good god damn this man is fine

EXO REACTION: You walk out in just a towel

request: exo reaction to you wearing just a towel and walking out of the bathroom
requested by: anon
a/n: requests are open!


Byun Baekhyun

This fine ass man would be so excited to see you all wet from the shower that he would drag you right back into that bathroom to shower together. “But babe I just finished taking a shower,” You would say, laughing as he threw you over his shoulder and marched you right back toward the bathroom. “I don’t care, you look so god damn good that we need to shower together.”

Then after taking a steamy shower together you would both get out and put your towels on; he would stare at you with that smirk on his face like ‘time for another round’.

Park Chanyeol

This boy would get so unbelievably giggly and nervous. Looking up from his phone to see you walking out of the bathroom in just a towel would be the best case scenario for Chanyeol. He would just sit there with a goofy grin on his face, smirking as you looked back at him with an innocent smile playing on your lips. “Babe..” He would whisper then bite his lip, getting up from his spot on the bed and making his way over to you, not many other words being exchanged before he has that towel laying on the ground. 

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Texting || Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne

Damian: Grayson where did you put Pennyworth?
Dick: I don’t know… somewhere?
Damian: I can read through your lies
Dick: C'mon little D, you’ll find it
Dick: You make a bad Robin
Damian: Fine. If I find the feline you should give me your word and never pester my animals.
Dick: Yeah yeah D-man whatever you say

Dick: What’s up little D
Dick: I’m not strong enough to hide a cow Damian
Damian: Your font’s name is sarcasm
Dick: Fine. He’s on the roof
Damian: Good. I’m not wishing you dead anymore

Damian: What do you want
Damian: Well Damn, Ask Pennyworth.
Dick: did you just say damn
Dick: oh my God
Damian: Make sure to tell Mother too

Let’s just say Damian heard a screaming Dick through out the day in the Manor

things my cousin (who used to go to catholic boarding school) said while watching bare: a pop opera

*obviously there’s gonna be spoilers you’ve been warned*
Epiphany- “Ew flashbacks- wait so his favorite flavor of popsicle is d-d-d-d-dick”
You and I- “Stranger danger and odd euphemisms”
Role of a Lifetime- “Protect my child”
Auditions- “and they all think he’s heterosexual?”
Plain Jane Fat Ass- “ME BITCH”
Wonderland- “ayy kids wanna buy some drugs”
A Quiet Night At Home- “Protect my other child”
Best Kept Secret- “*just crying*”
Confession- “if this bitch spills the tea”
Portrait of a Girl- “see don’t slut shame”
Birthday, Bitch!- “I’m just gonna sing this to you on your birthday while everyone else is singing happy birthday”
Are You There- “he already fuckin knew”
911! Emergency!- “come out come out wherever you are”
Reputation Stain’d- “….daaaaamn”
Ever After- “We gotta write a fairytale with gay heroes. That’s it. It’s our life goal.”
One- “can you believe? i cannot- just- the audacity…”
Act Two
Wedding Bells- “Let’s stop it here look they got married there’s that ever after.”
In The Hallway- “woah lotta things”
Touch My Soul- “is this another weird euphemism”
See Me- “him gay”
Warning- “‘am i supposed to feel sorry for her…cause i don’t’”
Pilgrim’s Hands- “YEE MA BOIS”
God Don’t Make No Trash- “it’s me when you came out to me”
All Grown Up- “use protection, kids”
Promise- “shit. is. going. DOWN.”
Cross- “man fuck off he can be gay”
Two Households- “this is fucking me up”
Bare- “wait this is too cute to end well”
Queen Mab- “is he good”
A Glooming Peace- “NO HE’S NOT”
Absolution- “he’s fine. he’s fine. he’s fine. no he’s not damn it.”
No Voice- “i’m a broken woman”

The River

Jughead Jones x Reader

Sweetwater River. Everyone had stopped visiting the river, due to the Jason Blossom shit. The once pure and comforting river is now full of secrets. The rushing water holds a meaning for each person in town. Most a terrible reminder of Jason, but for me, it holds a good one.

Sweetwater River is a place no one goes beside me. Just me and my thought alone. I seem to be alone often nowadays. One day I was laughing with Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead. Then the next, everyone hated me somehow. No more girls nights. No more listening to Archie’s songs. No more Pops. All thanks to Jughead.

I whipped my head around as I heard footsteps in the distance. Considering Jason was murdered around here and his killer hasn’t been caught, this wasn’t the safest location. I carefully walked, making sure to be aware of my surroundings. Picking up a rock, I turned a corner holding the rock up for defense. I saw a figure crouching down, back turned to me. Swinging my arm back to throw, I inched closer.

“Jughead?” I question upon seeing the familiar beanie, my arm dropped to my side. His green eyes widened, clearly, he thought he was the only one by the River. It makes sense that he’s here. He has told me on many occasions about his investigations before.

“Y/n” He sighed. Jughead walked closer to me “What are you doing here?”

“I was watching the River. As I always do. You remember, don’t you” The last sentence laced with venom, paired with a glare.

~Flashback to before Jason was murdered~
The bell for the 2nd period ended and (Y/n) walked over to Jughead, spring in their step. The green-eyed boy smiled once he saw (Y/n) approach him while he unlocked his locker.

“Jug, me and you are going to the river after school.” They said with confidence before walking to 3rd period
Jughead waited outside the school, leaning on the back of the school, one foot propped up against the wall. (Y/n) came up to him, waving.

“Hey, let’s go to Sweetwater.” They said grabbing the boy’s hand and dragged down a path that leads to a nice place by the water to sit. They sat down making small talk and Jughead contribution his sarcastic humor.

“I don’t know if I could survive in this town without you, Juggie. I swear Riverdale’s cursed.”

“Well I’m glad someone cares about me,” he said in his signature tone but his eyes showed that he was thankful for the comment.

“Really, Your dry and witty humor get me through math class. Besides getting yelled at to stop talking to each other almost every day.”

Jughead nodded his head and turned out to look at the running water. He picked up a stone, feeling how smooth it was. Standing up, he skipped the rock across the river.

They both sat there until Jughead broke the silence, “Why’d we come here”

(Y/n) thought a moment before responding, “I come here when I’m sad or whatever. I just wanted you to know this place too.”
(Y/n) turned over and stared into Jugs eyes until his face inched closer and their lips met.
“Jughead!” (Y/n) yelled the next day, having been ignored all day.
“What.” he snapped not making eye contact.
“Are we going to talk about yesterday?” No response.
“I guess not.” (Y/n) said stomping off.

~Flashback End~
“Of course I remember, you’re my best friend,” Jughead stated.

“Best friends don’t ignore each other for months and convince everyone to hate them all at once, Jughead.”

“That’s not true, (Y/n). You know it isn’t.”

“Oh really? Care to explain why everyone hates me now?” I snapped “Reggie is literally the only one who gives a damn about me, and we weren’t even good friends.”

“(Y/n) please.” Jughead pleaded

“Jug, I swear to God the next word out of your mouth better be an explanation,” I said sternly, my eyes piercing daggers at him.

He sighed and looked at the floor, avid not to give an answer.
“Oh, I know! You kissed me and realized you liked Betty better, which is fine until you decide to ignore me because you can’t be a fucking man and then, you somehow get all my friends to HATE me, Jughead.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen, it’s just Betty..”
“Jughead, this isn’t about Betty in the slightest.”
I looked down to the ground not letting the former friend that has seen me cry so many time see my tears this once.

“Goodbye, Jughead.” I ran off as far as my legs would take me, happening upon an open spot with a view to Sweetwater River. Letting the waves calm me, I leaned against a tree, crying over the person I loved more than anything.

The Interrogator *requested*

Originally posted by lowmans

So I actually really enjoyed writing this one, and was thinking about maybe doing other little snippets of Happy and my O/C. Let me know what you think!💙

Happy hit the man across the face with his gun, smirking a little at the grunt of pain that accompanied the action. He took him by the collar, getting in his face. “Who the hell is calling all these hits out on us?” He growled lowly, his eyes never leaving the man’s face.

The man swallowed the blood that was filling his mouth, his eyes flashing to all the club members standing a few feet away before returning to meet Happy’s gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about –“

He was cut off by another swift blow to the face, and one to the gut just for good measure. Happy wrapped a hand around his neck, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to choke. “Don’t wanna talk? Fine. Guess we’ll see if you change your mind before I pull your god damn tongue out of your mouth.”


 The men arrived at the warehouse, a little surprised to see a black car already parked behind the building. Getting off their bikes, Jax pulled out his gun, keeping it low as he nodded towards the door. “Tig, Juice, you stay out here with our little friend. Chibs, Hap, you’re with me,” he ordered lowly, making sure that whoever was inside wouldn’t hear him. All the men nodded, Chibs and Happy pulling out their own weapons before following Jax’s lead. They entered the warehouse as quietly as they could, staying along the back wall and moving in the direction of the noises that they heard.

Once they were about to round the corner, Jax stuck his arm out, gesturing for them to stop where they were. Jax glanced around the wall cautiously, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead once he saw what was in store for them. He waved his hand forward, as though telling the men to come take a look for themselves. Chibs and Happy quietly moved to stand next to him, their expressions nearly matching his when they saw the sight before them.

There was a man tied tightly to a chair, his head drooping. His bloody nose was dripping, as well as a large gash that stretched from his ear to his chin, the blood collecting in a small puddle between his feet. He had a lot of damage done to him, but since they were relatively far away, the three men couldn’t really see the extent of it.

But that wasn’t what surprised them. What surprised them was the woman standing by the metal table a few feet away, her back towards them as she tinkered around with the tools that were there. She was small – probably only standing at 5’3”, and had brilliant red hair that fell to the middle of her back. She was wearing an old pair of jeans, and a grey t-shirt that was tied into a knot by her hip. Happy looked her over slowly, wondering what the hell a girl like her was doing in this line of work. Who was she? Who hired her? Where did she come from?

“Ready to stop being a pussy and actually tell me something?” She spoke up, the sudden sound making the three club members take a few steps back.

The man tied to the chair grunted, coughing and choking a little on spit and blood as he did so. She turned towards him, a pair of pliers in her hands. She held them so casually that it was almost as though she wasn’t standing in the middle of an abandoned warehouse torturing a man. Now that he had a better view of her side profile, Happy’s eyes were glued to the woman’s face. She wore a small, mysterious grin – as though she was hiding something. Like she was enjoying this more than she should be.

She took her time in making her way over to the chair, placing one hand on the back of it once she was standing in front of the man, her other hand grabbing his hair to yank his head back. He looked at her, pain and fear covering his face like a sheet. She laughed a little. “I think it’d probably be good if you started talking now, sweetheart,” she threatened lowly, the sound sending a shock straight through Happy. His back straightened, catching the attention of Chibs and Jax. Happy tilted his head in her direction, mentally asking if they should make themselves known. Jax held up a finger, letting them know that he thought they should wait a little while before making any sudden moves.

“Fuck you,” the man in the chair tried weakly, his whole face scrunching in panic when she made a slight movement of her hand that held the pliers.

She shrugged a shoulder, grabbing his hand and jerking it towards her. “Wrong choice.”

With a swift movement, she brought her pliers down to his hand, ripping off one of his fingernails with a sickening sound. He cried out, throwing his head back in agony. “You fucking bitch!” He shouted.

“I guess you should say that,” she stated before wrapping the pliers around his finger and bending it at an unnatural angle.

He yelled and cursed again, making Jax & Chibs flinch. Happy was still staring at the girl, strangely drawn to her in that moment.

Deciding it was about time, Jax cleared his throat, taking a step forward. “Pretty brutal, darlin’,” he spoke loudly across the warehouse.

The woman’s head snapped in their direction, her eyebrows furrowed, her hand immediately going to her back pocket. Jax tucked his gun back into its holster, holding both hands up as he took cautious steps forward. Her eyes were trained on his every move, her hand wrapping around the item that she had in her back pocket.

“We don’t mean any harm, lass,” Chibs spoke up, tucking his own gun away and following Jax’s lead.

Her eyes narrowed. “Who the hell are you?”  

Happy stepped up next to Jax, the movement catching her attention. Her large eyes flashed to him, and Happy took note of the brilliant blue color that her irises held. She nearly looked away, but her eyes lingered on him for a moment, scanning him from head to toe as though she was assessing him. When she was done looking him over, her attention was back on Jax, her lips pursing in suspicion.

“What are you doing here?” She asked mildly, her hand still in her back pocket. Happy kept his eyes glued to the hand, measuring her movements.

“Seems like we’re here for the same reason you are, sweetheart,” Jax drawled, offering her a slow grin that he often used when speaking to women that the club encountered when they were doing business.

“No need to pull out pet names, darlin’,” she mocked, her hand finally coming out of her pocket to rest by her side. “I’m a little busy here,” she nodded back towards the man in the chair who was still cursing and crying in pain. “So if you don’t mind…” she trailed off, her eyes finding Happy again.

She noticed that he was a bit larger than the other men. He was taller than both of them, his arms more muscular. He wore a blank expression, looking down his nose at her. The corner of her mouth twitched.

“We were actually hoping you could help us out. Considering you’re already here, that is. And you seem… experienced,” he looked at the man in the chair, trying to find the right words.

She tilted her head to the side. “You’re gonna have to explain yourself a little more than that.”

Jax jerked his thumb backwards, towards the door that they had entered from. “We got a guy out there. Need some shit from him. Doesn’t seem to be in a very cooperative mood.”

A line formed between her eyebrows at his words, like she was confused by what he was saying. “I don’t do this shit for free. Especially not for someone I don’t even know.”

That made Happy let out a scoff. They all looked at him, but he shook his head, his face returning to its usual stoic expression. The girl gave him a look. “Something to say, big guy?”

He took a step forward, but Chibs stuck his arm out, stopping him. She gave Happy a small smirk – the same one she had been wearing earlier.

“Who the hell are you?” Jax finally asked, voicing what all three of the men had been thinking since they got into the warehouse.

She rolled her lips together, her nose scrunching a bit. “I asked you first.”

Jax raised an eyebrow and Happy could tell that he was impressed with the girl. He stuck his hand out. “Jackson Teller,” he introduced himself.

Her eyes went to his outreached hand and slowly back to his face. “Rachel,” she greeted warily, not touching his hand. He slowly pulled it back, using it to straighten out his cut while he cleared his throat. Chibs and Happy looked on with amusement. Jax wasn’t used to being treated in such a way, especially by a woman.

“Couldn’t find anyone to do your dirty work for you?” She questioned.

“Not exactly,” Chibs patted Happy on the shoulder. “Hap here is our enforcer. But a little help wouldn’t hurt.”

Happy knew what angle his brothers were playing at, but he was quick to defend himself anyway. “I can handle it,” he spoke gruffly.

Rachel’s eyes met his again, and she let out a small laugh. “I’m sure you can.”


 They were all surrounding the bar back at the clubhouse, Rachel sitting on one of the stools in the middle of all of the men. Chibs and Jax had taken an instant liking to her, as did Juice and Tig once they were introduced. They had invited her back to have a drink with them, and she accepted the offer with an easy shrug of her shoulders. However, there was something about this woman that Happy couldn’t quite put his finger on. He didn’t know what it was about her, but he couldn’t seem to decide whether he hated her or wanted to take her back to one of the dorm rooms and fuck her until the sun came up. It was something about the way she carried herself. The small, mischievous grin that often appeared on her face. The way she made smart-ass comments. The way she’d drag her tongue along her bottom lip if she was listening to someone talk. He had been watching her all night, and felt like she wasn’t exactly who she was leading them on to believe she was. But he really had no idea. That’s what bothered him so much.

As though she could sense that his thoughts were about her, Rachel’s head moved in his direction, her big blue eyes catching his from across the bar. She raised an eyebrow, as though she was challenging him. Happy clenched his jaw, taking a long pull from the beer bottle that was held in his hand. Rachel looked away after a moment, listening to Juice who was grinning widely while relaying some story. Happy could tell how much the younger man wanted to impress Rachel, how his doe eyes awaited some type of approval. The Tacoma Killer shook his head, starting up a conversation with Tig in an attempt to focus on something other than the woman sitting across the bar.


It was a few hours later, and the clubhouse was starting to clear out a little. Most of the remaining men were over by the pool tables, playing a game and laughing at one another. Rachel remained at the bar, drinking her 3rd beer. Someone took the seat next to her, and she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. She lifted her beer to her lips in an attempt to hide her smirk.

“Think that’s smart?” Happy spoke lowly, tilting his head towards the hand that held her beer.

Rachel let out a laugh. “Think I can’t handle a few beers, killer?”

Happy raised his eyebrows. “I’m the killer?”

His tone held a note of teasing, which surprised her a bit. She turned towards him, her eyes ablaze with amusement. “Flirting with me now, Lowman?”

“Yeah right,” he grunted, leaning his elbows against the bar behind him. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “Saw some of the shit you did to that guy back at the warehouse.”

Rachel gave a slow nod, her nose scrunching. “Not my best work. Was just getting started,” she sipped her beer. “He ended up telling me what I needed to know before I got much further,” she explained vaguely, not giving much detail of what had happened after the men had left the warehouse.

“Yeah?” Happy was a little interested now, wanting to hear more about what she thought was good work.

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “Usually best to cut them deep somewhere on the stomach. Dig something into the cut. Hurts,” she tilted her head to she side. “Also better to stick metal nails under the finger nails. Didn’t have much patience today though.”

Happy grinned a little. He couldn’t help it. He hummed in agreement, appreciating her features now that he was this close to her. She had a few freckles on her nose, her eyelashes long and dark around her ocean blue eyes. She even had a small dimple in her right cheek when she talked. There was definitely a certain charm about her. “What else?” He rasped, wanting to hear her talk more about it. Call him fucked up, sure, but he found it to be ridiculously fucking hot.

She met his eyes, a naughty smile turning up the corners of her lips. “Choking. Choking can be pretty effective.”

Happy nearly choked on his own spit at the sound of her voice going low and sultry, but instead he leaned closer to her, his eyes nearly all pupil. “Come home with me,” he rasped, nearly begging.

She leaned forward, her lips a whisper away from his. “Flirting with me now, Lowman?” she repeated her earlier words.

He smirked. “Maybe.”

anonymous asked:

I am kinda new in VIP and it's kinda hard to search some inside jokes and know them better since they're together for so long. BUT you know them for really long time, so... Could you make some summary of their character or whatever you like? If you don't want to, nevermind ^^ (Sorry for mistakes, my mother language is not English... So, hope you get what i wanted to say :D )

Of course I’ll help!

Let’s start off with the leader shall we?

G-Dragon (aka Kwon Jiyong): this man is a fucking legend in the business, he’s the king of fashion, he’s very charismatic on stage, and he’s just an amazing artist who deserves a whole bunch of love! He’s also known for his weird ass hair styles and fashion choices, but they always seemed to be praised. He’s always thinking about us VIPs as well, technically we’re his wives, but in long distant relationships. Oh, and he owns his own fashion label (PEACEMINUSONE)

Up next is the fake sunshine of the group.

Taeyang (aka Dong Youngbae): oh what a bunch of joy and shade this man is. This man is such a sweetheart, always thinking about us VIPs, and always trying to talk to us whenever he can. His signature ‘dope _____…Congratz!!!’ has existed since last year, and he doesn’t plan to stop using this phrase. Oh and his voice, my God. Listen to Eyes Nose Lips once and you’re an emotional wreck.

Next is a bunch of joy at heart

TOP (aka Choi Seunghyun): we adore this man so much, and he deserves every bit of love and respect in existence. He’s been through so much and deserves nothing but love. Whenever Bingu TOP comes out, it’s always a joy to all of our VIP hearts. He also tries to interact with us on instagram whenever he can.

Now here is the real sunshine

Daesung (aka Kang Daesung): this butterfly has such a sweet voice that will melt your heart like ice cream. People say he ain’t good looking, but damn in my opinion, he’s fine as hell. Sure, he walks around naked at home all the time, but that never stops us from loving him dearly.

And now here comes the best member of all!

Seungri (aka Lee Seunghyun): also know as Sexy Boy, Seungri will do anything to swoon you over him. Man, does he do things to me. Our loveable panda is so cute and squishy, but so damn hot at the same time. And his voice, oh my God. Whenever you hear his voice, it feels like you’ve just entered heaven. Did I mention that he owns a academy, a nightclub, a cafe (ANDhere Cafe), his own ramen chain located in Korea AND Japan (Aori Ramen), and his own RECORD LABEL (Natural High Records)? This man is truly amazing!

I hope that’s some background information on each of the members! Feel free to ask anything else about BIGBANG! I’m here to help!

anonymous asked:

Klance with the classic fake date?

Warnings: makeout session but not too detailed
Thanks to @simon-basil for the suggestion of where to go with this.

Anyway, enjoy anon

It was lunchtime and Keith, Hunk, Pidge, Lance, Eleanor, and Michelle grabbed a picnic table outside. They were all friends since middle school and all of them were planning to try to get into the space program. Eleanor was short with dark brown hair down to her collar bone and eyes to match, with three freckles on each cheek. Michelle was much taller, blonde hair and blue eyed, with “hipster glasses” that framed her face well. Trees sat in front of them, school behind them, a soft, pleasant breeze blowing the hair from all their faces. It was still early fall in their junior year of high school, the leaves on the trees only just starting to change colors. Footsteps sounded behind them from a bit far off. “Keith, your 12 o'clock is coming.” Pidge warned. Keith visibly tensed. That was a code word for the girl who always bothered the group at lunch, mostly because of Keith. She was–well “in love” was the wrong term. More like “enamored” with Keith. The girl was kind, but just very stalkerish and creepy. She had memorized Keith’s entire class schedule and tried to get all her classes switched to be in his every class. She waited for him outside of his classes and was late to hers just to make sure he got to his alright. She had followed him after 4th period once and now she knew where he sat every day during lunch. Keith had had enough one day and told her he didn’t feel the same way she did but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’d tried everything to get her to leave him alone, but she didn’t get it. He was getting desperate. “Heyyyy Keith!” The girl’s voice sounded cheerful behind him as Keith shoved his salami sandwich in his mouth, slightly hoping it’d choke him. “Hi Hillary.” Keith mumbled around his food. Hunk flashed him a sympathetic look and Keith acknowledged it with a quick smile. “I got you something.” She dangled a box in her small hand over his head. “Oh what could it be?” Keith asked swallowing his food down. As if he didn’t already know. She had always given him the same thing. He took the small box from her and opened it. Inside was yet another pair of leather gloves like the ones he always wore. He had never used another pair in his life as the ones he wore were the only remaining reminder of his mother, and he refused to use any of the gloves Hilary had given her. They all looked the same, but somehow she’d know if he was wearing hers. “Do you like them?” She squeaked. Keith replied how he always did when this happened, with complete monotone. “Yeah…totally.” Keith had finally had enough of this. He didn’t want to tolerate it anymore. This was ridiculous. If the school didn’t do something, he had to. “Okay. I’m gonna go eat my lunch, see–” “Wait up Hilary.” Keith told her. She spun to face him, eager to listen. “Look, I’ve told you a thousand times that I don’t like you that way but you just don’t get it. So I’m gonna have to come right out and say it: I’m gay. Please leave me alone.” Hilary’s face was awestruck but she responded the only way she knew how. Angry and distraught. “You’re not gay! I’ve seen you! You like girls! If you like boys, if you’re really gay, prove it!” “I have a boyfriend.” Keith replied simply. You have a what now? He asked himself. “I don’t see him. Where is he?” Hilary retorted. “He’s around here somewhere.” “You’re lying.” Keith sighed. “If I prove to you that I have a boyfriend, will you leave me alone for good?” Hilary crossed her arms and glared at him. “Fine.” She answered him and stormed off. Keith sighed and sat back down to continue eating. “You’re gay Keith wow wouldn’t have known.” Eleanor said sarcastically. As if his friends hadn’t been told of his sexual orientation by now. “Shut up.” Keith laughed. “It was the only way to get her off my back.” “Well who’s your boyfriend?” Michelle asked. “I don’t have one.” “We know you idiot.” Pidge retorted. “But who are you gonna get to be your fake boyfriend? Unless you can get a boyfriend by tomorrow somehow.” Keith sighed heavily. Who would do that for him? He couldn’t ask the football team, or anyone on the tennis team. He was a giant nerd, no one popular would want to pretend to be his boyfriend. Then he remembered Hunk and Lance. “Would either of you guys do that?” Keith inquired of them. Hunk and Lance looked at each other before speaking. “Sorry Keith, you know you’re my bro but I like girls.” Hunk replied. “You know I’d do anything else for you, but I’m not at actor.” “I get it.” Keith told him. He turned to Lance, who Keith knew was bisexual. Even if lance wasn’t into Keith like that, he knew Lance could at least act like he was. “Absolutely not. I’m not gonna kiss you in front of this girl.” Lance growled. “You’re my friend sure but I’d never do anything like that with you sorry.” “Come on Lance!” Eleanor urged him. “It’s just for one day. And after tomorrow, Keith will owe you big time.” Lance pouted, thinking it over. “Fine, fine. I’ll do it. But for one day. That’s it. I’m doing it cuz I’m a great friend. And cuz Hilary is fucking annoying to me too.” Keith couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His face stretched into a wide smile. “Thank you Lance. I owe you big time.” “Yeah, yeah you do.” Secretly Lance had always had a small crush on Keith, but since they were good friends and it wasn’t big enough to really have a huge effect on Lance’s friendship with Keith, he had chosen to keep it to himself. He wouldn’t tell anyone, but he was happy to be dating someone, even if it was pretend. He craved intimacy with people, especially as a part of a couple. He looked nervous as he finished his food. He’d just have to see what happened tomorrow. *** Keith walked the halls that morning, afraid to see Hilary. Just as Hilary approached him, Keith felt a hand intertwine his fingers in theirs. He looked up to see Lance smiling at him broadly. “We gotta get to homeroom babe.” He told Keith loudly, obnoxiously loud so Hilary could clearly hear it. She let out a humph and headed off toward her own homeroom. Keith turned to Lance, his face slightly hot with nervousness. “Thanks.” “No problem.” Keith expected Lance to let go when Hilary could no longer see them but he kept holding his hand until they got to homeroom. He didn’t seem to care about the looks the people in the hallway gave them. Keith admired him for it and made a mental note to learn a few things from Lance today. They always went to the same homeroom but for some reason never walked there together. It felt nice to change things up. “I’ll meet you after 4th period.” Lance whispered to Keith as they sat down next to each other. “We’ll make it convincing.” Keith smiled. Lance knew Hilary was in his class and that she’d come running to Keith after 4th period and lance seemed to intend to be there first. “Got it. Thanks.” *** After 4th period, Lance met Keith at his locker. “You ready?” Lance asked. “For what?” “For–” That’s when Hilary came walking up. Lance’s eyes bulged out of his head in surprise and pulled Keith close to him by his jacket collar into a kiss. Keith’s eyes widened but he kissed back as he saw Hilary in the corner of his eye. Lance was surprisingly a good kisser. Keith’s first kiss was amazing. Lance and Keith pulled apart, Keith still blushing as Hilary came trotting up to them. Lance crossed his arms and flashed her a smirk. “So I hear you’ve been hitting on my man.” Lance said. God, how could he be so damn suave? Hilary looked from lance to Keith and back again. To Keith’s surprise, she sighed. “Fine. Guess you’re gay. Sorry for all I’ve put you through, I didn’t know.” “No hard feelings.” Keith heard himself say. As much as he wanted to hold a grudge, there was no need. Hilary forced a smile then walked away. “Lance!” Keith cried, smacking him on the shoulder and facing him. “You fucking saved me dude!” Lance grinned. “Glad I could help.” “Guess we can stop with this nonsense now huh?” Lance smiled. “Probably good idea to keep it going the rest of the day.” Keith smiled back. “I do owe you one. Wanna hang out after school? I’ll get you something.” “Sure, sounds like a plan.” After school lance and Keith went shopping. Lance got a nice fancy outfit out of Keith and Lance bought Keith some nice fancyish chocolates. Then they went back to Keith’s to play videos games and lance helped Keith make a quick dinner. Everything was like old times. It’d been a while since they’d hung out just the two of them. It was nice. Soon it got late though. “Aren’t your parents supposed to be back already?” Lance inquired. “It’s almost 10.” “Nah they’re doctors remember? They have another 12 hour shift.” “Oh okay.” “Plus it’s the weekend and–what?” Lance was looking at Keith a way he’d never looked at him before. “Lance? Are you okay? Are you sick?” Keith asked, suddenly scared. “Should I call an ambulance?” Lance laughed. “I’m fine, you idiot.” “Then what–” Lance gave him the look–the unmistakable, questioning if where this was going was okay look. The “I wanna kiss you real bad right now” look that Keith had only seen in movies. “Oh.” He said, understanding as lance pressed his lips to his, the way he did at school by his locker, except this time the kiss was more passionate, more needy, more intimate. Dispite himself, Keith groaned loudly as Lance moved to his neck and started sucking. He had never done this before with anyone, his sexual frustration was at an all-time high, and now he had someone to relieve him. He held lance closer into his chest, not wanting lance to leave him for a minute. “Lance.” He sighed out, enjoying himself. Lance smirked at him and continued, adding a few teeth. Keith was in ecstasy, calling out lance’s name as his pleasure built up. He rubbed his body against lance’s wanting to get more intimate but now was not the time. Lance finally left his neck and attacked his mouth with his, kissing him even more passionately, occasionally biting Keith’s bottom lip and pulling at it slightly. Keith couldn’t get enough of Lance. He’d never experienced anything like this before and he didn’t want it to end. Finally, panting, they both broke apart. When his breath was somewhat restored, Lance turned to face Keith. “Guess we really are dating now.” He teased, leaning over and giving Keith’s cheek a kiss. Keith beamed at Lance, his nerves still on fire from his touch. “Guess we are.” He replied.
Steve Harrington: I need you

Summary: Y/N was so tired of being Steve’s secret. She wanted people to know they were friends. Something tragic happened and now she doesn’t want to be Steve’s anything. He was not going to let that happen, no siree Bob.

~This is not a request~

Steve. Steve Harrington. The popular guy. The heart breaker of my high school. The guy every girl wants the boy every guy wants to be. Then there’s me. The smart kid. The nerdy girl. The loser. Now it may be your typical love story about how the guy falls for the girl but then he fucks her over blah blah blah. Sadly, that’s exactly how it went. This is the story of how Steve Harrington is behind closed doors. Steve is my best friend. Been my best friend since the diaper days. But the problem is…he is embarrassed to be my friend in school. Been that way since 8th grade. Now he didn’t bully me in school but he didn’t stop it either. Those friends of his would always pick on me. He would just stand there with a sorry expression. Then after school he’d climb in my window and hug me saying how sorry he was. And me being the nice kid I am I’d always say “its fine Steve!” And we’d talk about the most random shit. Until one day. It went entirely. Too. Far. I thought it was going to be a normal day ya know go to all my classes talk to whatever friend I have and all that good shit. But no. It all started when I was alone in the halls. No kid in site except for Steve who walked right on past me. I called for him with a “Hey shrinky dink” but I didn’t get a “Hay million dollar baby!” Instead I got nothing. I thought that was extremely weird. But whatever it was I’d talk to him about it later. I walked to my least favorite class. Home Economics. The goblins aka Steve’s ‘friends’ would be there of course. Otherwise I’d enjoy that just as much as all the others. As soon as I waltzed on in. I was ambushed with laughter. Confused by what’s going on I walked to my seat. I was accompanied by whispering. “Hey Y/L/N nice pair you got there. I wonder how much you’d charge for a blowjob” soon followed by laughter and another guy “if she even charges at all” I didn’t know of what they were speaking about. “What are you talking about?” They showed me an indecent photo with my face on it. I snatched away from them and looked around for the fucker who did it. I stormed my small self right over to them and grabbed them by their collar “Why the fuck would you do something like this you asshole!? What did I ever do to you?!” I was beyond pissed. I was so embarrassed. I ran out of the class as fast as I could only to bump into Steve. “Hey whoa whoa slow down what happened?” “Your asshole friends is what happened. Maybe if you had said something to them this wouldn’t have happened! Oh wait you didn’t want to ruin your cool guy reputation! We were so fucking close Steve! You actually talked to me in public! You don’t even acknowledge me. So why would you give two fucks about what happened? Huh? You’re not there when I need you. When you climb into my bedroom and hug me and tell me how you’re sorry for not doing anything to stop the bullying it hurts. Because it feels like that’s the only time you’re my best friend. I’m tired of being your secret.“ I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face. What a great friend. I bet he knew about this. I fucking bet. “Y/N please how can I make it up to you?” “Be my best friend. The kid that beat those boys asses when they pushed me. The one that hugged me when I had my first break up. The one that promised he’d protect me forever and always. No matter what. The one who said he’d stay by my side forever.” “I promise to do that. Right after I fuck up the kids who did this.” “Its too late Steve. There’s no fixing this.” Before I could walk away I felt a grip on my wrist and a soft pair of lips on mine. He fucking kissed me man. Damn he was good. “Please let me make this right. Let me fix what I fucked up. And maybe something more.” Hmph and maybe something more. This fucker. I sighed “fine shrinky dink” I smiled. “Good. Million dollar baby.” God this guy.

Okay so I saw you had posted “imagine matsu’s crush sending everyone the script of bee movie” and I thought it was really funny so I wrote reactions to it. I hope it makes you smile. -Sakasen

Osomatsu: As an avoid shitposter he has prepared an entire folder of Bee Movie reaction images. The group chat is spammed with Barry x Adam pictures ala MS Paint. Even after banning him he just creates a new chat with everyone in it. Every time he sees his crush in person he gives them a printed meme. There is no escape. A monster has been created.

Karamatsu: Thinks that their crush genuinely likes Bee Movie so he reads all of it in one sitting. In about a week he’ll be trying to explain his Bee Movie theories and critiques to his crush. “The character motivation for Barry in Act 2 was stunning,” It gets even worse when he buys the merchandise for them. Oh god. Are those matching Bee Movie t-shirts?

Choromatsu: Confused, lost, and afraid. Why did his crush send this? Do they really like this kind of stuff? In secret, he rents the movie and watches it to try and understand. He re-watches multiple scenes in case he missed something. Crumpled notebook paper is everywhere and charts are on the walls. Osomatsu comes in to tell him it’s time for dinner, Choromatsu shrieks that he’s trying to find the meaning of life. He writes an entire book on his research of Bee Movie and gives it to his crush.

Ichimatsu: Their crush notices Ichimatsu’s behavior has altered around him a bit. He’s fine when his brothers are around but when it’s just him and his crush he says things like “Buzz” and “Honey is… good.” Ichimatsu sounds unsure of himself. Later on he starts wearing an antennae headband and when his crush finally asks about it he replies with: “Are… Are you not into sexy bees?” He is dead serious. Please help this man, he only knows about lolcat memes.

Jyushimatsu: He memorized the entire god damn thing. Now he has the ability to spurt random lines of the script at will. The worst part is that he yells all of it, claiming that a movie is supposed to be enjoyed by everyone. It will be 3 AM with everyone else fast asleep when Jyushimatsu sits upright and proclaims “ACCORDING TO ALL KNOWN LAWS OF AVIATION THERE IS NO WAY A BEE SHOULD BE ABLE TO FLY”

Todomatsu: Won’t admit it, but he is 100% meme trash. Pretends to be annoyed by the Bee Movie script at first but ends up sending it back to his crush. Then it becomes a test of meme capacity. Now other movies are getting involved; Space Jam, Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Road Chip, Shrek 3… The scripts have become synonymous with love letters. 

pewds plays the last guardian - sentence starters.

source: [x].

  • “ what do you mean ‘go home’ ? we’re friends for life now.”
  • “ jesus, you almost killed me.”
  • “ where are we anyway?”
  • “ where the hell are we?”
  • “ this is cool, man.”
  • “ are those tires in the sky?”
  • “ are we gonna go up there? are we gonna go all the way?”
  • “ sorry, no offence.”
  • “ never mind, there’s nothing here… or is there?”
  • “ oh my god, this is terrifying.”
  • “ it’s very cool, but very scary, all right?”
  • “ let me jump up on you.”
  • “ oh my god, that looks terrifying. what the hell?”
  • “ all right, i’ll be going this way.”
  • “ whatever, i don’t care.”
  • “ all right, let’s take it really easy. real nice and easy. tip-tappity-toe.”
  • “ hey, what’s this?”
  • “ hey, look at that.”
  • “ look, it’s safer this way.”
  • “ why did i just do that?”
  • “ hey, stop. don’t worry about it, all right?”
  • “ if you do that, y’know, A-PLUS, i’ll be really impressed.”
  • “ yeah, keep yelling at the birds.”
  • “ okay, you’ve done it now, boy.”
  • “ stop following me.”
  • “ you’re not gonna make the third one, i’m sure. i’m sure of it.”
  • “ why am i such a dick?”
  • “ you’re making me look bad. i don’t like it.”
  • “ jeeeesus…! okay, well, i- you know– SHOW OFF!”
  • “ what happened here?”
  • “ best friends, right?”
  • “ i’m so excited about potential friendship.”
  • “ that seems safe.”
  • “ now THAT’S- that’s a bridge that i think looks safe. i am DEFINITELY going on this one, that seems like a great idea-AAAAH! AH! AH! SHIT!”
  • “ oh, the anxiety.”
  • “ all right, now your turn.”
  • “ hey, look at that. wasn’t that hard.”
  • “ what’s the big deal, you pussy?”
  • “ okay, well, it looks like we can go through here.”
  • “ i have a good feeling about it.”
  • “ look at this. it’s so cool.”
  • “ oh my god, everything is just amazing.”
  • “ come on, man, i’m almost out. come on, help me pull, dammit!”
  • “ dude, i’m coming back.”
  • “ please, i’m stuck. help!”
  • “ god dammit. all right, fine. you know what? FINE.”
  • “ you just… you need to get up here.”
  • “ how did you get up there?”
  • “ oh, i see. no problem.”
  • “ just jump up here, man.”
  • “ hey. i’m taking my damn time. shut up.”
  • “ i’m gonna do it. i’m gonna do it, just watch – BOOM!”
  • “ my god, you are so smooth. really, great job.”
  • “ this way, follow me. try to keep up.”
  • “ but it’s drugs. it looks like some heisenberg shit, y’know?”
  • “ are you ready? three, two, one… catch!”
  • “ all right, come on, buddy.”
  • “ i made you high on drugs, now you better keep up.”
  • “ oh, no. oh, no. ah… eh… ah… THAT’S IT?”
  • “ let’s see if we can jump from his ass.”
  • “ that’s a sentence i didn’t wish i said.”
  • “ man, i’m LOVING this so far. it’s so fun to play– fuck you in the fucking asshole. fuck this game, WORST game i ever played, what the fuck was that?”
  • “ dude, is that a salamander? that’s a salamander! aw.”
  • “ i really didn’t think i would mess that up.”
  • “ ha ha! too bad, bitch!”
  • “ i’ll be right back, okay? don’t worry about it.”
  • “ hey! you made it! you fucking asshole.”
  • “ oh my god, is that… is that butterfly? is that the - the butterfly shit?”
  • “ dude, just eat it! all right, fine, i don’t care.”
  • “ dude, literally, you’re gonna eat it. i mean, if i went through all the effort, you’re gonna fucking eat it, all right?”
  • “ i hate myself.”
  • “ well, i guess i’ll go through this tiny little hole. how convenient that i am the small one.”
  • “ whoa, it’s almost like you can smell the nature.”
  • “ you forgot about the best part: me!”
  • “ hey, just jump over.”
  • “ here i come!”
  • “ it’s AMAZING! this is fucking amazing!”
  • “ where the fuck did it go, i looked away one second.”
  • “ he’s fiiine! what the hell- WHAT? WHAT?! whaaat? all right, fine.”
  • “ and i’m like dead inside, so this is pretty amazing.”
  • “ oh, come on, you left without me. fucking dick.”
  • “ hey, now you see how it feels.”
  • “ surpiiiiise!”
  • “ AHHH! dude! was not ready for that, man.”
  • “ my god, i could’ve died.”
  • “ what am i looking at here? no one knows.”
  • “ let’s push it down.”
  • “ this is getting ridiculous.”
  • “ i’ll go in here, i’ll take care of it.”
  • “ look, i got your favorite snack!”
  • “ i got a treat for you.”
  • “ who’s been a good boy, huh? me. me, i’ve been a good boy.”
  • “ yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. that’s it.”
  • “ AH! what the fuck is wrong with you?”
  • “ is like- is this shit good? is this dank? i don’t know, this - this is not dank, brah.”
  • “ are you coming or what?”
  • “ i’m assuming that’s a yes?”
  • “ you don’t need things happening every second, you don’t need to be killing enemies.”
  • “ okay, all right, just stay there. just stay there and look pretty.”
  • “ stay here? where? here? oh, you want it here?”
  • “ we did it!”
  • “ let’s do this nice and easy… that was… the nicest and easiest way i’ve seen.”
  • “ it’s almost as strong as me, that gate. i’m sure.”
  • “ oh, my god, is that what i think it is? oh my god. oh my god. is that-? oh my god. O-M-G. can i please… can i please have one? ”
  • “ delicious. thank you.”
  • “ um… not feeling great about this. i think we should go the other way.”
  • “ dude, what is the matter with you? why is your eyes like that?”
  • “ hey, dude, i wanted that!”
  • “ do you think i can jump down here?”
  • “ what the fuck is all this?”
  • “ okay, so we gotta open this somehow…”
  • “ what’s wrong?”
  • “ no, please! ahhh!”
  • “ you lookin’ real tasty right now.”
  • “ god dammit! i forgot you were such a jerk.”
Crazy (Guilty Pleasure)

*Very long smut*

It was one of your work friends’ birthday parties and she’d hired out an amazing club room, complete with a fantastic DJ, five star food and tasteful décor. People were already up and dancing when you arrived, telling you that it was going to be a good night, even though you didn’t know too many people there. 

“Happy Birthday you!”

 You cried happily as you spied her through the crowd and walked up to give her a warm hug. 

“Thank you! (Y/N), have you seen who’s here?”

 She questioned, raising her eyebrow.

 “No I just got here, why?” 

You were deadly curious.

 “Look five o’ clock…and he’s heading our way.”

 She warned. You scrunched your eyebrows together as you turned around. Immediately, your mood turned sour, seeing your rival Kim Jonghyun strut confidently towards you, oozing sex appeal. That white blond hair haunted your dreams; you hated the singer but why did he have to be so damn hot?! 

“Hi (Y/N), looking very pretty tonight.”

 He said with an arrogant smirk. 

“Oh save it Jonghyun.”

 You snapped, making him chuckle. The deal with Kim Jonghyun was that you once had a ‘thing’ back in the day. He’d seduce you, take you to bed, and then act like a total dick, constantly pulling you close then pulling you away like an elastic band until you put your foot down. Since then, he hadn’t given up on trying to make you fall back in to his spider’s web. 

“Hey now, why so serious? I was simply giving you a compliment.” 

He teased, his stunning deep chocolate eyes twinkling under the disco lights. Even though your heart was pounding like a bass drum and your palms began to sweat, you still had to stand behind your brick wall which shielded you from Jonghyun’s sensual trap. 

“Yeah well I don’t want your compliments Jonghyun so save it for a woman that will put up with your shit.”

 You felt like you needed a pat on the back for pushing Jonghyun away. It was more difficult than it looked, denying a sex god what he wanted but you were a goddess yourself who needed respect. At first, Jonghyun’s alluring grin was wiped from his kissable mouth but soon, it came back with vengeance.

 “I forgot how feisty you are. It’s really sexy.”

 It wasn’t surprising how you wanting to melt like butter in to his arms; with that body he had, it was difficult to stand up straight. Anxiously, you gulped, trying to keep your nerve.

 “Back off Jonghyun. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.”

 Suddenly, you were interrupted by the birthday girl. Comforting you, she held your hand.

 “No fighting kids, let’s keep it friendly.”

 You knew she was teasing but Jonghyun and his charm was no joke.

It was pitch black, chilly and damp outside; the time was getting late yet the party seemed to be just starting. As you walked, you stumbled a little, indicating that you were getting a little tipsy. Alcohol gave you a warm buzz and confidence that you couldn’t collect without it. Still, you thought it would be best to get some fresh air seeing as the room was unbearably hot and too crowded for your liking.

Standing outside, you thought you were alone. Taking a moment to yourself, you looked up at the blinding white full moon and the sparkling diamond-like stars; it was a perfect clear sky with not one cloud in sight. It was beautiful. 

“Star gazing, (Y/N)?” 

Jonghyun appeared from the darkness; a child of the night. 

“My god Jonghyun why are you everywhere tonight?! Are you stalking me?!” 

You barked at him like an irritated dog but he didn’t seem to be scared of you; it only seemed to amuse him more. The sex god chuckled, looking so damn fine in his tight white jeans and low cut V neck black shirt, showing his cute mole on his toned chest.

 “Any man would be crazy not to want to be around you (Y/N). What’s the matter with you? We used to be so good together.”

 Jonghyun edged closer as he spoke then softly placed his hands on your waist. You didn’t want him to see how breathless he made you.

 “We were before I realized that you were just another player Jonghyun.”

 You took his wrists and threw them away from your body. 

“Why do you keep fighting me? I know you want me.” 

He whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your ear lobe and sending shivers down your spine. Jonghyun had you pressed up against the wall, hot and vulnerable; you didn’t know what to do or think. 

“Do I hell.”

 You panted, your voice full of lust, telling Jonghyun how you really felt. With his plump lips so close to yours, all you wanted to do was grab him and kiss him hard. Again, he placed his hands on your waist then slowly, slid them down on to your behind. Being as cheeky as he was, he gave your butt a squeeze.

 “Just admit it (Y/N). Say it. You want me.”

 His touch was smouldering; you were already so lost in him. It was like your mind and your body were driving in the opposite directions; your fingers playing with his fluffy hair and leaning your head back so his lips could caress your neck yet your mouth was saying 

“Back off Jonghyun or I’ll scream.”

 Subconsciously, you were pressing your body against him, your mind in a muddled mess being confused by the reality; you wanted Kim Jonghyun so bad. 

“Or I could make you scream.” 

At that point, the bomb had finished ticking, the brick wall collapsed. It was time for the eruption. You grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and crushed your lips against his. 


You growled against his smirking lips. 

“I want you Kim Jonghyun.”

Your bra fell to the floor, joining your panties and the rest of your clothing. Within seconds, Jonghyun’s face was in between your breasts.

 “I’ve missed you (Y/N). Come back to me.”

 He hummed before passionately taking your nipples in to his mouth and nibbling on them. 

“Oh yes baby.”

 You moaned, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, throwing your head back in pleasure. His tongue felt so great swirling around your sensitive nipples. On the floor, he kneeled before you like you were his queen, beautifully nude, his muscular body turning you on like crazy. He’d worked out a lot since you last saw each other naked.  Roughly, sloppily, Jonghyun began to kiss and drag his lips down your stomach. He couldn’t have been more in a rush to taste all of you; to have you back next to him in his bed where you used to lie. His mouth continued exploring you, moving down south until he reached his destination. Inside, your lungs were heaving, your heart was punching against your chest from all the adrenaline shooting through you. Loudly, you moaned as you felt his tongue lick playfully at your clit.

 “Oh my god!”

 You cried, grabbing his head harder and controlling where you wanted to focus your pleasure. Expertly, he sucked up your juices that were dripping rapidly from your pussy; you couldn’t help being so aroused. It was a Jonghyun thing, he knew what you liked and wasn’t afraid to push you over the edge. 


 You purred his name like a cat, being sent in to heaven by his mouth. He tasted you like you were the most delicious meal he’d ever tried in his whole life, not wasting one bit of your wetness. Jonghyun pushed your legs back so your body fell on to his bed, making you giggle; you still had a buzz of the alcohol but Jonghyun made you the giddiest. Dominantly, he climbed on all fours on top of you and pinned your wrists down at either side of your head.

 “Kiss me.”

 He growled. Kissing him was like letting all the sexual frustration that he’d built up out though you wanted to grab him; he wanted every bit of control he could take. His throbbing manhood jabbed the very top of your thigh, making you crave him so much; you wanted to feel him fill every bit of emptiness you felt. As you chased his tongue with yours, you began to grind your pelvis up against him and listened to his deep groans.

 “Do you even know how crazy you make me? You turn me on looking so damn sexy and then you won’t let me have you. You don’t play fair.”

 His voice was deep and heated, making you fall in to his submission. Finally, he had you where he wanted you and you were too turned on to care. Claiming your body, he pulled roughly at your bottom lip, sending just the right amount of pain and pleasure through your system followed by a hard bite to the neck. He bruised your skin no doubt; Jonghyun wanted to tell the rest of the world that you were his and his only. 


 You whimpered as he bit down on your shoulder. 

“You never play fair either Jonghyun. Please, quit playing with me.”

 You needed to beg him to let your wrists go so you could have your way. Jonghyun’s puppy dog eyes were alive and burning, needing you to fuel his flame. To Jonghyun’s surprise, you picked up the strength to flip him over on his back so you were straddling him. That sexual, Cheshire cat grin returned on his flawless face. Deep down, he liked that spark, the playfulness you had running through your veins.

 “Make me not regret this in the morning.”

 You uttered softly before leaning in and kissing him hard, delving in to his mouth and, as you kissed, you got hold of Jonghyun’s ever growing manhood. Taking your time, you placed it inside of you. Jonghyun immediately groaned in the kiss, making your lips vibrate. You let out a sigh of relief as he filled you; Jonghyun had a cock that was the perfect fit for you like Cinderella’s glass slipper. Together, in sync, you moved your hips together so he had every single inch inside you until he was balls deep in your dripping pussy. Making you bite your lip, Jonghyun squeezed and spanked your ass cheeks as you rode him hardcore. You leaned your head back, exposing all of your top half, your breasts bouncing as you went harder, feeling your orgasm building in your core. Frustratingly, Jonghyun didn’t want you to cum yet; he still wanted to make you insane for him.

Jonghyun picked you up, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist and carried you outside on to his balcony. 

 “Jonghyun, people could see us!” 

You hissed, your voice still spilling with lust. Jonghyun silenced you, placing his finger gently against your lips. 

“I don’t give a fuck. Let them see us.”

 You never thought it would but the thought of people seeing made your pussy squeeze tightly around his cock. Still holding you close against his chest, he began to lift you up and down on his cock, flexing his stunning muscles. 

“Oh my god.” 

You panted, resting your head against his, the mixture of his cock fucking you and seeing his perfect body in all its glory made you need to cum so hard. Jonghyun grunted, working his biceps and hips; he couldn’t get any deeper within you. Whilst he fucked you, he penetrated your thumping heart too, reminding you why you left in the first place. You couldn’t deny it; you’d always feel something for the beautiful musician. 

“Oh Jonghyun, harder! Please!”

 You screamed it so the whole world could hear, your cries echoing it down the street. On the ground, you could see your silhouette; the shadow of you and Jonghyun making love under the stars. Sinking your nails in to his shoulders, you let go of your orgasm and lost all control.

 “Yes baby! Cum for me. Give it to me.”

 Jonghyun grit his teeth as he felt you tighten around him whilst you came, your orgasm spilling all over him. You could have rolled your eyes back in to your skull; he felt so damn good inside you and now you needed his orgasm too. 

“Give it to me Jonghyun. Fuck me harder!”

Making you squeal and giggle, he took you back in to his room and threw you on the bed. Carnally, he claimed your lips once more, thrusting his pelvis harder, faster, getting possessed by his passion; he made you scream his name over and over again. You saw his eyes getting deeper, almost black and his pupil’s dilating. The sex god bit his on his bottom lip. 

“I’m going to cum! Fuck!”

 He roared like a lion. With one final thrust in to your pussy, he exploded like a volcano inside you, spilling his hot lava. For a moment, the two of you stayed perfectly still, feeling his cum leak from you and letting the orgasm fade in to bliss. Surprisingly, when he pulled out, he curled up and rested his head on your stomach. Jonghyun looked so adorable; you couldn’t resist stroking his hair.

 “I’m sorry I acted like a dick..truth is..I fell in love with you a long time ago.”

 He uttered, beginning to draw love hearts on your navel with his soft fingertips. Hearing that, butterflies began to flutter and crash around in your stomach. 


You questioned. With loving eyes, he looked up at you and nodded.

 “Why wouldn’t I? You’re beautiful. After you left…I realized just how much I need you.”

 He got up and placed a chaste kiss upon your lips. 

“So, here’s my proposal. I quit being an asshole and I take you on a date as soon as the sun comes up.”

 Oh, you couldn’t say no to that jaw dropping smile. Innocently, you giggled, gazing in to his sweet eyes.

 “It’s a deal.”

Workout (Eisuke x MC)

“Eisuke, please, if you wont do it for yourself then at least do it for me.” I pleaded to my boyfriend of nearly 3 years.

“Trust me, I know plenty of ways I can exercise without going to a gym.” He said grinning at me. I just gave him an unamused stare.

“Fine, but only under one condition… You have to go with me.” There was a hint of disappointment in his tone of voice.

Finally after months of pleading and begging I managed to get Eisuke to work out. The doctor had been telling him recently that yes, he was healthy, but in order to keep his health he needed to workout and keep a healthy diet. I was always the one to cook for him, and when I did, it was 9 times out of 10 very healthy.  But he did really need to start working out in order to keep his health.

“Okay so how about we start going this Tuesday?”

“Going? No need. I’ll have a personal gym built somewhere. I think that you should know by now that it’s not a good idea for me to go in public for long periods of time.”

“Oh… yeah. I didn’t even think about that.”

“Then Tuesday it is.”

He said as he opened his laptop back up to get to work. Tuesdays was the only day when he had a little bit less work and could actually make time. I’m pretty excited about doing this with him. I think that it might be nice to start working out again.


It was only about 30 minutes until we had to leave to go to his “personal gym” he had built. I walked into our bedroom and started to get changed into black spandex shorts, my Nike’s, a razor back shirt, a very visible sports bra, and a high ponytail. I grabbed my phone and headphones as I left to meet up with Eisuke in front of Tres Spades.

I walked down the stairs that led to the penthouse living room, not planning for anyone to be there since I wasn’t wearing the most modest clothes. Immediately I spotted a mischievous looking Ota grinning at his phone while walking to the elevator as well.

“Oh, hey______! What’s up?  … whoa.” He said surprised, looking up from his phone when he realized I was also heading to towards the elevator.

“Uh hey Ota, nothin’ much. Just heading to the front to meet up with Eisuke.”

“Dressed like that?”

“What’s wrong with this?”

“Well for one, Eisuke will probably have to beat all the guys off of you with a bat, and secondly, if you’re meeting with him to go somewhere your usually wearing something super formal.”

“Eh? Was that a complement? Anyways where you headed to?”

“Ahh, I’m not too sure, but probably just the studio.” For some reason he still looked on edge and awkward around me. Maybe I really should have thought twice about these clothes.


“Whelp, see ya’ later Ota!”

I said with a smile as I waved and he waved back. He didn’t sound to sure of himself when he said that he was headed to the studio, I wonder what he’s actually up to…

As I continued to walk towards the front of the building, getting many open mouthed stares by people (mostly guys) passing by. Oh god, Eisuke is gonna be so pissed if he sees all these people staring at what he would call “his woman.” Ugh. I hated when he called me that. Anyways, I spotted Eisuke toward the front of the building still wearing his sexy ass suit while checking his watch. Damn, he’s one fine ass man. I furiously started walking towards him, near running, when I remembered what we were fully about to do.

When I was about a foot away from him I jumped into his arms since I haven’t spent any good quality time or even seen him much for a few days. The look on his face was shocked and when I saw it I immediately started to giggle. Unfortunately his face soon contorted into a mischievous grin and he wrapped his arms around my lower back while drawing small circles with his thumbs.

“Ei- Eisuke! What are you doing, were in public?!?!” I slapped his arm off me and got my footing on the ground again. He slowly slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in towards him while he pressed his fingers into my waist slightly. He then moved his lips to my ear and whispered causing a chill to run down my back.

“______, what are wearing? Do you know how many men are staring at you right now?”

“U-ah, Eisuke please stop doing th- that. And also, I honestly didn’t think that it would attract that much attention.”

I could feel a low rumble in his chest as he growled at me.

“Come on babe, let’s go already.” I said hoping to cool off his anger at the men surrounding us.

We walked to his expensive looking car and he drove us to his new gym. On the way we talked about miniscule things and also about me and Ota’s awkward run-in.

Finally we got to the gym, which by the way, was so freaking glamorous with its colorful and chic interior, lined with weights and machines. I’m pretty sure I looked like a child in a candy store when I walked around looking at the unique colors and machines. It was so much different than any other gym I had ever been to. I couldn’t wait to work out here.

“Well, you seem to like it.” He said with his smirk and took his bag full of his change of clothes and all to the bathroom to get changed.

He soon walked out in training sweatpants, Nike’s, and a towel around neck. Yes, that’s it, no shirt….. I guess this will be more difficult to even concentrate than I thought. I soon find myself in awe and staring at his body and practically drooling with absolutely no shame whatsoever. [ A/N: OMFG MEEEEE. I LUV U BBY]

“Are you just going to stare at me all day or are we gonna get to it?” He said snapping me out of my reverie.

“Uhh. Oh yeah…”

After stretching, I walked over the to the weights and grabbed a bar weight and began doing my squats. Eisuke got on the bench press and started to bench weight. God, could he get anymore beautiful? Just look at those beautiful and articulated muscles bulging. [A/N: *Nosebleeds]

Eisuke POV:

Wow… this isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. And getting to see _____ do squats is my main reason for agreeing to this. Damn, look at that ass.

Okay, I seriously need to stop looking at her squatting in those booty shorts or else it’s just going to give me a bon-     uh I mean problem.

She finally stopped and started walking to the mat on the floor. Thank God, maybe now I can focus on working out without getting turned on. Wait…. What?

She got on the mat and started doing Side Laying Leg lifts (laying on your side and lifting one leg and putting it back down over and over again).  OH MY GOD. Is she trying to turn me on? I can clearly see the inside of her beautiful tan thighs like I do when I’m making love to her. All I want to right now is fuck her senseless.

Soon I got an idea that decided to give a try. I’m going to see if I can arouse her. I got up and started walking to her. When I approached her I laid on the mat next to her and wrapped one arm around her waist and laid the other on her hip.

“Eisuke, quit. I can’t do my workout if you’re messing with me!” I loved when she got all angry at me and flustered like this. I pretty much ignored her comment and placed my head in the dip of her neck, and was basically forcefully spooning with her while she desperately tried to wiggle out of my grasp.

“I love you.” She finally quit moving when I said this and just turned her head to look behind her. I pressed a sweet kiss onto her lips, which soon became more than sweet. She licked my lower lip asking for entrance, and I willingly gave it to her. Our tongues battled for dominance and I of course won.

I flipped her over on the mat and pinned her arms above her head with one my hands and used the other to feel up her ass through her thin spandex shorts. As soon as I let her hands go she scraped her feminine nails all over my already naked chest. She slightly started working her hands down lower earning her a low growl. I saw her smirking and decided it was her turn. I flipped her over on all fours and started to grind my hips into her backside.

“Ei- Eisuke, please quit teasing me. Touch me already.” Damn I’ve always loved how she says what on her mind at all times and never holds back.

“Are you sure? You’ve turned me on so much today I don’t think that Ill be able to be sweet with you.”

“Ahah- that’s okay. You know I like it better rough anyways.” She said seductively, once again looking back at me with lustful eyes.

“As do I, my dear.” I flipped her over and we both started at each other with animalistic urges the whole night and never made it back.

~The Next Morning~

(Y/N) POV:

I woke up slowly fluttering my eyelashes, only to notice that I was lying naked next to Eisuke. Our clothes were aimlessly thrown in every corner of the windowless room.

This is really disgusting…. I think that this has to be the most disgusting way I’ve ever had sex. Eisuke started wake up.

“Good morning babe.” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Well, at least we still got some type of workout in.” My boyfriend said with a smirk.


(3rd POV)

When Eisuke and _____ arrived back at the penthouse the following morning they were met with 4 other smiling faces (with the exception of my bby Sor-chan).

“I told you they wouldn’t make it back until the morning. Time to pay up Baba!!” Ota said holding out his hand.

“Fine. But I just want to mention it’s REALLY creepy how you just happened to know this.” Baba placed a few hundreds into Ota’s out-held hand.

“Well, I mean I’m obviously the only one who saw what _____ was wearing yesterday before she headed off with Boss.” Which brought everyone’s attention to the just retuned couple again.

“Seriously Ota, the whole outfit thing again?!?” Said _______.

“Your right ______, It does look a bit more wrinkled today.”

“That’s not at all what I trying to say!!!”

“Damn, Boss must be really good in bed or something, she cant even think clearly. Care to give a few tips Eisuke?” Baba said and _______ immediately started blushing and hid behind Eisuke who guided her to their bedroom.

A/N: Comment, PM, Requests, and whatever you want. I honestly did want to go further with the smuttiness, but I didn’t feel like having to make this Headcannon list have lemons yet so….. yeah. BUT REST ASSURED THERE WILL BE LEMONS AND MUCH SMUT IN FUTURE HEADCANONS!!!


Do, do, do, do, do, do
(Coming down, dripping candy on the ground)

It stay Yoncé, your Yoncé in that lingerie
On that chardonnay, scoring touch down like a runway
I’m Texas forever like Bombay, and I’m redboned yo
Billion Ring like Donjae, I’m camo in here yo
These thots can’t clock me nowadays
You wish I was your pound cake
Boy you know I look good as fuck
You wish I was your babymomma
Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no
We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it’s a billion dollars on an elevator
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it’s a billion dollars on an elevator
(Ha, ha, God damn, God damn, God damn)

Momma taught me good home training
My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
My sister told me I should speak my mind
My man made me feel so God damn fine (I’m flawless!)

You wake up, flawless
Post up, flawless
Ridin’ round in it, flawless
Flossin’ on that, flawless
This diamond, flawless
My diamond, flawless
This rock, flawless
My Roc, flawless
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell ‘em
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
Say “I look so good tonight”
God damn, God damn
Say “I look so good tonight”
God damn, God damn, God damn

I wake up looking this good
And I wouldn’t change it if I could
(If I could, if I, if I, could)
And you can say what you want
I’m the shit (what you want I’m the shit)
I’m the shit, I’m the shit, I’m the shit
I want everyone to feel like this, tonight
God damn, God damn, God damn

[Nicki Minaj:]
Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian
Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian

(Them bitches thirsty, I’m Hungarian
Nicki, Bey, be eatin’ diamond fangs, barbarian, ah)

[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me
Propofol, I know they hope I fall
But tell 'em winning is my motherfuckin’ protocol
'Cause I score before I ever throw the ball
These bitches washed up and ain’t no fuckin’ soap involved, uh
It’s every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and Bey
Curvalicious, pussy served delicious
Mayday mayday, earth to bitches
Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh
The queen of rap, slayin with queen Bey
If you ain’t on the team, you playin’ for team D
'Cause we A-listers, we paid sisters
This watch right here done faced blizzards
I confess, I woke up like this
All this drank in my cup like this
All this ass on that flawless dick
Instagram another flawless pic
Flawless city with these flawless titties
I’ve got all these hundreds, you’ve got all them fifties
I’m with some flawless bitches because they be mobbin’ pretty
'Cause niggas love bad bitches that be on they grizzly
Throw that ass back I be on my frisbee
Princess cut diamonds on my Disney
He want monster Nicki in Sri Lanka
I told 'em meet me at the trump, Ivanka
I said come here let me show you how this cookie tastes
This that yeah, nigga, eat the cookie face

the signs as "flawless (remix)" lyrics
  • aries: But tell 'em winning is my motherfuckin' protocol
  • taurus: Boy you know I look good as fuck
  • gemini: My man made me feel so God damn fine
  • cancer: I want everyone to feel like this, tonight
  • leo: My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
  • virgo: It's that Yoncé, your Yoncé in that lingerie
  • libra: Say "I look so good tonight"
  • scorpio: I wake up looking this good
  • sagittarius: Flawless city with these flawless titties
  • capricorn: My sister told me I should speak my mind
  • aquarius: These bitches washed up and ain't no fuckin' soap involved, uh
  • pisces: Momma taught me good home training
Beyoncé Ft. Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche (By JocheAk47)

Omg…can you imagine Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman AND Tom Hiddleston dancing off to this? I kind of randomly picked them so go with it ;)

[*Hits Play Button*]

[The fun starts after the epic Feminist Speech]

You wake up, flawless

Post up, flawless

Ride round in it, flawless

Flossin on that, flawless

This diamond, flawless

My diamond, flawless

This rock, flawless, 

My rock, flawless

I woke up like this

I woke up like this

We flawless, ladies tell ‘em

I woke up like this

I woke up like this

We flawless, ladies tell 'em

Say I, look so good tonight

God damn, God damn, God damn

Say I, look so good tonight

God damn, God damn, God damn!

Momma taught me good home training

My Daddy taught me how to love my haters

My sister taught me I should speak my mind

My man made me feel so God damn fine


I’m not even sorry I compiled this lol

So! Who was ***Flawless?

**NO Copyright Infringement Intended**

The invaluable use of extra quarters

A/N: another “meeting Deadpool/Wade Wilson” oneshot. I remember first seeing the laundromat scene with Wade and Al and wondering if anyone else was there to listen to her call him a dumbass so I guess that’s where this came from 😂 I know in this piece Wade is ooc, but we didn’t really see him interact with strangers in the movie all that much besides him following Vanessa to her apartment. I think because of the experience of all the people staring at him in fear and disgust it would cause him to be wary of strangers and maybe even a little shy. Also, remember to let me know what you think. I LOVE GETTING REQUESTS PLEASE SEND SOME IN. Other than that I hope you like it ❤️



The sound of your car door slamming shut reverberated through the quiet parking lot while you hauled your basket of dirty clothes into the laundromat. You felt light that morning with the enjoyment of a simple chore.

You backed into the door, pushed it open and let it swing closed. The tinkle of the bell above the door barely registered in your mind as you saw the man standing in the corner you had never seen before.

He wore a multi colored cap and navy blue pullover hoodie, with gloves on his hands. You slowly kept pace to the washer that you usually used next to Al. Once you got closer you could see the painful looking scars that covered his whole face and, as far as you could tell, his whole head.

You ended up a couple spaces to the right on the table opposite of the man. Not one to be caught staring, you went about your chore and set your laundry basket down on the table, and got your dirty laundry and soap out.

But you found yourself looking up at him and wondering who he was and what the hell happened to him. You didn’t think he’d notice you, with him pouring a generous amount of seltzer water over a stained sweater with a determined look on his features. But he quickly proved you wrong.

Suddenly, his eyes looked up to yours and met your stare. The brown eyes that looked back at you made your breath catch and damn it all if something hadn’t stirred in your chest. You ignored the instinct to look down in embarrassment at being caught staring and boldly kept his eyes and gave him a shy smile.

Your eyes widened as his head tilted to the side, like a confused puppy. ‘Great (Y/N), you probably creeped him out,’ you chastised yourself. A new wave of timidity washed over you, which also caused your cheeks to turn a light shade of pink which you were sure he noticed. If the small uptick of his lips was any indication.

As if trying to shake the blush away, you shook your head discreetly from side to side and started loading your clothes into the wash. This time, you could feel his eyes dart towards your turned form, and when you’d turn back to grab more laundry, his gaze would be immediately drawn back to his stained sweater.

‘At least I’m not the only one staring. Even if he is doing it to make sure the creepy girl in the laundromat leaves him alone,’ you thought. The washer was all loaded up with your clothes so you dug through your purse and grabbed a handful of quarters to feed the machine. Because you had been a little busier loading your clothes, it was easy to focus the attention on something other than the mystery man.

Now you were finished, still facing the washer, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Usually you chatted up Al, asked how she was doing, made sure she was getting along okay. This time, you couldn’t find the confidence to turn around and start a conversation. Not with the embarrassing but barely noticeable encounter with the man across from Al still hanging in the air.

So you did what any mature adult would do. You decided to wait out the washing machine by staring at it. It was working for about ten minutes until a not so muffled curse was spoken from behind you.

“What the fuck? God damn it. Al, did you take my quarters again?” An impatient voice asked.

You turned to see who it was and sure enough, the man and Al were engaged in a swear word filled debate about whether or not the man’s quarters were stolen or simply forgotten.

“Okay, that’s fucking fine. I can definitely go without washing my fucking nasty ass clothes. Good luck with your old lady pants. Please do everything you can to get the shitty smell out of them,” the man sounded extremely exasperated with Al. Even as much as Al was a defenseless little old lady, you couldn’t blame him. Al had some bite if you weren’t careful.

This so called bite showed up in Al as she called him a dumbass. You fully turned as they got into it again and had a change of heart about spending some quality time with the washer.

“I have some extra quarters you can have,” you quietly piped up. Al and the man both looked towards you stunned, like they forgot about the other human beings in the laundromat.

The man stared for a while before scowling at Al and throwing a playful smirk towards you, “That’s fine sweetheart. I can just punish Al by wearing my dirty rotten chimi-fucking-changa smelling clothes until the next laundry day.” He ended with his piercing glare on Al again, who was folding up her laundry and about to leave.

“Such a douche. Have fun getting back on your own,” Al croaked and walked out of the laundromat with clean laundry in tow. Both you and the man stared after her, you with a small smile on your face, him with a ‘if-looks-could-kill’ kinda glare.

You looked back to the man and pulled a couple dollars worth of quarters out of your bag.

“Here, I have more than enough,” you softly spoke. The man’s head quickly swiveled to yours, it was a couple minutes before he actually took the quarters from you. He seemed to study your face, for something you couldn’t identify, as you somewhat awkwardly stood with your hand stretched out.

When he did take the quarters, you tried not to blush again when his gloved fingers stroked yours as he scooped the quarters from your hand. “Thank you,” his voice was as small as yours which was an extreme surprise. Just thirty seconds ago he was cussing out Al and not very quietly either.

You shrugged your shoulders to say no big deal. Another awkward silence ensued and the only thing you could think of was to fill it.

“So, do you live with Al?” You quickly blurted.

He looked up at you from the washer he was giving quarters to answer, “Yep. The worst roommate too. Can’t assemble ikea furniture worth a damn.”

His response made you giggle because you thought he was kidding. Little did you know, he wasn’t. But that wasn’t important at the moment.

“You know Al?” The man asked. You found yourself dumbly nodding your head and quickly responding.

“Yeah, we met a year ago when I was having trouble with my washer. She helped me out. I’m clueless sometimes,” you rolled your eyes at yourself to accompany your words and wrung your hands in insecurity.

The man laughed, “You seem to take care of yourself just fine. And others.” He held up the quarters you give him as an example.

You shrugged your shoulders again, this time being able to fight back the scarlet coloring of your cheeks at the compliment.

“Um, my name’s (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you, Al’s roommate,” you stumbled out, not in the confident way you were hoping to. You convinced yourself that the reason you introduced yourself was to be polite, but you knew that it was really so maybe you could get to know him and his brown eyes better.

His beautiful smile sparkled, “Wade Wilson, and the pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

You opened your mouth to continue the conversation but you were interrupted by the alarm on your washer going off behind you.

You could feel Wade still staring at you as you pulled on the handle of the washer to open it. Unfortunately you found major difficulty in the task. The handle wouldn’t open no matter how hard you yanked.

“Stupid thing,” you huffed out in anger. You completely forgot Wade until he was right behind you, speaking.

During a particularly hard pull on the handle, he spoke, “Here, I got it.”

Wade startled you, which caused you to let go of the handle and fly backwards into his chest. Wade’s heavy hands went to your hips to steady you. You felt sparks on your waist at his solid touch. You think he noticed it too as he inhaled a sharp breath.

“Uh, thank you. Sorry for-”

“No it’s fine, are you okay?”

“Yeah…fine,” but you were totally not fine. This man with the brown eyes and strong hands and muscle definition you could feel through his sweatshirt was touching you. It was a lot to take in at once. Wade’s hands lingered for a few more seconds and abruptly let go. He reached in front of you to the washer handle and pulled harder than you could have, effectively unjamming the door.

“Thanks,” you forgot you were chest to back with Wade and turned around, it was your turn to intake a quick breath as your eyes met his chest. You looked up to find him already looking down at you. You stared up unabashedly into his brown eyes, feeling like they were pulling you in.

Wade started to bend his head down near yours and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Time stopped and it was just the two of you staring into each other’s eyes, faces inching closer and closer by the second. You could feel your heartbeat pick up, until you were convinced everyone else in the laundromat could hear it pound.

Disastrously, the harsh ringtone of someone’s phone made the both of you jump apart and Wade to dig through his pants pocket in search of the noise.

His non eyebrow covered eyes flew open at the caller ID.

“Yeah?…You did?…That’s fan-fucking-tastic,” he ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

You watched as he jogged around the table to pull his stained sweater out of the washer. Wade seemed to forget about you until you had started to make some noise, pulling your wet clothes out of the washer and into your basket so you could hang them up on a clothes line at home. Maybe it was easier for your brain to pretend the last few minutes didn’t happen, but it wasn’t easy for the rest of you to forget. You felt the harsh absence of Wade’s presence and turned to look back at him to see if he had left without a word.

However, you found him still by the tables getting ready to leave when he met your gaze.

Wade stopped with a look of regret on his face, but quickly covered it with a smirk, “Just so we’re clear, laundry day is Tuesdays for me and old Al.” Wade quickly walked away from the washers and out the door, looking back once to throw you a wink.

‘Oh great, he can wink too? I don’t know what’s better, seeing the eye close or seeing his brown eyes open,’ you rambled in your mind, attempting to process everything that had just happened.

Happiness hit you quickly as you realized what Wade had said. You could feel your cheeks start to hurt with how wide you were smiling. You shook your head out of its reverie and quickly loaded all your clothes into the basket so you could get home now that nothing was keeping you at the laundromat.

Once you were in the car, you put your keys into the ignition and sighed, “I guess laundry day is moving to Tuesdays.” It was easy to pretend that this was an inconvenience to you but your heart wouldn’t let you stay home next Tuesday even if your life depended on it.

⭐️A/N: btw I went to ikea today and I found the hurdal and the trysil. (It’s okay if you don’t know what I’m talking about, I understand that not everybody has seen Deadpool as many times as I have) I freaked out. My family didn’t know what was wrong with me 😂