(English Subs + Text) Soraru and Mafumafu’s new Cooking Videos
”I tried making Sticky Ramen for my friend” I’ve subbed Soraru’s latest video on his official channel where he tries to cook a meal for Mafumafu! :O If the English subs don’t pop up immediately, click the gear icon and enable them~
Below the “read more” is the full transcript for Mafumafu’s video! Watch Mafumafu’s video here. I can’t subtitle it because his channel doesn’t have community contributions enabled, sorry! ;_; But feel free to share the link to this post if you see people wanting to know what’s happening in the video! This goes line by line and might be a bit hard to understand without the video side by side, so feel free to ask if you have any questions~ I hope you enjoy both videos! :) (Please do not use these translations to upload a subbed version of either video to Youtube or anywhere else)
oh my god im from nz and dont know at all what you're talking about when you mention larrie and wellington, if it doesnt hurt too much can you please give me a rundown?
anon, i feel honoured to be the one to introduce you to one of the most iconic pieces of fandom history:
the wellington video
the date was april 22nd 2012. they were touring UAN. louis and harry were captured on camera being super intimate outside of a bar in wellington, new zealand. they’re both clearly drunk (louis likely more than harry) and their inhibitions are lowered and, despite being in public and knowing that fans are across the street watching them, you can see louis go in to kiss harry. the video is super blurry but it’s obvious what’s going on.
here’s the video:
and here are some gifs:
it’s also worth noting that some people hear louis yell ‘BOYFRIEND!’ at harry in the video (i just hear drunken yelling personally)
louis was SO HAMMERED. here’s a video of them coming back to the hotel after:
here’s sir ian mckellen talking about wellington and how the boys missed a set tour for the hobbit because they’d been out drinking the night before (i.e. wellington video) and harry and louis’ reactions are amazing (this was on graham norton during four promo)
Steph and Mel, or smell and punk as they call each other, are Scottsdale, Arizona based twins. Their videos range from fashion based lookbooks and awesome thrift finds. They have such a witty sense of humor, and they post what they call, “semi daily-ish vlogs” which consists of their day to day work life and Starbucks trips that last four hours for editing, and more. These vlogs may showcase the same routine, but they are very amusing.
2. Moon Clique
This channel that was once a duo, is now run by Elena Taber. Most of her videos consist of killer look books ranging from groovy 70s style to 90s fashion. The setting of her videos is right outside her West coast University that gives all the great California vibes. My personal favorite of hers is her Groovy 70s Lookbook-the song and outfits together are unbeatable!
3. Exploring with Josh
Now, Josh has his own channel, but is apart of a friend exploring team whom have all their own channels as well. Josh has such an upbeat and energetic personality, not to mention his adventures are amazing to watch. From places across the world like abandoned drug dealers mansion or an abandoned Japanese theme park, to the beautiful terrains of Bali. Trust me, the minute I found his channel, I became obsessed.
4. The Lineup
Best friends and roomies Julia and Maya, I LOVE these two girls from Stockholm. They have killer fashion sense, and their videos have great editing that I wish I could accomplish myself. You can get outfit tips and ideas from styling puffer jackets, to what to wear on a night out. Their monthly favorites videos are my go to’s to watch.
When I first heard about i-D, I was intrigued. It is not a typical comedy youtube channel, nor fashion or beauty youtube channel. On this channel you can find a heap full of videos interviewing different people and subjects from all walks of life, and you learn so much from. Whether you’re meeting girl skaters, learning about Lil Yachty to Vivienne Westwood, or getting emerged into Icelandic hip hop, this channel has a ton to offer.
Ari Fitz is the creative mastermind behind this channel that is different from the fashion norms you see on youtube. Ari Fitz’s channel is dedicated to tomboy fashion, and it is phenomenal. The diversity in style is amazing. The prom fashion videos she has done are so different and so cutting edge on tomboy fashion, and she gives such a different perspective from the typical “tomboy.”
7. Conan Gray
I cannot praise this boy enough. If you haven’t seen or heard about him and his channel, you are not living. Conan has to be one of the most creative souls I’ve ever heard about. From singing songs in a tree to his thrifting tips to chatting while painting or drawing, (which he is so beyond talented at), he gives off such a wonderful aesthetic and you feel like you are in the room with him. Also, do yourself a favor, and listen to his original song and music video, “Idle Town,” you are going to fall in love.
8. Anthony Quintal
Formerly known as Lohanthony with his “Lohanthony’s videos of the wee-ee-eek,” is now grown up and changed, and I like it. Ever since the new year his styles of videos are different than what they use to be. He now, only posts once a month, and those videos are vlogs. But they aren’t your typical vlogs or daily life videos. They are creative masterpieces of compilations of footage from his life mixed with shots from movies, shows, etc. I am loving the innovative feel his channel is giving off, go check out his latest stuff!
9. Sweet Potato Soul
I am so glad I found this vegan channel! Jenne Claiborne is a professional vegan chef and now youtuber. She has some of the greatest soul food vegan recipes to offer. I love the way she films how she makes the food, it makes you want to go to your local grocery store and whip up some tasty vegan treats. She has such a warm manner, you feel like she’s your neighbor inviting you over for a calm Sunday evening dinner on the front porch. Check her out, she will convince anyone to go vegan!
10. Erik Conover
This male model serves some great traveling vlogs. Whether it is about his life in New York City, or traveling to Bangkok, he makes any place a video worth watching. His thumbnails alone attract you to watch his videos, whether its the back splash of a Songkran Festival or a thumbnail of scuba diving alongside a turtle, you won’t want to miss any of his traveling videos. Also, he has really nice looking hair.
Hope you all enjoyed reading and check out these great youtubers and their channels!
Characters: Jensen x Reader, Maverick (or Mav) (OC), Piper (OC), Genevieve, Jared (Brief mention)
Warnings: A case of childhood pneumonia, homesickness, fluff, Jensen doubting himself. I believe that’s all.
Summary: While Jensen is away filming, he experiences a bad case of homesickness.
A/N: Thank you to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @melonshino for reading over this and assuring me that it was okay :-) This is my first Jensen fic! I hope I wrote him well… Please feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism. Happy reading!
No hate towards Danneel or any member of the Ackles family - I adore them. Pretend that Danneel is happy with someone else… This is just a work of fiction!
It was the middle of the night, way past your kids’ bedtime, and yet you were still laid out on your living room couch. Your 4 year old son, Maverick, was sick with a cold and refused to leave your side, along with your one year old daughter, Piper. Of course they had both gotten sick at the same time the one weekend that Jensen had to work.
You and Jensen had been married for five years now. You met on the set of Supernatural, but you knew him long before then. After you got killed off the show, he asked you on a date. And that one date turned into more dates. And the rest was history.
Maverick had been upset, coughing more and more as the night drug on. You let him and Piper lay with you on the couch before they went to bed, but they ended up both falling asleep - Mav wedged between you and the couch and Piper laying face down on your stomach.
“Finally… some peace” you said under your breath as you turned on the T.V. and set the volume at the lowest audible level. You let your finger trail up and down Piper’s back, happy that both of your kids were finally asleep.
Summary/Prompt: Imagine you got abducted with Claire, Marcia, and Casey in Split, but you’re not high schoolers - you’re grad students. Your area of study is Psychology with your focus on DID. Can you work with Kevin and all of his identities to survive?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SPLIT - if you haven’t seen the movie, and want to, don’t read this. Language, abduction, mental disorders, (if you watched Split, it’s all of the content in there).
Word Count: 5695
Notes: I saw Split the other day and was inspired. I am a psychology student so I loved the film and this is how I wish it would’ve ended, haha. If you haven’t seen it, this may be hard to follow what’s happening. beta’d by my best girl @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
When you, Casey, Claire, and Marcia woke up, you had no idea what happened. You were in the car, when that man had gotten in and–did he spray you? Everything was so fuzzy right now. You sat up as Claire and Marcia gripped each other and Casey sat on the end of the cot you were on. You were closer to Casey than the other girls, but you were all friends none-the-less. It’s hard not to be when you share an apartment for grad school.
Terror was hard to swallow, but in this situation, panicking would get you nowhere. Thinking of all the things that could happen to you, you just pushed the fears down. After Marcia had wet herself to fend off your abductor, Claire had started to suggest to just attack him but Casey didn’t want to. They asked for your vote on the matter and you thought four against one were pretty good odds, but it still scared you regardless.
Tom and his family sat around the dinner table, they were going to throw a party this weekend. A reunion of sorts because Tom had just come back from filming and touring the world to do press for Spider-Man. He was exhausted but he was really looking forward to this weekend. Seeing old friends and family. Catching up with people he hadn’t seen in years.
Harrison also seemed to be over as well, because what is one without the other.
“So, who else is coming?” Harrison asked looking at the list of people who said they could come.
“Uhm…” Tom began to list people off from high school, to old friends, people of Billy Elliot. “(Y/F/N).” Harrison stopped him.
“Wasn’t she the chick who you had a major crush on doing school?”
“Uhm no.” Tom lied.
“Yes it was!” Harry added. “Tom used to speak about her all the time.”
“Yeah. One time he came home crying because she already had a date for prom.” Nikki said embarrassing her son.
“Dude. I took her to prom.” Harrison spoke.
“I know.” Tom groaned pushing his peas and potatoes around the plate with his fork.
“I’ve always liked her. She’s liked my baking.”
“Mom, your baking is shit.” Sam said.
“I’ve been practising.”
“It was shit then.”
“But she used to take it home to her parents.”
“Yeah, because we told her to so we didn’t have to eat any more of it.” Sam clapped back. Tom looked down at your name on the list. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since he left for filming which was a good seven or so months ago.
The next morning, everyone was getting ready. Some of Toms family had come a bit earlier to help set up. They even hired a pool because it was going to be a warm afternoon. Dominic and Sam were in charge of cooking outside on the barbecue and spit. By 11 o'clock most of the guests had arrived. It was like Christmas with all the food. The “how have you been I haven’t seen you in ages” to the “we need to catch up again” to the “remember when…”. Tom ran around his house, being stopped by every single person. They all wanted to talk to him. He was becoming famous. The boy from south west London had finally made it to the big screen.
At around 12:30 food was being plated up, whilst the younger kids hung around in the pool to keep cool under this heat. London never gets warm, but when it does it’s like a heatwave. Tom scooped up some salad and grabbed some chops his dad had cooked. He sat outside with Harrison and his cousins.
“Do you think you will ever win an Oscar?”
“Could you introduce us to Dwayne Johnston?”
“What about Zendaya?”
Was it bad to say that Tom was sick of all the questions? Probably. They just didn’t stop. No one had asked him how he was. Harrison could keep him grounded, but still.
You were running late. You had worked a late shift at work and had to get changed at work to arrive at Toms party. You put on a denim skirt, a nice top and some canvas shoes to look casual and comfortable. You had made a cake the night before, and carried it inside with you.
You walk into the house and Nikki greets you.
“Oh it’s so good to see you again!” Nikki hugs you.
“Please, get some food.” She smiled grabbing you a plate. You didn’t really know anyone at this party. You had recognised some people from high school and some kids Tom had spoken about from Billy Elliot but that’s about it.
“So Nikki. How are you? Busy I presume?”
“Always dear. I’m always busy.” She smiled. “What about you?”
“Yeah. Work is a little stressful at the moment.” You were a nurse at a local hospital. Because of this massive heat wave, you had to work over time looking after kids who were dehydrated and had been fainting because of the heat.
“Would you like a drink dear?”
“Water is fine.” You smile walking into the kitchen as she grabs a bottle from the fridge.
Meanwhile Harrison slapped his hand on Tom’s chest. “Dude, she’s here.”
“Shit. Do I look okay? Is my hair alright?” He whispered.
“I don’t see why you’re stressing out.”
“Because-” Tom still had a major crush on you.
“Dude. She probably has a boyfriend.” Harrison said and Tom rolled his eyes.
“Yo-you’re probably right. I mean, just look at her. She’s beautiful. And her personality, she was always so kind and gentle with everyone.” Tom sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t.” He shook his head.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’ll just stay out here.” Tom slouched and turned to talk to his cousins about his fame again. Harrison announced that he was going to get another drink. He walked by the kitchen and bumped into you.
“Oh I’m so sorry. (Y/N)? I can’t believe you’re here.”
“Yeah. Sorry I had work this morning.” You smile and hugging him. Harrison hugs you tightly. He was going to try and get Tom jealous so he would come over here and pucker up from courage to talk to you. “So how had everything been with you?” You ask sipping on your drink.
“Really well. I’m really just chilling with Tom most days.”
“I’ve seen that you’ve been writing. That’s so cool. Are you writing a script or something?”
“Yeah. It’s only a draft though.”
“I would love to read it when you finish it.” You smile at him encouragingly.
“Oh yeah. I’ll send it to you, totally.” He pauses. “What about you?”
“Oh mostly work.” You tell him smiling. You could see Tom walk over behind Harrison’s shoulder. Sam joined us.
“(Y-Y/N)? So glad you could make it.” He gleamed hugging you.
“Yeah. Thanks for inviting me.” You hug him back. Although you could smell the chlorine from the pool on him, he strangely smelt like he did in high school. Mint toothpaste and citrus. You pulled away blushing.
“Y-yeah totally. Uhh, what were you guys talking about?“
"I was just asking (Y/N) about her work.”
“Oh yeah, you’re a nurse yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m working at the hospital now.” You smile.
“With kids? If you never need me to dress up as Spider-Man, I’ll do it.” This wasn’t like the Tom you knew, he was showing off.
“Oh uhm. I suppose I’ll think about it.” You mutter rubbing your arm awkwardly. “Uhh, how are you?” She asked Tom. That was the question he had been wanting to be asked all day.
“G-good. Yeah.” He didn’t really know how to respond.
“He’s great now that you’re here!” Sam pipped up.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“U-uhh nothing.” Tom glared at his brother. “Sam.” He sternly spoke, raising an eyebrow.
“So, are you seeing anyone at the moment?” Sam blurted out.
“Uhm.” You weren’t really expecting a question like this. You look at Tom. You noticed how his brown eyes had turn chestnut. And how his arms had grown, and it defiantly wasn’t from carrying your books around school when you were in high school. Harrison had left slip that Tom had a crush on you during a high school party, but that was years okay. “Seeing? You mean dating? No. I’m too busy these days-”
“You hear that Tom. She’s not seeing anyone.” Sam laughed and Tom grabbed Sam’s ear and pinched it. “Ouch! What the fuck was that for?”
“Uhm, maybe I should go.” You say awkwardly.
“No no. Please stay.” Tom reaches for you.
“It’s okay. I should uh, I should go.” You say stepping backwards. Tom’s eyes are full of sorrow. “Umm, it was good seeing you again.” You gesture. Sam knew he had done something bad so he left the room. Well, Harrison dragged him away and Tom was left standing there.
“At least let me walk you out.” He offered and you smiled.
“I’d like that.” You nod. Tom leads the way. “Where did you park your car?”
“Up the road.”
“Okay.” He said and started to walk with you. That was a lie. Your car was actually parked outside the Holland’s house, but you just wanted to talk to Tom. Walking side by side, just like you used to in high school. Well, the days Tom came to school.
“No I’m sorry. I was just going to say that you look really beautiful. Not that you weren’t always beautiful, but more beautiful than you ever have.” You giggled at Tom’s rambling. Yeah, he has never changed.
“No no. It’s fine.” You smile. “You haven’t changed one bit. I hope you know that. You’ve stayed your grounded self, and I’m really proud of you for doing that.” You tell him genuinely. “I really am.”
“Thank you.” He smiled. “That means a lot coming from you.”
“Hey Tom. If you uhm, if you want, we can catch up again.”
“Cool. Harrison and I were actually-”
“I meant alone. Like the two of us.” You tell him.
“Oh. Yeah. I’d like that.” He smiles. You eventually made it around the block and back to his house.
“D-did we pass your car?” He asks and you nodded and pointed to it.
“I’ll see you later Tom. It was good seeing you again.” You tell him placing a kiss on his cheek and hop in your car. You take one last look at his blushing face. God. He has not change one bit.
okay so this is a new thing i’m trying to do aka a new bulletpoint series called for me, for you
bc i have too many ideas and not enough motivation to write full-blown oneshots
so let’s get right into this with the best concept to ever exist in the whole wide world: boyfriend jeongguk
ok so in this au he’s still an idol
we all know how soft and sweet and lovely the bab is
so when he first meets you at a fansign he’s all kind and he holds hands with you and does the shake hand thingy it’s super adorable your teeth will hURT
jeonggukie’s so nice and he makes you laugh while you give him the gifts you bought for him and he’s swooning and squeezing your hands tighter when you give him like this handmade iron man bracelet
ugh my heart
but straight after the fanmeet nothing special happened other than the spontaneous combustion of your heart
the second time you meet it’s an absolute twist of fate
like the last thing you were planning to do in your peking duck stained sweatpants (((i love peking duck esp from restaurant pm if anyone lives in montreal and likes chinese food you know what i’m talking abt))) and messy morning hair and stinky breath @ a convenience store at crack of dawn o’clock
is jeon jeongguk
he’s wearing SUCH SOFT CLOTHES like he’s wearing his trademark red beanie and his hair is falling on his forehead, big black doe eyes sparkling and makeup-free face so,,, so,,,, fluffy and like he’s in his big baby blue jumper and sweats
uGH MY HEART
so like you bump into each other and bc bubbie loves making ramen in the store it falls all over you
and shit it’s so hot
like… smoking hot flavoured water + mushy noodles = burnt skin and a wide-eyed scared baby boy who stutters and tries to wipe it down with his sweater paws but !!! it’s not working lmao
it’s only when you take your jumper off to reveal your spaghetti tank top in cold april that jeongguk realizes “omg hey i remember you ironman bracelet fan omg shit do you hate me”
and you have to just be like “no!!!!!!!! ofc not omg i love you- i mean it’s ok!! it’s not your fault i wasn’t looking either!!”
jeongguk wouldn’t believe you 100% bc he did have his hand deep in his ramen bowl
but at least now his cheeks aren’t burning as much so he takes off his jumper and manages to tackle you into it after you decline x 1000
“fine you wear my jumper and i’ll wear your tank top over my shirt?”
insert jeongguk wiggling his eyebrows while you giggle
he insists to pay for your snacks and you threaten that you don’t care how beautiful and in love you are with his face, you will put your icey ice cream down the nape of his shirt
so you pay for him and yourself :-D
kind of regret it later when he walks you to your really crappy flat and the heat works for about 2.3 minutes after he comes inside before it.. just stops
so when jeongguk sees you eyeing your bed and realizes you have deep eyebags under your eyes from exhaustion, he tells you to hold onto his jumper instead of cleaning it and giving it back right away
but you’re obviously like ???? i can’t let mr eon eongguk walk in the cold in just a v neck and your tank top around his neck like a little black scarf
but gukkie is a softie and he’s like
“well why don’t you just give me your number and when you wash it…. you can like… aksfksjd”
“i can askfjskfks”
and he giggles you know that FUCKING ADORABLE giggle he did when miri high-fived him in that last run episode you know that giggle omg i love him
it takes you about two days to muster up the courage to wash guk’s jumper that smelled just like him and another day to call him and actually talk to him
i don’t think jeonggukie’s the kind of person who just immediately jumps into the dating bandwagon
like he seems like the type of gy to want to be friends first before making 100% sure he likes you and wants to be in an exclusive relationship
so it would take a few months of friendship with little baby, get to know him and pass that fan-idol stage into friend who’s in love with you stage
he introduces you to rest of the babs the same night he asks you out aka christmas because baby is soft and busy and likes to take his time with things that matter a lot to him
jeonggukie gives you directions and calls you three times on your way over and one time while you’re literally in front of his apartment complex just to make sure the building door buzzer let you in correctly
when he opens the door he’s like flubbering bc omg you look really pretty with your cheeks red after walking in the cold
but he keeps that inside and ushers you in all warm and cuddly looking in this big red reindeer sweater and he looks down at you in a way that makes his cheeks kind of bubble over and you just wanna reach up and kiss them
everyone is so nice and welcoming and literally 3 minutes after you take off your coat and your boots jin hands you this huge ass bowl of his chocolate marshmallows but jeongguk in the back is giving you wide eyes and shaking his head no and you splutter out a polite thank you and cuddle it to your chest before trying to force feed it to kookie
btw he doesn’t speak to you for 5 minutes after but only 5 because he’s really fond of you that mushy brat
taehyung and jimin beat jeongguk before he can sit next to you on the couch and they start asking all sorts of questions like
“so where are you from?”
“ok but you don’t look like a big meat person do you like meat?”
“omg taehyung you don’t just ask someone if they like meat”
“you’re right she most probably does she’s with jungkook and he has a big-”
“have you ever suffered from *squints eyes* g-gastro intesssstinal - hey is that a dog keychain omg do you like dogs?? ”
yoongi is actually a cheerleader
i mean he was tough at first just to make sure you’re worthy and fit to be with his favourite child but then you show him pictures of your dog and you tell him about this pet store that lets you collage pics of you and your dog on keychains
and you know when you get that man thinking about dogs and holly he is smitten
so the second jimin moves his leg by 0.00002 cm yoongi is pushing him off the couch like “ooooh kookie don’t you want to come sit here??? next to hyung and y/n??? ✺◟( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)◞✺”
i love lenny faces esp this ^ one
anyway pt 2
so while jin is quote slaving in the kitchen unquote jeongguk comes to sit next to you and a comedy show is playing and you start talking really quietly together
you shiver a little and jeongguk is about to get up to get you a blanket but you gather your courage with both hands because you are a strong woman and you kind of sort of grab his beautiful arm before he can get up and just yank him down and put your head on his shoulder
and you pray and hope this isn’t too out of nowhere and he won’t reject you in front of all of his friends
but guk just blushes up a storm bc !!!!! wow he has the biggest crush on you
the best girl he knows
and now you’re here, warm and cuddling him and he can’t help but smile and put his arm around you
your face just kind of melts into his shoulder-neck area and holy God in heaven jeongguk smells so good and his skin is so silky you really want to kiss him there but you’re scared namjoon might pop up from the back of the couch and lecture you
after dinner (which was an Absolute Mess don’t ever let vmin near mashed potatoes) hoseok suggests to watch a film all together and all the boys bring out blankets and pillows and the bean bags from taehyung’s room
which you and jeongguk sat on together and it’s just so nice because you don’t need to actually say anything for him to understand that you like him
and vice versa like it’s just so comfortable
like you’re drowning in this bean bag with the man you love and his arm is around you and you lowkey have yours over his waist and he has his chin on your head
honestly at this point you’re not even watching the film you’re just gazing at him fondly when he’s not looking
it’s getting pretty late as the film nears its’ end you just kind of tap jeongguk’s chest and tell him you should probably get to your place by now
his face falls and you feel bad bc you hate seeing him sad
he says he wants to drive you back but it’s not just late for you and he can’t call the driver so he just looks at you with his big puppy dog eyes as you’re getting into your coat but he can’t really do anything
and just as you’re slipping on your boots he feels like he can’t hold it in anymore and then you’re slipping on your beanie and fuck you look even cuter than normal so he makes sure no one’s looking
before he cups your cheeks and you’re surprised and he doesn’t even know when the fuck he got so brave before he pecks your lips for half a second
and you’re just !!!!!!!!!!!
and he’s like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
which makes you
but you’re smiling and looking at him like he’s made of stars and fuck if he’s going to let you walk out before he kisses you again
you beat him to it
about 8 times
before he asks you out with your body between him and the door and the guys are throwing pillows at his back
if you thought jeongguk was a nerdy baby when you were just friends
oh boy oh boy
anime nights is an actual occurrence i’m sorry but whenever jeongguk has a friday or saturday off you best believe his is marching his way to your place with food and he expects a) netflix in bed with 17 blankets or b) a blanket fort in the living room
i don’t think he’s big on pda unless you’re somewhere private with people he trusts otherwise the most you’re getting out of bubbie is hand holding and an arm around you
jeongguk’s kisses are like
the personification of heaven on earth
it really depends on his mood like when he’s happy his kisses are silly and teasing
he plays with your hair, bites your lips, pinches your hips, giggles against you and telling you unrelated jokes until you’re laughing and he has his head in your neck
if he’s horny he kisses you either real snow or real fast and rough. he starts out at a calm pace, hands up your shirt, tongue stroking every cm of your mouth like a paintbrush on a canvas, and it gets faster the second one of you moans. he pushes his hips against you a little and starts getting ~~~~ wild ~~~~
i’ll mark when it gets nsfw a little later but for now it’s nothing explicit
jeongguk is definitely an avid cuddler
and you don’t have to be on a bed for him to koala you
he prefers cuddling at night though, when you’re fresh out of the shower and smell like heaven and he gets to throw his arms over you, chest to your back and just press kisses to your skin
when he’s exceptionally tired he’ll just flop on top of you, his head on the swells of your breasts, your hands playing with his hair and the nape of his neck, sometimes slowly massaging his shoulders
speaking of massages
jeongguk is weak for them
when he’s aching from dance practices ((although you threaten to cold cock hoseok with your uni textbooks if he doesn’t ease up on him)) you offer to give him a massage
he takes a long hot shower and when he walks into your bedroom, you have little candles
but not the scented ones bc baby is sensitive and you’re wearing one of his shirts and you straddle his back, lotion him up and work your magic
sometimes he falls asleep
sometimes he doesn’t ;)))))
( ͡° ل͜ ͡°)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ sprinkles nsfw alerts bc it’s about to get smutty here
first things first jeongguk is a switch
prefers dom but will sub if you ask nice enough
when he doesn’t fall asleep while you massage his back and the feeling of your bare thighs around his back gets too much
jeongguk just flips you over and kisses your neck, all the way up to your earlobe and just softly sucks on it, licking it, biting it, kissing it
he’s a real fucking tease too
sometimes he just kisses and licks and bites without actually doing anything until you beg for him
he thinks you don’t know but you literally feel his smirk on your skin
you don’t mind though because when you don’t beg and start talking back to him he gets extra rough
jeongguk loves challenges
“hey kookie i bet you can’t make me come in less than 8 minutes”
safeword is probably something ridiculous like nochu milk or that youtuber guy with the overwatch videos he’s obsessed with
jeongguk hates when you bring up that one time he was drilling into you a little too hard and you said the youtuber’s name for the safeword and jeongguk literally came
he will keep denying it until his last breath
update: the youtuber is called yulmu appa make of that what you will
i don’t see jeongguk to be really into giving head
because he’s sensitive to smells and pussies aren’t exactly dew kissed flowers
but i 110% think he’s big on fingering
not so much in public to the dismay of smut writers like he would never in public unless he’s in a state of deadly boredom/horniness
like at the dinner table???/ your families or friends are right there wtf??? and there’s food??/ just keep it in your pants for a few hours damn
but when it’s in private you better work out your legs bc you will need that strength
jeongguk’s excitement for adventure and trying out new stuff definitely translates in the bedroom too
like one day you come back home and find jeongguk spread out on your yoga mat with his ipad next to him showing a drawing of pretty gymnastic positions
and he’s like !!! look babe i bet this feels really good
and you’re just there “jeongguk,,, i can barely do 10 squats how do you want my legs to go there”
but he’s too cute to deny
long story short you don’t speak to him for 4 days because showing up at a hospital half-naked with a bag of frozen peas to your lady parts is not on your bucket list thank you very fucking much
refuses to put anything up his ass
he’s really competitive and gets jealous easily so threesomes are a no-no for him
likes riling you up when you’re busy and he’s in a sub mood he’s such a little shit
( ͡° ل͜ ͡°)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ end of the smutty section
whenever you’re sad and need cheering up worry not because jeongguk has a photo album on his phone with disgustingly cute pictures of you two together like this one pic of your sock-clad feet touching when you were cuddling and this other one of you cuddling him during anime night and you’re half asleep and he’s rubbing his nose on your cheek
so if you’re feeling down and jeongguk’s not near he sends you some of the pics of his folder
he’s not the best with words, he prefers actions because he sucks at explaining his feelings but he tries his best with you since he loves you so much
the first time he drops the l bomb is at your apartment
he had a long day and he was so tired but he wanted
he had a long
day and he was so tired but he wanted to see you
invited him over to sleep and when he walks into your flat he can’t find you
gasps a little bit when he sees the lego avengers on the floor leading to the
and you made
him a pretty bath with his favourite bath bombs you got
cookies and milk and seaweed and he almost cries a little when he sees you he
just lunges at you with hugs before you strip him and make him sit down in the
just as jeongguk’s about to say his neck hurts, you roll up a towel and put it
behind his head
pretends like he needs your help to get up but he legit just pulls you down and
you topple over with your clothes in the tub
yelling and hitting his chest playfully while he laughs and his whole body
don’t even care anymore because he’s so gorgeous when he’s happy and he makes
your heart bloom
so you just
spread bubbles over his neck and kiss him i really want
to fucking be with jeongguk
There was absolutely nothing on th t.v. that was worth me watching. I stared at the window in the hope the rain had stopped. It hadn’t. It was too bright and cold for me to fall back asleep. Phil was out getting some cereal after finishing Dans. Sure, I could’ve re watched Yuri on Ice but Dan and I agreed to do that together. Daniel, my loving boyfriend, was filming a video so he wasn’t around to help.
The sky grew darker as the time went on. Soon I had been sat alone for almost an hour and I still stuggled to find anything entertaining. Minutes felt like hours as I scrolled through tumblr seeing mostly Dan and Phil related things. The reminder of my boyfriend drew the final straw. I stood from the warmth of my blanket and made my way to the kitchen.
I sighed as I tugged my thick black hoodie over my ponytail and pulled my hair from down the back. I knew it wasn’t the best idea to disturb Dan but he knew I had my tendencies. Yawning I stirred the milk into my tea and his coffee and made my way to his room. The smell of coffee took over my senses and the tea warmed me immensely.
My lips formed a smile as I watched Dan talking to the camera. Each time we caught eyes both our smiles would widen.
“You all know my wonderful girlfriend y/n” he smiled to the camera as I sat beside him holding my mug close to my chest. I gave a small wave to the camera before focusing my attention on Dan. “Y/n was bored and lonely downstairs so I’ve decided to let her be apart of the video” he smiled placing his hand on my knee, sending a shiver down my spine.
Leaning down from the bed I placed my now empty mug onto the floor. I then fell back on our shared bed and stretched my arms above my head. As I looked up I saw Dan looking at me like I’d gone totally mad. Sighing again, I sat up, my face no longer showing pleasure.
“Dan, can we do something together?” I asked, it was clear I had returned to my bored state. His response was simply “We are” which earned another groan from me.
“Nooooo” I whined pouting a little “I wanna watch anime or….. do something else” Dan was now the one sighing in response to me.
“Come on y/n. Just wait please?” His fingers wrapped gently round my forearms pulling me up from laying down.
I began twiddling with my y/c/h hair to pass time. I knew for a fact over 10 minutes had passed and we were still filming. I searched the room for something to entertain me. Soon I got a glimes of his famous potato sack jumper and a smile returned to my face.
“Y/n! What the fuck?!” He exclaimed as I pulled his jumper over my hoodie.
“It smells like you” I giggled innocently smiling up at him. I watched him roll his hazel eyes clearly getting annoyed by my behaviour. “And its cold in here”
Dan signed off the video in his usual manner as I stood behind him on the bed. My arms wrapped around his shoulders; my hands falling on the exposed parts of his chest.
“SHIT love you’re freezing!” Lifting his hands away from me, he turned the camera off. I sat down in the middle if his bed and shrugged my shoulders.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were cold?” He asked giving me a confused look.
“I came in here with tea, coffee, a thick hoodie. I put your jumper over the top and spent about half an hour in bed.”
“I’ll have to edit this now, the phandom want a video” He mentioned pulling me into a hug.
Turning off my phone I leaned into Dan and pulled the blanket up to my shoulder. Phil sat on the other end of the sofa. “That was a really great video” Phil mentioned after going through some notifications from the video. I felt Dans hand fall to my hip as I drifted into a deep sleep.
I woke up in the soft bed sheets that covered mine and Dans bed. Looking over my shoulder I saw Dan staring over at me. I smiled at my brown haired boyfriend. Out the corner of my eye I could see his laptop. I sat up to read the page.
“Y/n is so cute I can’t” was the first thing I read. I looked up to Dan with a suspicious grin. “You didn’t”
After watching the video I felt a warm heat rush to my face.
“I can priv-”
“Its cute, don’t worry about it” I cut him off smiling from ear to ear. I watched the 40 minute video of me and Dan from earlier in the day. He’d titled it ‘my girlfriend’. It mainly involved me being slightly annoying when I interupted Dan.
“Dan” I whispered.“go to sleep babe.” I placed my hand on his arm and looked up to him through hooded eyes. I watched his dimple appear as he smiled down to me closing his laptop. A shiver ran down my spine when Dans arms pulled my body towards his.
Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.
Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit.
You were fidgeting with your red skin tight dress as you stood backstage at the Graham Norton show with your current co-star James McAvoy and ex-costar Tom Hiddleston. You checked your phone for the eighteenth time, seeing a text from your best friend in the whole world, Ida.
“Good luck! : )” she sent, upbeat and encouraging as always. She’d been your good friend for five years now and she was busy with her music journalist job, interviewing Metallica tonight.
“Thanks!” you replied back.
“You ready for this, Y/N?” James asked, his Scottish accent so thick and so nice, you loved the way your name sounded on his lips. He was buttoning his suit jacket as he glanced your way. You tried not to stare, but goddamn was that hard. He was funny, handsome, clever, charming, talented….there wasn’t anything you didn’t like about him.
“Wah, this movie has racial stereotypes! Dat’s not allowed!”
“Wah, this lesbian mexican taco is a taco, and taco means lesbian in my head! U can’t call a lesbian a taco! Dat’s not allowed!”
“Hurr durr dis cringey fedora neckbeard atheist made fun of religion, dat’s a fink to mock and laugh at. Duhuhuhuh! He doesn’t know! Dat’s not allowed!”
“This movie mocks the Jews VS Muslims war thingy and suggests they live in the same place instead of fighting, AND mocks their 72 virgin heaven! Dat’s not allowed!”
“This movie contains nazi jokes! Dat’s not allowed!”
“Dis movie has a bottle of firewater and it’s native american! U CAN’T HAVE NATIVE AMERICAN PEOPLE ACT STEREOTYPICALLY! REEEEEEEEEEEE! Also, dat’s not allowed!
"Wah, this movie contains an orgy sequence between food! I’m not emotionally prepared for sex! But food getting chopped up and murdered onscreen is a-ok, I won’t spend more than a sentence or two talking about that unless I’m wanking over how much I dislike violence. Anyway, wah! Food has sex! Dat’s not allowed!”
This movie is satire that mocks religion and how it keeps cultures separate. This movie is satire that mocks religion for what it is, a lie to keep people stupid. This movie doesn’t do things cleverly because it knows the average person isn’t intelligent to understand anything smarter than “Oh hey dat’s a reference to a comic the wiki can explain for me!”.
When Blazing Saddles came out, the scene with farting cowboys was considered shocking. People mocked them for being edgy. Bitches said “Yes, you can make whatever story you want, but I don’t like fart jokes, so it’s a bad film and you should change it! Fart jokes? Dat’s not allowed!”
Despite believing you’re a Precious Smoll Babs™ or Enlightened Egalitarian or whatever stupid label you wrote up and slapped onto your forehead, you are not progressive or norm critical or intelligent, you are on the moral level of scared old women crying because a scene with farting cowboys triggered them. You don’t realize how pathetic you look, and that just makes you look worse. And no, posting “Lol im trash im a potato” doesn’t count, you idiot.
Have you ever heard the old saying, “When a wise man points, a fool looks at the finger”? That’s you. You’re the fool, staring intently at the finger and crying about how unclean it is.
Seth Rogen managed to take a premise that sounded retarded, and he made it into a film about how we should throw religion into the trash where it belongs, love one another, fight back against the “Gods”. Instead of the ham-handed anti-religion stuff you’d expect from the genre, he showed the effects of religion, how even the most clear messages of peace are distorted into “Our race is better than yours, our religion said so” by religion’s infectious stupidity, how the divide between those that find new evidence that disproves their beliefs and recoil like bitches and dig their heels in like mules and those that want to know more can tear relationships apart… Hell, it even threw in a nice little “Simply disproving your beliefs with evidence you don’t want to accept is TOTALLY the mean option, you have to sugarcoat harsh truths so they can be swallowed by even mental toddlers” bonus for you, whether you noticed in your triggered little pseudo-panic attack bitch-seizure or not.
Also, check out the ending. Everyone lives in peace and harmony and sex, throwing away racism and homophobia. You’d think SJWs would love an ending like that, but you’d only think that if you somehow hadn’t yet noticed that SJWs only say they want X or Y, what they actually want is power, validation, something to blame their failings on, and the rush of feeling offended. If that sounds crazy to you, congrats. Now look up the facts BEFORE responding, so you don’t embarass yourself.
To everyone that once filled this site with whiny, impotent, virtue-signalling and utterly pathetic bitching: Congratulations on being too fucking stupid to properly understand a SETH ROGEN STONER COMEDY ABOUT TALKING FUCKING FOOD.
>Inb4 some dumb fuck, in their desperate desire to avoid digesting what I wrote, laughs it off with something along the lines of “Hurr durr this pony ask blog is serving up truth lol what even is 2016”.
>Inb4 some incurably-divorced-from-reality SJW goes “But da movie has racial stereotypes in it! Dat’s not allowed!”.
Exo’s reaction to their crush(who is an idol) getting a lot of love from other boy group members?
Minseok wouldn’t be very amused when he had to sit there and watch iKon’s Bobby casually make moves on you during the breaks of a show taping. He’d bite his tongue on some snarky comment he would want to make but he just miiiight let some shade loose on that show. Afterwards he would finally do his best to ask you for your number in hopes of finding time for a date.
Junmyeon understand the appeal of someone like him who has the charisma a leader needs. What he didn’t understand is how you could be so incredibly charismatic that anyone and everyone wanted to be around you. None of them wanted to be around you as much as he did and that ired him to the bone. So watching you mingle with K-Pops best leaders made him fed up one day and he just slung his arm around Rapmon’s shoulder and interjected himself into the round of compliments you were getting.
“She is talented isn’t she? Seeing as all of you are attached like moths to a flame she must be pretty hot too huh?”
Our beautiful potato chip isn’t the jealous type so anyone flirting with you wouldn’t really be a bother to him. He would realize he needed to step up his game with you though and would approach you a couple times during the filming breaks to just “catch up after so long” and to “make sure you didn’t need help with anything”. Ever a gentleman he would make sure you never felt uncomfortable with his advances and wouldn’t ask for your contact just yet.
Baek knows how to take over conversations easily, so after seeing a couple of members of NCT127 chatting you up he would insert himself right into whatever you guys were talking about. He would act totally adorable when you were looking at him but whenever you weren’t he would send NCT a look that said find an excuse to leave NOW.Obviously you caught on once they all left you two alone but hey, are you really not gonna give a face like that a chance?
After seeing how much attention you got backstage at music shows during your groups latest promotions, this boy would make damn sure your attention was on him the next time you two were anywhere near each other (at least in a more private setting, scandals are a no no). He formally introduces himself, cracking a few jokes here and there with you, and spends the next few weeks attached to your hip whenever he could be. He’s found this new determination to make you like him as much as he likes you.
Yeoli-loli would somehow find himself in the most awkward situations with you and boy he would not take nicely to it. You two would be talking during the wait time for a music stage and suddenly Heechul would cut into the conversation giving you a big hug like he knew you his entire life and distracting you from the deep connection Chanyeol though you were making. It would shock him and honestly tick him off so much that honorifics would go out the window.
“Yah! Heechul have you not heard of excuse me before or do you not speak korean?”
Seeing as he’s pretty direct, he would have already taken you on a date or two but hadn’t really asked you out yet. Soo is ABSOLUTELY the jealous type so lord help the guy who flirts with you when he’s around. Doesn’t matter who when or why, he will insert himself into whatever was going on and initiate some light skinship (hand holding, side hugs, ect.) to make whoever it is understand that he was already making his moves on you.
Mr. Ball of fluff Jongin here would probably be the most awkward out of everyone. He hadn’t found a moment with you to try and confess his feelings and somehow every single time he mustered up the guts to do it, you were always surrounded by a pack of admirers. He wouldn’t be mad at all, really just a little disappointed and would shoot you a text or two later congratulating you on your stage that day. He’s gonna have to wait a bit to confess isn’t he?
Hunnie here is the type to watch his crush from a distance (maybe hes too shy? maybe he’s lazy who knows?) but the more attention you got the more it started getting to him. He’d complain about it day after day to the other members until finally one of them drags you over and forcefully introduces you to, not so subtly mentioning he has a crush on you.
“Ah so uh… you wo-wouldn’t want to get bubble tea sometime? Like together!-uh I mean you could get it on your own too butIwouldreallylikeitifyouwentwithme …like on a date…yeah.”
Anonymous said: If you’re still taking requests I’d please like one where the reader is a very popular YouTuber and the reader and Asa are dating so the reader is trying to convince Asa into appearing in one of their videos. I love your imagines by the way! :)
Here you go! I kind of had to change a few things, but I tried to salvage as much as I could. It’s kind of fluffy though, so I hope that’s alright! x
Norman Reedus x Reader | Norman Reedus Smut | 18+ Only | NSFW
Summary: Norman has had a long, hard week of filming and his girlfriend (the reader) loves him down right.
A/N: So, apparently this is the after effect of meeting Norman in RL. This turned out to just be pure lovey-dovey smut! Enjoy! Happy Smut Sunday!
You smiled happily to yourself as
you stirred the dish in front of you and put it back into the oven. You punched
45 minutes into the timer, to alert you when it was done. You looked over at
the table behind you and smiled at the candle light flickering from the two
long, white wax candles you had set up in the middle of the surface.
There were two plates set on
either side of the modest sized table, with silverware and napkins on either
side of them. You smiled to yourself as you breathed in the scent of the
roasted chicken and potatoes you had cooking. You wanted to surprise Norman
by cooking him a romantic dinner. He had been having a tough week of filming
and now that it was finally Friday you wanted him to be able to relax you
never liked seeing him upset.
You heard the familiar rumble of
Norman’s motorcycle and your stomach filled with butterflies. Your smile
widened and you quickly untied your apron, fixed your hair, and anxiously
waited for him to come home to you. You heard him kill the engine and his
footsteps crunching on the gravel as he approached the house. The front door
slammed open and shut with a big thud. You heard him lock the dead bolt and hit
the door with his hand with gusto.
“Fuck! Finally! Home!” He growled
angrily to himself, kicking out of his boots.
Your smile fades and you walk
over to the edge of the kitchen that meets the hallway. You look down it and
see him turn around toward you, his eyes filled with rage.
“You okay?” You ask softly with
concern in your eyes, walking toward him.
His eyes soften a little at the
sight of your concern and he nods, “Yeah. I just need to calm down. That scene
is finally fucking done.” He says walking his body swiftly into yours and
wrapping you into his arms with pure passion.
You sigh happily as you wrap your
arms around his shoulders and stare into his eyes, innocently, “I missed you.”
You lean your body back into his
arms, sweetly arching your body into his as you stare up into his eyes lovingly.
Norman’s jaw tightened and his
eyes grew dark at the sight of you, mixed with the pure anger and frustration had
felt built up all week long. He felt his blood boiling and his pulse racing as
his eyes roamed from yours and down to your adorable frame inside of his grip.
He smiled sweetly for a minute as he takes in your primped hair and short,
flowing white dress. He moves his index finger to your sternum and drags it
slowly down your skin until it meets the hem; he stops, uses the finger to pry
the fabric open and peers down. No bra.
He growled in delight and stared
up into your eyes, boring his glare into yours as he began to think of all the
ways he wanted you.
“I missed you too.” He answered
you his eyes returning to yours as he sweetly smiled.
The boys were all in their rooms resting after a long day, but you two both decided to watch a scary movie on the TV. You’re cuddled up together, his arm around you and your head and hand on his chest. The first half hour goes by smoothly, but it soon starts to get a bit too overwhelming. Youngbin is enjoying it, horror movies don’t really affect him much (remember the time he went to see Train to Busan with Hwiyoung? Hahaha), but suddenly your hand clenches onto him. He looks down at you confused and tries not to chuckle at the sight of you, eyes glued to the TV, too scared to look away. “Are you okay hun?” he says to you smiling and puts his hand on the back of your head. The sound of his voice snaps you out of your trance and you look up to him with a blank look on your face. He can’t contain it and lets out a little laugh.
“If it’s too scary we can watch something else, okay?”
You and the boys are having a movie night in their dorm living room. Inseong had suggested watching a scary movie as a joke, but soon you both seemed defeated when the boys took it seriously and put one on. You’re both in the back. You’re sitting between Inseongs legs, laying back on him. Some of the boys are laughing, some are screaming (mostly Dawon) but you two in the back are quiet in fear. He keeps apologizing for suggesting it, and you squeeze his forearm tighter and tighter every time there’s a jumpscare. At one point, you can’t take it anymore and turn around, hiding into Inseongs chest. He tries to ignore the looks everybody gives him and makes sure you’re okay. You shoot him a look of pure fire and hatred, and he can’t hide the fact that he’s more afraid of you than he ever was of the movie.
“Sorry, hun… please don’t kill me ahaha…”
You and Jaeyoon had both fallen asleep on the couch, you sitting and him laying down with his head on your lap. You wake up and notice the TV is still on. At first, it seems like a normal dramatic movie, but at one point it turns into a dark, gory slasher film. The worst thing is, the remote is on the coffee table, which you can’t reach. The only way you can change the channel is if you get up, but you don’t dare move. Jaeyoon had a tough day with a filled schedule, so you wanted him to rest up. You tried ignoring the movie but just by the sounds, you were scared out of your wits. You tried to stay quiet, but in almost no time at all, you couldn’t contain it and a small squeak escaped from your mouth. The sleeping beauty on your lap stirs around a bit and opens his eyes. You hadn’t noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks. Jaeyoon was suddenly fully awake. He bolted up worried, looked at the TV and reached for the remote to turn it off. He cupped your face and spoke to you gently.
(you’re the pillow) (Jaeyoon makes me soft he’s such a qt)
It was the middle of a very cloudy day. You were hanging with Dawon being the couch potatoes you are. Feeling the momentary rush you get from the thunder rumbling in the distance, you suggest watching a horror film together. A flick of fear flashes through Dawon’s eyes, but he shakes it off and agrees with fake confidence. 30 minutes in, you were screaming so loud you couldn’t pay attention to your surroundings. A vicious, gory jumpscare flashed on the tv and you decided you couldn’t take it. “Could we chang–” You looked at the other side of the sofa and stopped speaking abruptly when you noticed Dawon was not sitting there anymore. As soon as you cut off, he popped up his head from the side of the sofa, he had been laying down on the floor this whole time
“YEAHOFCOURSEBABE -cough- If it’s too scary for you I’ll change it!”
(how dare he)
Halloween was just around the corner, and on that day the SF9 boys were planning a get-together to watch horror films. Knowing you’re completely terrified of them, you ask Rowoon if he could sit with you to watch scary movies days before so that you could train yourself not to scream so much. You’re suddenly full of confidence as you get an hour into the first movie without screaming at all. Holding Rowoons hand for support, you feel almost invincible until suddenly the movie twists into a horrifying Lovecraftian nightmare. Rowoon winced and looked down to see his hand being half-crushed by yours. He reassures you for the hundredth time that he could always change the movie, but you’re so close to the end you want to power through it. Five minutes later you finally let out a scream, and with all the built-up fear, tears flow down your cheeks. Rowoon doesn’t even ask this time; he grabs the remote and turns off the TV.
“Nope, that’s it. You should have told me it was too much!”
(tag yourself I’m Jaeyoon)
Now this precious little goat does not hate scary things, but he honestly doesn’t really like them either. And although he would honestly prefer not to watch them, he couldn’t say no to you after he noticed that glimmer of excitement in your eyes after you told him you wanted to test your bravery. That, of course, was short-lived because ten minutes in you were already blabbering out nonsense in pure fear. “Maybe we should stop, Y/N…” Zuho wasn’t even paying attention to the movie, he was purely worried about you and eyeing you carefully. You pushed aside the thought and continued with newly-found determination. You were sitting between his legs, but sitting upright while he laid back, slightly curved to the side so he could look at you. Your body was jumping in reaction to the jumpscares but you contained your screams to the point where tears were forming in your eyes. Zuho couldn’t continue to watch you torture yourself, so he sat up and covered your eyes gently with his hands.
“Don’t look anymore, I don’t want to see you scared.”
After a sort-of “game night” with the boys led you to lose a bet, they dared you to sit through one of the most terrifying slasher films they could think of, with all the lights turned off. Taeyang, trying to be supportive and secretly curious about your reactions, decided to join you. Not soon after you’re clenched onto him. Every time there’s a loud noise you jump. Taeyang holds you tight and giggles softly at your reactions. You tell him it’s too much and you can’t keep watching. He gently passes his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you.
“Aww it’s okay, I’ll protect you, just look at me instead.”
(ignore the text but also don’t cause oml he’s so precious please love him he loves us so much)
It’s late at night and you’re both bored out of your mind, so you decide to go out and watch a movie at the cinema. When you get there, you tell Hwiyoung to choose a movie so he picks randomly from the board. Unfortunately, his choice happens to be the scariest paranormal thriller of the year. Knowing you both are complete scaredy-cats, you suggest leaving without finishing the movie, but Hwiyoungs pride prevented him from bailing so you decided to stay. Half an hour later you’re both scared witless and Hwiyoung is letting out continuous dolphin squeals. You look at him and he meets your gaze. Neither of you has to say anything, you both instantly book it as if on cue. On the way home, you’re both pressed onto each other both scared and laughing at the same time, avoiding any strange shadow.
“Next time, you pick the movie!”
It was Halloween. Your school had decided to have a Horror Fest, which included a haunted house, themed games, creepy food and a scary movie marathon. They had turned the library into a makeshift cinema and students were pouring in. Chani had absolutely no idea you were terrified of horror films, and you didn’t plan on telling him. Because of that, you two were practically first in line since Chani wanted to get good seats. He paid the entrance fee and you both sat down practically at the front. The movie started and straight off the bat you were terrified, but Chani was so happy you kept quiet about it. The movie was downright horrifying, filled with rotting carcasses and ghostly women, but what scared you the most was that right behind you was a group of obnoxious girls over exaggerating and screaming out in fear. It put you on edge so much that a random loud noise during the movie made you scream at the top of your lungs. The only problem was that nobody else made a single noise. You nervously looked at Chani, who was staring at you, eyes widened in shock. You sunk into your seat in embarrassment and Chani let out a little laugh.
“Ya, you should have told me you got scared easily! I’ve already seen this movie, we could have gone to do something else!”
(I love this boy so much you have no idea)
This took SO LONG to write for the stupidest reasons XD Thank you guys for requesting! I’m so sorry I’m taking so long to make them all… I still have a scenario to write and I’m struggling but I almost got it done!! Thank you guys for your patience <3 I love you all!
(Found this gif of Zuho when I was looking for him and I had to add him look at this dork I love him #NoseSwag)
Bad and Boujee: Tom Holland x Black Reader Headcanon
For @hufflepuffholland and @spideyarms PoCofMarvel day which is a great day and it’s so exciting they’re putting it on. Here is a headcanon inspired by everything extra I hope to be in life haha. Hope you guys enjoy, I think I’m going to write something else for PoCofMarvel day later and then another general headcanon so stick around for that. With all that said, here we go. I have a LOT of ideas on this because tbh this would be me living my best life with my mans.
General relationship things between Reinhardt and his S/O? And maybe something fluffy? 💙
Yas good I love me a German Hammerzeit man!
Loves to carry a picture of you on like every device he owns. The wallpaper is either you looking Cute as Heck or of you both together
“Do you see this?” he shows all of his friends (no matter how annoyed they get) “this is Y/N and I on our trip to Germany!” “And this is Y/N standing at the museum! And this is Y/N eating a bagel!” like wow he is always So Excited ok????
Do you know the person at the office that’s the Love Sick one that always has to tell everyone about what their s/o is doing? This is Reinhardt at base. Whether or not you work there does not matter. Actually it’s probably funnier if you do work there, because the only thing you can do is smile, nod, and maybe giggle a little from how much he needs to tell everyone about what you guys did on the weekend
Keep in mind he does have class so it’s not like he’s going to gush about the sex life or any of that, just so much of the daily stuff. Like going shopping. Or walking the dog, lmao
Whenever he sees you his ENTIRE FACE just lights up and he practically bounds towards you because he wants to hug you SO MUCH and ALL THE TIME
His greeting kisses are always warm, and he will never not wrap his arms completely around you or pick you up if there’s a big height difference!
Please do not expect him to be quiet around you he only has one volume of voice and he can’t hold in the excitement and joy of being near you at any point in time
Do you know of the kind of boyfriend/spouse that willingly and enthusiastically is there for every event that you take part in like dance recital or something? This is Reinhardt
The Lord of Selfies for All Occasions
Okay maybe not SELFIES more like he loves taking pictures of you doing EVERYTHING
Going on trips with him basically consists of 90% of pictures having you in them and maybe the other 10 is you badgering him to STAND IN THE PHOTO WITH YOU and getting someone to take it with his camera
If you’re every tired (as in you yawn once) he immediately overdramatically announces he must CARRY YOU OFF TO BED no matter the time and will almost always sweep you up in his gigantic arms
“You are as wonderful as always <3” he’ll say, so often.
A giant German man that loves to have himself a good meal. If you can cook he is there For Life.
Actually loves small dogs so I hope you like small dogs too???
For stay-in movie nights he gets scared and VERY EMOTIONAL easily watching films where you’re supposed to cry together consist of you both uglycrying upon one another like “WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FILM”
Always wants to hold you. Always. He must always be the one that has his arms around you
Fucking loves it when you monkey-hug him with your arms and legs! He feels so needed and safe!
Will aggressively want to compete with every other couple on base if there’s ever like an office competition day “WHAT??? My sweet Y/N could beat ALL OF YOU at a potato slinging competition!!!” (Jack is not pleased)
Regardless of the task you are, in his eyes, automatically the best at it. He is always So Proud of You for doing literally anything (which is both endearing and silly)
Birthdays, he goes All Out and gets everyone on base to take part. His parties are always the most extravagant because he wants you to be the HAPPIEST YOU CAN BE!
The first time I ever heard the name Jack Kerouac I was fifteen years old and my dad was cracking a joke about my friend James Thiede who wanted to take a bus to California: “you guys want to be Jack Kerouac now huh?” I had never heard the name but man somehow right after hearing that I did want to be Jack Kerouac. Or at least know who he was. The name alone–the rhyme, the funny French vowels in the surname, it just sounds endearing. So I checked out On the Road from the Redford library. It turns out it was the perfect time in my life to come across him, I was going into my junior year of high school that fall which meant that my friends had licenses for the first time (I didn’t get mine until I was seventeen), which then in turn meant everyone was able to really start partaking in the activities high schoolers tend to partake in at night. Just by nature of having cars suddenly the world seemed so open to adventure. In retrospect many of these “adventures” have certainly been romanticized by nostalgia, after all driving around from parking lot to parking lot smoking pot after football games and drinking your parents’ weird liqueurs while listening to Built to Spill in the back of a minivan isn’t exactly Treasure Island, but reading Jack Kerouac made it all feel the more fantastic (in the most literal “of fantasy” sense). Reading Jack Kerouac that fall was the first time in my life my eyes were really opened to how fiction can make the mundane magical, how with just the slightest bit of imaginative perspective the everyday world could be transformed into the sublime. I was sixteen reading this book about this guy riding around with friends getting high and drunk “in the American night” looking for something to give life meaning and purpose and here I was doing the same thing for the first time. And for the first time in my life I saw fiction not as just entertainment or a window into some other world but also as some weird sort of funhouse mirror that could reflect life and refract it back upon itself in ways that made it seem more beautiful, more full of purpose. Reading Jack Kerouac meant that suddenly eating cheeseburgers in the glow of a diner at night could be beatific, and that drinking beer in an apartment while listening to records with friends could have the potential for religious experience.
Of course a lot of this is me being sixteen and having the sort of dopey, romantic feelings sixteen-year-olds have, but those are exactly the sort of feelings Kerouac plays too, he finds what Springsteen referred to as the “waltz between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy.” His perspective was so childlike and wondrous that he saw his life not only as adventure and material for fiction but also as part of this big intertextual tapestry of American history and literature. He sees Steinbeck characters in the faces of lunch cart cooks, sees the rolling land of America as the result of Paul Bunyan’s axe and other folk mythologies. The American landscape is one giant Thomas Hart Benton mural through Kerouac’s eyes. And so when reading Kerouac, I began to do the same as him- projecting the history of American fiction onto my reality- seeing Dean Moriarty and Carlo Marx in the faces of friends I was having my own nocturnal American adventures with.
I know for a lot of people it’s the bebop rhythm of his writing (“glug a slug from the jug”) or the spontaneous prose approach he had borrowed from the modernists and placed in a jazz improvisation context– writing full sized novels in weeks at a time holed up in bathrooms on Benzedrine—but for me it’s less about the form and process and more about his mood and tone. It’s that aforementioned childlike wonder that really gets me with Kerouac, the romance he finds in simple scenes like eating beans and hot dogs over a fire while hopping trains in The Dharma Bums, or finding redemption from his downward spiral into alcoholism through something as kind of simple and naïve as looking at the stars in his backyard at the end of Big Sur (“on soft spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars, something good will come from all things yet, and it will be golden and eternal just like that”). Perhaps the best example is the famous closing passage of On the Road. After following an over three-hundred-page journey that spans several years of traveling coast to coast across America all through his eyes he tracks the camera back to a bird’s eye view of America, and in one giant paragraph-sized sentence he paints the entire country going to bed:
“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight… the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”
He’s also at his best when his writing appeals directly to the senses. Short of Hemingway I don’t think I’ve read anyone who’s better at writing about food, from the apple pie in On the Road (“it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer”) to the breakfast he cooks for himself in The Railroad Earth:
“and make raisin toast by sitting it on a little wire I’d specially bent to place over the hotplate, the toast crackled up, there, I spread margarine on the still red hot toast and it too would crackle and sink in the golden, among burnt raisins and this was my toast. Then two eggs gently slowly fried in soft margarine in my little skidrow frying pan about half as thick as a dime in fact less, a little piece of tiny tin you could bring on a camp trip—the eggs slowly fluffed in there and swelled from butter steams and I threw garlic salt on them and when they were ready the yellow of them had been slightly filmed with a cooked white at the top from the tin cover I’d put over the frying pan, so now they were ready, and out they came, I spread them out on top of my already prepared potatoes which had been boiled in small pieces and then mixed with the bacon I’d already fried in small pieces, kind of raggedly mashed bacon potatoes, with eggs on top steaming, and on the side lettuce, with peanut nearby on side.”
This is the stuff that I love. It’s so simple. The guy devotes an entire page long paragraph to the breakfast he cooks for himself. That appetite too. You read that and suddenly you’re hungry, he’s great at that type of thing. If Kerouac writes about bowling, suddenly you want to go bowling.
Now I also should say there’s also a lot to Kerouac’s oeuvre that hasn’t exactly held up for me in the last seven years since I first read him, and specifically a lot of what I don’t like is directly connected to what I love so much. There are times for me when his childlike wonder and optimism can drift into the proto-hippy abstract a little too much, times when I wish Jack would kind of see the world through more of a rational, adult point of view. There are also times when this rose-tinted POV and childlike appetite for adventure can cast a shadow on his ethics, such as the myriad number of scenes throughout On the Road when you just want to grab Jack by the collar and beat it into his head that Neal Cassady isn’t a good guy. He has three different wives with children all across the country and here he is still behaving like he’s a kid, manically running back and forth across the country answering to nobody and living solely in search of “kicks”. Not to mention the different times both he and Jack discuss wanting to have sex with high school girls. That stuff pretty obviously can’t be reconciled. And as much as I’d like to section off the Jack Kerouac that I love and admire from the Jack Kerouac that makes me want to gag and regret ever mentioning that he’s a literary hero of mine, that’s just not possible. Those parts are connected.
But while it can be disheartening to see your heroes pale when you revisit them later on, the more critical approach that comes with rereading someone you loved in your youth as an adult I think can actually deepen the meaning of the work and your connection to it. When I first read Kerouac there was an authority that came with it. This was serious literature. The context of mystery and coolness that surrounded the book in my mind when I first found it that summer in high school meant that no matter what was written inside I was going to think it the greatest writing ever. But as I keep rereading it over the years I come at it each time with a more critical eye and I begin to pay attention to the authority of context that comes with reading writers that have been canonized. I start to notice that the Neal Cassady that I thought was so cool as a kid is actually a shitty father who cheats on his wives as well as a child predator. Now I start questioning if the Beats are just some hedonistic, self-righteous hipsters. After all this Neal Cassady is their proclaimed “Hero” and Jack and Allen are both very enchanted by his ethos and show no real signs of critique towards him. But then I remember that they were both also very religious. And quite pious too. Jack claims in the Dharma Bums that he was celibate for a year as part of his Buddhism. The sex, drugs & rock and roll jazz lifestyle they lived wasn’t solely for pure bodily pleasure, it was supposed to be part of a search for experience. “Truth”. I don’t know these days I feel about all of that. It becomes this big chess game of sincerity and authenticity that I don’t like getting into. “Were they doing this because they sincerely believed it or were they doing this to be cool?” I worry a lot about whether or not I identify with the Beats or not. When I imagine the Beat Generation that’s been portrayed to me over the years through pop culture I see a café filled goatees and berets and people snapping to spoken word poetry over congas. That feels really ridiculous to me. When I think about the real life antecedent for an image like this, like Ginsberg’s famous reading of “Howl” for the first time at the Six Gallery in San Francisco, and Kerouac’s recollection of this night that supposedly spearheaded the “San Francisco Renaissance”, how they passed around jugs of wine and started yelling things like “go!” and “yeah man you’ve got it!” like it’s a jazz club, I’ve got to be honest I kind of roll my eyes.” And I don’t like that I’ve become cynical like that. I hate that it turns into this game of “I really and truly and authentically like and “get” the Beats, you’re just posturing to be cool.” Because that’s how I got into them. I got into the Beats specifically because of this context of supposed cool that I saw around them when my dad first cracked that Kerouac joke and sent me down the rabbit hole that’s led me to right here, right now.
I know that I do love Jack Kerouac’s writing. It’s tender and exciting and it feels like talking to an old friend. It reads best in the late summer and the fall and it’s September now so.