how come i have never seen this before

I’ve just come to the realisation that Hermione Granger probably memory charmed her parents and packed them off to Australia long before she told Harry and Ron she’d done it at the beginning of Deathly Hallows.

She literally never goes home from Goblet of Fire onwards, spending her summers with the boys instead. In GoF she’s remarkably blase about her teeth, something her dentist parents would have noticed and felt hurt about. 

If I were to guess, I’d say she probably did it after the wizarding world cup when she’d seen exactly how the wizarding world treats muggles and decided not to let that happen to her folks. Hermione knows which way the wind is blowing and gets in early. She’d be more than capable of doing it. 

my favorite thing that Clark Kent does is try to figure out how a Normal Human Man would respond to getting injured

like if someone shoots at him he can say “oh he missed” and if someone tries to punch him he can kind of roll with it and barely avoid getting hit so they don’t smash their hand while going “oh ow oof what a punch ouch”

but then here comes the Joker with a comically large wooden mallet and now Clark has to figure out how Normal Human Man Clark Kent could conceivably survive this without making it obvious that he is not actually a Normal Human Man. just “oh goddammit i’ve never even seen someone get hit with one of these before, the joker’s probably seen all kinds of people get hit, he knows what this is supposed to look like but i have no goddamn idea i am so fucked”

superman may have the power of flight and super strength but clark kent has the power of improv

Six months ago I stomped your heart out on the streets of the neighborhood we used to roam.
You hated me. God, you fucking hated me. You hated that you loved me. God, you loved me. So much.
Tears were coming down from your mesmerizing green eyes, it was tragically beautiful. You were at your most vulnerable, your most raw and true self. The red around your eyes just brought out the green, I’ve never seen your eyes so bright yet so lifeless. You were crying, but it was beautiful.
Your knuckles were coated in blues and purples. You were so angry I could feel the hatred in your screams.
Now I’m looking at you, the 6am sunrise shining down on us, and you’re looking at me how you used to.
Before I broke your heart.
I swear you have the same puppy dog eyes, the exact same loving expression written all over your face.
How do you do that?
How do you still love me, the exact same, after I broke you?
—  v.m // that is love

the bold type was so unprecedented like i watched that first episode n kat is all “ahhh im a proud hetero u kno :-)” and i rly thought that was gonna be the end of it! i thought it was gonna go the exact way of all “str8 woman meets a lesbean n thinks she’s being hit on” content where theres clear chemistry that every queer on earth picks up on but str8s cant see and that would be it! and i just kind of resigned myself to the fact that this was just gonna be another feminist=str8 girl power shows

but then the intro to the second episode was like “no kat is entirely smitten! this plot line is not only ongoing but going to take up a third of the shows action!” yall i was YELLING and im really not exaggerating when i say i have never seen this kind of queer female rep….ever

this relationship. is btwn 2 woc. one of whom is a practicing muslim lesbian who wears the hijab (and as the sapphic love interest of color for the questioning main is everything that uhhhh floriana LIAR wishes she/sanvers ship was and thats the tea!)

and one of whom is a biracial Black woman who very realistically questions her orientation and its just…..the thing abt it is she’s so excited to figure this out! She’s confused and doesn’t rly know how to handle these feelings but she’s still havin fun on the journey! shes just havin a good time! and i have NEVER seen that before. the coming out process is always framed as this painful horrible excruciating sad process and at times yeah it is but other times? it’s nice. sometimes it is really truly just Good and (for the moment) untouched by all the sad parts str8 society forces on us.

and when kat tells her friends that shes questioning they just…support her? sutton says “we have to unpack this!” all excitedly bc she rly just wants to help! she wants to help kat figure it out bc she’s just a genuinely good friend! she’s! not! trying! to! label! kat!

jane lets kat fish a yoni egg out of her vag in a scene that WASN’T framed as a “haha were all just So Straight this isnt even weird! Like I love straight we can act so gay and just Be Straight u kno :)” like literally 3 seconds before kat was talkin abt how she might be into girls n jane still asks her to take it out AND doesn’t make any “haha don’t enjoy this TOO much :-)” type jokes or seem uncomfortable abt anything besides the fact that her friend has a hand inside her vagina like….in this age of Bad allyship where “”“”“"friendly”“”“”“ homophobia has kind of? Become? A thing? hell nope this scene and this friendship changed my whole ass life!!

imagine vampire yoongi.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

  • just when you thought he couldn’t get any grumpier, min yoongi is cursed to walk the earth for all eternity.
  • yikes.
  • so done with the world’s shit by now, honestly he stopped caring a long, long, looooong time ago and if anyone expects him to give a flying fuck about a hashtag or the panda’s dying they can think again.
  • political scandal? “is that a new band?”
  • global warming? “good, it’s kinda drafty here.”
  • the sun will one day grow to encompass the earth? “great, i’ll be waiting.”
  • whenever he gets bored or impatient with everything he’ll just go to ground and hibernate. 
  • by which i mean he will literally dig himself a hole and go to sleep in the earth for anything from a week to a century (ok that was one time.)
  • and he’s cold all. the. time. like, yeah i know he’s technically dead but he actually feels the cold all the time, because he lowkey starves himself.
  • so he’s always very bundled up, and doesn’t really notice the temperature shift from inside/outside or winter/summer.
  • and yoongi is old, okay, he doesn’t need much blood to keep him going. 
  • he’s got a short list of donors he can have a few sips from during the week, and that way nobody has to die because of him.
  • because ugh slaughter is such a pain to clean up.
  • so, not only is he technically dead, but he looks kinda malnourished, a little sick, and like he hasn’t slept. ever. 
  • and yet he’s very pretty, flawless, stoic, and distractingly magnetic.
  • because he’s so old however, he’s not weak, just lethargic af.
  • there’s just one thing he cares about. wanna take a wild guess?
  • music.
  • the only reason he hasn’t sunk to the bottom of the ocean, flung himself into a volcano, or walked into the sunset by now.
  • and when you don’t need to eat, sleep, or pee, you get through a lot of music so yoongi has pretty much heard it all.
  • these days he just kinda hibernates and wanders around while he’s waiting for new releases.
  • and you work in a record shop. wow isn’t that a nice coinkydink.
  • his usual place shuts down and he has to find a new shop that’ll let him sit around and listen to music in the evenings. 
  • and your place of work is exactly one such place.
  • he comes in late, depending on the season, just when the sun has gone down, during the last few hours of your work day.  
  • he doesn’t say anything, just sits and listens until you have to lock up.
  • and you just assume he works all day and this is the only time he has to go browse, although you notice eventually that he rarely buys anything, but you decide to leave him alone because he looks like he’s had one hell of a day.
  • anyway it’s nice not to be alone in the shop at the end of the day when it gets dark and all.
  • you tried to offer him coffee once, because you got some for yourself and he always looks like he just got in from a snowstorm. but he just shook his head no.
  • and at first he would stop by the shop once a month or every two weeks.
  • but one night, when you play something over the speakers that he hasn’t heard in decades, he suddenly feels???? nostalgic ????
  • and with wide eyes he asks you the name of the artist and you trip all over yourself and your words trying to tell him because you don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak and wow is that what his voice sounds like
  • and after that he starts coming every night to rediscover all the old stuff he hasn’t listened to in ages, because somehow in all his grump he had completely forgotten he could do that???? 
  • and he’s lowkey very grateful that he rediscovered his love of music through you, so whenever you try to make polite conversation with him after that he doesn’t just grunt or shake his head, he gives you actual answers, and you start learning more about him.
  • you let him stay after closing time, just a little while until you have to go, making small talk whenever he’s not absorbed in the music.
  • that way you learn so, sO much about music, everything from little technical details to great historical context, and you don’t understand how one man can have such a large range of knowledge.
  • and then you start playing whichever album he chooses over the speakers so that you can both listen and talk about the music together.
  • and stay around longer so he can finish whichever album he’s listening to that evening.
  • and he begins to walk you home because that way you can continue your conversations, and also it’s late and dark and he knows exactly what kind of monsters lurk in these shadows.
  • and by that time you’re already head over heels for him, but he’s very careful about keeping his distance, so you just assume he’s not attracted to you and that’s fine as long as he keeps keeping you company.
  • yoongi has probably mentioned he’s a vampire.
  • like at least twice he’s proclaimed to be dead and you just assumed you didn’t get the joke.
  • but the real joke is he’s dead, he doesn’t care who knows, and it’s not like anyone will believe him anyway.
  • “you’re too thin, when was the last time you ate something, yoongi?”
  • “a couple centuries probably, what year is it again?”
  • and
  • “you’re so pale, yoongi, you should get more sun.”
  • “i’m already dead, a little sun isn’t gonna help.”
  • or
  • “you look tired, yoongi, do you get enough sleep?”
  • “i took a ten year nap before this, don’t worry.”
  • or
  • “hey, yoongi, how are you today?”
  • “dead. could be worse, i guess.”
  • lmao rip.
  • and then, you go and get a dang paper cut.
  • before you can so much as bring it to your lips yoongi is already at your side, pressing a tissue (where did that even come from?) to the cut so firmly it cuts off circulation to the entire finger anyway.
  • and he’s so,,,,, close. 
  • you’ve never seen him so close, and all you can do is stare at him like an idiot and wonder how many people have specks of red in their eyes, because you’ve never seen that on anyone before.
  • and he doesn’t even breathe. he can’t.
  • and that’s when you realise “yoongi, you’re so cold!”
  • “i’m dead. i told you, i’m a vampire.”
  • and you’re like hha,,, hah,,,ha? w-what? 
  • so he takes your other hand, and holds it to the side of his neck and he’s completely cold and there’s no pulse.
  • and now the cat is out of the bag so he may as well lean in and sniff you because life’s too short amirite.
  • “you smell……….. incredible.”
  • that’s when you see his lil fangs.
  • and at first you’re freaking out because hol ?? ?y STHIT???
  • but then you realise, this is yoongi, who’s walked you home for months now, he’s had every opportunity to drain you dry and he hasn’t and you’re desperately in love with him.
  • so you just kinda,,,,, chill.
  • and yoongi looks surprised, expecting you to kick and scream, and asks why your heart rate suddenly slowed again and you tell him it’s because you trust him.
  • so, he asks “but what if i bit you?”
  • and you say “you wouldn’t.”
  • “then,,,,,,,, what if i kissed you?”
  • your heart damn near beats right out of your chest.
  • and in response he gives you the smuggest grin, fangs and all.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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The thing about Yuuri Katsuki…and I’m 99% sure that this is true even though it’s hard to tell with animation…is that he has Resting Bitch Face.

And that’s fine. Yuuri Katsuki doesn’t have to crack a grin every time someone tells him to smile, pretty. There are very few times in life during which Yuuri wants to crack a grin, at least pre-Viktor. 

He has anxiety, Harold.

It’s also not his fault that his default expression is 30% sad fawn and 70% Destroyer of Worlds. 

But this is why even though the happiness is bubbling up within him like a screeching kettle, so hot and intoxicating that he’s drowning, that he feels like he’ll explode, he can’t bring himself to show it. He levels Viktor with this stone wall of an expression that he’s developed over 23 years of self-sabotaging and self-overprotection and Viktor has no idea that Yuuri can hear his own heart scream Viktor’s name so loudly that his ears ring with it.

Viktor, on the other hand? Cannot have a single solitary emotion without it showing on his face. This is a particularly startling realization when you see how few genuine expressions he gives pre-Yuuri. 

Viktor wasn’t sad before Yuuri. He wasn’t happy or angry either. He wasn’t anything. He was absolutely and utterly numb. It’s only after he comes to Yuuri that we realize just how emotive this man is. 

I think that when he cries in Barcelona? Is the first time he cried in a long time. In episode twelve, we see him tear up three separate times. Twice because he’s so fucking happy

“I’ve never seen you cry,” Yuuri says.

“I’m angry!” Viktor snaps back, like it’s obvious. Of course he would cry if he’s angry.

Or sad.

Or so happy he can barely breathe, can barely do anything but put his hands over his own face and hope that the world can’t see him burst apart with it.

But it’s been so long since he felt any of those things.

When you think of abandoned/stray animals, animals being released on the end of dirt roads to fend for themselves, what do you imagine? $5 says you’re picturing a dog or cat. And that’s very likely the answer! However, there is a significant problem with people releasing small pets, exotics, livestock, and fish as well. 

Pictured here is Samuel, a beardie we had surrendered a number of years ago. What made Samuel’s case unique is that he was found trucking down the middle of a rural road. The person who caught him thought he was a native lizard and brought him in to my workplace asking for advice on how to keep him as a pet because they’d never seen such a cool lizard before. Once reptile care was explained to them, they didn’t want him, but at least learned he shouldn’t be set back loose, so we took him in (and he has since been adopted). 

I have similarly taken in released or escaped (thought we ALWAYS check lost/found when we take in a stray anything, and none of these had anyone looking) iguanas, non-native turtles and tortoises, rabbits, pigs, parakeets, chickens, and more. Heck, if I had the means, I’d have come home with an abandoned horse tied to a post on a rural road. 

Releasing dogs and cats is bad enough. They’re domesticated species and often succumb to disease, predation, injury, starvation, etc., though in some cases do establish feral populations that are injurious to wildlife. Releasing exotics tends to have one of two outcomes: a swift death or, given appropriate climate conditions and multiple individuals, the establishment of invasive populations that threaten native wildlife. Florida is obviously the textbook example, but populations of non-native animals released intentionally or accidentally by individuals or industries are present in virtually every state and indeed most countries. 

So what do you do if you can’t keep your fish, or rabbit, or iguana? Well, for one, never release it into the wild. Many people romanticize “the wild” as a wonderful taste of freedom after a life of captivity even if they acknowledge that the animal will likely not survive. In reality, “the wild” tends to be a terrifying experience for captive bred or domesticated animals, and their end often comes after tremendous suffering. Even if your animal is well suited for the environment it’s being released into, doing so is almost definitely illegal and potentially harmful to native wildlife. 

Instead, try to seek either a) a qualified new home or b) a rescue organization. There are rescues for virtually every animal under the sun, and for every person who doesn’t want x species, there’s someone else desperate to own one. You should always vet both new homes and rescues to make sure you are surrendering the animal responsibly; a basic verbal interview or questionnaire should make clear if the home or rescue is qualified. And honestly, if you can’t find anything and need to surrender your pet to animal control? They still have a better shot, and if they do wind up being euthanized, it is certainly a favorable death to starvation, disease, predators, exposure, etc.

Remember: whenever you obtain an animal, you are entering an unspoken contract to be responsible for that animal’s wellbeing, from start to finish, be that finish with you or someone else. You break that contract when you leave an animal’s fate to chance by releasing it. 

101 Writing Prompts

1. “I didn’t know you two were related.” “We didn’t either.”

2. “I’m not saying I’m gay, but I would be if they were asking.”

3. “I’ve tried my hardest to fall for you, but it’ll always be them.”

4. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

5. “I didn’t even want to come to this party. You lied to me about the pinata.”

6. “Spin the bottle is such a cliché. I’m in.”

7. “I have to go in there with you? I didn’t sign up to play 7 minutes in hell .”

8. “That’s not how you pronounce my name and I’m not even sure you tried.”

9. “Are you new here?” “We’ve been in the same math class for six years.”

10. “You really shouldn’t touch that… I told you.”

11. “I recognise you. Do you have a dog.”

12. “ You’ve never seen Harry Potter?

13. “Can’t we just lay here for a minute?”

14. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”

15. “Is it weird if I say that your dad’s really hot?”

16. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?”

17. “I don’t know how we ended up sleeping together but I know I’m mad about it.”

18. “Whatever you do, just don’t tell anybody!”

19. “I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

20. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

21. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, but now it’s here I don’t know how to feel.”

22. “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

23. “I always hear my neighbour playing this beautiful music, but I’ve never actually met them.”

24. “Would it be alright if I pet your dog?”

25. “I’m so sorry to bother you this late but an owl got in my house and I have no idea how to get it out.”

26. “We can’t call the police! They’ll never believe us!”

27. “Why are you buying plane tickets? Are you leaving?”

28. “I swear I’ve seen them before in a dream.”

29. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done.”

30. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”

31. “It’s your fault, and I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

32. “This isn’t easy for me either.”

33. “I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to. You know that, right?”

34. “Can you at least promise me that?” “I don’t think I can, not this time.”

35. “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

36. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard to you want me to hit you?”

37. “I’d be scared if I were you.”

38. “You can’t go in there alone .”

39. “This seems like a lot of effort to go to for a mediocre joke.”

40. “Delete that picture right now or Mr.Snuggles gets it!”

41. “You didn’t go through my photos did you?!”

42. “Uhhh, I went through your photos and I have some questions.”

43. “I swear to god, if you tag me in one more bad meme I’ll make you regret it.”

44. “I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.”

45. “You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

46. “ Why wouldn’t you lock the door?

47. “Did you know kissing burns calories?” “I’m happy with my weight, thanks.”

48. “Your bad pickup lines aren’t cute, they’re just bad.”

49. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if I can take you to Christmas dinner and tell my family we’re together. They always ask if I’m dating and I can’t have that conversation again.”

50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.”

51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.”

52. “I forgot what we were fighting about in the first place.” “I didn’t.”

53. “Fuck you.” “Not with that attitude.”

54. “90% of people admit to having at least a slight bondage kink, and 10% are lying about it.”

55. “I don’t understand why you won’t just use a map on your phone.”

56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.”

57. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.”

58. “You know, I was joking in that birthday card when I said I’d help you hide a body.”

59. “Can we please turn off this song.” “But it’s a masterpiece .”

60. “I’ve known you for two years and I think I’ve been saying your name wrong the whole time.”

61. “Wow, you really are blind!” “Thanks for the update, can I have my glasses back now?”

62. “It might be petty but you borrowed my pencil three weeks ago and I’m gonna need it back.”

63. “I think they have a crush on you, which sucks because I’m kinda into them.”

64. “Just go and talk to them, they dont bite!” “What if biting turns me on? If they dont do it then what’s the point?”

65. “You can’t say that in front of children!”

67. “Seven years old is practically an adult.”

68. “Dude I ordered this on eBay and you have to see what they sent me.”

69. “I didn’t realise it meant so much to you.”

70. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”

71. “My friend thinks you’re cute, personally I don’t get it but this isn’t about me right now.”

72. “Not everything is about you!” “Untrue.”

73. “You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.”

74. “This is why I hate family dinners! It always gets awkward.”

75. “This can only end two ways and neither of them are pretty.”

76. “Not everything can be butterflies and rainbows! Things get hard sometimes, that’s just how it is!”

77. “My mom told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers, and you’re definitely strange.”

78. “I can’t believe you fell asleep when I was showing you my favourite movie of all time.”

79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

80. “I could lie here with you forever. I wish I didnt have to leave.”

81. “Everything’s changing and I hate it! I liked the way things were.”

82. “You look so incredible, if that didn’t look so good on you I’d probably tear it off.”

83. “Do you think they noticed that we left?”

84. “The funny thing is, you could have fixed this and you didn’t even try.”

85. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? I’m only asking because it hurt when I did and I thought I might have done it wrong.”

86. “That was super cheesy and I’m lactose intolerant.”

87. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!” “You didn’t tell me you weren’t.”

88. “Your friend told me you had a crush on me, I just wanted to let you know your friend is a snake.”

89. “Are you staring at me or are you staring past me?”

90. “If you we’re a guy/girl would you go out with me?” “I am a guy/girl.”

91. “Sounds stupid. When are we doing it?”

92. “Can we tell my parents that I’m at your house, just incase they get suspicious?”

93. “This is the part in the movie where we kiss or one of us dies. My fingers are crossed for option one.” “Speak for yourself.”

94. “I’m offended that you don’t have more faith in me but, honestly, it’s understandable given past experience.”

95. “Its just a blind date! What’s the worst that could happen?” “I could literally die.”

96. “I would light myself on fire to keep you warm and you wouldn’t even hand me a coat if I were freezing.”

97. “I trusted you, and so I guess I should have seen this coming.”

98. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly.”

99. “Okay, but this is the last time I bail you out!”

100. “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

101. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤ 

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊 

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic sex. Semi-public sex. Fluffiness. Bucky’s just having a good time.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 5]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: You and Jungkook plan another date after exchanging numbers. Since you’re under house arrest, Jungkook decides to spend the evening at your place. And things seem to go perfectly–until they don’t. 

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After you hobbled home from the music building, your body was exhausted. But you were still thrumming with excitement, clutching your cell phone tightly in your hand. You had finally gotten Jungkook’s phone number, and he finally had yours.

With great difficulty, you managed to pry off your shoe and make it to your bedroom. After carefully setting your crutches aside, you fell back onto your bed. Holding your phone above your face, you couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across your lips.

You opened your contacts, pulling up Jungkook’s profile. He had snapped a silly selfie when he put his number into your phone, and you stared dazedly at your soulmate’s photograph, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate.

Hesitantly, you composed a new text message. You began to type a quick greeting, but it seemed too formal, so you erased it. “Hey soulmate,” you tried, then immediately cringed. Backspacing quickly, you stared at the blank text. Maybe it would be best to wait for Jungkook to text first.

Letting your arm–and your phone–fall to the bed, you stared up at the plain ceiling and tried to remember Jungkook before the car accident. After racking your brain relentlessly, you were left with a headache and no answers.

That only made you more curious–what was your first encounter with Jungkook really like? He seemed to like you enough now, so surely it must’ve gone well.

With thoughts of Jungkook on your mind, you slowly drifted to sleep, the world around you fading to black.


You woke with a start, your eyes shooting open. Beside your ear, your phone was vibrating loudly. Exhaling shakily, you placed your hand over your racing heart. Eventually, you picked up your phone from beside you, checking the lock screen for notifications.

When you saw what had set off the alert, you nearly dropped your phone.

Jungkook had texted you. Excitedly, you unlocked your phone and opened your messaging app.

RECEIVED 1:43 PM
Hey Y/N 💩

You laughed at Jungkook’s poop emoji and quickly composed a response.

SENT 1:44 PM
Hey 🍪

RECEIVED 1:45 PM
What’s with the cookie?

SENT 1:45 PM
It’s u

SENT 1:45 PM
Kookie

You blushed, wondering if the nickname was a bit too much. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, but this time, it was a text from Jieun. Confused, you opened the new chat.

RECEIVED 1:47 PM
Are u talking to Jungkook? He’s sitting a row in front of me. He’s staring @ his phone and MAD blushing

Laughing, you felt your embarrassment fade away. You quickly replied to Jieun with an affirmative and closed the chat. Returning to your conversation with Jungkook, you saw that he had already responded.

RECEIVED 1:47 PM
…cute

RECEIVED 1:48 PM
So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Haven’t seen you in while

SENT 1:49 PM
Like a date? Or are we aiming for platonic soulmates?

Another alert from Jieun appeared on your screen, and you cackled as you went to check her update on Jungkook.

RECEIVED 1:50 PM
WHAT DID U DO?!?! HE’S COMPLETELY RED

RECEIVED 1:50 PM
ARE U SEXTING

SENT 1:50 PM
Jieun wtf

You squirmed around on your bed, feeling happier than you had since you left the hospital. The smile on your face seemed permanent, and you grabbed your pillow and squealed into it. Still, it was kind of depressing that texting your two friends could make you so excited.

Grabbing your phone again, you checked to see if Jungkook had summoned enough courage to respond. He had.

RECEIVED 1:52 PM
Yes, like a date.


SENT 2:01 PM
JIEUN!!!! JUNGKOOK IS COMING OVER FOR A DATE TONIGHT!! PLS HELP ME CLEAN THE APARTMENT AND MYSELF


When Jieun had come home, she frantically shoved the mess in the living room into her own bedroom while you limped around the house, dusting things. It was the most you had ever cleaned since you had moved in together, which was saying a lot.

Then, she had helped you into the shower, making sure you stayed upright as you bathed yourself. Your friendship with Jieun was a true one–both of you had long graduated any feelings of embarrassment around each other.

By the time everything was said and done, it was almost time for Jungkook to arrive. Jieun helped you onto the couch, setting your crutches against the wall beside you.

“I’m going to go to Lisa’s place for awhile,” Jieun said as she flopped onto the couch beside you. “Just call me when you’re ready for me to come home.”

“You don’t have to leave, you know,” you frowned, turning to look at your friend. Jieun just rolled her eyes at you. “I’m serious! I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure Jungkook would,” Jieun snorted. “I’ll let you soulmates do your thing. Just…be careful, okay? Don’t jump headfirst into something you’re not ready for.”

“I’m not going to sleep with him,” you replied, a little incredulously. Jieun winced at that. “We’re just going to watch a movie and talk, I guess.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jieun said, standing up. She walked over to the foyer and grabbed a jacket from the closet. “Don’t let yourself get swept away by the emotions of the moment.”

“Wow, you’re pretty insightful today,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood. “You should write this shit down.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Jieun laughed. She slipped into her coat. “I’m going to head out now. Call me later, okay?”

On cue, there was a knock at the door. Jieun shot you a serious look before she turned to open the door, but you couldn’t read it. Then, she swung the door open, revealing a slightly nervous Jungkook, still dressed in all black.

Jungkook glanced down at Jieun, who said something quietly to him. From where you were sitting, you couldn’t hear, but you just hoped Jieun wasn’t threatening him. Jungkook frowned and said something back, and then the two brushed passed each other.

Jieun left, shutting the door behind her quietly. When you turned your gaze back to Jungkook, he was smiling lopsidedly at you.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, holding up a plastic bag in his hand. “I brought some Chinese. Hope that’s okay.”

“If I had any doubts that we were soulmates before, I’m completely certain now,” you replied, eyeing the bag hungrily as the scent of Chinese food wafted around the apartment. “You know the way to a girl’s heart.”

“Didn’t think it would be that easy,” Jungkook laughed, stepping out of his shoes and making his way towards you. He set the food onto the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down beside you. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Eating,” you replied immediately, still staring at the takeout. Jungkook laughed again, and when you glanced at him, his eyes were crinkled into crescents. If your heart clenched at that, no one needed to know.

“There was a really good movie I watched recently,” Jungkook said, unpacking the food that he had brought. He popped open the lids, revealing black bean noodles, sweet and sour chicken, and broccoli and beef. You could feel your mouth watering.

“I’m down for anything,” you replied, picking up your laptop from the coffee table. You turned on the screen and opened up your browser. “What’s it called?”

“The Girl Who Leapt Through Time,” Jungkook replied, breaking apart a pair of chopsticks. “Classic.”

“Seriously?” you asked, turning to gawk at him. “Are you a closet weab? How come you never told me before?”

“It’s embarrassing,” Jungkook said, blushing slightly. “I mean…do I look like I watch anime?”

“That’s true,” you agreed, reaching to grab your own set of chopsticks. You split them easily, resisting the urge to rub them together because you had heard it was a rude gesture. “Still, who am I to judge?”

“So you’ve seen the movie already,” Jungkook surmised, popping a piece of beef into his mouth. “I have a billion other suggestions.”

“I haven’t watched Your Name yet,” you commented, fishing out a piece of broccoli. “I heard it was really good.”

“Yeah, I loved it!” Jungkook exclaimed through a mouthful of noodles. “I’ll watch it again, I don’t care.”

And so you pulled up the movie on your laptop, streaming it to the TV in front of you. You and Jungkook ate quickly as the movie played before you. Paying more attention to the food, you startled when Jungkook began quietly singing the opening song along with the movie.

Discreetly, you glanced at Jungkook as he sang. His voice was beautiful, to say the least. He sang effortlessly and melodiously, his clear voice floating around the room. Eventually, the opening ended, and he nonchalantly returned to eating.

“Your voice is beautiful,” you remarked softly, still awed by Jungkook’s performance. He turned to you, his cheeks full of food, and blushed slightly.

“Oh, thank you,” he managed, voice muffled by his full mouth. He chewed with some difficulty, and once he swallowed, he spoke again. “Well, I am a music major.”

“Still,” you sighed reverently. “Some people are just born with nice voices. Damn, I could listen to you sing all day.”

Jungkook’s cheeks darkened, and he coughed awkwardly and turned back to face the movie. “I wouldn’t mind singing for you again,” he said quietly after a few moments. “You know, if you want.”

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied honestly. You and Jungkook turned your attention back to the movie with small smiles.


After the movie ended, you and Jungkook just talked for a few hours. You reminisced about the old memories you shared together, and you learned a few new things about each other, too. Like Jungkook was a good artist, and you could play more instruments than he could.

Eventually, you and Jungkook both realized it was time for you to part. It was getting late, but neither of you wanted to say goodbye.

“I should really go now,” Jungkook said again, although he made no attempt to move. “Like, I really should.”

“No one’s stopping you,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow. Jungkook pouted at you–a habit of his you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to, since it seemed so out of character.

“Rude,” Jungkook said, actually standing up this time. He extended his arms and helped you to your feet, reaching around you to pass you your crutches. “But I guess I do need to leave. Jieun’s waiting to come back, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’ll walk you to the door, since that’s as far as I’m allowed to go.”

You and Jungkook made your way to the foyer, and he began to put on his shoes. The sight evoked a strange sense of deja vu, but you shrugged it away.

“Tonight was really fun,” you said, and Jungkook smiled up at you from where he was kneeling. Once ha had finished tying his Timberlands, he stood back up.

“I thought so, too,” Jungkook agreed. “I wouldn’t mind doing something like this again.”

“Maybe we could actually go out somewhere if my house arrest is lifted,” you laughed.

“I’m fine anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” Jungkook said shyly. And it was so cheesy, but you couldn’t help but blush. When your eyes met Jungkook’s, his were serious. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, shocked at Jungkook’s request.

His hands came up to gently cup your face, and he stared intently down at you. Slowly, he moved forward, and your eyes fluttered shut. His soft lips pressed gently against yours, where he lingered for a moment. Then, Jungkook pulled away. When you opened your eyes, Jungkook was grinning at you.

“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook said softly, turning towards the door.

“Bye,” you said, your voice nearing a whisper. But Jungkook heard, and turned back to smile at you one last time. Then, he turned the doorknob and slipped out of the apartment, closing the door shut firmly behind him. Again, you were struck by a strong feeling of deja vu.

Then you realized–it was because you had seen this all before.

Jungkook in your apartment, standing in the foyer, putting his shoes on. Jungkook looking at you, a very different expression on his face. Jungkook, your soulmate, turning away from you and slamming the door as he left, his cruel parting words echoing loudly in your mind.

You remembered.

And suddenly, for the first time in weeks, you heard the whispers of Jungkook’s thoughts in the back of your mind. Quieter than before, but present nonetheless. Focusing, you were able to make out your soulmate’s voice.

“Fuck. I really, really, really like her.”

Tears began to pool in your eyes. You weren’t sure what to believe.

- Girl in Luv

Writing about Chinese food made me so hungry. But I can’t even eat anything good because I’m on a damn diet. ANyway, hope you enjoyed this instalment of the series! Sorry it took so long to write. Also this is unedited, so I’ll go back and make any corrections later. I’m going to try to wrap this story up in the next few parts. Let me know if you liked it! Thanks always for the support, and happy reading 💛

I Got You - Brett Talbot x Reader

Originally posted by holyhalehottness

Pairing: Brett x Reader

Prompt: Unrequited loves a bitch but Brett is your prefect distraction. (Inspired by I Got You – Bebe Rexha)

Warning: Smut, getting high, slight angst and swearing.

ENJOY!!

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You smiled over at the pack as you spoke to your boyfriend. You laughed at something Sean, tucking your hair behind your ear. After a few heated kisses with him he said he was going to speak to his friend so you made you way over to the pack. Lydia was looking at you with a smirk as soon as you arrived. You smiled and started to speak to Kira and Lydia about what everyone was doing over the weekend.

“I don’t like him.” Stiles interrupted as you were about to open your mouth.

“Who?” You asked confusion gracing your voice.

“Sean.” He stated as the guys looked worriedly between you and Stiles.

“Well you’re the only one who has a problem with him.” You sassed, your arms crossing across your chest.

“Not true actually I dislike him too.” Isaac sassed back. You shot him and looked at Liam waiting for more opinions.

“I don’t trust him.” Liam muttered shyly, you looked to Mason and Cory.

“He has a reputation.” Mason whispered but Cory nodded in agreement so you glanced at Scott, he was your alpha so whatever he said you would soak in more.

“If you love him be with him. Just be cautious. Okay?” He smiled over the table at you softly and you just nodded in response.

After school was over you made your way to your sleep black pickup truck, only to find Brett leaning against it. You grinned at him as he opened his arms. You ran into his arms as he lifted you up, your legs dangling quite far from the floor. After a minute he put you down you stared up at him with the biggest smile ever.

“So how was your trip with Satomi?” You asked softly as he leaned against your car crossing his arms.

“It was good I learnt a lot. I missed my best friend though.” He chuckled before bring you in for another hug but we were interrupted by a throat clearing. You pulled away to see Sean there with a pissed of look placed on his face. You moved away from Brett as they both seemed to be sizing each other up. Compared to Brett, Sean was shorter he was about 5’’10.

“Who’s this?” Sean finally spoke his tone serious.

“This is Brett my best friend. Brett this is my boyfriend Sean.” You stated almost automatically.

“How come I’ve never seen him before?” Sean asked still not taking his eyes off Brett.

“He goes to Devonford prep. Plus he’s been travelling.” You stated proudly as you smiled over at Brett who returned the smile easily but then turned his attention back to Sean.

“Right anyway you still coming to that party tomorrow?” Sean asked his voice still strained.

“Yeah. You coming Brett?”

“Whose party is it?” He questioned softly.

“It’s Lydia’s her mom’s away this weekend so she’s throwing a party.” You stated, gasping when you remembered you were going shopping with Lydia.

“Shit I gotta go! I have a shopping trip with Lydia.” You exclaimed as you jogged over to Sean giving him a soft kiss before turning back to your car.

“You coming Brett? Stiles, Mason and Cory are coming too.” You made your way to the driver’s door as you spoke. He opened the door for you before offering his hand so you could step up easier. He made his way round to the passenger’s side, getting in and looking to you as you started backing out the parking lot.

“So new boyfriend?” He finally said after 2 minutes of driving you nodded in response. He grunted as if he was thinking but you decided not to ask. After 5 minutes you arrived at the mall, you immediately saw Lydia, Stiles, Mason and Cory stood by Stiles’ jeep. Once you cut off the engine and started grabbing you bag, Brett got out and made his way round to your door. He opened it, grabbing your bag before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder making you squeal.

“Brett put me down you caveman!” You laughed as you playfully hit his back, he put you down once you arrived in front of the pack.

“Okay so Mason and Cory you being here makes sense but Stiles what you doing here?” Brett laughed as Stiles pulled a sour face.

“Because my boyfriend has horrible taste in clothes and we need to update his wardrobe.” Lydia stated her lips doing that thing were they pout slightly, like she was thinking of world domination.

“Boyfriend!? How much did I miss?” Brett choked as he heard the word boyfriend.

“Mhm their cute together.” You responded impersonating Lydia. Stiles and Lydia rolled their eyes in unison before you all made your way into the mall.

“Question is why are you here?” Stiles finally spoke.

“I’m the bi sexual friend so I get away with helping the girl change clothes.” Brett deadpanned Stiles’ jaw dropping as he looked at everyone who were trying to contain their laughter.

“He’s helped you change!?” Stiles screeched at Lydia.

“No he only does that for Y/N, I usually have Mason help me.” She responded sassily.

Stiles nodded as we finally walked into Macys, he followed Lydia closely as they made their way to the male section. You followed and started looking at jeans for Brett. You found a pair of dark indigo faded slim fit jeans. Plucking them off the rack as Brett finally caught up with you, he stood in front of you with a raised eyebrow. You held the jeans up then looked at him as if analysing whether it was a good pick, when you finally nodded and passed them to Brett as you made your way to the changing room. He went in without a word as you stood there patiently, Cory and Mason arriving and waiting with you. When Brett came out you all stopped to look at him, glancing over at Cory before you both smirked.

“Who’s that sexy thing I see over there?” You both sang in unison making Mason snort. Brett rolled his eyes and went back to the changing room. When Brett came back out you and Lydia made your way to the girls section. You both quickly picked some items before going to try them on, leaving the boys to sit it the waiting room.

“I think you should stop eating southern fried chicken and started eating Buttermilk Donuts. Their sweeter and drool worthy.” You stared at her like she’d gone crazy before your jaw dropped realising what she meant. ‘I think you should stop dating Sean and start dating Brett.’

“Why what’s wrong with Southern Fried Chicken?” You raised your brow at her as you stripped out your jeans. ‘Why what’s wrong with Sean?’

“It’s delicious and everything but it will betray you one day and it’ll all go to your ass.” She slid on her dress before sipping it up as she spoke. ‘He’s cute but he’s not trust worthy.’ After that she walked out the changing room. You shook you head and did up your dress before walking out.

After 20 minutes you had paid and made your way over to the food caught. As you stood in the que someone bumped into you making you almost fall, until you felt strong arms wrap around you. You looked up to see Brett glancing at you with concern, you smiled at him as if to reassure him you were okay. He nodded his arms staying around your shoulder. He usually did this but after what Lydia said the action made you blush. Once you all had your food you went to find a table.

It was now Saturday and you were officially ready for Sean to pick you up. You had 5 minutes to spare so you did you last check of your hair and makeup before hearing a car horn. You made your way to the car, your midnight blue dress slinging to your body like a second skin. It was a ruffle off the shoulder dress that was tight and reached mid thighs. You wore nude slightly pointed heels that clicked as you walked to the car.

Sean gave you a compliment before setting off, you both sat in comfortable silence for all of the ride. Once you arrived Sean got out and stood there as if waiting for me to get out myself, that’s when I remembered how Brett always held the door open for me. In fact the whole of the pack males always held the door open for the girls, this made you frown before deciding to let it go. You made your way up Lydia’s drive before getting to her large front door. You knew you were early because there was only a few people here but you thought you could offer help. Sean went off to find any of his friends as soon as Lydia opened the door making you roll your eyes.

After a few minutes of helping to make sure everything valuable was in a locked room Lydia got you both a drink. You knew as a werewolf you couldn’t get drunk but that didn’t matter you were here to have fun. You sat on the counter across from Lydia, legs crossed as you spoke about gossip that you’d both found out during the week. After a few hours you stood with the pack outside by the pool, talking about anything and everything. That’s when you felt lips press against you exposed shoulder. You glanced to the side to see a drunk Sean trying to touch you up. You looked at the pack who were rolling their eyes at his actions.

“Let go upstairs.” He murmured as his hands start straying lower.

“How about no. Go get some water Sean.” You sighed pushing his hands off, he huffed before walking off. You smiled at the pack before continuing your conversation, but you got interrupted once again as someone spun you round and dipped you down. You knew almost immediately it was Brett causing you to laugh as he brought you back up. He grinned down at you making you snort.

“Okay as much as this is, I need a bathroom break.” You giggled before glancing at Lydia and Kira, they nodded and followed you to Lydia’s on suit. As you opened the door to Lydia’s bedroom you froze, causing the girls to bump into you.

“Why did yo- Oh shit…” Lydia stopped and stared at the sight before them.

“Boys get up here!” Lydia screamed which made Sean and the blonde under him look up. He froze as he saw you, his eyes wide.

“Y/N-”

“What’s u- Oh really?” Stiles sassed as he saw Sean and the blonde trying to cover herself. Brett came into the room and went to launch at him but was quickly held back by Scott and Liam.

“I suggest you leave before I decide that letting Brett loose wouldn’t be so bad.” Scott threatened as Sean pulled on his pants. You couldn’t speak or move you were vaguely aware that someone had pulled you into their arms, as soon as the smell hit you, you knew it was Brett and finally looked up to see his worrying eyes.

“Screw this.” You heard some say behind you and suddenly you saw Sean laying on the floor with a bloody nose. You looked up shocked to see it was Stiles who had punched him, everyone else looked just as shocked, he glanced at us before shrugging.

“What you guys weren’t gonna do anything about it.” He retaliated a smirk making its way to his face. After Sean left Brett carried you downstairs, making his way to the table outside. He sat down and placed you down on his lap and waited for the pack to take a seat.

“Okay so let’s make this night more interesting.” Brett grunted digging into his pocket bringing out a small bag that appeared to contain 3 blunts.

“You know werewolves can’t get high right?” You snorted.

“With this stuff they can, Satomi introduced it to me when we were traveling.” Brett smirked at Scott who was making grabby hands like a little kid who wanted some candy.

You couldn’t stop laughing an hour later, you leaned into Brett would was also laughing uncontrollably, his hands gripping you tightly as Stiles started talking about random shit his voice rising higher as he got more into the explanation. The party started dying out but that didn’t stop you and the pack having fun. That fun was soon ruined when Derek showed up.

“Are you guys high?” He asked as soon as everyone realised who had shut down the party.

“I dunno mom am I?” Scott’s voice went deep as he mocked Derek.

“Did you just quote Vampire Diaries?” Derek deadpanned making everyone stop before they started laughing.

“Derek watches Vampire Diaries!” You screeched burying your head into Brett’s chest as you tried to control your laughing. Isaac was dragged home by Derek that’s when everyone else decided to leave too. You laughed as you almost tripped up over nothing, you leant down and plucked off your heels so you could prevent it from happening again.

“Nice ass.” You heard Brett say behind you making Scott burst out laughing again.

“Nice everything.” You responded as you spun around, sending him a playful wink. You knew you should be sad about Sean right now but with all the warnings you weren’t. You saw it coming and your friends helped get your mind off it all. You spun around and went to catch up with Kira, Mason and Cory as Brett, Scott and Liam trailed behind you all.

You arrived at your house first, bidding everyone good night you strolled inside. Making your way up to your bedroom. You stripped your dress down leaving you in just panties.

“Maybe I should announce my presence.” You heard Brett’s voice behind you, causing you to jump and spin around forgetting you had no bra on.

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned as he looked you up and down, you looked down and squeaked before covering your breasts.

“What are you doing in my bed?” You snapped softly, trying to cross your legs since you knew your panties were see through.

“I wanted to check you were okay?” He responded gently.

“I’m fine.” You responded just as gently, you shot him a small smile as you decided to drop your hands to see his reaction. He bite his lip as he looked you up and down. You smirked at him before making you way over to your draws to grab a t-shirt, you pulled out a baggy top but before you could put it on Brett was behind you, his hands gripping your hips. You gasped as his hands ran down the front of your thighs.

“Brett what are y-you doing?” You stuttered as his hands crawled back up your legs resting on your hips once again.

“Right now nothing.” He stated as his hands gripped your hips tighter.

“What are you going to doing?” You rephrased the question.

“That all depends on you.” He spun you round and pressed you against your draws, caging you in with his arms. You took a deep breath trying to gain the courage for what you wanted to say, thankfully because you were still high it came out quite easily.

“And if I tell you I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name?” Instead on answering you he pulled you against his chest and brought his lips down to meet yours. The kiss was sweet and you soon melted into it, your arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss soon became more forceful and passionate which made you knee’s buckle but Brett caught you before lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him.

Your hands tugged at his hair, as his lips moved against yours. His hand slid to your ass and he carried you over to your bed, he broke the kiss and dropped you on the bed causing you to squeal. He chuckled at the sound but moved to hover over you. He brushed your hair out the way leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” He asked gently as his left hand ran through your hair and the other supported him, you nodded softly before he started placing small kisses on your neck. You bit your lip when his kisses turned to bites. His hand started to drag down your chest stopping to run over you nipples making you whimper. You thought now would be a good time to tell him you were still a virgin but you didn’t want to in case he stopped.

“B-Brett…” You couldn’t tell him you were scared.

“Hmm?” He mumbled as his mouth latched onto your left breast, sucking gently.

“I-I’m…I’ve n-never…” You tried to say it but the words couldn’t come out only moans and whines. Suddenly he pulled back as if he finally realised what you were trying to say. He looked at you shocked his hands pulling away from you causing you to whimper.

“But I thought you slept with Jason last year after the winter formal.” His statement sound more like a question but you just shook your head.

“I couldn’t…I got scared and made him stop, t-that’s why we broke up.” You stuttered tears welling in your eyes as you looked at him, knowing he would want to stop. You looked away slightly but when you looked back expecting pity all you saw was lust, making your eyes widen. A smirk formed on his face as his hands made their way back to your breast. You gasped as his other hand let go of your right breast and began moving down your stomach.

“Good it means I can ruin you for anyone else.” Brett whispered huskily into your ear as his hand slid beneath your underwear, his middle finger running along your slit. You gripped his broad shoulders letting out a soft whine as his middle finger entered you. His other hand still massaging your left breast as his tongue drew shapes onto your skin. He slid his finger in and out before adding a second one then he did something that made you almost jump away from him.

“W-What was that?” You panted as his finger pulled out slightly before pushing back in crooking his finger again making you moaned loudly.

“You mean that?” He chuckled, you just nodded in response and he kept rubbing that same spot, your hand covering you mouth trying to stop the moans from coming out.

“That’s your g-spot babe.” He smirked as he continued his ministrations, he took his spare hand off your breast and gripped your wrist making you uncover your mouth. He sat up and moved his hands to a different position, his finger now moving in a rough upwards motion which if you saw it from someone else’s point of view it would look like he was being too rough but all you felt was pure ecstasy. Your body started to involuntarily twitch, no matter how much you tried to stop it you couldn’t. Brett bit his lip as he watched you unravel, you’ve had an orgasm before but as you built up you realised you’d never had one like this. When you finally unravelled you clung to Brett like he was your life line.

“S-Shit! Brett..” You screamed in pleasure.

You finally started to come down from your high, still clinging to Brett as he stroked your hair soothing you. Once you had stopped shaking you looked up at him with wide eyes. He sent you a cheeky grin before he attacked your lips with his after a few minutes he pulled away and got off the bed. He reached into his pocket grabbing what looked like a condom before making his way back to you.

“You sure about this?” He asked softly as he knelt in front of you, in between your legs.

“Yes I want you…” You whispered, your face flushing slightly, he nodded and rolled on the condom. He leaned down aligning himself with your entrance before lacing your hands together. As he pushed in past the barrier you squeezed his hand in pain. You looked at his hand to see Brett was taking the pain away. You looked up at him with a thankful smile.

“You can move.” You whispered into his ear after a minute of waiting. He let go of your hand and wrapped your arm around his neck as he started moving. You gripped onto him as he used on arm for support and the other to hold you close. He started moving at a slow yet firm rhythm, he was groaning and panting in your ear which only served to turn you on further.

“B-Brett, feels good…” you moaned into his ear, biting his ear lobe softly.

“I know baby, you feel so amazing.” He groaned against the skin on your shoulder as you started to feel yourself build again.

“I’m c-close.” You gasped which made Brett move to press his thumb against your clit as he sped up his thrusts. He pulled back to look into you Y/E/C eyes, his bright blue ones boring into yours. You moved one hand to caress his cheek as he bit his lips his eyebrows furrowing slightly, the sight made you moan as you came for the second time that night. As you came around him he leaned down and kissed you as soon as he kissed you he let out a small husky groan. After his thrusts slowed he pulled back from the kiss before he pulled out slowly. He pulled the condom off and putting it in the bin before pulling back the covers and tucking you into his chest.

“Will you be mine?” Brett muttered against your hair as he placed a soft kiss there. You pulled away and looked up at him with a grin firmly placed on your face.

“Yes I would love to.” You responded before he pulled you down for a sweet kiss.

Busted

Originally posted by aomg-jaypark

Busted

“This place is incredible” you chimed following Tablo through the halls of the AOMG office. He laughed seeing you stop off at each of the studios, poking your head inside and just taking it all in. “I can’t believe it. People actually work here” 

Tablo chuckled looking back at you. “You act like you’ve never seen a studio before. YG literally has Iron man in the lobby”

“That’s the lobby…And I mean…the ones at YG are so boring.” you pouted. “These all have such personality. Like the Gray Ground. He named his studio that’s so cool” you were practically bouncing from how excited you were. You’d seen Choice, Kush, and Teddy’s studios but they were far from Wow. GD’s was pretty cool, but come on, it was GD.

Tablo laughed opening the door and leading you into the next room. “If it means that much to you, then just name your studio too.”

“Fine. But I’m demanding YG-PD also give me a budget for LED’s, paint and decor”

“I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Oh and candy! Gourmet chocolates from Belgium”

“What?” he scoffed

“Ya know…for clients…” you laughed.

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Ok but we have never seen Lance with his hood up. Like at all in 2. Huge. Seasons. Now I want to believe that it’s a thing he does only when he is upset. Maybe homesick or feeling like a seventh wheel again or even just feeling off. One day he just comes to breakfast with his hood up and no one questions it except for Hunk and Pidge. They had seen this before and know how bad it can be. They ask him what’s up and he just says “Nothing. Everything’s down.” with a heartless laugh. And that’s enough for pidge and hunk to comfort him and ask what’s wrong. They explain it to the others who are now standing in confusion and concern and they join them in comforting the blue boy. So angst and fluff.

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Imagine owning a small bakery which is overrun by the Mafia resulting in the leader, Drogo, becoming infatuated with you.

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Khal Drogo x Reader Modern au? Like he’s a UFC fighter or a mafia leader and reader is our fem Cinnabon bakery owner or student.

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WATERMELON & MINT [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Would love a Draco x reader imagine where they’re best friends and they’re always really close and they smell each other in the amortentia? I know so original but your writing style is good so it’d be great for you to write a version of this imagine ?” — by anon

a/n: *badly impersonates professor trelawney* you have the markings of a true seer, my child! lol, but seriously, i was thinking about making an imagine like the one you requested, anon. and i am very pleased that someone asked for it bECAUSE THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WAHAHAHA. also, i might have blushed when you said my writing style is good 💓 hope you enjoy! x

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“What took you so long?”

Those were the words you uttered just as your best friend, and probably the longest companion you have ever had, sat down beside you like he usually did in Potions. You noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore the scowl he had whenever he saw Potter — which you assumed was the reason why his features were all annoyed, since Harry was in the very same class right now.

Draco took out his textbook, “What took me so long? You’re the one who didn’t wait for me when I clearly told you that we’d meet at the entrance of the Great Hall before going here.”

A blush crept on your cheeks, clearly remembering that he indeed told you that before the two of you parted ways this morning after breakfast. Draco was looking at you with a disapproving look and all you managed to do was sheepishly smile at him, which made him roll his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered just as Professor Slughorn began his discussion about a potion that was called Amortentia. “I completely forgotten it because Ron had a question and —”

“Wait a minute. Why on earth are you on first name basis with that Weasel?” Draco hastily cut you off, turning his body so that he faced you while you still tried to listen to Slughorn’s boring introduction.

You glanced at him. “Because unlike you, I’m not a git, Draco.” you couldn’t help but plaster a smirk on your lips, making him scoff.

But truth be told, only you could insult Draco face to face and get away with it. You have been friends with him since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, the compartment that he was occupying that time the only available place you could find to stay in. It still surprises you whenever you remember it because you were always under the impression that he was just as egotistical and snobbish as his father.

Well, he kind of still was, but whenever it came to you he wasn’t as bad as everybody claimed him to be. Draco was actually a very trust worthy friend, he was definitely someone you knew who could stay and tolerate your flaws and imperfections, and he has always been there for you in times of distress.

Of course, Draco undoubtedly felt the same, or else the friendship you had with him wouldn’t have lasted this long.

“Yes, now, well huddle up and divide yourselves into pairs.” said Slughorn with a peculiar smile on his face. “I’ll be giving each group a sample of Amortentia and you’ll have to be completely honest to your chosen partner what are the things that you smelled, alright? Okay, so, quietly fall in line …”

You shared a look with Draco and he nodded, standing up to get the mentioned sample from the professor for your own group. He was back in seconds, placing a tiny bottle on your working table containing a liquid that had steam rising in characteristic spirals. You leaned down closely to get a sniff, your nose wrinkling before turning to Draco.

“Seriously, Draco. How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I can’t smell anything besides it.” you tried sniffing again.

He pursed his lips together. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone overdoing something, it’s you. Your watermelon scented perfume is going to be stuck in my nostrils forever.” he chuckled.

Both confused by your own accusations to each other — since quite frankly, you didn’t bother to put on your perfume today and Draco had forgotten to apply his cologne — you and Draco leaned down once again to the bottle of Amortentia, determined to get a different scent other than the previous strong fragrance.

Draco glanced at you while you were still sniffing, casually moving closer so that he could familiarize himself again with the smell of your shampoo. He was still taking in the smell of watermelon from the potion, with two new additions: old books and now, your shampoo.

“What is it?” you questioned when he abruptly almost fell on his stool because of what he was beginning to discover.

“Nothing.” coughed Draco, changing the topic. “Er, what did you smell?”

You remembered the scent of fallen rain, the smell of mint, and the strangest of all, his cologne. You thought you were only catching the smell of it because of how close the two of you were sitting right next to each other. Clearly, you were mistaken and found yourself blushing at the realization that you were attracted to your best friend.

“You go first.” you insisted but Draco shook his head.

“No, no, ladies first.”

You snorted, “Please, Draco, we both know you hardly recognize me as a lady.”

“Girls first then.” he corrected himself.

“No, really, you go first.”

“Y/N, don’t be stubborn and just tell me —”

“Yes, I would, right after you tell me yours —”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N — ”

“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N, do we have a problem?” Slughorn had appeared in front of your desk, a triumph smile on his face. “I can’t help but notice that your voices have increased in volume. May I know what’s the noise all about?”

“Nothing, professor.” both of you claimed.

Slughorn narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

“We were just about to exchange answers, sir.” you added.

He grinned. “Is that so? Well, tell them to the whole class then! I’m sure everyone is just as curious as I am.”

Draco’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Actually, sir, I rather not —”

“Ridiculous, Malfoy! Now, come on, tell us what you smelled.”

You have never seen Draco act so uncomfortable and embarrassed before as he stared at Slughorn, his cheeks tinted pink while he held this look as if he was silently praying that the time was up and they were now going to be dismissed for their next class.

He coughed. “I smell … old books, uh, watermelon, and … kind of like a bubblegum scent.” he murmured the last part, knowing that you were the only one that had hair smelling like bubblegum around the castle grounds.

“And how about you, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Fallen rain, mint, I think. And, well,” you caught Draco waiting for your answer, “um, some type of cologne.”

“Ah! How astonishing. I wonder who would be the lucky person to be wearing such a cologne …” trailed the professor, finally leaving his attention to the two of you and back to his own desk in front.

You and Draco were both silent on your seats, knowing in fact that you had smelled each other in Amortentia — a love potions that gave off a scent that you are most attracted to. In both of your cases, only now did the both of you realize that maybe all this time you’ve been with each other, the affection you showed weren’t precisely platonic as thought it was.

“So,” Draco was the one who had the nerves to speak after understanding, “it was my cologne, huh?” there was a hint of cockiness in his tone and when you peered at him, he had this genuine grin that only you had the chance to see.

“Excuse me, Malfoy, but two beats one. You smelled both my perfume and my shampoo.” you said a matter-of-fact.

You gazed at each other for what seemed like hours before breaking apart, your lips curled up in a smirk while the professor now discussed another potion, Felix felicis.

Suddenly, Draco placed a hand on top of yours nonchalantly, intertwining it with his as a bigger smile appeared on his mouth. He seemed to be very pleased of himself and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the heavy pace of your heart, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something new and wonderful.

X-Men Preference: How they react to being saved by you

This time around the gifs are a bit different. Hope you don’t mind.


Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Originally posted by heckyeahreactiongifs

On the outside Logan pretends to be completely unaffected by your unusual show of strength and intelligence. He probably makes a few sarcastic remarks about you showing up “late” and he might even chastise you for putting yourself in danger. In reality though he is impressed and more attracted to you now than he was before you saved him. He also won’t say thank you and unless you demand it from him. It’s not that he isn’t thankful, but he is very much a “manly man” and having to be saved by anyone at all makes him feel weak. 


Charles Xavier 

Originally posted by emmazkii

Before this moment he’s never seen the full extent of your powers, and he’s never seen someone look so determined and angry.  He was expected someone like Logan or maybe even Hank to chase after his captors, but he never considered the possibility that you would be the one shattering the wooden door. For a moment the danger of the situation drops away and all he can do is watch your movements. To him it seems like every move is perfectly calculated and the fight is over in seconds. In reality you’re just so mad that Charles was taken that you’re lashing out at everything that moves. 

Immediately after the two of you are in a safe place he tries to convey his appreciation in a way that wouldn’t freak you out. What he really wants to do is enthuse and rave about how amazing he thinks you are, but instead he tells you that you’re an amazing person while staring directly into your eyes. To be honest it’s still a little intimidating, because no one has ever praised you so much before but the compliments are still very appreciated. 

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

This is the moment that Erik has been waiting for. He’s known the full potential of your powers since the moment he met you and he’s been pushing you to explore the full extent of your powers ever since. When he finds himself in danger of being killed and you’re the one who comes to his rescue he couldn’t be more thrilled. 

Much to your annoyance, he eggs you on from his compromised position. Every now and then you’ll spin around and snarl at him to “Stop it, Erik!” 

Even days after the fight he continues to refer back to it if you ever mention your powers. For the most part you just roll your eyes at him. After all, you don’t want your existence to be based off of your ability to fight. But the look of excitement on his face every time he talks about it makes you feel just a bit warmer on the inside.

Peter Maximoff

Originally posted by the-reactiongifs

He’s so surprised! He’s always known you were a badass, but not this much of a badass. He stares at you in awe during the entire fight. In all honesty he probably could have helped out a little, but he’s captured by your skill. He’s already in love with you, but somehow he’s even more in love with you in this moment. 

Back at the mansion you stay with Peter while he get’s his wounds treated. “How come you were just standing on the wall looking stunned while I was beating everyone up.”

“You were just so amazing I forgot there was a fight going on. I didn’t know you could fight like that.”

“I’ve been fighting longer than you have, Peter. Why wouldn’t I be good at fighting.”

He shrugs wincing as he pulls a sore spot. “I’ve just never seen you fight before. You were just so amazing.”

“You’ve already said that.

Alex Summers (Havok)

Originally posted by dondehaypelo

When you show up as a part of the rescue team, Alex wants to sink into a hole. He’s been trying to flirt with you and impress you for almost a year and now you’re watching him get his ass handed to him. In any other circumstance he’d love to watch you fight bad guys, but for now the only thing he can think about is how embarrassed he is. 

He isn’t too badly hurt at the end of the fight. He only has a few scratches and bruises that you help bandage when you get back to the mansion. But while you’re helping him, you notice that he’s strangely silent. Normally Alex would be eagerly telling you about the mission. What went right and what went wrong. You suspect that when you’re not on the same mission he exaggerates his involvement, but it makes you smile to hear him speak with so much excitement. However, this time the two of you sit in silence. 

“Is something wrong, Alex? You’re not normally so quiet after a mission.”

“Well normally I’m not the one messing up and having to get saved.” 

“Aww Alex are you embarrassed?” you tease. “Don’t worry everyone has to be saved at some point.” You stand up from the couch that you and Alex have taken over. “If it makes you feel any better I still think you’re one of the best X-Men.” There was something in your tone to suggest that you were still joking around, but Alex could tell that you meant what you said. 

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

Originally posted by deathrayofgay

Scott is annoyed with the entire world. He can’t tell if he’s annoyed because he’s the one being rescued or because he inadvertently put you in danger. In fact, he’s so annoyed with the situation that he doesn’t realize the fight is over until you’re standing in front of him looking at him with concern. 

“Are you ok, Scott? You seem a little out of it. Did you hit your head or something.” 

“No I’m fine,” he answers curtly before roughly shoving past you towards the extraction vehicle.

You call after him several times before giving up and jogging to catch up with him. Hours later while the two of you are eating a late dinner you mention Scott’s strange behavior for the second time. 

“It’s nothing. I was just irritated because you had to come save me.” 

You laugh softly. “Scott you shouldn’t be annoyed because you’re not the perfect fighter. Everyone has to be saved at one point or another. It’s just how it works.”

“No it’s not that,’ he answers. “I’m annoyed because I was in danger and that put you in danger. And I don’t want you to be in danger.” 

The confession surprises you and for a few seconds silence hangs in the air. 

“I appreciate that, Scott, but I can take of myself and you know that.” 

Despite your attempt at making him feel better, Scott doesn’t talk much for the rest of the night. But the next morning he’s back to his normal self.  

Wait Up!

Request: I’ve got a request!! You could do one where the reader is tony starks daughter and she meets Peter at Civil War (she’s on caps side) and stark makes Peter promise to look out for her, Peter didn’t realize she’d be so attractive!!😉 just an idea!!☺️             

Warnings: None

A/N: I have almost ten requests in my inbox, so if I haven’t gotten to yours yet… that’s why.

Masterlist 

Originally posted by maryjosez

One week earlier.

“Okay kid,” Tony looked at Peter seriously, “One last thing.”

Peter shifted uncomfortably under Tony’s gaze, fiddling with his fingers.’

“My daughter’s going to be out there. And I don’t- look; she chose the wrong side, but at this point, I don’t really have any say in what she does. So just promise me that you wont let her get hurt, Keep her occupied.”

Peter’s mind was going a mile a minute. A daughter? What’s her name? She’s on team cap? How come he’d never seen her before? “Y-yes sir.” He finally answered.
Tony nodded, “Good. She’s um, she’s not here right now, so you probably won’t see her until we get to the airport. Her name is Y/N.” He added quickly.

Peter shrugged, trying to paint a picture of Y/N Stark in his mind.

Present time.

Well, let’s just say the real Y/N Stark was much better than anything Peter had imagined.

“There’s the Black Widow! And there’s Captain America! Whoa! Who’s that new guy?!” Peter exclaimed, holding his phone title in his hands.

“I wonder where Mr. Stark’s daughter is,” He looked around quickly.

“Underoos!”

“I gotta go, that’s me!” Peter set his phone down and rushed off to fight, almost completely forgetting about Y/N.

Peter breathed heavily, turning around the corner. He almost shrieked when he felt someone tap gently on his shoulder.

“Hi there!”

He whipped his head around, only to be met with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

“Oh, you’re Y/N!” He exclaimed as he dogged a punch.

“In the flesh,” Y/N responded, winking. She could feel him bushing under his mask.

“You’re awfully brave, picking the wrong side.” He tried to make sense of the fact that she had chosen the other side.

“Excuse me?” She punched him right in the gut.

“I mean like-” He stopped himself mid sentence to shoot out a web. Successfully sticking her to the wall.

His eyes widened when he saw that she was dissolving the web material, with her bare hands.

“Y/N!” Sam called from the other side.

“Gotta go!” She smirked. “See ya later!”

“Wait up!” He chased after her.


July/13/2017


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When I was 5, I sat on the edge of my chair with my legs spread. I felt an itch between them, so I reached down to scratch, but my grandma grabbed my wrist to stop me and hissed: “Girls don’t do that!” I asked her why, because I had seen my father doing it, I had seen all the boys in primary school doing it, too. And it itched and I wanted to scratch it. Her answer was: “It’s just how it is. Girls don’t do that. Also, don’t sit there with your legs spread like that. Girls don’t do that, either.”

When I was 6, I spent a day on the beach with my family. I was excited about the new bikini my mum got me, but confused as to why she asked me to keep the top on when I went for a swim. She hadn’t made me wear it the years before, but suddenly, she was very fussy about it. “Look, I’ve got one on, too.”, she said to me. And I thought I understood: Women had to cover their breasts, because they were bigger than mens’. But I wasn’t a woman. I was a child. Later, I overheard a talk she had with my dad. “I don’t want old men to stare at her.”, she whispered. I interrupted them and asked her why she thought old men would look at me. Her answer was: “It’s just how it is. It’s because you’re a girl. And men do that.”

When I was 9, I got in a fight with my best friend. I went home and complained about it to my grandma, who lived with us. She told me I should have seen it coming. “That’s how girls are.”, she said. “A friendship between girls is always also a competition. Girls are jealous, manipulative and backstabbing. You can’t trust them.” But I had never fought with my best friend before and I knew we’d forgive and forget the next day, anyway. So, I asked my grandma why, and her answer was: “It’s just how it is. Catfights will happen. It’s normal. That’s how girls are.”

When I was 13, I fell in love with a boy from the neighbourhood. I couldn’t hide my excitement. He was on my mind all the time and I caught myself wishing we were together, so I could hold his hand and kiss him, too. I wanted to meet him, get to know him better, and I told my dad about my plan of asking him out. “Don’t do that.”, my dad said. “It’s not appropriate for a girl to ask a boy out.” Though I partly agreed, since I had never seen a woman proposing to the man in a movie, or read about a girl kissing her crush first, I still didn’t understand what would be so bad about being an exception, so I asked my dad why I had to wait for a boy to show interest in me in order to be allowed to openly requite it. His answer was: “It’s just how it is, darling. The man makes the first move. It’s always been this way. Boys like to conquer, and girls love being chased.”

When I was 17, I was part of a large group of friends. There was a boy who fancied me. I didn’t like him back, but I wasn’t used to anyone crushing on me, so I enjoyed the attention. He’d always tell me I was special. One of a kind. Different. “You’re not like other girls.”, he said. “You’re not a bitch. You’re funny, laid back, intelligent. You don’t just care about your nails or your hair. You get my sense of humour. You’re not like most girls. You’re my best guy friend. But with tits.” I was flattered in the beginning, but soon, I started to wonder if his compliments were any at all. I began to feel disgusted with him. I didn’t want to be his best guy friend with tits. So I asked him what’s so good about a girl like me, a girl unlike what he called a typical one, and his answer was: “That’s easy to explain. A pretty model type of girl is good enough to jack off to, but in the end, a guy wants some drama free pussy. You’re an exception. The majority of girls is superficial and slutty. The kind of girl you fuck, but dump when you’re ready to settle down. Or they’re just plain boring and prude. This sounds harsh, but it’s just how it is.”

When I was 19, there was a boy I regularly had sex with. It was nice. Not the breathtaking kind of passionate, ecstatic fucking I had dreamed of; maybe we lacked chemistry, maybe it would have been nicer if we had been in love; but I was alright with it. I adapted, obeyed and swallowed. Of course I did. In the beginning, he really put an effort in giving me what I gave him. He really tried. But his attempts at putting his tongue to good work quickly faded into halfheartedly rubbing me dry and at some point, he said: “I’m giving up.” I asked him why. His answer was: “It’s so hard to get a girl off. You women need ages to cum. It’s so exhausting.” I laughed and told him I needed about two minutes when I did it on my own. “Then stick to that.”, he said. “I’ve got a cramp in my wrist. Women are so complicated. It’s just how it is. I’m sorry.”

I am 20 now, and I’ve come to realize that my female identity has been shaped by a biased, hypocritical excuse based on ridiculous gender roles: “It’s just how it is.” All my life, I have asked them why, and all they said was “It’s just how it is.” And it didn’t matter whether I’ve asked men or women. Internalized misogyny is just as harmful. There were as many women as men who said: “It’s just how it is.” But that is not the answer I wanted. Not the answer I needed. These few words don’t fucking answer the countless questions concerning my gender identity.

Why can’t I sit with my legs spread? What’s so shameful about what I keep between them? Why must I cover my breasts? Why am I being sexualized long before I’m even told when sex is? Why am I being taught to mistrust other girls? Why do I have to compete with other girls? Why am I only a good girl when I’m not like most girls? Why do I have to keep quiet about the way I feel? Why am I not allowed to show affection like men do? Can’t I conquer a boy’s heart, too? Why must love be about conquering, anyway? What if I don’t like being chased? What if it scares me? Why do boys scare me, anyway? Why do you make me feel inferior to them? And why do I have to like a boy in order to be liked? Why am I being shamed for being a “slut”, them shamed for being “prude”? Why am I expected to adapt, obey and swallow without praise when boys who return the favour are considered grateful, dedicated lovers, heroes, almost ,because to the majority of them, it’s not fucking understood that if I make them cum, they should make me cum, too? Why am I exhausting to be with? Why am I complicated?

Is it because I’m a bitch? Because I’m an oversensitive little baby? Is it because I’m a slut? A prude virgin? Is it because I’m on my period? Cause women are just crazy? Cause I am jealous, manipulative, backstabbing, competitive or any of the other countless negative traits that are immediately connected with the female identity? All summed up, is it because I’m a girl?

I’ve asked them. And they said yes.

And when I asked “But why?”, they said it again: “It’s just how it is.”

“It” is that context, is a never ending circle of resigning acceptance of the circumstance that girls are being raised to disrespect their own gender from their childhood on. I was, and am, expected to accept the fact that being female automatically makes me inferior, and that I should be thankful for being treated equally, because that’s not the standard. I was, and am, expected to appreciate and take it as a compliment when people tell me that I’m not like other women. Because I was, and am, expected to look down on women even though I am a woman myself. But I refuse. I refuse to adapt, obey and swallow. I refuse to accept that “it’s just how it is”. I refuse to take this as an answer, and I will not stop asking why. I won’t ever stop asking why. Not because I want people to give me a proper response, but because I want them to question themselves, too. I want them to start wondering. Want them to start doubting the concept of the role I’ve learned to stick to before I knew how to spell my “typically female” name. I want them to think about it, lose their sleep about it, until they ask, too: “Why?”

In order to eliminate misogynic stereotypes, we must unlearn to understand them. We must refuse to accept “It’s just how it is” as an answer, until we forget what “it” stands for. Keep asking why, until nobody knows an answer anymore. “It’s just how it is” is not an answer. Neither is “It’s cause you’re a girl”. Or “That’s how girls are”. Because girls can be everything and anything they want to be. That’s how it really is.

—  I REFUSE!, a rant on how my female identity has been shaped by excuses and lies