i am just staring at him

Paul Stamets and Toddlers though...

I have this HC that Paul is really anxious around little kids. I mean talking to adults can be hard enough. Talking to and interacting with kids, especially toddlers, however, is a whole nother level. What if he accidentally hurts them, or makes them cry? And how are they able to understand him anyway? They can barely form coherent sentences. (I am also very certain, that Paul is not able to understand the way toddlers talk.) That’s why whenever the topic children comes up, Paul insists that he isn’t cut out to be a father.

One day Hugh asks him, whether he could watch his niece (I always imagine Hugh with at least one sister who has children) since he has an extra shift at work or needs to step in for a coworker. So Paul, who can’t say no to his boyfriend, finds himself in front of this three-year-old girl, who is just staring at him. He’s already fearing the worst. Screaming, tears…. both probably on either side and a young girl who never wants to visit her uncle again, because he is in a relationship with such a mean guy.

However, when Hugh returns that evening, he finds the two of them, kneeling in front of some of Paul’s mushrooms, while the astromycologist tries to explain the mycelium network in as simple words as he can find. And that’s when he is sure that Paul would manage just fine as a father.

Extra: Hugh’s niece giving Paul a kiss on the cheek while saying goodbye and asking her parents when she can visit the funny Mushroom-man again.

Of Jealousy and Promises…

I first noticed how Lady Kiara looked at Drake during the barn building event. I mean, sure, Drake was easy to notice… especially with his shirt off. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him too… but when I saw Lady Kiara staring at Drake like that, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. But what is my claim with Drake? I cannot even bring myself to be honest with Liam. There were moments when I just want to be selfish and ignore Drake’s friendship with Liam, and I just wanted to be upfront with everyone. I wanted to shout to the world that I am in love with Drake Walker. I want him. I want him badly. But all of this has been more complicated when Liam professed his love for me. Fuck. It’s a good thing and I should be happy. Shit. This is my fault. I led him to believe that I was into it too… but honestly, I was just looking for an adventure, an escape. I wanted to recreate a new reality for me… but Drake happened. Now here we are, we have been spending our secret moments, our moments in between… in between of trying to clear my name and trying to avoid Liam; and somehow hoping that Liam would be sensitive enough to realize that I am not actually falling for him. Then now, I have to be worried about other girls that might catch Drake’s attention. Sure, he said I matter to him, but what if he gets tired of this complicated story and wants out? Unlike me, Lady Kiara, Lady Penelope and Lady Hana have been “freed” of their obligations to the King. They are now “allowed” to meet other nobles. Heck, Lady Madeleine is even helping them to find their match. I am not actually sure why everyone thinks I am still vying for the King’s hand when all I want was just to clear my name and be with Drake. Added to that, there is still the thing with the Beaumont brothers. I owe them. God, I should’ve known there is no such thing as free lunch. For the life of me, I won’t be able to pay them. Unless I become queen, which will never happen.

Past few days was tough after that. I had a hard time sleeping. I kept on thinking about Lady Kiara and Drake. Drake was actually kind to her, “at least find someone like me to help you.” My mind was whirling with Drake’s words to Kiara. Drake was not like that with me the first time we met. He was kind of a jerk. But he wasn’t with Kiara. Why? Is it possible that he likes her? Drake told me that Kiara wasn’t his type. But who knows…

The other day during the picnic, there they were again. Flirting. Kiara was honest enough to say that she likes Drake. Drake did not respond, but I saw him blush. My stomach did a somersault. For a moment, I thought I would literally vomit. Kiara also mentioned something about Savannah which is Drake’s weakness. I knew that Drake would try to contact her again to get any information about Savannah. I couldn’t sleep at all after that. I am 100% sure that they would get together.

After dinner, I messaged Drake to ask if he is up for a drink but he did not respond. He was probably busy, I told myself. Since there was no response from Drake, I couldn’t help myself but be anxious. I was in my room pacing back and forth thinking about Drake and Kiara; psyching up myself that it would be totally okay if Drake asks Kiara about his sister … but not in private. No. He could ask her when I’m around, couldn’t he? Finally, my phone buzzed. He replied saying, “Can’t. I’m out. G’night.” He is out? But Maxwell is in the train with Bertrand. I saw Liam with Madeleine a while ago. What could be Drake doing at this hour? And who is he with? Bastien, maybe? I know that there are other possibilities, but I wasn’t willing to admit. I shook my head. I went back to my bed and decided to watch a movie instead.

It was almost 10:30 in the evening. I’ve watched a whole movie and never heard from Drake again. The train was silent and probably most nobles were already asleep. I couldn’t sleep. Not until I hear from Drake. I texted him again, “When are you coming back?,” No reply. Then I heard her giggling. I stopped. No, please. It couldn’t be. I shut my eyes and told myself that I am imaging things. I stood up and pressed my ear on the door. I heard her laugh again. I didn’t know you are funny, Drake. Those words were reverberating in the train. That thick French accent, I’m sure it was her. Drake. She repeated his name. It couldn’t be, I tell myself last time. I had to check. I had to look. With my shaking hands, I opened the door gently and stepped out of the room. Kiara was hugging Drake and Drake was hugging her back. She pulled back and started stroking Drake’s arm. “Thanks for tonight, Drake. It was fun.” I felt blood draining from my face. Drake took Kiara’s hand and kissed it. I felt my knees weakened and my eyes dampen. Drake lifted his head and saw me. His eyes widened when he saw me. He quickly turned to Kiara, “Thank you, Lady Kiara.” He said silently. I quickly turned my back and went back to my room. I shut the door and sat on the floor. I felt my tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t let them hear my cries so I covered my mouth and tried to stifle my sobs. My chest hurt and I couldn’t breathe.

There was a knock on my door.

“Cruise,” It was Drake. “Please, open the door.”

I couldn’t respond. I did not move. He knocked again.

“Please. Cruise…”

“Go away, Drake.” I managed to say in between sobs. I stood up and walked towards my bed. “I don’t want to see you,” I cried.

Drake turned the knob and pushed the door open. Great, I forgot to lock that damn door. Drake entered and closed the door gently. “Hey,” he said quietly while trying to reach for my hands. I swiftly turned to my side while looking at the floor,

“How could you?” I felt tears streaming down my face again. As I was rubbing my face with the back of my hand, he grabbed my arm and hugged me. I pressed my face to his chest while sobbing.

“I’m sorry, Katherine.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “Please believe me. We did not go on a date,” he continued. “It is not what you think it is,”

I continued sobbing. I cannot bear to see his face. I feel that if I look at him I won’t manage to stay angry.

“Drake, you hurt me.” I whimpered.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He led me to sit on the edge of the bed. Drake knelt before me and lifted my chin. “Cruise,” he said as he wipes my tears with his thumb. “Listen to me. It was not a date. It was not like that.”

With my blurry vision, I saw Drake smiling. Fuck.

“You think this is funny?” I snapped.

“You are jealous, Cruise,” his lips breaking into a smile. “But,” he pressed his lips and continued, “I’m sorry. I should have told you that I was meeting Kiara. Let me explain,” he stood up and sat beside me. He pulled me closer and put his hand on my waist.

“You had whiskey.” I sighed. It was our thing, Drake. Great, you shared whiskey with her too. I felt my heart beat faster and my mind whirl again. They had whiskey. I felt my jaw clenched and my body stiffened. I guess, Drake felt it too and he pulled me closer. He kissed me on the forehead again,

“I did. But she didn’t.” He managed to reply,

“Wow. That’s great. Congratulations.” Tears started filling up my eyes again.

“Hey, I don’t think of Kiara that way. She’s not my type. I told you that before, Cruise.” His voice was on the edge and I felt that he was already annoyed by all of this. “I had to ask her about…”

“Savannah,” I finished. Of course.

 

“Yes. That was all. It was not a date. I need to know if she knows something about my sister. You understand that do you?”

I did not respond. Of course, I understand that. But I can’t help but be jealous. They were laughing. It took me months to make Drake laugh. You’re so funny, Drake. My ass.

“Cruise… please say something,” he whispered. His head leaning to my head and I can smell the whiskey from his breath. It was intoxicating but I still can’t get over the fact that he and Kiara were together.

“Drake, I…” I stood up. “I understand you want to know more about your sister. I know I don’t have the right to be jealous because I’m not even your girlfriend.” I was rambling. I was pacing back and forth in front of Drake like I was memorizing lines for a play. I could not shake of my anger; I had to let it out.

“But I’m hurt, Drake. I… love…” I gasped, no. I shook my head. Shut my eyes and breathed,“I loved being with you,” I managed to continue. “Those moments when we share whiskey… those are our thing. And… I don’t like that you are doing it with other ladies… laughing … hugging Kiara…” I was going on and on, suddenly Drake stood up, cupped my face and pressed his lips on mine. We kissed passionately until we were both breathless.

“Jesus, Cruise… you talk a lot.” He smiled. Looking into my eyes, he said, “I like you. I want you… and you only.” He kissed me again.

I looked into his eyes, “You promise, Drake?” I asked.

He pressed his lips on mine, “Of course, Cruise. I’m only yours.”

yesterday I was at gamestop and a man in full Data cosplay walked up to the front counter and I did a double take so hard I nearly broke my neck. So, he walks up and the cashier just casually smiles and goes “How’s it going, Data? What can I do for you?”  and Data goes, “I am doing quite well. I was just wondering when you guys would have Destiny 2 in stock.” This mans……literally did not smile or emote at all. He went all in. The cashier was totally non fazed. I, however, was completely shitting my pants cos ya’ll DO NOT understand how good this dude’s cosplay was. It really looked like fuckin data teleported into the middle of game stop in rural ohio to ask about motherfucking destiny 2.

The only time he broke character was when I was stealthily trying to stare at him and thinking about asking for a pic when he was walking out.This dude. Looked at me, completely expressionless. and WINKED at me. Someone collect ya mans he wildin lmfao

Draw me Like one of your French Girls... Part 1


This fic is dedicated to @yunyin who was a big part of bringing it about in the first place ^_^ 

(Warning some spoilers for ML Season 2- (Just the stuff we knew during the hiatus nothing important from the new episodes) 

“Listen furball, I am ten times as sexy as you are. That is just a fact. People would pay to see pictures of me.”

“People DO pay to see pictures of me,” Chat shot back.

“What?”

“Never mind,” he grumbled, “the point is that I am obviously the sexier of the two of us.”

“Guys, I know this is a slow patrol night but you are giving me a headache,” Rena Rougue sighed, dropping down onto the platform and sprawling onto her stomach against the cool metal of the tower.

“Wait,” Chat said with a terrifying grin, “Rena. My dear, darling, friend.”

“Oh this can’t end well.”

“You are a fox of impeccable taste are you not?”

“Maybe.”

“And you are an excellent judge of both male and female attractiveness as well, are you not?”

“Ladybug is the hottest out of all of you,” she smirked, not bothering to get up.

“Yes, that is a given, but the point is-”

“The point is that I could pull off sexy far better than this mangy stray,” Bee interrupted.

“Could not.”

“Will you two please just stop fighting, it’s been too hot to deal with this level of stupid,” Rena sighed.

“It’s not stupid, my honor is at stake!” Bee huffed. “If you want us to stop then tell him that I clearly would be better suited to being a sex icon than he would.”

“Foxy lady, please tell Bee that she is clearly pollinating the wrong flower.”

Rena groaned. Clearly there would be no reasoning with the two of them until this had been hashed out.

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Imagine Bill letting it slip that you are dating during an interview.

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“So here we also have a photo of-” Jimmy paused, taking a look at the screen, just like Bill, and the entire audience that went crazy and started cheering and clapping the moment they saw you.

Bill himself chuckled as he took in the sight of you looking stunning as ever in your red dress, standing on your tiptoes even if you were wearing high heels to kiss his cheek; one hand on his chest and the other on your shoulder as he had an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your cheek. 

He didn’t even know how they had managed to snap that photo because it wasn’t exactly in front of the cameras. You had mostly been standing on the side with his brothers, and great friends of yours, and he had rushed to you to get that good luck kiss. He didn’t expect there to be evidence of that so he was glad he’d kept himself from kissing you properly on the lips.

“(Y/n) and you.” he completed with a smile, glancing for a moment at the enthusiastic audience “You two-” he turned back to the actor “You two are great friends right? I’m- I’m just asking because that could, you know, be misinterpreted by some.” he motioned to the photo, giving a look at the audience and everybody laughed at that.

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DeanCas Coda to 13x04: The Big Empty

Unsurprisingly, the thrill of being on Earth fades after two days of relentless walking, bumming rides, and begging for bus money. Not that Castiel can’t appreciate the sunshine and flowers and corporeality of it all… but about one minute after standing up and taking in the warmth and smells and feel of the world around him, his thoughts immediately turned to the Winchesters. To Jack.

To Dean.

It’s Dean specifically whose name runs on a loop in his mind; whose memories have Castiel’s heart stuttering and blood racing in his veins. By the time he’s walking up to the Bunker door, Cas’s palms are slick with sweat and he’s exhausted despite his Grace, anxiety clawing under his skin. He re-adjusts his new coat and tie about fifteen times, and attempts to flatten his hair into some kind of order. He stares at the door for a good five minutes before gathering enough courage to knock.

It’s Dean who answers.

He’s thinner than the last time Castiel saw him, with dark bruises under his eyes and a paleness lurking beneath his skin that is frightening. He looks haggard, and defeated, and despite all of that Cas is still made breathless. Because he is standing in the doorway whole. Because they are both whole, and living. 

“Give it a rest, Mia. I ain’t buyin’ what you’re selling.”

The door is closed in his face.

It’s amazing, how one sentence can break a person. But no matter. Castiel  knows, logically, that Dean think’s he’s dead. Four days ago, he wouldn’t have been wrong. So, pushing those pesky, unrealistic fantasies of a romantic reunion aside, he swallows thickly, and knocks again. 

Dean answers with a glare this time. “Look, I get that we helped you, but following us all the way out here is just friggin’ creepy, okay?! And invasive! So leave us the hell alone before I decide to do something I regret.” Scoffing, he gives Castiel a cursory look up and down before shaking his head. “Some shifter you are,” he mutters. “You even got his clothes wrong.”

“Dean, wait.”

“I’m really not in the mood right now, okay? So just—”

“Dean, it’s me.”

Dean pauses. Shakes his head. Pauses again.

“You can test me,” Castiel says. “In fact, I insist. But don’t—don’t close the door again. Please, I just—it’s me. I swear it’s me.”

Green eyes play across his face, but if he’s searching for duplicity, he’ll find none. Staring back, Cas waits for Dean to come to a decision, finally muttering a “wait here”, before closing the door for a second time. Left alone, Cas feels his shoulders slump in relief. Dean will test him, and then he’ll know. He’ll know and Castiel will finally go home.

They do holy water first and iron first, saving silver for last. Even when both other tests have been completed, Dean hesitates at the third, looking at Cas’s big blue eyes and biting his lip. Castiel rolls up his sleeve and holds out his arm. “Please,” he murmurs. 

Dean quickly slices the silver blade in a shallow cut on Cas’s forearm, watching with wide eyes when the skin easily knits back together. 

The knife drops to the ground with an almighty clang. 

Dean’s hand comes up to shakily cover his mouth as his eyes, red-rimmed and shining, remain trained on Castiel’s. “No,” he murmurs. “Uh uh, I’m dreaming. I’m—I burned you. I’ve finally cracked, I—”

“No,” Castiel urges. “It’s me. It’s Cas.”

“I know who you are, dumbass.” Tears spill onto freckled cheeks as a huffed laugh is startled out of Dean’s chest. His hands twitch at his sides. “It’s really you.”

“Yes.”

They’re hugging. Dean has launched himself at Castiel’s person, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and cradling the back of his head. His shoulders shake as he buries his face in Cas’s neck, and of his part, Castiel holds on as tightly as he can without causing harm. He blinks rapidly in an effort to dispel his own tears and leans heavily into the warmth that now surrounds him from what feels like all sides. 

“Cas,” Dean mumbles, his voice thin and watery. “Cas. Castiel. Cas.

“Dean.” Castiel doesn’t mean to turn his head, just as he doesn’t mean to lean in when Dean pulls back to see what’s happening. He does, however, mean to kiss Dean Winchester within an inch of his life when it becomes clear that this is a thing he’s permitted to do.

So he does it.

Castiel kisses Dean thoroughly. Methodically. Pressing little demonstrations of love to his mouth before deepening it to something wanton and wet. Cas’s heart tumbles against his ribcage, and his cheeks heat, and Dean runs a hand through his hair in a way that is so different from that creature in the empty that Castiel almost sobs anew. He kisses Dean with everything he is, and Dean whimpers. Freckled hands cup Cas’s cheeks.

From the war room, Sam holds Jack’s shoulder, keeping him in place. “Just… wait a sec, okay?“ he says, staring up at the pair pressed together on the threshold. “They need this.”

“They love each other,” Jack observes.

"Yeah,” Sam nods. Blinking rapidly, he looks at the child beside him and smiles. “They do.”

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In Guardian of Galaxy vol2 it looks like now every member of the guardians are able to understand what Groot means when he says “I am groot”, so it created this scene in my head.

Imagine in infinity war, the Avengers have a plan they tell the guardian about it and Starlord goes “We’re gonna new to talk about it amongs ourself first”. So they all toward each other and go “I am groot”

“I am groot”

“I am groot !”

“I am groot, I am groot, I am groot.”

“I am groot?”

“I am groot”

And they go on like this for a while until Starlord turns toward the Avengers and says “Okay we’ll do it”

And the Avengers just stare at him because What the Fuck?

bts scenario: domestic

hope you enjoy this scenario! i hope you don’t mind i just changed it to have a general theme of domesticity! being domestic and cooking with someone and stuff like that is so cute! xx

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jin: strong hands found themselves in the divots of your hips as jin helped you cook dinner. “pass me the salt?” his deep voice asked you and you couldn’t help but smile as you passed him the salt. “what’s the smile for, baby?” jin asked as he took the salt from your hand, gently shaking some into the pot on the stove. you shook your head, “nothing,” you couldn’t help but smile again, “i just love you.” jin’s face broke out into a smile, “i love you too.” a soft peck was placed on your lips. 

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yoongi: you watched yoongi from your place on the couch as he dried the dishes and stacked them in the cupboard above. “yoongi?” you asked softly, yoongi turning his head to look at you. “yeah?” the sound of his voice made you feel warm and safe as you reveled in the moment. “how do you look so pretty while putting away the dishes?” yoongi’s cheeks flared as he turned away from your gaze. “i’m not cute.” he defended, pushing out his lips, only making him cuter. you laughed, “sure sure, you’re ‘manly’, whatever you say.”

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hoseok: “hoseok?” you asked him as he hummed in acknowledgment. “can you sing for me?” a low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he looked at you, “i’m a ra-” “i know you’re a rapper hobi, but you’re also a really good singer,” you smiled at him, “please?” hoseok huffed and you knew he had given in, “fine.” as hoseok began to quietly sing you laid your head on his chest, drifting off to sleep at the sound of his soft voice and the warm arms wrapped around your waist.

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namjoon: namjoon and you sat quietly on the couch, the low sound of the tv playing as background sound to fill the silence. namjoon was staring intently at a book, and you watched as his eyes scanned the page. “why are you staring at me?” namjoon asked. your cheeks flushed from being caught staring, and hid your face in your hands, “you’re just really handsome.” namjoon laughed, “i know i am,” he sent a wink your way, “come here.” you clambered into namjoon’s lap, him holding you close to his chest, it felt like home. 

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jimin: jimin sat criss-cross on the living room floor as you both sorted through the laundry. you held up a shirt, “want this one still?” jimin looked up and shook his head, “nah, i’m sure it’d look a lot better on you.” he winked and you rolled your eyes, unable to stop your cheeks from turning a slight red, “shut up.” jimin laughed, his eyes crinkling. “you know you love me, babe.” you laughed along with him, “not sure why.” jimin looked offended and crossed his arms, “mean.” you leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek, “i’m kidding, of course i love you.”

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taehyung: “taehyung!” you yelled as you ran away from him, sprinting down the hall. “here comes the tickle monster!” taehyung yelled as he chased you down the hall, hands ready to grab you. you ran into your bedroom only to realize it was a dead end, you were trapped. “ah ha!” taehyung yelled as he grabbed your hips, tickling you. “stop stop!” you yelled as you laughed, squirming in his arms. taehyung’s hands slowed as he placed his head on your shoulder, “you’re so beautiful, baby,” he kissed your shoulder, “i love you so much.” 

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jungkook: the lights in the living room were dimmed as you entered the house, “kookie?” you called out. “in here!” you followed the sound of his voice, leading to the bathroom. “here, i set this up for you,” jungkook smiled at his handiwork as he showed you the bathtub filled with bubbles and the bathroom lit with candles. you awed, “kookie…” you were speechless. jungkook shook his head, “get undressed babe, you need to relax.” following his orders, you were soon in the bath. “kookie?” you asked as you smiled up at him as he sat outside the tub. “mhm?” “you’re the sweetest boyfriend on the planet.” 

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13.01 coda

YAY WE’RE BACK, EVERYONE!!! Did you miss me?? I missed you.

If you would like to be added to or taken off of the master tag list for the season 13 post-episode codas, please send me a message ASAP. Thanks, guys!

Anyway, this scene definitely should have been in the ep.

“Can he teleport?”

“What?”

“The kid!” Dean snaps. “Does he have wings?”

Sam stutters out that he doesn’t know, and, right. How would he? Dean wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and it comes away bloody - his lip stings where he’s touched it.

He closes his eyes and takes a slow breath in through his nose. He’s trying his absolute hardest to keep it together, but his hands shake regardless.

“We can check along the main roads,” Sam placates, mistaking his silence for frustration. “We’ll be faster in the car than he is on foot, assuming he doesn’t fly, and he can’t have gotten far.”

Dean opens his eyes, but he doesn’t reply. He keeps his back to his brother.

“It’s going to be ok, Dean,” Sam says, only a few feet behind him now, and damn it if that just doesn’t break Dean’s heart all over again.

Soon enough he hears the dirt start to crunch under Sam’s shoes. He has to swerve around Dean to get to the passenger side, his usual post in times of crisis, but Dean lets out a sigh just as he gets his hand on the door.

“Wait.”

Sam turns back to look at him, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Dean swallows. “I need you to help me with something first.”

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“Please don’t think that I never care enough.” she said. “I know…I can’t blame you for feeling that way. As if someone took away one of your favorite pens. As if someone fastly grab your toothbrush or the spoon you’re about to take. As if you suddenly stopped doing the things you’re used to. I am sorry. I am really sorry if you’re feeling like that.” she stared at him for several minutes. Then she looked ahead and wiped a single tear that fell from her eyes. “But I was just like a glass of water. A glass you knew that will always be there for you. A sun you knew that will always be there every morning you woke up from tiredness, sadness and hopelessness. Yet, I felt the storm coming in. I felt the glass falling. I felt the cracks. I felt as if you meet someone new and suddenly you’re no longer looking for me. You’re no longer afraid to lose me.” she took a deep sigh. Pulling back all the tears she’s keeping inside. “Because if you’ll ask me, I…I will never blame you for not caring. I just…I just wanted you to know that I am human too. That once I was an echo, and I was dying to be heard too”.
—  ma.c.a // But If I run, would you chase me?

Okay but listen y’all.

Izuku and Bakugou attend a 5-year reunion for their 3rd-year junior high class!

So they’re like, 19/20. Only a year or two out of UA. Haven’t really established names for themselves in the hero world yet. Probably still working as sidekicks at other heroes’ agencies.

And it’s not like, an official reunion or anything.

More just a bunch of old friends hanging out, wanting to see how each other are doing.

And they invite Deku because like, lol they need entertainment, right? And what could be better than harassing the kid they used to bully all the time in school. It’s not like he could’ve done anything useful with his life.

So imagine, it’s like half an hour past the established meeting time. Almost everyone they’re expecting has already arrived.

Then, Bakugou walks into the restaurant they’re all at, and he’s talking and laughing with someone his old classmates can’t recognize.

He’s tall, with short black curls and a friendly face. He’s built sturdy, and looks to be well on his way to All Might’s physique. He walks with an enviable confidence that matches Bakugou’s, and his shining green eyes are friendly and intelligent.

He’s probably one of Bakugou’s heroics friends from school or from the agency he works at, they all assume. Which isn’t bad or anything, a lot of them have brought significant others or close friends along with them. The more the merrier, right?

They turn out to be both right, and horribly wrong at the same time.

“What’s up, asshats?” asks Bakugou as he walks up to the group, a shark-like grin on his face. 

A couple of people roll their eyes at his language, but let it go with mutters of “classic Katsuki.”

“So, what took you two so long?” asks one girl from the table next to theirs after they’ve both sat down.

Virtually everyone is listening in, because as rookie heroes, the two of them are by far the most interesting ones there.

Bakugou just rolls his eyes.

“Work ran late,” he says. “Nothing super exciting or anything, just villain cleanup. And then when I went to pick this asshole up, he decided to be a diva and take forever to finish getting ready.” And then, with an eye roll and a conspiratorial stage whisper, Bakugou adds, “He has a date after this.”

“Oh fuck off, Katsuki,” the other guys says, shoving at Bakugou’s face with one hand while he texts on his phone with the other. “Or did you forget you and Kirishima are coming with us?”

Bakugou just snickers, batting his hand away. “The difference between us, Deku, is that I don’t still get like a nervous schoolgirl whenever my boyfriend so much as looks at me. How long have you and the ice bastard been going out now?”

Suddenly, there’s an audible gasp from everyone in their group, the revelation of Bakugou being not-straight taking a backseat to the fact that, holy shit, the guy with him is fucking none other than-

“MIDORIYA!?”

Izuku flinches a little at the volume of the outcry, then turns to look at them all with a bewildered expression.

“Yeah…?” he asks, confused.

And meanwhile Bakugou just bursts out laughing because damn, he had expected this, but it’s still the most hilarious thing ever.

“Since when did you get…” one of them starts to say, only to be elbowed in the ribs by a friend, and they immediately shut up as their brain catches up with their mouth. “…get to be so close with Katsuki?” they improvise, smiling awkwardly. Bakugou, whose expression had suddenly gotten dangerous, relaxes then, and they thank god that they hadn’t blurted out their original thoughts after all.

“Uh…when he suddenly became a decent person?” asks Izuku, grinning cheekily at his friend.

Bakugou rolls his eyes and huffs sulkily, but doesn’t do anything to deny that he used to be…not so good.

Izuku laughs.

“It’s amazing what good role models and supportive friends will do in improving someone’s shitty, toxic attitude. Now, Bakugou’s at least a lovable asshole instead of just an asshole.”

Bakugou still doesn’t say anything but he’s starting to look like he’s pouting.

Izuku seems intent on trying to rile him up.

“It’s such a relief too,” he says, eyes mischievous. “I mean, we wouldn’t another Endeavor on the loose, am I right?”

“YOU FUCKING SHUT THAT WHORE MOUTH, DEKU!” Bakugou immediately shouts then, little explosions going off in his hands as he slams the table they’re sitting at. “You can say whatever you want about me, but don’t you fucking dare compare me Endeavor ever again or I swear to All Might I will-”

And his old classmates just stare at him, mouths agape.

Not because he’s shouting at Izuku or anything. That’s not anything new.

But because Izuku is just laughing at him, not looking the least bit tense.

Bakugou’s voice may be loud, but there’s nothing aggressive in his body language and even when he’s shouting, the way he says Deku has changed so drastically.

There’s none of the scorn or contempt from their junior high days.

The way he says Deku is less like an insult, and more like a fond nickname.

And that, more than anything, shows just how much their old classmate has changed.

All His Fault

In the large mansion, isolated from the bustling city, a place was covered in mystery, a place was covered in death. On these grounds, an atmosphere so thick laid like a blanket around the house, suffocating the people in it.

One shouts so loud that the people outside- the butler, chef, and gardener- cringe in hurt. They know what is real. They pack their backs and get ready to get out. They know what is happening. One, sadly, is still shrouded from it.


William shouts as loud as his lungs could give.

Damien? Celine? Come out! You got me! This was an elaborate prank, you got me, now, come out!”

At first, it was a call for them, come on, pleasepleasepleasecomeout. No one’s dead, right? But as time went on, it was becoming a chant. A chant of his heart, for his mind, to keep working, keep moving, keep calling. They’re not dead. They’re playing a prank.

“Come on William.” He whispered to himself, fiddling with his lenses. “Don’t lose it. Don’t lose it. D-Don’t…” He swallowed, a sharp short pain in his dry throat. “They’re not dead. Come on! Damien! Celine-!”

“William.” A voice calls from his back, and he looked at the corner of his eyes.  A cracked mirror. His friend, reflected on the smooth, jagged surface. A look of anger, vengeance, burning. “Stop.”

“You don’t understand, Mark.” He grits out in a faux happy tune, but both knew it was fake as it can get. “Those two- they were— are, my friends. For years!  And you know they love pranks. They’ve got to get out soon!”

The other man steps forward, and it was only this time did William register the familiar cane in his hands. A surge of disbelief ran through him, and blindly, as if his body knew what his mind wanted to do before it instructed him, walked briskly towards the other and snatched the cane, clutching it close to his chest.

“This- this isn’t yours. It’s Damien’s. Not. Not yours.” He stammered, not knowing why. Was it anger? Disbelief? Or was he hurting already? What did it feel to hurt? “You’re not supposed to hold it. It’s his. Mayor’s.”

“Colonel-“

“You shut your mouth!” He retaliated, hands shaking, and he felt his body drop. ‘Stop.’ He yelled desperately in his mind, a slow hysterical feel creeping in his internal voice. ‘Stand tall! At ease! Parade rest! God fucking-‘

A firm hand landed on his shoulder. A familiar touch, yet not so. It felt cold, as if owner’s anger that he was feeling was ice-hot. William blinked the tears from his eyes, and removed his glasses, drying the tears on them. And-how peculiar was that. He was on his knees. When was he on his knees? Did he do something wrong?

“Did I kill them?” He asked no one, no one in particular, absolutely removing anyone around him from his midst. He was alone in this room, wasn’t he? Or was the man behind him, no, not just a man, Mark, behind him? “No, no, I didn’t, right? Mark’s alive?”

“Yes. But-“

“Oh god. Oh god. Goodness gracious. I thought- and Celine, and Damien, and-and-and, and Y/N, right, I didn’t kill them?” He tried to stand, but his knees were too wobbly, and he had to balance himself upright. “Mark, I didn’t kill them?”

Mark didn’t answer. The anger that was projected on his face earlier waned, morphing into something drastic, pitying, hurting, all at once. “William- I, I’m trying to tell you, please, listen-“

William’s smile grew, a painful one, and his eyes, oh his eyes, filling up with hot tears.

“Mark, I didn’t kill them?!” He asked once more, and he stumbled, losing grip. He stared at the cane first before looking up at the other’s face. “T-Tell me, you’re alive?”

“I-“ Mark brought his hand up to his face, massaging his nose. “It’s hard to explain, but yes, I am alive, but- but not in the way that I used to be. William.” He bent down and gripped the steadily hysterical man. “William, listen to me. I am alive. But I- I am Celine. I am Damien. We’re both here, but- but we’re dead, William. Do you understand?”

The man stared at him, and Dark, who had been just letting his anger reign himself in, bit his lip, seeing the absolute pain in his eyes. Celine and Damien, in his conscious, struggled, gasped. Both tried to control themselves to project the man they wanted to take vengeance as.

Then they heard the ramblings. The ramblings, by god, the ramblings, they figured out, my god, where was their friend going?

“D-Damien in the body? C-Celine in the body? That’s- that’s great! They’re not dead! Mark’s not alive! That’s even greater! No one’s dead! No one’s dead! F-Fuck, no one’s dead!

However when they saw their childhood friend break, absolutely break, Dark knelt, and shed a few tears.

“William, please.” He looked at his friend. “William-“

The other man stood up, fast as lightning, and shouted upwards. “No one’s dead! They’re all alive! Hah! G-Good one, good one!” He smiled, a painstaking, hysterical, twisted, and deranged smile. “That must be pretty harsh! To be there in there! What do you call yourselves?”

In a small, but relenting voice, he whispered, “Dark.” And he winced at the bigger smile that took over his friend’s face. “William, do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“Yes!” He smiled, and- were those tears? Tears of a man so far from reality. Tears from a man who can’t accept reality and forged his own. Tears that signified the great loss of a man.

Dark stood up, and looked at him, with baited breath. Celine and Damien’s friend’s sanity was long gone. In a broken giggle, William beamed widely.

“No one’s dead! No one is dead!”


And that was the final straw for Damien. In Dark’s mind, he paced gripped his lapels as hard as he can, and grinded out through his teeth his words.

He fucking did this to him! Look at him! Fuck, Celine!” He demanded, and Celine watched his tirade, eyes widening as she saw the anger overtake him. “He took everything away from us! He took me. I could deal with that. He took you, and I couldn’t. But- but William! The man was damaged enough as it is! That fucking son of a bitch-“

“Damien, please-“

“Don’t Damien please me, Celine!” His voice was getting higher. “No matter what we could do, magic arts or not, there is no way with helping William anymore! All he sees is Dark, Mark’s face, accommodating us, and we don’t have any way to show him that we’re here. He doesn’t comprehend it!” He yelled, watching her reactions. “You cannot tell me that I shouldn’t destroy his work, his loved ones, his life! Look at how he destroyed him without an ounce of thought!”

Celine bit her lip and exhaled. “Damien. I-“

A gunshot suddenly brought them out of their reverie. Dark blinked, looking at the scene in front of him. A bullet, on the floor, punctured. William, with a gun on his hand, looking lost, like a child without their parents. His eyes wide, he turned a questioning look at the other, who smiled in response.

“You weren’t responding to me.” He laughed, and something unsettling was in his eyes. “I just wanted to check if you were still there. With me. Alive.” He put the gun in his holster. “Y-You weren’t moving, and I know I didn’t put a bullet in you, so you couldn’t have died- but you weren’t moving anymore, so I figured, why not put a bullet on you?” He chuckled even louder. “That seems to bring people alive!”

Dark chose to be silent, and Celine could only sob in her hands, as Damien stood up tall in Dark’s subconscious, unyielding, and hateful. He watched his childhood friend, his comrade, the man he had grew up with, the man he sought out in times of trouble, break as if he was just a plaything; crumble, as if his sanity was just an insignificant sand in the wind; and disappear into a pit of madness, right before his eyes. 

He commanded Dark’s body to stand, and hug the other man, whispering reassurances that he was alive. William would nod and whisper “No one’s dead” again and again, further angering Dark.

This was all Mark’s fault. This was all Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault.

And he will pay.


So. What do you guys think? Hope you like it! Comments will be appreciated ahaaaa

green-eyed monster

request: Could you do a Steve x reader where Billy hits on her and it forces Steve to admit his felling for the reader? Maybe some like cute fluff??

warning: some cursing

word count: 1,534

“Damn, look at the legs on that one.”

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the guy standing a few feet away from him. Billy Hargrove was the resident bad boy at Hawkins High School. He was obnoxious and a total asshole.

The two of them clashed on multiple occasions. It was clear that they would never ever be friends and Steve was perfectly okay with that. He didn’t want to associate himself with a guy like Billy.

“The things that I would do to that beauty.” Billy whistled making a couple of guys around him laugh.

Steve had been tying his shoes and trying to ignore the stupid shit coming from Billy’s mouth. He looked up to see the poor girl that had gotten Billy’s current attention.

He was shocked when he saw that it was you.

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so i rewatched 4.03 recently and talked to @wellamyblake about this and,, i knoW the list scene has been talked about to death, but right now i need to Publicly state that this is really, truly, the sexiest scene ever aired on the 100. facts only on my blog…

we could talk all day about the intimacy and context of this scene… but listen, this part ESPECIALLY where bellamy looks up while he’s writing her name on the list is HOT. two reasons.

1. he’s looking up to MAKE SURE SHE’S WATCHING while he writes her name. Making sure she can’t run away from this, that she can’t escape or misinterpret why he’s doing it. to make sure she can’t miss the fact that he loves her that much. he’s saying “you see this? you see me writing your name. you see how sure I am about it. you deserve to live, remember that.”

2. he’s meeting her eyes in almost a way that dares her to try to stop him or disagree. There’s so much defiance in this stare, telling her how wrong he thinks she is. how wrong ANYONE is who thinks clarke doesn’t deserve to live. and in that look– it’s almost a glare tbh– he’s declaring he’ll fight for her place on that list, even if it means fighting with her. 

and you can just see how much it shakes clarke. Like, immediately after he puts down the pen she lowers her eyes like she’s overwhelmed. And he immediately becomes softer, more relaxed, after he’s made this declaration . because he understands why it’s hard to get put on the list, or to feel deserving of it. but he’s firm about it all the same. 

tl;dr, there’s so much love declared through actions in this scene without a single word spoken, and… that’s really… really… wow.

IT’S JUST BAEKHYUN

♤ bacon
♤ byun baekhyun
♤ fucking adorable
♤ constantly screaming
♤ basic bitch
♤ honestly not even kidding
♤ still using eyeliner
♤ “eyeliner king”
♤ literally introduced himself as “eyeline baekhyun” on happy camp
♤ likes to help kyungsoo harass chanyeol

Originally posted by stayingmintyfresh

♤ a literal baby
♤ footage of him screaming while playing league
♤ mandarin skills oN POINT
♤ fandom can’t take him seriously when they watch mama era videos
♤ “i wonder how hard he tried to not laugh”
♤ smiley smiley
♤ don’t fucking hate on him he’s a baby
♤ baekhyun stans be like bRING IT ON BITCH
♤ sometimes irritates everyone else
♤ just kidding i meant always

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

♤ pervert
♤ no actually
♤ likes shitting when minseok’s showering (naked)
♤ doesn’t give a fuck about “personal space”
♤ basically every asian mom that doesn’t knock on your door when you naked
♤ except he doesn’t leave and does it intentionally????
♤ his insta is fucking arT
♤ also he likes talking about dicks
♤ makes sehun happy about talking about his dick
can will piss you off if you watch him too long

Originally posted by ihopejongdaehasagoodday

♤ v aesthetic beauty
♤ hair colour fucking art every time
♤ killing stans one moan at a time
♤ honestly those vocals are just
♤ do you feel me
♤ do you fEEL ME
♤ moaning man
♤ god why is he so beautiful
♤ he could easily be a main visual if he isn’t idk
♤ a naked visual 

Originally posted by baekthecorgi

♤ yixing 
♤ copies yixing
♤ giggles with yixing
♤ BAEKXING
♤ god you can’t deny baekxing
♤ if you do what type of person are you
♤ like he just looks so happy with yixing like
♤ inspired by yixing to dry hump the stage floor
♤ honestly praise
♤ praise hiM

Originally posted by artistzyx

♤ i think he hung out with yixing so much he became as lost as yixing is
♤ honestly he just gets so spaced out sometimes yknow
♤ def the type to get lost in a walmart lol
♤ “whAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS THE PERIOD SECTION”
♤ example:
♤ got lost in new york
♤ trusted chanyeol completely
♤ chanyeol trusted gps completely
♤ my tiny puppies are so fucking omg
♤ they’re just so cute crying

Originally posted by dohkyungcutie

♤ literal puppy
♤ i swear he’s just
♤ and chanyeol is the bigger clumsier puppy that gets lost and omg
♤ and jongdae would be the puppy that wouldn’t let any of them go
♤ oh yeah he’s part of the beagle line
♤ it’s called the beagle line for a reason
♤ like um 
♤ they’re puppies
♤ i don’t know what you mean by “you’re seeing things”
♤ i can see them so clearly-

Originally posted by achenlove

♤ probably a pain in the ass
♤ i feel bad for junmyeon and kyungsoo tbh
♤ how to put up with him
♤ the type to walk in on you showering
♤ oh wait a sec
♤ nevermind
♤ honestly i see him breaking things
♤ breaking brooms 
♤ breaking shoes
♤ breaking kyungsoo’s beauty sleep

Originally posted by kyunseu

♤ so playful
♤ so free
♤ doesn’t give a shit
♤ but don’t say bad things about him please
♤ he sees what you say and it makes him sad
♤ so on behalf of the exo community, if you’re gonna say something negative:
♤ fuck off
♤ hOW COULD YOU SAY SUCH A THING ABOUT SUCH AN OMG
♤ HE’S LITERALLY A FUCKING CHILD PUPPY
♤ just stare at him and you’ll fall in love

Originally posted by grinding-on-baek

♤ he’s just so fucking extra
♤ all the time
♤ baek nobody asked you to talk about exo’s dicks
♤ but we thank you anyways because tHANK YOU
♤ exposing exo 26/7
♤ sm probably hates that lol
♤ indulges in being baekhyun
♤ also likes to harass exo whether they like it or not
♤ showering??? what a great bonding time
♤ “baek what are u doing” “shh junmyeon will hear me” “i am junmyeon”

BTS Reaction: Them finishing quickly due to it being so long since they’ve had sex with their s/o

(SMUT) Anon Request


Yoongi

You felt him fill you up over and over as his thrusts became harder, making it impossible for you to keep quiet. You clung to his body tight, missing him against your body so much while he had been on tour for months. The unusual loud grunts and the occasional low growl from him told you just how much he had missed you too. Being too lost in the moment, you barely noticed his head move to the crook of your neck, and his hips stuttered in their movement before a deep groan left his mouth. He stopped his movements, panting hard as he looked up at you, slightly apologetic. 

“Yoongi did you just?”

He kissed you slowly as he pulled out of you. 

“Sorry baby, you felt too good. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to take that as a compliment instead of being annoyed.

“Well, you better be ready to work yourself up again, because if you’re going to be lasting this long in the time I’m with you we’re going to have a problem.”

He laughed at your bluntness, slowly moving south down your body.

“Awe baby, you love my tongue just as much.” 

You bit your lip hard as he rested his head against the inside of your thigh. 

“Mark this as round 1. I love your tongue, but I love your cock more.”

Hoseok

His grunts were loud in your ear as he had you pinned up against his studio door, pounding into you at an insane speed. You could almost see stars, making you forget about anyone else that could possibly see through the fogged glass of his door or hear for that matter. It had been so long for the both of you and the feeling of him inside you was just sending the both of you crazy. When you felt him pull you closer to his body, his mouth attacked your neck, marking you all over your exposed skin. 

“Y/n…”

He muffled against your neck and his hips snapped against yours harder than before, causing a loud gasp to escape your mouth.

“Y/n, I can’t…”

His words were cut off by the long moan that left his mouth, his hips stopping for a second before he slowly rode out his orgasm. 

“Hobi.”

You whined as he pulled out of you, the embarrassment clear on his face. You pouted towards him and his eyes finally met your own.

“Sweetie, I’m really sorry. It’s been a while.”

He grabbed onto your hand softly, holding it against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you. You kissed him back softly, running your hands through his hair. 

“Are you gunna make it up to me?” 

You said, batting your eyes at him. He giggled towards you and pulled you over to his chair. 

“I’m going to make round two all about you sweetie.” 

Seokjin

He had made the effort to set up his bedroom all romantic for your arrival back to Korea, clearly planning out exactly what would have naturally happened anyway. At this point, the candle light and rose petals were a blur in your vision as you felt him thrust into you deeply against his bed. He peppered kisses all over you, from your neck to your jaw, and down to your chest. Being away from him this long didn’t do either of you any good but definitely made these times more intense. He had one hand pinning your arm above your head as he kissed you deeply, his other gripping your hip as his thrusts picked up a little. He suddenly parted from the kiss and you heard the shaky sigh that left his mouth as he hung his head against your shoulder. As you felt him fill you up, you sighed contently even though the experience was quick. As he pulled out, he kissed you quickly, moving to the side of you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

“Missed me so much you couldn’t hold it in a bit longer hm?”

You said, holding back a small laugh, hoping to not offend him. 

“Jagiya, I’m sorry. But I did miss you a lot. It’s so hard when you go away for that long. I lose my control.”

He giggled softly at his own remark. You cuddled closer to his body.

“It’s ok, we have a lot of time to build up your control again.”

Namjoon

He was the type to either take his time and cherish your body, or fuck you for hours until your throat ran dry and you couldn’t keep back the tears of pleasure prickling down your cheeks. Though tonight, after not seeing you for months due to work, he was acting a bit more needier than what you were used too. He was usually controlled and very aware of how he wanted things to pan out, but tonight was wild. He had you naked on the kitchen counter as he fucked you hard, his hands roaming all over your body, trying to feel every inch of your skin as his hot breath hit the side of your face. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and surprisingly, you were so close to your release. The way his hips slammed hard against you were driving you crazy and just before that heat could start building up, his teeth sunk into your shoulder, muffling the low growl he let out, his hips slowly coming to a halt. 

“Joonie no.”

You gasped out, whimpering as he pulled out slowly. He lifted your chin with his finger so your eyes met with his, a small, cocky grin on his face. 

“I would say sorry, but the way you just whined out my name was so sexy babygirl. Sexy enough for daddy to go another round and make you feel good.”

Jungkook

The boys had been cockblocking the two of you all night. Unfortunately, Jimin’s idea of throwing a dinner party right when you had returned to the country wasn’t such a good idea for the tension between you and your boyfriend. Which is what led the two of you sneaking away to the bathroom while the boys were preoccupied with a dumb drinking game. The two of you stood in front of the bathroom mirror as he took you from behind, your skirt hiked up above your waist and your panties pushed to the side as he fucked you hard. One of his hands were hidden under the front of your shirt as he played around with your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, while the other was covering your mouth to keep you quiet. The sound of his hips hitting your ass was the loudest noise in the room though you couldn’t find the sanity to care as he fucked you faster and harder. Your eyes never left his as you watched each other through the mirror.

“F-fuck, y/n.”

You heard him stutter as he slammed into you hard one last time, an audible gasp leaving your lips through his hand as you felt him fill you up. As he pulled out, he took a second to catch his breath as you fixed yourself up. 

“That didn’t take long. Almost as quick as when I took your virginity.”

You smirked and looked towards him as he zipped the fly of his pants up. He stared towards you with a dark expression, then suddenly, spinning you around quickly, he lifted your skirt up again and smacked your ass hard. You yelped softly, enjoying it more than anything. You saw him with an evil grin in the mirror and tried to hold back your laughter by biting your lip. His hands gripped your hips hard as he came up next to your ear.

“Watch what you say princess, I might just not let you cum later on if you’re going to be cocky about it.”

You bit your lip and shot him your sexiest stare, rubbing your ass against his crotch. 

“Was that wrong of me? Am I going to be punished when we get home? Have I been a bad girl?” 

You whined out. He just laughed evilly, smacking your ass lightly again as he pushed you towards the door. 

“You got no fucking idea baby.”

Jimin

You had been teasing him the whole trip home, groping him, pulling his hair, whispering dirty things in his ear and also delaying the time it could’ve taken you both to get home by stopping into the shops. It was dark when you pulled over into an almost empty car park and that’s when he took the opportunity to shut you up. You were quickly sprawled out on the back seat of your car, Jimin fucking you hard and fast, not caring about who heard the two of you from outside. The windows were already fogged up and you found the fact that he got so worked up over your actions earlier so hot that the heat in your body was rising quicker then usual. It had also been so long since the two of you had been together, causing a huge amount of sexual tension and cravings. You decided to test the waters though. 

“Jimin Oppa.”

You moaned out softly. You watched his breath hitch in his throat and a little choked moan came out of his mouth as he stared down at you.

“Y/n, don’t.”

He whispered in a slightly seductive tone. You didn’t care though, ignoring what he said.

“Oppa.”

You moaned out louder then before, causing him to thrust hard into you a few more times as you felt him cum inside you. 

“Shit.”

He said breathlessly, laying on top of you. There was a small silence before you spoke.

“Did that really set you off early?”

You said giggling. He shied away a little bit as you both sat up, attempting to get dressed quickly. 

“Hey! You’ve been messing with me all night. Plus I haven’t seen you in months. Plus, You haven’t called me Oppa since we were in high school.”

He said the last part hushed and you could tell he was embarrassed by it.

“But you liked it, right?”

You watched him nod slowly, finally his eyes meeting with yours. You laughed towards him, scooting closer to hug him. 

“I missed you Oppa.”

Taehyung

You had offered to pick your boyfriend up from the airport on the day he arrived, but quickly shutting you down, he didn’t want to put you out of your schedule for the day. It was a little odd seeing as you hadn’t seen him for months, but you took the time to dress up in something you knew he’d like when he arrived to your apartment. When he had finally shown up at your front door, you opened it wearing only a white-floral, mesh bra that tied up around your neck, basically see through, along with a matching, white thong that had a small crystal hanging above your backside, making you feel extra seductive. His reaction was clearly what lead you both to the bedroom. Disregarding your underwear all over the floor of the living room, obviously desperate to get what he wanted. He lay beneath you as you rode him slowly, his length filling you up exactly how you remembered and exactly how you missed. You watched his eyes roam over your body as you placed your hands on his chest. His hands wondering from your hips, up your stomach and then finally, to your breasts. Your body finally felt content having him home again and just as you were about to speed up, he flipped you over onto your back.

“Tae.”

You said breathlessly as he sped up, thrusting harder into you, making it impossible for you to keep quiet, as well as him. His forehead rested against yours as he kept moving, his eyes baring into yours and then, they fluttered shut and his movement slowed right down as his mouth hung open, choked moans escaping his lips. He moved off of you slowly, laying on his back next to you as he calmed down. Then he reached his arms out to you, pulling you against his chest. 

“Sorry.”

He said slightly laughing at the situation. You sat up suddenly pouting at him, and he laughed even more and attempted to sit up as well, but you pushed him back down. 

“No, no. You’re helping me out until you’re ready to go again.”

You said quickly climbing on top of him, positioning in between your thighs above his head. You saw the smirk on his face as he hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you down closer to his lips. your hands moved down and gripped his hair softly. 

“It won’t take me long, I missed you too much so get ready for an all nighter.” 

this gif … I wanna sit on his face


I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE GIFS CREDITS TO GIF OWNERS

A/N: As you can see, the more I wrote, the more I got carried away and detailed. Actually, Writing Jungkook’s killed me. Like every time I write something about Jungkook, I start thinking about him and I wanna tell him to swerve because he ain’t my boy but like, he’s too god dam sexy! dw Tae you still the number one like slay me now! Anyway I really hope you all enjoy this! I had so much fun writing it and more requests will be posted soon! Mwah! x

anonymous asked:

Hello hi! I have a prompt if you're feeling up to it? There is so much of Andrew looking after sick!Neil but can we have it reversed? I think Andrew would low-key (highkey) love the focused attention from Neil (also,,, Neil not being sure how to look after sick people and turning to advice from the other foxes as discreetly as possible bc there's no way Andrew wants them knowing he's anything less than impenetrable)

(I did my best w this prompt from one POV, sorry it took so very absurdly long! lots of Andrew thoughts with a side of useless boy dialogue)

He wakes up bleary and dry-mouthed, his tongue catching on his hard palate like papers rustling together. Andrew squints into his pillow, pressing two fingers into the eyelid of one streaming eye. The sun is too dilute to touch him, and the breeze from the cracked window chills him so much that it hurts, muscles locked and shivering.

He knew he was getting sick when the hurt that lives inside him flared real, visible and disgusting. All this hacking, running, sweating makes him vulnerable, loud when he wants to be quiet. Neil had called him overdramatic. He’d dragged the covers to his side of the bed in reply, battered sleep’s door until it splintered.

Now he feels like he always felt in the heart-racing countdown to withdrawal, fighting through sweat and aches and cracking lips, cracking skin, cracking strength. Whiskey won’t help him here though. Nothing will help him here, after rowing through the confused, freezing night and only now washing up in foggy morning, fever lapping at him.

Something drips onto his hot forehead and his chest pumps hard, startled. His eyes flash open.

Neil is frowning, looming over him and holding a cold rag that’s a bit too wet. It’s clumsy, but it feels better when Neil arranges it on his sweaty brow. His hand stays on the compress, a sustaining pressure, like he’s healing with just his hands and his willpower. Water runs into his hair like tears.

“How are you?” Neil asks. His other hand walks from the bedspread to Andrew’s side, he can feel the fingertips becoming a full-palmed press. It’s the comfort of a person who always feels better when he’s touched hard and deliberately, alive in a way he can feel.

Andrew doesn’t reply, but he knows that his closed eyes and relaxed body mean something to Neil. He trusts him with his hot forehead and his bedside.

“You look bad,” Neil continues.

“I am not playing,” Andrew says hoarsely. “If that’s what you’re angling for so tactfully.”

Neil’s hands retreat, Andrew’s forehead folds under the rag where no one will see. “I’m here because you’re my— I’m not worried about our goalie, I’m worried about you.”

“You’re here because this is your room,” Andrew corrects.

“Fine,” Neil says, voice full of the opposite. “I’m going to practice, anyway, since that’s all I care about.”

Andrew feels him leave their bed, and he finds that the wet smell of his hair was keeping his headache at bay. Another drop of water rolls down his temple, and he scrubs the compress from his face so he can watch Neil leave, but he’s already gone.

It haunts his heart, for a while, the snapped olive branch, the hurt that put its fist in its mouth and left the room so Andrew wouldn’t see it properly.

He knows, deep in him, that he’s not being any different than usual, but he also knows what Neil might have expected, seeing him spread out in their bed with his eyes wet. He’s trying to fix Andrew’s surface like he never tries to fix what’s underneath.

Neil doesn’t have the vocabulary for sickness that isn’t terminal, though. He can’t fathom something between a bandaid and a prosthetic.

He drifts, for hours, so thirsty that he can feel it in his skin, so stuffed from throat to nose that he can only breathe dry and heavy through his mouth. He can hear the wheeze inside of him.

In foster care, they would make him sleep in the garage when he got sick. They didn’t want him to infect a house full of already difficult children. He remembers watching the shadows of feet moving in the light under the door, the way the cold only made him sicker and angrier, a yoga mat between his body and the concrete.

He blinks and his eyes are crusted together. He can taste salt. He thinks of Neil and the pain in his chest changes. He latches onto the feeling, like the garage door opening in the morning, letting him back into the warmth.

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