i am so done with staring at this

STUCK ON YOU. (M) | sneak peak!

“I want you to take my virginity.”

You’ve just taken a gulp of your pulp-included orange juice when Taehyung says this. He’s sitting across from you in the cafeteria of the University you both attend - have attended for the past two years.

His brown coffee coated eyes are staring directly into yours - a serious expression written across his features that tells you what he’s just spoken was said in nothing but pure seriousness.

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                  GROSS !       so i hit 200+ a while ago but i’ve only gotten around to doing this cause idrc ??  for this kinda thing, but i do love and appreciate you guys and the love and support you’ve given me through this roller coaster of emotions we all call the rpc !   i’m gonna keep this short bc i’m currently blanking while writing this, it’s 12 am and i’m DONE with everything lm ao,,, i love you guys tho so, smooches !!!

                                            THE SQUAD:
                    obviously ya’ know ya’ girl gotta do it on em’, here’s a list of people who have been here for me, loved on me and supported me for a long while or at least what feels like such !!! you guys hold my heart and mean the absolute most / the world to me, but ,,, ya’ll knew that ;// i love you dorks, don’t ever stop being you  //  @sheguilt @ledguilt @wheeziess @barmitzvahed @playgods @girlembers @lionguilt @foulfear @shadowfound @bewitchie @childeater @bitchguilt @savelosers @farmguilt @singularshot @veluvet @chloroformgiirl@drcylewis@mieleo@creatingxdragons@puppycrushing@goodwithabat@diilly​ 

                                           PEOPLE I ADMIRE FROM AFAR:
                       so now we have people i either kinda just watch lovingly from a distance or have talked to a few times but not that much !  i love you guys all the same, whether we’re close or not, you’re all amazing and i’m blessed to have ya’ smoochesssssss  //  @playsvulgar @aduain @virginlit @lovercasted @placebous @apennywise @daisyspat @finlm @fckgiven @clownfears @sicklyguilt @inhalingballoons @firewields @snackdriven @grumpyotto @twoparts @fastiell @believertrue @skepticreal @rosedgoth @losersclubleader @girlswunder@pyroknetic@pinkieprcmise@grumpgamed@yuppied@bitchhart@xneophytex@insomniiiac

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I saw this lovely comic by Max, and I thought I should add a little something of my own.

They get gold rings, eventually.

Poetry by star light

Aries

she’s falling through the atmosphere
shattering onto the earth like cascading stars
scattering stardust fresh from heaven
a baby at war
this is just the beginning
she is completely out of control
untamed and inspiring
a ruby glow inferno
i will never let you go
she spins her lucid Alice in Wonderland
imagination into a live playground
spiraling down the chorus of cosmos


Taurus

a crown of flowers wrapped around her head
the sweet perfume of daisies
dripping down her neck
she inherited a palace
a dainty treehouse in the woods
and she would sit and drink tea
and read books like she should
good night
and sweet women, gourmet, and wine
serenity and life
there is a kingdom inside

Gemini

every time you open your mouth I see fireflies of luscious
language flow forth like radiating confetti
like that golden helmet on your marvelous mercury mind
…i see you wield words like they are ingredients in spellbooks
and you feel alone with your thoughts
and you don’t know what’s louder, the world outside
or the chaos within
the madness created by your twin
and you write invitations with your mind
to birthdays that lead to wonderland and poetry tea mixed
inside ~
i can hear and see and feel your voice everywhere


Cancer

she writes poetry on sheets of moonlight
with a pen that pours out ink from the whole
night sky
it’s her creamy words made of moisture beads and dreamy
composition, she can create an orchestra
with lunar lyrics and love notes written by the stars

everything i see in the world
it all comes back to you
because you are my mother, my lover
my daughter and my sister
i can hear the stars whisper
stay wild
my dear
moon child

Leo

if i was a psychic i’d say to a leo that their heart was carrying too much weight.
i’d say you are so involved in the moment that i can hear
the violins of your heart playing and you leave it wide open
and that this is your curse and your gift.
i know you go home and you can’t stop leaking
you can’t stop leaking
the gods are watching you crying
but those tears that fell down the cheeks of great leos like napoleon, max heindel, amelia earheart, helena blavatsky and carl jung
are the ones glistening from your eyes
the gods know how marvelous you are ~ even when you can’t shine

Virgo

shaking and rapidly exhaling, don’t crush your wings
against the weight of your own mind
they were so perfectly, pleasantly, patiently crafted
like the way you use your hands to delicately
thread and rewire and repair
they are like instruments the way they touch everything and leave a
frosted glaze
i always know when you have been because
you leave nothing behind
like you want to be invisible

Libra

she rises from the aroma of a flower
dainty as a forest fairy, honorable as a warrior
fighting for the cause that captures
her musical heart
she’s always on the threshold of a fairytale
she is some delectable mind and figure of
abstract beauty to behold
life is her dance
across cards gently placed
she twirls on imagination and spins in reverie,
a performance of abstract movement,
a tightrope display, a true portrait of balance
and artistry


Scorpio

I want to destroy these monsters
But devastating them
destroys a part of myself
I feel more alive in the shadow
than the light
I prefer the creaking hollow in my bones
to the noise of people, the static, the show
I have been violated
by poisons from hidden valleys
I have been stung by leaking ink
dripping dark words from unconscious levies
Sometimes my body is just a floating
Trying to contain century’s memories
Between my legs the monsters crawl
Trying to perforate every part of me
And I was only just becoming used to this skin 


Sagittarius


she hears wisdom from the mountains
and songs from the sea
she sings the music of every language
and tastes of every herb and spice
something is sultry and glowing in her gaze
she is sunkissed and filled with dreams
that seem written constellations
her mind has wandered everywhere
it has left footprints in every valley and
book, every mind and philosophy
she is like sunday everyday, a vacation
a getaway
a sail into the horizon, a cruise through the stars
a freefall into nature’s arms

Capricorn

look how much you’ve grown
i’ve seen you slowly fill in those eyes
that belong to an old soul
i’ve seen you stretch into those bones
that were always too big for you
and you keep waking up every morning
because you know one day you will be
rewarded
you hold onto the knowing that
things will get better
and you will feel less sicker
and your work will finally be done 

Aquarius

you try to read your own puzzle like a book
with a magnifying glass
as if you are disconnected
on the outside staring in
you are not an abstract entity
i feel you
your body pulsates like electrons exploding
like bubbles of blue foam
your feelings are turquoise crystals over the sea
never tainted but reflecting shades and hues from
unknown galaxies
don’t hide what was crafted so exquisitely

Pisces

there were times she stayed in bed for days
i couldn’t touch her without her bleeding
she had third degree burns
every sense hurts
then she would laugh with god
or angels or something invisible
i am not dealing with a girl
but something magical

Cherry

Humans Are Weird

It is well established among all sentient species that Humans are Weird. Exceptional Humans, however, make the regular humans seem almost tame in comparison.
Yatrov was to show the newest crew member- another Human- “the ropes”, as Human Jenny phrased it.
Upon arriving, however, the newest Human barely spared xir even a glance, which was odd, seeing how Humans prize interaction above all else. Shrugging it off, xe delicately held out a clawed hand to engage in the Human positive-meeting greeting, a “hand-shake” it was aptly named. “I am known as Yatrov, in Human Common tongue. I am sorry to say that I was unable to read your file report, and am thus left without your name. What is it you wish to be called?” Yatrov was genuinely sorry; the ship was in dire need of repairs, and this Human was coming to help.
Instead of taking the proffered hand, the human’s brown eyes stared into xi’s own violet. “I am Giovanni. And you are approximately 7 minutes late. I do not fault you for your tardiness, your job is a busy one, so your apologies are void. I do not need to see the entirety of this ship, I only require the engine room. Take me there and I will begin repairs immediately. Social niceties and other such meaningless things can be done at a later date, if done they must be at all.”
Yatrov felt somewhat slighted; xe’s species did not greet with touch, but it was seen as an insult- a social misdemeanor- to deny the shaking of hands. Attributing it to the Human having been under circumstances that made him “cranky” and to the fact that the Human was excited to work- humans forgot norms when excited, xe had found- Yatrov continued to try to create a pack-bond with this Human, “I have heard many great things about you.”
“Truly?” The Human considered this for a moment, head tilting, “I am merely faster than most, mentally. A marathoner or racer is not spoken of in as high-esteem as those with quick mental facilities are, are they?” The Human was speaking out loud, xe found this practice odd and ignored it. “What exactly have you heard?” The Human tapped their legs with their fingers, adopting a rhythm unknown to xir, and hummed. 
Arrogance or curiosity? “Admittedly, not much has been told. I know that you have several thesis papers, have repaired and improved upon numerous ships, and that you were good enough that our captain was surprised that you even bothered to consider joining our crew.”
“Huh.” And that was that. Giovanni did not speak after that, made no effort to communicate. Giovanni did not try to obtain physical contact. Giovanni remained aloof with even Human crewmates long after he had joined. He also remained fidgety, seemingly unable to keep still, unless it was to engage in a staring contest with the resident cat- to keep the Humans from adopting a weird, deadly creature- or to continue his single-minded work with machinery.
Three weeks after he had joined, the ship was attacked. Vernians boarded the ship, using their many appendages to apprehend multiple members of The Highlight- the ship- at once. No one knew where Giovanni was, and no one would have been surprised if he had left to save his own hide.
Which was precisely why everyone, who were all bound and trying to negotiate with what was essentially pirates, was surprised when Giovanni came around the corner, a knocked out Vernian held under gun point.
Guns pointed at him, Vernians shifted to attack him. “What you need to know: firstly, I have hacked into your language processors. All Vernae will sound like gibberish.” He paused, then grinned ferally. “Try”, he dared.
“Kir-ah?!” They did, and did not seem pleased with the results.
“Back! Restore!” the voices of Vernians screeched, their language translators on the fritz. 
“Secondly,” he paused, “I will shoot your friend if you do not release my own.” When an uproar of shouting started again, he blandly stated, “Blank point will be quite messy, won’t it?” He hummed, as though in thought, though his eyes trailed after every movement the Vernians made.
A smaller one, likely emotionally closer to the Vernian Giovanni was holding captive,  pounced.
ZZZZZT-PA! The Vernian howled, two of its 11 “arms” gone. “My threat is not idle.”
The room quieted, members of the Highlighter slowly being released.
“Thirdly.” His lips pursed, his nose tilted, sneer deadly, “Run, and pray that I never see you again!” He shot a wall, and they scattered, leaving the crew of The Highlighter mostly unscathed.
It was hours later, after the chaos was settled and the ship fixed up again, that Yatrov approached Giovanni.
“Why did you save us?”
Giovanni scrunched his thick eyebrows together, “Why ever would I not?”
“You make no attempt to communicate with us.” Yatrov insisted, trying to discover the reason Giovanni would do something without some sort of gain.
“Oh, that.” He dismissively waved his hand, his face again lax and bored. “I do not see the point in wasting words. I enjoy the presence of the crew, and- while I see no point in engaging in it- their idle chatter is amusing to listen to.” He raised an eyebrow, “Why do you ask?”
“The crew operated under the belief that you disliked us.” Yatrov felt a small bit of shame; clearly, Yatrov had been wrong to assume that all Humans were so similar.
“I-” He looked hurt, eyes filling with water- tears, they were called, and Yatrov knew that this was not a good sign. His lips twitched, his words near whispered, “Did you not consider me a friend? I thought we were.” He had begun nervously threading his fingers, humming lightly.
“I thought you disliked me.” Yatrov’s admission only increased xir’s guilt, and the slight tremors of the Humans smaller body.
“I made you and the others a new computer.” Giovanni’s eyes searched Yatrov’s one, and again found no solace. A computer did not equate to friendship. “I *made* you and the others a new computer.” The emphasis hit Yatrov. Why would one handmake something if the person receiving it did not matter to them.
“I am sorry.” Yatrov paused, xe had seen it in a Human film once, maybe…? “Can we start over?” A small nod eased Yatrov’s mind and reaffirmed xir’s decision. “I am the one known as Yatrov, and I enjoy reading: fiction, typically.” Xe did not hold out his hand, but stared Giovanni right in the eye.
The smirk on Giovanni’s face told xir that the actions- or lack there of- was not missed. “I am known as Giovanni.” He held out his hand, looking smug and slightly proud of remembering this, as their hands clasped, he said, “I enjoy sandwhiches, science, and conversations on how realistic or achievable a work of fiction can be. It will be a pleasure to work with you.”

Humans were odd, but exceptional Humans lived by a very different set of rules. Intelligence changed their perceptions. Yatrov knew, from personal experience, that they were still Human, still fantastic and horrifying, at their core. Yatrov put down the book xe was reading, looking up to watch Giovanni’s animated expressions as he ranted about machinery. Yes, truly, Humans are Weird.


(Please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes, my hand has been cramping up lately and it is hard to write at the moment. And I should not be writing sci-fi, because it is NOT my forte, but I had a plot-bunny and felt the need to attempt it. This is basically a shortened version of what I wanted to write, skipping over much of what I actually wanted to put down. Feel free to take the general idea and write something better XD )

Aisles [m]

Aisle Three

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 5,802

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Surprisingly, it was easy for you to lie yourself and to everyone around you. Flashing a smile anytime someone around you asked you how you were doing. The layers of concealer under your eyelids hiding more than the lack of sleep. You tried to keep yourself busying, burying yourself under piles of books and notes to occupy your mind with anything but Jungkook and how he wrinkled his nose when he smiled.

 In a very strange way you found solace in the amount of schoolwork that was piling up in the pages of your planner. Exams, research papers, and presentations were keeping you out of the house and inside the walls of the library. You were regretting your schedule for this semester, but with the MCAT looming you couldn’t afford to take any risks. Medical school was the light at the end of the tunnel, and not even a bunny toothed boy was enough to keep you distracted.

 Hoseok however, had a problem with the fact that you should probably start paying rent to the librarian. He missed you, constantly sending you reminders to eat and drink water during the hours you were studying. You had regretted the night you told him that you hadn’t eaten since 7 in the morning and 45 minutes later a freckled teenager came into the library with the largest bag of Chinese takeout you had ever seen. And your name was scribbled on the front.

Y/N 9:35 PM: Hobi, I appreciate the thought but can you please stop sending me food while I am in the library.

Hoseok 9: 47 PM: I’ll stop sending you food when you actually sleep in your bed, for once

Sighing, you throw your phone back down on the table. He had a point. You hadn’t slept underneath sheets in weeks. By the time you got home from school you were too tired to make it your bedroom. Every morning waking up regretting the fact that you had decided to buy the lumpiest couch known to man. You knew that this wouldn’t last. That eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide behind the excuses of academics to avoid having a life. You were going to burn out.

But two days later you found yourself in the same position.

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Things Adena ”it wasn’t a come on” El Amin did

  • Asked kat about her sexual orientation as they unpack sex toys while drinking tea in a room lit by a thousand candles. (i am pretty sure the candles were scented and there really is no surprise that kat had a sex dream about adena lmao) 


  • Almost snapped her neck looking at kat (when kat got up to leave the candlelit™ room) 
  • Went to surprise kat at her workplace and went directly for a hug (the way they both sank into the hug.. its like they are finally home. Smol gay kat thought handshakes are their thing lmao)


  • Told kat she received her topless picture in person and proceeded to talk about how she also has touched her here™ (this level of smoothness should be illegal)
  • Included a picture of kat in her art show (if that is not screaming I love you, Idk what is)
  • Extended her work visa because “I am not done here yet”
  • Told kat it “is a beautiful night” as she stared at her  
  • confiscated kat’s phone so that they “are in the moment together” as a romantic violin music played
  • kept giving kat the prolonged “you put the stars in the sky” gaze during their date night™

she also did THAT™

bonus

Anyways, I am pretty sure there are things I have missed, but this can (maybe?) serve as a comprehensive “how to get the girl you like” guide for the gays which btw imma need Jane Sloan to write about. Also i feel like starving by hailee steinfeld is a perfect song for kadena (esp from kat’s pov) cs these girls are thirsty af!

Ok so we know canonically Wash’s first name is David, yeah? Its his last name that hasnt been revealed to us.

The funniest shit to me is if like, Wash himself doesnt even remember his own last name (maybe those implants/Epsilon’s freakout messed with his memory a bit, maybe Wash’s taken one too many hits to the head, who knows) and so starts the quest to find out Wash’s last name

and the crew manages to get their hands on some PFL documents or files and Wash and Carolina are going through them, and then they just kinda stop and stare at this one document, and the Reds and Blues are just like “Did you find it?” “Whats his last name?” “Is it something stupid we can make jokes out of?”

and Tucker’s like “Well?”

and Carolina just looks so done

Wash turns to look at Tucker, with the most unamused expression on his face

“Washington. My last name is Washington”

“…Wait, Wash, Seriously?” “Seriously.”

“…YOU’RE TELLING ME WE WENT THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT–” “Grif, calm down” “NO SIMMONS, I WILL NOT CALM DOWN”

“Well, I am glad. This means Agent Washington will not be a different person.” “Thats not how last names work, Caboose”

anonymous asked:

Marichat "don't be fucking rude" prompt (your writing is great btw)

Thank you anon! I am glad you like my writing ^_^ (I should be writing more stories, but I am sniffly and finding doing long form hard so i am taking a break by doing drabbles. Hopefully it will clear my head enough to finish the chapter I wanted to get done today!) 


WARNING: Some strong language and suggestive themes! You have been warned.


“What are you staring at?” Marinette cried at last, whirling in her chair to face Chat Noir who was mere inches from her face. 

“hold still, I am trying to count your freckles,” he said completely unperturbed by either her close proximity or her glowering expression. 

“Have you ever heard of personal space?” she hissed, “Don’t be fucking rude!” 

Chat blinked but showed no other sign of being deterred by her wrath. “I can’t count your freckles accurately from across the room, now hold still.” 

Marinette groaned but did as he asked, figuring it was easier to just indulge his insanity and get him out of the way then try to argue with him. She had no idea what had lead to Chat Noir’s bizarre visit today, or his sudden unprecedented interest in her life, if his non-stop questions earlier were anything to go by. 

“Are you almost done,” she whined, trying not to think about why she was finding his closeness so unsettling. 

“Just about,” he grinned, and her heart gave a traitorous little thrill. He really was unfairly pretty. 

“You have 27 freckles across your nose,” Chat said leaning in even further until their noses bumped. “And just for the record princess,” he said his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I am not fucking rude. When I am fucking I am extremely accommodating,” and before she could move he darted forward, kissed the tip of her nose and hurriedly ran away, laughing. 

The next morning Marinette trudged blearily into class. Her night had been restless, in no small part to the flurry of daydreams brought on by Chat’s parting comment. Even her icy cold shower this morning had done little to stop her wandering mind or flushed skin. 

“Good morning my bestest best friend who I know far better than Adrien know’s Nino!” Alya crowed as she dropped down into her own seat. 

“Are you two still going on about that?” Marinette sighed, dropping her head against the desk and wondering if she could try sleeping through class, or if she ran the risk of subjecting herself to another Chat-infused dream session. 

“This is the last day of our epic battle,” Alya said with feigned shock at Marinette’s disinterest. “I am going to 50 Euro richer before class even starts. Where do you want to go for lunch?” 

“What if Adrien wins?” Marinette ask, cracking one eye open and looking up at her friend.

“Eh, he gets to pick my next 3 articles on the Ladyblog. But there is no way he is going to win. He would have to get my question right- doubtful- AND I would have to get his wrong, and there is no way Adrien knows anything about you that I don’t already know.”

“OK,” Marinette mumbled. Closing her eyes again. 

“Ah the man of the hour and his supposedly hertosexual life mate,” Alya cried. 

“We like to keep our love free from the tabloids thank you,” Marinette heard Nino say and Adrien let out a light laugh.  

“OK Agreste,” Alya said, “my final question, to see if you know my boyfriend as well as I do-”

“He does, you’re gonna lose babe.” 

“Shut up honey.” 

“Just giving you a head’s up.” 

“What,” Alya continued, “Is Nino’s favorite childhood ice cream flavor?” 

“Trick question- Nino didn’t have Ice cream till you took him to get some on your guys second date.” 

“Damnit! Still, you haven’t proven that you are the most observant person in this little circle, you still haven’t given me my question. Despite your impressive line of questioning thus far, I defy you to come up with something about Marinette that you know and I don’t.” 

Marinette was glad her face was plastered against the side of her desk to hide her flaming face. 

“OK,” Adrien said mischievously, “how many freckles does Marinette have across her nose?” 

Marinette’s eye shot open. 

“You don’t know the answer to that,” Alya said warily. 

“Just answer the question,” Adrien said smugly, “or do you admit defeat?” 

“19,” Alya said nervously. 

“Wrong, 27. Looks like I win.” 

Whatever response Alya was about to give was cut off by Marinette’s loud, piercing scream. 


Four Sentence Prompts: 

Warning- I will NOT be taking repeat prompts! Only one drabble per prompt! (See the list here: http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159474846531/reposting-so-i-can-edit )

The whole team is at a bar and some guy recognizes Dan from the strip club she used to work at.

  • The guy calls her by her stage name and hits on her and Dan politely tries to decline and turn away
  • The guy grabs her wrist so she can’t leave and has to listen to him while he tells her all about how she should give him a chance
  • Dan wrenches her wrist out of his grip and cuts him off as she not so politely tells him, “Do not touch me. I am here with my friends, not for you. I do not owe you anything. So, I am going to walk away now and you are going to leave me alone.”
  • She turns to walk away again, but turns back around when she hears the guy let out a pained sound
  • The guy reached for her again, so now Andrew has his arm pinned behind his back, silently threatening to break it
  • The upperclassmen and monsters alike (with the exceptions of Renee and Neil) stare at him in surprise because they are used to Andrew’s knee-jerk violence, but not in response to something said or done to any of the upperclassmen
  • Andrew’s voice is low and quiet and all the more dangerous for it as he says, “She told you not to touch her.”
  • The guy doesn’t want a broken arm, so he rushes and panics as he turns his head to face Andrew and apologize to him with the hope that Andrew will let go of his arm
  • Instead, Andrew gives it a violent jerk and waits for the guy’s howl of pain to die down before warning, “To her. Not me.”
  • The guy spits out his apology to Dan as fast as he can, stumbling over the words
  • Andrew stands perfectly still, still holding the guy, as he watches Dan’s shocked reaction
  • Dan accepts the apology in a rush
  • Andrew holds on for just a moment longer as he says, “You are lucky she believes in forgiveness.”
  • He shoves the guy away and the guy leaves, clutching his sore but not broken arm, with a muttered, “Your boyfriend is crazy.”
  • Andrew doesn’t bother correcting the guy and everyone else is too shocked to
  • Andrew shrugs the whole situation off and the team stares at him
  • Dan manages to stop gaping at him and anger takes over as she insists, “I was handling that.”
  • Andrew sounds bored with the whole situation as he responds, “Men like that do not listen to women.”
  • Matt’s voice is dry as he says, “Everyone listens to knife-wielding maniacs though, right?”
  • Andrew doesn’t look bothered as he stalks off to look for a table
Dirty Dancing

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Hoseok (J-Hope)

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Word Count: 5,242

Summary:  It’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. Your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, Hoseok. If only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.

Originally posted by jimins-bunss

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Being autistic isn’t always ‘cute, quirky things’, like knowing a hundred random facts about forensic pathology because it was my special interest in the sixth grade; or not knowing pop culture references because I didn’t watch that tv show, I was too busy reading books on forensic pathology.

But it’s always, constantly, that near panic fear of -

Oh no, they’re looking at me, why are they looking at me?

It’s my turn to talk!

What do I say?

Is this the right speaking volume?

Am I talking too fast?

Are these the right words?

Do I sound intelligent enough for the people I’m talking to?

Am I using too many big words?

Am I over explaining?

Wait, how’s my volume?

Oh shoot, I was distracted by my volume and I used a big word and now everyone’s laughing at me.

Why is their forehead creased? Are they mad? Is that a happy crease?

Why am I waving my hands so much?

I need to stop waving my hands.

Great, now everyone is staring at my hands.

Okay, great, I think this conversation is over!

Oh, no, wait, they’re talking again.

Look them in the eye.

No, wait, that’s too much eye contact.

Uhhhhh …

We’re done?

We’re done, whew. Another social interaction over.

Small Bump | 01

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader.

Words: 1,897.

Genre: Angst, fluff(?).

Summary: “Things you said when you were scared.”

A/N: I’ve decided to jump on the train and write these small drabbles based on various prompts as a way to take a break from my super long fics and have a different creative outlet. ALSO, highkey based on the song Small Bump by Ed Sheeran.

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I feel like roommates make fun of Derek for the things we have come to love as canon. (1/?)


Y/N: "Derek can I-”

Originally posted by sadphires

Y/N: “What? No. No, no, no. Don’t *immitates gif* me.”

Derek: “What?! I don’t do that!”

Y/N: “Sure.” *immitates gif again*

Derek: *gif*

Y/N: “See?! Right there! You just *gif*ed me!”


Originally posted by beaconhillsbetas

Y/N: “Isaac, you little shit, I am so much stronger than you. Don’t test me.”

Isaac: “Bull shit! I would kick your ass if it came down to it!”

Peter: “Children! Let the real wolves show you how it’s done. Derek, punch my hand.”

Derek: *gif*

Peter: *Stiles in gif*

Y/N: *after a moment of staring at Peter on the floor* “Well, that was just stupid. Even I could tell you that. He’s an Alpha, ya know.”

Peter: “I am the Alpha. I’ve always been the Alpha!”

Isaac: *after a moment of staring at Peter on the floor* “Yeah, okay.” *back to Y/N* “So, do you admit defeat?”

Y/N: “Never!”


Originally posted by izziebm

Originally posted by motivateyourselfeachandeveryday

Y/N, Peter, and Isaac: “Do you even own a shirt?”


Originally posted by whovian182

Y/N: “Oh, yeah. I forgot. Derek likes to make an entrance.”

Isaac: “Oh, God.”

Peter: “It’s just bringing in the pizza, for crying out loud.”

Derek: *gif* “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Y/N, Peter, and Isaac: *unanimous groan*

Unexpected (Part 1)

An attempt to make Yoongi jealous goes too far – but his reaction is unexpected. 

Features V.

Warning: revenge sex, cream pie, sloppy seconds, cuckolding, multiple partners, dirty talk, humiliation, I guess this qualifies as angsty smut

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus)

“Seriously, I’m trying to work here and I’m not in the mood for your shenanigans,”  Yoongi said,  waving you away from him while you were trying to kiss him.

Not in the mood for your shenanigans.  Those words rang in your ears and you could feel the heat rising to your face.  It had been quite a while since you and your boyfriend had been intimate, and this was the third time in a week that he had rejected your advances because he was too tired, too busy and not in the mood. 

“Yoongi, what is with you?  We haven’t had sex in almost three weeks and you’re always turning me down when I try. Are you sick of me or something?”

“Quit being dramatic.  I was traveling for two of those weeks.”

“So what that you were traveling?!  Normally, you are ready to jump on top of me the minute you get home from traveling, but you’ve been home for a week and there’s been nothing, absolutely nothing! Are you cheating on me?!” You could hear your voice rising with your frustration and anger.

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BTS reaction to you doing their makeup

Anon said: bts reaction to you doing their makeup? You ask them if you can do it and they agree on it, thanks 

- WAA NICEE! ENJOOOY ^^


Jungkook: *keeps silent and watches you*

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Jimin: “This is so weird” *laughs*

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: *after you done putting some makeup on* “Do I look sexy yet?” *gif*

Originally posted by bwipsul

J-Hope: *after he sees you done an amazing job* “I feel so pretty” *smiles widely*

Originally posted by nnochu

Rap Monster: “I feel… Like a princess” *checks himself out*

Originally posted by rapfluff

Suga: *stares at the mirror* “I looks so fucking beautiful. More than ever” *looks up at you*

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jin: “Girl I am loooving this” *gif*

Originally posted by yo-seokjin

BTS React to shy S/O wearing swimsuit in front of them for the first time

Requested:  can you do a reaction please of the reader use to wearing bigger size of clothes shy about your figure and then you guys go to the beach and you wear a swimsuit in front of them for the first time.

- Admin Crys


Jimin:

He would be nothing but encouraging, not able to take his eyes off of you. 

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.”

“I feel like there’s going to be a lot more beach trips in our future, especially if I get to see you in that.’

Originally posted by btsgifdump

Yoongi:

He really appreciates the site. It’s rare for him to see you in something so formfitting. He definitely notices, and you catch him staring at you the whole time you’re there, playing in the water, laying out in the sun, etc. 

You tried convincing him to wear less cloths as well. “I won’t feel so weird about it if you do it too!”

“I’ve seen you shirtless a million times, you have a great body babe. Come on?”

He refuses. “The sun is my nemesis. Don’t you know that?”

Originally posted by cinnaminsuga-kookie

Jin:

He would take 19382348203472 pics of you, and would also force you to different poses, etc. 

“You never wear stuff like this, Jagi.”

“I have to document this, who knows when I’ll get to see you like this again.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Taehyung:

Would lose his shit. 

He thinks you’re so beautiful, and would be your #1 hype man. 

“There’s my baby!”

“Wahhhh, you look gorgeous.”

Would be so proud of you he would stop people that pass by. “Hey! Look at her, that’s my girlfriend.”

“She’s great huh? Too bad, she’s already taken.”

Originally posted by reokunks

Namjoon:

He notices how shy you’re being about your body, not even taking off your bathing-suit cover until the last minute before you get in the water, etc. 

He wouldn’t call attention too it, knowing that calling you out would just make you feel worse. 

He would just be chill an let you become comfortable in your own time. He’d play around with you though, in the water, chasing you around the sand, etc., trying to make sure you have a good time and are happy. 

“I love days like this that I get to spend with you.”

“Years from now, we’re going to really appreciated these moments and memories together.”

Originally posted by forursmiles

J Hope:

He knows how shy you are about your body, so he would make sure to compliment you and lift up your confidence. 

“You should be in Sports Illustrated.”

“Hobi, quit playing.”

“I’m serious! You’re total babe material. Just don’t run off with some sexy life guard okay? I don’t think my heart could take it.”

Originally posted by omojinyounghobi

Jungkook: 

He thinks you look stunning, and always tells you how much he loves your body, etc. He may be a little uncomfortable with you showing so much skin, because he is used to you wearing oversized/baggy cloths and anything other than that is usually just for him, when you’re alone ;)

He would think he’s being lowkey about the jealousy he feels when other guys at the beach look at you, but he ain’t that sly. 

“Kookie, wtf? Why are you glaring at them? They haven’t done anything.”

“They’re staring at you! Am I supposed to just smile at them and say ‘Oh this is my gf, but you can eye-fuck her all you want’?”

“You’re obviously here with me, they’re being disrespectful.”

Originally posted by bestteamofsoulmates

Infatuation - Part 1

Originally posted by jaebuim

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 (M) PART 9  PART 10 PART 11

Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad. 

Genre: Romance, teacher, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

Authors Note: This is my first fanfic and I am not really sure what everyone will think of it but please give me some feedback! Oh and I hate when fanfics don’t have a slight twist to them so don’t think I’ll keep you bored! I want some action and suspense here :) 

Chapter 1:

You walked out of your last exam feeling excited because you finally finished your senior year of high school. All that was left was graduation day! You were excited for this upcoming summer because you finally had a car, a job, and more time with your boyfriend, Yugyeom. You were also excited because college would start in August, which meant a new chapter in your life. 

You had been working hard during the semester to maintain your rank as number 1 in the class. After your hard work, you finally became valedictorian, and you would be giving a speech to your fellow classmates on graduation day. You were ready for a nice and refreshing summer. 

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anonymous asked:

bts when they accidently slap you


babe I don’t know how accidentally slapping someone works ( i mean you either slap them or you don’t) so I am going to make it a slap out of anger

Also, right now I’m doing only Jin, Rapmon and yoongi, maknae line and jho(p)e will follow soon. I hope that won’t be a problem! Thank you for requesting! 💜

***********PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS, I”M AN OLDIE WHO IS RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS


JIN

You would be arguing about something stupid and Jin would be shouting on the top of his voice, telling you to get your shit together. You could tell he was really angry. You had observed that he had been losing his temper at the drop of a hat, the past few days, but listening to him screaming at you would make you angry as well. 
“What’s gotten into you, Jin? Why the fuck do you have to be so angry all the fucking time? Stop behaving like a fucking lunatic-”

The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. He had slapped you. 

Immediately, after releasing all of his tension in that act, he would stare at you wide eyed. You would have your hand on your cheek, equally shocked. 

“I’m sorry, y/n I just-I didn’t want to-please oh god I am so sorry” He would try to come closer to you in an effort to comfort you but you would flinch and back off, eyes red-angry, tearful and betrayed-, you would look at him, tears now freely falling. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” you would say, taking your bag and leaving the apartment, leaving behind a crying Jin. 

NAMJOON

Namjoon would barge into your room, picking you up from your bed, violently yanking on your hand. He would drag you out to the dining room-despite your strong protest at the way he was treating you-and there you would see his bratty female friend sitting on one of the chairs, crying her eyes out. 

“What the fuck, Kim Namjoon?” You would ask him, yanking your arm out of his grip.

“How dare you, y/n? I knew you could be crazy but this is just crossing all the fucking limits. How could you bully her?” 

You stood in shock. YOU…bullying HER

“What the fuck are you talking about? Why would I do that?”

“She told me, she showed me the marks. You hit her. What the fuck y/n? How could you?” 

You looked at his friend, sitting behind him giving you a smirk and all you could see was red. 

“Get the fuck out of my house, you lying bitch.” You would start towards her when Namjoon would forcefully turn you towards him and slap you across your cheek. 

A sharp pain would hit you, leaving a throbbing sensation in your cheek. 

“Did you just fucking slap me?” You would say through the angry tears. 

“Yah namjoon-ah, i was just kidding..you went too far.” His friend would stand up out of fear and mild nervousness and just take her leave.

“Y/n…”

“Save it. I’m leaving.” 

“no..no please, no no, I am so sorry. I thought you were going to hit her- and I just lost it- oh god I didn’t know she was lying-yah y/n please don’t leave. Please baby, I’m so sorry.” He would try to stop you from leaving but you had already packed your stuff and walked out of the apartment before he could finish whatever explanation he was giving you. 


MIN YOONGI


He would be furious, blaming you for throwing some of his important work away. This would just be a stimulus to an already irritated Yoongi. He would be exhausted and frustrated by the sheer amount of work and even though you will have thrown out nothing, he would take this as an opportunity to release all his anger. 

“You threw out my things didn’t you? When the fuck will you grow up?” Yoongi would step into the kitchen, where you were making yourself and him some sandwiches. You would turn around to look at him with your eyebrows raised, giving him an uncomfortable smile, trying to calm him down. You knew how exhausted he was. 

“I didn’t throw out anything, love.” you would step towards him.

Shut the fuck up. You have been really annoying lately, you know that? The stuff you fucking threw out was my production work. I had to submit it tomorrow, do you fucking understand what that means?”

You tried to control your anger, remaining calm and maintaining an indifferent expression towards his hurtful words. 

“Honey, I did not throw anything out, okay? Just check around. You’ll find it.” 

“I DON’T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME TO CHECK AROUND!” He roared and you took a slight step backwards because you were startled. You had never seen him like this. 

“What’s wrong, Yoongi? Are you okay?” You would ask him slightly concerned at his outburst. 

He would look at you with red eyes, “Do I look like I’m fucking okay, you bitch?” 

You would stand there with your mouth open. “What the fuck did you just call  me?” 

“A bitch. That’s what you are. Why the fuck are we together? You threw out my stuff and now you’re acting like an innocent fuck who doesn’t know what’s happening.” He would be on a roll, enraged. “You probably don’t have to work this hard because I’m rich and your boss is all over you but I WORKED DAY IN AND DAY OUT TO MAKE THAT SHIT!” Yoongi would shout as he came closer to you. 

“MIN YOONGI, THAT’S ENOUGH!” You would shout back, holding your ground as he stood only half a hand away from you. “All this for a fucking music sheet, that I didn’t even throw out? Please stop-” 

Rage boiled through Yoongi’s body as he tuned you out. He barely had a chance to think of his actions as he threw his hand forward as hard as he could, whipping it across your face. The sound resonated off the walls of the apartment.  You could feel the vibration of his hit and pain spread across the left side of you face. His palm was bright red, the same red mark that matched the one on your face. You stared at him with your eyes wide as your hand slowly made it to your fire red cheek. 

Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes, realizing what he had done. He stumbled forwards, his expression blank but eyes leaking tears. He had hit you.

“Y/n..I..oh god what have I done” He would come forward to hug you but you would push him back.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you bastard.” 

You would immediately walk past him but he would yank you back and hug you from behind, putting his face in the crook of your neck, holding on to you for dear life. “NO! No..no don’t leave me please-I didn’t mean to do that-i just-i was so angry-baby I am so sorry. Hey-please, y/n don’t leave me please”

You would stand in his desperate embrace for a minute, your own tears now falling rapidly, and then you would forcefully pry his hands off and walk out without saying a word, leaving Yoongi on his knees, crying out for you. 

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WHOO that was…really angsty. *THIS IS NOT EDITED*

Just a little note: There is no way in which hitting your partner can be justified. Never EVER EVER stand for it. Stay blessed my babies. 

Much love,

Inferno-loop

I’m done” she said as she stared blankly at the dark sky.
“I am tired of trying to get your attention, I can’t continue forcing this relationship anymore. Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? Forced. Forced on my part because you don’t love me anymore and you feel too bad to tell me so instead you write it all over your face and wait until I finally, finally get the message. But the sad thing is I tried so hard to get you to love me because you are everything I ever wanted.
But I am done. You win, I officially have nothing else to offer you.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write