i am so offended by your face

Sleepless

Summary: You and Sam both have insomnia, so you find a way to entertain yourselves.

Warning: smut

Word Count: 1550

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote Sam x reader. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


12:36 AM

Insomnia does weird things to a person.

Under no other circumstances would you be sitting in the library of the bunker, reading about the weaponry forged in fourteenth century Japan to combat a monster that was essentially an ocean-dwelling werewolf.

Yeah. Can’t make this shit up.

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Days of the week: Tuesday (smut)

Words: 1747

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin

Warning: This part contains smut!

Reader X Yoongi


Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

    You woke up smiling. You woke up thinking you had had the best dream eve. It is sad it didn’t happen for real, you thought. You had no bruises in your skin to prove it was real. You were a little broken, but it probably was because you slept in a bad position. I didn’t fuck Jin. No.

  You got into the shower to try to forget that dream; the warm water would probably relax you. When you finished, your cell phone buzzed; you looked for it and saw that there was a message there.

 *Be here in 1 hour. It’s my turn and I am getting anxious. Yoongi*

You almost fell back. So that hadn’t been a dream. That hadn’t been your imagination trying to fuck you up. You had actually fucked Jin and now you would fuck Yoongi, and then the 5 others. No shit. One hour.

  You managed to dress up and make your hear the best way you could. How Yoongi must be? A pervert? A shy boy? Dom or sub? Did he liked dirty talk or was too quiet? Oh…  You were getting anxious and nervous. You were still fucked, literally. Oh shit… But of course, you would not give up. You had 6 others to fuck yet.  

  Once you were done, you gave yourself a last glare and tried to left, but before you could your roommate called you.

“Where are you going, Y/N? Going out again? You know we have college stuff to do, don’t you?” she said.

 Just shut up, I’m gonna be fucked.

“Yeah yeah, I know. I’m gonna buy things to do my work. Bye” you said and left before she could ask something else.

  You arrived in the hotel, and there he was again, the big man, waiting for you.

“Are you going to take me there every time? I mean, I can go alone” You said in the most politely way you could. You knew that was necessary, you could be a crazy girl or something, but come on. That was embarrassing enough.

“It’s the protocol, madam” he said and signaled for you to get into the elevator.

  Like the day before, he checked you out and let you go into the penthouse. That time all the boys were there; Namjoon was the first to greet you.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you?” he asked, smiling at you, the dimples on his cheek making him cute.

“I-I’m fine, thanks” you said shyly.

The other boys said their “hello” and greeted you their ways.

You saw Jin and your glares found each other’s, but you couldn’t support the gaze. You were too nervous and shy. He noticed that.

“Are you still shy? Come on.  You can’t be shy with us” Jin said, “We are close enough after yesterday, Jagi”

“Let her be shy. It means she is probably a sub, and I like it” Yoongi said from the corner. Holy fuck. You felt your face reddening by the sec. The other boys just laughed at it.

“Are you going to stay here?” you asked, changing the subject.

 “Oh my God, are you kicking us?” Namjoon asked, faking he was offended.

“No, no, oh my God, I didn’t mean to… I just wanted to know if-“you tried to say.

“Wow, wow. Relax girl. I am just playing with you. This time we gotta stay here and see the lyrics again, we will be performing in our last day here, so…” Namjoon said.

Of course! You had forgotten. How were they supposed to fuck you when they had to perform and practice? You unintentionally furrowed your eyebrows.

“What?” Yoongi asked.

“Nothing.  I was just wondering-“

“How we are going to have time to fuck you when we should be performing?” Jimin asked, making you wide your eyes. That couldn’t have come from Chimchim. His cheeks got a little red and you thought that maybe he was trying to act confident but inside he was nervous too. Ah… this boy. You nodded.

“Don’t worry. We would always have time to hook up” Namjoon said.

 “Ok ok, enough talking. Nobody stopped you from fucking, right Jin? So stop stealing my girl today. You’ll have your turn to talk to her instead of fucking” Yoongi said and pulled you softly by your hand, taking you to a room, different of the one you were with Jin.

  The moment you got into the room, he locked the door and turned to look at you. He pinned you against the door and smacked his hands aside your head, locking you between his arms. Your heart started racing.

“You know…” he said, looking into your eyes, “I like shy girls. You know why? Because it is easy to control them. It’s better to fuck them. The moment I saw you in that fan meeting, I wondered if you were this kind of girl. And here you are. Blushing at my words” he said cockily.

If it was another guy you would probably get out of there, but the way he said that was so… sexy. You wanted to be dominated by him. You liked the way he wanted to take control.

Suddenly, he placed his lips on yours, and you melted instantly. His lips were softer than what you had imagined, they were good to bite, and you did. You pulled his lips between your teeth and he grunted, squeezing your waist in answer. He slipped his finger into your mouth, dominating your tongue by the second. You entangled your fingers on his hair, pulling him closer. He pulled away.

“Take off your clothes, except your panties” he commanded. What? No. You didn’t move, “Come on, Y/N. Take off your clothes. I wanna see you naked already and you have to open up to us, you do not have to be shy” he said and you wanted to laugh at his English and accent. But that was not the moment. You breathed in and out.

Come on, Y/N. It’s Min Yoongi.

 You closed your eyes and started undressing, and so he did. First your skirt and then your shirt. He was only in his boxers already. When it came to your bra, you got nervous again.

He noticed it and approached to you. He grabbed your hand and put it on his crotch. You gulped.

“Can you feel that? You feel how my cock is getting hard for you? It’s for you. And if you are gonna have it…” he said and grabbed your boobs with his other hand, squeezing “then I wanna have this” he said. Wow. That got you wet by the sec. “Let me help you” he said and started taking off your bra softly, not breaking eye contact.

 He looked at your boobs and sighed, he seemed like he was ready to attack you. Then, he pulled his dick out of his underwear and you choked. Damn. He wasn’t as big as Jin, but was so…  “Suckable”

 He pumped his dick a few times, his pre-cum visible.

 “On your knees” he said and you quickly obliged.

You took him in your hands and masturbated him a little. Then, you took him into your mouth. First you let your tongue play with his head, and then you got deeper and deeper. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and controlled your moves, fastening your pace. Suddenly, he pulled out of your mouth and grabbed your arm.

 “I can’t wait anymore. Bed” he said. Damn, his accent was so cute. You obliged and waited for him. He went toward you and took off your underwear, now you completely naked.

 “I didn’t even touch you and you’re wet” he said as he opened your legs apart and placed himself between them. He leaned in and licked your slit, making you jump, “sorry babe, I would like to suck you but honestly my cock is throbbing already” he said. Oh

 He took off his underwear and placed his tip on your entrance, but differently from Jin, he didn’t tease you, he just put in and started to move instantly. His thrusts began already fast, not giving you time to adjust. His rough thrusts would be enough to make you come, but you didn’t want, not so soon, you wanted to enjoy him more. You pulled him for a kiss, sucking at his bottom lip. He grabbed your boobs and squeezed your nipples, adding pleasure to your sex.

 He pulled away and laid beside you. You looked at him questioningly.

“Lay aside and your back in front of me” he said. You laughed a little. “What?”

“Your English. It makes you so cute” you said.

“Oh, my English is the best one here. Now oblige” he smiled at you, his sugar side appearing. You did as he said; he placed himself behind you and lifted your leg up, resting your foot on his hip. He pushed his dick in again. His thighs started hitting against yours, and the new angle made him hit a new sweet, sensitive spot inside you. You knew you would come soon after, because his thrusts were so rough.

“Fuck, Y/N” he groaned, “your pussy is so thigh”.

His dirty talk helped you to go to the edge, and before you could realize, you were coming. Your walls clenched around his dick violently. Pushing him to the edge as well, he cummed, following you.

He pulled his dick out of you and didn’t move, he stayed there, resting, and so did you. A few moments later, he spoke.

“This was good” he said simply.

You smiled to yourself. I fucked Jin, and Yoongi.

“Yes, Yoongi. This was” you breathed.

“I would like to fuck you once more, but tomorrow is Namjoon’s day. Shit” he said. He wanted to fuck you again.

“You wanna take a shower?” he asked.  That Yoongi was so different from the one who was fucking you a few minutes ago.

“Hum, no. Thanks. I gotta go home, I’m hungry.”  You said, now shy again. Fucking stop it.

“Hungry? It’s almost dinner time. Jin is probably gonna cook something. You should stay and have dinner with us today, get to know us. I mean, we should get to know you. You know us, duh” he said.

He was inviting you to stay. Sex and then dinner with Bangtan. No. If that was a dream you would probably wake up soon.  

 “I would love to stay. Thank you” you said.

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A little something for @alphacrone​ who wanted to read some Friendship!Jack and Bitty.  A restless night at the Haus leads to an impromptu visit to the local bowling alley.


“Just trust me on this one, Jack,” Bitty said out of the side of his mouth as he reached for a bowling ball.

Jack nodded, then turned toward Shitty.

“Yeah, sure.  I’m in,” Jack said as he handed Shitty a twenty dollar bill. 

“Lord, that’s kind of steep for me right now,” Bitty said hemming and hawing. “Well, at least it’ll be fun.”

“I feel bad taking your money, Bitty,” Shitty said as he took two crumpled tens. “But not too bad!”

Bitty looked at the balls, and decided on a neon green 12 pound ball.  

“How hard can it be?” he asked Shitty as he lifted the ball and held it to his chest.

Jack smirked, and sat down as he entered everyone’s name into the automatic scorer.  

Lardo and Shitty had been restless at the Haus that evening, and their restlessness began to spread to the rest of the team.  Even with midterms quickly approaching, no one else had any real inclination of actually doing work.

“It’s Friday night.  We’re young and alive… let’s do something. Anything for fuck’s sake,” Shitty moaned as he dramatically spread himself across the kitchen table and sighed.  

Lardo sat on the counter looking through her Instagram feed while Bitty frosted some cupcakes, and frowned upon seeing Shitty plastered on the table.

“Can you please get your stank ass head off my kitchen table?  We eat there, you know.”

“Stank ass head.  Good one, Bittle,” Jack snorted as he also sat at the table, doodling some hockey plays in the margin of his history book.

Lardo jumped off the counter and shoved her phone in front of Shitty’s face.  

“Look!  An online coupon for free pizza with a paid game at Strikers.  Get up, peeps.  We’re going bowling.”

Shitty immediately sat up and threw his fist into the air.

“Yes! A little ten pin, m’lady and gents?”

“Bowling?” Bitty said with a slight moue.

Jack stood up and said, “I could bowl.  You don’t bowl, Bittle?”

Bitty shrugged and put down the last cupcake.  “Fine… let’s go bowling, I guess.”

“Thank god, I was just about to pass out of boredom,” Lardo said as she grabbed the Haus keys from the glass bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s go, kiddles.  And bring those cupcakes,” Shitty said as he followed Lardo outside.

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You’re my Master Piece - Blind!Levi x Reader

A/N: This is a modern AU and it contains no reference to Attack on Titan. Besides, the character is a bit OOC, for he is only based off of Levi.


(Y/N) was a nice girl, she always has been. No, actually, she was the nice girl.
Yeah you know which one. The one that everybody is friends with because you just can’t hate her, she’s too nice. The one who has soft, wavy hair no matter what, and a clear skin, but once again, you cannot really jealous her to the point where you’d hate her. You simply can’t.
But she was also that girl that everybody took for granted and enjoyed pushing her buttons, to try her limits. The nice girl people underestimated and never took time to get to know, because what else is there to see? She’s just a nice girl.
“Hey, who’s that chick over there?” “Oh (Y/N)? I’m in her math class, she’s a nice girl.”
“I heard that Blake didn’t finish the night alone at your party last night! Do you know who it could be? Probably a girl from your class…” “Well, it can’t be (Y/N), she’s too nice for that.”
Isn’t is weird how ‘nice’ can go from a compliment to a bitter insult depending on who speaks?
That fact took a long time before (Y/N) finally acknowledged the fact that, regardless how she would behave, people would always find her nice. The spectrum went from the genuine 'that’s so nice!’ to the sarcastic 'huh that’s nice’. However, that period of her life was over, and today, in her late twenties, (Y/N) was a fulfilled photographer, with her own art gallery in Chicago, and a nice little apartment in an old brick building that she took pleasure in decorating.

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Why Holmes Is Ridiculous

Being a list of his oddities, which I am keeping for my own amusement, or possibly for blackmail. I will add to this whenever new proof comes along.

1. The Persian slipper. He keeps his tobacco in the toe of a slipper. Why? Does it tickle his sense of humor? Was it the nearest thing to hand? Does the tobacco not taste of feet, now?

2. The knife in the mantelpiece, which keeps his correspondence in place. I do not understand the purpose in stabbing one’s letters. It is neither picturesque nor practical, and it makes a series of holes in the mantel. It also makes the letters rather difficult to read.

3. The contradiction between his professed philosophy and his actual soul. He talks like an ascetic, and lives like a poet. He scolds me for sentimentality and praises the flowers. He calls my stories rubbish for their romanticism, then lets our suspect escape because he committed his crimes for love. He names his own body mere transport, claims to live wholly divorced from its sensations; yet he surrounds himself in music and incense and wine, and takes me to out to dinner at every possible excuse.

4. He once summoned me all the way across town to listen to his thoughts on the beautiful nature of dog-kind. He sent me a telegram. He said it was urgent.

5. He has the lashes of a society girl. A very lovely girl.

6. Also, he colours up like a girl when I praise him: turns pink as a peach. I praise him as often as I can manage it, for the entertainment.

7. He has the manners of a cat. He lays about about all evening, prowls about all night, and finally falls asleep in broad daylight, in odd places–curled up in the depths of his armchair, or stretched out on the sofa; once, atop my shoulder, in a railway car. I spent the better part of two hours with him snoring gently into my neck, trying my utmost not to laugh.

9. He is really quite discourteous to the Yard, who are actually useful to him; yet he is startlingly attentive to me, and has always been so, long before I became at all useful, or proved myself anything more than a broken-down reject of his Majesty’s service. He mocks my writing, but he treats me beautifully.

8. He takes no exercise whatsoever, despises fresh air and country holidays, and spends a quarter of his days full prone upon the sofa, thinking; yet he maintains a remarkable physique: slender, lean musculature capable of sudden power and startling grace; bright eyes, magnificent legs. He’s like a thoroughbred horse; his strength is in the bone of him. He’s–

[Here the numbered list breaks off abruptly. There is a single notation beneath this point, in the same pen, but notably shaky:]

What have I been thinking? How on earth have I allowed myself to get so far?

[No explanation of this extraordinary statement is offered.]

————

“Do you really think me ridiculous?”

“Holmes. Oh, Holmes, you did take it. You’ve had it this entire time?”

“Yes.“

“What have you been doing with it all these weeks?…Never mind, I don’t want to know. Please give it to me.”

“Tell me what the last line means.”

“Nothing. It means nothing of any significance. Will you give it here?”

“It is impossible for it to mean nothing.”

“Nothing that need concern you, then.”

“Watson.”

“Holmes. I can’t tell you.”

“Could you tell me if I held your hands? Like so? H’m, no, it appears that strikes you entirely speechless. What if I do this? Ah. Still speechless….Oh. Oh, you’re shaking. Are you angry? Have I offended you? Watson–I am sorry. I can leave.”

“No!…Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I think you are ridiculous. And wondrous. You are wondrous.”

“Oh…That is acceptable.”

“Come here. You’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

“Pink as a peach. Absolutely beautiful.”

“For God’s sake!”

“Come here, and I’ll shut up.”

“…You’re ridiculous.”

“What? Take your face out of my neck, I can’t hear you.”

“I said, you’re ridiculous, too.”

“Yes, I know. Isn’t it lovely? We match.”

Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two

“OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD” he howled out

“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”

“I WAS ATTACKED!?!? GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”

“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”

“YOU ARE SADISTIC”

“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY YOU’RE RIGHT ENTIRELY MY FAULT. PLEASE SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST LET GO!”

She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains

“I COULD HAVE DIED YOU PSYCHO”

Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”

“No!”

“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, THIEF”

Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”

“THE CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!”

He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth

‘ThinkThinkThinkThinkThink!’

And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

Boyfriend-Bestfriend

Boyfriend-Bestfriend

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst? not really ish


You watched as girls from your school enter the building.

As soon as everybody found out that Peter Parker was really Spider-Man, the whole school flipped. Especially, the girls. They walked in the building, eyes wandering, searching for Pete.

Peter happened to be your classmate, and coworker. Maybe even your crush. But he was also your best friend.

Tony threw another party, just because he was bored. You know, like usual.

And it was an ‘anyone is welcome’ kind of thing. Explains why every girl in your class was here.

You can tell they’ve never been to a party like this before. They dressed like it was prom. Like seriously, what’s with the gowns and poofy dresses?

You stood near the bar, asking the bartender to give you something to drink while you wait for Peter.

“You know you’re not old enough (Y/n).”

“I didn’t say to give me something with alcohol. Can you just give me something non-alcoholic? Please?”

“Alright,” he smiles, “one juice box it is.”

You gave him a scowl, making him chuckle.

You turn back around, eyes searching the room for Peter. You hear a familiar laugh and turn to your right. Peter was standing there with Liz Allen, and her group of friends. Peter promised you that right after he gets ready, he’ll meet up with you immediately, knowing how you hated being alone in parties, and because he was always your date. Those are the perks of having a best friend. If you’re single, you would still have a date at any party.

You waited. Maybe he just got here and he was on the way to meet up with you. Liz probably just stopped him to talk, say hi.

You watched, and watched, and watched.


He was still there. Liz was getting a bit flirty with him already. You heard once in P.E. that Liz had a major crush on Spider-Man, and this was before she knew it was Peter.

Twenty one grape juice boxes later, Peter was still laughing it off with Liz. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice you. He did. It was twenty minutes ago. He looked at you, smile and nod, then started talking to Liz. You thought he finally saw you and was telling Liz that he has to go. Guess not.

This got you pissed, but mostly upset. Peter wasn’t one to break promises.

You tried to leave without him noticing. That won’t be too hard. He’s been ignoring you for the past hour or so.

They were standing by the hallway that lead to the elevators. You got up from the bar stool, flattened your dress, and walk straight passed Peter.

At first it broke your heart when you walked straight passed him with him not even flinching. But when you got to the elevator, sadness wasn’t within you. Anger was.

You slam your fist into the elevator button. Since it seemed like it wasn’t going to open any time soon.

“Don’t hit it, just press it, gently,” you heard, the voice sounding familiar.

“Shut up Loki.” Loki shrugged and walked away, it’s still strange to see him free, and socializing. He wasn’t like the old Loki. Well, you still thought different. It’s all an act. He’ll turn on us soon.

The elevator finally opened, in which felt like years.

You got in and pressed the button for your level. You were humming to yourself, trying to act calm, even if your nails are digging into your palms.

The doors of the elevator was about to close but someone’s hand stopped it.

You looked up surprised, but your face fell when you saw it was Peter.

“(Y/n)! Leaving so soon?”

You gave him an ‘I’m mad at you, go away before I murder you’ look, “yes.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “what’s wrong?”

You roll your eyes, “nothing, can you please go? You’re keeping the elevator from going up.”

He looks around the elevator door, and takes his hand off of the side, stepping in.

You groaned as he stands next to you.

“Seriously (Y/n). What’s up?”

You keep your head straight, away from his gaze. You punch the number of your floor.

“Hey hey hey, press it gently.”

You stay quiet, still clenching your fists.

“Well anyways,” he says, he was smiling, you can tell he was very happy, quite the opposite of you.

“Liz hung out with me today.”

You turn to him, his face beaming, and replied with a tight smile, “I know, I saw.”

“Really?! Did I look okay? I felt like I was smiling too much.”

“You looked fine,” you said through clenched teeth.

When you finally got to your floor, before you stepped out, you quickly pressed all the floors on the elevator and clicked the ‘close door’ button, before running away. Leaving a confused, screaming Peter behind.

“Hey! What the heck!”


When you got to your room, you stripped down and got into an oversized hoodie and shorts.

You unhooked your bra and pulled it out of the neck of the hoodie.

“Ahh,” you sighed, “much better.”

When you were comfortably snuggled into your bed, you started to play the first Harry Potter movie.


“No, stop, stop, stop! You’re going to take someone’s eye out. Besides, you’re saying it wrong. It’s Levi-OH-sa, not Levi-oh-SAH.”

You giggled as your favorite line from the movie was said.

Right after you finish giggling, Peter burst through your door.

“What the heck was that!”

The smile on your face disappeared, “what was what.”

“I feel sick from that elevator ride! I barely got off just now and I threw up in your kitchen.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.”

“And now you’re watching one of our favorite movies WITHOUT ME?”

“You act like this is the most possibly worst thing we could ever do to each other.”

He scoffs, “of course it is.”

“No Peter,” you stated, “this could not.”

“Then what can? What can be worse (Y/n)?”

You scoff, can he be anymore dramatic.

“I am offended,” he says jokingly, before he jumps on the bed next to you, getting under the blanket.

“Scoot.”

You roll your eyes before slightly scooting to the side.

A good ten minutes or so into the movie you finally answered his question.

“What could be worst is you leaving me for some girl when you promised to meet up with me right away after you get ready.”

Peter turns to you, guilt taking up his face.

“I’m sorry, but my crush finally spoke to me and I didn’t want to leave just there and then.”

“Yeah well my crush didn’t even care,” you said below your breath.

“What?”

“I said, I waited for you for so long and you never even came.”

“I’m sorry (Y/n),” he whined, “I’ll make it up to you.”

You just sat there, staring at the screen.

“(Y/nnnnnnnn). Speak to me pleaaaaseeeee.”

Before you can even speak, someone burst into your room.

“(Y/n), who cares about him? I don’t even know why you’re crushing on him in the first place. Seriously, when I see that guy, I will kill him.”

The two of you stared at Natasha, with shocked expressions.

Her still not knowing Peter was there until the screen went back to bright.

Her eyes grew wide, before turning around and running away.

“I– I–” you stuttered, Peter slowly turning to your face.

“I forgot that I texted her, while you were getting sick in the elevator.”

“You like me? Like, like me like me?”

You gulp, eyes fixed on the screen.

You can see a stupid smirk growing on his face from the side of your eye.

“Awww you like me!” he teased, poking your side.

You let out a deep sigh.

“(Y/n),” he said in a sing-songy tone, still poking your side. He knew that was your tickle spot. When your lip twitched to a smile slightly, he began to attack your sides, popping the giant laugh bubble you were keeping in.

You erupted with laughter and he couldn’t help but smile.

“There, I finally got you to smile.”

You sigh, raising your hands in defeat.

“I’m really sorry (Y/n).”

You nod, “it’s okay.”

“I like you too.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Correction, you like Liz.”

“No, I like you.”

“Peter.”

“(Y/n).”

“Seriously?”

“I’m serious.”

“You literally just left me for her and admitted that she was your crush not too long ago.”

“I lied.”

“Then why would you be with her then, instead of me?”

“Well, I liked you for a while now, I tried not to because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship that we already have.”

“Are you sure you don’t like Liz?”

“Yes, I’m positive.”

“Because it doesn’t seem believable. You looked way into her today.”

“Alright, wanna hear the truth?”

You sigh, “yeah.”

“I actually was asking Liz for some tips on how to get you to like me, and I wanted you to feel jealous and realize that I’m a great guy, you know?”

“Are you serious?”

“One hundred percent, promise, I cross my heart, and I’ll let Widow kill me if it was a lie. Go, ask Liz.”

You squint your eyes at him, feeling the bed next to you for your phone.

To Liz Allan:

Hey Liz, how was the party tonight?

You waited for her to reply, the typing bubble popped up fast.

LA: It was fun! Peter is such a sweetie pie.

You: Oh I know. He seemed so into you! You’re so lucky! I wished he liked me back…

LA: OMG! You like Peter?!?

You: lol isn’t it obvious…

LA: Dude! He likes you too! You should tell him!! <3 <3

You: Seriously??? But you two seemed so flirty with each other earlier..?

LA: Don’t worry, I was just helping him out on what he should do to get you to like him back, but I guess those are useless now that you already like him back! You guys are gonna be the cutest couple ever! I’m sorry if what we did earlier ruined anything you two had :(

You: It’s okay, thanks for letting me know tho! :))

You put the phone down and looked at Peter.

“Fine. I believe you.”

You looked at him with a blank look. No amusement, happiness, sadness, emotions whatsoever.

“Okay! So…. wanna be my girlfriend then?”

You shrug, “sure, I guess,” turning back to watch the rest of the movie.

“(Y/n).”

He sat in front of you blocking the tv, “Can you give me a hug?” He always offers a hug after an argument, just so he knows that you forgive him and your back to being friends now. Just to make sure you’re not still mad.

“If you don’t give me a hug, the offer is gone.”

You tilted your head back and groaned loudly before getting on your knees to walk to him, jumping into his arms.

He closed his arms around you, hugging you tightly before shaking you.

“Yaaaay! I upgraded from best friend to boyfriend.”

“Peter,” you choked out, “I– I– can’t breathe.”

He slowly untighten the hug before jumping up and down on the bed with you, still hugging you close to his chest.

But suddenly, he stopped and pulled you away, arms length.

“What?” you said, “what’s wrong.”

His jaw dropped before backing up slightly.

He looked at you with a super shocked expression, “Uh–”

“WHAT?”

He shivers slightly, “you’re not wearing a bra are you?”

Your eyes goes wide before clutching your chest.

“Turn around,” you said, before grabbing your bra from the floor next to your side of the bed.

“There.”

He turned around, shivering again, “that felt weird.”

“Then stop talking about it, you’re making me feel awkward.”

He scoots back next to you, hugging you back close to his chest.

You hesitantly lay your head on his chest, him wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop.”

You scrunch your nose and cringed, a mix of a disgust and embarrassed look on your face , “Uggh that was weird.”

“What?”

“Baby?”

“What do you want me to call you?”

“Uhh, my name?”

“Sorry sweetheart, you’re my girlfriend now, things gotta change a bit.”

“Fine.”

“Now be quiet Love, I’m trying to watch the movie here,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. Earning a playful smack from you.

To be honest, this boyfriend-bestfriend thing is going to be fun. I could get used to this.


A/N: Wrote all this in one sitting, so sorry if it was bad! Also, sorry for the lack of fics, I’ve been having writers block. I’ve wrote a bunch of other things but never finished it because they SUCKED. Ps. Let me know if you liked this! It’ll help me get motivated to write more lol.

isaiahjonesfurryartist  asked:

So are all the kids non-binary? If so, why? I really don't understand the whole non-binary thing and i'd really like if you elaborated more on the subject. Cause I believe we are all either a girl or a boy, you can identify as either or, but in the end there's so escaping you were once male or female. But that's just my opinion, I am NOT trying to offend anyone, I'm just genuinely curious and would like to hear your viewpoint on this.

Not all the kids are nonbinary. Just some. It isn’t an uncommon thing for monsters in particular. I mean… can you honestly say that something like The Bleb ever had a biological sex? They’re literally made of jelly. They are a lump of jelly with a face. Regardless of how you feel, you have to at least admit that a jelly-person shouldn’t have to conform to the gender binary if they don’t want to.

The whole issue of gender and sex is complicated and I’ve spoken at length on it in the past. Long story short… Gender isn’t the same as sex. Sex is your crotch junk. Gender is your heart junk. And isn’t it more important what’s in your heart than what’s between your legs?

-TQ

Just Pretend

Summary: “We make Jungkook jealous, we make him wish that he was with you all the time.” Taehyung says, “we make you look so incredibly fun, so ridiculously unforgettable, that it feels like the world doesn’t spin without you in it. It’s easy.” 

“You’re insane. See this is why we’ve never spoken before.” You say, half inclined to get up and leave now before Taehyung continues with his idea. But, your interest again, is bigger than you. “Wait, what would you even get from that?” 

“It would uh—-” he begins.

“It would what?” You say, leaning in closer, close enough for him to whisper it to you. 

“Oooh, Taehyung has a little crush on someone too, does he?” You tease.

That’s right, you fancied Jeon Jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. But what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?

Genre: Kim Taehyung Fluff, Angst and super mild smut suggestiveness

Words: 10.6K (10,662 words)

Originally posted by bwipsul

a/n: so it was a spur of the moment decision to write this fic, but the words college au and fake dating just seemed so perfect together that i couldn’t resist. i hope this mends any broken hearts and maybe breaks a few with the angst. lots of love, mo.

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Request:  Could I request a Bucky x reader fic where the reader totally kicks his ass at a drinking game or pool and he’s so in awe of her that he flat out admits that he has a crush on her as she’s celebrating her victory? :)

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Background Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary:
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Bedroom Eyes - Isaac Lahey

Characters: Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Reader.

*REQUESTED FROM PROMPT LIST*

Originally posted by onlysharman

“Oh, what about Greenberg?” Lydia asks you.

You roll your eyes. “Seriously? No one even knows his first name. I mean that too, I’m not even sure he knows his name.” You throw your carrot stick back onto your tray and lean forward. “Greenberg.” You scoff.

“Y/N, come on. I’m trying to get you a boyfriend.” She defends herself, sitting her purse on the table.

“You can get me a boyfriend after you get Stiles.”

“I didn’t know you played dirty, Y/L/N.” She rolls her eyes.

“You can’t act like you’re not in love with him, Lyd.” She suddenly becomes very interested in cleaning out her purse.

“This is not about me. This is about you finding a boyfriend before you die a virgin.”

You furrow your brow. “Who says I’m a virgin?”

“Sweet Y/N’s been deflowered?” Isaac asks as he sits beside you. He puts his backpack almost in your lap and you push it onto the ground.

“Why is this any of your business?” You scoot towards Lydia and she smirks.

“Oh, it’s not. I just find it interesting that you’ve had sex but you’ve yet to have a boyfriend.” He opens up his bottle of water, the clicking of the lid sending you over the edge.

“I moved here sophomore year. You know nothing about me.”

“Oh come on, Y/N! We’re friends!” He chuckles.

“No, actually..we’re not. You’re friends with my friends, therefore we’re within the same proximity most of the time. I do not care about you, and I do not want to be your friend, okay? You’re a jerk.” You push your tray away, any trace of appetite you’d had vanished.

“Wow. Okay. I was just asking a simple question.” He shakes his head and scoots away from you.

“A simple question about my sex life.”

Stiles and Scott sit down beside Isaac. “Woah…whose sex life?” Stiles raises an eyebrow.

“Y/N’s apparently.” Isaac answers.

Lydia holds a finger to her lips and swats Stiles’ arm. “I have to go. I’ll see you after school.” You sigh and stand up, rushing to your locker.

“So you and Isaac…” Lydia starts. She met you at your locker at the end of the day.

“There is no me and Isaac.” You roll your eyes as you shove your books in your locker.

“I think there is. You’ve got great chemistry. Not to mention the sexual tension. God…you two would be so hot together.” She smiles.

“Would you shut up? He’s standing right there and he can probably hear us.” You slam your locker closed.

“He can’t. Anyway, from what I’ve heard he’s great in bed.”

“Oh yeah? How many hundreds of girls did you hear it from?”

“Y/N, give him a chance! You said you’re not a virgin so it’s not like it’s anything special.”

“Yes, that’s logical. I had sex with one guy so now the possibilities are endless.” You walk towards Scott, hoping Lydia would end the conversation.

“Stop being sarcastic! That’s exactly my point.” She runs to keep up with you.

“You see, unlike some other people, I don’t sleep with everyone I make eye contact with.“ You’d reached Scott. You watched as Isaac connected the dots. He turned on his heel and took off down the hall.

You groaned. “Isaac! Wait!” You ran after him, catching him as he walked out onto the lacrosse field.

He turns around, his height advantage over you suddenly intimidating. “What? What do you want? Do you want me to talk to the hundreds of girls I slept with?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it.” You sigh and grab his arm.

He pulls away from you. “No wait. Maybe I should ask every person I’ve ever made eye contact with.”

“I said I’m sorry! What else do you want?”

“You. I want you!” He steps back, dropping his backpack on the ground as he runs a hand through his hair.

“I-..what?” You’re taken aback.

“You’ve done nothing but offend me today, Y/N. I’m trying, I really am. I just..I love the banter with you and I don’t ever try to be a jerk. It’s just so cute to get a rise out of you.”

You step closer to him, his face softening as you near. “I never would’ve guessed. It’s not as obvious as you think it is.”

“I give you bedroom eyes!” He pouts slightly. The anger gone from both of you the second those five words tumble from his lips.

You laugh, throwing your head back. “Bedroom eyes? God, Lahey you’re such a nerd.”

He chuckles, the grin plastered on his face showing off his dimples. “Will you give this a shot? Even if I am a nerd that gives you bedroom eyes?”

“I think this may be a start.” You laugh and he pulls you into his arms.

He rests his head on top of yours. “I’m sorry. Let’s start over?”

“Only if you stop with the bedroom eyes.”

“I’ll never live that down, will I?”

You smile. “Nope.”

Slow Down {S.M}

requested by @ duhitzlizeth // imagine where you are saving yourself for marriage and you and Shawn get heated, and you tell him to stop and he takes it well

author’s note// yall ever worry that all those “i wanna kill myself” or “i hope a car hits me right now” comments gonna catch up to you cause tbh i worry that they wont 

masterlist

Saving yourself for marriage was always a thing you wanted to do. It wasn’t really for religious reasons, it was a personal thing. Not that there is anything wrong with doing it for religious reasons, but you were doing it because you didn’t like the idea of any of the repercussions of sex before marriage. It was just that you never know what can happen, and unless you’re married, it can be rather difficult to deal with those outcomes. So, just to be safe, you decided all the sexual stuff could happen after Shawn put that band on your finger. 

Which is fine, if you wanna do that or if you don’t be your own woman. 

Sometimes Shawn would ask if there was any way you would reconsider, not in a disrespectful manner. He was attracted to you, and he wanted to do those things, which is fine but he respected your want not to. And sometimes, he’d push those boundaries. Okay, a lot of times he would try and push those boundaries. Today was one of those days, but it was a little bit different. 

“I don’t wanna go out.” You simply stated when you opened the door, expecting to see Shawn in jeans and a shirt, but he too was in his sweatpants.

“Thank God.” He grumbled, walking in, kicking off his slides and going into your living room. You smiled, thinking about how lucky you were to have this fine man in your life who kinda got you and was more than happy to kick back for a day. 

“Do you want any food?” You called, walking in right behind him, plopping down on the couch right next to him. He yawned, pulling her in close by her waist. He grabbed the remote and turned on the television. 

“Wanna watch that episode of Scandal?” You and Shawn had been dating for four years, and people often teased you about being a married couple. Because you basically were married, honestly. You were both in your twenties, and he could propose anytime. He just… he just didn’t. You both had lives and careers, and when the time was right he’d pop the question. You knew. Hell, you watched a tv show together, who else does that but old married couples?

“I already watched it last night.” You mumbled, wrapped your arms around his waist and looking up at him with a begging smile, hoping he won’t be too mad. 

“Four years, four whole years and you disrespect me this way. You might as well have slept with Geoff.” He scoffed, pretending to be mad at you. You laughed, pulling yourself in closer. 

“I’ll watch it again. I won’t even narrate.” You had a habit of narrating what was going on. That’s why Shawn always complained about having to watch movies you had already seen with you because of that. 

“Jeez, okay. Not one narration.” He demanded, moving around, settling in as he pressed buttons on the remote to play the episode. “Okay but is it a good one?” He asked about five minutes into the episode. 

“That is considered a narration, my love.” You took his chin in your hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You will just have to watch and see.” He groaned and grumbled, absolutely exasperated. It was entertaining, but he eventually got over it and watched. For about ten minutes. Then you felt his hands travel a little further south. You didn’t really mind, since he had done it before, but it felt a little weird, almost different. But you let him, his hands touching your butt just a bit. 

“Hey.” You leaned over and whispered in his ear. 

“Hey.” He whispered back, kissing your neck a little bit. 

“Mmm whatca doing?” You asked him. He chuckled a little. 

“I’m sorry I’ll stop.” He took his hands from your butt and wrapped them around your waist again. “I’m really sorry, I just….” He tried to formulate words to say what he wanted to. “I want to um… do things to and with you.” He said, halfway joking. 

“Shawn!” You swatted his arm with a laugh. 

“No, seriously, and its fine to want to and I really am sorry if I push you. I just, I just love you so much and I guess that’s the way people take their love to the next level sometimes and I understand you don’t wanna do that, and I respect that. Just tell me when I push things too far, alright?” He kissed your neck again, squeezing you tight. You craned your neck and looked back at him with a huge smile on your face. 

“Yanno I love you so much.” You told him. He shrugged a little. 

“It really is hard not to.” He breathed, earning him the second swat on the arm of the night. 

author’s note// this is so friggin short i rambled alot in this cause everything i say offends people and im just k i n d a tired of life and breathing and i am tired of the stress of life and i just wanna be able to sit and watch friends and open an aquarium god i want a milky way bar why did i write this it was just me trying not to offend anyone someone do me a favor and r u n m e o v e r w i t h a b i g a s s t r u c k

jalousie.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

requested by anon.

jalousie; jealousy in french
noun
the state or feeling of being jealous.

Jimin x reader, jealous jimin after he sees you hanging around with your male cousin, angst with a fluffy ending please!!

genre: angst? romance? who knows, i don't 

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i called your cousin Nick cuz I wasn’t creative enough to think of anything that wasn’t generic

You were out and about with your cousin, Nick, today; the two of you hadn’t met up in a while and needed to catch up on the time you spent apart. The two of you had always been close, pretty much best friends from birth. You really wanted to take him to a cafe that had opened up while he was away from Seoul. As the two of you entered, you greeted the owner as you knew her quite well know, especially after being a regular. “Is this your cousin you were talking about?” she smiled as she prepared to take your order. “Yep, this is Nick. Nick, this is Minah.” you told her as you introduced him to her. “Nice to meet you, what would you recommend?” he asked her as he shook her hand. “I would recommend the strawberry cheesecake or the matcha green tea cake and to go with them, bubble tea or milk tea is great.” she smiled.

“What do you think, ___?” he asked, placing his hand on his chin to stroke his non existent beard. “You’re a dork. But I think you should get the strawberry cheesecake, it’s a personal favourite of mine and the milk tea is pretty nice on a breezy day like today.” you told him as you turned to Minah to make your own order. “I’ll have the original bubble tea and the matcha green tea cake this time.” you smiled before turning back to Nick who still couldn’t make up his mind. “Okay, I’ll get what you said before.” he chuckled after five long minutes of intense thinking. “Take a seat.”

It was nice catching up with Nick, he had gone  around Europe with a few of his friends for a few months and you really lost a lot of time with him. “So, how’s the boyfriend?” Nick chuckled as he sipped his tea, he knew that you would blush at the mention of your boyfriend, aka Jimin, yes Park, the singer, Jimin. “He’s good…” you muttered, as you tried to hide your face from the outside world at the mention of him, not even his name but just the word made you smile. “You seem happy with him too.” he laughed as he ruffled your hair. “I am, he’s good to me, better than any other guy could be.” “What about me?” Nick said, pretending to sound offended. “You’re on a whole ‘nother level of messed up but…” “But?” “I guess, you’re pretty good to me, I mean, my dad would kill you if you weren’t.” “True, and knowing your dad, he actually would.” he laughed.

“You up for a walk?” you asked as you gathered the last of your belongings. “If you are, I am.” “Let’s go then! It’s only 2 anyway, so it’s still a good time to wander around the Han River. Bye Minah!” you said as you exited the building. “You lead, I guess.” he chuckled as he followed behind you. The cafe wasn’t too far from the river, probably a 5 minute walk, which wouldn’t feel like too long. When the two of you arrived at a nice spot by the river, you pulled out your phones to take a couple of pictures to remember the day, even though it wasn’t that significant.

Jimin had been filming by the river for Run! BTS when he spotted you with a guy he had never seen or heard about before. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind but when he saw the picture of the two of you on your story, his emotions got the better of him and he quickly texted you before resuming to filming.

“Who’s that you’re with?” Jimin texted you about an hour ago, you hadn’t seen the text message until you got home after dropping Nick off. The text confused you as you had no idea what he meant. “What do you mean?” you asked him, completely forgetting that this was supposed to be answered an hour ago and you were with Nick. “Who was that guy you were with today?” Jimin could feel his blood rising when you avoided his question, he never liked it when you played games, especially when he was pissed off. “Oh, that was Nick.” “Look, I know I’m a busy person but seriously? You had to go out and cheat on me? In the open as well?” he texted you, causing further confusion. Cheat? What was he even talking about? You would never cheat on him.

“Cheat? I would never cheat on you, what the hell are you talking about?” “We’ll talk about this later, I’ll be over in an hour.” Jimin was fuming by the time he ended the conversation, he rarely got angry but when he did, it wasn’t pleasant. Because he was such a nice person, when he got angry he would explode. You could seriously wait until he reached your home.

The door swung open and Jimin’s presence graced you; you rose from the sofa and made your way over to your boyfriend. “What’s wrong?” you asked him before attempting to step closer to him. “Don’t come closer.” his statement took you aback, you were shocked by how angry he was; usually he would never tell you to stay away even if he was ‘angry’. “Why did you do it? Why did you cheat on me out in the open, then deny it? The two of you were all over snapchat, you didn’t even have the decency to block me from your story or something first?” Jimin started, his voice slowly getting louder and louder.

“Is that what this is about? You think I’m cheating on you because I was hanging out with Nick, m–” “Who the fuck is Nick? And why were you with him?” Jimin practically shouted, causing you to take a few steps back, Jimin didn’t fail to notice the way you backed away from him. “He’s my cousin, Jimin, you know, the one I tell you stories about, my best friend since birth? He was away for a while and I was hanging out with him today because I hadn’t seen him in a while, that’s all.” you told him, without the energy to even fight back at the assumption. “Fuck, fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that, I just –” “Save it, Jimin, I’m going to bed.” you told him as you left him standing in the middle of the entrance of your home.


Jimin had slept on the couch all night, he didn’t want to leave you, especially when the two of you weren’t on good terms. When you woke up and saw him there, you couldn’t help but feel bad; he was still your boyfriend after all. You went to grab a blanket and placed it over his body before you went to make some breakfast.

As you prepared pancakes for both you and Jimin, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you body and it didn’t take genius to figure out whose they were. “I’m sorry, I should seriously trust you more but I just get so scared about losing you to someone who can give you a whole lot more than me. I noticed the way you backed away from me, it scared me, what if you just kept backing away and disappeared out of my life? I don’t even wanna think about that, I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for the way I reacted.” “It’s okay, just ask me next time, okay? Instead of blowing things out of proportion.” “Will do.” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on the side of your neck. You turned around to kiss his lips and when you saw him, Jimin had the blanket around his shoulders and his hair was a mess but damn, he looked adorable, you wished you could have framed this moment. You quickly placed a short kiss on his lips, leaving him wanting slightly more. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity and you completely lost yourself in his before he broke the silence that surrounded you. “Babe, the pancakes are gonna burn.”

The Chocobros + Their Glasses-Wearing S/O

This is just a quickie imagine I thought up bc I didn’t get to write anything today! :(

Prompto:
- Thinks your glasses are cute af
- You wake up and your glasses are missing from the side of the bed, only to find Prompto modeling and taking pictures in your glasses
- Definitely puts them on a stuffed chocobo in one picture
- Touches them carefully because he knows you need them and knows how to care for glasses since he wore them as a kid
- Tells you about when he used to wear them and even confides in you about the spare pair he keeps in a drawer even though he doesn’t need them anymore
- Laughs when your glasses get all fogged/steamed up
- Will hold them for you any time you need
- When you lay down in bed at night or fall asleep with them on, he’ll gently remove them and set them aside and give you a little kiss on the nose/forehead
- When you say you want new frames, he gets enthusiastic and actively looks for ones that’ll look rad on you–especially recommends the thick geeky ones

Ignis:
- Like Prompto, knows how to care for glasses, and will offer to clean them for you if they get all dirty
- Probably wipes them for you anyway
- If they get scratched or break he’s going to want to take care of that for you right away because your eyesight is a priority
- Urges you not to stare too closely at screens and strain your eyes, especially the poorer your vision already is
- Makes sure you have regular eye exams
- If you’re doing something tedious or potentially dangerous and he sees you straining without your glasses, he’ll pull them right out of his pocket and hand them to you cause he always holds onto them just in case!
- Hands you a cleaning wipe or handkerchief if he catches you cleaning them with your shirt or something
- Will let you know which ones flatter you most and prefers thinner frames like his but ultimately it’s your choice and he loves how you look no matter what

Gladio:
- Takes your glasses off and holds them up high to tease you
- A pair was lost to him when he accidentally sat on them and he still feels really bad about that
- Affectionately calls you “four-eyes”
- Slides your glasses onto your face in the morning
- Has a habit of accidentally smudging them one way or another and apologizes
- You look so good in them that you make him consider getting reading glasses and he starts sporting some aviator sunglasses
- Talks you into getting a pair of prescription sunglasses for when you’re out and about
- “How many fingers am I holding up?”
- Kinda wants you to get the cateye glasses because they make you look like a sexy teacher

Noct:
- Another offender of taking your glasses and putting them on, asking how he looks
- “Damn, you’re blind!”
- Thinks it’s cute when they get all crooked
- Takes them off of you in private to appreciate your face and be affectionate
- Offers to buy you new ones if you ever need it
- Makes sure you have your glasses before getting behind the wheel
- If they get knocked off your face, he’ll quickly pick them up and hand them to you
- Sometimes just flips them around and looks at them, wondering how they make these things
- Occasionally forgets that you can’t see very good without them
- When you try on different pairs, he just nods because he doesn’t know and whatever you pick is fine because it’s your eyes, not his

Pushing his buttons || Dan H.

A/N: This is mostly dialog and I loved writing it. I also have a thing for university!dan now. Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1.9K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART 2

Originally posted by daik3n

„What are you wearing?” Dan asked, raising his eyebrows and looking me up and down. He sat at the kitchen table and looked up from his laptop that he did some work for university on.

Daniel James Howell, 21, wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and plaid pyjama bottoms, messy brown hair that he let grow out, freakishly tall, university student and unfortunately incredibly hot.

Since my parents were currently on a business trip to another continent for two weeks I was staying at Dan’s flat. I could have told them that I was old enough to look after myself, but honestly sharing this flat with him was much better than being on my own all the time. He was the son of my mum’s best friend so we knew each other since we were little kids. My parents had a soft spot for him and over the years he became one of my best friends.

I was confused by Dan’s question and quickly checked my outfit. It didn’t look bad, did it? The dress I was wearing perfectly hugged all my curves. It also showed the right amount of skin: not too much and not too little.

“I’m going to this party” I explained, putting my keys and phone into my purse.

“Are there gonna be boys?” Dan asked, completely forgetting about the paper that was due tomorrow.  

“Yes.” I truthfully answered. Why would there only be girls? What was up with him?  

“What do you mean ‘yes’?” Dan shut the laptop in front of him close and shot me a strange look. Was he angry now?  

“Yes, there are gonna be boys.” I answered, stating the obvious.

“And they are all just your friends?” He sceptically eyed me.

I didn’t even know everyone who was going to be there. Why did it matter anyway? I shrugged my shoulders instead of answering.

“I asked you a question.” Dan snapped, getting up from his chair.  

“Not all of them want to be just friends, I guess” I admitted, blushing a bit.

“Pardon?!” The dark haired boy almost shouted, looking at me the same way my mother probably would.

“I don’t know, there is this guy called Brandon and he’s been trying to get into my pants for about half a year.” I told him nonchalantly.

We were close friends and we talked about a lot, but we never talked about my relationship to other guys or anything like that. It felt weird and I immediately regretted telling him that when I saw his facial expression.

“Into your what?!?” Dan’s eyes grew wide and the vein on his neck was pulsating. If he had taken a of sip water he would have spit it out.

“Pants. It’s a saying. It means he wa-” I explained, trying to stay calm while he was close to losing his mind.

“I know well enough what that means. Have you told him to back the fuck up?” Dan’s question sounded more like a demand. I had spent enough time with him to know that him starting to curse is definitely a sign that he is mad.

 "What if I don’t want him to?“ I challenged him, not being entirely serious. He deserved that for acting like a dick.  

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Curse word again. Damn he was really mad.

“Dan, can you please calm down?” I asked, tired of his stupid behaviour. I was going to be late because of him.

“Calm down? No! Why do you want to be with that stupid prick?”

“Dan, that’s none of your businesses!“ I defended myself, extremely irritated by his act.

"Oh hell yeah it is!”

“No it’s not!”

“You are not going to that party and you are going to tell that Brandon ass that he can get lost.” Dan smashed against the kitchen table with his fist, thinking that he had spoken the last word.  

“What?? Why?! That’s so unfair.” I complained. He was not my father and he couldn’t tell me shit.

“No it’s not.”

“You get to go the a hundred parties a week and take home as many girls as you want, but I need to stay at home and play good girl when I want to go out once in like half a year? Double standard much?” I snapped, having seen enough girls quietly leave this place before noon.

“That’s different.” Dan just stated and cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed that I had to witness some of his hook ups leave.

“How is that different?” I wanted to know, my eyes burning into his skin.

“You are still in High School.” That was his excuse, seriously? My hands were trembling with anger.  

“I am eighteen, Dan! You were at my birthday party remember?!”

“Eighteen or not. That Brandon pervert just wants to use you to have sex because he is a horny ass teenager.” He tried to end this conversation and have me go back to my room.

He’d like it that way. Who does he think he is? My babysitter?

“Maybe, Brandon has just realised that I am a desirable young women and not some little baby contrary to you!” I screamed at his face, fed up with having him look down on me like he is the wise and mature guy and I’m the little baby that wasn’t allowed to do anything.

“I- Look at how naive you are acting right now!” My words had clearly thrown him off track. Good.

“Oh so it’s totally unbelievable that I can be desired?” I took it up a notch, now that he got me completely furious.

“That-that’s not what I said!” Dan defended himself and swallowed hard.  

“But that’s what you are thinking. You treat me like a baby 24/7!” I shouted, feeling relieved right after the truth had left my mouth.

“Y/N that’s not true! And you can’t deny that this Brandon guy just wants to ‘get into your pants’ because he is a horny teenager.” Dan lectured me, raising his voice.

I just angrily glared up at his stupid face, too furious to even say something.

“Look, if I were that young again I’d probably think you are hot too.” Dan bluntly explained to me, ignoring my death glare.

“So you don’t think that I am hot now?” I spat, his words piercing my heart like a sharp sword.

“Uhm what?!” He definitely didn’t see that coming.

“You said that if you were a horny teenager again you’d think I’m hot. So you don’t think I’m hot now.” I explained what his words sounded like to me and couldn’t get over the fact that they had deeply hurt me.

“Y/N, I a - I don’t see why this is relevant right now.” Dan stuttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s not. I’m going to the party and you can’t stop me.” I snapped, absolutely done with him.

I knew he didn’t like me back, but I could still hope, right? Well, not after what he had just said.

“You are going to the party and what? Fuck this Brandon guy in the bathroom?” He asked, laughing scornfully.

I put on a coat over my dress and slipped into my heels before I turned to face Dan again.

“Why not? Why would you care?” I riposted, wiping that snarky grin off his face.

“Why not?? You seriously want to lose your virginity like that?” Dan snorted angrily taking a few steps towards me as I opened the door to leave.

“So you are now just presuming I am a virgin?” I raised my eyebrows at him and watched his face fall.

“Woah, woah woah. Stop right there. Explain that!” He put his arm out in front of my chest, stopping me from leaving his flat.

“It’s none of your business if I am virgin or not. I am not hot enough to have sex in your eyes anyways.” I said, trying to sound calm although I was still offended by what he had said earlier.

“Why is it so important to you if I think you are hot?” Dan bellowed, not taking away his stretched out arm that stopped me from leaving.

“Why do you care so much about me and that Brandon guy?” I countered loudly.

Silence.

His brown eyes evilly glared at me and I wasn’t afraid to stare back. Both of our eyebrows were furrowed together. Me and Dan normally didn’t fight, but damn I hated him right now.

I could hear Dan angrily breath through his nose, not breaking eye contact.

“I don’t care. If you want to fuck around, suit yourself.” He said through gritted teeth.

He was obviously challenging me and I was not going to lose.

“Fine. Then I’ll go and find Brandon.” I stated, waiting for him to show any reaction.

“I said, I don’t care.” Dan snarled, his eyes were dark with anger.

“Maybe you can give me a few tips on how to quietly leave after a one night stand. You seem to be an expert.” I chirped, pushing his buttons on purpose.

He looked like he was going to explode.

“Don’t fucking take this too far, Y/N. You are acting like a child.” Dan growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

The fact that he told me that he doesn’t care still upset me. I wanted him to care, but not because he thought I was a baby.

I wanted to set him off like ticking bomb.

“Can you give me one of your condoms? I don’t know if Br-“

That was it. The final straw.

The look he was giving me made my inside tingle and I had to take a few steps back because the heat that was radiating from his body was suffocating me. My back hit the cold white wall behind me, making me jump. I swallowed hard, watching Dan step closer to me. His hands smashed down on the wall on each side of my hot face.

His breath fanned my neck, causing me to nearly lose my senses.

“If that Brandon asshole ever touches you then I’m going to gladly break his fucking neck. Do you understand that?”

I looked to my left to avoid eye contact.

“Why do you get so angry at Brandon? Why do you even care?” I challenged him having risen my voice once again. I was not giving up that easily. He was acting tough but I wasn’t intimidated by his behaviour.

“Just change out of that stupid dress. I can almost see your boobs.” Dan told me, taking a step back and avoiding my question.

“Oh and you don’t want to see them?”

Where my boobs not good enough for him now? Prick.

“Y/N-I.. please. We are not talking about that now.” Dan sternly shut me down, noticeably annoyed by me.

“Why not? I’m tired of you treating me like an ugly little child.” I told him, standing up straight to shown him my determination.

“Y/N please can we-“ Dan tried to calm me down, gently touching my shoulder.

“No, we can’t! Why am I not good enough for you!” I shouted hurt.

“Look. I don’t know why you have that idea-“

“You always make sure to let me know that I’m totally unattractive. And that makes me feel like shit!”I admitted loudly, completely lashing out on him.

“It was not my intention to make you feel like shit.” Dan defended himself, throwing his arms up.  

“Then what was your fucking intention?!” I snapped, losing my patience.

“I just have to stop myself, okay?!” Dan shouted.

“Stop yourself from what!?”

“Stop myself from fucking pushing you against the next wall and kissing the living shit out of you!”

Cheer me up (Sirius x Reader)

Can you do a high school AU where Young Sirius is the football captain and and the reader is a cheerleader and at a game, Sirius get’s hurt and the reader just stops cheering and runs up to him and you can make up the rest? Thank you!!❤

A/N: Idk if this is what you imagined but i hope you like it. I did my best but there are probably mistakes due to the fact i wrote it late at night. Still, please let me know what you think ♥

Warnings: none

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

This evening was the first football match for the season and our school was a host so everything had to be perfect. To be one of the best students in school and at the same time a cheerleader is not an easy job especially in those kinds of situations. My graphic was full and I barely found time for things such as talking or even thinking.

“Miss (Y/L/N), I hope you are ready with the preparations for today.”, the headmaster asked me for maybe the 10th time.

“Oh, yes. We did everything we could to make the coming team feel comfortable.”, I answered nicely putting a fake smile on my face. Making an excuse I managed to get away from him and went straight to the football pitch.

We used to have training like two hours ago, but I had to fucking search for special towels for our guests. So here I was, hours later, dressed in my tiny skirt, exhausted as hell, going to have a three hour long exercise for tonight…

“Hey, (Y/L/N)! How are you today?”, a familiar voice appeared just behind my back.

“Not in the mood for you flirtations.”, annoyed I didn’t bother to spin around and see the well-known boy in the whole school – Sirius Black, the captain of the football match, the most hot and sexy guy, probably the heartbreaker of the school. Usually I flirted back as a joke but now, hungry, tired, sleepy and angry I wasn’t able to deal with this.

“Don’t worry, babe. I am not gonna flirt for now. Just wanted to make sure you’ll be screaming my name tonight.”, and the famous smirk was now on his beautiful and yet irritating face.

“You wish! Can you leave me alone, cause I wanna finish with everything as soon as possible and go home and fucking rest for god sake!”, kind of screaming I turned away and went straight to the girls waiting for me to began.

Hours passed and due to my eyes shutting almost every minute we had to repeat some of the movements but everything was just perfect. While the boys were practicing and so were we, I couldn’t stop the feeling of someone’s eyes landing on my back. But me, being me, I didn’t give a fuck and continued my job.

I hate when people tend to think that of you are a cheerleader, you are definitely a stupid hollow bitch. My dear human beings, stop believing at what you see on your favorite TV shows. Not all of us are that bad! As one of the main cheerleaders, we are too occupied to find time for you. Honestly, you are not that special and you would never be. And we are definitely not sluts!

“(Y/n), wait!”, someone screamed and got me out of my trans of anger. When I looked beside me I saw the pretty footballer coming my way.

“What do you want?”, I retorted back.

“You don’t have to be so sharp, sweetheart. I just wanted to ask your pretty little angry face on a date.”, he stated while walking next to me.

“Okay”, was the only word I gave to him.

“So, that’s a yes?”

“No.”

“But you said ‘okay’.”

“Look at me Black! I don’t have time for you! My schedule is full and even now you are losing my time! Don’t offend but you better find another girl to mess up with.”

“I am not messing with you!”

I didn’t say anything neither he did. He just stopped and went another direction while I continued my way towards home.

It was 7pm. The match was about to start after 30 minutes. I remember how at the beginning I was so anxious to go out and dance in front of so many people, but now it’s like a routine. As I was checking if everything and everyone was ready, Roxanne came towards me for chitchat as per usual.

“I heard you ditched Black.”

“Yes, I did. Why?”

“I’m just interested why you did so. I heard you really hurt him and that’s not good for tonight match.”, the girl stated.

“Better him that me.”, Roxanne gave me a confused look so I explained, “Come on, Rox, a guy like him wouldn’t date a girl like me if it’s not a prank or something.” The stern look on her face suddenly turned into a smile.

“Whatever you say, leader.”, patting my shoulder she came closer and whispered, “But you better clarify with yourself.”

The truth was that I liked that boy. He wasn’t a bad guy as far as I knew him. But better play not interested instead of showing your affection and getting hurt.

The time came so I put the smile on my face, encouraged my girls and ran towards the pitch to show all the people what we are capable of. When we appeared the audience got wild, they cheered us and welcomed the team of our school. I and the girls sat on our seats and waited for the breaks to do our job. When I saw Sirius, my heart skipped a beat. He was smiling yes, but the way he was moving, that fact that selfish façade wasn’t turn on showed me that each word Roxanne told me was true.

The match wasn’t going well. We were losing and mainly it was Sirius who messed up something. And the fact that the crowd was cheering as much as dead person would, I decided to do something.

“Come on, girls! Let’s bring back the spirit of the game.”

“(Y/N), we are…”

“I don’t care! You are a cheerleader! Your job is to lift up the spirit and courage of the team and the audience! So move your asses and dance!”

Hopefully, the girls knew my temper so my word actually encouraged them rather that offend them.

When I need motivation
My one solution is my queen
‘Cause she stay strong (yeah yeah)
She is always in my corner
Right there when I want her

We sang a part of a famous cheerleader song. As we were dancing I suggested making a pyramid. Everything was going fine, the public was up and clapping for us. But suddenly everything went dead. I turned around and saw somebody lying on the ground, somebody wearing the number 9. I jumped and ran towards the body. Pushing all the boys all around it I fell down on my knees.

“Oh my god! Sirius, are you okay?!”

“Yes, I think so…”

“Good. Now stand up and kick some asses for me, okay?”

“Why?”

“Because if you do it, I will find a way to cheer you up after what happened.”

“And how is that going to happen? Because I don’t believe y-”

I did something I would never normally do – kiss him in front of everyone. It was a short one of course but the feeling was amazing. I’d wanted this for such a long time.

“If you win, you might, maybe, probably, 50% have the chance of getting more.”

“You know how to cheer me up, babe.”, he smiled and I helped him got up. He wasn’t hurt that bad so the match continued. I think there’s no need to tell you who won and what price the winner received.

He Forgot Your Birthday

Harry hadn’t meant to forget her birthday. He was always really good at remembering important dates, her birthday, graduation, doctor appointments, everything and anything. But for some reason he slipped and assumed it was next week, his days were all thrown off. He hadn’t noticed until nine pm, the whole day she didn’t mention it.

She didn’t mention it in the morning when he said he was going to be out, she didn’t mention it when she asked him if he would come home for dinner, she didn’t mention it when he called to say he was going to show up later than expected. She just didn’t say anything, and Harry felt like an ass.

It wasn’t like Harry even went to work, no, he went out with Mitch and Kendall Jenner. The three had spent the day shopping, grabbing lunch, and shopping some more. They laughed, hung out, and Harry had invited them back to the house. He texted Y/N to let them know that they would have company, and she still didn’t mention it. She just stated that she was going to bed and asked for them to clean up.

“Is Y/N going to join us for a drink?” Mitch asked, sitting in the living room.

“No, she’s in bed,” Harry said, handing them a beer.

He sits on the couch, crossing his legs and slumping into the cushions, “oh I love her,” Kendall smiled, “but she should come down and join us!”

The three keep talking, until Mitch says something making Harry toss his head back and laugh. They hadn’t realized how loud they were being until Y/N walked downstairs, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was a mess, a silk robe hiding her body from all of them. She yawned, peaking at the clock, it was one am.

“Let’s go to a club!” Kendall says, smiling, “oh Y/N! You’re up! You can join us!”

“Hi baby,” Harry smiled, standing and walking towards her, kissing her softly.

“Hi,” Y/N smiled, “how was your day out?”

“It was so fun, you should’ve joined us,” Harry says, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she says, leaning into him and yawning.

“Did you go out with your family or something?” Mitch asked.

“No I just watched some telly,” Y/N says, walking over to pick up the empty beer cans, none of them seemed drunk and she was thankful.

Kendall gasped, “you stayed in and watched TV on your birthday instead of coming out with us, I’m offended,” she says.

Harry freezes, the smile on his face dropping, all the excitement he felt vanished. It was now one am, meaning yesterday, the whole day he spent with his friends and not Y/N was her birthday. He hadn’t said happy birthday to her, he hadn’t spent a single hour with her, he didn’t make her breakfast or watch a movie with her, he had forgotten.

“I’m not a big fan of celebrating birthdays,” Y/N says, walking to the kitchen, “but you guys go on ahead to the club. I’m going to head back to bed.”

Kendall frowned, “okay, but can I take you out for lunch on Friday?” she asked.

“Of course,” Y/N smiled, walking back into the common room and hugging her, “I’ll call you.”

“Happy birthday,” Mitch says, hugging her.

Y/N giggled, hugging him back. She loved Mitch, but he always sounded to bored and tired. Kendall tucked her hair behind her ear, “are you coming Harry?”

“You can go if you want,” Y/N says sweetly, fixing her robe.

Harry shakes his head, and it’s evident to everyone in the room that he’s upset. Kendall nods, not pushing it and says her goodbye’s, Mitch following behind her. Harry runs a hand through his hair, looking at Y/N who sits on the couch.

“I am so sorry,” Harry whispered, “I’m so stupid, I didn’t-I don’t even know how I let it happen.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N giggled as he sat next to her, “I just did laundry and ate some food, nothing wild. You know I hate celebrating my birthday.”

“Still,” Harry frowned, “I went out all day. I’m a shit boyfriend-“

“You’re not, we all make mistakes Harry, and it’s not like we had plans,” Y/N says, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“But it’s your birthday,” Harry whispered, kissing the top of her head, “I didn’t make you breakfast or anything.”

“It’s alright, I promise,” Y/N squeezes his hand, “how about tomorrow it’s just us. You can cook me brunch, we can lay in the pool, watch movies, and just relax.”

“Yeah, of course, I’m so sorry-“

“Harry it’s okay,” she sits up, smiling at him, “really. We spent the last two weeks together and you have a life outside of us, we didn’t make plans, I don’t like celebrating, I’m not upset, I promise you.”

“Okay,” Harry sighed.

Y/N stands, holding his hand, “now will you please come upstairs and let me be the small spoon for once,” Y/N asked, tugging him up.

“Fine, only ‘cause I forgot your birthday,” Harry said.

So Old

You’re nervous about meeting his, friends? You’re not sure what to call them since they’re more family than friends but they also all work together. That makes them co-workers so they must be co-friends-family.
Whatever. They’re the most important people in his life and you need to make a good impression. You’re head over heels for Tony Stark. He’s charming, sarcastic, a little bit of a walking disaster but you’re completely smitten. You’ve been playing with the edge of your black skirt since you got into the car.
“Baby.” Tony says gently, “They’re going to love you.”
“I think I’m going to vomit.” You groan dropping your head into your hands. Tony laughs and pulls at one of your hands, weaving his fingers through yours he brings one to his lips and presses a kiss there.
“Come on sweetheart.” You hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped. He climbs out then and you do the same, meeting him halfway around the car you anxiously grip his arm, sliding your fingers between his. You follow him into the large facility and onto an elevator. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your back flush against his front. “Relax baby.” He mutters before pressing a kiss to the swoop of your neck and shoulder. You drop your head back against his chest and close your eyes, taking a deep breath you force yourself to chill out. They’re just people. The doors slide open and you stay where you are, taking one final calling breath.
“Okay, lets do this.” You lead him out of the elevator, shoulders square and head held high.
“That’s my girl.” He smiles over at you before calling to the three men in the room. “Steve! Bucky! Thor! I’ve got someone I want you to meet.” The three men stand and they’re huge. “This is my girlfriend.”
“Finally. He hasn’t shut the hell up about you for weeks. I’m Bucky.” The metal armed brunette reaches out with a smile.
“Hi.”
“He’s literally a hundred years old.” Tony whispers loudly and Bucky rolls his eyes.
“Yea but you won’t look this good at a hundred.” Bucky teases back.
“I’m Steve.” The blue eyed, short haired man tells you with a wave.
“He’s 99.”
“I am Thor.” The last man tells you.
“And how old is Thor?” You ask Tony with a grin.
“Over 1000.”
“Are the rest of the Avengers all so old?” You blurt out, wide eyed. Tony bursts out laughing as you slap a hand over your mouth. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it like it came out!” None of the three look offended, quite the opposite actually, Steve has a wide grin on his face. Bucky is watching Tony howl with laughter with a raised brow and Thor is chuckling.
“Oh god babe.” Tony pants, “I fucking love you.” You stare at him in surprise, he’s never told you he loves you before, “Oh that was amazing. But no, most of the team is much younger.” His eyes meet yours and his forehead crinkles in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“You love me?”
“Hell yes I do.” He says pulling you to him and planting a kiss on your mouth.
“Awwwww.” The three men chorus and you pull away from him with a small smirk.
“I know it’s been a while since you guys have gotten any action but this is called kissing.” You tease and they pretend to be wounded for a second before Steve pulls the other two away.
“She’s a perfect match for you Stark. Don’t fuck it up.” He says before following Bucky and Thor out of the room.
“You gonna fuck it up Stark?”
“Not a chance babe.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request a long distance relationship au for guanlin? Thank you so much! I love your blog btw <3

Originally posted by euiwoong

thanks for requesting!! and thank you!! 

also this gif is so cute wTF IM OFFENDED 


- lots of skype or facetime calls

- you two mainly facetime at night or anytime during the day if you two were free

- his face lights up at the sight of you like?? he misses you a lot and even if he can’t be with you at the moment, he’s thankful that you guys are able to facetime

- he wouldn’t stop smiling the moment he saw you on screen?? like imagine his gummy smile jfnkdsnfds he’s just so happy to see you after a long day

- loves listening to you talk about your day because he finds it comforting.

- make sures to eat when he’s talking to you even if you’re not there to take care of him, he wants you to know he’s eating well and taking care of himself

- when you ask him about his day, he likes to go in a lot of detail about it

- even though it would seem tiring to him to talk about his day in full detail, he wants you to experience it too, even if its by his words and talking on screen

- likes reenact stuff about his day that he finds funny because he likes to hear your laugh, especially if it’s because of him

- and you just!! love him so much!! like look at him, he’s living his dream and suddenly the ache in your heart is forgotten as you watch him talk rapidly about his day

- sometimes, there would be pauses in conversation where the two of you are so quiet and guanlin just

- ‘’i love you and i just really miss you’’

- and the cheery mood fades into something bittersweet because?? what can you do honestly

- and you miss him too, of course, but you can’t hold him back from his dream

- you would tell him that you love him too and for a moment, it’s just a warm silence and you two admiring each other

- until daehwi barges in that it’s his turn to shower LMFAO

- and guanlin is like ‘’r u kidding me’’ and he would pout at the thought of hanging up

- and you’re like ‘’you are so cute stopfmdjnfds’’ but would tell him to shower and to call you before bed if he wasn’t tired

- and if he did, you two would usually talk until one of you fell asleep or hung up

- dating guanlin in a ldr would include him sending you a bunch of pics during the day

- ‘’look at daehwi faceplanting the floor after trying to dance to whatta man’’

- ‘’seonho somehow found his way to the dorm and just went to see minhyun im offended’’

- ‘’our manager took us out to eat korean bbq today!! i wish you were here to eat it with me…’’

- even if you two are miles apart, he still finds a way to include you in his life

- and in return you do the same, because how could you not??

- but if you guys can bear through it, you two will meet soon hopefully!! <33