i bet this is how it went down

  • Fenris: I love u hawke
  • Mage/Rogue Hawke: omg I love u too i'd kill for u
  • Fenris, two days later: Hawke will challenge you, The Arishok, a massive fuckin two handed warrior rogue FUCK, to a duel. Just Hawke. Little Mage/Rogue Hawke. And you. To the death

Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

Parts:  one | two | three 

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The Butler is indeed trying to tell us something, and it’s not about the wine collection.

The Butler sends us down ahead of him to check the cellar. He gives us a short headstart. We discover the smashed (empty) bottle but nothing else seems amiss. The Butler then is seen sprinting into the room, and it’s clear he was already running before he rounded the corner. He can’t possibly have seen the bottle before he started his mad dash. 

He quickly sweeps up the glass shards while very dramatically wailing about how upset Mark would be by the mess, “…if only he were still alive!!” 

I think the Butler is giving us a hint twofold: 

Mark is still alive, and he’s somewhere in that cellar.

I’m betting there’s a hidden door/passage of some sort in the wine cellar, behind which Mark is being held prisoner. The broken bottle is the Butler’s decoy prop should anyone question why we both went down to the cellar–we heard a crash. He’s howling so loudly as we leave to make sure we get his point, as well as to keep up the appearance of grieving servant, so the killer(s) don’t find out he knows Mark isn’t dead and make him the next target.

God I love murder mysteries.


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Based on a post that @catsforartists made!


When Amanda woke up, she decided to crawl out of bed to get a bowl of cereal. And eat it on the couch, of course.

“Ain’t nothing beat couch cereal.” She declared to the empty room and dug into her delicious and dangerously sugary cereal.

Almost immediately after taking a bite out of her cereal, she heard footsteps coming from her dad’s room, but, when she glanced up, she saw Damien walking by her.

“Good morning, Amanda dear.” Damien greeted.

“Mornin.” Amanda responded. She KNEW it. Her dad and Damien had been getting pretty close, so it wasn’t a completely wild assumption that they would start dating. And, of course, the footsteps she heard must be…

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Grammys: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Sorry this one’s kinda short, I just did a little drabble (but it’s longer than a series chapter) let me know if you want a part two maybe and I’ll whip something up ok love you guys!!! And btw some of these requests I’ve been getting lately are super amazing I love em I love you xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hi! Can I request a josh dun x reader where they’re at the Grammys and Josh goes with her and he is very happy to show her girlfriend to the world? Please 😁

*female reader

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you examined your dress, your makeup, your hair, everything about you. You had to look perfect. There would be millions of people watching you, eyes fixed on you, giving you the title of the girlfriend belonging to the one and only Joshua William Dun of Twenty One Pilots. And completely honest, you were not ready at all. Josh was handsome and hot and talented and famous and you were, well, you. Your smile faded away as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take a deep breath and search for that lost self-confidence, closing your eyes and beginning to tell yourself you looked just fine when you felt two arms wrap around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before resting on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n,” Josh murmured quietly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “Damn I don’t think I’m going to let you leave the house looking like that.”

“Whatever,” you giggled, turning around and looking up at him, both of you sharing a rather passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you stared into your eyes. “Really? I look okay?”

“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You sure?” you insisted.

“I swear,” he chuckled. “Gosh, I have to give it to Jenna, you do look really amazing in yellow.” It had been Tyler’s idea for the two of you to wear bright yellow dresses to match Josh’s new hair. While you seemed a little skeptical at first, Jenna insisted, saying it complimented your eyes, and even dragged you out to a shop for the day to go searching for the perfect one for you.

“The dress looks like Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast,” you nodded, twirling around in it once, the fabric flowing around your legs and Josh’s smile grew even wider.

“Exactly,” he grinned. “You’re a princess.”

“More like the beast,” you teased.

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, pulling you into a huge hug. “I’m not lying when I say you look like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re too kind,” you smirked. “Now come on. Let’s hurry over there and kick butt! I bet you’re going to win more than one!”

“We’re lucky if we win one,” he laughed. “But I agree, we should head over.”

When you were both driving to the venue, you could feel something was off. Josh kept biting his lower lip, knuckles turning white because he was clenching the steering wheel too hard, or constantly darting his eyes around nervously. “You okay, babe?” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh?” he whipped his head around to look at you when he reached a stop light. “I’m okay.”

“You look nervous as hell,” you softened your eyes.

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m scared to death.”

“Don’t worry,” you soothed. “You look amazing, your music sounds amazing, and you guys are amazing. I know you’ll win.”

“Yeah, but everyone will be staring at me,” he mumbled. “A million eyes all watching me if I go up on that stage. Even if I don’t. I have this bright yellow hair and these gages and-”

“And they’re all tiny reasons that add up to why I love you,” you reminded.

“I feel like I’m going to look like a fool,” Josh whispered. “I mean, I already do in this tuxedo and bowtie.”

“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You look like Prince Charming. Perfect for a princess like me, right?”

“Right,” he smiled. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just punch your anxiety in the face,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“Look sweetie, you’re going to do absolutely amazing,” you reassured. “And besides, I’ll be right there beside you. Got it?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, turning into a parking spot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Gosh, I can’t even believe we got this far.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you beamed.

“We’re just two guys from Columbus, Ohio. We were literally just playing in front of handfuls of people in a basement and now we’re selling out Madison Square Garden, being televised nationally, and now we have a chance at winning a Grammy. That’s absolutely insane,” he sighed, parking the car and staring at you. “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you kissed him on the lips. “Ready to add another accomplishment to that long list?”

“You bet,” he agreed.

When you arrived, there was already plenty of people there. Luckily, you hadn’t spotted anyone else wearing such a bold shade of yellow, and it made you excited and happy. It wasn’t long before a teenage boy was running up to Josh, huge smile plastered on his face. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could get an autograph, please?” he wondered, grinning up at Josh. “I’ve been listening to your music for years. I’m a huge fan.”

“Absolutely,” Josh nodded, receiving the marker and piece of paper he handed him.

“So who’s this lucky lady?” the boy asked.

“Oh, y/n?” Josh laughed, tugging you right at his side and wrapping an arm around your waist. “This is my lovely girlfriend.”

“Sweet,” the boy grinned. “She’s very pretty.”

“Isn’t she?” Josh beamed. “You know, before we came here she was being all flustered acting like she didn’t look good in this dress. Can you believe that?”

“Josh,” you turned red, stifling a chuckle.

“You guys are the perfect couple,” the boy laughed. “Thanks so much for the autograph, Josh.”

“No problem,” he reassured. He ran away happily and you slapped Josh on the arm.

“Why’d you say that?” you joked.

“What? Say that you’re beautiful?” he raised an eyebrow. “Because you are.”

“Flirt,” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go look for Jenna and Tyler.”

“Wait! Joshua Dun!” an interviewer raced up to the two of you, microphone in hand, a camera crew following close behind. “My name is Stacey. I’m a reporter here tonight, I was wondering if you would be open to sharing about the lovely lady you brought with you tonight possibly? She isn’t a familiar face, but she definitely will be remembered after tonight. That’s a lovely dress dear.”

“Thanks,” you blushed.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Josh presented you and thrust out his hands, waving them up and down as if he was selling a product or showing a prize on a gameshow. “She’s the only award I need tonight.”

“How sweet,” Stacey gushed. She shook Josh and your hand and then grinned back at the camera. “Look at these two love birds.”

“Love birds indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “But I think it’s time for us to fly away now.”

“Oh yes, you two run along. I think Tyler and Jenna are over by the red carpet,” she informed. “Good luck tonight!”

“Thanks so much,” Josh responded, linking his arm with yours and plastering on a smile. “Come on my little chickadee, we’ve got a lot more stuff to do before we win that Grammy.”

“Chickadee?” you giggled. “You’re awfully cheerful now.”

“I’ve got good vibes,” he shrugged. “Oh look! There’s Tyler and Jenna!”

“Where?” your eyes instantly darted around in search of the matching bright yellow, and when you saw her, your face lit up. “Goddammit she looks like a Queen.”

“You look better,” he whispered in your ear with a sly smile as you approached them both. You were about to protest but Josh was already unlinking his arm from yours, engulfing Tyler in a huge hug, and Jenna approached you with a huge grin.

“Oh my goodness gracious, y/n!” Jenna exclaimed. “You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale, sweetheart.”

“Me?” you laughed. “Look at you!”

“She looks smoking,” you could hear Tyler whisper to Josh. “I could barely breathe when she walked out of the bedroom.”

“I know, same here,” Josh agreed in a low murmur. “She didn’t even notice me staring at her from the doorway. Dude, I was floored.”

“I don’t know but I think we should start doing more of these Grammy things if they’re going to look as hot as this,” Tyler teased.

“Hey!” Jenna snapped, giving him a playful tug on the ear. “You boys should work on your whispering skills. We can hear everything.”

“Then that just means you’ll know how much we think you look so freaking sexy tonight,” Tyler smirked, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer. “Right, babe?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, planting her lips on his for a kiss. A couple flashes went off and Josh chuckled.

“Come on guys,” he laughed. “Let’s keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“Shut up,” Tyler narrowed his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss, squeezing Jenna’s hand before letting go. “I bet you guys are going to be all over each other by the time we sit down.”

“It’s the Grammys,” Josh argued. “We have to be well behaved.”

“Well behaved,” Tyler scoffed. “Like that’s something we know how to do.”

“You’re being so silly,” Jenna sighed.

“Just wait until we take our pants off,” Tyler winked. “Then it will get real.”

“What?” you and Jenna both exclaimed at the same time.

“Nothing,” Tyler reassured. “Just a joke.”

“It better be,” Jenna warned.

“Sure…” Josh smirked, leaving both of you curious of what the hell that meant.

pete-tato  asked:

Oh god, how do you do the triple distilled coffee thingy, I feel I need this in my life


SIT DOWN CHILDREN AND LEARN HOW TO BREW FUCKING ROCKET FUEL. This is going to be long as hell so I’ll put the goods after the cut. 

Note that this evolved from doing my best to figure out how to approximate Funranium Lab’s Black Blood of the Earth brew. I’d read the glowing reviews online, but being naturally cheap, couldn’t quite bring myself to drop the $$$. 

And then my eyes wandered to my shelf of virgin labware equipment and I went “Hey…I bet I can just make my own.”

Based on Herr Direktor’s notes on the Funranium labs website, I tinkered and fooled about and eventually came up with my own brew that, if not Black Blood of the Earth, will punch you in the face and leave you smelling colors. 

Let’s do this. 

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Wanna Bet? II (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!Reader


Warnings: SMUT…

Word Count: 2,240

Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…

A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!

As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.

You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.

You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.

“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”

“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.

As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…


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Sweet Tears Pt.3

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid/Dystopain Au! } (a)(f)(eventual smut) 

Warnings: Mature themes, Language, Abuse, Violence

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.

Wordcount: 10k+

**Ah~ It’s finally here! Honestly, the next part will probably be up faster than this one was, so that’s good. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and you know i love feedback and hearing from you guys, so tell me how it was.



Previously: “It does involve me because he’s my hybrid. He may not have a collar yet, but he’s definitely not filth or unwanted. And he doesn’t want, or need, your help. Don’t come near him or I again, or so help me, you won’t be having “fun” anytime soon.” You spat the words out, turning around hand in hand with the hybrid who silently followed behind you.

After taking a few steps, you spun around and spoke one last time, making your presence and voice as dominant and intimidating as you could.

“And that whole talk of bitches and who could get the most, I don’t even wanna hear about it. I mean honestly, you’ve never had anybody come to you except when they’ve been in heat, and even then I bet they still aren’t begging you.” Smirking as you spoke your last comment, you turned around for the last time, making your way back to your apartment, leaving Jaebum and Jackson frozen in the middle of the hall, confused on what just happened.

You went down the hall to your apartment, mumbling in anger to yourself on the way.

“How could they do that to anyone?” Your voice would come out hushed and fast, the thoughts of your mind slipping through your lips with every passing second.

The way that they acted was horrible, and you knew that what you saw was just the surface. If they could say all of that in the hallway, a place where people could publicly see and hear them, you could only imagine what they were like behind closed doors. The tone of their voices and the position they put the hybrid in replayed over and over in your head. Each time the memory passed through your mind, you would feel sick. A wave of anger and disgust washing over you, building and building, with no end in sight.

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Hallelujah, You’re Home

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          It’s been two years. Two years since they’ve felt rain on their faces. Two years since they’ve seen their families, since they’ve spoken to their families. Two years since they really started to learn what war was. Two years since they stopped being teenagers and became soldiers. Two years since they left Earth. Three, for Shiro.

           But now they’re going back. They’re going home.

           Well, for a little while, at least. The war isn’t over. The Galra Empire has been taking over the universe for over 10,000 years, it can’t be taken down in simply two. But in two years, the Voltron Alliance has grown substantially, and they’ve taken down enough Galra higher ups that Voltron is almost universally known and called upon, and with fame, comes questions. It’s not a secret anymore that the five Paladins of Voltron are from Earth. Everybody knows, so there’s no point in avoiding Earth anymore. At least, that’s what the Paladins keep telling Allura. Earth is vulnerable now; it’s a target, and with it’s technology as unadvanced as it was when they left, they’re at a serious disadvantage if the Galra ever attacked. They probably still have no idea that aliens even exist. Earth needs Voltron. Earth needs the Voltron Alliance, and the Voltron Alliance needs Earth.

           Also, Lance just really needs his mom.

           So, here they are, entering the Milky Way Galaxy, all waiting anxiously at their stations on the control deck.

           “Ha! Boom, bitches! Wi-fi is up!” Pidge punches her fists in the air in triumph and ignores the half-hearted look her father shoots her when she says “bitches”.

           The others have long since gotten used to Pidge and her amazing technical ability, but they still all look at her in shock, except for Matt. He had obviously helped her.

           “Pidge, how the hell did you get wi-fi in space?” Keith asks incredulously.

           Lance nods in agreement. “Seriously. Tell me how I can’t get a signal in the desert outside of Galaxy Garrison, but you can get one past Saturn.”

           At this, Pidge snorts and raises an eyebrow at them. “You didn’t have me. Or amazingly amplifying Altean technology.”

           “Something tells me it was mostly the Altean tech.”

           “Shh and bow before my genius.”

           Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all immediately grab their phones and start scrolling on them, ignoring Coran’s announcement that they’ll be to Earth in two dobashes.

           “Oh my god. They told everybody we’re all dead. We have a memorial!” Pidge exclaims.

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  • ❛ And all I tend to do is think of you. ❜
  • ❛ It’s I who waits, it’s you who’s late again. ❜
  • ❛ And it’s a shame that it ends this way. ❜
  • ❛ I hold on to a hope in my fate. ❜
  • ❛ Did you flinch? Did you care? ❜
  • ❛ Did he look? Did he stop and stare? ❜
  • ❛ I wrote you a song. ❜
  • ❛ And I’ll never leave you again. ❜
  • ❛ Lovers come, lovers go. ❜
  • ❛ Love should make you feel good. ❜
  • ❛ Make your fathers proud. ❜
  • ❛ I was blind, now I see. ❜
  • ❛ Here it comes, the big parade. ❜
  • ❛ This is my confession. ❜
  • ❛ She’ll tear a hole in you, the one you can’t repair. ❜
  • ❛ But I still love her, I don’t really care. ❜
  • ❛ It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all. ❜
  • ❛ The opposite of love’s indifference. ❜
  • ❛ And I won’t leave until you come downstairs. ❜
  • ❛ Head up, love. ❜
  • ❛ I feel her filth in my bones. ❜
  • ❛ The walls, they’re closing in. ❜
  • ❛ These boys are out for blood tonight. ❜
  • ❛ That wasn’t what we were good at. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been trying to do it right. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been living a lonely life. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been sleeping here instead. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know where I belong. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know where I went wrong. ❜
  • ❛ I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t think you’re right for him. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t gamble, but if I did I would bet on us. ❜
  • ❛ Yes, there are times we live for somebody else. ❜
  • ❛ No one will believe me. ❜
  • ❛ Everyone thinks I’m a liar. ❜
  • ❛ No one knows the truth. ❜
  • ❛ No one trusts what I say. ❜
  • ❛ Overnight my hair turned gray. ❜
  • ❛ In the end, it boils down to credibility. ❜
  • ❛ Hello, how do you do? ❜
  • ❛ That’s pretty cool, but classy girls don’t kiss in bars, you fool. ❜
  • ❛ The hardest part is through. ❜
  • ❛ It takes a boy to live, but it takes a man to pretend he was there. ❜
  • ❛ It’s a long road to wisdom, but it’s a short one to being ignored. ❜
  • ❛ Be in my eyes. ❜
  • ❛ Be in my heart. ❜
  • ❛ I won’t close my eyes. ❜
  • ❛ It takes a man to live, but it takes a woman to make him compromise. ❜
  • ❛ I like what you wear. ❜
  • ❛ Clean it up, it’s okay. ❜
  • ❛ It’s gone numb around me. ❜
  • ❛ Suits were made for men, not boys. ❜
  • ❛ This faith that we fake is a choice. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t wanna go. ❜
  • ❛ If you’re down on your luck, don’t get down on yourself. ❜
  • ❛ Let’s all learn how to dance. ❜
  • ❛ We will waltz once again. ❜
  • ❛ I was meant for you and you were meant for me. ❜
  • ❛ I love you and everything about you. ❜
  • ❛ When you see a fire, you grab the gasoline. ❜
  • ❛ Pay your respects to society. ❜
  • ❛ Let’s drink to your health. ❜
  • ❛ May your dreams come to reality. ❜
  • ❛ I ain’t nobody’s problem but my own. ❜
  • ❛ Let me be and I will set you free. ❜
  • ❛ There’s no glory for me at the starting line. ❜
  • ❛ I was on my own in a search for the golden life. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve told lies that never came true. ❜
  • ❛ I have stolen and so have you. ❜
  • ❛ It’s just a little white lie. ❜
  • ❛ I know it was you. ❜
  • ❛ Everyone requires a plan. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve never seen nobody quite like you. ❜
  • ❛ You can always find me where the skies are blue. ❜
  • ❛ It’s all or nothing to you. ❜
  • ❛ People say I’m no good. ❜
  • ❛ Fuck ‘em, they’re just sick in the head. ❜
  • ❛ I can’t live life underneath it all. ❜
  • ❛ You’re a long way from home. ❜
  • ❛ This loneliness won’t last for long. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know why I just can’t let it go. ❜
  • ❛ The strangers in this town, they raise you up just to cut you down. ❜
  • ❛ Home at last. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t own a single gun. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t have a sweetheart yet. ❜
  • ❛ Damn your wife, I’d be your mistress just to have you around. ❜
  • ❛ When I die, I’ll be on time. ❜
  • ❛ The only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce. ❜
  • ❛ Heaven help a fool who falls in love. ❜
  • ❛ Pack yourself a toothbrush, dear. ❜
  • ❛ We were not born in sin. ❜
Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3

“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.

I personally think Tim is a really sweet boy! A very smart one at that too! It’d be impossible for me to hate a good kid like him~

I know Tim and Damian don’t get along quite often, but they have been trying to put in the extra effort in trying to do so. Despite how Damian is like, deep down, I know he wants to make amends for the things he’s done in the past. 

They’re currently upstairs right now, they’re probably having so much fun together! I’m sure Tim understands why Damian reacted the way he initially did, so they’ll probably begin to finally understand one another in no time!

So. We’re back to phase one… Every time these two finally take two steps forward, something just has to push them one step back.

From what I’ve heard… If it wasn’t for how horrible their first meeting went… I bet they would have gotten along just fine. They’re both good people in their own strange way.

And they’re both clearly skilled detectives and vigilantes. They’re just completely unaware of how many things they have in common, but for now.. “C’est la vie” as they say. I’m sure they’ll grow out of it someday.

revengeofthefans  asked:

I first want to say you're an amazing writer. How about hurt/comfort with hurt Richie? Thanks.

(Thank you!! I hope you enjoy this!)

~“Richie are you ok?”

Richie blinked and his head shifted slightly, feeling the small pebbles of gravel under his head. He stared up at the sun like he hadn’t overheard the countless times Eddies mom had gave Eddie that speech. ‘Don’t stare at the sun, it’s bad for your eyesight!’ He’d overheard her as she’d wag her finger in front of her sons face. Such a thing would only ever be something he’d over hear because his own parents didn’t seem to care enough to give him parenting speeches.

“Richie? Hello?”

Somebody waved their hand over his line of sight, Richie noticed that there seemed to be scratches on their skin….that were left behind when they pulled their hand away. Shit. His eyesight unfuzzed slightly. They weren’t scratches, they were cracks. He’d broken his glasses. He sat up quickly, so fast that he’d caught sight of his previously kneeling friends falling flat on their asses. But their eyes remained as they had been, studying Richie’s face with concern and in some of them, disgust. “It can’t be that bad, right? Tell me I look better than Stan did when he feel down that hill?” Richie chuckled.

No one answered but Eddie took a glance at him and then back to their five friends. “I’ve got some stuff at home. I can clean him up. My moms getting groceries anyway.” He offered and everyone gave a weary nod of their head and started to stand, saying their goodbyes with concern. It made Richie nervous. Eddie held out his small hands and Richie put his palms in his and pulled himself up.

“How bad is it, Eds? Really?” Richie asked and Eddie looked up at him, deciding to stand on his tiptoes and take off the boys dangerously broken glasses.

“It really isn’t that bad.” Eddie replied and Richie pursed his lips.

“I bet you’re really glad I can’t see right now cause I know you scrunch up your nose when you lie.” Richie narrowed his eyes like it’d help his incredibly blurry vision. “Man, Henry got me good, didn’t he?” Richie went to touch his nose but Eddie smacked his hand down.

“Don’t play with it.” Eddie commanded and kept his hand resting on Richie’s arm to guide him on the sidewalk. The sight of Richie maneuvering without his glasses would’ve been a lot funnier to Eddie if he wasn’t hurt. He’d compare it to a baby deer learning how to walk for the first time. Richie’s legs would become hesitant to move due to the fact that he couldn’t see for shit.

He guided Richie up the little path to his front door and carefully up his stairs. Richie had yet to stop running his mouth about the many lies he could use to make his injury cooler.

Eddie shook his head as he sat Richie down on the toilet in his bathroom. Richie didn’t really have anyone to lie to, all of their friends had been witnesses to him getting laid one in the face by Bowers. Eddie saw no point in the conversation so he focused intently on cleaning the small wound on his nose. Richie watched suspiciously at the blurry shapes. “Hold still.” Eddie commanded again and put one of his hands on the back of Richie’s head like he didn’t trust him not to jerk away, which didn’t ease Richie at all.

“That shit isn’t gonna burn is it-? Ow! Holy shit!” Richie tried to thrash out of Eddies grip like he imagined a child would do when their mother did this for them, which he’d never actually had to do before. Eddie held on tightly and finished his cleaning before letting go.

“Not for long at least.”

Richie could hear the smile in Eddies voice and smacked the blurry sight in front of him, which he assumed was Eddies hand. “Shit, this hurts.” Richie went to touch his nose again but Eddie slapped his hand away again, he pouted. Eddie started feeling his nose. “Why do you get to touch it?”

“Cause I know what I’m doing Einstein.” Eddie rolled his eyes and dragged his hand down from the bridge of his nose before pulling away, relieved. “I don’t think it’s broken, just swollen….your glass though.” Eddie glanced down at the broken frames resting on his counter.

Richie sighed. “Fuck this hurts. Say your goodbyes now, Eds. I think I’m gonna die.” Richie leaned his head back and let out a gritty sigh. “It’s been real. But the pain is too much, pull the plug-”

“Do you want an ice pack?”

“Yes please.” Richie straightened his head and smiled warmly at his smaller companion.

He fluttered his eyelashes and Eddie grabbed his hand to guide him back to his kitchen and leaned him against the counter so he could dig through his freezer. He slowly drew out an ice pack and set it carefully over Richie’s nose. Richie hissed and Eddie picked his hand up to put it on the ice pack so he wouldn’t have to hold it for him. Instead of pulling away after that, he just kept his hand resting on top of Richie’s with concern. “Your mom gonna care about your glasses?” Eddie asked.

Richie rolled his eyes. “Nah, she probably won’t even notice” he hissed again when the ice pack shifted a little.

Eddie looked down shyly. “I have your old pair if you need them.”

Richie looked amused for a minute. He’d lost his first set of specks in Eddies room a few months ago and had managed to convince his parents to get him new ones. “I found them a few weeks ago. Thought you’re klutzy ass might need em’ at some point.” Eddie shrugged and Richie grinned until he felt another sting and hisses again, Eddie cringed.

Richie had managed to convince Eddie to let him rest his head in his lap as they sat on the couch, ice pack balanced his nose. And because Eddie felt bad, he was stroking his hand through Richie’s hair and fussing with him. Richie didn’t mind though, he flourished with the attention. When Eddie had changed his ice pack a second time and sank back into his spot he shook his head. “You’re a baby y'know. It can’t possibly be that bad now.”

Richie shrugged, eyes closed behind his replacement frames. “I don’t usually get this much attention, I’m gonna bask in it for sure whenever I do.”

Eddie frowned. Richie spoke so casually like it didn’t seem to bother him that he got nothing from his parents. Eddie swallowed. “Well, I’ll always be here.”

Richie opened one eye and stared up at Eddie from his lap. “Of course you’ll give me attention, Eds. I’m your hero!”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Not even close, Tozier. And don’t call me that, y'know I hate that.”

Richie closed his eye and snuggled his head into Eddies lap. “Yeah, I’m aware, Eds.”

“You’re such a dipshit Richie-”

“Thanks for this Eddie.” Richie interrupted him, opening both of his eyes and surprising Eddie a bit. He blushed as Richie continued to smile up at him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need my rest.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as Richie made no move to go take his nap anywhere else besides Eddies lap. But right before Richie closed his eyes, he sat up and pecked Eddies lips quickly.

“Goodnight. ” he teased and laid back down, leaving Eddie to think about what had just happens with a rosy blush tinting his cheeks.

BTS Proposing to you

(A/N I got a little carried away for some members, but I hope you like it! Also, sorry it’s up so late! Will try to do it faster next time)


JIn would have been stressed for weeks, planning romantic dates to make sure you were still in love with him. On the day he was going to propose he took you to a nice restaurant for dinner before going to a nearby park to watch the sunset. Suddenly, the other members would come up behind you two, performing 24/7 Heaven. Once done, Jin would get down on one knee, getting a small box from Yoongi and opening it, showing it to you. He would be so incredibly nervous, and it would take him a few seconds before he finally said those four words, “Will you marry me?”

Originally posted by sugaa


It would have started as a little bet. If he won a daesang, you’d marry him. But if he lost, you’d leak a pre-debut picture of him. But when they announced Bangtan Sonyeondan as the winner, both of your burst into tears. Both because you wouldn’t be able to leak a pre-debut photo of him, and because now you’ll get to marry each other.  Once he went backstage, the first thing he did was look for you. When he found you he hugged you tightly, crying into your shoulder. He pulled away a few seconds later, wiping his tears and he finally got the courage to do it. “Please marry me”

Originally posted by sugasuite


He would have been planning it for weeks now. The first thing he did was ask for your father’s permission. Luckily he said yes, and he’d feel honored your father let him marry his child. The day of the actual proposition would be calm, the two of you hanging out at the dance studio so you wouldn’t suspect anything. He’d be trying to come up with a new choreography for their new song when he suddenly stopped, turning to you, “Can you please get me some water? Don’t forget some for yourself!” You left the studio and went to get you both some water bottles. A few minutes later when you return, you open the door and see a few candles in a circle. Your first thought was that you had walked in on him having some sort of satanic ritual. But inside the circle was Hoseok on one knee, holding a small box with a ring inside it,

“You don’t know for how long I’ve been waiting to say this.. Will you marry me?”

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl


Similar to Yoongi, it was just a bet at first. You and Namjoon were playing Overwatch, and he had lost for 3 times in a row. Jokingly you said that if he wins this round, you’d marry him. Namjoon, who had wanted to propose to you for a while but could never find the right moment, saw this as his chance. So the round started, and you were a little less focused on the game since you had won all up ‘til now. But you noticed quickly that Namjoon were winning. Fast forward to the end of the game, it was clear that he had won, much to your surprise. He excused himself and quickly went into his room, googling how to propose to your partner. Once he returned he went down on one knee, looking at you. You were slightly shocked he took the bet seriously, but also extremely happy he did.

“This is not exactly how I imagined I would propose to you, by winning on a silly video game.. but I hope you meant what you said earlier, or else this would be very awkward. My love, will you marry me?”

Originally posted by kimseojkin


Would have been planning it for months. Has even planned what he was going to cook. And when the day finally came, everything that was so well planned seemed to get destroyed piece by piece. First, he had gotten sick. Luckily it was just a cold, but you still had to go buy some medicine for him. Second, the dinner he was cooking got burnt, making it unable to eat. So you just ordered something online to order home, which made him very disappointed but he wouldn’t say. Last but not least, he lost the ring. That was the last step to make him lose it. He started crying, cursing himself for being a bad boyfriend. When you saw him crying, and he mentioned something about a ring, you immediately knew what was going on. You kissed him softly on the cheek, whispering ‘I will marry you’. He looked up at you, confused. “How did you know?” You picked up the ring from your pocket, making Jimin pout. You gave it to him, and he gladly took it. Holding your hand, he slowly slipped the ring onto your finger, finally getting to properly propose to you, “Even tho this night was a mess, I hope you still love me the same, So, will you marry me?”

Originally posted by kpoptasteslikesin


He had taken you to another country where he was having a concert, wanting to explore the city with you outside of Skype. You both had a great time until he had to go to the concert, and you went back to the hotel, already been on the first day of the two-day concert. Fast forward to when he get’s back home. You go to greet him at the door, but when you see him all sweaty and tired, you go to the bathroom and start a bath for him. When he finished undressing and went into the bath, you went into the small kitchen area and made him some tea. A few minutes later he came out and saw that you had made him some tea, and that’s when he just randomly said it. “Marry me.” You looked at him, slightly confused. “Marry me,” he repeated. “You’re always doing these things for me when I need it the most. I’m so grateful to have you here with me,” As he continued, he went closer to you until he was standing right next to you, “And I don’t ever want to lose you. So please, marry me.”

Originally posted by qweentae


Jungkook would be so scared that he would mess up since he’s young. Would ask for a lot of help from his member and would watch a lot of romantic movies. So the actual proposal would be very cliche but unique at the same time, he’d take you out for a romantic dinner, similar to Jin. After that you’d both go back to his dorms, all the boys gone. He tells you to wait while he goes into his room to fix something. A few minutes later he tells you to come in. You do as he said, walking into his room. As you enter you notice his laptop is turned on, some sort of video paused. You sit down next to him as he presses play. Pictures of the both of you during your time dating started to show along with videos from your dates. The song playing in the background was Just One Day, and Jungkook was quietly singing along. Once it was finished, he put his computer away, kneeling down in front of you, holding your hands. 

“We’ve had so many good times during our times a couple, but I want to make more memories like this with you, where I can call you my wife/husband. If it’s not too much to ask.. Marry me?”

Originally posted by nochuie

- Admin Mello

‘And I’m on the bleachers’

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Requested:  can u make one where gray is a football player and ur in band and he’s always noticed u

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,580

Grayson Dolan x Reader

(y/f/n) = your friends name (y/l/n) = your last name

Hope you all enjoy! xx

I grabbed my tenor carrier and placed it on my shoulders, letting out a big sigh when our band director yelled for the drumline to hurry up.

“He’s a dick, you know?” (y/f/n) said placing the snare down on her carrier. 

I huffed, pulling my hair out from beneath the carrier and threw it up in a messy bun, grabbing my sticks off the shelf. 

“I really can’t fucking stand him anyways, making us come out here in like 94 degree weather and we have all this shit on. Like, why can’t we just march around and act like we’re playing?” I grumbled slowly walking down the stairs of our school stadium. 

“Yeah and it’s Tuesday which means we share the stadium with the football players.” (y/f/n) jumped off the last step almost falling over. 

“Hurry up drumline!” Our band director yelled.

“Fuck him. We still have to warm up anyways.” (y/f/n) was the drumline captain. She hardly did anything that our band director did and she truly didn’t care but damn did our drumline sound good. We were the best thing of this band. 

I let out a laugh and watched the football players warm up and some were mocking our group but hell, at least they don’t mock the drumline. My eyes landed on one football player - Grayson Dolan. Man, that kid had some good genes if I had to be honest. 

“Drumline!” I broke my gaze and looked over at our band director who you could tell from on the field that he was pissed at us. “Get to your set now! Silent rehearsal!” 

“Oh, drumline!” I looked over an seen the football players laughing. 

“Fuck them.” (y/f/n) mumbled walking to her set. 

Practice went by slower than ever. Our director was mainly yelling at us today but that was nothing new. I hated him with all my heart and soul. 

“Drumline, you owe me one lap!” He yelled over the intercom, the whole drumline groaning. 

I threw my sticks down and dropped my drum on the ground waiting for (y/f/n) to hurry up. 

“Come on.” I yelled fixing my bun. She yelled back and sat her drum down beside me and we began jogging. The football players were busy dancing around now since their practice was officially over for the day. My eyes landed on Grayson once again but this time, we both made eye contact, leaving Grayson there with a smirk plastered across his face. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I whispered to (y/f/n), “I made eye contact with Grayson.” She looked back.

“He’s watching you.” She whispered. 

“Dammit.” I groaned earning a laugh from her. 

We finally did the lap and grabbed our drums. The rest of the line finished before us because we didn’t really care. 

“I can’t wait to see him Friday night.”

“See who?”

I jumped and turned around, Grayson was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face still. 

“When did you get right there?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Don’t worry about it, but hey, I can’t wait to see you Friday night either, (y/n).” He winked at me and walked away leaving me there with my mouth wide open. 

“Okay!” (y/f/n) screamed giving you a slap on your butt.

“This is ridiculous.” 

It was finally Friday night and my nerves have been crazy ever since Grayson talked to me Tuesday afternoon. I haven’t been playing good at all and I haven’t even talked to my line barely. I’m just too nervous.

I walked into the school, my feet sliding against the floor. (y/f/n) was already at the drumline closet getting her stuff out. 

“Hey.” I mumbled leaning against the wall. 

“Hey!” She smiled at me and handed me my carrier. “Better not fuck up the banner tonight.” She yelled from the closet. 

I just laughed and threw my hair into another messy bun. I quickly said hey to the guard members and grabbed my uniform from the band room. The gym door flew opened, revealing Grayson and Ethan. Grayson winked at me and walked towards the field, leaving me there speechless once again. 

I sighed and shook my head tossing my uniform down on the ground, sliding down the wall. 

“Why does he have to notice me now?” I rubbed my face and looked over at (y/f/n).

“I don’t know but your head better be on straight.” She walked outside with the rest of the band leaving me there.

“Hurry up, (y/l/n).” I looked over an saw the band director, he shook his head then did the biggest eye roll ever.

I quickly got dressed and lined up with the rest of the line. We all walked down to the field and my eyes immediately went to number 47. He turned around and let out a smile when he saw you. Never has a football player noticed a band kid at our high school. (y/f/n) nudged me in the arm making me look forward and notice our director glaring at me. 

“You know he wants to talk to you right?” I looked over and furrowed my eyebrows at her.


“Well he does.”

Before I could answer, our director pulled me to the side and directed me to take my drum off. 

“(y/n), your drumming has been very off this week and you have been going in and out of space. I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I’m going to let you play tonight even though I shouldn’t. Get your head in the game and don’t fuck up.” he patted my back and walked away leaving me there pissed off. 

“Line up!” He yelled. 

I threw my drum back on and walked to my spot and let out a big sigh. 

Once the banner was finished, we all filed into the bleachers. My focus stayed on Grayson. I don’t know why he decided to talk to me all of the sudden but hell, I really loved the attention. Our high school was winning but they can all say thanks to Ethan and Grayson for getting all those touchdowns. 

“Get ready! They’re fixing to score again!” 

Grayson scored another touchdown making me scream. (Y/f/n) rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. Grayson looked back at me an winked making me blush. 

“Drumline, you’re cleaning the stadium tonight!” 

I rolled my eyes and tossed my sticks on the drum. 

“Chill it with the attitude, (y/l/n).”

“Fuck this, I’ll just go get the trash can.” I jogged down the stairs and grabbed the trash can, placing it underneath (y/f/n). I looked around and seen the twins taking pictures with their parents. It was their senior year and after every game, whether they won or lost, their family took pictures with them. I felt a smile creep onto my face.

“Yo (y/n).” I jumped and shoved (y/f/n)’s hands out of my face. “Come on, we’re done.” 

I put the trash can back and grabbed all my equipment and let out a sigh. Grayson probably wasn’t even going to talk to me. I mean, I’m not that popular anyways so what’s the point. 

“Later guys!” I laughed at (y/f/n).

“You’re so fake.” 

“It’s my duty to be nice to my line, (y/n).”

 I tossed my carrier on the rack, turning around and smacking into someones body. I jerked my head up and seen Grayson smiling down at me.

“Can we talk alone?” He questioned.


I grabbed my belongings and told (y/f/n) bye and walked with Grayson out to my car.

“So,” I mumbled tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I- um- I was wondering if you actually wanted to go on a date with me?”

I let out a laugh and tossed my stuff in the backseat of my car.

“A date? With me? A stupid band kid. You know you’ll get made fun of.” 

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against my car. “I hope you know (y/n) that you’re actually pretty known around the school and you’re quite popular. You aren’t like the other band kids, they’re nerds and you have a bit of spunk in you that just made me become attracted to you.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes earning a sigh from him. “Really feel like this is a bet.” 

“It’s not!” He got closer to me, making me blush.


He cut me off by smashing his lips onto mine. I was shocked but soon relaxed into the kiss, letting my fingers get tangled in his hair. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip but I smirked, pulling back.

“What’s that for?” He mumbled pushing a piece of my fallen hair back.

“We haven’t even went on a first date and you already wanna swap spit. How classy.” I laughed and opened my car door. 

“Well, how about a date tomorrow night, at six?”

I raised my eyebrow and looked down, “Sure.” 

Grayson smiled and left a kiss on my cheek, “See ya later, (y/l/n).”

“See ya later, Dolan.” 

Grayson winked at me and jogged over to his car where his brother was busy playing on his phone. I can’t believe this is happening.

“So?” I jumped and turned around seeing (y/f/n) at her car smiling at me.

“Ya girl got a date tomorrow night at 6!” 

She squealed and gave me a high five over the top of her car.

“Good luck.” She gave me a wink and got into her car, driving off.

I smiled, turning my car on and backing out, looking over at Grayson who was steady watching my car. I bit my lip and drove off with my cheeks blushing and already wondering what I was going to wear tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

Oh my gosh I live and breathe for the angsty bughead fics! Maybe one about how he witnesses Betty's mom trying to control her with the pills and comments about her weight, and he notices her palms afterwards, and comforts her?

That’s so awesome, and I’m into the angsty ones lately so I’ll give it a go!

She was mortified.

Absolutely, one hundred percent mortified.

Her mother had “suggested” that they all go out to eat at pops, they needed to have a little family time apparently, and forcing her to go to the same place she was certain all of her friends would be, was the only way to do it.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Her mom didn’t say anything to her in the car and merely shoved her into a booth when she spotted her friends.

“Your father and I want your attention Betty, you don’t need to be speaking to your friends tonight understood?”

Betty simply nodded, catching jugheads eyes from over the booth, he smiled softly, shooting her a wink. She returned it with a weak smile.

She told Jughead everything, and his disdain for Alice cooper was clear in the nasty looks he kept shooting her way.

“Hello! Betty! Are you even paying attention to me? Did you take your ADD pills.” Alice shouted over the quiet of the diner.

She shrunk even lower in her seat, as Kevin gave her a sympathetic smile and Veronica stuck her tongue out at the back of her mothers head.

She dared a glance at Jughead and the look in his eyes was absolutely lethal, he had closed his laptop and looked like he was ready to pounce. Fortunately Archie had a grip on his arm and was speaking quietly to him.

Finally Hal spoke up,

“I don’t know about you but I’m starving, what’ll you have sport?” He shot her a smile as he placed his menu down.

She shrugged daintily

“Maybe a burger?”

Instantly she heard her mother cluck

“I don’t think so. Summer is almost here and with your job as a lifeguard do you really wanna add any extra weight to those thighs? I mean we don’t want a repeat of last year do we Betty beluga?”

She felt her eyes well up, it had been a while since someone had called her that horrible nickname, she was almost starting to forget about it.


As she went to open her mouth to speak, a pair of hands were slammed down next to her, startling everyone at the table, glancing up she already knew who to expect.

“Hey bets” Jughead smiled cheekily. She could tell he was upset, it was hidden behind his smile.

“Hi juggie.” She whispered

“Mr and Mrs cooper, how weird to see you here? I always figured pops was way too low class for you.”

Alice ground her teeth

“Forsythe, it’s nice to see you again, how’s that father of yours” she went for the low blow

“Mom that’s totally..”

Jughead cut Betty off

“My dads great, me and him are working on our relationship, I always feel like kids should have a healthy relationship with their parents, don’t you think?” He raised a brow

Alice straightened her back
“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing really, just the fact that you’re probably the worst mother in the world, and that’s coming from someone who’s mother walked out on him.” He smiled lazily

Standing up now, Alice started
“Now you listen to me…”

Jughead stood too using his height to his advantage.

“No you listen to me, because, you’re Betty’s mother and I respect that, I’ve kept my mouth shut, but you need to realize what you have right in front of you. Betty is beautiful and smart and kind and anyone would be lucky to be in her life, you don’t get to treat her like some test subject because your life didn’t work out the way you wanted. I get that you think you’re doing what’s best for your daughter, but you’re not helping her, you’re hurting her. And when someone starts hurting Betty, than I can’t just sit back and let that happen. So next time you think of insulting her or shoving pills down her throat, take a look in the mirror and see who really needs help.” He was practically panting by the time he finished his speech.

Alice was standing, jaw on the floor and an unexplainable expression on her face. Finally she grabbed her purse

“Hal were leaving, Betty we’ll see you at home.”
She huffed.

Hal dropped a few bills on the table

“I’ll see you at home peanut.” At least her father had the decency to look ashamed.

Jughead turned to her

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want me to interfere but I couldn’t just mmpphhh”

Betty’s mouth was on his and his hands instantly went to her waist, they could only vaguely hear the sounds of their friends cheering them on from across the restaurant.

Pulling away he had on the biggest grin she’d ever seen him wear.

“Maybe I should take on Alice cooper more often.”

Betty laughed grabbing his hand, pulling him out of the booth

“Don’t push it.”

Maybe, Possibly

Summary: Phil’s mother is adamant that he should be settling down, so invites one of his turbulent exes to an annual family get-together the following day. In a moment of panic, he tells her he’s already dating someone. With no other options, he turns to Dan.

Genre: Reality

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: Some swearing, references to alcohol

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A Breach of Trust: Chapter 21

(Act 1: Chapter 1-9 )

(Act 2: Chapter 10-18 )

(Act 3: Chapter 19,  Chapter 20)

Reigen was soaked to the bone.

He squinted through the rain and spit water from his mouth as he hauled bag after bag of trash to the dumpster around the side of the apartment. He’d had a flimsy red umbrella for the first garbage run. On autopilot, Reigen had accidentally thrown it out along with the garbage bag. Reigen had told Mob the wind carried it off.

When Reigen returned from the final dumpster trip, he shed his shoes and his socks and his suit jacket, which he hung wet and dripping on a coat rack nail by the door. Reigen collapsed into a kitchen chair he pulled out, huffing out a laugh and running his fingers through his soaking wet hair. Water ran down his face and dripped into the corners of his mouth, salty.

“Are you okay, Reigen?” Mob asked.

Reigen looked up. Mob sat on the other side of the table, fingers gripped visibly tight to the wood. Ash still stained his shirt, and his eyes were visibly shaken. Reigen knew it was due to the “barrier”—whatever that meant in Mob’s mind—reappearing in the stretches of time it took Reigen to toss the garbage bags. Reigen told himself, and Mob, that this counted toward Mob’s training.

“I’m fine, Mob.” Reigen grabbed his right pantleg and wrung it, twisting it tight at his ankle. Streams of water ran down his foot to the tile below. “This is a lot like swimming actually, except fully clothed and it’s terrible.”

Mob met his eyes, concentration furrowing his brow. “You’re being funny, right Reigen?”

“I’m funny all the time.”

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