he is ugly you say

6

This is Ignis.

He’s glad that Ravus is all-right.

(Previously on ‘This Is…’)

About You - Jughead Jones

Jughead x reader where they have a fight?

I didn’t know what type of fight you wanted so, it turned into fluff because I’m total and utter trash! It has a bad ending but that’s because I never wanted it to end. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale


You got the text from Jughead around 4pm, that said to come over to his house. You almost didn’t go, due to the amount of homework you had, but at 4:18 pm you were already in his driveway. His parents weren’t home, as usual, so you just walked into the house.

“Jughead? What’s wrong?” You shouted, wandering around the house looking for your friend. You walked up the carpeted staircase and turned left into his room. There you saw him, sprawled out on the floor with his back leaning against the side of his bed. The cuts and bruises on his arms and face looked fresh and he seemed like he was in pain. You rushed over and crouched next to him, you leaned over grabbing his face carefully in your hands.

“Jug, what happened?” You asked, he turned his face in your hands so he could look you in the eyes, but he didn’t speak. His blue eyes were unreadable as he took in your features. “Was it Reggie?” You asked, but he still didn’t reply. He just closed his eyes and leaned his face against your palm. You slowly got up, “I’ll grab some meds.” You exited his room and into the bathroom. There you opened a cabinet and grabbed some pain killers and hydrogen peroxide for his cuts.

When you returned to his room, Jughead was trying to get up to do who knows what. You set the medicine down on his dresser and put your hands on your hips. He almost didn’t notice the look you were giving him, until you cleared your throat. His eyes landed on you, and despite the pain, he gave you a little smile. “You look cute when you’re pissed off.” If it wasn’t for the situation, you might’ve blushed harder, but you just looked at him. “Sit down, Jug.”

“I have to type. Just really quick.” He said as his limped over to his desk. It looked like he would fall at any second, so you walked over and guided him to his bed. “You can type later. But for now,” you said sitting him on his bed, “just sit.” He listened and didn’t move as you pressed a rag soaked in the peroxide to his cuts. He let out small hisses of pain to which you muttered ‘sorry.’ You weren’t sorry though, not really. He had been getting into fights whenever he could and you were tired of playing nurse with him afterwards. So after you had cleaned his cuts and made him down a few pain killers, you let him have it.

“This fighting with people needs to end! I’m tired of seeing you beat up like this.” You yelled, throwing your hands in the air. “You don’t understand, I did it for-”

“Your novel; I know, but that doesn’t justify it Jug!” You said, interrupting him. He looked up at you from his spot on his bed, blue eyes watching you intensely while you shouted at him. “What ever they said they said about your novel or you shouldn’t provoke you like this! Normally you wouldn’t even care so what-” He was on his feet now, a mere inches away from you. You became silent at the sudden closeness. “They weren’t bashing on me, Y/N.” His voice was in a deep whisper as he spoke, “They were saying ugly, horrible things about you and I wouldn’t have that. You out of all people, do not deserve that.” Before you could stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around his waist and drew him into a hug. He had to lean down to hug you properly, but he couldn’t have cared less. You felt tears behind your eyes, but fought them back. You managed to choke out, “I’m sorry, Jug,” and you meant it this time.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he whispered, “it’s okay that you got mad at me. I was mad at me.” He pulled back slightly and gestured to his face, “Like, I’m really bad at fighting, I was pissed I couldn’t defend you.” You let out a laugh and the tears you had been holding back fell onto your cheeks. He brushed them away the moment he saw them and fought the urge to kiss them away. You leaned in again, for another hug, and placed your head on his chest. His hand stroked your back soothingly and you were amazed by what a great friend he was to you. His ‘I-don’t-care’ attitude could be overwritten, just for you. That thought alone made you dangerously hopeful he liked you back. It stayed quiet a few moments longer, until you spoke up again. “Promise you won’t fight anymore?” You looked up at Jughead, and from this angle it looked like he was tired. “I can’t promise that Y/N, not if they keep making fun of you.” You swallowed hard at his words and thought about what to say next. You didn’t have to say anything though; Jughead was finished waiting and pushing his true feelings back. “It’s because I love you, that I can’t promise.” He whispered. You pulled back only enough to see his face, and saw the weight of his words in his eyes. Your lips curved into a smile and heat nipped at your cheeks.

“I love you too, Jug.” A small, but true smile crept it’s way to his lips. His hand came up to your jaw, then your cheek, resting it there. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “When do you have to go home?” He whispered, walking backwards and pulling you along with him. “Not for a while.” You murmured and Jughead nodded at he pulled you down to lay on his bed next to him. You smiled at him before carefully taking his hat off his head and running your fingers through his dark, thick hair. He closed his eyes and laid more comfortably beside you. He put one of his arms around your waist, pulling your side closer to his chest. You smiled at his actions and continued to play with his hair. “I’m crazy about you.” He murmured, kissing your cheek lazily. You let out a small laugh and watched as he fell asleep.  

boyfriend!Hoseok

find jungkook (here), v (here), yoongi (here) & jimin (here

  • hoseok, with as wild and open as he can be, is someone that romantically needs familiarity,,,,,,,like he’s the classic case of “oh no im in love with my best friend”
  • except he’s really good at hiding it from other members and people because yeah he initiates skinship with you, throws his hand around your shoulder when you’re showing him something on your phone, ruffles your hair, tells you you look cute when you wear something new or cut your hair, but hoseok is like this with literally everyone so you never know whose special to him ,,,,,,in that way
  • but hoseok plans his confession,,,,he doesn’t fall into his feelings headfirst like jimin or get straight to the point like yoongi,,,,,,he takes the time to learn what you like and who you are as a friend and then,,,,,when he feels like it’s right 
  • he asks you out and it feels like a shock,,,,because you?? hoseok chose ,,,,,,,you??
  • and it’s not secret that everyone always makes up assumptions about hoseok’s love life because with a personality so bright and so,,,,,hot,,,,,there’s got to be a long list of people willing to do hoseok’s every bidding
  • but here he is, standing in front of you with flowers on a saturday night and he wants you,,,,,,,to go on a date with him
  • and it’s a date that seems almost perfectly catered to you. hoseok remembers that movie you wanted to see,,,,,,he remembers that you like popcorn a certain way even if he doesn’t like it like that,,,,,,he knows that you always pick seats towards the middle of the row,,,,,,he gives you his jacket because the theater is cold
  • and after he knows what restaurant you’ve been dying to try,,,,,he picked a theater close to it,,,,,,he points out that he likes how you look in the lighting and that afterwords you guys should take a photo together to remember this day
  • when the waiter takes your order hoseok asks if the dish you’re getting has anything that you might get sick from and it’s so considerate?????
  • but that’s hoseok and ,,,,,,,he knows,,,,,,you,,,,,,he knows your quirks and habits and what you like and don’t like,,,,,,,,,,
  • and when he’s walking you home,,,,,,hoseok asks  you to close your eyes for a moment. he wants to give you a gift
  • and so  you do and you feel something drop into your hands and quietly you ask if you can open your eyes but he says,,,no there’s one more thing,,,,,,,
  • and that’s when you feel his hand on your cheek, gentle and delicate,,,,,,his warm breath and how he smells really good up close,,,,,,
  • “can i?” he asks for permission, just like a gentlemen and when you nod he kisses you with such softness???? such,,,,,,restraint because you can feel a chill go down your spine and his almost at the same time
  • and hoseok wouldn’t want to be rude and take it to far on the first date but if you grab him, open your eyes and ask him to kiss you again well,,,,,,
  • then hoseok takes a hold of your waist, lets you tangle your fingers in his hair and he kisses you the way he’s been dreaming of kissing you for soooooo long and you can see his restraint is broken,,,,and your lips are both going to be swollen,,,,,but it doesn’t matter because
  • now hoseok knows another thing about you: you,,,,get weak in the knees for his lips hehe
  • and hoseok is such a charmer,,,,,you get home and you’re still giddy over everything and you get a text that just reads “my angel, goodnight~” 
  • and just that makes you fall over onto your bed with hearts in your eyes because,,,,,,,,,,oh god you’ve liked hoseok for so long and finally,,,,finally he’s shown you that you’re,,,,the one he likes too
  • but hoseok has a bad habit of being selfless and you learn this over the course of your dates where sure you two will do things you like,,,,,,,but you never hear hoseok as much as mention what he wants to do
  • so that’s why you always ask hoseok that instead of doing something for yourself or whatever how about you two do something new???
  • and hoseok loves this,,,,,because hoseok likes going out and being active and you guys throw away the notion that you have to stick to what you know to have fun
  • like sure why not go to the new amusement park, get scared on the rides together and scream your lungs out while holding hands????? a new rollerskating rink is open,,,,,can either of you roller skate????? what does it matter! you have each other!!! a cafe just got opened and they have raccoons??? ok hoseok might be a little frightened but he wants to go and wow now you guys get to tell everyone in bts you petted a raccoon named sylvester like,,,,,,,life is for living so why not do it together with the person you trust the most
  • and hoseok every now and then will pull out the romantic,,,,picnic by han river, cuddling under the stars thing that you like but you always make sure to set up a nice date at the practice studio where you and hoseok put on random music and dance around while no one else is there
  • namjoon once walked in on you guys dancing and hoseok was doing a handstand while you were holding his ankles and namjoon was like,,,,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,im out
  • and you and hoseok were like,,,,,,we might have scarred him,,,,,oh well
  • but what hoseok is really the best at,,,,i mean he’s the best at everything, but what he does that no one else has ever done for you is he supports you with his entire heart.
  • he never has doubts about your dreams and he never makes you feel like something is impossible. he trusts your decisions and gives his wholehearted love to you,,,,,,,
  • if you have a dream, hoseok shares that dream with you. that never changes about him
  • even if everyone else tells you you’re pushing it, even if they’re your family or close friends, hoseok will tell you with all his honesty that he thinks you can achieve anything
  • he’s always smiling, arms open to hold you, in your times of needs and that kind of emotional support is something that isn’t common. not the the level of hoseok
  • and sure he worries about your safety and well-being but he knows your potential and he does everything for you to know it too,,,,,,like how can somebody embody the word positive - idk but hoseok does 
  • and being around him never makes you feel weaker or discouraged because hoseok respects you,,,,,,,,and wants you to succeed 
  • he puts you before himself and it’s so lovely to have someone whose first thought when you tell them you want to try something is “do it! ill be behind you, supporting you the whole way!”
  • the sad part is,,,,,,hoseok fails to support himself the way he supports others but that’s ok because now he has you!!!! 
  • people see him for his smile, his athleticism, his never ending cheer but hoseok is honestly hard on himself. and you catch it in how he refers to himself as “ugly” or “unwanted”,,,sure he might say it jokingly but you know better
  • and when you’re alone, you can see the darkness the festers inside of him sometimes and that’s when you tell him how much he means to you. how you’re not joking when you tell him he’s the sun,,,,,he’s everything warm,,,,,,he’s kind and handsome and so so so so talented and that his family, his friends, and you are so proud that he’s here. all that he’s achieved and more
  • and hoseok cries sure ,,,,,, but when you give him that comfort and that assurance he just holds  you so tightly because you are everything precious to him and he is everything precious to you
  • and with each other you can really do anything,,,,,,,
  • and WOW that WAS EMOTIONAL,,,,,,but seriously as hoseok’s significant other you have to give him all this love because he deserves it. buckets and buckets of love. but yes on to the cute parts of boyfriend!hoseok
  • he loves giving you compliments and cheesy-gooey-lovely nicknames,,,,,,,,,,he loves it so much every damn week your name in his phone changes to something cute and sugary followed by every heart emoji avilable
  • and jungkook was like “hoseok, i want to call you s/o what’s their name in your phone?” and when hoseok said it out loud jungkook was like u know what nvm im not calling some named honey bunny all that is my heart -______-
  • you once played a trick and hoseok was like whats my name in your phone!!!! and you were like oh it’s just hoseok and he got all pouty and sulked and asked hoW could you do that to him
  • but you were like baby im joking it’s ‘prince of my heart, i love you 2 the moon and back’
  • hoseok had literally lighted up like a christmas tree and pulled you into his lap to give you eskimo kisses and tickle your sides for tricking him but he was smiling the whole time,,,,,,,,
  • he really likes it when you tell him about your day and you get to something frustrating and you get all cutely animated and he’s just grinning and you’re like!!!!!!!! it’s not funny
  • and hoseok is like no no it’s not,,,,,,you’re just so adorable i can’t help myself
  • and you hit him playfully but he catches your hand and kisses it you’re like rolling your eyes,,,,,,but it’s so sweet
  • but seriously hoseok loves when you’re open and truthful with him,,,,,,,communication is everything to him
  • to the point that you two can be sitting in silence, you’re in between his legs with your head on his chest texting on your phone 
  • and he’ll just lean to whisper in your ear that right now, he loves you so much like it’s random and whatever but he just has the need to say it
  • knows you like a specific kind of cologne on him so he carries it with him everywhere,,,,,,even if he’s far away from you he has it with him
  • knows your takeout order by heart
  • you know his by hear too
  • yoongi: this is the epitome of love, knowing that your s/o wants menu number 4 on sundays and menu number 2 on mondays.
  • hoseok and u: can’t tell if yoongi is being sarcastic but thanks yoongi
  • hoseok tells  you about how he really just wants to make his mom proud so sometimes when he’s practicing you take videos and send them to her
  • and hoseok finds out and is like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why!!!!!!!! and you’re like “because your mom said she likes seeing you dance!!!!!”
  • and hoseok is like,,,,,,,,,heart shattering because you’re so cute,,,,,how are you so damn cute
  • takes pics of pretty things he sees on tour and is like “reminds me of you!” 
  • loves to buy things for you,,,,,,like you’ll be like don’t i don’t need anything!!! but he has an impulse to spoil you,,,,,that’s just how he is hehe
  • looks super hot coming back from practice,,,you know wet hair from sweating and low hanging tank top and he knows you’re into it so he’ll send you selfies in the mirror and you’re like !!!!! don’t tease me jung hoseok
  • and he’s just like,,,,,,wish you were here ;)))
  • but intimacy with hoseok is really just again about trust and being there for one and other and hoseok has the capability to be so gentle and loving when you need him to make you feel good because the day has been shitty and whatnot
  • but hoseok can also snap,,,,,and become this sensual,,,pleasure above all person with kisses that burn into your skin and a grip so hard and so needing that it makes your head spin
  • but like anything, he puts you first and sometimes you seriously have to flip him over and be like “ok, my turn - no no no hoseok stay down”
  • likes it when you wear his accessories more than his clothing (because you’re better without the clothing cough i didn’t say that) but he thinks it’s cute when you wear like a bracelet of his or that time you stole the keychain off his bag
  • and it was the keychain of the hiphop monster version of jin and you were like hehe so cute but hoseok was like ,,,,,here take this one instead
  • and traded that jin version for his and you were like you’re right,,,i should carry you my boyfriend around with me instead
  • hoseok,,,,blushing,,,,,,,,,,but also smiling because being called your boyfriend makes him so happy
  • concentrates when watching dance videos and his mouth is always open, tongue peeking out and you’re like dammit hoseok and he’s like huh
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,what no i didn’t say anything and he’s still eyes glued to the screen like uhuh and you’re just like seriously what how is he so hot he’s literally not doing anything and im turned on????
  • hoseok’s magic wooo
  • yoongi is especially fond of you for taking care of hoseok and he won’t admit it but you guys are his favorite couple and when you get all pda and soft if jungkook opens his mouth yoongi shoves some candy into it and he’s like “let hoseok have this - do you understand me?”
  • you lay side by side with him when he’s tired and falling half asleep
  • and he’s at this stage where he’s just mumbling his answer and you’re just ever so quietly like hoseok,,,,,,,,are you made of stars,,,,,how can you be so bright
  • and he mumbles and cuddles his head into your neck
  • and you hold him and you think he didn’t hear you but the next morning hoseok hums to himself about him?? made of stars??? if that’s true,,,,,,you’re made of gold
  • and you overhear him and blush like i,,,,,,,im gonna go take a shower
  • hoseok: ok ill come with you!!!!
  • hoseok scribbles lyric ideas down on random scraps of paper that he can forget about but you collect them and tape them up in your room and when hoseok sees he’s like ???? you keep them
  • and you’re like shrugging and telling him you love reading what he writs
  • and hoseok touches the paper and looks at you and you’re just standing there smiling and hoseok is like “i,,,,,i love you so much you know that right?”
  • you: yes you’ve said like the 53rd time today. not that im complaining i love hearing it!
  • hoseok the type to buy you three bouquets of flowers so big that he can’t see in front of him when he’s walking down the street tbh,,,,,,,,,,
  • also last but not least,,,when hoseok wears glasses and is reading or at the cafe with you it literally takes all your might not to kiss him so hard because he looks SOOO CUTE 
  • boyfriend hoseok ,,,,,,is everything ,,,,,,,,,,,,,

For @profound-boning because I keep bullying her into writing fics for me. So have some dadstiel + dean in glasses.

Fun fact: babies love glasses.

Dean and Cas weren’t aware of this bit of trivia until Claire came into their lives. Dean picked her up for the first time and nearly combusted with the sweet smile the blue-eyed girl gave him before her fat little fists came up to wrap around his frames and pull them from his face.

And it became their Thing. Any time Dean was holding Claire, he lost his glasses to the little girl. She liked to wave them around or chew on them and occasionally throw them at the cat. 

Cas warned Dean he shouldn’t let her get in that habit. And sure enough Claire was soon ripping glasses off the face of anyone who was in arm’s reach of her. 

The first time Claire breaks Dean’s glasses, Cas gives what Dean assumes is an “I told you so” look. But he’s not sure. He can’t see. 

He goes through a few more pairs in the course of their first year with Claire before it’s decided that it would be easier to switch to contacts. 

Fast forward a few years, Claire is in first grade. She grew out of her glasses-wrangling phase a while back but Dean’s grown so accustomed to contacts he doesn’t switch back. Plus, he no longer looks like a total loser at work wearing goggles over his glasses.

But one day Claire gets sent home with a note from her teacher. She’s having difficulty seeing the board even from the front row.

Dean and Cas make an appointment with the eye doctor for the next week. They reassure a nervous Claire that everything will be fine but their little girl will leave that doctor’s office in tears.

“I don’t wanna wear glasses!” she cries when they get home. “I’ll look ugly!”

“Oh, honey, no,” Cas says and strokes her hair. “You’re beautiful and glasses won’t change that.”

“Garth wears glasses and all the other kids make fun of him! What if they tease me too?” She starts to cry harder.

“Isn’t that the funny kid with the sock puppet?” Dean wonders and promptly shuts up when Cas shoots him a look. “Hey, look, kiddo. No one is gonna make fun of you for just wearing glasses. There’s nothing wrong with them. They’re just a tool to help you see. And if someone does say something, sock ‘em in the-”

“Dean,” Cas warns. 

“Eh, tell the teacher,” Dean amends.

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Just Acting, right?

Summary: The reader has to shoot a scene with Sebastian, which would be easy if it weren’t for the fact that she has a huge crush on him. The sexual nature of the scene doesn’t help either…or does it?

Word Count: 1622

Authors note: I’ve loved this idea from the second it popped into my head! It’s so weird to actually write the actors and not the characters HAHA, let me know what you think! ( THIS DOESN’T GO WITH THE PLOT OF THE MOVIES, DON’T KILL ME)…..P.s I keep falling deeper and deeper in love with Seb…HELP

This was going to be the hardest day on set, no pun intended. Today was the day where you were going to shot the closest thing to a sex scene, and with no one other than Sebastian Stan.

You’d be filming a scene where your character attempts to torture Bucky, but Bucky escapes. Your character was going to be a real villain, which was the opposite of your actual personality.

As an actor you’d starred in a couple big blockbuster films, and you were actually really close with Chris Evans. You’d done the classic “rom com” together a couple times.

Chris was teasing you from the second you walked on set, “Ready for the big day?”. You rolled your eyes and gave him your best bitch face. He laughed, “Come on, don’t tell me you’re nervous?”.

How could you not be nervous? Sebastian Stan was one of the most beautiful people on the planet, not to mention how down to earth he was. Chris raised an eyebrow and you knew you’d have to say something to stop his train of thought.

Smiling you said, “Yes I’m nervous…you know how awkward these scenes are!”. Chris had seemed like he was going to say something, but decided to drop it. Smiling he said, “But Seb’s an angel, you’ll be in good hands”.

You laughed watching the smirk form upon his lips, “Nice one, good to know you’re not just a pretty face”. Chris laughed loudly, doing the left boob grab. You heard the two minute warning, and felt the butterflies in your stomach.

Chris got sincere, “Odds are he’s just as nervous, but don’t sweat it okay? I mean we’ve done some pretty cliche things, and we’re fine!”.

Jokingly you said, “Sure you’re not in love with me?”. He rolled his eyes, but started to laugh again. He did have a point, you’d shot scenes like this before. You just needed to relax.

You heard the voice again which meant you had to make your way to hair and makeup. Chris winked, “I’ll catch up with you later (y/n)”. You said goodbye and continued with your day.

Your character was in an all black bodysuit, with red accents. For hair, you’d been given loose curls. Your makeup was a smokey black eye and red lip to match, you couldn’t look more evil.

After what seemed like forever, you finally made your way to the set. There stood Sebastian in his Bucky gear, talking to Chris and Anthony. Chris whistled when he saw you, “Oh this is fantastic”.

You raised an eyebrow, “What are you two doing here, you don’t have to film until later”. They couldn’t wipe the smirks off their faces. Anthony laughed, “And miss this? No way (y/n)”.

Finally Sebastian spoke up, “Ignore them, you do look amazing”. Anthony turned to Chris as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You looked to Sebastian, “Thank you, I don’t know how you guys wear suits like this all the time”.

Anthony laughed again, “We don’t look that good while wearing them..you’re about to give Black Widow a run for her money”. You all laughed, and you did a small spin. Chris clapped loudly, while Sebastian stood there smiling.

Chris added, “So kiddos, how are we feeling?”. He was of course talking to you and Sebastian. Seb laughed, “This beats having to run around firing fake guns and dodging bullets”. You smiled, “Beats having to say all that mushy gushy shit to you Chris”.

Anthony whistled and Chris pretended to be upset, “Hey, that was from the heart”. Chris was kidding, but it felt good to laugh and shake away your nerves. The final call was said, and it was now go time.

Bucky would be strapped down to a chair in your makeshift hydra base. Before he got into his position Seb smiled to you, “Don’t worry, just let the scene take over”. You smiled back, and got into character.

You walked around the chair, before leaning over the back of it. Whispering into his ear you asked, “Ready to comply, or do you need Steve here for that?”. His voice was muffled from the gag in his mouth, now was the hard part.

Walking to the front of the chair you straddled him, “Come on Buck”. This was the part where Bucky would break free from the constraints, but Seb struggled with them. You decided to improv, scared to ruin a good take.

You smirked and lifted his chin up, “I’m starting to think you like this position”. There was a pause as Bucky just looked up to you, and you heard the director start to crack up laughing. Loudly he said, “That was amazing (y/n), keep that in”.

Anthony playfully yelled, “Cut the check” and you got up from Sebastian and laughed with them. You took the gag out of his mouth, and he started to laugh too, “That was perfect”.

There was a weird look in his eyes, but you ignored it. You figured it was just from the rush of getting into character.

A set man came over to lossen the bindings so Seb would actually be able to break them. Chris joked, “Don’t skip arm day next time Stan”. Sebastian just looked to you with a huge smile on his face.

You joked back, “Not everyone has styrofoam logs to rip Chris”. Sebastian gripped your shoulder as he laughed, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Before Chris could respond the director called, “Action”.

You went back to straddling him, and he was grunting underneath you while trying to “break free”. Laughing dryly you said, “Come on soldier, you’re not even putting up a fight! Maybe if your precious Steve-”.

The constraints were broken, and Sebastian pushed you backward. He had you pressed against the nearest wall, his metal arm around your throat. Your character didn’t gasp or struggle.

Through heavy breaths you said, “That’s more like it”. Smirking you looked up to a very angry Bucky.  He looked down at you with gritted teeth, “You’re twisted”. With ease you pushed him back.

With your “alien” powers you had him on his knees, gasping for air. Sebastian held onto his throat pretending to gasp for air. With a hand on your hip you said, “That metal arm is really starting to grow on me”.

You were smirking like a madman, “Makes a girl start to think all type of things-”. By now you were standing above him, and he was looking up at you with anger in his eyes.

You fake pouted, “Come on, isn’t this fun?”. He was gasping for air still, unable to speak. You rolled your eyes, “Fine speak”. He caught his breath, the anger inside of him still boiling.

Once again the director yelled “cut” and within seconds you returned to your normal selves. You helped Sebastian up and he looked all too excited. He shook his head, “You’re incredible”.

You blushed, “Thank you…this character is really something else”. You felt someone pat you on the back and turned around to see Chris. Smirking he said, “She’s fucking hot..that’s what she is!”.

Anthony joined in, “I thought I saw Seb blushing underneath all that makeup”. Sebastian rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it. Laughing you said, “Aw Mackie, at least try to hide your jealousy”. Sebastian laughed loudly at your comment.

Chris rested a hand on Anthony’s shoulder, “Alright, we have like two minutes until we need to be in hair and makeup”. The boys said their goodbyes, living you and Sebastian alone.

Smiling you said, “I’m going to go get some air before the call us back on to finish up”. You started to walk away and then heard him call out your name. Seb followed you, “I need some air too, mind if I join?”.

You shook your head no and together you walked out. When you were finally alone he said, “You’re really talented you know? I mean I’ve seen the movies you’ve done with Chris..and they’re the opposite of what you just did”.

Laughing you turned to him, “So you’re a fan?”. His smirk grew while he looked at you. Biting his lip he said, “How could I not be?”. As he looked at you, the butterflies came back.

Trying to play it cool you said, “Yeah I’ve never done something like this…I can’t believe how sexual that was” you started to laugh again. Sebastian caught onto your blush, “Hey, I’m not complaining”.

You raised an eyebrow and he continued, “I’m being serious, I bet the chemistry between us was obvious on screen”. 

You wanted to melt, the chemistry. Biting your lip you said, “Are you flirting with ( your character’s name) or me?”.

Sebastian laughed, “I’m flirting with you (y/n), would you like to go out sometime?”. You heard the call for you both to return to set. Playfully you said, “What a shame, I was hoping you’d bring along the metal arm”.

He bit his lip, a laugh escaping. You smiled, “I’m free later tonight”. You both started to make your way back. Sebastian smirked, “I think that gives me enough time to sneak the arm off set”.

When you returned to the set you saw Chris and Anthony all suited up. Mackie joked, “What’s got you both so happy?”. You looked to Sebastian unsure of what to say. Chris knew you too well, “Stan totally just asked her out”.

Sebastian looked to you and then back at them. He winked at you, “Jealousy’s an ugly trait boys”. Before anyone could say anything the scene began.

To be honest, Sebastian couldn’t believe that you’d said yes. If it weren’t for Chris telling him to “just go for it man” he would’ve been too nervous to ask. He’d meant everything he’d said, he thought you were incredible.

Me: *playing on my phone*

Friend: hahahahaha are you looking at pictures of GERARD hahaha ew

Me:

oblivious klance headcannons;

keith:

  • doesn’t realize lance is flirting with him
  • really oblivious to pick up lines 
  • ex: lance: “are you from outer space because your body is out of this world” keith: “no lance, i’m from earth you know this”rants to shiro about lance
  • shiro in the most monotone voice just says “keith, you like lance.”
  • keith denies it, of course
  • he realizes at like, 2 am that he in fact does like lance 
  • doesn’t know how to flirt, so he just says really aggressive compliments like “you’re face isn’t actually that bad to loo at” or “i actually don’t feel nauseous when i stand next to you”
  • keith, in his head: okay tell lance he’s pretty
  • ends up saying “you’re not ugly”

lance:

  • flirts with keith but doesn’t actually know keith likes him
  • doesn’t understand why keith always stares at him
  • says stupid things that actually makes keith really internally happy
  • keith: “hey, i have no one to train with so i was thinking…” lance: “oh i think shiro’s free he can train with you!”
  • hunk facepalms from across the room
  • it takes lance a long ass time (like, a day) to realize keith wanted him to train with him
  • denies he likes keith
  • “i don’t like him. i just flirt with him for fun!”
  • pidge gives him a long, hard stare
  • “okay, maybe i like him a little…”
WHAT ARE QUEENS COMPARED TO A GODDESS?

Request by Anonymous: “I think a Steve x plus size reader would be nice”

A/N: Thanks for your impute/ request!  After writing this, I actually would like to write a fic about an underweight!reader x Bucky.  Also, I think you should listen to this song by Mary Lambert before you read. Enjoy all my beautiful readers!

Steve x plussize!reader

Word count: 2227 (way longer than I anticipated)

Summary:  When (Y/N) is feeling insecure, she stops acting like herself.  Steve always takes notice.

Warnings: self-hate, self-depreciation, angst, sad reader, fluffy ending!

(Picture and GIF not mine)

Originally posted by capsteverogers-things

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I’ll Come To You (Requested)

“Could you write something based on the song “half the world away” maybe where harry is too far away and y/n cannot stand to be in her hometown anymore?”

Adjusted this slightly, hope you still enjoy!

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.


You sighed, shifting restlessly under your duvet a couple of times before rolling over to check the time on your phone. 2.34am. You’d been tossing and turning since you’d turned off your light at 11pm, desperately trying to fall asleep. You had a huge day the next day, and you needed to get some sleep. Without Harry next to you though, a good night’s sleep was hard to come by.

You two had been living together for six months now, and you’d gotten used to sharing your bed with another body. He was warm, he snored a little, and he often trapped you under his heavy limbs, but he was yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Something about his presence comforted you, and you always slept uninterrupted when he was there. 

He’d disappeared off to Jamaica to record his album exactly a month ago to the day, and while you spoke on the phone at least once a day and you were almost in constant communication via instant message, it just wasn’t the same as having him there. Being this far apart was hard on you both. When he had filming for Dunkirk it had been difficult, but you hadn’t been living together yet. Once he had returned, you had both decided that you wanted to move in together, and when the day rolled around for him to leave for the trip, it was the hardest goodbye you’d ever been through.

Quite simply, you missed him.

You had no idea what time it was in Jamaica, despite Harry’s attempts to teach you how to calculate the difference, but you just couldn’t wait to hear Harry’s voice any longer. It was the only thing that would get you to sleep, and so you gave in to yourself. You dialled his number, preferring to type it out even though you could just find his name in your contacts list. There was something so intimate about having memorised his number, and you loved reminding yourself of that fact.

The phone rang a couple of times, and then-

“Hey love.”

You let out an audible sigh as Harry’s familiar drawl filled your ears, slumping back against the pillows before answering.

“Hey you,” you murmured, breaking into a smile.

“Y’alright? It’s… what, gotta be 2am where you are little one. What’s got you awake at this time?”

“Just couldn’t sleep. Missed you.”

“Oh, babe. I miss you too. You in bed?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding even though Harry couldn’t see you.

“Comfy?”

“Yeah. Just a big Harry sized space next to me,” you murmured, your voice quivering a little despite your attempts to keep it steady.

“Oh sweetheart,” he answered, his words coming out a sort of tired sigh. The sadness in his voice only encouraged your tears, and before you knew it you had a steady flow streaming down your cheeks as you desperately tried to keep quiet.

“Don’t cry,” Harry soothed.

“M’n-not,” you whimpered, brushing your tears from your cheeks as best you could.

There was a moment of quiet, and then-

“I love you. T’the moon and back. You know that right?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, your voice still a little shaky. “I love you too.”

“Just… snuggle up, put on one of my t-shirts, and close those beautiful eyes. Okay?”

“Okay. Love you,” you said again.

“Love you more, sweet girl,” he murmured, pausing a moment before the pair of you reluctantly hung up.

You hesitated a moment, shuffling to sit up, before dialling another number.

“Hello? Hey, Jeff, it’s me. Yeah… Listen, I wanna come there. Can you help?”

##

Five sleepless hours later you were in a taxi on the way to Heathrow airport to catch your flight to Jamaica. Jeff had sorted it all for you, your flight departing London at 10am and arriving in Jamaica at 2pm. It was a direct flight into Montego Bay, and you were eternally grateful that there was so stop over. You just had to get through those 9 hours of flying and you would be there.

Jeff had been more than willing to get you over to Jamaica as soon as possible, enthusiastic as the two of you discussed your travel plans. He reassured you over and over that Harry was just as desperate to see you as you were him, and he was relieved that you had made the suggestion. Harry was apparently in a bit of a creative slump, and Jeff was sure that a little visit from you would help get him going again.

The check in to your flight and depositing of your luggage went by in a sort of tired, excited haze, and before you knew it you were boarding your flight. You slipped into your seat, foot tapping anxiously as you waited impatiently for the flight to take off. You were never good at waiting, your mum always telling you time and time again that “good things take time”, and now especially you were as impatient as ever.

9 painfully slow hours later, you were landing. Caught up in the excitement and anxiety of the trip, you had forgotten that you were going to be seeing Jamaica for the first time. Harry talked about it like it was the most wonderful place in the whole world, and it began to dawn on you that you would get to experience it too, your eyes wide as you stared out the window at the tropical surroundings.

It didn’t take too long to get off the plane and collect your bags, and you realised that another joy of Jamaica was that it was so much less busy than the London life you were used to. People moved a little slower, and their expressions were a little kinder. Most importantly, no one knew who you were, and if they did, they didn’t care. Being with Harry for as long as you had been meant that you were recognised pretty much everywhere you went, so it was nice to be able to just get on with your airport activities without any interruption.

The drive to the house Harry was renting felt much longer than it actually was, and you tried to distract yourself by taking in your new surroundings. There was something about being in this new, slow, hot place that made you feel a little emotional. You didn’t know what it was, whether it was the way you were being treated, or the climate, or the idea that a life existed for you outside of the frantic one you lead.

The driver pulled up in front of a modern, white villa, and you let out a sigh as you took it in. You were here, you were going to see Harry. This was happening. A sudden wave of nerves hit you as you scrambled out of the car, sweaty palms shaking as they smoothed over your cotton dress. What if he didn’t want to see you? What this was a mistake? What if he didn’t want you hear.

Trying desperately to push your thoughts aside, you tugged your suitcase up to the front door, knocking a couple of times against the wood. You heard the mumble of voices, some familiar, and you chewed your lip anxiously as you waited.

“Harry, you should get it,” you heard Jeff call, his voice a little muffled on the other side of the heavy door. There was a pause, the sound of familiar footsteps, and then the door swung open. Harry’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open as he took you in, and then before you could say anything, he burst into tears. Heavy, ugly, heaving sobs, his hands moving to cover his face.

You abandoned your luggage, arms wrapping around him immediately as you cuddled him close. His hands left his face as his arms returned your embrace, lacing around your frame, his wet face nuzzling into your neck. Your hands rubbed over his back soothingly, lips pressing kisses to whatever part of him you could reach, just holding him as he cried.

You had only ever seen him break down like this once before, and it broke your heart to think that he had been holding this in, your own tears rolling down your cheeks as you cried with him. The pair of you stayed wrapped in your emotional embrace for a long while, before eventually breaking apart, your forehead finding his as your hands moved back and forth over your shoulders.

“S-sorry,” he stammered, his breaths coming out in wet hiccups as he tried to fill his lungs.

“Shhh love… No need to be sorry,” you murmured, your voice cracking a little, thick with emotion. You pressed your lips to his, the action of kissing soothing you both as you relaxed into the comfort of each other, enjoying the familiarity of the action.

“I’ve been struggling without you. I’m so glad you’re here,” he mumbled against your lips, smiling weakly.

“I’m glad to be here,” you murmured, pecking his lips before pulling away a little.

“Can I show you round? I wanna introduce you to everyone… You can meet Mitch!” he smiled, wiping his face before grabbing your hand and leading you into the airy villa.

You spent the afternoon meeting the band the recording team, and Harry made sure to show you around the whole of the house. You all ended up sprawled out in the living room, chatting about the album and getting to know everyone. It was lovely, and it was slow. You and Harry stayed glued to one another, and you couldn’t help but notice he was being much more clingy than usual, determined to be touching you at all times. You relished the attention, glad that he seemed to have missed you as much as you missed him.

“Right,” Harry yawned from behind you. “I think we’re off to bed,” he chuckled, kissing your temple as you yawned right after him, your eyes blinking sleepily. “Travel taken it out of you, huh babe?” he mused, a hand finding your back. You nodded a little, the pair of you saying goodnight to everyone before heading up to bed.

You changed into your pyjamas together, crawling into bed and cuddling close, your legs tangling together in an attempt to be as close as possible. Your faces were close as you gazed at one another, and it felt so good to be here with him, basking in his presence.

“Baby…” you whispered, hesitant to break the moment.

“Mm?” Harry hummed in response, ghosting a couple of kisses along your jaw.

“You gotta tell me if you’re feeling like how you’ve been feeling. I know I’m miles away and I can’t always just pack up and come here to see you, but it kills me think you’ve been feeling so low all by yourself,” you murmured, your hand cupping his cheek, a thumb moving over his cheekbone.

Harry hesitated before replying, brow furrowing ever so slightly. “I just didn’t want to worry you,” he answered lamely.

“I know love, I know. But… I’d much rather know, okay? I love you, and I wanna know where you’re at,” you explained, your voice soft and soothing. Harry nodded, sighing a little.

“M’sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you smiled, answering immediately. “C’mere.”

You rolled onto your back, opening an arm for him to scoot closer. He shuffled in against you, his head finding it’s place against your chest, an arm and a leg draped across you as he burrowed down. Your hand moved slowly over his back, lips pressing the occasional kiss to his head of curls.

You forgot sometimes that as hard as it was on you being apart from him, it was just as hard for him. He was so good at keeping it all bottled up and being strong for you, and you were glad that this time round he trusted you with his vulnerability. You felt him begin to go slack against you, sleeping beginning to take you as well, and you knew you were both about to have the best sleep either of you had had in months. All wrapped up safe in each other’s arms.

wanna one as conversations with my asian mom

disclaimer: real 100% convos with my mom. my mom is straight from china so lots of asian jokes ahead. not meant to be offensive, just for laughs! read at your own discretion. you have been warned.  ps read in an asian accent for more laughs

yoon jisung:


mom: “why you so fat now? when i was high school student, i weigh 45 kg. you so fat, so ugly. aiya.”

2 minutes later…

mom: “come downstairs eat dinner! eat more, eat more!

*aggressively shoves food onto my plate*

you still growing!”


ha sungwoon:


mom: “why you always no stand up straight? you look like old grandma. even i’m taller than you now!”

me: “what are you even talking about, mom? you’re wearing 5-inch heels, you cheater!”


hwang minhyun:


mom: “if you to the good college, i can go back to shanghai and brag to the family. go to stanford, be doctor, so i can have the money travel the world with your dad. we can brag to your auntie haha.” 

me: “mom stop dreaming.”

mom: “i treat you always so good, and this is how you repay me? can’t even go to the stanford? any chinese student can make it into stanford easy. why you so stupid?” 


ong seongwoo:

mom: “aiya, you so ugly. skin so dark. why you no put on sunscreen, wear hat? i can’t go to china with you, you embarrassing.”

me: “what are you talking about? i stayed inside all summer. plus we’re asian. our skin is yellow.”

mom: “no you dark. why you no like japanese, korean white skin, huh? you always watch gay-pop videos, watch dramas, but you no learn from them white skin?” 

me: “mom, it’s k-pop, not gay-pop god.”


kim jaehwan:

mom: “you playing piano sounds like dying panda. my co-worker 6-year-old daughter play better than you.” 

me: “good for her.”

mom: “even deaf person in china play better than you. you waste my money.”


kang daniel:

me: “mom, have you ever eaten dog before?” 

mom: “no, i never went to china dog-eating festival. i hear it taste like the beef. also my friend say cat meat very good, just like chicken.” 

me: “mom, i was just joking! you can’t say that wth!” 


park jihoon:

mom: “why you no go outside exercise? always stay inside like couch potato, aiya.”

me: “i’ve never seen you exercise in my whole life.”

mom: “i’m adult! i no need exercise anymore.” 


park woojin:

mom: “no dating okay. i know high school, boys say ‘i love you’ but you say ‘no’ okay? you know you ugly so if boy says ‘you so beautiful’, he lie to you.”

me: “wow thanks, love you too mom.”

mom: “no dating any boy until the college. and in college, *whispers* only date the rich, white man. they buy you everything, no check price tag. not like the cheap asians like your dad.” 

me: “okay wow. thanks for the great advice, mom.” 


bae jinyoung:


mom: “you so ugly. you no look like me. you ugly like your dad —nose so big, so fat.”

me: “are you not my mom then?”

mom: “i no born you. i picked you out of trash can when you were baby. i feel so bad for you. now i want to throw you back into trash.”


lee daehwi:

mom: “what you doing?”

me: “calculus.”

mom: “you in high school, they give you this easy stuff? kids in china learn this 7th grade. american education system so sucks. if you move back to shanghai with me, we have to put you in 4th grade, you so stupid.”


lai guanlin:


mom: “you don’t speak chinese, i don’t talk to you. in this house, we speak chinese only.”

me: “then what about dad?”

mom: “no, speak chinese! 讲中文, 你这个笨蛋!”


lmao don’t get triggered pls just jokes man

listen i know we’re all psyched for defenders but here’s what i want you to consider: is it going to be worse to watch matt cry or watch matt NOT cry because he’s around the others and has to pull himself together

Friday Night Heathen Army Prompt- Loose Tongue

Here is my contribution to this week’s prompt fun! If you didn’t see it, I used the picture where Alex has his shirt up and is looking at a strip of his tummy 😉

This is completely ridiculous and silly, but the idea wouldn’t leave me. I imagine Ivar as often not really thinking about what he says before he says it. Please enjoy!

TW: none

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“Do you think I’ve gained weight?”

You look up from your dinner to see Ivar standing in the hallway, shirt lifted as he stares at his perfectly toned stomach. You shrug, lifting another forkful of fried rice to your mouth. “I don’t know, why?”

He lowers his shirt, grabs his crutches and walks back to where you are sitting on the couch. “I’m just curious. Ubbe told me about the mystery that is ‘sympathy weight’.”

You frown. “Sympathy weight?”

He sighs, settling himself back down beside you. “It is exactly as it sounds, Y/N. The man unintentionally gains weight because he sees that his partner is gaining weight. It apparently happened to Ubbe. He gained almost 10 pounds when Margrethe was pregnant.”

You rub your swollen belly, trying to remember what Ubbe looked like 3 years ago. “I can’t remember him looking any different. Besides, who cares if you gain a little weight? I shouldn’t be the only one who has to.”

He gives you that patented 'Ivar’ eye roll. “I don’t care, I was just curious. But I wouldn’t be surprised if I did. The things we’ve been eating lately, it’s no wonder you’ve gotten so big.”

That makes you set down your fork. “Excuse me?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s not a bad thing. The baby needs energy. Lots of Mexican food and sugar energy, apparently.”

You can already feel the tears pricking at the back of your eyes. “So what, I’m a huge whale who is making you eat shitty food against your will?”

Your tone catches his attention, and a wary look crosses his face. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N….”

“Well then what did you mean it like?” You can feel yourself getting riled up. Damn pregnancy hormones. “What did you mean, Ivar? Am I getting ugly too? Will you not want to have sex with me soon? Are you trying to tell me that?”

He grits his teeth, his brow creasing in frustration. “Dammit woman, you know that’s not true. We’ve had sex more times than I can count since you got pregnant. You know what seeing you carrying my child does to me.”

You know he’s right, he’s been practically insatiable ever since you told him the news almost 6 months ago. Rip your clothes off, do it anywhere, I need you right this second sort of insatiable. You are lucky your sex drive has risen to match his. But it’s too late now. The damage has been done.

“You think I’m huge and fat and ugly,” you sob. “My belly is like a giant balloon, I’m covered in stretch marks, my skin is breaking out and I can’t stop eating or crying! I’m a mess and you hate it!”

“Odin’s beard, woman, calm down!” Ivar reaches for you, but you push him away and turn your back on him. You hear him run his hands through his hair and snarl in frustration as you continue to cry.

“Dammit,” he curses to himself, and you feel the couch shift as he leans towards you.

“You are not huge, fat or ugly,” he says in his 'you will listen and not interrupt me’ tone. “You are beautiful and glowing with life. Life we created together. I didn’t think with my condition I would be able to give you children. When you told me you were pregnant, it was beyond my wildest dreams. You will get bigger, it’s the natural way. But I shouldn’t have phrased it like I did. I am sorry for that.”

You sniff, wiping your eyes on your hands. You can feel your anger slipping away at his sincere words. Ivar is working on getting better at apologizing when his mouth gets ahead of his brain, and you appreciate the effort.

“I’m sorry too,” you say, turning back around to face him. “I am taking everything so personally lately. These hormones are ridiculous.”

He reaches up and gentle wipes away a stray tear with one calloused thumb. “It’s not so bad. Remember Margrethe? How many times did Ubbe sleep on the couch because she had thrown a hormone addled fit and tossed him out of bed?”

You can’t help but giggle at the memories. “True. I would never kick you out of bed. I need you to keep me warm.”

He gives you a wicked grin. “Among other things,” he says, letting his tongue run slightly over his bottom lip. You shiver, feeling the familiar stir of desire deep within you.

He notices, and his grin gets even more sinful. He reaches into the bag beside him and pulls out a box of store brownies, your biggest pregnancy craving. “How about we forget what just happened and have some dessert, and then some….dessert.”

You look at the brownies and then to him, watching his pupils slowly begin to consume the vivid blue of his irises. You feel the familiar flush of heat beginning to spread over your body. The brownies look delicious, but him even more so. You give him a saucy smile.

“I don’t think I’m craving brownies anymore,” you say, and it’s all the invitation he needs. The box is tossed to the floor and for the next hour, you forget all about hormones and brownies and Ivar’s loose tongue.

Well, maybe not about the tongue.

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Dedicated to me, who once threw the biggest pregnancy hormone induced fit over the fact the bank wasn’t open when I needed to go there. Those hormones are real, folks!

Mistletoe - Richie x Reader

@andshescrazyy asked: Hey! Can I request a Richie x Reader with christmas prompts 4 and 9? Love your writing! x
“Is there any room that has no mistletoe in?” & “What an ugly fucking jumper”
a/n Thank you lovely! I’m honestly living for Christmas Richie rn!
request/christmas prompts

It was 6am on Christmas Eve when you were woken up by the phone. 
“Sweetie…Richie’s on the phone” your mum whispered, shaking you slightly to wake you, thanking her you go down to the phone, slumping in the chair slightly
“Richie…you know its 6am right?”
“They’ve gone. They’ve left me on fucking Christmas!” you can hear the anger in his voice, but can also hear the sadness. You seem to be the only one who can tell when Richie is sad.
“Do you want me to come over?” you offer, only receiving a small hum back, “I’ll be over for 8 okay?” again, you only receive a small hum back, know Richie is hurt.


Right on 8, you ring his doorbell
“What an ugly fucking jumper” he says, straight up laughing at you, but you let it slide, just wanting Richie back to him old self.
“Richie! All Christmas jumpers are ugly! Anyway, my grandma knitted me this one so I kinda have to wear it” you shrug walking in, immediately seeing the note on the table, his parents declaring they’d gone to some Christmas party out of town and probably won’t be back for a few days.
“Oh Rich…” you mumble picking it up
“It’s okay, I got you now” he says, looking up to see the mistletoe hung on the celling. You follow his gaze looking up to see it as well and can’t help but giggle, leaning up on your tip toes to kiss him gently.
“Holy shit i didn’t think that’d work” he says, slightly flustered, not letting on that you were his first kiss, despite his bragging.
“Don’t underestimate me Tozier, anyway, kissing under mistletoe is the rules” you grin walking away, seeing some in the living room and hallway. 
“Is there any room that has no mistletoe in?” you quickly turn back round to Richie
“Uhhh…I don’t think theres any in the bathroom, but I have some in my pants” he says winking at you
“Too far Richie, too far.”


“I don’t want you to be alone…” you say, half through some shitty Christmas special at 3 in the afternoon. “If you want, you can spend Christmas at my place? You’d have to hide in my room when my Grandma comes over, but you’d get to have some proper dinner…and…” you trail off, looking up to meet Richie’s gaze, remembering back to the time Richie came over for your Birthday and nearly gave your Grandma a heart attacked by talking about his dick.
“I don’t need your charity y/n” he snaps slightly
“…And we get to sleep in the same bed, maybe i’ve got some mistletoe in my bedroom” you say, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to resist
“Well, if you insist” he says grinning, kissing you again.
“I do insist Richie, I do”