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anonymous asked:

Can you do me a Yoongi fluff where you're a Youtuber and you're doing a makeup tag and you do his makeup/he does your makeup and it's just full of fluff and funny moments? xD

Hi sweetie! Yes we can, this was so much fun, more than we thought. We hope you like how it came up since describing a youtube makeup tag can be tricky lol but Yoongi is precious so if you like him we are positive you will like this. Thank you for requesting!

xoxo admin Mars and admin Em

Originally posted by beuits


Hiddlesweek Day 4: Favourite Role

  • The new boss - Jaguar campaign

BNHA aesthetics : Bakugou Katsuki




When the hyungs are just a bunch of meanies, Joonyoung becomes a bored cutie ^_^

shit my criminal justice professor has pulled
  • On the second week of class wore a baseball cap and sunglasses and attempted to go undercover within the students before class started just to “catch wind” of the latest gossip
  • wore a maternity dress over his regular clothes and then another layer of regular clothes on top of that just to make a joke in the middle of class by stripping down to the maternity dress
  • This thing called “Mowen dollars” which is just a piece of paper with his face on it that counts as extra credit if you turn it in with a test or paper
  • Called us his “little ducklings” on multiple occasions
  • Told us to flip off the class in the hall as we were leaving because they interrupted the middle of his lecture
  • Also has this thing called “infinite generosity” where if you ask him to do something he won’t say no
  • For example, we can now use notes on every exam
  • Constantly photoshops his face onto pictures on his powerpoints
  • Got a speeding ticket and went to court to argue it with science about inclines and how it artificially adds speed to a car when they’re going down. 
  • Lost the case and had to pay the ticket anyways. 
  •  Used his infinite generosity to grant us the option of actually turning in our final term paper without repercussions
  •  Bargained with us that if 84% of the class responded to the teacher survey sent out by the university we could basically take the final test as a class
  • Has had the highest rate of teacher survey response in the department for 4 years running and considers it a personal victory
  • Took multiple pictures of the armored trucks that our local police department has purchased from his home while only wearing underwear
  • In his infinite generosity, he made the final term paper optional because some kid asked him to like a week before it was supposed to be due

Cuck’s new “special occasion” spiked cage just came. Gangbangs and bull meetings will be so much more fun now! I can’t wait for his little dicklet to try to have an erection while in this bad boy!! 😂😂😈😈

[muffled ‘dream weaver’ playing in the background]

I would get on my knees for Tae

Hoseok | Jimin | Namjoon | Jungkook | Yoongi | Jin

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I please have 49, 74 and 50 with Bucky?? Thank you! <3

@musichowler I think you requested the same set of prompts! 😅

49. “It’s been how long since you’ve had sex?” 50. “I’m hard to please.” 74. “Doll.. are you.. crying?”

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, your head in your hands, sobbing as quietly as you could manage after the disaster of a date you’d been on.

All you had wanted was to go out to dinner with a nice guy, have a few drinks and laugh a little, and then go back to his place for some more fun. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently so.

Natasha had set you up with a guy, someone she knew who worked for SHIELD.. he was about as exciting as a box of tacks.

He spent the entire date either on his phone or talking about his ex. You weren’t into it. AT ALL.

But you stayed. You knew how much effort Nat had put into arranging this, and at this point, you were desperate for some affection.

You tried so hard to appear interested. Laughing at all of his jokes, occasionally reaching across the table to brush your fingers over the back of his hand.. but nothing seemed to work. All he wanted to talk about was Amber. He was completely obsessed.

That wasn’t even the worst of it.

You ended up paying for the dinner.

All in all, it couldn’t have gone any worse.. or at least that’s what you thought, until you heard a light knock on your door.

Doll..are you.. crying?” You heard your best friend, Bucky, call through the door. You let out a small whimper, wiping your eyes, silently cursing yourself when you realized that you were still wearing makeup, which was probably now smeared. “I’m coming in.” His voice rang again, right before your door opened slowly.

As soon as his eyes landed on your distraught form, he rushed forward, kneeling on the ground in front of you. “Baby, what happened..?” He whispered, pushing stray hairs away from your face.

You let out a small hiccup in response, shaking your head. His expression immediately turned to one of anger, his hands now searching your face for any kind of harm. “What did he do to you?” His voice was gruff, concern laced in the tone. It made your heart flutter wildly.

“N-no, Buck.. he didn’t hurt me.. unless you count complete and utter rejection as hurting.” You told him with a sad smile.

His eyes scanned yours for a moment, looking for any sign that you could be lying, before he visibly relaxed. “Tell me what happened.” He whispered, resting his large hands on your thighs, rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of your dress with his thumbs.

So, you told him the story of your awful date. You could tell he was trying not to laugh at some parts, but when you were almost in tears by the end, he looked angry again.

“All I wanted was to have someone kiss me and tell me that they think I’m beautiful and mean it, but we didn’t even get that far, Buck.. I guess I’m just going to go another 4 years without getting laid.” You mumbled, staring at your folded hands in your lap.

Bucky stayed quiet for a moment, almost as if he was processing what you just said. “Wait.. It’s been how long since you’ve had sex?” he asked, awe evident in his voice. “What about Richard..? Didn’t you stay at his house after that date..?” He wondered, looking up at you.

You let out a tearful chuckle, shrugging. “Yeah, I went back to his place, but I don’t really count that as getting any.. he lasted all of five minutes before he fell asleep.. I guess I’m hard to please.” You told him, chewing the inside of your cheek as you fought back a blush.

Bucky’s grip on your thighs tightened for a moment before he licked his lips, smirking slightly. “I.. I have a proposition for ya, doll.” He said softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You felt your heart start to race under his stare.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” You managed to whisper, squeezing your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache that had begun to grow at your core at his closeness. His face came closer, you could see the tiny red lines in the whites of his eyes at this point.

“Well.. I happen to think you’re beautiful.. and..” He paused, dipping his fingertips under the hem of your dress carefully, watching for any sign that it might not be what you want. When your response was a small shiver, he moved his hands up further, fingertips brushing the lace panties you wore. “I’m pretty confident that I could please ya..” he finished, pressing his thumbs into the flesh of your thighs gently.

Your blush deepened at his words and you offered up a shy smile. “Are you saying you want to sleep with me, Sarge?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. He nodded, flashing a bright smile at you as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours. “Mmm.. I wanna do much more than that, doll..” He murmured, sounding almost breathless.

“How about..” he stopped again, dropping his head to place a soft trail of kisses along your neck, making a small gasp escape your lips. “I take you to dinner tomorrow night.. show you how a dame like you deserves to be treated..?” Once more, he stopped, nipping your earlobe with his teeth and growling softly when your hands tangled into his hair. “And then we come back here.. and I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”

He rested his forehead against yours once more, smirking as he watched your chest rise and fall quickly, your wanting evident by your body language. “Or..” you started, licking your lips. “You could take me out tomorrow.. but fuck me now.” He let out a chuckle at your offer, shaking his head slightly as he pushed your dress up further, standing slowly to push you back on the bed. “As you wish, ma'am.”

Originally posted by morefelton

Originally posted by lovershub

“Savior” (Gaston)

word count: 713

request: I lived your gaston x reader! It was amazing! Please continue writing more of them

requested by: anon

summary: Your mom wants to marry you off to someone other than Gaston and he has a bit of a problem with that. You also seem to be the only one who can match wits with Gaston.

a/n: Yep! Another one, because I’m a hoe for Gaston but most of all, Luke Evans.

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

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7 kisses;

member- yoongi

genre- fluff, smidge of angst, lovey-dovey

words- 1, 818

summary- kisses are a way of showing love, and you and yoongi know that best

a/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HEART, MIN YOONGI. i love him so much :’) it’s also @bangtanshopex‘s (aka tina!) birthday!! go wish her a happy bday ❤ this scenario is also based off of ed sheeran’s song kiss me.  i love ed sheeran, definitely check him out if you haven’t!! his new album is amazing!

Originally posted by sugagifs

settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in 

The night was cool, with the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the room. A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom window, causing you to shiver slightly as you pulled your comforter closer to your chest.

“You’re too far away,” Yoongi mumbled against his pillow. You felt his cold fingers grab hold of your wrist as he whined. “Come closer.”

With a grin, you rolled over and fit yourself against Yoongi’s body. Warmth immediately encompassed you and you sighed happily. His arm instantly found purchase wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back lightly. He hummed in content as he breathed in your scent.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered. Days when your boyfriend was away were always hard, but you cherished the ones when he came back.

He gently dragged his nose across yours, giving you a sweet Eskimo kiss. “Always, my dear.”

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Drunk [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 1092
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Sirius finds himself looking after a drunk Y/n, who is determined to make it as difficult as possible for him to do so.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The party in the Gryffindor common room was in full swing, people dancing, laughing and drinking the firewhisky that lined the tables. The room was nearly too full for anyone to move around, however all anyone seemed to care about was Gryffindor winning the Quidditch match against Slytherin.

Sirius Black leant casually against a wall on the outskirts of the room, holding a half empty cup of firewhiskey in his hand as he observed the room.

Usually, he’d be right in the centre of everything, dancing with some girl he happened to find. However, tonight it was different. His eyes were locked on the Ravenclaw boy who dared to talk to you, hating him from a distance.

He told himself it was just the natural instinct of a best friend to want to protect you, but knew deep down it was so much more than that.

He didn’t want that boy touching you, because he wanted to be the only one to be able to do that.

He took a sip of his drink before allowing his eyes to wander, just for a few seconds, landing on his best friend James, who seemed to be acting like the giddy dork he was around none other than Lily Evans. Catch him around any other girl, he’d be his usual proud self, yet put him in front of the pretty redhead and he turned into a crushing schoolgirl.

Sirius couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement, before he then began looking around for Remus or Peter - whichever one he found first.

Remus, for once, actually seemed to be having fun. Though usually not the party type, James and Sirius had encouraged him to turn up, just for one night, and reluctantly, the werewolf had agreed.

Look where that got him - having much more fun than his usually overdramatic friend Sirius.

Sirius then, avoiding looking at you and the Ravenclaw, found Peter, who surprisingly, after having one too many shots, seemed to almost be the life of the party, though it was more likely he was just overly excited that James had scored the winning shot of the match.

Sirius often questioned whether his little rat friend was in love with James and his talent.

“Sirius dance with me!” He suddenly heard someone slur from his left. Turning, he couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when he saw it was you. Clearly intoxicated, you nearly fell into your best friend in your attempt to get to him faster. “Y/n! A-Are you drunk?” Sirius asked in shock, holding onto your body and pulling you close to him.

“What? Nooo..” you giggled, then began to slide a hand slowly down his chest, heading towards his pants. “Whatcha doing there?” Sirius said as he grabbed you hand to prevent it from moving lower.

You pouted, and leaned up to his ear, “Don’t you want to have some fun tonight?”

If it were in any other circumstances, Sirius would have jumped at the chance for a night with you, especially after being in love with you for so long now. But you were drunk - these thoughts weren’t your own, and he could only feel a little down about that.

“Trust me doll, any other time I would, but right now we need to get you to bed,” Sirius said as he once again steadied you on your feet.

“Do I have to?” You whined. Sirius didn’t bother replying, and instead started to lead you up the stairs to your dorm room.

It was one of the only times the stairs hadn’t knocked him back down.

He opened the door to your dorm and helped you inside as you muttered incoherent things to yourself, clinging onto Sirius’ neck.

You collapsed onto the bed as Sirius sat down and rested your feet on his lap, so he could take your shoes off for you. He placed them under your bed, before leaning over your body to try and take of your necklace, in case if caused you problems whilst you were asleep.

He ignored the closeness of your bodies, trying to distract himself from behind pressed against you, when you said, “I really like his position.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, a leg gently looping around his as you tried to lift your hips to meet his.

“And you are a very sexual drunk, baby girl, but I can’t do this to you. I won’t,” he said in a low tone, stroking your cheek with his finger as he pulled away from you with the necklace, trying not to hurt your leg as he untangled it from around his. “Then just stay with me,” you muttered sleepily, holding onto his arm so he couldn’t stand up.

Sirius’ heartbeat sped up. Did you just ask him to stay longer?

Without a word, Sirius placed the necklace on your beside table, slipping out of his trousers and climbing into the bed with you, instantly wrapping his arms around you. You looked up into his dark brown eyes, mesmerised by the way they were gazing back at you with such adoration. Your stare flickered down to his soft lips, and in your drunk state, you convinced yourself it was the perfect idea to lean over and-

Sirius thought his head was going to explode from feeling so many emotions at once when your lips brushed his. He could taste the alcohol on you, and knew, deep down, that you were just doing this because you were intoxicated. However, he pushed that out of his mind, if only for a few moments, to savour something that he would cherish forever.

You pulled away, seemingly content with kissing him, and snuggled into his chest, listening to his rising heartbeat as it lulled you to sleep.

Sirius couldn’t believe what you had just done. He couldn’t believe that you had actually kissed him. Him, your best friend, of all people. Sure, you’d been making sexual advances all night, but he never thought you’d actually do something about it without passing out first.

He couldn’t believe he had you in his arms, holding onto him so tight. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, and just watched how beautiful you looked, lying beside him with your dress clothes still on, and makeup half smudged across the pillow.

Sirius smiled to himself in a bittersweet kind of way.

You may not remember the kiss by the morning, but he was sure that he would never forget it.

Pressing Play

❤ Soulmate Drabble (1/13) ❤

Originally posted by minghaon

Member: The8
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 660

Whenever your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too. How loud the music is depends on how close to them you are. 

The first time you heard it you were visiting in Seoul, more specifically you were at a bus stop. It seemed not as romantic as you were told. Just a faint bass echoing throughout your body that no one else seemed to hear. The first time you heard it you were visiting in Seoul, so in Seoul you stayed.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to pack up their life and move far away when they first heard whatever song happened to play, in fact it was encouraged, but nonetheless it remained terrifying. And perhaps what scared you most of all was despite the fact that you had worn a dangling pair of earbuds around your neck since the age of four, you did nothing. Your fingers had hovered over the play button anxiously ready to start the song that you had picked out when you were much younger and much more eager of the situation. But they you didn’t move, and the quiet hum of the guitar you felt throughout your body flickered away like a dying campfire.

You had visited what seemed like every corner of Seoul by then, wandering around with two overused earbuds in your ears replaying the same song over and over. It was unbearable, in fact you had wondered if you may have simply gone insane. You may as well have composed the song yourself because that was all that was on your mind. However, despite the months you wandered around looking for what seemed like a lost cause you were only greeted with silence.

You had grown to taking the same route every day: first the array of food carts that smelled greasy in the most wonderful way, then to the park with the biggest red slide you had ever seen, and then finally you would visit the small overgrown wishing well that no longer worked and was riddled in weeds. The wishing well seemed enticing, like it knew something you didn’t. So, every day despite better judgement telling you you should look for somewhere new you were instead always draw back to here. You would listen to the same song everyday, but there was never an answer. That was until now.

It was the faint bass that reverberated throughout your body, faintly matching the drum of your every pounding heart. And for some unexplainable reason, in this moment you knew exactly where to run. It was never a game of hot cold, it was never a question of if you would ever hear that song again. None of that seemed like a worry anymore because you two were made for one another, and you both somehow knew exactly where to run.

You ran past the rows of food stands, ignoring the intoxicating smell of beef, Louder. You ran past the park, listening to the sounds of children squealing when they went down the slider, however that all seemed so quiet, Louder. And then you reached it, the old wishing well that was so covered paddy weeds you could hardly tell what it was. And there he was.

His eyes reminded you of the sun, with such heat and utter passion to melt glaciers. A set of cherry stained lips framing a mouth that had yet to speak the first words. You finally realized the song that was playing over and over again within your chest, and you could only help, but bite back a laugh. Everything in this moment seemed so bubbly, so bubbly with anxiety and wonder and hope.

“Hi, I’m Minghao. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything sooner, I was so afraid to press play.” He motioned to his phone that was playing the shittest pop song you had ever heard, making the entire moment seem much less serious and more exciting and fun.

“Hi Minghao, you have shit taste in music.” You laughed, and so did he making a much more beautiful melody than what you could ever play.