he fell of his chair

anonymous asked:

could you write headcannons for what internet persona eren, jean, and armin might have? (if you dont know, examples being a youtuber, a tumblr user, insta model, stuff like that hehe) thanks!

ok so i was gonna do another request bUT I SAW THIS AND I RLLY WANTED TO DO IT BC I COULD GO ON FOR DAYS ABOUT MY BABES BEING ON THE INTERNETS HHHHHHHHHHHH


Eren Jaeger:

  • this boy would 100% be a youtuber no questions about it, and a pretty known one at that. probably with about 7 million subscribers on his main and 3 million on his second channel
  • his first channel consists of gaming and tags while his second channel is mostly vlogs or bloopers from his q & a’s, which is also on his main channel
  • ironically enough his most popular video on his main channel (that has 11 million views) is when he played the first outlast and fell out of his chair resulting in ten seconds of groaning/cursing footage from the boy before he actually stood up
  • mikasa is sometimes seen in the background of his gaming videos as well as armin, but if you really wanted to see them talk with eren and such they’re mostly in eren’s vlogs

Jean Kristchen:

  • mr kristchen is totally an instagram model (have you seen his jawline???? man could cut cheese w/ it) and he has around about 3 million followers on his account.
  • he does, however, interact with his audience through his twitter, snapchat and instagram lives just to talk about his personal life and upcoming photoshoots
  • there was one time he told his audience he thought about changing his hair to something new and every single follower of his had a riot about it making him never change it
  • he’s actually had some cameo’s in other photoshoots if you look through his hundreds of tagged photos, his favorite one is where he modelled with mikasa

Armin Arlert:

  • a tumblr user 100% and he’s very lowkey about it only eren and mikasa know that he’s an avid tumblr user and can stay up till 3am just going on it to talk about anything
  • his large group of followers come from gifs he makes and the posts just talking about things that people love. though it still grows because of him being in some of eren’s videos
  • there’s a lot of asks about how he knows eren or how the two met or if they’re in a relationship and armin sometimes forgets to answer them (not on purpose tho, he just forgets)
  • you can bet that as soon as armin answered one of the questions with “we’ve known each other since childhood” there was a lot of fan art of him and eren
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+bonus,he is just too…overwhelmed

anonymous asked:

so gang!phil interrogating rival!dan but phils usual techniques (slapping, hitting, etc.) are just turning dan on, so instead phil just edges him til he gives in ๐Ÿ’™

Phil cracked his knuckles, sighing as he pushed open the door to the interrogation room. He was instantly hit with a rank stench, and he flinched, crinkling his eyes in disgust.

Dan Howell sat in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, a gag over his mouth. He didn’t seem to notice Phil entering.

He had a black eye, and a cut on one cheek, so it was clear the boys had had some fun with him when they had caught him. He was still pretty cute though. And despite all this, Dan’s eyes were dry.

“Dan,” he said loudly, and the boy looked up, glaring at him fiercely.

Phil stepped forward, yanking the gag down, and Dan immediately took this opportunity to spit at him.

Phil calmly wiped it away, and Dan laughed. Phil shook his head, fiddling with the straps of the gloves they used to make punches hurt the offender less and the victim more. It was an old intimidation technique, but Dan didn’t flinch.

“You’re a goddamn idiot, Howell.” His voice was low, and he leaned down so he was at Dan’s level, their faces inches away.

“Maybe,” Dan said slowly, staring him down. “Or maybe you just don’t know why I did what I did.”

Phil stepped back, putting his foot on Dan’s chair, his clunky black boot resting between Dan’s legs.

“Unfortunately for you, that’s why I’m here.”

Dan’s subtle smirk grew, and Phil couldn’t help but growl under his breath. He was infuriating.

“Why would that be unfortunate?” Dan’s voice was light; teasing. “You know I adore our little chats.”

Phil was reminded why Dan was used for things like this - he was the best spy imaginable, and when he got caught, he wasn’t easy to crack.

Phil didn’t hesitate to swing at him, slapping him in the face, hard. Dan’s head was thrown to the side, but he came back smiling. He yawned, a strand of messy brown hair falling between his eyes.

“Thanks,” he said, his eyes flashing. “I needed that. I was falling asleep.”

Phil grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward roughly and practically strangling him.

“Look Howell,” he hissed, and Dan’s eyes widened slightly. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And either way, you’re gonna fucking tell me why you were spying on my base, and what you know.”

Dan searched his icy blue eyes, determined not to let his confidence waver.

“I think it’s gonna have to be the hard way,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Because I’m not telling you shit.”

Phil huffed through his nose, and grabbed a handful of Dan’s hair. He tugged back roughly, and Dan let out a soft whimper, of surprise or pain, Phil couldn’t tell.

Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his exposed throat somehow made Phil want to bite him. Instead he fastened a hand around it, making Dan cry out.

“I could snap your fucking neck,” Phil growled at him. “I could slit your throat. Tell me everything, and it’s all over.”

Dan gagged softly, squirming in his tight grip. “No. Hit me again, fucker.”

Phil obliged, letting go of him just to backhand him. And it looked like it hurt like hell; the impact split Dan’s lip. But Dan fucking moaned.

His eyes glinted with red hot fire, a wild grin melting to his features. “Again,” he breathed, and Phil stared at him.

Dan was a mess; he was visibly shaking, he had a black eye and a lip that was bleeding down his chin. But he was asking for more…? What did it take to break this kid?

Phil glared at the boy, punching him twice in the stomach, and shoving him backwards. The chair toppled backwards, and Dan landed on his arms, his head hitting the ground as well.

He cried out in pain, but there was something else in his tone, a sort of whine, and oh my god, this was turning him on, wasn’t it?

Phil swallowed, moving to stand over Dan, hovering above him. Dan grinned at him cockily, until Phil grabbed his face with a firm grip, and he squeaked.

“You think this is hot, don’t you?” He asked quietly, getting as close to Dan as possible without being tempted to kiss his broken lips. Dan laughed.

“And you don’t?” He smirked. “Having me like this, completely helpless? Ruining my pretty face, fuck, like the worthless piece of shit I am.”

It all clicked in Phil’s mind- why no one could seem to make Dan break. It was impossible to get information from him, simply because he liked the abuse. It made Phil even more pissed.

Phil stood back up, grabbing Dan by the hair and pulling him and the chair back up. Dan whimpered; fire shooting through his head.

“We’re gonna try something a little different,” Phil said calmly, his voice coming out sickly-sweet. Dan shivered.

“Do whatever you want,” he spit, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I’m not saying anything.”

“Oh really? That’s too bad.” Without warning he leaned forward, his hands placed on either side of Dan’s hips, his breath brushing over the side of Dan’s neck. He ran his hand over Dan’s waistband, and then down to his (obvious at this point) bulge. “Guess you won’t be coming anytime soon, then.”

“Wha-” Dans breath caught and the words got stuck in his throat as Phil ran his fingertips over his hard on, certainly not making it better. “What d-do you mean?” He choked out.

Phil ignored him, pushing his hand into Dan’s pants, under his boxers, and ran his thumb over Dan’s tip.

Dan whined rather loudly, squirming on the chair, but the ropes made it so it was nearly impossible for him to move.

“Phil,” he breathed, trying to shift his hips away. “What are you d-doing…?”

Phil grinned maliciously. Finally, he had found something that would actually affect Dan. And he was going to have some fun with it.

“Mmh, just giving my whore what he wants,” he breathed in Dan’s ear, and Dan couldn’t help but moan.

Phil moved his hand, wrapping his fingers around Dan’s length. He watched Dan bite down on his bottom lip as Phil moved his hand, slowly teasing him, his thumb brushing over Dan’s slit occasionally.

Soon enough Dan was a whimpering mess, and he seemed to have given up any integrity he may have had left. His head fell back on the chair, his eyes closed, and he was attempting to rut against Phil’s hand while letting out an endless stream of high pitched moans. Phil had to be honest, it was sexy as hell.

Phil could tell Dan was getting close by the increase in pitch of his noises, and the way his hips stuttered. His cock was leaking precum, which made it easier for Phil to slide his hand up and down Dan’s shaft.

“Now,” he said softly, sweetly, even, slowing down his movements to a near halt. “Are you gonna tell me what you were doing outside the base, slut?”

Dan whined, his eyes opening, and he licked his lips.

“Please-”

“Answer the question.”

Phil stopped his movements all together, holding his hand at the base of Dan’s dick so he couldn’t cum even if he was able to.

Dan searched his face, chewing on the inside of his cheek before muttering, “no.”

At that Phil just smiled meanly, biting down on Dan’s throat and sucking hard, leaving a dark bruise in its place.

“That’s okay.” He laughed, and Dan looked almost scared. “We’ve got time.”

That began the next unbearable moments for Dan, with Phil scratching bright red marks down his thighs and occasionally leaving hickeys all over his neck and jaw.

And here’s the thing; Dan did not want to beg. He hated begging. Begging was admitting your defeat, and that was something Dan simply couldn’t do. But right then, Dan was probably closer to breaking down than he had been in his entire life.

He wanted to cum, he had been so close, and when Phil had stopped-

It was worse than any physical pain he could inflict.

When Phil started moving his hand again, Dan almost cried. He started slow again, gradually speeding up, stopping occasionally to flick his wrist around Dan’s head.

“Mmph, fuck,” Dan whined, his head falling back, beginning to lose his mind again. “Ph-Phil, please make me cum, please.”

“You wanna cum?” Phil growled softly, speeding up even more, and Dan practically screamed.

“Yes-! F-Fuck, n-need to…!”

Phil smirked, watching Dan’s face and admiring how he fell apart just from some pain and a hand around his cock. He was gorgeous, his face all roughed up and his hair falling in his eyes, sticking from sweat. Phil wanted to fuck his brains out, but then wasn’t really the time.

“Too bad,” he said finally, stopping again right when Dan was the closest possible.

Dan let out an incredulous noise, groaning, his hips bucking into nothing, desperate for friction.

“Fuck you,” he said breathlessly, his voice breaking. “Fuck you, Phil Lester. Let me cum.”

“Tell me what I need to know, sweetheart.” He dipped two fingers under Dan’s chin, bringing his face up. “Or, trust me, I could do this all day.”

Dan shook his head.

Twenty minutes later, and Dan was visibly shaking again. Tears streamed down his face, and he didn’t even remember when they had started. His hips constantly twitched, and he had to gasp for breath.

“Please.” His voice was soft and broken and desperate and sleepy; goddamn beautiful. “Please, Phil, I need it, I-”

“Aw.” Phil stuck out his lower lip, mocking him. “Poor baby. Poor desperate little whore, do you need to cum, my love?”

Dan shuddered, nodding frantically, not even above falling for Phil’s teasing.

Phil slapped him, the noice echoing through the room, and Dan moaned.

“Then tell me what I fucking need to know, Dan. It’s that simple,” he hissed through his teeth.

Dan whimpered, sleepily shaking his head. But then Phil’s mouth was on his dick, his jeans shoved down, and god, he had been close for an hour now. He just needed it so bad.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he squeezed them shut.

Phil had been edging him for so goddamn long, he was going crazy. He was so weak, and every second that Phil touched him, he got closer. The very edge, and Phil’s hot, wet mouth was closed around him, humming, and fuck he was going to cum. It was right there, and then…

Phil pulled off with a pop, glaring at him. Dan could scream. And then he lost it.

“Phil, f-fuck, your mouth is so good, please-” he choked on the words, the emotion and need getting caught in his throat, and there were tears on his cheeks again. “Please, need to cum, please let me, p-please-” he hiccuped, shaking his head desperately. “Please, no more. N-No more, I’ll tell you!”

Phil smiled, drawing his thumb down Dan’s cheek.

“Mmh, good boy,” he hummed, and Dan soaked up the praise, nuzzling against Phil’s hand like a kitten. He didn’t care anymore. “That’s all I wanted. Tell me everything, and then you can cum.”

Dan nodded frantically, sniffing, the words spilling from his mouth like a waterfall. How he had been sent to scope out the new recruits, how his gang had been planning to kidnap one of the new kids, hold him hostage. Even how they had anticipated that Dan would get caught, and how he would try and get information on the inside as well.

At the end Dan broke down, a sob catching in his throat, still so fucking hard, his dick still leaking and straining to reach his stomach.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Phil said sweetly, fastening his hand around Dan’s cock for the thousandth time.

Dan sucked in a sharp breath, his head lolling backwards, whimpering softly.

Phil got him off in a matter of moments, and Dan moaned loudly and high pitched as he spilled over Phil’s hand and his stomach.

Phil untied him, seeing as he was practically passed out, and Dan slumped to the ground.

He stood over him, looking over the exhausted, broken boy laying on the ground beneath him, breathing heavily. What a gorgeous mess.

He leaned over, kneeling next to him and lifting his head up by his hair. Dan didn’t even react, except for glancing at him sleepily.

“Needless to say, you can’t go back to your gang,” Phil said calmly.

“You gonna kill me?” Dan asked, more like a statement, as if he didn’t even care what the answer was.

“No…” Phil hummed, letting Dan lay back down and running his fingers through his tangled hair. “I was thinking you’d stay here. With me.”

Dan made a noise of acknowledgment, licking his ripped up lips.

“If it means we can do that again, then I’m down.”

Yours, Castiel

Anon Request:ย Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also thereโ€™s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something withโ€ฆa feather?

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He might be like ‘Oh god! The kid fell out of his high chair! Where were you when it happened?!’ And Harry would be like 'Oh. I was ironing my Alexander McQueen silk pantaloons, wasn’t I?’ or 'I was dressing as a pirate in the kitchen when the accident happened!’ […] Traditionally, babysitter does like to wear a Breton striped top with a dungaree, soo… I mean, he does have an element of Child Catcher about him, Harry Styles. If he turned up in a pink striped jumpsuit, he might scare the child.
—  Nick on Liam rejecting Harry as a babysitter due to his weird fashion choices
Studio

Hoseok is stressed about his upcoming mixtape, so you decide to swing by his studio and help him relax.

pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: smut, fluff
wordcount: 5k
inspiration




You hadnโ€™t seen Hoseok in a week.

For the two of you, a week was a long time. You were missing him. You had quickly gotten used to your routine with Hoseok since he had returned from the tour a few months ago.ย You both worked during the day and you shared your evenings together. It was your nights with Hoseok that you missed.

You had grown accustomed to falling asleep to his soft snores and reaching over to poke him abruptly when his snores were too loud. You had quickly adapted to how you would both wake up sometimes in the middle of the night, suddenly overcome with lust, needing each other right then and there. In fact, those were some of your favourite nights with Hoseok, when at 3am, he had you moaning with your underwear around your knees, and his hands wrapped around your neck and your stomach as he made love to you.ย 

Of course there were harder nights with Hoseok- nights when he was so exhausted he practically collapsed into bed, saying nothing, just wanting to hold you close to him. Or the nights when you would fight, arguing about small things that didnโ€™t really matter, the two of you falling asleep prickly with irritation. Nevertheless, you appreciated all of your nights with Hoseok, the difficult ones, and of course, the good ones. You knew quality time with Hoseok was rare, so having your nights with him was something you valued.ย 

So when seven nights passed without Hoseok, seven lonely nights, you were all too acutely aware of just how badly you were missing him.

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AS A POC LET ME SAY THIS

Im half Surinamese and half Pakistani living in The Netherlands so let me say this.

Everyone get rid of your henna tattoo’s, kimono looking clothing, facial jewels like bindi’s n whatever you made your new festival hype, asian styled makeup, wardrobe even your mannerisms like the way you eat or talk everything that links yourself to another race since it’s ‘so’ wrong. Sharing culture should be a beautiful thing, something that shouldn’t divide us more than the human race is already divided. Jackson out of all people on this planet would not have had the intentions to hurt or belittle anyone of any race or culture. He probably sat down in the chair, fell asleep. They did his hair, he woke up took some pictures and didn’t think anything of it. And he’s right, he’s not the only one: Bobby (Ikon) Taeyang, Gdragon (bigbang) WinWin (NCT) Kai (EXO) <- that’s not an excuse, but I didn’t see half the shit y'all are putting Jackson through on their pages at the time. There’s so many more idols that I can’t think off at the top of my head right now. He apologized and explained his perception of the situation. Stop commenting hateful shit. It’s rude and hurtful to not only Jackson but his fans and the rest of Got7. Stop painting him out to be someone he isn’t. Just stop.

I know many people will come at my throat saying I don’t understand, but the perception I have of this situation is different than some of you. You also have to understand that costums and culture in Asia is like a 360 flip to what we are a custom to, they don’t understand the concept of cultural appropriation because they just don’t know of it! Also Jackson probably had nothing to say on how he looked since it’s Pepsi? If Jackson was a hateful person, bashing black culture or people then Fuck i’d understand and probably join in on educating him but he is a human being with feelings, we all know how sensitive he is. AND even if you stand for what you believe in and feel like it’s really wrong what he did: SAY IT NICELY. Y'all won’t make him ‘understand’ by writing hateful shit on twitter or instagram. Let me also justify that I don’t agree with the way he answered and handled it, but seeing the situation he must have been really flustered seeing his comment section and just started typing without really thinking about it or consulting anyone.

I’m sure I missed a lot on this topic but if you have something to say to me i’ll reply.

Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Epilogue โค๏ธ

A/N: Here it is you guys! The Epilogue! *cries historically* I just wanted to say thank you to all of you whoโ€™ve stuck with this story! Itโ€™s my first series and y'all are hella awesome for all the positivity!! ๐Ÿ˜ญโค Please excuse any misspelling! And most of all, enjoy! - Delilah โค

Warnings: Mentions of sex. Fluff.ย 

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Tea Party Tears

Request: Request for batsis where she gets into a big fight with the boys or Bruce and she disappears for a bit and they try to find her? Thank you :)

A/N: changed it up just a bit, also this is Very long. Like, six pages on google docs and almost two thousand words.

Warnings: Angsty, neglect, I think thatโ€™s all?

Relationship: Batfam x Reader


You were just wanting some quality time with your family, but they were always busy. They always slept or were at school when you were awake and were always awake in the dead hours of the night while you were asleep. Your father was never really around, he had a business to run and always left after the rare occasion of eating dinner with you. Sometimes he wouldnโ€™t be home for days, and for some strange reason, heโ€™d always return with bruises that werenโ€™t there when he had left.

โ€œDaddy, will you color with me before bed?โ€ You asked holding up you coloring book. He looked at you for a moment before nodding.

โ€œIโ€™ll be there in a moment sweetie.โ€ He told you before looking back to whatever file was on his desk.

โ€œOkay!โ€ You said excitedly running back to your room with a skip in your step. By the time you finished your second coloring page your father still hadnโ€™t come, with the intention of reminding him, you made your way to his office only to find the desk he was previously sitting at was abandoned.

Climbing into his big desk chair you spin yourself around and around. Your were planning on waiting ย on him until Alfred knocked on the door.

โ€œMiss Y/N?โ€ He called softly. โ€œI do believe itโ€™s time for bed.โ€

โ€œOkay Alfie, I was-โ€ you cut yourself off with a yawn. โ€œI was just waiting for daddy.โ€ You hop down from the chair and grab Alfredโ€™s outstretched hand. โ€œHe was going to color with me.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m afraid your father left before he could.โ€ Alfred tells you sadly, tucking you into bed. โ€œIโ€™m deeply sorry.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re still coming to my tea party tomorrow right?โ€ You ask before the old man can leave.

โ€œI wouldnโ€™t miss it for the world Miss Y/N.โ€ Alfred says with a smile before turning off the lights and shutting your door.


As you ate breakfast the doorbell rang. When Alfred answered it you heard two familiar voices. Stepping into the room were your two oldest brothers.

โ€œDickie! Jay!โ€ You cheered running as fast as your short legs would go to engulf them in a hug.

โ€œHey Y/n, how are you kid!โ€ Dick asked picking you up.

โ€œIโ€™m good!โ€ You say happily. โ€œIโ€™m a big kid now!โ€

โ€œNo way!โ€ Dick said humoring you.

โ€œYeah way! Iโ€™m having a tea party today, will you come?โ€ ย You asked hoping heโ€™d say yes. โ€œIโ€™m helping Alfred make the tea and everything!โ€

โ€œOf course weโ€™ll come sport.โ€ Jason told you ruffling up your hair. โ€œAny idea where your old man is?โ€

โ€œIn his study, come on Iโ€™ll show you.โ€ You tell your brothers running towards your fatherโ€™s office. You open the door and donโ€™t bother waiting for the two men who are still a couple steps behind. โ€œDaddy, Jay and Dick are here.โ€ He barely acknowledges you. โ€œI was wondering if you were still coming to my tea party?โ€

โ€œYes of course.โ€ He said not looking up at you. With a big grin, you giggle and run out of his office to help Alfred bake cookies. Putting the delicious treats into the oven, Alfred lifts you up to set the timer.

โ€œWhile those bake, why donโ€™t you go find Master Tim and Damian, and see if theyโ€™d like to come to your special day.โ€ He says grabbing some cleaning supplies from the closet. โ€œAnd Iโ€™ll clean up the kitchen.โ€

โ€œOkay Alfie!โ€ You cheer running through the halls of the manner. Knocking on your brothers door, you push it open to find him half asleep on his bed.

โ€œTimmy, will you come to my tea party? Itโ€™d mean a lot.โ€

โ€œHuh? Sure Y/n whatever you say.โ€ Tim says groggily, lifting his head up before letting it fall back onto his pillow. With an excited smile you shut the door to his room.

โ€œNight Timmy.โ€ You whisper loudly giggling before going off to find the youngest of your older brothers. You catch him feeding Titus, your favorite of his pets. โ€œHi Dami!โ€

โ€œHello Y/N.โ€ he sighs looking at you with his hands on his hips.

โ€œWill you come to my tea party today please?โ€ You ask sweetly with your hands placed behind your back.

โ€œTt, I probably have more important duties to do, but Iโ€™ll try.โ€ Damian tells you. You expected some type of Bitterness from him though. After all, it was Damian, his only emotion just happened to be bitterness.

โ€œGreat! Iโ€™ll see you there Damian!โ€ You say trotting back to the kitchen where Alfred was pulling out the cookies. Your party was going to be the best!


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science kid!jared

i just had a Thought and i needed to share it bc no one is talking about this nearly as much as they should be

  • jared!!! loves!!! science!!!
  • when he was little he would borrow ten books at a time about space from the library
  • he knew the name of every crater on every moon of every planet
  • he was convinced he would grow up to be an astronaut
  • but when he got to high school he realized that there was so much more to science than just space
  • when the guidance counselor handed him a list of all the science courses he could choose from he practically fell out of his chair
  • he totally has a shirt with the periodic table on it
  • you know his favorite subject is chemistry
  • not because he gets to “blow things up” or set something on fire
  • but just because he’s so fascinated with the way different elements and compounds react with each other
  • like it’s the coolest thing in the world to him
  • when the class mixed luminol and hydrogen peroxide he lost his mind
  • and he tries so fucking hard?? and he gets such good grades???
  • actually he excels in pretty much every subject in school
  • except history, too many names to remember
  • but he can literally recite the periodic table in order of their atomic number, atomic weight, and even alphabetical order
  • he didn’t buy that shirt for nothing
  • but he doesn’t just love chemistry
  • oh no
  • he LOVES physics
  • mostly because there’s so much math involved
  • he’s so good at math too it’s kinda scary
  • he swears there’s no better feeling than getting the correct answer on a particularly difficult math problem
  • his teachers LOVE HIM
  • yeah he can be a little…..outgoing at times
  • but he’s always giving 200% and asking questions and helping people out so he quickly becomes the favorite
  • in conclusion: i think everyone needs a little more science kid!jared in their lives
Fragile.

Alfie Solomons X reader

Request: thank you so much!my idea would be an Alfie and wife reader(I had Queenie Goldstein personality in mind), I know heโ€™s the big,scary bear, but heโ€™d be a whimp and totally do anything his wife asks of him and pretty much kisses the ground she walks. what do you think?

can you do one where alfie and reader fight and he thinks sheโ€™s left him but she hasnโ€™t?

Authorโ€™s note: this is HELLLAAAAA long I am sorry, but enjoy!

Alfie barely ever lets you see his โ€œworkโ€ side, as you call it. To you, he was a true gentleman who worshipped the ground you walked on, but to others, he was the cold, scary Alfie Solomons. He barely ever let his scary bear personality slip through around you.

But on this particular day, he came home in a big gurn, slamming the door behind him as he walked into your house and slumped on the chair. Normally you would stand behind his chair rubbing your hands down his chest while laying kisses on his neck. This was normally enough to make him calm down and snap out his mood. But you werenโ€™t having the best day either, you had just found out your grandfather was pretty sick, very sick in fact. You didnโ€™t know if you were ever going to see him again at this rate but you kept yourself calm and didnโ€™t let alfie know that you were upset. It was a busy few weeks business wise for him and he would drop everything for you, you knew that would jepordise a few deals he was working on if he wasnโ€™t giving it all of his attention.

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Colin O’Donoghue on Happy, Sad , Confused

Some of the highlights:

  • He said it’s nice to get out for a little bit but it’s weird to leave set since they just started to film the finale.
  • When you play a character as long as you do on a TV shot it’s always nice to play someone else. It’s complicated because he wants to do something different but he also wants to have a few weeks of rest.
  • He’s been very lucky on Once that he’s been able to play so many different types of Hook.
  • He was very lucky that he was able to take time off of Once to shoot Carrie Pilby because it was rescheduled. 
  • He skyped with the director of Carrie Pilby to talk about the role. He just really wanted to play a different character than Hook and there is nothing redeeming about his character in the movie.
  • Bel wasn’t originally playing Carrie Pilby when Colin signed on.
  • “I didn’t think about the female … thing at the time. I still can’t believe that we have to ask that question. The work should speak for itself…. Unfortunately that is something we have to talk about, the fact that is it directed by a woman and written by a woman.”
  • “Who doesn’t want to be punched in the face by Gabriel Byrne?”
  • It was a dream come true to work with Gabriel Byrne.
  • At 19 Colin was in drama college and focused on wanting to be an actor. He played a lot of guitar and drew a lot .. 
  • No one prepares you for interviews or how you come across when you become an actor.
  • Colin’s first Comic Con with Once he describes as relentless … interview after interview .. and he became a caricature of himself. He was playing a version of himself.
  • Jen, Ginny, Josh, Lana are all really good at it. Colin just leans on them and lets them answer at the big events.
  • He joined youth theater at 15 or 16 and he realized that it gave him an opportunity to be someone else, someone more engaging without having to change who he is as a person.
  • Loves the idea of affecting people and losing yourself in a role and making people cry or laugh.
  • 12 Angry Men is probably one of his favorite movies of all time.
  • Colin is a massive Star Wars fan. A New Hope is the first one he remembers seeing. Han Solo was the character that clicked for him. A&E call Hook the Han Solo of OUAT. He wants to watch more Star Wars with his son. He thinks the prequels went overboard with the CGI
  • The Rite was what Colin considers his big break. His character was a very specific character and sort of an outsider.  Anthony Hopkins took him under his wing. He went through his process with Colin and told him that Laurence Olivier had done that for him. People think it’s effortless but Anthony Hopkins works really hard.
  • Colin was on the short list for Superman. 
  • He loves Captain Hook and he honestly doesn’t think that any character would have been more perfect for him to play at the time.
  • He had done a pilot with Angela Basset that wasn’t picked up and then was out of work for 6-8 months when he got the script for OUAT.
  • He read the script and wondered how he could put his spin on the character. He wanted him to be an incredibly engaging character. Somebody who guys wanted to go hang out with and girls wanted to be with. Luckily his idea was on the same wavelength as A&E.
  • The OUAT fandom wasn’t something he was prepared for. They are blessed to have the fans that they have and it’s great to be a part of a show that has that. It’s a great validation of the work.
  • He had never heard of shipping and now it’s part of his daily … leprechaun? No, lexicon LOL
  • He was delighted to do the musical episode. The way they integrated it into the mythology of the show. It’s not a one off episode. The music if phenomenal. It was really good fun. Unfortunately he broke his foot when he fell over a chair during a Gene Kelly move running up a chair. He didn’t go to the doctor for 5 more days.
  • It’s a very pirate-y song that he will sing … and he sings on two of the songs.
  • Colin might know some things about a reboot concept … but they are focusing on finishing up the season.
  • Once Upon a Time is a special show and is purely about hope .. unapologetically so and that is an important thing to have.
  • Is the reaction multiplied when he and Jen are together? He’s married to the love of his life so when those lines blur for the fans it gets complicated and he has to step back. He can understand why it gets amplified like that though.
  • He wants a Batman special edition that he saw at his first Comic Con.

All hail showers, the worlds greatest source of inspiration. 

  • It’s April 1st, and Nicky decides to go on a pranking spree 
  • This naturally starts a prank war
  • What happens during this prank war is actually not important to our story, so I’ll leave that to you guys.
  • What is important is that Neil keeps getting pranked because he doesn’t know what April Fools is. 
  • At the end of the day Nicky explains and he just goes “oh”. Ya know, that kind of “oh” that really means “oooh I should do that" 
  • Well the foxes forget all about it. 
  • But Neil doesn’t. 
  • See this whole post is born from the fact that we, as a fandom, seldom talk about Neil spending nearly a decade switching personalities like most people switch clothes.
  • Not Neil tho he’s better with personality than clothes I mean Jesus fuck kid, jorts? 
  • What I’m getting at here is: Neil is fucking amazing at impressions.
  • Which the Foxes find out the next April when Neil shows up to practice in the morning with black hair, green color contacts, and a tattoo of a chess queen on his cheek.
  • Kevin is horrified.
  • The upperclassmen are delighted.
  • Nicky starts laughing literally every time Mini Kevin opens his mouth.
  • Aaron acts like he doesn’t care but he secretly records the whole thing with his phone and it’s gold.
  • He doesn’t show it, but this is the first thing Andrew’s found genuinely funny since he got off his meds.
  • Neil doesn’t break character once, no matter how many times Kevin tries to trip him. His imitiation of Kevin’s voice is perfect. He berates Andrew for his eating, criticizes everyone and everything during practice, real Kevin included, and mutters curses in French whenever something doesn’t go his way.
  • The foxes would’ve gotten tired of it quick if not for real Kevin acting NOTHING like himself for all of this. It’s like Mini Kevin stole his personality.
  • Right after afternoon practice Kevin gets a phone call from Jeremy.
  • Aaron uploaded the video to youtube and it got over a million views in under an hour and a half. The trojans are watching it on repeat. Jean laughed so hard he fell back from his chair and hit his head on the floor, rendering him briefly unconscious.
  • Kevin doesn’t tell anyone about this.
  • (Not that he needed to. Jean already called Renee and told her the story between fits of laughter.)
  • It makes the evening sports review channel news.
  • But by next morning it’s back to regular Neil.
  • And that’s the story of how Neil was invited to guest on Saturday Night Live
When You Send Them A Nude When He's Around Other People

~Kim Namjoon~

Namjoon would be sitting on his phone while with the guys. His phone buzzed but he really didn’t pay attention until your name popped up on the screen. It was late so he figured you had sent him a sweet goodnight text. When he opened it however, he was met with a full display of your breasts.

“Hyung? Are you alright?” Jungkook would ask with a cute cock of his head.

Originally posted by prk-jihoe

~Kim Seokjin~

Jin had been lounging on the sofa with Taehyung when his phone went off. They were in the middle of a meeting and Jin knew he should wait to open your text. Yet curiously got the best of him. Jin stuck his phone under the table and opened your Snapchat. He nearly dropped his phone when he saw the picture of you fully nude in the full length mirror.

“Seokjin, are you alright?” His manager would ask him from across the table.

“I-I’m fine!” Though his voice crack said otherwise.

Originally posted by jungkookiescookies

~Min Yoongi~

Yoongi and Namjoon were working together on a new Rap chorus. They were mere inches apart, sharing the same computer screen. Yoongi had received his first text of he night and was relieved to see it was you.

“You’re woman? Better answer it.” Namjoon teased. Yoongi rolled his eyes up at his leader and opened the snap. His eyes grew to the size of saucers and he fell back into his chair. The text to was of you laying against the pillows with an arm wrapped around your breast with the words “cum home soon” across the black bar.

“Nude huh? It sucks I know.” Namjoon chuckled. Yoongi fell out of his seat.

Originally posted by fullfangirling27

~Jung Hoseok~

Hoseok would be watching Netflix with Taehyung and Jimin when you decided to text him. The buzz luckily didn’t draw attention from the other boys. Hoseok pulled out his phone and lazily clicked the message button.

The picture that popped up shook him to his core. You were kneeling on the ground with s hand shoved between your legs, completely bare.

“Where are you going Hoseok? The movie just-” Hoseok slammed the door, promising to watch it later.

Originally posted by jungshookiee

~Park Jimin~

Jimin was out with Yoongi at a small diner before a gig later that night. Yoongi was chomping away at his fries when you decided to text Jimin. Yoongi didn’t think anything of it and continued to eat. Jimin hummed to himself and opened the message.

A picture popped up of you sprawled on the couch with a hand cupping the warmth between your legs, in only a thong.

“Jimin! Your burger is falling apart.”

Originally posted by mochiipjm

~Kim Taehyung~

Tae was gaming with Jungkook as they usually did on the weekends. This displeased you so. It was payback time. You had decided to text him just as he was winning, yet when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he died.

Taehyung fished his phone out and checked the message while Jungkook celebrated. He was ready to give you an angry message but he dropped his controller at the image of you holding an Xbox controller over your womanhood with the words “come play me” over your chest.

“Taehyung, we have three more levels-”

“I have more important games to play!”

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

~Jeon Jungkook~

Jungkook was just about to go on stage when you texted him. He would have stopped the entire show just to answer you back. While his designer was putting the finishing touches on his outfit, he opened your message.

His throat went dry at the picture of you covered in only his sweatshirt, pulled up to expose your entire lower half. His sick strained in his pants and a blush exploded over his cheeks.

“It seems the fabric around your hips is straining-”

“It’s fine!”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

~Bruh this is what I come up with, although I’m really proud~😂

Catch Me

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary:ย A platonic relationship with Bucky may become something more.

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: fluff โ€˜n angst, blood, violence, death (the usual)

Tags:ย @minervaem @imaginingbucky @buchananbarnestrash @illuminationunknown @aweways @aboxinthestars @marvel-fanfiction @alwayshave-faith @kapolisradomthoughts @johnmurphys-sassย @captnbarnesrogers @buckyywiththegoodhair @mellifluous-melodramas @hellomissmabel @alphaabucky @justanotherbuckydevotee @heartmade-writingbuckyย @hollycornish

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

โ€œCatch me, Bucky!โ€ you called, dropping from the rafters of the training room. โ€œBucky, Bucky, catch me!โ€ You felt the air rush by your ears as you approached the ground, the edges of your vision blurringโ€ฆ and then your body collided with a strong pair of arms, breaking your fall. You glanced up into a pair of steely blue eyes that were attempting to hide amusement.

โ€œ(Y/n).โ€ Bucky sighed as he gently placed you back on the ground. โ€œYou have got to stop doing that. I might not always be around to catch you.โ€ You cocked your head to the side.

โ€œYou will always be around to catch me, I have no doubt in my mind.โ€ You strode away from your best friend as he stared after you, a hint of a smile on his lips.

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{Special} College!AU Jooheon
  • major: accounting
  • minor: music technology/digital music production 
  • sports: said he’d try out for fencing because of his friend jackson but completely forgot about it,,,,,,,,,even though jackson texted him like 405282 times 
  • clubs: joined a movie club which is essentially like a book club but you all gather, pick a movie, and watch it. jooheon has picked pulp fiction like five times because he still doesn’t get the majority of what was happening in that movie,,,,,,,,,, 
  • if you’ve ever seen those memes about super stressed college students just laying down asleep in the library surrounded by unfinished homework, candy wrappers, and highlighters,,,,,,,,,,that is jooheon
  • if you look closely enough you’ll all see the light in his eyes is gone, his soul has left his body. left the library. left the campus. left this atmosphere.
  • and it is all because of his major,,,,,,,,,,,,which he hates,,,,,,,,,because accounting is just mathematics and droned out professors who sound like they’re saying the same thing over and over and over again
  • and jooheon has thought of bludgeoning himself with his auditing textbook on multiple occasions because,,,,,,,,everything is pain. College is Terrible
  • and all of his friends are like,,,,,bro you’re dragging yourself into a black hole just switch. changkyun is always like “look at me, i love my major because it’s interesting - you look like you haven’t slept in four days and i think your business tax homework is stuck onto your back with some gum.”
  • jooheon with bags under his eyes: i haven’t slept in four days. i haven’t eaten a decent meal in a week. and no changkyun, it isn’t “stuck” to me. my backpack is too full so im being innovative 
  • like it’s not even that he doesn’t study,,,,it’s just it’s so bland and boring of a subject that he can’t even motivate himself to apply what he’s learned
  • shownu literally had to come to his class once and pick up a passed out jooheon ,,,,,,,, it’s a Mess
  • the thing jooheon is really interested in is music,,,,,and he’s friends with a lot of the music majors so he gets to use their equipment and stuff if he asks
  • and like,,,,,,he wants to produce songs. and he has,,,,,,,,it’s just that no one knows it’s him
  • he has a soundcloud and every now and then he’ll drop a link to it on the student resource page and like,,,,,,,,,,it’s really popular
  • he publishes them under the fake name h*ney and any of his singles will go viral through school and be played at every dorm party on campus
  • even got off campus when someone tweeted that they were playing a h*ney song at this club that they were at and when jooheon saw he almost fell off his chair because??????? woah people really like what he does
  • but he knows a future with music is practically impossible, plus his own parents don’t know he took the production major as a minor because they’d be totally against it
  • and it sucks to feel like you’re being pulled in two directions; one toward what you really love, and one toward whats best for your future
  • like,,,,,not even his close friends know he’s actually h*ney and minhyuk’s literally always talking about how much he loves the songs and so is changkyun and even picky kihyun,,,,,,,
  • it’s like he’s living a double life LOL and jooheon wishes he could just be himself,,,,but it’s hard when he’s in class and the other accounting majors are all competing with each other for internships at huge companies and trash talking arts majors
  • i mean he already doesn’t really fit in perfectly,,,,,,,jooheon is much more social than a lot of people in his classes and he goes out on the weekends with wonho and minhyuk and sometimes he’ll crack jokes in class and the serious, no-fun students are just like “did you do the homework? what did you get on the midterm? are you working anywhere right now, i just got a job as a lackey at a bank-”
  • and so even with his grades slipping, jooheon knows that he’s never going to be an accountant, work in a bank, like the thought is so????? not him?????????
  • but all he does to deal with it is like,,,,,,work on his music even though he gets nothing in return because of his anonymity
  • and you,,,,,,,unlike jooheon who has a major he hates,,,,,,are undecided
  • and you’ve spent most of college taking random classes and not finding anything that interests you in the least and like it SUCKS
  • because everyone has a plan and you’re kinda like,,,,,,,,shrugging your shoulders because your friend looks at your schedule and is like ?? physics lab??????? international dance???? gender in the eighteenth century???? microeconomics????
  • and you’re just on your phone scrolling through texts or whatever shrugging your shoulders like yeah,,,idk,,,i can’t make up my mind
  • and you actually have microeconomics with jooheon and you sit next to each other in the lecture hall
  • which,,,,,is hilarious because out of all the people there you two have literally zero clue about what is going on because???? microeconomics,,,,,,,,,,,,,,doesn’t make sense to you guys
  • and instead of paying attention and studying you always fall asleep with your headphones on and jooheon has had to get into the habit of nudging you awake if the teacher comes by or there’s homework being passed out
  • and one day,,,, you have your earphones on as usual and you’re blasting the new song by h*ney,,,,and jooheon can hear it you’re listening to it so loud
  • and,,,,he just can’t help but smile to himself because,,,,,,,you don’t even know it but you’re sitting right next to the composer of that song
  • but also right before class ends everyone gathers around to talk about the final and you take your headphones out and you’re like,,,,,,,oh shit,,,,,the final
  • and jooheon is like,,,,,,,,we gotta get notes from someone fast or else we’ll both flunk and you agree but when you ask around most of the students either don’t have organized notes to give out or,,,,,you know,,,,just don’t want to
  • even though you and jooheon pull together a grand total of $22.47 as an offering ,,,, but you realize really fast you and jooheon are royal,,,,totally,,,,,Screwed
  • the both of you sitting on a bench on campus with your head in your hands until you sit up and you’re like “well,,,,,if we fail we fail,,,,not much we can do now. except-”
  • and jooheon turns to see you smirking and he’s like ???? and you’re like “wanna go party our misery away?” and he perks up because oh,,,, now that might make him feel better and you’re like “there’s this place i really like in the city, i go with friends but today ill go with my,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,partner in failure of microeconomics!!”
  • and that’s how you and jooheon end up on the cramped dancefloor of a popular club amongst college students and you can tell that over half of them are doing exactly what you and jooheon are doing: trying to forget the horrors of finals
  • and you and jooheon are having a great conversation on just how much college really stinks
  • jooheon spilling his hatred out for his major while you laugh and tell him at least he has a major,,,,,you’re just floating through completely unaware of what to pick
  • and you’re both shaking your heads with sighs until suddenly the song changes to h*ney’s new song and you light up and you’re like jOOHEON,,,,THIS SONG IS MY FAVORITE and it jusT CAME OUT h*ney really outdid himself this time,,,,,
  • and jooheon watches as you dance a little to the song and he has to take a sip of his drink in order not to break out into a grin
  • because again,,,,,you don’t know he’s h*ney
  • but you look cute,,, enjoying his music,,,,,,and jooheon realizes there’s a reason he loves music and not accounting,,,,,he loves it because it makes other people happy
  • like in this moment there’s a hundred or more other people here,,,young good looking people,,,,,but you somehow hold jooheon’s attention because of how genuinely you’re enjoying his music,,,something he created,,,,
  • and nothing has ever overcome jooheon like right now because suddenly he wants to tell you ,,,,, only you,,,,,,his secret
  • and he reaches out to take your hand and you’re like ????? and he’s like “im going to tell you something but you need to keep it a secret.” and you’re like ??????? sure????
  • and he’s like follow me, ill tell you but i think i need to show you so you’ll believe it
  • and you’re walking behind jooheon and instead of going toward the subway back to campus he’s telling you to come with him on the bus 
  • and before you know it you’re in front of an apartment building and jooheon is like “,,,,,you know how im an accounting major right? well im also,,,,,into making music. you might know some of my music,,,.”
  • you tilt your head in wonder because???? how could you know his music you’ve never heard of an artist named jooheon before
  • but when you step inside to the small apartment, turned into a mini recording studio jooheon starts up his computer and he’s like “here - tell me if this sounds familiar”
  • and the minute you hear it the minute you realize,,,,,jooheon,,,,,,is h*ney
  • and you’re like HOLY HELL NO WAY and jooheon is slightly embarrassed by your shocked expression but he’s like iT’s true,,,,h*ney is my side project and stage name
  • and you’re like oh mY GOD im in a room with a LEGEND DUDE YOURE A LEGEND ON CAMPUS 
  • and jooheon shrugs, but the compliments make him feel really proud
  • and you’re like “oh my god oh my g OD,,,,,,,,,do you have anything you’re working on???? id love to hear it???????” and jooheon nods excitedly and sits down to start opening up some samples
  • and you literally spend the next two hours going through all of the stuff jooheon is working on and him just telling you about how h*ney came to be, how he learned to sing and rap and produce
  • and you’re in awe,,,,you’re like jooheon you’re amazing,,,,,,god why are you even an accounting major???? music is your talent????
  • and you get up and tell jooheon to play that one song you really liked and you just,,,,dance because it’s so good it’s impossible to hold still
  • and you outstretch your arm for jooheon and he’s turning red like,,,ah i couldn’t,,,,dance to my oWN song,,,,,
  • but you pull him up anyway and even in the tight space,,,, with snack wrappers and magazines all over the floor,,,, you and jooheon dance to the song
  • and jooheon,,,,,,for a moment he swears when he looks at you it’s like he’s seeing you in slow motion
  • your hair hitting your face as you twist back and forth
  • the way your mouth is open just ajar, eyes sparkling with something he’s never seen before
  • and jooheon doesn’t believe in love at first sight or whatever,,,,because he’s seen you enough in class,,,,,,but there’s something about you,,,,,something that draws him in
  • so much so that he shared his bIGGEST secret with you,,,,,,
  • and when you both realize it’s like wayyyy past curfew you decide you’ll just go back to campus in the morning and jooheon pulls out the inflatable mattress he has and lets you take it and he falls asleep in his computer chair
  • but it’s cute when you wake up you’re just like WOW you’re h*ney i still can’t believe it,,,,,
  • but jooheon shrugs and is like “it’s true” and as you’re getting coffee before heading back to school you’re like “oh! by the way - i promise i won’t tell anyone,,, you want to keep it a secret right?” and jooheon nods and you’re like well,,,,,,you have my promise
  • and  jooheon thanks you and you tell him you’ll see him in microeconomics for that final you’re both gonna cry during
  • and jooheon is like waving,,,,but for some reason with you gone it feels,,,,empty,,,,,
  • and throughout the day he keeps thinking about how happy you had gotten listening to his music,,,,,,how apparently a lot of people get happy listening to his music
  • and everytime he’d look down at his accounting textbooks,,,,,,he could just feel that this wasn’t for him
  • and so,,,,,,, at the end of the day he decides he’s going to switch
  • and when microeconomics class comes around and you’re like heY ready to die jooheon tells you his decision and you’re like!!!!!!!! dude im so happy for you!!!!!! 
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,it’s thanks to you,,,,,and you’re like mE??? and he’s like you made me see that music has the benefit of making someone feel something,,,,,i can’t do that with accounting
  • and you’re like flushing a bit because oh,,, you didn’t know you had such an impact but you’re happy you could help!! and jooheon turns to look athis paper but he’s like
  • before the test starts–after,,,do you wanna,,,,,,grab something to eat??
  • and you’re like,,,, as a oh-shit-we-failed-this-final kind of hang out or,,, a date??
  • and jooheon swallows and lowers his eyes but then he’s like “,,,,,like a date” and you feel your stomach do a little flip but you’re like ok!!!! deal
  • tldr; you and jooheon go on that date and it’s,,,,,fun you guys have a similar taste in music and you want to hear jooheon tell you more about his future plans 
  • but at the end,,,,when you’re doing circles around campus jooheon stops and goes “you helped me find what i want to do,,,,i want to help you too.”
  • and you’re like idk if you can,,,,,im still undecided,,,,,and jooheon sadly nods but he’s like “for now all i can offer is this,,,” and you’re like ? and he leans down to softly kiss your cheek and you’re like oh,,,,well,,,,,,,ill gladly take it,,,,,,,,,,,,again,,,,kiss me again
  • and jooheon is like on the cheek?? and you’re like nope, on the lips please (-: 
  • but jooheon is serious on helping you he gets together a bunch of his friends from different majors to talk with you and you’re like jooheon please it’s ok,,, but he’s like i want to help,,,,,,
  • you start spending more time with jooheon at his little studio and you’re always the first one to hear a h*ney song before it goes out
  • and you’re always hyping up his music because it’s SO GOOD seriously he could make money off producing
  • and jooheon never gets used to having someone stand beside him and praise him but he loves it even more because it’s you,,,,
  • his friend kihyun keeps demanding to know why you and jooheon keep going into the city together so much and you’re both like uMM,,,,,,,,for a group project,,,,,,,,,yeah,,,,,there’s a cafe there,,,,,,,we gtg,
  • and you like being the only one who knows jooheon is h*ney but also you keep encouraging him to maybe go public one day 
  • because that means???? other musicians can contact him???
  • but for now everytime you guys hangout at the club you hear a song and you just knowingly grin at each other
  • jooheon,,,,when he hears a song he likes sends it to you 
  • he makes playlists regularly and you listen to them whenever you miss him
  • you posted a photo on instagram of h*ney’s new soundcloud single and jooheon commented: oh! you’re a h*ney fan? 
  • and you rolled your eyes because REALLY so you replied with ‘he’s my ideal type, are you jealous?’
  • to which minhyuk replied: OH SICK BURN JOOHEON REST IN PEACE
  • you and jooheon both passing out at the library instead of studying until you get kicked out for taking up space and end up cuddled in each others arms in his dorm complaining about how college is hard and you should have both stayed kids instead LOL 
  • whenever jooheon overdoes it,,,,which he does a lot he stays up literally three nights in a row to work on a song,,,,,you have to come over and distract him with kisses
  • at some points you even have to sit in his lap and just use one hand to turn off the computer monitor and the other hand to go up jooheon’s shirt 
  • and he whines about the song he was working on but the whines turn into low moans soon enough and yes now you’ve got his attention (-;
  • but his friends are all super thankful to you because fINALLY jooheon isn’t torturing himself with accounting
  • you guys literally shred all of his homework once he officially switches majors. you also wanted to do a ritual burning of his textbooks but you were like wait no let’s sell them instead
  • jooheon: good idea. you’re so smart. i love you so much,,,,,
  • also not to mention but jooheon is the sweetest boyfriend he’ll buy you flowers randomly and give them to you after class
  • or he’ll do small gestures that actually mean a lot like he knows you forget your charger so he buys one that fits your phone to carry with him,,,,,,bought you a plush bee and was like you’re my bumblebee and im you’re honey!~~~~~
  • does horribly cringe worthy aegyo to get you to pay attention to him when you’re on your phone
  • but you still think it’s cute because you end up giving in and smothering him in kisses
  • you go to movie club with him once and instead of watching the movie you cuddle and try to throw popcorn into jooheon’s mouth and everyone is like ahEM PDA
  • and you’re like yes pda? i love my boyfriend????
  • you explain to jooheon what pulp fiction is really about and he’s like oh ,,,,,,my god
  • you share earphones whenever you guys take the train together,,,,,it’s really cute,,,,,,,
  • you both did fail your microeconomics final like you predicted,,,,,,,,but it was ok because it was microeconomics that brought you two together,,,,,
  • but you two also totally ripped the final apart in anger and then made out for a good half hour to cope,,,,,,,,LOL

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find special college!monsta x (here) & special college!got7 (here)

and please look forward to more special college!aus!

The thought of William in his underwear just crossed my mind and I’m laughing so hard rn. Cause like it’s either the most boring blandest pair you’ve ever seen or spongebob undies.

And I choose spongebob undies.

Passing Detention Notes

Disclaimer: ART IS NOT MINE. NOT QUITE SURE WHERE IT’S FROM SO I’M SORRY IF I PISS SOMEONE OFF. JUST LEMME KNOW AND I’LL FIX IT BY ADDING YOUR CREDIT. SORRY BRUV.

Zack sat in a desk near the back of the class for detention. His desk usually faced the back wall, but Zack usually sat on the chair backwards and observed the class or randomly tapping along to whatever song he was listening to. He noticed that his friends generally actually got some work done during this time. He watched Kimberly pull out her Biology textbook while Billy pulled out some maps and colored pencils. Jason was furrowing his eyebrows at a math textbook, and Trini was reading a book that was assigned in English.

Zack sighed. He had gotten his work for class done already. His teammates found it surprising that he was still able to be a student at Angel Grove High since he was never in class. In all honesty, he got much of his work from his teachers through emails, so he was able to get some work done. After all, there wasn’t much to do up in the mines. He usually sat inside the abandoned train car and got some work done, just enough to make sure that he would be able to graduate. The school didn’t like it, but Zack thought that as long as he was still passing, it would be alright. 

Now that he was back in school with his friends, he actually did quite well in classes. He still spent a lot of time in his hideout, so he got a lot of work done. 

Zack was bored out of his mind. Detention wouldn’t be over for another 2 hours or so. He smiled and took out a piece of paper from his bag. The other rangers were still concentrating on their homework, but Zack was sure they would notice what was about to happen. Sure enough, when Zack tossed the folded up paper at Jason, he instinctively reached up and caught it between his fingers.

He looked back at Zack, confused. Zack just smirked and gestured at Jason to open it. 

And so it began: The Epic Detention Note String.

Zack: Hey! I’m bored, so we’re gunna play a little game of catch with this slip of paper. Write down a note with your name and pass it on! If you miss a toss, miss a catch, or end up getting caught, you lose! Just keep passing till the paper runs out of space! Doodle if you want!

Jason: I’m busy, so don’t blame me if I miss.

Billy: Sounds fun! Totally gunna sabotage.

Kimberly: Drawing time! Sorry it took me forever.

Zack: HOW DID YOU DO THAT IN LIKE 3 MINUTES! TF!

Trini: My girlfriend’s better than all of you.

Billy: My turn!

Jason: LOL accurate. How are you people drawing these things so fast?!

Billy: I don’t know. How are we passing this paper around at superhuman speeds?

Kimberly: He has a point. (NICE BILLY)

Trini: … Kudos.

Zack: I’m not sure whether to be flattered or insulted.

Kimberly: *doodles Go Go with power rangers lightning in corner*

Trini: FUCK I DROPPED IT.

Jason: And the first person drops out!

Kimberly: She looks so angry LMAO

Billy: SABOTAGE!

Zack: BILLY! WHY! I ALMOST DROPPED IT! WHAT DID YOU PUT ON IT?! ITS SO SLIPPERY! PAPER ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE SLIPPERY!

Billy: LOL. Vaseline.

Jason: Woah. That was really slippery. The paper’s still in pretty good shape though….

Kimberly: LOL. THAT WAS THE WORST TOSS I’VE EVER SEEN. HE ALMOST FELL OUT OF HIS CHAIR! Mr. Bossman is out!

Zack: Agh, too bad. At least he isn’t smearing it anymore, being left handed and all.

Billy: SABOTAGE!

Zack: BILLY! STOP! I FUCKING DROPPED IT! DAMN! Welp, Zack-Attack is out!

Kimberly: Did he seriously call himself “Zack-Attack”

Billy: … *doodles bees in the margin of the paper*

Kimberly: We should start a band! *Doodles power ranger lightning bolt with power ranger colors*

Billy: Yes!

Kimberly: I WIN BITCHES! BILLY FAILS AT SUBTLETY! THE TEACHER TOTALLY LOOKED SHOCKED.

Jason: We just passing it around now?

Billy: DANG IT!

Trini: Told you she was better than you guys.

Zack: Yo! Go Hart!

Jason: Guys, team meeting tonight by the campfire. We are discussing this band thing…. I call lead guitarist!

Trini: No fair! We are totally hashing this out tonight. 

Zack: Ok ok. I think the writing should stop. We’ll just pass it to everyone to keep everyone updated. If it gets back to me. I’ll put the paper away. We are doing this again!

Trini: I’ll win next time…

Zack smirked down at the page in front of him. His teammates wrote everywhere on the paper, marking where the next line was with arrows and dashed lines. The paper looked like a road map full of words and little drawings. His friends were all looking back and forth from each other, silently chuckling. Zack took out another sheet of paper and wrote all their names down in separate rows. He gave Kim a “point”. Oh, I am totally crushing them next time. He put away the paper they wrote on for safe-keeping. He wanted to remember these moments.

The detention bell rang, and all the students began gathering their things. The rangers burst out laughing and immediately gathered. Zack displayed the scoreboard he made and they all laughed and commented on different types of games they could play.

They exited the building, and Zack thought to himself as the sunlight beat down on them. He was glad he met them. They were good for him.

Domme - Requested

Requested by anons:ย โ€“Can I request a fic with sherlock and the reader where he lets the reader take control in the bedroom and heโ€™s kinda nervous but sheโ€™s totally up for it and he ends up really liking it??
โ€“Sherlock x Reader where the reader and Sherlock play wrestle? (It can end in smut or something idk just do whatever comes to your mind lol)
โ€“Some Sherlock smutt/fluff where the reader rides Sherlock and is really nervous but he makes her feel better?
โ€“I donโ€™t know if you mind, but can you please write a Sherlock x Dom!reader smut? I always see dominant Sherlock and I would like to see dominant reader for once.

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word count: 2.242

Warnings: Smut - femdom, dirty talk, slapping, hair pulling, light bondage, unprotected, submissive Sherlock -, bit of fluff at the beginning.

A/N: I am not proud of my browserโ€™s seach history nowโ€ฆ

Enjoy!

Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

Sherlock was on his seat, reading a newspaper and ignoring (Y/N). They had just finished a case, and so they were resting until Mycroft crossed the door with brand new information that would, invariably, lead the to another case โ€“ Sherlock deduced that it would happen three days after โ€“ and so the two detectives decided to rest.

(Y/N) expected to have Sherlockโ€™s full attention during his break; however, Sherlock remained to be himself nonetheless.

She wanted to spend quality time with her boyfriend and heโ€ฆ โ€œAntwerpโ€ฆโ€ He was solving the newspaperโ€™s crossword. She rolled her eyes and groaned slightly, catching Sherlockโ€™s attention. โ€œDonโ€™t you think itโ€™s Thibodaux?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know, Sher.โ€ She sighed. Sherlock understood exactly what she wanted from him. He sighed heavily as well, putting the newspaper away and mentally preparing himself to play the nice boyfriend.

โ€œCome here.โ€ He commanded. (Y/N)โ€™s eyes instantly lightened, knowing that she would get some attention, and so she obeyed, sitting on his lap right away. โ€œWould youโ€ฆ Want to do those strange things regular couples do?โ€

(Y/N) giggled. โ€œIโ€™m not trying to force you to be someone you are not.โ€ She reminded him and Sherlock nodded, acting like he didnโ€™t care when, in fact, he enjoyed playing the nice boyfriend.

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Kiwi - imagine

Hi Loves! Here’s quite a long imagine for ya. Its kind of my interpretation of the song, so a little bit different from the story the lyrics tell. Enjoy!

(for those who don’t know/aren’t familiar, the term “kiwi” is a term for people from New Zealand, kind of like “aussie” is for Australians)

Disclaimer: included swearing/cursing towards the end.



It was the call that hurt Harry the most. It was all the weeks, months and days you two had spent together, and it was all jumbled together in one crackly, long distance call. To be fair, the gap between you was very present. He was hard to track down, constantly travelling from place to place. And you were in New Zealand, just like you always had been.

When you first walked into the studio all those many months ago, Harry nearly fell off his chair. He was in New Zealand for a bit of time while he was on break. The small country attracted him, its peaceful serenity was calming in his hectic life. You were calming. Harry always said that it was your laugh that made him fall, literally and metaphorically. The minute you walked into the small box-like studio and saw the shocked faces from the several nearly 6 ft men, you just couldn’t help yourself. It was a cackle, and it made everyone who was near you light up. It was infectious. Harry was stunned, and his dimply grin broke forth. From that day on, he was undeniably infatuated. People thought he had been drugged. He had in a way. You were his drug, and he just couldn’t get enough of you.

His large hands were constantly running down the dip in your back or resting on your knee. His green eyes always followed you, and his mouth drank you up. You had never really thought you were pretty. Sure, being a social butterfly, people were always around. You like your hair, and your smile wasn’t shabby. But Harry was mesmerised, and everyone could see it.

New Zealand was your oyster. After weeks upon weeks cooped up in the tiny studio, working on a billion different songs, cabin fever was growing. So you and Harry loaded up your ageing Ford Focus and drove for as long as you could. His ringed fingers tapping along to the beat of the radio, and your voice singing to the mountains. It was a good life, Harry decided. The endless green hills and ocean went on and on, and cheesy as it may sound, so did your love.

They say that every relationship has a honeymoon period. At the time, you were both completely locked at this stage, But life goes on. You started to get tired of Harry coming back home at 4 in the morning, mumbling a “hey love” before collapsing on the queen sized bed in your apartment. You started to hate the paparazzi, their beady cameras scanning your body. You couldn’t even go to the supermarket anymore without being photographed. You started to despise how Harry’s days and nights were spent away. You hardly ever saw your boy anymore.

Harry knew you were upset with it all. He was always empathetic towards you, at times he really felt like he was living through you. But there was only so much his brain could hold. It seemed like he just didn’t have enough space for you anymore. The nights were either filled with shouting, or angry sex that neither of you enjoyed. The only time you could really look at Harry without wanting to argue was when he was sleeping. His eyes closed, dark lashes gently resting on his cheeks. Pink lips slightly parted, forehead smooth. It was the Harry you remember falling in love with.

You knew and Harry knew it was never gonna last. It was a Tuesday night, and the house was still echoing from your biggest fight yet. You lay curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the words that rocked your world still vibrating in your ears.

“You are so fuckin annoying! I never have any peace anymore, you just nag nag nag at me every fuckin minute of every day!”

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do Harry? I know shit all about what’s going on and I’m sick of it! You’re out all bloody day. It’s like you don’t give two shits anymore!”

He looked up at you sharply then. You had been sitting on the edge of the couch, and he had been lying on the floor by the TV. You remember his eyes flashing. They normally looked at you with so much love and emotion, but you couldn’t remember seeing any of that. There was just pure raw anger. He had got up and stormed into the kitchen. You just had to get off the couch and follow him. Looking back now, that was such a stupid fucking decision.

Harry had been pushing through the freezer before noticing you. He had straightened up, mouth set in a firm line. “You’re damn right. Maybe I don’t give two shits anymore. Maybe I want to be in England or LA right now with my friends, or loving some other girl and having the time of my life. But I’m here, aren’t I?” You lost it then. You always had a fiery temper at the best of times, but there was something about his words that made your voice come out quiet, cold and hard.

“There’s nothing stopping you ya know. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that loves you or cares about you. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that’s given up her whole fucking life to live with you. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that wants to marry you someday!”                                                                            There were tears streaming down your cheeks at this point. Fingernails cutting into your palms as you clenched your fists.                                                        “You were my fucking saviour Harry. I thought you were always gonna love me.”

Harry paced over to the front door of the apartment, grabbing his coat off the dining room table.

“Well, I guess you thought wrong then, didn’t ya love?”

With those dreaded words, the wooden door slammed. The bang clouding your ears as you had slid to the ground sobbing. After about 2 hours, you had gone the bedroom you shared with Harry. That’s where you were still, laying there, just breathing.

You expected Harry to come back. He expected himself to. And he tried. Every night he would let himself into the apartment, just to grab his things. At least that’s what he told himself. He always got stuck. Sometimes it would be because you had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV still blaring Call the Midwife. He would watch the light flicker over your face, before picking you up and placing you gently in bed. Sometimes it would be because you had fallen asleep in his walk-in wardrobe. Weird as is sounded, it was because you had been cuddling his colourful shirts, pretending they were him. At first, Harry laughed at this. But the more and more he found you asleep in the wardrobe, the more he found himself with tears running down his face. He missed you. So much. And it was always with regret that he left you, asleep in the quiet apartment.

You knew he came every night, but you never willed yourself to stay awake, and you didn’t quite know why. But the weeks went by, and Harry gradually stopped coming. It could have been he had retrieved all of his things. But you knew and he knew the crowded apartment was still filled with his belongings. It could have been the fact that his friends and family were getting fed up with his moping, and finally decided that it wasn’t healthy. And it could have been the fact that he had finally got over his kiwi.

You had seen the magazine articles. Harry was finally back in London and causing a raucous. You on the other hand, and found out about the baby a couple of weeks ago. Harry’s number stayed cemented in your phone. It took your mum to finally knock some sense into you, saying that maybe you should tell the father of the child that he actually is going to be a dad. So you called. When the ringing finally subsided, and Harry’s voice came over the speaker, telling you to “leave a message, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.” it almost broke you. But finally, after many coffees and pep talks, a message flowed from your lips.

“Hey Harry, it’s me. Been a while huh? Wasn’t going to call you at all, but Mum persuaded me. She’s always been a fan of yours. Charmed her right to the bone. Anyway, just thought you should know. I’m having your baby. It’s none of your business, but it is technically half of you, so best you know. You don’t need to care for the kid or send money or anything like that. We’re gonna be just fine without you. Just like I have been. So just leave it, ok?                                        So yea, kinda dropped a bomb there didn’t I? Have fun living your life being a rock star. Don’t call back. Bye”

It was those words that made Harry’s healing heart explode.



hOLY SHit! This has been sitting in my notebook for a while now, so it’s a bit overdue. I’m kinda thinking of doing a part 2, so pretty please let me know if I should! Lots of love xxx