Whenever Robert makes a lame joke thinking hes being the most hilarious person ever, have you noticed the cross or confused face Aaron pulls. I find it the cutest thing. The best one was in the hospital when Robert said let me think about it after the proposal, that frown by fluffy Aaron haha
ANON YES THIS IS SO CUTE AND SO PURE OH MY GOD
IM OBSESSED WITH THAT MOMENT BECAUSE ROBERT HAS SAT THERE AND MADE THE MOST SINCERE, HEARTFELT, BEAUTIFUL ROBERT SUGDEN BIG SPEECH™ HE HAS EVER MADE IN HIS LIFE
AND HIS EYES ARE ALL SHINY AND HIS VOICE IS SOFT AND HE LOOKS SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL
AND THEN AARON PROPOSES TO HIM AND HE’S LIKE UNSHED TEARS CENTRAL U KNO, HE CRACKS THIS STUPID JOKE ABOUT HAVING TO THINK ABOUT IT AND HIS VOICE AND FACE COMPLETELY BETRAY HIS EMOTIONS, HE CANT EVEN BEGIN TO PUT ANY EFFORT INTO LOOKING LIKE HE MEANS IT
AND AARON’S FACE STILL DROPS. AARON WHO SPENT YEARS WANTING ROBERT TO LOVE HIM IN A ‘I’M YOURS AND YOURS ALONE FOREVER’ WAY, WHO STILL ABSOLUTELY DOESNT BELIEVE THAT ROBERT IS HIS TO KEEP FOREVER (AS WE ARE SHOWN EXPLICITLY TIME AND TIME AGAIN) STILL, AFTER ALL OF THAT, AFTER EVERYTHING DOESNT TRUST IT
AND THEN ROBERT QUICKLY DROPS THE JOKE, TAKES IT BACK AND LAUGHS AND IT’S! SO! SOFT! HIS VOICE IS SO! SOFT! AND THEY LITERALLY LOOK……. SO IN LOVE WITH ONE ANOTHER……. AND I UNDERSTAND THIS WASNT THE POINT OF YOUR ASK BUT THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVOURITE SCENES AND I GOT CARRIED AWAY BUT YES UM YES I AGREE THIS IS THE MOST PURE THING
Imagine Percy and Nico buying a house together in New Rome for their family. They would sit on the porch swing and watch their kids play together, they same swing they held their kids on as babies.
Percy and Nico going camping together. Percy would try to build a fire and Nico would kick at the stupid tent every time he messed something up. Percy thinks Nico’s rages are funny, so Nico pours water on the one twig Percy got to finally smoke.
When Nico decided to go back to school, the transition from no high school experience to college was long and painful. The thing that kept him up through the hardest studying nights was Percy’s blue cookies and support.
Both Percy and Nico waking up in the middle of the night and cuddling while watching Tv is so cute. Or with pillow talk and cuddling.
im not gonna get to see teddy falling in love with emily as he gets over his dumb arrogance or jackie being revealed to be crimson fox or van wayne being used as an example of how men w\privilege are stupid or ron using his cuteness as a crutch or wendy hijiks, least of all no more slytherin emily locke who just wants to karaoke with her friends.
Omg at giggling during sex <3 like you're midway through and he goes, "hey you wanna hear a funny joke?" And you go "wtf Harry. not the time." And he goes "I know, I know, but it was so funny and I can't stop thinking about it," and you're annoyed but he's already giggling and looks so cute and so you give in. And the joke is truly so stupid but you both can't stop giggling into one another. And then harry, still balls deep in you, puts on a mock serious face and says "right, back to it."
StOP and you’re cracking up, even when it starts to die down. Or one of you will remember the joke minutes later and it’ll start up all over again. And he’s smiling at you “STOP laughing!”
of PDA, everywhere. He’s not ashamed to show everyone that you’re
his, not a all. It doesn’t have to be too sexual though, he just
likes to hold your hand or having you close to him
always trying to make you smile
honestly the cutest dork
had to beat Bryce’s ass more than once because of his inappropriate
comments about you
secretly sneaking in your bedroom pretty much every night and
leaving early in the morning after cuddles, causing him to be tired
during the whole day at school
often missed his trainings because of that
the reason why he often ditches his plans with the guys
the first person that comes to his mind when he needs to talk
basically the mom of the boys group
Bryce that he’ll end up in jail because of all the bullshits he does
out a lot with Justin after school because he always makes you laugh
which makes Zach extremely jealous
and the guys were watching the both of you laugh
you go ask him what’s up he gives you the silent treatment
avoids your gaze, only answers with “Hmm.”
eventually get that he’s jealous and hug him by behind as tightly as
you can, and he tries to shove you away but you literally turned
into a giant koala
stop.“ ”I won’t move unless you tell me what’s
always with Justin.“ ”Awh. Is my baby jealous ?“
you asked playfully as you kissed his neck, making him turn his head
to the side. ”No. And don’t call me that.“ ”What
? Baby ?“ you mocked him. ”Stop.“ he tried to sound
like he was mad. ”Baby, baby. You’re my baby.“ He sighed
again and bit his lip to hide his smile. ”God you’re annoying.“
You snuggled your face in his neck and circled it as you left kisses
on his skin. ”Zach, you’re the only one I’m in love with. You
and only you. I love you.“ you said before leaving a kiss on
his cheek. He sighed, smiled and finally took one of your hands and
brought it to his mouth before leaving a kiss on it. ”I love
you too idiot.“
say that the guys wouldn’t stop mocking you after that
his jersey and attending all his games
THAT’S MY BOY, YOU GO BABY“
all the attention on you doesn’t bother you at all, fuck everyone
his little sister with him when his parents are out
watching you in awe as you listen to her sister talking about her
friends while she tries to bread your hair
sister absolutely loves you and always asks Zach about you
being pretty sure that you’ll end up married in the future
always being there for him, even more when he discovers the tapes
drunk texts of him when you can’t be at one of Justin’s party
calling Alex and asking him to keep an eye on Zach, just in case he
does stupid things
the one who explains to Justin that Jessica won’t take him back and
that you completely agree with her, but that you’ll still be there
for him, no matter what
hugging you really tightly after that and of course, Zach saw it.
he quickly calmed down when you tell him why you shared a hug
one of his shirt that you always bring with you on holiday so when
you sleep you can smell his scent as if he was with you
tons of adorable, funny, cute, awkward and weird selfies of the
other in your phones
pouted when he discovered the awkward selfie of him as your lock
screen but he secretly loved it
don’t fight often but when you do it’s like a "let’s see who
can hurt the other the most” game
results as you both not talking for a day
he sends you a pic of him with a pouting face with and a “don’t
you wanna talk to your favorite idiot ? :(” text
love you.” *kiss on your lips* “So” *kiss on your
nose* “Fucking” *kiss on your cheek* “Much.”
*kiss on your forehead*
being a fool for you
gifts from the both of you
him preparing his biology tests
once offered him your pen that just ran out of ink and said “It
reminded me of how empty your brain can be sometimes”
died of laughter that day
pouted all day
just the cutest couple of all times
been elected the king and queen of the prom
He’s so gorgeous, the gods must’ve created him. And he knows it.
King of selfies. (Will take any opportunity to send you a picture of his god-given looks.)
A narcissist? Yes. But he’s not totally like that. He’s hardworking and caring. Remember that even when he’s supposedly “resting” he still works somehow? His determination is admirable.
Although contanstly told he was ugly by his family and that being an actor was a stupid idea, he still made it. Zen made his dream a reality and he did it through talent alone. He didn’t receive any sort of financial help or whatnot from others.
And he also has this side to him, a side only the mc gets to see. Just look at that smile, that smile where his eyes turn into crescent moons and he blushes. So cute.
A true gentleman:
His phone calls are so sweet and cute. ❤️
Finally gets on good terms with Jumin. "Did you just laugh right now?”
Loves the MC and will protect her at all costs.
Remember Zen’s “Cinderella” phone call?
“Most women want to be Cinderella, right? But I feel like I’m Cinderella…My parents weren’t bad people, I just grew up struggling a lot. And then I met Prince Charming. Someone who was as strong and as beautiful as that prince. That was you. I’ve always wanted to tell you that. I’ve been bewitched from the first time I saw you, but unlike the fairy godmother’s magic, this spell will last forever.”
LOVE HIM PLS
Introduces the MC as his girlfriend to the public after clearing his name from false accusations made by Echo Girl.
Forever the cheesy romantic one.
“…No matter how far apart we are, we’ll always think of each other.”
okay so you might think neil would be the one to break the news that he and andrew are married to the world but i’m convinced people get to know about it when neil does something stupid or reckless or cute or selfless or all of the above and andrew says “i’m getting a divorce”. neil grins the goofiest grin. andrew doesn’t show any emotion. whoever is there with them screams.
this is titled “i-have-art-block-and-cant-produce-anything-except-bullshit-so-here-is-a-generic-¾-view-bust-of-lance-BUT-WITH-GLASSES.png” on my laptop.
idk this is a college au or something he’s reading a really smart astrophysics book or whatever offscreen that’s why he looks so serious it has nothing to do with the fact that I CAN’T DRAW ANYTHING EXCEPT GENERIC ¾ VIEW UNSMILING BUSTS RIGHT NOW
klance under the cut just in case some of y’all dont ship it
Could you possibly do a hc where Dan is at a friends house and Phil (his friends older brother) happens to be home with them since their parents aren't home. Dans friend has to go to the store and get something and Phil decides to have fun with his little brothers friend. You can make them any age you'd like.
~ this is shit but! it’s something! ~
~ dan is 16 and phil is 17, almost 18 ~
~ phil’s brother is named jordan bc idk ~
Dan knocked on the door, frowning and biting his lip. It was a bad habit he had developed, especially when he was nervous or particularity anxious.
This was his third time going to his friend Jordan’s house, and he wasn’t any less nervous. Jordan was nice enough, he sat by Dan at lunch when no one else had and talked to him about Pokémon. Dan was just scared he was going to do something wrong. He always did. He didn’t want to lose another friend.
Dan heard the lock click and the door swung open; his eyes widened.
A boy answered the door, a boy he hadn’t seen before. He had messy black hair, sex hair basically, and his blue eyes sparkled when they landed on Dan. A cocky smirk seemed to be plastered to his face.
“Hey,” he said, leaning on the door frame and looking Dan over. Dan crossed his arms; it felt oddly sexual. “You’re Dan, right? You’re cute. Jordan didn’t tell me you were so cute.”
“Phil!” Came a shrill voice from behind him, and Jordan pushed him to the side, offering Dan an apologetic look. “Sorry about that, that’s my stupid brother. Come on in.”
Dan nodded, pressing his lips together and letting Jordan pull him inside, avoiding Phil’s predatory gaze as he passed.
Jordan led him to the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smiling at him.
“My parents aren’t home, they left me with Phil.” He rolled his eyes. “They needed some ‘time alone’, they said…”
“They’re probably fucking!” Phil shouted from the other room.
“I was just making food…” he mumbled, ignoring him, a bit of ginger hair falling in his eyes, and he brushed it away. “But I think we’re out of ramen.”
“I ate it!” Came Phil’s voice from the other room, along with a laugh. Jordan cursed under his breath.
“But I’m really hungry and he ate all the rest of the food too…” he continued, glaring at the door. “So I think I need to go to the store. Wanna come?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully. Dan was highly aware of Phil who had just entered, leaning against the door frame.
“Yeah Dan,” he started, smirking, his eyes scoping Dan out. “Wanna come?”
Jordan glanced at him nervously, chuckling awkwardly. Dan’s eyes widened.
“Er, I think I’ll stay here, I brought some homework and stuff so I should be fine.” Dan flashed him a smile, biting his lip. Jordan shrugged.
“Alright then,” he mumbled, moving to grab his jacket from a hook on the kitchen wall. “I’ll be right back. Phil,” he turned to his brother, who raised his eyebrows. “Don’t sexually harass my friend.”
The door slammed, and he was gone.
Dan wasn’t going to lie, the sexual tension was unbearable with Phil watching him like he wanted to eat him. Dan bit his lip, glancing at his feet.
“Your name’s Dan, right?” He asked, stepping a bit closer.
“Yeah,” Dan mumbled.
“Well my name’s Phil,” he said, stepping forward again. He checked his wrist, frowning at his watch. “The name you’ll be screaming in about… I’d say about two minutes.”
Dan’s eyes widened as Phil chuckled, drawing his finger up Dan’s jaw. He leaned down, kissing just below Dan’s ear, as if to just test his reaction. He smirked when Dan moaned softly, tilting his head back.
“Yeah,” Phil breathed. “I’m gonna cover that pretty neck of yours in marks.”
“B-But,” Dan’s voice broke, and he backed away a little. “You’re Jordan’s brother… I don’t think he’d-”
“Why does he matter?” Phil muttered, brushing some hair away from Dan’s face and frowning.
“Because… I don’t think he’d like it if I-”
“Babe,” Phil laughed, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. I want you, he doesn’t control me. I fuck who I want.”
Dan tensed up as he spoke, Phil was leaning closer until their noses were practically touching. Dan’s breath caught. Phil slid his hands down Dan’s side, admiring his shape and kneading his ass in both of his hands.
“Dan…” he started slowly, offering him a smile. “If I kiss you, you have to promise you won’t run away.”
Dan thought about it. He had an attractive guy practically feeling him up, asking to kiss him, in his friends kitchen. An attractive guy practically two years older than him, Jordan had said his brother was almost eighteen. Dan felt himself nod slowly.
Phil smirked, pulling Dan forward roughly by the hips, kissing him on the mouth.
Dan whimpered into the kiss, somewhat surprised by the force in Phil’s movements, but soon he melted into Phil’s lips and his hands gliding over Dan’s curves.
Phil was good at kissing, better than good. His mouth slid easily against Dan’s, and he took dominance immediately. He reached up with one hand to touch Dan’s face, the other still squeezing his ass.
Dan jumped forward when Phil slipped his hand down the back of his jeans, so now the front of their bodies were pressed together. Phil chuckled, kneading Dan’s flesh, and Dan buried his face in Phil’s neck. He was incredibly hard, and he was positive Phil could feel it.
“Fuck you’re pretty,” Phil breathed, kissing down Dan’s jaw to his throat messily.
“Promise?” Dan giggled. Phil shook his head, in awe.
“Yes, baby boy.”
Phil picked Dan up in one smooth movement, making Dan gasp and wrap his limbs around him, grasping at his shirt. Phil walked them backwards, slamming Dan against the wall.
He kissed him again, more messy and desperate this time, and Dan moaned against his mouth.
“Can we go to your room or something?” Dan gasped, gaining back his confidence. “I don’t really fancy Jordan finding us out here…”
“Yeah,” Phil agreed, breathing heavily. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He set Dan down, tugging him after him by the sleeve to the hallway. They didn’t get ten steps before Phil was shoving him against the wall again, attacking his neck and jaw and mouth. Dan moaned loudly, grasping desperately at his shoulders.
“In here,” Phil mumbled, pushing Dan through a door and pulling him forward by his hips. Dan looked around as Phil nipped at his throat, frowning.
“Isn’t this… Jordan’s room?” Dan asked, pausing to mutter a ‘fuck’ under his breath. Phil smirked.
“Yeah, but i figure we’re doing him a favor. This is probably the only time anything remotely like this happens in here…” Phil laughed, pushing his hands under Dan’s shirt. “Plus I couldn’t wait,” he added huskily.
Dan let Phil push him back on the bed, because honestly, he couldn’t wait either.
Phil tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, before crawling over Dan. He pushed Dan’s legs open, leaning over him so their crotches were rubbing together, slowly grinding down on him and drawing a moan out of Dan’s mouth.
Phil grinned, kissing him deeply and pulling at his shirt. Dan lifted him arms, letting him take it off. Phil sat up.
“I’ll be right back,” he said quickly, practically falling off the bed. Dan giggled. “Take those jeans off.”
Dan did as he said, discarding his jeans somewhere besides the bed. He felt a pang of guilt about doing this in Jordan’s bed, but it vanished when Phil got back, reduced down to his own boxers and holding a condom and a bottle of lube.
He kissed up Dan’s inner thigh as he crawled up the bed again, making Dan shudder and grip the sheets.
“Baby boy,” Phil breathed, his words brushing Dan’s neck. “Are you sure you want this?”
The fact that Phil was asking shot affection through Dan’s body, and he nodded.
“Yes,” he muttered, tugging Phil’s boxers down slightly. “Yes, god, yes Phil.”
“Good,” Phil said, grinning and helping Dan take his boxers off. “Good.”
Dan’s own boxers were off in seconds, and Phil was brushing his thumb over his entrance.
Phil leaned forward, kissing him deeply, all lips and tongue and heat, as he pushed a finger into him. Dan shuddered and arched his back, a strangled whine falling from his mouth.
“Shh,” Phil whispered, peppering light kisses all over Dan’s face and watching him carefully. “Shh, baby, it’s okay, you’re doing such a good job.”
He kneaded Dan’s thigh gently, adding another finger and grinning as Dan started grinding back on him.
“Such a good boy,” he muttered, pumping his fingers, curling every now and then and making Dan fall apart beneath him.
Soon enough he was pulling them out, rolling on the condom and lubing himself up. Dan watched through heavy lidded eyes, letting out little hums and whines of pleads.
“Baby,” Phil mumbled, pressing his tip to his entrance. “Don’t hold back, alright? Want you to moan for me, want you to scream my name like a slut.”
Dan could hardly nod before Phil was slamming into him, bottoming out with one thrust. Dan gasped, a loud strangled moan ripping from his throat. He grabbed at Phil’s form, desperate for something to hold on to.
Phil groaned, long and steady, as he began to push in and out, biting down on Dan’s shoulder.
“Fuck, Dan, you’re so tight…” he gasped, his stomach tensing up and heaving from his heavy breathing. Dan whined, throwing his head back.
“Harder,” he breathed.
“Are you sure?”
Phil nodded, watching Dan’s face as he snapped his hips roughly, and Dan screamed.
Phil moaned, sucking on his neck and fucking into him harder. “That’s it, princess, scream my name. That’s it baby.”
Dan’s head was going foggy, all he could comprehend was YES, yes, god he felt so good. Phil’s hips hitting his, burying his cock so deep into him… fuck, it was heaven.
“Dan,” Phil said, his voice strained. “Fuck fuck fuck, Dan, so good, I’m gonna cum.” He took Dan’s cock in his hand, jerking him off, incredibly fueled by Dan’s noises and the way he was arching his back and throwing his head on the pillow.
“Ah-” Dan gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m c-close, I’m close Phil, shit-”
“That’s it baby, meet my thrusts. Such a good boy, meet daddy’s thrusts… just like that.”
Phil froze when he heard the door open, the creaking of the bedsprings and Dan’s moans slightly messing with what he could hear, so maybe he was imagining it. But-
“Phil?” Jordan’s voice called. “Dan? Guys?”
Phil slapped a hand over Dan’s mouth, not stilling his moments completely, but slowing down. He knew he should stop, try to get them presentable, but he was so close… He grinded his cock into the boy beneath him thoroughly, trying to get him there through going deep instead of hard and fast. Dan’s noises were still clear, although muffled.
Phil replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing Dan to keep him quiet, groaning as he felt Dan moan against his mouth.
“Phil? Why are your jeans in the hallway…?”
Dan whined, cum streaking his stomach and his back arching, and Phil kissed him harder, letting go into the condom.
Phil pulled out quickly, discarding of it in a wastebasket and pulling Dan up. He dressed him as fast as he could, getting Dan to help slightly, but not much. He pulled on his own shirt, grabbing a pair of Jordan’s jeans and pulling them on, even though they were clearly too tight.
“Phil…?” Jordan pushed open the door, frowning at them suspiciously. “What are you doing in my room?”
Phil smiled at him. “Oh, just messing with your shit. Dan really wanted to see your drawer of sex toys.”
Jordan’s eyes widened and he glared at Phil. “I do not have a drawer of sex toys!”
Phil shrugged, standing up and punching his brother’s shoulder. “Whatever you say buddy.”
“Why were your jeans in the hallway?”
Phil shrugged, trying to seem casual. “Must have dropped them when I did the laundry. And…” he looked down at Jordan’s jeans he was wearing. “Mine must have shrunk…?”
Jordan frowned, but nodded slowly.
Dan stood, practically falling but Phil leaned forward and caught him at the last second. Dan laughed nervously.
“Feet fell asleep,” he mumbled. “Happens a lot.”
“Mhm,” Jordan said, staring at him suspiciously, but like he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Alright then, well, Dan, Arianna invited us to lunch so…”
“Yeah! Uh, yeah, let’s… do that.”
Phil grabbed Dan’s butt as he walked by, and winked when Dan glared at him.
“You know, I like this kid. You should invite him around more often.”
TWO DAYS LATER
“PHIL?! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A USED CONDOM IN MY BIN!”
What if Harry and Draco had been together for a while and one of them had to go away for a while and they are on the phone and then one of them says "turn around" and there they are!!! Did this make any sense
Draco hated muggle devices.
He hated the ridiculously loud telly vision, he abhorred everything that had to do with the terrifying things called vacuum cleaners, and telly phones were no different.
They were small to hold, blindingly bright and too loud for Draco’s taste.
(That, and they didn’t exactly look pretty.)
(Yes, Harry did buy him a silver one, which was fine, but still.)
He never understood muggle devices, either. He just let Harry deal with that stuff, watching his boyfriend wave around with a duster, apparently persistent on using the stuff he’d grown up with rather than using his wand.
(Harry had always been stubborn, after all. It’s why Draco had fallen for him in the first place. Well, that, and of course his magnificent arse.)
The only times he liked to use phones was when his boyfriend - his stupidly successful and famous boyfriend - was out on a mission for work, unable to use magic to avoid getting his location known. Because then they could call, Draco standing in the dark of his bedroom, trying to keep his voice even and far from worried (Harry away on a mission always made him go crazy, but Harry didn’t need to know that.) Because then they could talk and talk and talk, Draco helping Harry to stay awake and focused, ending up falling asleep with each other’s breathing in their ears, a calming reminder that the other was still there, still alive.
Draco was standing in their bedroom right now, the blasted muggle device against his ear, Harry’s voice rumbling through the speaker.
And Draco was trying hard not to cry.
(Harry had been gone for almost two weeks now, and it didn’t seem as if the mission would be done very soon. He knew Harry’s job was important, he knew that the ‘bad guys’ needed to get caught, but goddamnit couldn’t the criminals give his poor boyfriend a break? Give him a break? He needed his boyfriend, he needed to hold his hand, he needed to kiss him until his lips were swollen and almost painful.)
“I miss you,” Draco whispered, not quite succeeding in keeping his voice even.
“I miss you too,” Harry murmured back, soft but not any less sincere. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Draco snorted - half a laugh, half a sob. “You better, you prick. I need someone to make a mess of the kitchen, it’s almost scary how clean it is nowadays.”
Harry laughed, and something twisted in Draco’s chest.
“I need someone to never turn off the light when they leave the room,” Draco continued, wanting to hear that laugh again and again and again - “I need someone to forget to close the fridge, I need someone who always leaves their glasses on their nightstand.”
“Someone to yell at you when you use up all the hot water again,” Harry chipped in, and Draco scoffed.
“As if you’ve never heard of warming spells, Potter.” When Harry didn’t answer, Draco sighed. “Just… Come back, alright? It’s boring here without your annoying face.”
“Hey, Draco,” Harry suddenly said, his voice sounding a bit off, “could you turn around?”
“Why would I -”
“Just do it.”
Half thinking his boyfriend had gone mad, Draco turned on his heels.
And promptly dropped his phone.
The loud crack it made when it connected with the floor didn’t bother Draco in the slightest - because oh, Harry was standing there, a stupid grin on his face and his eyebrows knitted together, ridiculously cute, his hair standing in every possible direction and holding his phone against his ear - such a unexpected sight that Draco had difficulty finding his breath.
“Uh, hi,” Harry said, waving sheepishly. “Surprise?”
“Harry,” he breathed, and he didn’t wait for Harry to say something - and jumped towards him, kissing him full on the mouth, his hands immediately in Harry’s hair, tugging at the strands so hard it must’ve been painful but he didn’t care because Harry was with him, Harry was home -
Harry’s phone dropped to the floor, too, when he automatically wrapped his arms around a crying Draco.
Just thinking about Jack and Bitty spending that first night truly alone in Providence really makes me smile?
Imagining them going about their evening routines and just learning more about each other through small everyday things.
Like Jack leaning against the bathroom counter, watching Bitty put toothpaste on his toothbrush and he goes “You wet your toothbrush before putting the toothpaste on?”
And Bitty just raises an eyebrow and replies, “Yeah, why?” Jack shrugs in response and gives him a small smile, “Just wondering.”
Or like Jack is loading dirty dishes into the dishwasher and Bitty is like, “You put the forks in tines down?” And Jack just nods and carries on loading dishes.
“Yeah.” He replies. “Maman was always worried that I’d stick myself with a fork or knife when I unloaded dishes as a kid. Guess I never grew out of it. Haha.”
Just the idea of them learning the stupid, little things about each other really makes me happy.
Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a failing grade, Y/N…” Mr.Ransford frowned,“ You should’ve saved your work somewhere separately you know?”
You gaped at him in complete shock, as everything came crashing down on you.
“B-but you don’t understand! It wasn’t my fault-” you stammered, your hands flailing around in a frenzy as you attempted to explain your dire situation to your psychology professor.
“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m afraid we can’t discuss this right now, I have a class in 2 minutes. We’ll talk later, hm?” he said as you sighed, your shoulders slumping in utter defeat.
He patted your shoulders in sympathy as you walked out of the door, tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of all your hard work that was now flushed down the drain. All because of one boy.
That damn Jeon Jungkook.
“YAH!” you yelled, raging, as you approached the boys, a deadly glare in your eyes as you grabbed Jungkook by the collar of his tshirt. Pulling him up from the bleachers where him and the rest of his friends were sitting, all of them gasped, mouths going agape as they witnessed their golden maknae get manhandled by you.
“Y/N~What a pleasure,” Jungkook said, giving you a lazy smirk.
Your blood boiled at the audacity the boy had, to address you in such a way, after he had destroyed your chance at a good grade- heck a good year of college. Without thinking first, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face, the contact shooting vibrations of pain down your arm as the noise echoed in the air. Immediate silence followed, everyone looking at the two of you with rounded eyes as Jungkook himself, was in shock.
You stood there, your chest rising up and down, breathing heavy as you glowered at him. His hands flew to his cheek as he let out a stream of curse words, his gaze landing on yours, fire kindling in his eyes as he reddened in embarrassment.
I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^
“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”
“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.
Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.
“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.
It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -
“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”
Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.
“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”
“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”
This is going great, said a little voice in his head.
aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering
• pairing: min yoongi x
reader • genre/warnings: mature
themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language, fluff • words: 11,520 → summary: Yoongi can’t remember
the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm,
then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s
where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand
jobs for a living… • note. inspired by the
novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the character’s past