he and his girlfriend are so cute

mingzyu  asked:

can i ask what are your favourite facts/Pictures/any content of namjoon that makes you laugh or smile the most? i need some rn tbh haha.....

  • he gives their studio computer endless viruses 
  • he is as soft as an overcooked noodle
  • his underground stage name was runcha randa jfc
  • when he wore a you got no jams shirt
  • this video is a blessing

  • pictures with his mom
  • he said in an interview that if he ever got a non-idol girlfriend he would write a song apologizing to her for being so busy
  • he makes cute puns like namu namu
  • he woke up to the sound of jungkook sucking flies into a vacuum in the middle of the night
  • his love for all things soft and cute; ryan, brown, jimin 
  • his 14/10 dorkiness 
  • he likes to hold things/people while he sleeps
  • namjoon as the maknae 

  • this gif

Originally posted by joonie-bts

  • and of course his smile
Little Spiderman: Homecoming things <3
  • Hawkeye covered by Toomes’s thumb
  • 8 Years Later aka 2020
  • Happy’s unmatched socks
  • Ned’s bug shirts
  • The changing Decathlon posters (October 13-17/September 14)
  • Bruce Banner’s photo on the wall of scientists
  • The chubby girl highlighting on the floor during decathlon rehearsal is not seen again
  • Merv the cat
  • The face plant in the first montage as Spiderman
  • Peter has Avengers action figures on a shelf in his room
  • “Pretty sure this guy is a war criminal now…”
  • Why was Liz in the same class as all the sophomores????
  • “I’m just gonna be myself.” “Dude no one wants that.”
  • The Sub-Ultron arm
  • “Ow my butt.”
  • But why does Tony need wifi?
  • The decathlon poster appears in Peter’s room when it wasn’t there before (and this is after he quit the team)
  • Peter’s room being inexplicably different now than it was in Civil War
  • “You jumped off the sign and landed on your face.”
  • Karen??? Spongebob reference???? Like… dude.
  • The Ultron head
  • “Told you we didn’t need Parker” “Flash you didn’t answer a single question”
  • The nod towards Peter/Mary-Jane’s kiss in the very first Spiderman (2002)
  • Flash screaming down the elevator shaft “Are you really friends with Peter Parker?”
  • The Spiderman graphic on the school news thing. Written in Comic Sans.
  • Basically the whole school news station.
  • Tony why did you make Enhanced Interrogation Mode?
  • “Trying to break the circle of shame” oh Tony
  • The nod towards Spiderman 2 (2004), holding the ferry together visually resembles Peter trying to stop the train.
  • “Yeah Spiderman/Iron Man” guy :’)
  • “If you even cared you’d actually be here.” Tony steps out of suit with his bitch plz face and is not having any of his shit. Also, like, fuck Tony haters? I feel like this scene was directed at their idiocy.
  • “The adult is talking” FUCKING DAD TONY
  • Peter trying not to cry when he’s telling May he lost the internship. Actually looks like he’s trying not to cry, not Trying Not To Cry Acting™
  • Peter’s face when he smells the cologne
  • Shoving the corsage at Liz when he’s panicking
  • Also, can the picture her mom takes before the dance PLEASE be released?
  • Why did he say the Stark internship got “boring?” Of every word in the world, Peter. 
  • “So cute” “Aw”
  • He should have said that he didn’t go up the Washington Monument because he’s scared of heights.
  • The nod towards The Amazing Spiderman (2012) with Flash talking about branzino
  • “I’m…. loooking at… porn.”
  • When Peter cries because he’s scared. Like, yes, good. Sadness isn’t the only reason people cry. 
  • The panicked breathing. Like, it was all so good
  • Tony, do you have that box of reactors because Steve destroyed yours and you don’t want to be without?
  • Peter referring to Liz as his girlfriend after asking her to a dance and then ditching her
  • Peter’s broken hand making it so he can’t hit the webshooters at first
  • When Peter says he can’t imagine what Liz is going through, even though his father figure (Uncle Ben) recently died
  • Michelle/MJ lowkey figured it out but won’t say anything
  • “Thought you didn’t have any friends. “I… didn’t.” *crying*
  • Tony “Did I Dad Okay I Think I Dadded Okay” Stark
Handyman: Part 1

Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

Parts:  one | two | three 

You had gotten home from a long day. The only thing you wanted was a long hot shower. You loved being a co-owner of a booming business but the last thing you wanted was to have to come in on your Saturdays off to fix some problems that the accountant and your stupid interns made.

You were at work from nine until seven. You were exhausted, going through every little tedious details because if there was one mistake you were done for. You and your business partner, Namjoon, were deciding to merge with another bigger company. There had already been a ton of mistakes because of your incompetent staff. You didn’t need anymore. You didn’t need any more embarrassment for your name or company.

“As soon as this merger happens, we’re getting actual professionals,”

you cursed.

Namjoon smiled, looking through the documents. “I’m way ahead of you. I mean how is it that even the person we hired to look over all of this is fucking stupid? I mean I was getting him to read that shit out loud to me and I think his reading level is about third grade.”

He sighed, exasperated and you laughed. “Joon, i’m fucking tired of this. My eyes and crossing.” You leaned back in your chair, head hanging back.

“Mh, late night with Taehyung?” Namjoon smirked.

Your head shot up, “Shut your mouth.”

“You really shouldn’t be fucking our secretary. No matter how much he wants to be a quote, ‘good boy’ for you.”

You pushed Namjoon, “Firstly, fuck you and no. He got himself a little girlfriend.” You said bitterly.

“I see you’re not so pleased.” he sat back.

“She’ll never give him what he needs. I mean he loved being dominated. He liked the dominant role but Jesus, Joonie. You should have seen him. One night even, I was doing my make up in the bathroom and he was sitting on his knees behind me, eating me ou-”

“Y/N! I have to look at this poor kid every day. I don’t want to think about you fucking spanking him and putting him on a leash. He is both of our secretary.”

“Well you’re missing out.” You shrugged.

“Plus we’re not getting rid of him. He’s the best and nicest secretary ever. Also he can put up with your temper so… he’s a keeper.”

You walked into your apartment. You were so tired from this day. You figured a hot shower and a glass of wine and your vibrator would do the trick. Although you wished you could call Taehyung. Not only was he cute but he fucked you just like you liked, needy and hard.

You had seen his new girlfriend. She was about as big around as your pinky. You figured fucking her was like fucking a tree branch, with a high-pitched voice. You rolled your eyes at yourself. You just needed to be fucked and you needed to get over the whole ordeal. You really wanted someone on their knees in front of you, eating you out as you watched TV.

You figured tonight you were only getting your hand or your trusty vibrator anyway. Hoseok, your best friend since middle school, had sent you some porn parody of Captain America. Telling you he knew a certain part with Steve and Bucky going at it hard you’d very much enjoy. You rolled your eyes at the thought but then laughed, thinking of your straight best friend sending you gay porn because your secretary found someone else. It wasn’t that you were in love with Taehyung or anything but you were happy to find someone who wanted to be dominated like you liked. It was hard to find someone like this without being on sites.

You sighed, thinking of that one night before work was over, Taehyung came into your office, with his soft sweet face, telling you he’d met a ‘nice girl’ and was going to pursue it and he hoped you would understand. Of course you played it off way too cool. Regretting it later, thinking you could have probably talked him out of the relationship and persuade him to stay with you. You wanted him to be happy, he deserved it. He didn’t need to be around your tempered, problem self.

You grabbed a towel, setting it on the counter as you got undressed. You dropped your clothes on the floor, remembering to put them in the hamper later.

You went to turn on the shower, seeing the water pressure was not normal. You shrugged and got into the shower, the water was freezing. “What the fuc- are you kidding me?” You turned the water off, making sure that you had turned it on hot, wondering what was wrong with your shower. You knew it was a small thing but it seemed like the last straw. Why couldn’t anything all right for you?

You grabbed your towel in anger. Walking down the three flights of stairs to get to your landlord’s door. You knocked hard, the sweet old woman opening the door, smiling until she saw it was you. Her face changed in slight fear. She didn’t hate you but you want her favorite tenant. You had only been there for three months you already had a reputation, known as the girl who had resting bitch face and really loud sex.

“Ms. Y/L/N… how are you?”

“Just Y/N,” you said, trying to calm down. You did not want to get kicked out or be the person who yelled at the little old lady in your towel, being slightly wet. “Mrs. Park, my shower is only cold water and there is about zero water pressure.” You stood there, freezing while clutching your towel to your chest. You should have grabbed your damn robe at least. It was barely spring and you could feel the crisp afternoon air as you stood near the front door.

“Ms. Y/L/N- I mean Y/N. I’m so sorry. This happened to my son’s shower on the fifth floor. We’re just cooking in here, let me see if he’ll look at it for you.”

You sighed as she quickly walked away, “Thank you,” you said looking around as you heard a low conversation and shuffling. Suddenly you were face-to-face with a shortish dark haired man with a soothing smile. His hair was straight and he was in black trousers and a big sweater. He looked so young and sweet. His mother was the nicest woman ever so you were sure he took after her, you could tell in his features. You were always just rude. “Hi there, if you’ll give me about five minutes, I’ll be up with my toolbox. I just need to run and get it.”

He looks so cute and almost shy as you looked him up and down. When he caught you checking him out, he blushed. “I’m on the third floor, C3.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He said quickly, closing the door and you smiled to yourself. Ma'am, you thought. You liked the way it rolled off his tongue. You strutted away upstairs in your towel. You wanted to be bad and keep it on but to make him more comfortable you decided to put on your robe. It was thin and silky and might have just shown more than your towel but you didn’t care.

You tried to fix up your place quickly while a knock came softly at your door. You smiled to yourself as you ran over to the hallway where your front door was and slowly walked, “Coming,” you purred. You fixed your hair before you opened the door, the young boy was standing there in a new outfit with his toolbox in hand. “Come in. I’ll take you to my bathroom.”

“I don’t think it should take me long so don’t worry.” The small boy smiled at you and you took a look at him while walking into your bathroom. He had changed into a dirty white shirt and some tight holy jeans. “Oh good,” you said as you showed him the room and he walked in. “I’m in need of a good shower”

“I understand,” he chuckled as he looked on the bathroom floor and stopped abruptly. You looked to see what was wrong as he coughed and moved over to the shower. You looked down, seeing your clothes still on the floor with your thong right on top.

You weren’t even going to apologize for that. “So what’s your name, cutie?”

You heard him suppress a giggle. “Um, it’s Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you purred again. “I like that.” You leaned against the counter with your robe becoming slightly more open. “How old are you?”

You watched his face concentrate as he worked on your shower, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “I just turned 20 a couple of months ago.” You made a hum in understanding. He wasn’t as young as you thought he was but you were glad. Although you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with your landlord’s son, especially when she was not the biggest fan of you.

It was slightly hot in your apartment so Jimin was getting sweaty as he wiped his forehead with his arm. His body ripple the under his shirt. “You’re in pretty good shape, sweetheart.” You bit your lip and he smiled brightly.

You wondered how quickly someone could go from being so sexy to so cute in less than half a second. “I’m a dancer,” he said and your eyes went wide.

“My little handyman is a dancer? I bet you’re good. Is that what you’re in school for?” You asked and he nodded, staring at you for a moment.

You had never been aching to fuck someone this fast. You figured a part of you wanted him because you missed Taehyung or because you were horny. “I need to run down to the basement and check the pipes, I’ll be back.”

He started to walk out and you followed. “Oh, alright handyman. I’ll be waiting.”

You sat on your couch for a minute, just thinking how this was literally the beginning of a porno. A sexy young guy comes over to fix your plumbing as you were wearing the most revealing thing. Hoseok was going to freak when you told him this, saying, ‘everything hot always happens to you.’

Everything meaning, that one time you fucked the cute little young pizza boy, Baekhyun. He was the first submissive you’d ever had. You would get pizza just so you could see him. Until one night you kissed him and he confessed how much he wanted and needed you. You realized your want for a submissive when you started to see him all the time. Sadly after a while, Baekhyun was moving away to go to school in California and when he told you and asked you to come with him you told him no. You remember holding him as he cried, not expecting you to deny coming with him.

You did miss him but you weren’t going to pick up and move for someone you only saw as a submissive. You had never really had anything in common with him and you are far from in love with him. It sounded cold but the two of you would not have lasted if you had moved.

Another reason being, every once in awhile you enjoyed being dominated. Baekhyun would just laugh, thinking it was role-play as he did it. Taehyung on the other hand, he was dominant. He knew exactly how to fuck you and how you liked it. He was rough, calling you degrading names, making you scream. Most everything you did to him as your submissive.

You felt yourself getting wet when there was a knock on your door. You jumped up, answering it, finding a very sweaty and slightly dirty Jimin. “Sorry that took so long.” He walked in, “It was fucking hot down there. Oh, excuse my language.” He said as he walked into your bathroom.

You chuckled at his words, thinking about your wet heat being, ‘hot down there.’ You slowly walked to the door, seeing him use the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face of sweat and you held a gasp. His body was basically perfect to you. He was thicker and more manly than Taehyung. With thighs you could ride all night. He had a toned stomach that you wanted to watch tighten as you’re denied him of his orgasm and those pretty pouting lips you wanted wrapped around your clit, that made such a beautiful smile.

Yeah, you wanted to sit on that smile and ride him like the world was ending. Jesus, you were horny. Just then there was another knock at your door. You sighed with a smile as Jimin looked at you curiously. You walked to your door, tightening your robe. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about fucking your landlord’s son, you told yourself. Especially when he apparently lived in the same building.

You opened the door, finding Bambam. Your eyes widened, “What the fuck are you doing here?” You looked out the hallway before pulling him inside.

“Y/N,” he whined, “I’ve missed you.”

You sighed, “Shut up, Bam. You need to go home. Your mother is probably upstairs right now, worrying about where you are.”

“But Y/N, please. I told her I was visiting a friend. I thought I could come stay with you for the night… mommy. I want to be a good boy for you tonight.”

Your breath shuddered at his words. This was exactly the reason you shouldn’t sleep with people in your building, especially when they were 18 and still living with their mom. To be fair, he had told you he was living with a friend but of course you found out the truth when his mother was sending him off to school one morning. He was long and lanky. He had blonde hair and the plumpest lips you had ever seen on a male. It had only happened twice between the two of you. The first time when you were meet at the mailboxes and the second when he showed up at your door again. The second time you felt like you shouldn’t have done it but he had eaten you out the best you had ever had. Of course your hormones took over before you could make a conscious decision.

“I told you, not again. It was a mistake the first two times.”

“Don’t say that. Y/N, please. I just want to please you. I can’t stop thinking about you. My dick has been hard just thinking about being inside of you.”

“Absolutely not. Go find a girlfriend or a sugar mama because it’s never happening again. You’re a cute kid, it’s not going to be hard to find someone else.”

Bambam wanted to argue but suddenly you heard Jimin, “Y/N?” He walked out and just his jeans, shirt crumbled up in his hand. He was sweaty and dirty and you couldn’t help but want both boys bowing down, respecting your every wish.

“Oh, well I see you’ve found someone else. Really? I mean, what the fuck? Have fun Y/N!” Bambam stormed out, slamming your own door. You rolled your eyes as you looked over to Jimin. “Is it fixed?” You asked. You were now exhausted and too tired of this day. You just needed this damn shower and to masturbate and go to bed.

“Yeah, you’re all good.” He said, taking his shirt and rubbing it across his abs, ridding himself of the sweat.

You cursed god and everyone alive for making this Park Jimin look this way right now in your apartment. “Great, thank you.”

You started to walk to your bathroom before he stopped you. You looked up at him and he bit his lip shyly. “Do I need to tip you or something?” you asked. He looks surprised at your words and you inwardly cursed yourself for being rude. “What is it, pet?”

Jimin smiled to himself before he got shy again, “Did he call you mommy?”

You should’ve been embarrassed, anyone would have. But it sounded so good coming out of his mouth. You enjoyed being a sexual person, it was who you were. “He did. All my sub’s have had a different name for me.”

“Subs?” He asked, looking at you and then the ground.

Damn he looked good, you thought, almost like innocent prey. “Submissive’s.”

He looked up at you quickly, “Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m no Christian Grey or whatever. I just enjoy being dominant and also dominated sometimes.” Jimin nodded and it was silent for a minute before he surprised you, “What are some of the names your submissive’s have called you?”

You stared at him for a second, wondering if you had heard him correctly. He swallowed hard, still biting that damn lip. “Well, Bambam was mommy. Baekhyun was goddess and Taehyung called me Princess - that one works well when he was dominant with me too.

Jimin nodded again and looked down at your body. “Is there any name you really want to be called but haven’t gotten to be?”

You looked at him for a moment, thinking about the question. “There is actually. No one has ever called me by it before.”

Jimin’s breve got heavy, “Well, what is it?”

“Duchess,” you said in a slight whisper, making his skin get goosebumps. You started to move closer to him. He sat there still as he watched you, your breath ghosting over his face. “You think you can be a good boy for me? You think you can given into my demands?”

Jimin nodded slightly as he stared at you.


“I will be a good boy for you. I want to do what you tell me, duchess. Please.”

“Please?” You didn’t understand why he was begging you when you thought at first you were begging him. You really were ready for some relief. The thought of this beautiful boy in front of you, wanting you more than you thought, was making your skin hot.

“Take me,” Jimin said in a whiny tone.

“Fuck me,” you couldn’t help but say out loud. You could physically see how much he wanted you to take him.

“Is that what you want me to do? I’ll be more than happy to.”

You couldn’t help but stand back and chuckle for a moment. He was so… innocently sinnful. Then again he probably knew his way around a woman. He just kept looking up at you with these puppy dog eyes. His lips swollen from biting them. “I want you to do a lot to me but I’m too turned on to do all of them at the moment. I need some relief.”

“Duchess, I want to make you come. I want you to come in my mouth so I can taste you. That way I can dream about it later. I want to worship your body like no one ever has.” Jimin said and suddenly he was slowly taking off his shirt, holding eye contact with you as he threw it across the room.

“I don’t like things to be dirty. I want the rest of your clothes taken off and folded properly. That way when we’re done you can put them back on and go.”

“Yes ma'am. Would you like me to take them off for you now?”

“You want to strip for me?” You have been so used to giving with Taehyung. There really wasn’t much foreplay unless you were role-playing. Jimin seemed to be the type that wanted to please you in all aspects. Taehyung always a reptile of his clothes and put it in a pile before asking you what you wanted to do to him. You liked this, it really had been along time since someone was so adamant about following your every request.

Jimin took your hand as he spoke, “Will you take me to your bedroom?”

You looked over his smooth chest, thinking about all the biting and sucking you wanted to do to it. Your eyes made their way up to his face, locking eyes with him. “Follow me, pet.”

You took him into your room before closing and locking the door. He was still holding your hand the entire time and you realize what an actual good little boy he was. He took you over to your bed, silently asking you to sit as he stood in front of you. At first you were curious about what he was doing until you realized he was going to take his clothes off in front of you. He glided his hands against his chest before moving down to his belt buckle, undoing it.

You watched in anticipation, feeling the fire between your legs as the young man in front of you pushed down his pants after he kicked off his shoes. He put them to the side, folding his pants and throwing his socks on top. It was very domestic and you could tell that he must’ve been a very clean person. You were sure that his apartment was as tidy as yours. He moved back in front of you before he turned around showing his underwear clad ass.

“Mh,” you made a noise and appreciation. “I always love a good ass.”

“Do you, duchess?” He looked over his shoulder for your word.

You nodded, “I do, baby boy. Why don’t you show it to me? Then I can tell you how much I want to bite into it.”

You could see his eyes filled with lust in that one moment. Jimin suddenly looked away as his thumbs went inside of the fabric, helping to slowly pull it down. He bent over as to fully push them down his legs before taking them off, folding them and throwing them on top of his other clothes.

You watched him in all of his glory as you open your legs, exposing yourself to his backside. You couldn’t help but to sneak your hand down to your wet cunt as you watched Jimin stand there in all his glory. “Slap it.”

“What?” Jimin quickly turned around to you just to see if he had heard you correctly. It was much to his surprise that you were touching yourself. His eyes went wide as he turned back around.

You chuckled to yourself, “I want to see you slap it for me. Then spread your ass cheeks apart.” You said as you rubbed your clit.

Jimin looked over his shoulder, slightly. Just enough to see you out of his peripheral vision. “Shit,” he whispered before speaking louder, “Yes ma'am,” and suddenly his ass was spanked hard by his own hand. He was then, grabbing his ass cheeks for you before spreading himself apart, bending over in the slightest just so you could get a better view.

“Good boy…” you couldn’t help but dip a finger into yourself. “Turn around for me.” Jimin obliged very quickly as he turned and watch what you were doing. You bit your lip as you tried to suppress a smirk. “Jimin, you are such a good little boy for me.” You said, making him blush and you watched his thick cock fully harden. You had already been able to see it when he was in his underwear but now it was at it’s full attention. “Wow, nice little ass and a thick cock. I think I hit the jackpot with you.” Jimin didn’t speak, he couldn’t. He just watched you as you figured yourself open right in front of him.


“Yes, my pet?” You moaned at his newfound name for you.

“I want to taste you.”

You were so close already just by his innocence. “As much as I want those thick plump lips to be on my wetness, I need you to badly.” He whined at your words and you smiled. “Fuck, I love how needy you are.”

“Of course I am. I’ve wanted you since you’ve moved in. My mom loves to complain about you, especially how loud you are during, ‘sexual activities.’” Jimin spoke, looking at the ground almost bashfully.

“I am loud. I like to fuck and be fucked. If you fuck me nice and good, you’ll get to hear me… but I want to hear you too. I definitely get off on my partners being loud as well.”

“I’m very loud, duchess. I will let you know how good I feel, especially getting to be inside of you.”

You took your finger out of yourself, as you stood up, slowly walking over to him. “Such a good little boy,” you said seductively as you pushed the finger inside of his mouth. Jimin closed his eyes as he swirled his skilful tongue around your digit. He basically was sucking the life out of you because it felt so good you felt your knees going weak.

“Jimin,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

He slowly let your finger come out of his mouth. “Yes, duchess?”

“I want you to bend me over this bed and take me, got it?”

“Yes ma'am,” he nodded as you opened up your rope. He watched you intently as you spoke again.  

“But… I want you to do it with a butt plug inside of you.” You said as your robe dropped to the floor. “Pick that up and hang it on the door for me while I go get your toy.”

Jimin nodded intently as he grabbed it and walked over to your door as you went into your special drawer and found the new butt plug you had originally gotten for Taehyung. You pushed those thoughts aside of him as you got out your lube as well. Jimin was already by your bed waiting for further instruction. “Get on the bed.” Jimin was quick with your instruction as he watched you and waited for more. “Bend over so I can get you ready.”

“Thank you, duchess.” Jimin said as he bend over, exposing himself. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs at the sight of the young man. He looked like he was made to be a submissive. You smiled to yourself just before you took your hand and gave his delicious looking, velvety ass one hard smack.

“Ah! Fuck duchess, i’m not going to last long at this rate. Just you looking at e is enough to make me come, just for you.”

It was like he knew exactly what you liked to hear. “I probably won’t either, pet. Then again we have all night.” You said as you lubed up two fingers with the cold liquid, circling it around the Jimin’s tight hole. Pressing one finger inside of him. You didn’t know if this was a normal thing for him, luckily the plug you had bought was on the smaller side.

You worked your finger in and out of him, curling it inside. He was very right, he was loud and it was only making you more and more turned on which was making you crazy now. You were more than ready to have him inside of you at this point. The thought of him pumping his thick cock inside of you was making you go mad with every passing moment.

Jimin was clawing at the bed as you pushed the second finger in. “Duchess, yes! Fuck right there please!”

He was constantly screaming out for you and you couldn’t help the evil smirk that was growing on your face. “Do you think that I can make you come without even touching your pretty little cock?”

Jimin’s eyes were screwed shut as he whimpered at your question with a fistful of the sheets in each hand. His dark hair was hanging in front of his eyes as he opened them. “I know you can, duchess. I feel like as soon as you put that plug inside of me I’m going to burst right across my stomach.”

“No, I want you to come with my fingers still inside of you. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers. What do you think? Do you think if I curl them inside of you and tell you what a good little boy you are for me, you’ll come?”

His breath hitched, “Oh god, fuck. I do, duchess. If you call me anything I’ll come. I’m so close already.”

You enjoyed when you’re submissive’s came for you without you even touching where they wanted it the most. So you curled your fingers inside of Jimin, bending down so you could whisper in his ear as you put your hand around his neck, choking him slightly and pulling him into you. “You’re a good little submissive slut aren’t you?”

Jimin’s groans send vibrations across your body. “Yes, I am. I’m such a slutty boy for you. I want to be good for you,” he cried.

“Why don’t you come and show me what a good slutty little boy I have here.”

Jimin buried his head into the duvet as he came all over himself. You took the moment while he was panting and moaning to slip in the butt plug, turning it on a low volume. Quickly enough Jimin’s head popped right back up with a loud grunt. You pulled him up before placing a small kiss on his mouth. It was so soft and so timid at first. You could hear his breath catch in his throat as you moved back but suddenly he frowned. “Will you kiss me again?”

You smiled, giving him his answer as you pulled his mouth onto yours. You bit his bottom lip, making him moan as his hands grazed your body, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. His tongue slowly entered your mouth as you moved yours against him.

After a minute you pulled away, to breathe but his mouth was all over you. “No marks,” you said. “I only get to leave those on you.”

“Yes ma'am,” he said excitedly before you licked a long stripe up his neck. You turned around, pressing your ass against him as he cursed.

“Pet,” You moved your head back and to the side, letting him pepper kisses all down your neck. You grinded your ass into him, feeling his member start to harden once again. “I can’t wait to have you inside of me, fucking me hard against the of the bed. I need it so badly, baby boy.”

“Well, i’m going to give it to you duchess. I promise,” He kissed your neck one last time before, biting your ear, whispering. “Please, tell me how much you want me.”

You smirked, a boy who feeds off compliments and your wants, you thought. “Jimin I need you inside me. I was thinking today how much I needed a good strong young man and look what I got, huh? You’re so much better than anything I could have imagined. I want you more than you know. My body is going insane with need right now. I’m just aching to have you be inside me.”

He moaned, kissing down your back. “I’ve never gotten so hard again this quickly, duchess.”

“You want me, don’t you?” You didn’t say it with need, you were just genuinely interested if he wanted you do as much as you thought.

“Yes, yes I do. More than you even know.” He whimpered as you felt him brush his hard member against your wet pink pussy. You moaned in response as he pushed inside of you rather quickly. He breathed out as he pushed in all the way. “Oh god, shit. Duchess, you’re so tight. You feel so so good around me.”

That was very true, at least for you. He felt amazing inside of you. He was just long enough with the perfect amount of girth to stretch your walls. You reached a hand around to his back, grabbing his ass, pushing him into you. “Move, baby boy.”

“Yes ma'am,” he whispered as one hand grabbed your hip as the other moved to your front, grazing over your bundle of nerves. You were happy he wasn’t moving at a slow pace. You figured he knew you could take it. He kissed down your neck and your back, playing with your pussy as you closed your eyes.

“Yes, mhm. Come on big boy. That’s right, that feels so good.” You were being thrusted in faster and faster. You were being fucked into the side of the bed and you loved that feeling. What was making it even harder was Jimin moaning behind you in contentment that he was doing a good job. “So good Jimin, duchess feels so good having you big cock open her up.”

Jimin whined, “Harder, do you want it harder, duchess?”

“Give it to me as hard as you can.” You said as you were already bouncing on his cock, grabbing onto your duvet.

“Yes ma'am, as you wish.” He said as he removed his hand from your front, placing it on your other hip before planting his feet on the ground and steadily thrusting his hips. You jolted forward as you screamed for him in pleasure. “Oh, oh yes!”

“Duchess, you’re so loud. I love it.”

“I’m loud for you, my pet. You’re making me this loud.” You could barely get out as you were being pounded, you could feel how hard Jimin was holding onto you just so you wouldn’t slip out of his grip.

You couldn’t even speak. He was fucking you at the quickest pace. His strong thighs were in a stance as he thrusted at a quick fire pace. No wonder his body was so defined. He really knew how to use it. “Mhhh, yes! That’s it Jimin, right there. Goddamn!” Your body was shaking and you couldn’t help but laugh because your body was full of adrenaline and emotion. You had never been fucked that good, especially it being the first time with the person. Normally you had to get used to their quirks and their body. For some reason Jimin was just right.

You felt like this was the quickest you had ever been ready to come. Then again, it was definitely worth it. Having Jimin behind you, whispering in your ear how much he wanted you and how much he needed to taste you was fucking riveting. You had never felt so wanted in your life. “May I come inside you? Please let me, I’m so close. I’ve never come this quickly twice in my life. Do you see what you’re doing to me, duchess? I just want to be the best good boy possible for you. Please, please.” He cried, holding onto your hips so tightly.

“Fuck, yes. Come inside of me. I want you to come, now. Duchess needs you to show her how much you need this.” You said as you ground your hips back into him and he couldn’t help but let his hands wander all over your body with excitement.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Jimin grunted as he suddenly filled your tight pussy as he was crying out a mix between your name and his name he was supposed to call you. Either way you could not get mad because it all sounded so sweet leaving his lips. You wished that you could see him come for you again. You wanted to see his face scrunched up in pleasure as his mouth was open, barely uttering a sound. The thought of that was sending you over the edge. Then suddenly Jimin pulled out of you as his knees hit the floor. Suddenly his mouth was on your most sensitive area. “Duchess, please come for me. I’m ready to taste you.”

“Oh my god,” you took a deep breath and as his tongue started to fuck you, making your eyes widen,his hand came around and his fingers played with your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shouted as his tongue lick to your folds clean while you were coming. “Jimin, yes! Good boy, just like that.” You reached around, grabbing a handful of his hair, pushing him in more to take you for everything you were giving him.

Suddenly your body collapsed onto the bed and you couldn’t help but laugh. “That felt so fucking good, my pet. Such a good fucking boy, making duchess feel that way. I can’t express that enough.”

Jimin smiled small as he picked you up, placing you up on the actual bed. “You taste so perfect. Beyond compare from what I imagined.”

“I’m so tired I can’t even open my eyes. You really know how to please.” You crawled up into the bed, getting under your messy blankets.

“Thank you, duchess. Thank you for making me feel so fucking good.” His lips were on yours for just a moment before you felt the weight of sleep wash over you.

You woke up the next morning alone. You kind of liked it that way although, you thought Jimin would be the type to stay and cuddle until you woke up. You were just excited to spend Sunday at home and not at work, fixing other peoples mistakes.

You thought about the fact that all of the subs you had slightly became obsessed. You didn’t think it was with you, you thought I was just about the new opening of a sexual experience. You figured that Jimin would probably be back soon just like everyone else.

You couldn’t help that part of you loved them wanting more. Part of the attraction to Bambam the second time was that he was begging for you without even you asking. He had just gotten on his knees in the middle of the hallway and begged you to fuck him. He was one of the ones that straight away wanted you to peg him. You did enjoy that a lot. Of course the next day he was gone but that was only because he had school and when you walked downstairs to leave for work you found him with his mother.

That still give you shivers to this day. Baekhyun loved to be fucked too, he whined like a little bitch every time you were inside of him. Taehyung was your favorite though. He had the manliest sounds come out of his body but even though they were manly they were still very wanting. You remember one Friday after work you brought him home and that night and all Saturday you just fucked.

Switching roles and positions. Doing so many different things, especially role-play, which was his favorite. You just thought that he was the one you would be keeping. You hated the fact that you were hung up over this one boy. You just figured you would keep yourself in the game and meet some other people to help forget about him.

You knew you had to work with him but you still got to be dominant over him which helped. You figured it wouldn’t be too long until you were wrapped up and someone else, in more ways than one.

Hoseok came over around 1:30 in the afternoon. He had your favorite Chinese food and beer. He was ready to tell you about this woman he had met last night when suddenly he saw a dirty white shirt bundled up on the floor. “Whose is that?” He pointed to it as he opened up the food and put it on your coffee table.

“Just some dirty clothes. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’ve been fucking,” he smiled brightly at you. “Who was it? Did Tae break up with his little girlfriend?”

“No, it was someone else. It won’t happen again though because he lives in the building and we all know how well that worked out for me the last time.”

“Well, the only way that could get worse was if he was underage or was like your landlord’s kid or something…” Hoseok sat down next to you as you picked up some food quietly. He looked over at you to see why you weren’t saying anything. “Y/N, you okay?” You nodded before he realized why you had been quiet. “Oh my god, how old was he Y/N?”

“Jesus, he was 20. Okay, that’s not it.”

“Did you check his ID?”

You stared at him hard. “Fuck you, okay? It was my landlord’s son. He came and fixed my shower and then we started talking about submissiveness and he called me Duchess and he fucked me long and hard. Is that what you want to hear, alright?”

“Why is your life so perfect?”

You rolled your eyes and made an exasperated sigh, “My life is not perfect. He lives like on the fifth floor or something. I’m sure I’ll have to see him around. If he doesn’t come begging on my door soon enough.”

“Maybe you should break something else and see if he’ll come fix it? But this time film it for me.” Hoseok chuckled as you smacked his chest while he ate. “What, I’m just saying.” He was still laughing with a mouth is full of food.

“So tell me everything.” Hoseok said as he kicked off his shoes.

“I don’t have to share every little detail with you.” You grabbed your food and sat with your legs folded, finding the remote.

Hoseok quickly took it, throwing it on a chair nearby. “What are we, ‘normal?’ We’re not watching TV. Tell me about fucking, was he needy? Did he tell you what a bad boy he was?” Hoseok smirked and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“You remember that girl who is basically your friends with benefits, the one that called you daddy?”

“Yeah, she was needy and the best way. So shy but was so slutty… the best combination.”

“Yeah, that but in boy form.” You said you’re taking a bite.

“Fuck,” he nudged you. “I’m like jealous right now, honestly.”

“He asked me to come in his mouth so he would taste how sweet I am and so he could dream about it.”

“Christ, Y/N. That’s hot. Fuck you and your perfect life.” He said as he shoved a fork full of food and his mouth.

“You don’t even know the half of it.”  You ate your orange chicken and picked at the vegetables.

“Are you going to see him again though? I mean, come on.” Hoseok asked as he picked out a piece of your food.

“I don’t know, I’m being cocky I’m just saying yes now.”

“Well, I hope so. I mean he’s in the building. I’m sure you can do something to get him to come back.” Hoseok said before going on about his next conquest, making you laugh and forget about Jimin and Taehyung.

It had been almost a week and you hadn’t seen Jimin at all. You thought you caught him in the hall but it was just some random guy. Then yesterday, there was a knock on your door and you got overly excited, smiling wide as you ran to the door. Unbuttoning your shirt a little to show some cleavage and swinging the door open, only to find Bambam on his knees in forgiveness yet again.

You told him you would tell his mother he was trying to sleep with you if he ever came back because you know she would be all over him like a flea on a dog if she was suspicious. Then he wouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere.

Now it was Saturday and luckily you didn’t have to go into work but you were going stir crazy with your thoughts. Specifically the new little girlfriend of Taehyung. She now came every day for his lunch break and every time you left your office to get food you would see her. She would sit on his desk and try to feed him while giggling and he just sweetly smiled at her. You were nauseated by the sight.

Plus it didn’t help he would come into your office and look so innocent. Bringing your papers and bending over your desk as he smiled and chuckled at everything you said. You would compliment him or his outfit and he would ask you in a quiet voice, ‘do I look like a good boy?’ The way he said it sent shivers down your entire body and you knew he was toying with you. He loved to do that. He wanted to know you needed him. But he was with someone else and you respected that no matter how much you wanted to throw him onto your desk spank him for teasing you.

You couldn’t believe you were so hung up on someone. It also didn’t help that you hadn’t heard from Jimin. You thought at least he would be back for more by now even though he shouldn’t. You just needed to do something, you felt weak. You’re needy and wanted to have someone around. You wanted Jimin. You wanted to see him in your bed, tangled in the sheets, moaning for you like he was a week ago. He didn’t mouth off like Taehyung did sometimes to egg you on. Then again it only was one time…

You sat there for a second and debated before you took a deep breath and walked into your kitchen. You found a roasted chicken that you were going to eat tonight but you need other things first. You walked over to your sink with the chicken, laughing at how high school you felt. “I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this.” You said before opening the container and taking the chicken out. You cut up some of it before you initially decided to stuff it in your sink.

You turned on the garbage disposal, making sure that some of the chicken went down but got clogged in the sink. You put the rest of the evidence away as you found your landlord’s number after you had finished the deed. You wanted to just sleep, feeling ashamed but then again you needed him.

The phone trilled in your ear as you tapped your foot, waiting for an answer. “Hello, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Y/N, please.”

“Y/N,” Mrs. Park said in a sweet tone. “What can I help you with?”

“My uh- drain. My kitchen sink drain is clogged. I was wondering if you might could send your son to help me with it? He was just so helpful the first time.”  You closed your eyes, cursing yourself. You should’ve practiced before you called.

“Sure, I will. He is out at the store for me but I will send him up to you later if that’s all right?”

“Later is fine,” you smiled, thinking about an out to wear. “I appreciate it. Thank you.” You said before hanging up and running to your closet.

Later turned out to be in the next two hours. There was a knock on your door and you jumped up from where you were watching TV. Running to the hallway, you stood in front of the door for a couple of seconds, fixing your hair before opening it.

Once you did open it, Jimin was standing there and a black T-shirt and black pants. “Jimin, hi. Thanks for coming… to look at my sink.”

“Sure,” he smiled curtly as he walked in with his box of tools. You followed him to the kitchen to show him the culprit.

“I just think it’s a little clogged. I tried using some drano but I think it might be some food.” You shrugged.

Jimin eyed you for a moment. “Well, sure… let me take a look.”

“Great, thank you.” You smiled, putting a hand on his arm. You could tell he stiffened at first but something about it made him feel comfortable. You were both staring at each other and you wanted to move in for a kiss but suddenly your phone rang.

Your jaw tightened as you tried to smile. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

“Of course,” Jimin nodded. “I’m gonna go ahead and look at this bad boy.”

Bad boy, those words shot to your core as you were walking to find your phone. “Jesus, Y/N, get it together.” You found your phone and picked it up, seeing Hoseok’s name pop up.

“What?” You whisper yelled into your phone.

“Hello to you too, lovely.” Hoseok laughed.

“Bad timing,” you spoke softly.

“Why, do you have someone over? Is it your little handyman?”

“As a matter of fact.”

“Okay, I won’t keep you long. I was just wondering if you wanted to go to a club opening with me next week? It’s apparently super exclusive but I figured you could use a night out.”

“Sure, I guess that sounds good.”

“Awesome then. It will be just like old times. If you want, maybe you can bring your little plaything.”

“It’s not like that.”

“That doesn’t mean that you don’t want it to be.”

“It’s only been one time. It’s not like I know him well.”

“Yeah, like you really knew Taehyung.” You could hear Hoseok roll his eyes.

“It’s not- I know I didn’t know him well enough either but he does work for me. I got to know him in that setting.”

“Wait, what’s this guy doing over?”

“Fixing something…” You said before you heard Hoseok giggle.



“Did you deliberately break something to get him to come over?”

It was silent for a moment. You didn’t want to admit your defeat. “Text me about the details for the club opening.” Suddenly Hoseok broke out into abrupt laughter. So you rolled your eyes again and ended the conversation, hanging up on him. You threw your phone on the coffee table before walking back into the kitchen.

You saw Jimin right side up, looking at the sink from inside the cabinet. You saw the slightest bit of his stomach creeping out from under his shirt. You swallowed hard as you did everything in your being to stop yourself from climbing onto his lap. Damn him and his thighs.


You shook your head, you liked the way your name sounded coming from his lips. Then again that wasn’t the name you wanted to be called at the moment. “Yeah, what’s up pet?”

“You know, if you wanted to see me you could’ve just asked instead of plunging chicken down your sink.”

You couldn’t see his face but you figured it was very smug. You stood there shocked for a moment before you chuckled to yourself. “That’s cute, Jimin.”

“Am I wrong?” He spoke as he got out from under the sink and situated himself and his tools. “All done.”

“That’s it?” You said a little too quickly.

His eyes opened wide in a playful way, “Have you missed me?”

“Don’t be so full of yourself. It’s unattractive.”

Jimin smirked and laughed to himself. “I don’t know, I think you’re pretty full of yourself and it’s sexy.”

“Well, well, well. What happened to the shy little boy I saw last week?”

“He was fucked by you and didn’t seem to want to be so shy anymore.”

“I liked him shy.”

“I can be shy… but I can also tell you how much I want you in a more physical manner.”

“Well when you’re shy, you beg. I like that in a man.”

“I’m just a little more confident today because you stuffed chicken and you’re saying to get me to come here.”

“Maybe I did. You fixed it though, you could leave.”

“Is that what you want me to do?” He asked, biting his lip slightly as you stayed silent. “Duchess,” he said in a low sultry voice.

“Maybe,” you said, coming out as a whisper.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” You just kept staring at him. “I’ve been thinking about you riding my thighs. You had told me before that you enjoyed that.”

“I do, Jimin. Are you going to be a good boy and let me ride them tonight?”


“Please what?”

“Please, duchess. Ride me.” He said in a needy yet confident manner.

“Sit on the couch, now.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He said, sitting as you quickly jumped a the opportunity to sit on his lap. You slowly moved onto his lap as you sat on his thigh. Jimin’s breath hitched as he watched you and pulled your body onto his. “I’ve missed you, duchess.” He gripped your ass as your ground into his pulsating thigh muscle.

“Don’t lie to me,” You bent down, lips brushing his.

“I’m not- I wouldn’t. Not to you, duchess.” His breath got caught in his throat as you slowly moved and circled your hips.

“Why didn’t you come and see me, after the first night baby boy?”

He groaned, head falling back. “I didn’t know if you wanted to see me again.”

You looked at him for a moment, pouting at him. “Awe, pet.” You took his chin in your hands. “Tell me how much you want me?” you thrusted your wet heat against him.

“Fuck, duchess. How could I not want you? You so beautiful. You make me feel so good, oh-” He groaned. “You make me want to be such a good boy for you. You make me want to please you in anyway possible.” You could feel his hard on pressed against your leg as you kept riding his thigh.

“Jimin,” you felt breathless.

“Please, duchess. Please come for me, i’m so close just watching you. I was hard as soon as I knocked on your door.” His hands were all over you and you took them, holding his hands over his head. “Wait, no. Let me touch you, please.” He begged.

“This is what you get for not coming to me sooner. You better make me come, i’m close.”

Jimin’s head flew back, “Jesus christ, I can feel your wetness on my leg. You’re driving me crazy.”

“You’re driving me crazy,” you thrusted. “I’ve been waiting for you to come see me again. Making me fucking stuff chicken in my sink just to get you here.” Jimin was staring at you with his mouth open. “That’s right, my prince.”

“Please call me that, I want to be your prince.” His hands were fighting against you, you knew that he wanted to touch you and you fed of of that. “Come for me, my slutty little prince. Come in your tight little jeans for me.” You started to move your hips faster and faster. “Duchess, please.”

“That’s it, my pet come.” You felt his legs twitch as you smiled down at him, biting his lips as he shouted out for you, coming just like you told him to. “Good boy,” you watched him come undone. He was panting, looking up a you for approval.

“Are you close? Please come for me, come all over me. I need it, I need you to so badly.”

“Fuck,” you said as you watched him. You grabbed onto him as he was quick to grab your hips, grinding you into him. It wasn’t long until you were coming as Jimin had his hands all over you. “Yes, duchess, thank you. Thank you,” he kissed all over your neck. It was a weird sensation but you enjoyed it. You moved your neck to the side, letting him hold onto you as you sat there on his thigh. You felt so tired but you held onto him.

“You want me to take you to bed?”

You nodded, “I’m tired.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jimin kissed you once as he picked you up, taking you into your room. Your eyes fluttered closed while Jimin laid you on your bed, putting you under the blankets. “May I stay, duchess?” You nodded, slightly. “Thank you,” he said quietly and you heard him take off his pants and shirt before slipping into bed with you. “Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, duchess. Sleep well.” He said quietly as you drifted off to sleep as Jimin moved closer to you.

It’d be super cute if Mike gets a replica lightsaber for his sixteenth birthday and excitedly sets it down on the coffee table before reatreating to the other side of the living room. He stops, plants his feet, and stretches his arm out in front of him, palm open.

All at once, the lightsaber flies through the air into his outstretched hand, his fingers closing around it as it begins to glow blue.

Beaming, Mike turns to his girlfriend, seated on the couch with her nose buried in a heavy book.

“That was SO COOL, El! Thank you!”

El peers up from her page, her cheeks slightly pink. “I’m glad you like it,” she smiles. Mike continues to rant and rave about how amazing she is and how Dustin is totally going to want to try this new trick.

I met the Sweetest Couple

So just a heads up I’m mentioning race but it’s not negative at all, quite positive, and crucial to the story.

So I’m stocking things in our cosmetics, and I see this male (white) frantically looking around in our black hair care section, glasses askeew, hair all meessed up. I ask him if he needs help finding anything and the poor guy was shaking like a leaf but he breathes this huge sigh of relief when he notices me. (Note: I’m black, native american, and samoan).

He proceeds to explain to me his girlfriend (also mixed like me) has been wanting to transition her hair for a while from perm to natural. But everytime she thinks about it she realizes the products and upkeep necessary are just too much for her. So I immideatly jump into action as transitioning is something I’ve had experience with before.

I ask him about her hair type; the texture, the thickness, fragility, everything. Based off his description I start giving him the low down on how perms work and point out the products she would need to grow out her hair happily. The things she’d have to do and what not. He just nods eagerly and soaks up the information like a sponge. He then buys this cute basket since it’s around Easter time we have tons of these things, to put it all in.

Since I had helped him find the products I was familiar with I actually look up tons of coupons for them like buy one get one ½ off, or buy two get one free. He’s so grateful and estatic, it was contagious happiness.

Well a a week later I see him come with his girlfriend. After he points me out to her she makes a beeline towards me. Shakes my hand, asks for a hug, an tells me how lovely all the products are that she recieved. How she’s so happy that her boyfriend did this and I helped them both so much by doing this. She left a stellar review for me apparently to my manager and my store site. AND THEN, she leaves this huge package of homebaked cookies and I guess she knew the rules on our gift policy cause she also sneakily left a gift card in there with a bit of money on it.

They were so nice, they make up for all my shitty experiences

Too tired

Originally posted by shawnthecutest

Summary: Shawn stays up late to finish one of his songs and a very sleepy y/n comes to check on him.

Fluff (may give you some feels)

A/N: It’s just something short and i hope cute enough to give you some feels bc I’ve been really into Shawn lately and wanted to write something but I had this huge writer’s block so yeah, hope you like it :)

masterlist | request

   Shawn was sitting on the couch in the living room of his flat in Toronto, which he now shared with y/n, his girlfriend. It was almost 2am, he had his favourite guitar on his lap, scattered papers covering the floor and the couch. You see, Shawn had this amazing idea for a song and he’s been sitting like that for the past 4 hours, coming up with new lyrics to accompany the melody. 

    He has finished writing another line and was about to try it out with some tunes, but let out a long yawn. He shook his head slightly and run a hand over his face before getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, to keep him awake for some more time. 

    He switched on small lights that were placed underneath the cupboards, so that he can comfortably maneuver around the kitchen, without stubbing his little toe. He took out one of his favourite mugs, that you got him for your first anniversary, and quietly placed it on the hard counter. Then he took the right capsule and popped it into the coffee machine. As he waited for the drink to be made, he lifted up his arms above his head and stretched. He slightly bended to the sides and then moved around his shoulder blades until he heard a not so pleasent sound, but that little pop from his spine made him feel much, much better. Sitting for hours hunched over his guitar and notes weren’t doing his spine any favours. 

       The noises coming out of the machine made him close his eyes and take a deep breath, hold it in and then exhale. Then a strong smell of coffee filled up the room, immediately making Shawn feel more awake.

      While taking the first sip, which just burned his upper lip, he heard footsteps and a soft voice calling his name, “Shawn?”

      “In the kitchen, love.”

       A few seconds later y/n came into the room, dressed in one of his t-shirts and some underwear hidden underneath it, as it reached her mid-thigh. 

      “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?“

      “I’m just finishing a song, I’ll be done so-”

      “Shawn, it’s 2am. Baby, you’re overworking yourself again.” She run her hand up and down his back, his free arm wrapping around her shoulders, pressing her smaller form into his body. 

         Shawn pressed a gentle kiss at the top of her head, “Go back to bed, I’ll come to you soon.”

         Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but a yawn escpaed her mouth instead so she shook her head. “Nah, you’re coming with me. I can see you’re tired, Shawn. Please, take a break and get some rest.”

         Now it was Shawn’s turn to shake his head, taking three sips of his coffee. His hand was now resting on her hip and she wrapped her arms around his waist, sleepily resting her head against his broad chest. 

      “I can’t, it’s almost finished, I promise. Just one more hour and I’ll go to bed.”

       Shawn heard a sigh leave y/n’s lips and then she stood on her tippy toes to press a little kiss just underneath his jawline. 

      “I’m too tired to argue so I’m gonna go back to bed. Come cuddle whenever you’re done, rockstar.” Shawn couldn’t help but smile and placed one more kiss on her lips, she hummed in agreement against his mouth, and then left the kitchen with Shawn following closely. He stopped in front of the living room when he saw y/n open the door to their laundry room.

      “Love, that’s not our bedroom.” He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh, watching y/n stop in her tracks, pure confusion written over her face. 

      She mumbled a “what?” and quickly switched on the light in the room to, in fact, be faced with a washing machine and a dryer.

      “Dammit,” she said before switching off the light in the laundry room, closing the door and going now in the right direction.

      “Goodnight, baby. I love you,” Shawn called after her, a smile on his face, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. 

BTS / Drunk confessions

REQUEST: hi~~ can you do a bts reaction on their s/o drunk confessing their love to them when in reality they were already a couple and they have been dating for a while already. thanks!            

Thank you for this request! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy!


Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

It was supposed to only be a couple of drinks with your best friends. You had no idea how you ended up so intoxicated, you could barely move. One of the bartenders ended up having to call Jin (because his number was called last on your phone) to take you home.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this drunk,” was the first thing Jin said when your equally as drunk best friends passed you over to your boyfriend.

“What do you know?” you replied, slurring your words. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

Jin stared at you for a good minute. “I kind of am, though.”

“You are? Really?” you squinted your eyes. “Jin?”

“Yes, Y/n,” Jin said, not hiding his amusement at your drunken behavior. “Let’s go home, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, not conscious enough to put up a fight.

As soon as he placed you in the passenger seat and tied a seatbelt on you, you leaned your head against the window, grinning happily. When Jin sat down behind the wheel, he glanced at you and, noticing your cheerful expression, smiled as well.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“You wouldn’t get it,” you said, trying to wave your hand to dismiss the topic, but you ended up hitting the dashboard in the process.

“Try me,” Jin said, starting the car.

“Okay, but don’t tell anyone,” you warned, leaning in to whisper to his ear as if it was a top secret. “I love my boyfriend very much. He’s the best boyfriend ever. He’s probably sleeping at home right now but I’ll tell him I love him when he wakes up.”

Shaking his head, Jin turned to look at you. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he loves you very much, too. Even when you don’t recognize him.”


Originally posted by seokjins-wings

You and Yoongi started to go out after spending three years of being just friends. In your opinion, it was only natural that sometimes you tended to forget that he was no longer just a best friend to you.

Sometimes, you woke up in the morning next to him and gasped in horror until you remembered that you weren’t just friends anymore. In fact, you’ve been in a relationship for almost six months now.

Other times, you got too drunk to remember your relationship status. And since you never drank alone, Yoongi was always there, enduring your drunken blabbering.

“What you don’t know, Yoongi,” you said one night after the two of you had gone clubbing. Yoongi may have looked away for just five minutes and you’ve already consumed five cocktails and were starting your sixth. “Is that I have a crush on you. That’s right.”

Although he’s seen you forget your relationship before, Yoongi still bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing as he listened to you. “Do you, now?”

“Yes,” you repeated, sighing dramatically. “It’s so sad to know you’ll never feel the same way. About me, I mean. Because I have a crush on you. I really do.”

“What if I told you we were actually dating?” he asked.

“I’d say you’re lying,” you replied with a hiccup, “And then I’d ask,” another hiccup, “why are you lying, Yoongi? Don’t play with my,” hiccup, “feelings.”

Biting his lip even harder, he got up from the bar stool to gather you in his arms.

“Come on, Y/n,” he said. “You’ve had too much to drink. Let me take you home.”

“Okay,” you said. “I love you, Yoongi.”

He finally laughed at this, kissing your cheek as the two of you made your way towards the exit of the club. “I love you, too, Y/n.”


Originally posted by jinful

Nor you, nor Hoseok liked to drink particularly much, which is why both of you were extremely lightweight. It seemed as if you’ve just taken a sip of champagne, and you were already so drunk, you could barely stand on your feet.

“You’re really beautiful,” you told Hoseok, drunkenly placing a hand on his face while he laughed loudly. “Are you single?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok shrugged his shoulders. He was just as drunk as you were. “Probably not.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” you said, removing your hand from his face. “Will you go on a date with me sometime, though?”

“I’ll ask my girlfriend,” Hoseok said, deep in his mind realizing that he wasn’t single, but not being sober enough to remember that you were his girlfriend. “I love her a lot, you know.”

“Is she pretty?” you asked, leaning on the bar.

“I think so,” he nodded. “And she has this really nice… what’s it called when you talk?”


“Yeah, that!” Hoseok said excitedly. “She has a nice voice. And she always finishes my sentences for me.”

“She sounds really nice,” you sighed.

Both of you took another sip of your drinks and then stared at each other for a moment.

“So,” you started, completely forgetting about the conversation you’ve just had with him. “Will you go on a date with me sometime?”


Originally posted by jinkooks

“I would like to make a toast!” you announced to the group of your friends that have gathered at your house to celebrate your and Namjoon’s engagement.

“Babe, uh, aren’t the guests supposed to be making toasts?” Namjoon, considerably less drunk than you, asked you quietly.

“No, shh, hold on,” you shook your head at him and turned to look at your friends again. “I would like to make a toast to Namjoon! He’s the greatest man who has ever walked this Earth! I love him very much and don’t laugh at me when I say I’ll marry him one day because I will!”

Your friends exchanged glances, giggling quietly at your obvious intoxication, but then they clinked their glasses, toasting nevertheless.

“Y/n,” you heard Namjoon address you quietly. “How drunk are you right now?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders, finishing your glass of champagne. “I only had one glass.”

“One bottle is more like it,” he said with a sigh.

“You know, Namjoon,” you said dreamily. “We’ll get married one day. Just you wait and see.”

He cleared his throat. “That’s kind of the point, Y/n. That’s why I gave you this ring.”

“What ring?”

“The engagement ring on your finger?”

“I’m engaged?!” you gasped, looking at your hand. “How will I get married to Namjoon if I’m engaged to someone?!”

“Oh, God,” Namjoon sighed, knowing that he was in for a long night until you sobered up enough to remember that he was the one that you were engaged to.


Originally posted by parkjmzl

He was the ridiculous drunk in your relationship, not you. And yet, somehow, one night the tables turned. Jimin was still relatively sober, while you were drunk out of your mind. At first, he found this funny, but then you told the bartender you were going to flirt with the guy at the end of the bar, and made your way towards Jimin, while he watched you with confused eyes.

“Hi there,” you told him, trying to wink, but ending up just blinking both of your eyes.

“Hey,” Jimin replied awkwardly.

“You here alone?”

He decided to play along. “Yeah. Why?”

“I’m just wondering what a cute guy like you is doing at a bar alone…” you said, daring to place a hand on his thigh.

Jimin had never in his life heard you flirt like that, so needless to say, he was very amused, albeit a little scared.

“Well, believe it or not, I came to this bar to watch my own girlfriend flirt with me,” he confessed.

“I thought you said you were single,” you said.

“Are you?” Jimin countered.

You were about to reply but then stopped yourself. Your mind cleared a little.

“You know what?” you said. “I’m actually not. I came here with my boyfriend. He should be here somewhere. Light hair, big brown eyes, plump lips that I would really love to kiss right now.”

He bit his lip as he listened to you describe him, and then jumped off the barstool, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s go home, babe,” he said. “So you can kiss your boyfriend.”


Originally posted by berry852

Taehyung could hold liquor very well. You were the absolute opposite, which is why you didn’t enjoy drinking very much. However, tonight was a special night. The boys were hosting an award after-party, and you were invited along with their other friends.

A few hours into the party, you were already too drunk to walk properly, so you just settled on the armchair and listened to Yoongi drunkenly explain to you what the thought the real meaning of Go Go was.

“And that is why they sing “yolo yolo” in the chorus,” he concluded while you nodded enthusiastically.

“That makes so much sense, I—”

“Hey, babe,” Taehyung sat down on the handrest of the armchair next to you, distracting you from Yoongi, who stood up and walked away to share his deep insights with someone else. “How are you?”

“Um,” you scooted away from him. “Sorry, I have a boyfriend.”

Taehyung frowned. “Yeah, I know.”

“Okay,” you said, standing up. “So, I’m going to go.”

“Wait, what?” he stood up after you. “Where?”

“To find my boyfriend. He wouldn’t like me talking to other guys.”

Taehyung chose to put his confusion aside when he heard you say this. “He doesn’t? What would he do if he found out you were talking to some guy?”

“He would probably try to beat the guy up,” you admitted, almost losing your balance, and having to lean against a wall. “But he’s not violent. He’s just very jealous.”

“Very jealous, huh?” he smirked, suddenly starting to enjoy when you talked about him to him, without realizing.

“Yeah,” you shrugged your shoulders, smiling suddenly. “But I love him.”

“You love him.”

“Yes. So, excuse me, but I can’t be here. I need to find my boyfriend,” you said and began to stumble your way down the room

“Y/n!” Taehyung called out after you, smiling teasingly. “Tell your boyfriend I said hi!”


Originally posted by jkguks

You and Jungkook have arrived at the party together, but somehow, you got separated. You were drinking by the bar and chatting with a few of your friends, while Jungkook was playing pool at the other part of the house.

He came to find you a few hours later so the two of you could head home. What he hasn’t realized, however, that you got really drunk while he wasn’t with you.

“You know, Jook… I meant, Jungkook,” you hiccuped, “I have probably never told you this, but I’m honestly in love with you.”

He stopped walking. “Y/n, we’ve been in a relationship for two years now.”

You opened your eyes wider. “We have?! That’s incredible!”

A little concerned now, Jungkook placed a hand on your waist to guide you to the taxi that was waiting for you two outside.

“I spent the entire night trying to come up with a way to tell you I loved you,” you told him. “But it turns out we’re dating! How cool is that?”

“Yes, Y/n. It’s very cool.”

“Can you kiss me?” you asked, stopping to touch his face and almost poking his eye out. “To prove that you’re not lying to me.”

“I’ll do that when you’re sober, okay?” Jungkook said.

You pouted. “But I’m sober now.”

He almost laughed at this. “You’re the furthest thing from sober. Let’s go home.”

“Wait… we live together?”

“Yes,” Jungkook sighed. “I don’t know how you’d find home if I weren’t here. You’re never drinking alone.”

“This night is the best night ever!” you announced cheerfully, almost falling over, but Jungkook caught you. “What else is new? Do we have any pets?”

“Yeah. A dragon in your backyard,” he said half-jokingly to hide the fact that he was starting to get annoyed you didn’t remember him.

“A dragon?!” you squealed. “We’re the best couple on the planet! I’m so happy!”

He turned to look at your joyful face and couldn’t help but smile. “How did I get so lucky to fall in love with a girl who is capable of drinking so much, she forgets all about me?”

firsts ✰ peter parker

summary : a collection of firsts between you and your beloved boyfriend, peter benjamin parker. 

author’s note : y’all okay this is so long my apologies i just??? went so overboard??? because i loved this so much?? also i could probably do more of these because it’s so cute and there are more things that could be added this was just already so long

  • the first time you meet peter, you’re pretty sure, at least just for a second, that you’ve officially met the human form of sunshine
  • seriously he’s always so happy??? and smiling??? and it’s honestly makes him so attractive to you in the first place
  • other than the exceptionally cute face that keeps angling itself toward you ever so slightly in ap chem class that thursday morning 
  • you’re both in lab and he’s sitting at his shared table with ned and he’s supposed to be making the mixture for his webs but oh well he’d rather stare at you like he does in every class you have together
  • (it’s three, three classes and two free periods and lunch and your locker is four down from his, not that he’s paying much attention to that sort of thing)
  • finally ned encourages him to walk up to you in class and ask for an extra beaker one day
    • “do you want my hat for some confidence boosts”
    • “no ned you’re the only one who can wear that hat properly”
    • “you’re not wrong”
  • so peter casually strolls up to your table where you’re sitting alone because your partner is absent and he bumps into the front of the desk 
  • you glance up from your work to see him holding his ribcage and mumbling under his breath
    • “oh, hi peter!” you say cheerfully
    • “wait you know my name?” ohmygodohmygod she knows who i am what the hell oh my god
    • “well duh, we have three classes together of course i do”
  • the best way to describe him in that moment is having lit up from within
  • he instantaneously smiles so wide and so excitedly as he realizes that you’ve noticed him too and maybe not in the same way he’s been noticing you but it doesn’t matter because it’s something 
  • he can work with something
  • and he definitely does
  • from the moment he slid into the empty seat next to you, turning around to give ned a completely obvious thumbs up with another wide grin, you knew you were goner
  • the first time you hold hands with peter you’re on the train with him going to meet may for the first time
  • you’re sort of together but not really but at the same time everyone knows that you and peter are pretty much dating
  • anyways peter really wants you to meet his aunt because she’s his favorite person ever but you’re slowly becoming a contender for that title
  • also may has been relentlessly asking to meet you for the past month and a half of you and peter developing strong feelings for each other so he figures now is as good a time as any
  • especially since he’s planning on asking you to be his girlfriend in the very very near future
  • so you’re taking the train back to his apartment and there’s barely any room for the both of you to sit unless he goes across the cart and the last thing this cutie wants to do is leave you 
  • he’s chilling and holding onto the pole thing by your seat and his other hand is dangling at his side kind of close to yours and he really wants to grab your hand so his fingers are kind of like twitching awkwardly ‘cause he’s not sure whether or not he should just lean down and go for it
  • you’re the one that goes for it in the end, shifting your bag on your lap before you reach out to hold his hand kind of loosely in case he doesn’t really want to
  • but he really wants to
  • and the blood rushes to his face so quickly when he glances down to see you shyly smiling up at him with your hand in his not quite firmly enough 
  • he laces his fingers through yours and makes sure you know he wants to do this more than anything else 
  • peter kind of adores hand holding
  • it makes him super happy and he feels safe and loved and cared for when you hold his hand for that first time 
  • he swings your hands back and forth between you as you trek to his apartment and he does it an exaggerated fashion that makes you laugh
  • he’s happy, so happy
  • the first time he kisses you is that same day, and it’s also the day he officially becomes your boyfriend
  • basically it’s a day neither you nor him would ever or could ever forget
  • you had just arrived at his building and you were both just standing there staring at each other with your hands still clasped together 
  • he had a dopey little happy adorable grin on his face as he bounced on his heels slightly and that made you smile so hard as well 
  • he looked like the most excited little boy ever 
  • which he was, if you really think about it
  • anyway he kind of just moves his hands up to your face for like a second and he hesitates but you nod and tell him that it’s okay so he presses them against your cheeks
    • “i- i wanna… can i… i’m gonna kiss you is that okay maybe”
    • “yeah pete, that’d be okay with me” you smile really softly at him and he nods again and he’s so nervous
  • he leans in and you lean in and you’re so close that you can practically feel his eyelashes delicately fluttering against your cheeks 
  • and then he closes his eyes and he kisses you and it’s only for like four seconds but it’s okay because you’re sure that it’s the best kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life
  • when he pulls back he’s so blushy and cute and shy with his head ducked slightly so you can’t look at him when he asks the next question
    • “so- um, maybe when i- i introduce you to may, i could possibly call you my… girlfriend? maybe? if you’d like to be…”
  • the cutest babes ever :’))
  • the first time he calls you babe is maybe a week or two later
  • he doesn’t really mean to but it slips out and he can’t take it back
  • after seeing your reaction to it he doesn’t want to it back anyhow but before he notices how bright you beam at him he definitely slaps a hand over his face in embarrassment 
    • because like,,, is that even allowed am i supposed to say things like that what are relationship rules is that okay ohmygod
  • so you’re sitting at his desk and you’re going over calc homework with him and you’ve got a pen cap stuck between your lips as you concentrate and he is on his bed with one hand on his cheek and an elbow propping him so he can gaze at you the way an art connoisseur would admire a painting in the MET and he can’t help it
  • it just slips out like
    • “i got really lucky when i met you babe”
    • but he doesn’T MEAN TO SAY BABE AND HIS HEART KIND OF GOES !!!!!!!! but in a bad way
    • he’s like ah fuck i ruined it
    • but you spin around in his little spinny chair that you love and you grin at him and then he relaxes a bit and thinks hey ok good job peter so suave and charming nice one man and pats himself on the back a bit
    • “babe huh”
    • he tries to play it cool but he squeaks out “ummm yeah well like if you’re cool with it ya know haha” 
  • spoiler alert ! you’re v cool with it
  • the first time he says i love you isn’t during some big grandiose argument about him being spider-man
  • in fact it’s probably the lamest fucking thing ever and he kind of regrets not making it a bigger deal to tell you that he loves you but like whatever
  • it makes for a funny story
  • he’s been up with you the past two weeks studying for a history final that has you stressed out you haven’t kissed him hello in like… two days
  • you get out of your final and you’re like sweating from the stress of it and from holding your breath while answering questions because half of the shit you studied for isn’t on the test??? and like??? american education system whatever bye
  • he doesn’t even have a test that day but he waits outside the room for the hour and a half anyway
    • “you probably aced it babe you’re so smart i bet you did wonderfully i’m so sure of it”
    • “when i go to summer school you’re gonna wanna take those words back peter benjamin parker”
      “shut up let me supportive gosh y/n… anyways wanna go get celebratory donuts, my treat obviously”
    • “yes let’s go right now”
  • so another few days pass and you’re getting the tests back and peter skips the last ten minutes of his advanced english class to linger outside your door so he can be the first to greet you when you leave
  • the bell rings and you’re the last one out 
  • (this is mostly to tease peter because you know he’s outside the door he’s not good at being inconspicuous even if he’s spider-man)
  • you finally come out and he bounds over to you with wide eyes and places his hands on your shoulders 
    • *drmatically* “tell me the news”
    • *sadly* “well i…” *dramatic pause* “acED IT WITH FLYING COLORS PETER I PASSED !!!!!”
    • he practically squeals with happiness and he hugs you so tightly you’re lifted off your feet as he babbles on “oh my gosh i knew you could do it i’m so proud i love you so much you’re so smart i can’t believe i’m with a genius wow”
  • you step back with your mouth sort of agape in shock and peter tilts his head at you in confusion because he didn’t know that he said it just came out like words tend to do with him
    • “peter”
    • “what?????”
    • “you just you loved me”
    • “wait i did” he takes a moment to remember what he said and then he does and he just goes “aw damn it that’s not how i wanted to say it now it’s ruined god damn it”
    • and you’re just like the epitome of the heart eyes emoji because he looks so distraught that he ruined the moment 
    • “peter shut up for a second you dummy i love you so much too”
  • he’s a huge dork
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way because this is the nerd that you love and would love for as long as possible

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Sweet Pea Dating a Northsider would include...

Originally posted by the-red-and-black

Originally posted by wheninriverdale

-meeting at pops

-if you’re friends with the gang it’s because you were all hanging out and you laughed at your own dumb joke when you caught his eye

    -elbowing Betty to try to show her the beauty sitting in a booth not far away

    -jughead introducing you and Archie and Veronica are spitting about how    he’s a serpent

     -making a really dumb joke about snakes and P is just not having it

     -”What do you give a sick snake ? Asp-rin !”

-he secretly loves it

-seeing him again when you followed Archie to his stupid red circle tagging

   -”damn. why are you hanging with this flaming bozo”

   -bolting when Archie gets out the gun

-getting lost in the Southside, with the murder still on the lose

-catching up with sweet pea.

   -”what are you doing here North”

   -”I didn’t realize my friend had a gun”

-walking you back to his house

-”could you give me a ride home?”

-”no sorry. my motorcycle isn’t working my buddy is boring it. I can give you a ride in the morning if you want? You should stay here, there’s still the murderer on the loose”

-his bike is actually out back but he wants to spend more time with you because he’s intrigued

-letting you borrow one of his flannels to keep warm

-when you get to school the next day, words out and B and v are concerned.

-”he’s a serpent y/n”

-Veronica despising him at first

-motorcycle rides from his place to your place

-sometimes going to Southside high when you have no classes

-serpents protecting you like jughead

-god one day you’d show up at Southside high and you couldn’t find P so you waited by his locker

-and some ghoul would come up, trying to sell you drugs and ‘hey we should get out of here’

-sweet pea showed up not long after because he was failing English and of course his teacher has to talk to him while his girlfriend was here

-punching the ghoul right in the face just by the look of fear and disgust on your face

-the young serpent accepting you but the old serpent don’t like you as much

-you’d wear his jacket and flannel to school sometimes, and he wouldn’t realize it was missing until he got to school

-calling you while you’re in class

-”babe did you take my jacket again?…It’s fine it’s cute on you but I just need it later”

-the makeout sessions by his locker

-and motorcycle

-and pops

-Later on in your relationship Veronica ships you so hard

-Jughead seeing you at the white wyrm one night and being very suprised

-got he would be such cinnamon roll around you

-watching romantic movies as he kissing you neck

-”god I wish you could be that romantic”

-”a picnic in a field?”

-two weeks later having a picnic in a field

-being nervous if you don’t pick up the phone because all of the events happing

-if you ever got attacked he would get livid

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Breaking the Rules - part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

SummaryModern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:1,957

Warnings: Hate to Love, Fake Dating, Snarky Remarks, Language

A/N: Okay, just a warning, there will be a lot of OCs in this series (mostly Bucky’s sisters and parents) Hope you like the first chapter :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by winter-barnes

You loved Natasha’s apartment. It was spacious and bright and she had a great view of the city. There was just one teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy problem… you hated her neighbour.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Natasha introduced you to Bucky a little over a year ago. Her fiancé, Clint, adored him and Bucky always stopped by their apartment. The boys would stay in the living room and watch TV while you and Natasha gossiped and drank wine in the kitchen.

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I think the mistake that young women often make is thinking that every single boy that comes into our lives is supposed to “stay”. Whereas with boys, they’ve learned all their lives that everything is surrounded by them. they’ve learned that they’re supposed to be the center of attention. I think men believe so much in themselves, and have such big egos at such a young age, that they think, for example, that they can have intercourse with girls because “she’s cute” and that just be that. they don’t realize that these girls have feelings. Meanwhile, each girl is like, “my gosh, he’s cute, he’s really nice to me, he’s considerate.. sometimes. we’re going to commit to a relationship because we love one another.” She sees so much in him that he doesn’t even see in himself. he doesn’t realize that his friendliness is creating both, a bond and an attachment, in her mind. he doesn’t realize how serious this has become. We’ve allowed men to be disrespectful. We as a collective – moms, sisters, girlfriends, all of us. we’re all responsible. It’s an ongoing cycle of how we abuse each other. we abuse ourselves, we learn ourselves, we abuse others, they abuse themselves, they abuse us, and then again - we abuse each other. This is a vicious subconscious cycle. It continues to go on and on and on and on until you finally find those people or that person who understands that this is just who we are and accepts that. they accept their flaws. they accept yours. they accept all of you and all of themselves and eventually, you simultaneously end this cycle of abuse. and hopefully, you can help others too.
—  Reyna Biddy
Dating Enoch O’Connor would include #3

Requested by anon

First part can be found here

All parts can be found on the navigation section of my about me :^)


- I don’t know if i mentioned this before but he’d be s o s o s o s o nervous about you two because he really likes you and he doesn’t wanna fuck up

- Him literally saying he loves you 5,000 times a day ?? like literally.

- “Hey Jacob wanted to-” “Absolutely not sorry.”

- Him picking out which dress you should wear on the off occasion you actually wear one

- I feel like the way he’d hold your hand is really odd ? Like not the normal kinda side hand but the full on lacing your fingers together? Kinda like this ??:

- Also the way you’d cuddle would actually be the cutest thing ever. Like you’d face each other, you two would probably giggle and talk about random things. Like even though he’s usually really cruel to everyone, he’s really sweet when it comes to you, especially when you two cuddle:

- He’d randomly sneak up behind you and hug you at different times during the day:

- You two would read together a lot. Like it seems really stupid but it’s not a huge activity but it still somehow makes you feel closer together.

- You once suggested how you thought he’d look cute in a bow tie so he got Olive and Claire and or Miss Peregrine (those cute lil baby fashion designers, bless them) to make one for him to wear to impress you.

- “If you look at my girlfriend I’ll kill you.”

“If you think about my girlfriend in a provocative way I’ll kill you.”

“If you d a r e lay a finger on my girlfriend I’ll kill you, bring you to life again and kill you again.”

- I feel like his nickname for you would be either princess or sweetheart (baby girl ??)

- He’d hate arguing so much like that shit tears him apart man

no one will understand how happy it made me that he had the photo of River and how much he really loves her and reminded me that she is his wife and its just so cute

or how sad it made me to remember that she’s dead and he will never see her again and him loving her hurts so damn much that i don’t know how he can bear it

or how my heart dropped when i finally realised how unimportant rose had become, she was just a girlfriend, not even that, not officially and the doctor hasnt seen her for hundreds of years and has been married for alot of them and now she hasnt even made his desk…

Fake Dating Fic Rec

the last fic list went over well so I decided to turn it into a week event~

room to grow (kyouhaba) - G, 50k

Kyoutani and Yahaba have enough on their minds in third year, as ace and captain of the volleyball team, butting heads both on and off the court while trying to improve their game so the team has a shot of winning this year. When they find a puppy abandoned in a park, their lives only get even more complicated. 

Not Until Monday (kurodai) - T, 4.7k

“Sawamura, do you trust me?” Kuroo asks.

“This feels like a trap.”

In which Kuroo just needs Sawamura to be his fake boyfriend for like, 5 minutes.

if kisses were fishes, then i’d be an ocean (bokuaka) - G, 4.6k

Akaashi needs a fake date partner, so he grabs the first person he sees.

the art of pretending (tananoya) - E, 37k

the nishinoya family is having a reunion, and noya lies to his mom about being in a relationship to get her off his back. when ryuu gets a call from noya asking him to go to the reunion with him as his fake boyfriend, he’s torn―he’s just starting to get over how in love he is with his best friend, and he’s not sure that pretending to be his boyfriend is going to help with that. he agrees nonetheless, because he’s nothing if not a good friend, which leads to a week of denial, confusion and awkwardness. it doesn’t help that noya is sending really mixed signals.

but even when everything else seems unsure, one thing remains constant―they’re best friends, and that’s not going to change.

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anonymous asked:

HC of when tommyboy is grumpy but at the same time being cute??? i'm shaking

Originally posted by tomandharrisongifs

Lmao found this gif for it


-you guys would probably get in a fight over something stupid

-like Tom left the oven on for too long or something

-“Tom you almost burned the freaking house down!”

-Tommy’s sensitive so he was upset you yelled at him

-He would sit on the opposite side of the couch while you two watched a movie


-”Babe I’m sorry”

-”I love you”


-You would crawl over to his side of the couch and plop yourself down next to him

-You would start poking his shoulder

-He would giggle quietly but smack your hand away when he remembered he was mad at you


-But he didn’t answer

-So you did what any girlfriend would do in this situation

-You threw yourself on top of your boyfriend and started kissing every inch of him you could reach

-Then he would start giggling like crazy

-”No I’m supposed to be mad at you!”

-”Tommy I’m sorry”

-You would him the puppy eyes and stuck out your bottom lip

-He would kiss it softly

-He could never resist your cuteness

-”Its ok, darling”

-Then he would gather you in his arms and cuddle you until you two fell asleep