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YAYAYAYA so here is the “what BTS are like in bed” that I promised in my previous post. this is just to give y’all a taste of what my account will be chucked full of. not that you didn’t guess already

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The (First) Chicken Incident

That’s right kiddies, the votes are in! Brace yourself for another wild ride yo (maybe not as wild as the bear but still)

So this would have been grade 11 year. I’m still a awkward, sort of gangly teenager that people dont like to talk to. As with most schools you have to have a certain amount of elective courses in order to graduate. Since i already had an interest in it, I chose Religious Studies as one of mine. It didn’t hurt that one of the perks of the class is that second year you go on a week long mission trip.

So that year the trip was to Peru. 

We leave over easter break, which, in saskatchewan, is typically in the deadass middle of winter i’m talking temps below -45. So a bunch of teenagers and some teachers who do well in the cold are suddenly thrown into Limo,Peru where we immediatly die of the heat. How do you people cope my gosh i could barely breathe. We’d be walking around town in shorts and a tank, and walk passed someone with jeans, a bunny hug, AND a hat on and wonder how the heck they weren’t dying. 

Our mission was working on one of the poorest regions in the city. We were out in part of the shanty towns on the outskirts of Lima, where the people had very limited access to water. We were building stairs on the side of the mountain/really steep hill so that they could reach their water easier.

day in and day out we’re hauling concrete up the side of the mountain in a line, bucket after bucket, to be dumped into the stair mold we put together. Each day, we’d climb a little higher, using the stairs we built the day before. we’d sing disney songs, and occasionally tumble down the sie when we lost our footing (i almost took out the power for the entire district ok that power pole was just a stick held in place by some rocks)

ok so back story over, onto the chicken

we’re building away through the hottest part of the day, sweating like pigs and trying not to turn into lobsters in the sun. One family who lived near our site offered to let us stay in their house when we took a break for lunch. It was barely more than a small, metal shack built into the side of one of the cliffs, but it was the most beautiful thing to a bunch of heat sick children aching to get out of the sun. We were beyond grateful that they opened their home to us so we could have some shade. 

(side note. These people were incredibly trusting. My mom was on the trip with us as a chaperone, and the mother who owned the home came up to my mom, handed her her one year old child, and said “Bambino. Sleep.” and disappeared into the market for an hour. Most of us were moved to tears, myself included because i cry at everything.)

So I’m sat inside the house on their dirt floor. The little baby is asleep on the bed in the house thankfully not making a sound because none of us spoke enough spanish to calm her down. Also in the house was was a scrangly looking cat, nothing more than skin and bones. and the haggard, agitated looking

chicken

So i’m sat on the floor, minding my own business, and eating the sandwich the group had packed. It was a pretty good sandwich honestly, and somehow they had kept it cold in the baking peruvian sun. 

I looked up from my food and locked eyes with the the scraggliest, most haggard looking chicken i have ever seen in my life. It stares at me with its creepy little eyes, cocking its head from side to side. I know what’s up.

It wants my sandwich

hate to break it to you pal but this is a chicken sandwich you wanna be a cannibal??

So i got back to eating, keeping one eye on the chicken from hell

I set my sandwich down and reach behind me for my water bottle 

what just touched my leg

i turn, more confused than concerned, and look down to see my bare lap. No sandwich in sight. I have just enough time to see the cat making off with my food

you know what fine that’s gonna be the best meal it’s had in a month go ham little kitty

so i sit back and take a big swig of my drink

and then this ungodly shriek fills the the shack. 

again, more confused than scared (for now) i look up and see the chicken has puffed up to like six times its size and is staring at me like im the worlds biggest sunflower seed

it wants my sandwich

one small problem

i no longer have the sandwich

This thing comes flying at me like a three pound feathery bat out of hell

I shriek, which wakes up the baby, which also starts shreiking

soon the entire shack is filled with screaming teenagers and one very anger chicken

This thing is punching me in the face with its wings like fwapfwapfwapfuckyoufwapfwapfwap and screaming loud enough to call its other demonic kin

you think im staying there to be assaulted by a chicken not a chance i was not going down like Link, Legend of Zelda Style i learned my lesson in game no need to see it irl. I bolt to my feet and take off, trying to keep its feathers out of my mouth. 

This beast is beating the crap out of me dangling from her hair and being all around rude and it is absolutely winning this fight

i don’t have the sandwich go attack the cat!!!

I burst through the open door and onto the little stretch of rock they have behind their house. this thing finally lets go  and flutters to the ground behind me. you’d think itd be over

nope

this thing launches at me with renewed ferocity ok this little feathered asshole was about to go super saiyan on my ass

i take off running again, sprinting past my very confused classmates. 

Now im mentally running through my options:

I can a) turn and face my death by chicken like a warrior (noooot happening)

b) cower and turn into a ball on the ground and pray i keep my eyes (a viable option)

c) run for my life and hope it gets bored

or d) turn and kick it like a soccer ball over the cliff beside me

This chicken gave them one egg a day i couldnt punt this thing off a cliff who was i kidding

i went with c

things were going well, i was winning the race, and only slightly dying as i couldn’t breath in the gosh darn humidity  and then it was over as fast as it began. not because the chicken gave up, or because i heroically made my escape

i ran out of rock

now, houses here are built like stairs on layers they tend to look like: ___________,

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                                                                      |_______________________

you get the picture

Each of those drops is around forty feet

And there was no stopping me i was like a terrified run away freight train

i barrel over the edge and windmill for a moment. 

I wonder if i can fly

nope i plummet like a stone. Luckily im still kind of close to the edge, and instead of going straight down i ended up doing

The most hardcore barrel roll in history I”m pretty sure i could power a car that’s  how fast i was rolling 

So i barrel roll down the sides, hitting every little ledge on the way down which probably saved my life

i land on my back at the bottom, wondering how the hell im alive, and stare up at my group who are staring at me in shock

and this little asshole chicken isn’t done with me oh no it haaaassss to rub it in

it struts its way to the edge, pokes its little head over, clucks loudly in what i can only describe as unabashed pride. It turns and i see its scraggly little tail feathers

it shits on my shoe and scratches dirt onto my face from forty feet away

my injuries?

I sprained my ankle on my mad flight to run away. That’s it aside from some scrapes and bruises

needless to say i dont like that chicken.

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Sometimes you gotta make your own ship content, be the change you want to see in the world. Messy but fun comic, and a little fic under the cut. I’m most definitely not a writer, and incredibly rusty, but enjoy nonetheless?

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"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

Slipping Away- Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Your writing is my life. Can I request something hella angsty. i dont care what it is but i need angst. Also can it be a happy ending? thanks

A/n: I love writing angst, also sorry this is kind of late

Warnings: insecurities, implied emotional breakdowns, angsty themes everywhere, slight swearing

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You sat combing your wet hair in the bathroom as drops of water from the faucet still echoed throughout, breaking the eerie silence. You allowed the comb to weave and untangle the messy locks of your hair before you hung the towel back up on its rack. With a sigh, you turned back towards the mirror, which was now fogging slightly. Your eyes were tired and your face lacked its usual perky smile, for its existence had long been faded. The water drops ceased, leaving you in silence once more, a sound you were far too accustomed to in recent times.

Newt had been spending so much time away in his habitats recently, and it was beginning to have a negative effect on you. You knew in your heart that the beasts were important to him, they were important to you as well, but he had spent days working constantly on his book, and you longed for some sort of affection besides a brief hug or kiss every now and then. Even now he was hard at work inside of his case, probably watching the occamies again since they had just hatched.

All you wanted was some attention, a sign that he was still there. The two of you had been dating for about a year or so now, and you thought he still loved you. If he did, then he wasn’t showing it or even really making an attempt to. You felt a dull throbbing ache in your chest on a daily basis. It often worsened as you prepared breakfast by yourself in your empty kitchen with nothing but a light jazz record to accompany you, or when you would end up falling asleep in a cold bed, only to wake up the next morning in the same state. You just needed someone to love, someone to talk to. By now you were starting to wonder as to what would happen if you just disappeared, if you just vanished into thin air or ceased to exist. He didn’t really need you anyways. If anything you stood in his way, he could easily live without you.

You readjusted your sweater collar before unlocking the door and heading out into the main room, only to stop in your tracks at the sight before you.

Newt was standing in your shared bedroom doorway, holding what appeared to be a worn blue notebook.

‘Oh no,’ you thought as a wave of anxiety washed over your form. You wanted to shrink away into a darkened hole and never come back out.

Newt stood slightly hunched over as he flipped through the pages of the notebook. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, shock, and hurt. What he didn’t know is that this notebook just so happened to be the one where his love wrote all of their deepest and darkest feelings. Tear stains and ink splotches dotted the page margins and creased lay darkened. His oceanic eyes scanned each word, stabbing his heart with a jagged knife. The entries all varied, but each had been written with a common theme.

October 2, 1925
Today I am feeling more lonely than usual, and the feeling itself is rather unsettling. I’m trying to occupy myself, but I still think that the pain would subside if Newt were here. However, I can’t interrupt is work, even though he’s been so busy with it. Sometimes I wish he would just take a break for once…

October 19, 1925
Another empty bed, and another sleepless night.


October 27, 1925
Newt and I got into a small disagreement today, and we haven’t spoken for a bit. I hope our relationship, or whatever is left of it, can survive. He’s been a bit more distant, and I know that he’s off working on his novel, but I really do miss him. Sometimes I wonder if he would be happier if I were gone, so that he could maybe be with someone else who isn’t as annoying or clingy or stupid. Maybe he can find another pretty and kind person to snuggle up to at night.
I wonder if he still cares or thinks about me. I prepared his favorite tea, hoping he would come back up for dinner, but he didn’t. I miss him, but I guess I can’t interrupt him.


He paused, and then looked at the most recent entry, which was dated to yesterday.

November 3, 1925
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I know he doesn’t hate me, but I can’t take being alone anymore. Maybe he’s purposely avoiding me, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t talk or hug or kiss me as much as he used to. If I had been better or smarter, or perhaps more beautiful would he have stayed? Am I that annoying and hard to be around to the point where my own boyfriend may not love me anymore?



Newt wasn’t able to make it through the final passage. It stung his heart and eyes too much. Sobs were choked back as his hands began to shake violently out of anger, not really towards you, but towards himself. Just then, a thud brought him back out of his thoughts.

You had accidentally dropped the comb in your hand, causing it to create a sound causing Newt’s worries and concerned expression to face towards you. He closed the book softly as if it were fashioned out of glass and he moved towards you. Your heartrate and breathing raced in panic as the world swirled around you.

Newt was probably furious, angry and packed with rage that you thought or said things like that about him, and not even towards his face. You had been selfish, he was only trying to write his book, but oh no, you had to be a pathetic person and desire attention at all hours of the day. You wanted to rip your hair out and scream, as you felt slightly betrayed that he had found the book from its hidden space under your side of the bed and read it, scanning over each word with his own two crystal eyes. You feared his reaction. If your relationship wasn’t over yet, it soon would be for sure. His eyes and face were already turning red and you braced yourself for the worst. You prepared for him to scream and yell and spit words furiously at you. You expected a full blown fight like never before. Your heart shattered into smaller remains, stabbing you from the inside out and pricking your chest. Your lungs became filled with toxic smoke, and all you needed was oxygen, but its freedom was nowhere to be found. You feared for darkness. You feared for a dark storm cloud. You feared for hell itself as you shut your eyes and covered your waterfalls of flowing tears with your tingling and shaking hands.

The darkness never came, but was instead, replaced with a warm embrace. The icy atmosphere and tension were slowing thawing away, like winter into spring as daisies and daffodils began to sprout through the last frost.

Newt had started to cry, and not just a few tears, but audible bawling surrounded by pain and aches. His voice was strangled, like someone was clutching his throat, forbidding speech from escaping his lips. His freckles glistened from the rivers that passed over them. He held you as if trying to keep all of your pieces together before sinking to the ground with you still in his arms. By now, all of the emotions and tears that had been locked up in your caged heart for weeks began to escape through the cracks, and your body trembled. Newts hand held your head as the coolness of your damp hair splashed onto his hands and cheeks, mixing with his salty tears.

“Y/n, why in the name of bloody Merlin didn’t you tell me that y-you felt like t-this? Why m-my darling? W-why!?” he choked out loudly, as he was now cross with himself for making you revel in this much pain and suffering for so long. He wasn’t wearing his coat, but he was still warm, as opposed to your shivering and shaking body.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you. Besides Newt, w-we’re so distant now.”

“Darling we aren’t that distant though-,”

“Newt when was the last time we had any time together huh? When was the last time you said I love you like you genuinely meant it?”

Newt opened his mouth to speak, but words didn’t come out. Instead another round of tears followed as he still continued to hold you as if you were going to disappear away from him.

“I am the shittiest boyfriend to ever live. Y/n I’m so sorry that I’ve d-done this to you, you must hate me! I don’t deserve you, oh what have I done! I’ve broken you. I need to fix you, How can I fix you!?” he panicked, and all he wanted to do was capture your lips, but he knew he shouldn’t cross that line right now. Hell, he may not even be able to call himself your boyfriend after this.

Your sobbing mixed with the sound of his, and you didn’t mean to sound so angry or snappy. Carefully, you brought your thumb under his eye to wipe a tear stream away, the touch causing him to look up from where he had buried his face in your chest.

“N-Newt?” you asked in a silenced whisper and almost ghostlike.

“Yes m-my dar-, yes Y/n?” he responded, pausing before he could say the word ‘darling’ as he wasn’t sure if he deserved the allowance to do so.

“Do you still love me?”

Newt’s heart crashed and splintered, like glass thrown against a wall. This was all his fault. He made you feel this way, he made you feel unloved and undesirable. This was all his doing, and he had been so involved in his life and where it was going that he didn’t realize that he was harming himself in the process.

“Of c-course I do. I love you so much Y/n. a simple apology won’t m-m-make this go away, I know that. But love I am sorry, I am so sorry that I have put you through this hell. I understand if you don’t love me though, I wouldn’t love me either right n-now.”

The notebook was long discarded as you pulled yourself closer into Newt’s chest, which began to rise and fall irregularly from all of his painful sobs. He reacted by grabbing your waits and pulling you closer and shielding you, as if he needed to protect your from the world.

“I still love you Newt.”

“Y-you do?”

“Of course, I was just upset, and it was my fault anyway-,”

“Don’t even finish that sentence Y/n. This had nothing to do with you. I was the idiot who was too stupid and blind to see that my own darling was suffering alone. I love you my dear and I’ll do anything and everything to fix this, please. Please Y/n I can’t lose you. This is all my fault and I can only hope that you’ll forgive me.”

Your breathing had begun to fall back to a normal rate, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle, yet still desired kiss. Newt hesitated to kiss back at first, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of hurting you more. His lips smoothed over yours and sweetly massaged against yours, as the passion within him ignited. He held onto you still, afraid that you would break if he let you go. Your hand graced his stubble, and he brushed his hand through your wet hair, sending a shiver down both of your spines. He began to move his hands back down to your waist to scoop you up into his firm arms, and this movement made you break the kiss.

“Newt what are you doing?”

He kissed your lips again, shuffling the notebook away as it slid across the floor.

“I’m taking my love for some alone time.”

“B-But Newt…”

“No, this is long overdue, and I was an idiot. You deserve this, and I shouldn’t have made you hurt like I did. Now please, I need you in my arms right now, I need to show you how much I love you.”

You pressed your head against his chest and you nodded sleepily, as the emotional breakdown had worn you out a bit. Newt noticed and kissed you hair before proceeding to wrap you in a blanket from off of your shared couch. His heartbeat echoed in your ears, as it began to lull you into an aura of comfort once more.

The two of you may have hit a bumpy road, but the two of you were strong. He didn’t mean to hurt you, you understood that, and you knew that everything would be okay. You heard him mutter an ‘I love you’ as he carried and set you onto your shared bed before he curled up next to you. His arms wrapped around you after he kicked his boots off, and the two of you made up for lost cuddles as you each dozed off on the protection of each other.

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anonymous asked:

I just watched the video and like that was the most organic thing ever??? pure? good? flirting?

it’s just so nice i have decided to make a full list of good things from google feud 2:

  • jumpcut of dan saying ‘e’ when he obviously leaned far into phil
  • phil calling us the wayward fun person at a party 
  • phil’s just generally bouncy and full of personality? canceling robot phil little by little
  • dan looks like a good fucking twink i dont make the rules
  • i love dan’s hair :( such a good length
  • phil ate all the macaroons before dan. survival of the fittest (oookaaay but this was actually such an amazing interaction because it was letting us into their everyday lives? and phil introduced that? it makes them seem really long term and comfortable with living so closely together. im all warm and tingly.)
  • phil shushing a scared and confused dan
  • “im not even joking” in the softest dan voice ever
  • plugging side channels and merch and selling out
  • “i like dipping things”
  • “this is –” “can we just play the game?” “– a disaster.”
  • phil wants to type (insert dan looking at the camera sadly – twink??)
  • dans tongue is blue
  • selling out pt ii: google
  • dan biting his sweatshirt toggles :(
  • “someone’s gonna get a sweet macaroon in his mouth tonight”
  • phil leaning into dan all happy
  • phil questioning how people even know how to raise babies aka lowkey thinking about having kids vibes
  • HOW TO RAISE A PUPPY
  • “chill out dan”
  • explaining that their bants r a joke
  • dan’s obsessed with penises 
  • dan leaning completely into phil’s space like wtf get off him
  • “[is duct tape safe for] kidnapping your senpai”………k. including elongated staring at phil because dan’s a troll
  • “i’m gonna choke myself. completely non-kink related. i just want death.”
  • peer pressuring phil into asking if duct tape was safe for bondage (why does dan want phil to know? the world may never solve this mystery)
  • “i dont like screaming that often.” all men do is lie
  • selling dan and phil’s souls to google
  • said thick (thicc) at the same time ://
  • dan has a feeding phil kink
  • if u aren’t focusing on dans creep face phil’s mouth actually opens really wide…
  • phil gets all blushy with pda
  • phil cant finish the video because he’s still eating
Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

Word Count: 1,850

Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

Originally posted by dailytomholland

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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.

-

Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.

-

“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.

-

Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.

more klance hcs


@klancept has blessed us all with the vitiligo lance and afro asian keith content and i have too many headcannons to put in the ask box: (and I can’t help myself because I too have afro hair - and y’all with afro hair will relate to some of this..then I ended up losing track of what I was doing and I think I ended up with a mini-story in my hands whoops) (this very well might only be part 1)

  • keith has super super thick hair – when he was out in the desert for a year it was a nightmare to manage he cut most of it because he didn’t have access to good hair care products
  • When keith and lance start dating, lance pretty much becomes keith’s hair stylist and it works out great because 1) lance loves styling Keith’s hair and 2) keith loves it when lance experiments with his hair bc it feels amazing
  • lance introduces all these amazing hair lotions and conditioners to his bf. He also introduces hair twisting to his bf:
  • keith: twisting?? What’s that
  • lance: I’m about to change your life. Sit yourself down
  • The next day Keith hair is so soft and glorious it’s like a cloud. He feels unstoppable


  • Lance loves to lean his head on keith’s when they’re chilling together (his hair is like a soft pillow that smells of coconut and argan oil (bc that stuff is top tier shit for his hair)
  • One time someone asked keith if they could touch his hair when he and lance were out and before keith could say anything lance just stepped in like “no. we’re leaving.” and turns his boyfriend around quicker than he can say ‘quiznack’
  • One day Keith is in front of the mirror tugging frustratedly at his hair and lance is like “babe?? Whats wrong??”
  • keith: im sick of my hair!! I want to cut it all off again…but I like my hair the way it is too because you always make it look so nice. I dont think I’d look so good with shorter hair
  • lance: you always look beautiful no matter what, and anyways I can style your hair no matter what legnth-
  • keith.exe stops working : what??
  • Lance realises what he says : you could have hair down to your heels or no hair and you always look beautiful keith. always
  • Cue happy cuddling session in front of the bathroom mirror that lasts for twenty minutes before the realise they’re both going to be late for their classes and they run
  • One day Keith Keith discovered that lance made his own skin products and he was“!!! Lance these are amazing!!” But lance didn’t rlly believe him at first
  • Lance got bullied for his skin condition a lot when he was younger and he had a lot of confidence issues, even when his family and close friends told him he looked good anyways, he didn’t always believe them
  • He wanted to feel good about his appearance one way or another, so teen lance discovered the skin-care and fashion world – he’ll just make himself feel fabulous no matter what anyone else says.
  • Lance used to buy a bunch of products and try them out. then he realised it would be cheaper to make his own from natural ingredients, and anyways, he knows his own skin better than anyone else so he can tailor homemade masks and moisturisers to his own skin type (his ig is the_tailor btw)
  • He’s been doing it for a long while – he doesn’t really tell people he makes his own stuff but his siblings and hunk and pidge knew before he met Keith
  • Lance is all blushy and sort of embarrassed at first when Keith knows but then he sees how genuinely proud and impressed he is
  • A couple months later Keith comes to lance asking him if he could give his friend some skincare advice - she’s got so many skin allergies but she wants ethically sound products, she tends to wear makeup to work a lot so she needs something to help with that
  • Lance isn’t sure at first, he’s really ever only worked with his own skin. He’s never met this friend before..what if she takes one look at him and starts..acting weird? It’s not the first time it’s happened before
  • Lance reluctantly agrees to meet this friend after some reassurance from Keith that she won’t treat him differently or anything so they arrange to meet at a nice quiet cafe
  • Lance is at the cafe, his notes on different oils and ingredients for skincare are ready
  • What lance didn’t realise was that he’s meeting up with ALLURA DE ALTEA - the model icon who was discovered on instagram. Keith was friends with THE allura de Altea. He is shooketh.
  • Needless to say, lance ends up creating the *perfect* masks and moisturisers for allura and she is 100% pleased and very impressed with his products as well as his sense of style
  • Lance slowly grows more confident in his care products and starts to make hair lotions etc for Keith to keep his hair in tip top condition and Keith is eternally grateful
  • They end up meeting more and more and soon enough lance lands a few modeling jobs with his modeling icon!! Keith is such a proud bf
  • It’s the end of a very long week after their regular jobs and lance’s extra modelling jobs and they both sit in their apartment on the sofa all relaxed and comfy
  • Lance and Keith are scrolling through their phones and lance sees his picture on Instagram with allura and he’s in such disbelief
  • lance: wow!! I didn’t know I could look that amazing before…
  • keith: but, you’ve always looked amazing lance
  • lance: ??? huh?? 
  • keith: lance, you’ve always been beautiful. Always
  • Lance.exe stops working and he is a blushing mess but he couldnt ask for a more supportive and caring boyfriend. They sit in each other’s arms for a little while in silence
  • lance: hey Keith do you want me to braid your hair?
  • Keith already has the hair stuff out and is sitting on the floor ready to have his hair done: yep
  • Lance finds it so cute he smooches Keith on the forehead and quickly begins his work
Live Life Golden Part 9

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

Words: 2789

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Summary:

He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.

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Can I keep you? Pt. 3

(A/N) Here is the next part to my Loki Fanfic! I really hope you like it, and I really appreciate your lovely comments. I wish I could answer y’all, but you know how it is….This one is very short too…sorry?
Either way, feedback is always welcome! Enjoy!

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: assholes approaching

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Y/N POV

Having Loki walk beside me through a furniture store was as strange as it could be. Still, I tried to ignore all the hateful stares the others shot me and the god and continued shopping.
We looked at different beds, tried out different mattresses and wrote down everything I needed and wanted.
After lying down on a really comfortable mattress, I couldn’t help but close my eyes.
“Please don’t fall asleep Y/N. People would attack me if they see me carrying you out of here.” Loki stood beside me, taking hold of my hand, trying to pull me up.
“It’s too comfortable Loki! Try it.” I tugged at his hand until he gave up and laid down beside me. “It really is comfortable.” I let out a chuckle and relaxed. Since most of the people feared Loki, no one bothered us. Especially since we didn’t take our shoes off.
After just lying there for a few minutes, I noticed myself dozing off, but decided to just accept my fate. Loki noticed it too. He sat up and pulled me away from the mattress, ignoring my weak protests.
After getting the rest of the things, I needed for my room, we paid for it and arranged for it to be brought to the tower the same day.
I also introduced Loki to hot dogs. At first, he was very confused why we would heat up a dog and then eat it, but as soon as he saw an actual hot dog, the confusion went away and he enjoyed his meal.
“Want another one?” I looked at Loki, who had been staring longingly at the counter where we bought the hot dogs. “Please.” Laughing, I ordered two more and waited for them to be ready.
While I waited, I checked my phone for new messages, but found none. Strange. While I was still at the university, Peter texted me almost every day, even though we did see each other on a daily basis. Was he cheating on me?
Think of the devil and he appears!
“Y/N!” I was suddenly enveloped in a bear hug, but immediately hugged my boyfriend back. “What are you doing here?” Before he answered, he pulled me into a slow kiss, which was only broken by other customers complaining about us blocking the que, even though our food was ready.
I took the tray and we walked back to Loki, who had a strange look on his face. “Loki, this is my boyfriend, Peter. Peter, I guess you know Loki.” They shook hands, but it was clear they couldn’t stand each other. Trying to lighten the mood, I just kept talking until I decided to give up and lead them back to the car.
“You never answered my question why you are here.” We stood in the elevator and waited for it to reach the parking level.
“Right. Your dad called me, told me he was throwing a party today and asked me to come. So, I drove here as fast as I could, and as I arrived the others told me you were here. I just couldn’t wait to see you again.” He kissed me again, but I couldn’t concentrate on the kiss. Loki was still there and there was such a bad aura around him. I pushed Peter away, glad we finally reached the right level.
“Well, see you later than.” Loki and I walked to the car and got in.
We were silent during the hole ride home. Just as I parked the car in the garage, Loki turned to me with a serious expression. “This was your boyfriend?” “He still is, Loki. And yes. Why?” He furrowed his brows, as if he thought about the heated dogs again, and shook it after a while.
“I…I just sense something off about this guy. That’s all.” Before I could ask for an explanation, he left the car and walked to the elevator. Deciding to leave it be, I trailed after Loki and walked with him to my room as soon as we reached the right floor.
He helped me, with his magic of course, to clean up the mess from yesterday, and later on, put together all the furniture for me.
Thanks to him, I had just enough time to get ready for the party. All the while, I didn’t see Peter anywhere. But I was certain he knew his way around the tower enough already and ignored the feeling in my guts.
“I should go see dad before I leave.” Since I never really had friends, I started talking to myself from time to time. A habit, I couldn’t shake off.
Taking the elevator downstairs, I had to authorize myself before I could exit the elevator. My dad sure was paranoid.
Walking down the hall to where his “office” should be, I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard Peter’s and my father’s voice, fighting.
“I did everything I could Mister Stark! I can’t help it if she falls in love with someone else!” Peter sounded distressed, but what bothered me more was what he was saying.
“Well, try harder! Get her away from that god and you will get your new suit and everything!”
The world started spinning around me. It was all just a deal between my father and Peter? He never really loved me? But…why?
I didn’t even register that I let my phone fall to the floor, until my father’s and Peter’s shocked faces stared at me.
“Honey, I-“
I turned around and ran, hearing the two chase after me.
“Jarvis, please, just this once, listen to me over my Tony!” My voice echoed through the halls and the AI registered it immediately. “What can I do for you, Miss?”
I waited until I reached the elevator. “Close the doors now!” The doors closed, and didn’t open as my father hammered against them. He shouted various commands at Jarvis, but the AI ignored him.
I pressed the button with my floor number on it and sank to the floor while the elevator rushed up. How could a day that was so much fun, turn into such a disaster?
Tears ran down my cheeks, but no sobs left my body. I guess, the reality hadn’t sunk in yet.
The doors opened again and without checking where I was, I ran out. And just like my luck loved it, I stood in the living room, where all the guests were partying.
Turning around to walk back to the elevator before someone noticed me, I turned back as I saw the door to the staircase open.
Making my way through the crowd, I ignored my father’s cries for me to stop. I just wanted to get away. As far away as possible.
I bumped into a lot of people on my way, but only one held me back by his waist.
“What’s wrong?” Loki’s deep voice filled my ears and the first sob escaped me. His expression was one of concern, as he held my shaking body and took in my tear stained cheeks.  “Take- Take me away.” I pressed my eyes shut, trying to block the rest of the world out.
Loki wrapped his arms around me, and just as my father was about to reach me, we teleported out of the room.
The next time I opened my eyes, we stood on the roof of the tower.

| Nature | Legolas Greenleaf

boui-llabaisse submitted:

LOTR

I recently got sucked into the black hole that is LOTR and am in desperate need of Legolas fics (I mean, who can resist pretty elf princes?). Literally anything is fine, but it would be great if it could be fluff. Or a crackfic.


[permanent + legolas tag]: @avistella  @boui-llabaisse


You mumbled some not so nice words at the overhanging tree branch, swatting it from your face.

You continued walking only to nearly trip over a root in your way. 

“Eck-!”

You jumped back, coincidentally right into a web and sighed angrily, shaking and trying to dislodge the silky, sticky entrails from your hair. When you looked up again a certain elf was observing you.

“What?” you said. Before you could say anything else you nearly jumped out of your skin in fright when you realized a vine was wrapped around your arm.

“Nothing,” Legolas replied. His blank expression did not change but there was a certain twinkle in his eyes that betrayed his thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah, ha ha,” You muttered, untangling yourself. “It is not my fault that nature hates me.”

“Nature does not hate you,” Legolas said, maneuvering his way through the forest as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. “You merely do not know how to properly co-exist with it. This is why it battles you.”

“So you’re telling me it is purposely messing with me?” You narrowed your eyes. Legolas sighed.

“You need to learn how to be one with your surroundings.”

“Well then teach me, oh so wise one,” You drawled, not having his mojo jojo.

Legolas glanced back at you. “First of all, attacking everything in sight will not help.”

You looked at your hand that had pieces of torn leaves that you’d ripped when you pushed the vine away from you and dropped them onto the ground sheepishly.

“Secondly, please do not frighten off the wildlife. They can hear you coming a mile away, what with your footsteps.”

“What’s wrong with my footsteps?” You asked indignantly.

The corner of his lip tugged up slightly. “You sound as if you are a herd of stags stamping through.”

You gaped at him, appalled at the insult. “Excuse me?” Legolas himself seemed to not make a blip of noise as he walked, almost as if he were gliding along the ground. Well it wasn’t your fault you were not a mystical elf now was it?

“You are excused,” He hummed. “Lesson number three, you need to listen to nature.”

Yeah ok.

“Hilarious.”

“I’m serious.”

“Yeah right.”

At that he stopped entirely, and you almost ran right into his back. You spluttered, trying to balance yourself.

“Don’t just stop-”

He turned around so that he was looking at you and smiled. “Sit.”

You opened your mouth to argue but his smile intensified threateningly and you found yourself sitting.

Legolas folded his legs in and you replicated the action, growing suspicious when he placed his hands lightly on his knees. His bow and pack of arrows stayed in their position strung over his back, showing you just how ready he was at all times for a battle.

“Close your eyes,” He said.

“Don’t we have more important things to do-”

“This is important. Now close your eyes.”

You wanted to say that your appointment and reason for this journey was more important but you kept your lips shut. The world shut off to darkness as you closed your eyelids.

“Now what?”

“Patience,” he said with a tilt of amusement in his voice that made you even more agitated. “What can you hear?”

What. “I don’t hear-”

“Y/N.”

You pinched your side to calm yourself and attempted to hear something, anything to get him off your case.

“Fine. I hear uh, a mosquito. Also I think there is a stream somewhere nearby.”

“An orc has better senses than you, anyone could tell that. Try harder.” 

You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from lashing out. You considered running but knew you wouldn’t get very far comparing your speed to his. 

“Don’t just listen with your ears, listen with everything.”

Fine, you thought. Might as well.

So you waited. And waited.

And waited.

You sat there for about five minutes without hearing anything and was about to give up when something whispered in your ear. It was the wind, blowing through your hair and curving round your body. 

And just like that it seemed everywhere came alive. Slowly the stream nearby picked up in frequency, and you could hear the water rushing over stones, splashing the soil. A bunny scurried into a hole off to your left, debris and dead leaves crunching underneath its feet.

You had been too annoyed earlier to register the smell of the forest but now that you weren’t occupied it assaulted you. Fresh ozone, stinging pine, an earthy, dusty aroma filling your nose. It was so potent you could taste it on your tongue and at the back of your throat.

A hawk cried somewhere off in the distance. More creatures hurried along in the background. A trail of ants, the slow slithering of the belly of a snake, a cooing from a bird to your right, and the response from another bird up ahead. The leaves of the trees overhead rustled in the wind and you could feel the forest floor beneath you, hard from the countless travelers that had trekked its path before, but slightly damp from rain that had fallen two days prior. 

Without thinking your body let go tension and you heard even your own inner workings. You registered your breathing, chest moving up and down as air went out of you, mingling with the forest air that you drew back in. Your heart thudded inside you, the rhythm coinciding with the drip of a moist leaf far off.

Drip. Drip.

Your hands moved from your lap, burying themselves into the dirt around you limply, feeling it against your skin and clumping underneath your nails.

And somehow, you made the vague thought that you really were one with nature.

You didn’t know how long you had been in that state. Then you were being shaken gently, shattering your calm.

The first thing you saw when you reopened your eyes was blue. A sea of clear sky that had you drowning in their depths. It was only when you blinked you saw that you were really only looking into Legolas’ eyes. 

You got to your feet, jerking away from him. It surprised you when your legs turned to jelly. You would have fallen if not for the tall elf who had supported your weight, already up.

It felt as if you had just come out of a deep slumber. “W-what? I-” Even your voice sounded raspy.

“And that,” Legolas began and you saw all at once how close you were to him, your palms squeezing his arms for support and your head on his chest. You flushed when he spoke, his chest rumbling as he did. “-is what it is to listen to nature.”

You managed to regain your balance and let go of him, but he did not make an effort to put more distance between the two of you.

“Is that what you elves hear all the time?” You asked. Now that you weren’t listening, the woods had gone back to how you had perceived them at first, and you couldn’t get back those feelings you had. 

Legolas only gave you a close eyed smile.

“No wonder you all are like that,” You mumbled. It was like they were on drugs 24/7.

“I will take that as a compliment,” He raised an eyebrow.

“If you want,” you replied, now completely back to normal and smirked up at him.

Legolas closed the small space between you suddenly, making it nonexistent. You had no time to react when he spoke, now so close you could feel his lips brushing your ear.

“You have no idea what I want, Y/N.”

A rush of sparks tingled down your spine, blood hot underneath your cheeks. You were sure you were a statue when Legolas moved away and began walking yet again. 

He was already a far ways ahead when his voice drifted back to you. 

“I would advise you to make haste. After all we have important places to be.”

[MasterList]

boyfriends in couture

do u ever feel so bad about taking 2 weeks to write a chapter that u make a valentines day drabble set in the universe of ur fic where theyre not even dating yet

victor is editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri is his secretary, and it is not necessary at all to have read kings in couture to read this oneshot (and if you’re following the fic, don’t worry! no spoilers (apart from things that you don’t already expect to happen viktuuri-wise). this is unofficial kic-verse; i just wanted to throw kic victor and kic yuuri together because i make up my own rulez welp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  +im an impatient fic writer who cant write their hooking up fast enough so i have to settle for this because im shameless. so shameless. dont judge me)

length: ~1.5k // rating: teen

“I thought I gave you the day off.”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s in the middle of organizing portfolios. “Victor?”

The man in question is staring at him in surprise. He looks fantastic, as usual, though he is uncharacteristically dressed in a simple turtleneck and jeans. No expensive Burberry coat today. “What are you doing here?” Victor asks.

“I was putting together the editorials for the run-through tomorrow.” Yuuri gestures at the folders in front of him. All the editors had submitted their finished pieces for next month’s issue, ready to be reviewed by Victor one last time before they went to print.

“I can see that,” Victor tells him. “But again, I gave you the day off.”

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{Special} College!AU JB
  • major: ancient history 
  • minor: latin 
  • sports: men’s lacrosse 
  • clubs: latin tutoring, classic film club
  •  looks cold an unapproachable because he’s always reading an intimidating looking book about the history of ancient greece and like he’s known as the hot older classman who can understand and speak latin fluently and apparently even a bit of Spanish?? And everyone whose ever had a class with him rants about how smart he is and how scary it is because how the hell does he know,,,,,,,,,,,,everything
  • jb in reality isn’t cold and he’s always reading because that’s his major: to read and learn about the ancient world
  • his friend youngjae tried to explain it to jb that like jb just knows all this stuff normal people probably don’t even comprehend and jb just frowns like “understanding the roots of modern day politics and society all stem from learning about ancient empires-“ and youngjae is like “see! when you talk like that it’s scary…….”
  • jb was still like ???? because to him knowing random dates and historical events that defined the renaissance is like casual small talk but apparently that isn’t true to everyone else (which is a shock to him, amazingly)
  • but aside from people not wanting to approach him because of his demeanor there’s also the fact that he’s Hot and the entire campus knows it
  • like he’s super smart, sophisticated, and also……handsome beyond words
  • the whole silk black button down shirt unbuttoned at the top and slim framed glasses + one long earring and simple silver rings that he wears he like 
  • looks like he came off the pages of a high class fashion magazine not…….the campus library………..
  • but yet you become acquainted with him through kind of uncomfortable circumstance see you’re sitting, minding your own business probably sobbing silently to yourself about an upcoming project in the quiet study part of the library 
  • when suddenly this person keeps trying to grab your attention
  • and when you look up you can only roll your eyes because it’s the gross dude that’s been chasing after you since you set foot onto campus like he saw you at orientation and tried to get your number blah blah and like you’ve turned him down countless times but he like Does Not Get It and it’s annoying
  • and like you really don’t need this now when you’re stressed enough as it is
  • so you’re like “please, go away.”
  • but ofc this douchebag doesn’t listen and keeps trying to whisper something at you and like suddenly he starts saying really…….Creepy things and honestly you’re getting scared
  • and like you don’t want to cause a scene because you’re in the silent study room and like already some students are throwing you glares because the dudes being loud
  • but also you don’t want to get up and leave because he’ll just follow you and soon enough you feel like crying a bit because now he’s like moved to sit beside you and you’re like leaning away in your chair, so much so that an inch more and you’ll fall out
  • and like you seriously can’t believe this is happening to you right now when suddenly you hear an unfamiliar voice go “come here.” and like you look up to see this tall, striking student standing in front of you
  • in one hand he has a copy of “The Rise and Decline of Macedonia” and he’s got this piercing stare that basically makes the creep that was bothering you jump up in his seat 
  • and for a second you’re like ,,,,he’s not talking to me is he?? but the boy just motions to you to get up and you’re like
  • my mom taught me not to trust strangers but trusting this (very handsome) stranger seems 100% better than staying with this creep who just won’t let up
  • so you like gather your things and stand but then the creep like grabs your arm and you wanna wrench it away but mysterious hot boy who is your savior now i guess literally puts his hand on the creeps arm and he’s like “ i will break every bone in your body if you don’t let go of them right now.”
  • and the creep like huffs like “yEAh right like you co-”
  • and the boy leans closer and he’s like “i know medieval torture techniques, wanna test me?”
  • and in that moment you swear you’ve never seen anyone look as terrified as the creep who wouldn’t leave you alone and he literally like melts into a puddle of fear while the mysterious boy just straightens up, takes your hand, and walks you out of there like nothing just happened
  • and outside you’re like “um- um tha-thank you i - um your name?” 
  • and he doesn’t look back, just tugs you along the campus and answer in this low voice; “jb.”
  • and you’re like “thank you jb, but um where are you takin-”
  • and he turns around all of a sudden, so fast you practically walk right into his back and he’s like “that creep, he’s been bothering you for a long time right?” and you shift back and forth and you’re like “yeah, but it’s ok-”
  • but jb like clicks his tongue like “is it ok? because it don’t look ok back in the library. if i wasn’t there would you have been able to do anything?” and you’re kinda like at a loss for words because like yeah you wanna be like of course!! i can fend for myself!! but at the same time in that moment when you were being harassed you’d frozen up and like if jb hadn’t put an end to it-
  • but you like look away and jb kind of sense he wnet to far with his tone and he’s like “im sorry. it’s just, ive seen him bothering you before. i have lacrosse campus outside of the english department and i see you come out and he’s always hanging around you and it annoys me because i can see you don’t like it.”
  • and you kinda like you’re like ,,,that’s true but also your heart kinda skips because like has ??? he been like watching you??? someone as handsome as him……….is this a dream
  • but you shake it off and you’re like “i don’t like it, and ive reported it but no one does anything so i just put up with it.” and jb frowns and you kind of try to force out a laugh because you don’t want him to worry
  • but jb is like out of the blue like “how about this - how about i walk you from class now on?”
  • and you’re like ?@??@!? wHA ??? and jb looks dead serious he’s like “no really, that asshole irks me the way he won’t lay off and i really think the only approach left is for someone to be there to scare him off.”
  • and like you agree, but you’re also like “jb i just met you, we aren’t even friends, what would make you want to do such a big favor like that for me?”
  • and jb just clams up a little and like you swear you see some pinkness in his cheeks or soMETHINg and jb is like !!!!!!! “ i just…..i just…….my friend junior is an ethics major and he’s always going on about how wrong the world is and seeing that creep think he’s entitled to keep bothering you like it got me thinking that i could at least maybe help stop that-”
  • and he’s rambling now and his dark, stern cold eyes are darting back and forth in cute embarrassment and you’re like ,,,,, wELL if you INSIST 
  • and that’s how you get hot, aloof mysterious ancient history major jb to kinda be like your bodyguard
  • and you tell him that your class ends at like 6:00 tomorrow and he’s like ill be there and you say your goodbyes and when you’re like in your dorm your roommate’s like so whats up
  • and you’re like “do you know a guy named jb?” and your roommate’s eyes widen like “oF COURSE I KNOW JB he’s in my archaeology of rome class and he’s sOOOooOO dreamy!!! WHY??” and you kind sink into your blankets like “…..he’s offering to walk me from my classes……” and your roommate close to like jumpS on you like WHAT TELL ME THE DETAILS 
  • and so like you go to your class with butterflies in your stomach and you’re like @ yourself like calm!!! down!!! this doesn’t mean anything jb is just a nice person
  • and when the time reaches 6 you shyly like wait outside on the corner near the building and you look up from your book to see jb there and instead of his usual jeans, button down shirt and glasses he’s got his lacrosse uniform on and his sweaty hair is in his face and he’s like “hey, sorry i just came from practice. is that creep around?” and you’re like sohidgdvjfla jkjkjk you’re like “nO!!! haven’t seen him!!” and jb smiles and you’re like holy shit am i looking at god
  • and he smiles and like a group of girls off to the side probably start screaming and you’re like ??? and jb’s like “they’re always there. idk how to get rid of them.” and you’re like omg jb you have a fanclub and he’s like what no way and you’re like smile. and he’s like what and you reach up to like pinch his cheek and be like smile!! and jb kinda reddens and you’re also like oh - oh my god im sorry i didn’t - i - and jb’s like no no it’s ……ok 
  • and you two shyly like look down and the fanclub is probably like seething but whatever this is you and jb’s au moving on
  • and so jb picks you up from class for the rest of the week and everytime all your friends gather at a distance to gwack at him and you’re like guys dont!! but they’re like DUDE YOU GOT THE MOST UNATTAINABLE GUY ON CAMPUS TO bASICalLY PROTECT YOU and you’re like ahdf SHHHH
    and each time jb just becomes more and more handsome like once he was early and was just leaning against the wall with earphones in, sipping an iced coffee and he looked like a movie star you couldn’t believe he was a real person
  • and then the youngjae accident happens
  • as in jb comes to pick you up and next to him is this smiling cute boy that excitedly introduces himself as “jb’s bestest best friend” and his name is youngjae and like before you get to your dorm youngjae is like “hey, let’s all go out to eat!! mark and jackson texted me that they’re already at our usual place, what you say?” and he’s like leaning over to you and you’re like ??? you’re inviting me and he’s like oF COUrse silly, let’s go!!! and you’re like UM and jb is like yOUNGJAE I SWEAR
  • but somEHOW you end up eating dinner and you meet the rest of jb’s friends who are all much more colorful and loud minus the english major mark who sticks to just eating the whole time LOL
  • but as you’re going back to the campus, and mark is trying to carry a tipsy jackson on his back and jb is apologizing to you for his friends youngjae is like
  • “hey, jb you should invite your significant other more often!! they’re so cute and funny!!” 
  • and you and jb are like : SIGNIFICANT OTHER????
  • and youngjae’s like yEAH ive never seen jb so in love with someone and you’re like WHAgjsedfw and jb is like youngjae. you’re dead. im gonna smother you in your sleep. say goodbye- and probably starts chanting some curse in latin
  • but not the point
  • after what youngjae says jb actually finally gets the guts to ask you out on a real date, like you know after he picks you up from class
  • and it’s cute you guys go to a museum screening of a  documentary on rome and jb chats excitedly about it and you might not know half the terms he’s using but seeing him smile so much literally melts your heart into 23124 pieces
  • and after that well you know ITS HISTORY (i couldn’t resist)
  • you still get walked from class by jb except this time he gives you greeting kisses and like you have his hands around your waist while you two walk
  • and the entire campus is up in flames over you two
  • but you and jb just like enjoy each others company
  • and jb gets into the habit of comparing you to beautiful art pieces from the past and you’re like oh my god and i swear jb probably refereed to you as like an ethereal being once to youngjae and like youngjae never lets him live it down
  • at the campus Halloween party yall went as a mythical couple flower crowns, togas, you know all of it and it was literally the cutest couple costume ever (you guys made the college newspaper)
  • and jb loves just having you listen to him study latin out loud and you compliment how beautiful he sounds and he’s like what no;;;; and you’re like “jb you sound like a young scholar from the past” and he’s like aG?hfkow but he loves the praise. he loves it
  • jackson: “cupid really got you jb, didn’t he???” 
  • jb: “jackson you have three seconds to run.”
  • you and jb staying in to watch old movies but also jb takes you out dancing to one of the clubs in town and boYYYY  does he know how to GRINDDDD 
  • you and jb plan a study abroad to greece because it’s been his dream since he entered college and im not saying anything but you two + a hotel balcony + some wine + you know where im going with this 
  • jb getting you roses the morning after and also sneaking past the teacher whose supposed to be on guard duty LOL
  • but yes you and jb just cuddle together and you’re always in his lap with your hands around his neck, he loves when you kiss up his jawline
  • and that creep? the one that was bothering you from before? well one look at jb and he RUNS the opposite direction at the speed of light
  • and not even jb, the rest of college!got7 like corners him one day and is like: if you touch the love of jb’s life of jb - we will make sure to end you.
  • in conclusion: you and jb sharing eskimo kisses as mark makes a gagging face in the background GOODNIGHT 

anonymous asked:

ok idk if you're taking requests right now but if you could write a jin hybrid smut thing where jin's the hybrid that'd be great!! i dont think ive seen a hybrid seokjin smut yet and i love your writing!! if you could make it pretty smutty thatd be great! thanks :))

Strain:

The sound of the twisting door knob alerted you that your lover was back home. Smiling slightly to yourself, you shut the book in your hand smiling as your lover walked into the room. Seokjin slid off his shoes, his tail swishing from side to side as his ears flattened on his head. His eyes shifted around the room as he walked by the couch giving you a radiant smile that lightened up your heart and allowed you to smile back. His brown ears were tipped white, so was his fluffy brown tail that hugged his waist at the moment. His button down black shirt had the top three buttons undone. He had on gray skinny jeans that were cut at the knee, and he smelt like the loveliest scent of vanilla mixed in with a hint of musk.

“I’ve missed you.” You said softly, shuffling to pat the seat beside you and he eagerly took up your offer, his light brown eyes roaming over your face and body.

“I’ve missed you more jagi. Did you have a good day without me?” He asked rubbing his hand up and down your thigh softly, pulling you into his arms.

“I tried to have a good day without you, I didn’t do too much but cook for you, and read this book and sleep. I thought about you a lot. And I wanted to come and see you but I held myself back from doing so because I knew you were busy.” You frowned slightly realizing how much you relied on him and loved him.

“I felt the same. Except I didn’t have cooking responsibilities or did I read anything.. But I can’t help but think about how good tasting you would be.” Seokjin purred holding you close against his body licking against the shell of your ear.

“J-jin.” You moaned softly, your hands bracing on his chest. “At least eat food first.” You pouted playfully. Chuckling Jin kissed your lips again picking you up carrying you towards the kitchen. Sitting you down on a chair he grabbed at both of your plates placing one in front of each of you and the both of you started to eat and enjoy each other’s presence.

In a sick weird way, you had grown up with Seokjin. You found him when you were seven and he was a kitten. He didn’t transform until you were eighteen and moving out of your parent’s house explaining how animal and humans had different years hence the reason he stayed in his form so long, he also told you that he would transform while you were away from the house, or asleep until he learned how to control it. You two eventually ended up dating and you ended up becoming the fiancé of your kitten. No, it wasn’t easy, he wasn’t any old kitten. He was special he could hear better and see sharper than any human you knew. He had gained a lot of attention from how he looked so unique and beautiful- but you didn’t care you loved him anyway. He had eyes that always shifted color whenever he was feeling different moods or approaching his round of being in heat. Seeing his eyes shift to a blue color, you knew that the time would approach you both again and you also knew he would turn you down once again.

The last time you and Jin were ever intimate while he was in heat, he ended up scratching at your sides so hard with his nails that he tore skin, going between a state of kitten and male his eyes glowered a bright purple as he fucked you into the mattress to the point you were sobbing, begging him to stop from the overstimulation. A visible shudder rocked through your entire body, Jin could smell your sex, the heat he could feel from where he was sitting. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want you, but he couldn’t take you through that again. He almost lost himself when he was with you and that wouldn’t have been good for anybody.

The next few weeks passed by with his eyes shifting from light blue to a darker blue, to violet and finally resting at purple. Seokjin was also becoming more distant, trying to stay late at work or leave before you got up. He found himself literally fitting with each side of his being on what to do with you, he wanted you in every way and to make you scream for him and forget anything else but his name until you were a pathetic mess under him but he couldn’t do it to you because you were too precious and special to him. He had to treat you like you were a queen and nothing less because without you he wouldn’t have anything. He didn’t know who his mother was or who he was with before you came and scooped him up off the streets when he was younger, but he knew ever since he saw you he loved you, and that he wouldn’t change for anything in the world.

You were lounging across your bed, your fingers buried inside of your pussy as you tried to get yourself off. You knew that while Seokjin was in heat he wouldn’t touch you, and that meant you were frustrated all the time. It didn’t help that he walked around the house with a tank on or no shirt in general giving you a good look at his well-defined body or beautiful model face. You let out soft whimpers of his name, your fingers grazing your spot as your thumb brushed your bundle of nerves. You could just imagine his deep voice coaxing you to cum as he gave you kitten licks. Your white tank top was pressed against your flush body the sweat dripping on your foreheads and across your red cheeks. Your panties were pulled down to your knees holding your legs spread apart in the makeshift position you had them in, you were sure that your juices were starting to puddle on the sheets under you. One hand above your head grabbing at the edge of the bed for support you took loud gasps of air feeling your climax approach you.  

“Honey I’m home!” Jin announced playfully opening the door only to freeze in his place. His eyes raking over your body quickly, changing from an orangish color to a dark purple immediately. His ears tipped down and his tail swung side to side. You were so shocked that you didn’t even know how to react you just froze with your slick fingers buried in your heat.

“S-seokjin.” You murmured panting heavily scooting up a bit but he reached out a hand to stop you moving towards the bed he got down on his knees taking in your scent. Your sweet scent that was laced with heavy arousal he could practically taste. His lips connected to the inside of your parted thighs causing you to softly moan his name. You didn’t know what he was planning but feeling his plump limps on your skin made you just want to enjoy it all.

“Let me please you. I’ve neglected you haven’t I mistress?” The way he said those words made you shudder, what you loved about Seokjin was that he gave in and became your submissive letting you dominate him and take over control.

“Yes.. You’ve been such a bad boy.. Denying me like that.” You almost growled out. Seokjin moaned in his throat tearing your panties away from you he grabbed at your wrist to take your fingers from your soaked heat sucking on your digits to clean them. His thick tongue wrapping around each digit slowly to make sure he had sucked it all clean. He looked at you leaning down to lick up and down your pussy lips on the outside.

“I’m sorry for being so bad mistress. Can I make it better? Tell me what you want me to do to please you and I will.” He breathed out against your pussy, the heat causing you to shudder.

“Just take me, be as rough or gentle as you want. Just fuck me Jin. I miss feeling you.” Despite trying to dominate him, you were needy when you wanted to be and you needed him in this moment. Jin smirked at you holding your hand with one of his as he leaned forward to press his face against your pussy. He gave you two long kisses, his lips soon wrapping around your clit sucking on it. His tongue made a quick motion flicking up and down as he watched you through his dark brown bangs. He groaned tasting your essence on his tongue, you were so wet for him already. He used two fingers to slide inside of you knowing that you had stretched yourself out good enough. He started to thrust his fingers in and out of you at slow pace. Your hips pushed up against his mouth and his fingers, your hand moving to tangle in his soft locks pulling him closer to you.

“Mm, Jin please don’t stop.” He moaned against your skin, your lips twitching into a smirk as his tongue moved up and down your slit trying to taste more of you. “That’s right Seokjin.. You’re my good boy. Such a good boy keep going.” You could hear the light thumping of his tail against the floor his ears flexing as his tongue sped up the work on your sensitive wet pussy. He was driving you mad, replacing his fingers with his tongue he released your hand to grab at your hips pulling your pussy flush against his face. He watched you with his eyes seeming to darken from purple to gray as he tried to tongue fuck you until there was nothing left. He rolled his tongue on the inside of your pussy, vibrating it against your core. Your back arched as you cried out louder for him, eyes rolling back as your orgasm got closer. “Please Seokjin, I don’t want to wait anymore! Please fuck me. Hurry.” You cooed out.

It didn’t take him long before he was pulling back licking his lips clean and practically tearing off his clothes to climb on the bed. You did the same thing, quickly tearing off your shirt and bra pulling Seokjin down. You flipped your positions so that you were on top and straddling him. His hardened shaft stood up proud and tall in the air. Letting some spit fall from your mouth you gripped him with one hand stroking him, his precum also aided in making him a bit wetter for you to take in. After some time, you started to shift your hips rubbing your slit against his throbbing erection, Seokjin gripped at your hips but made no more to stop you. His nails were digging into your skin and you could see with his head thrown back, neck vein popping out of his neck from the strain how needy he was as well. You placed your opening against his head slowly sliding down on his dick, taking him in inch for inch. You winced slightly feeling the stretch for the first time in a while. Your hands braced on his chest, your legs coming back to bend and press against his knee. Waiting for him to adjust, you traced your fingers along his muscular chest biting on your bottom lip and only when you were sure you were ready you started to slam yourself down on his shaft slowly. Each time you took him in to the hilt letting him fill you up to the brim.

You kept a slow pace at first, rocking your hips back and forward as you rode him enjoying his little whimpers and mewls of pleasure. His reddened cheeks and shut eyes with his parted lips. His tail curled around his waist, and one of your hands reached down to stroke the sensitive tail causing him to sharply snap up his hips gasping. You gave a soft smirk, speeding up the pace until you were slamming yourself down on him. You weren’t going to last long; the buildup was becoming more intense with each time that your high approached. Leaning over to bite on his bottom lip you captured him in a kiss that was heated and changed from gentle to rough in the span of seconds. Your hips scooped and swirled taking him in deeper as you rode him letting him sink as far as he could into your depth. Seokjin trailed his hands down your back and you gave him two taps on the chest letting him know he could lose control. He gripped at your ass cheeks starting to slam you down on his dick, causing you to whimper against his lips. His hips rolled up against yours as he rocked into you shifting his angle until he was pounding against your g-spot. You wanted more from him so your hand gripped at his tail and started to stroke it, causing him to gasp in your mouth changing his thrusts from deep and long to short and sharp but he pressed against your spot every time. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs, your body writing and nails clawing at his chest as you whispered your warning to him. Seokjin didn’t care, he slapped your ass letting his nails bite into your skin once again as he fucked you into oblivion. In no time, you were cumming on his shaft, shaking and clutching onto his body as your high passed over you. He kept snapping his hips up fucking you harder for a few more thrusts and he pulled out quickly to cum on his lower stomach getting some of your ass and inside thighs. Jin slowed down gradually helping you both ride out your orgasm and then he peppered your face with kisses, but he made sure you knew that you were not leaving that bed anytime soon.


i’m so not pleased with this- forgive me anon it was really hard finding motivation.

anonymous asked:

who is pete wentz writing songs about?

mikey way. okay, here we go.

so, in the summer of 05 is when most people think it started because fob and mcr played warped together, but, they had also played the year before and thats when i think it started. as many know, pete single handedly wrote the entirety of from under the cork tree, which was released may 3rd of 2005, which means he had been writing some of it the previous summer. most of the album is quite cheery, depicting the emotions of someone who is battling some darker force within themselves, but is also experiencing a happiness from someone else they dont think they deserve or should have (short version: an emo is in love). also, theres the parallel between dance dance and favorite record- dance dance depicts a literal and emotional dance, and then in favorite record you have “i cant remember just how to forget the way we danced”. so, based on research and educated opinion, i believe that the petekey fling started in 04.

then, the next summer both bands were again picked for warped, which only intnsified the relationship. after weeks of spending excessive time with each other and attending each others shows, the media took notice. in an interview that summer, when asked about it he responded “me and pete wentz arent dating. we are both heterosexual males… sort of… maybe… umm… next!”. on may 16, 2005 mikey was spotted at a fueled by ramen show watching fob at house of blues wearing a white jacket that allegedly belonged to pete. a few days later, pete posted a list on live journal of things that get him hot and bothered. on taht list were a.having a crush on a person i speak to nearly every day and b.white denim jackets….

on tuesday, june 28, 2005, pete posted the following on livejournal: “Amazing New Mexico sunset. im hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey from my chem. its all orange and pink above us. we went to another water park again. i love high fives again. totally back in love.” on july fourth he posted an entry that ended with “hot and miserable but totally back in love”. on july 15 he posted “Though I am over hearing your thoughts on haircuts and pants. I’m over us trying to be perfect tens for your little eyes. We don’t care what you think of us. Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone elses hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay. No more rants. No more poetry. Not tonight. True love for the believers”. on july 17 he posted “wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldn’t have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you don’t know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss you”. which later became the song bang the doldrums, which was origionally titled summer of like (pete mentioned this in a rolling stones interview), which is now what fans call the relationship between pete and mikey in 05.

during that summer, fans claimed that mikey and pete didnt want to be photographed together, which is kind of suspicious…. but there are a few circulating the internet, and quite a few of mikey wearing clandestine (petes clothing line). at this time it was also common for fob and mcr to trade band members, mikey would play bass for fob so pete could take his mic into the crowd. pete also frequently watched mikey play with the stupidest smile on his face….

there are also fan reports of them being seen together. “ at my warped date i got there early in the morning and hung out by the fob bus because i wanted to get a pic with patrick and around 10 am the door opened and a very tired looking mikey stepped off with pete right behind him and they appeared to be holding hands until they saw the people around and they both refused to have their pictures taken together ”. and “during Fall Out Boy’s set (they were one of the closing bands that night) they dedicated one of the songs to Mikey, who was watching from the side of the stage. Pete said, “This song is about revenge. Right, Mikey? Revenge!” Mikey smiled and nodded, and during “Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy” he mouthed along to all the words.”

pete also posted at one point “i wish you were my bass, not just my friend”. on august 19 he posted “ Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I’m in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal”.

on september 4, pete posted “on the getaway car, the rush of blood to the head: it’s strange to find myself again back at the feelings of the blue cover after going through the red and the gold. its kind of always like that. i am sorry if i am not making any sense. but everybody likes to take chances and make bets. i always put my money on the longshots. and no matter where my head was in the world i always dreamed of waking up next to the biggest brown eyes i have ever seen/’meandyouunderneaththehoneymoon’. “go back to what it meant back then”: and you imagine yourself moving deep into the summer and disappearing, and for me it was always with you. and then things got crazy. you stopped calling me back. i stopped trying to call but not in my head. and then you got malicious but i’m guessing only because you learned from the best- take back your taste and all. i never thought it would be just me again. but that’s okay. we’re gonna hole up and wait it out. i feel like i can see for the first time, like i was born just in the last minute. wake me up. baby boy, you’re gonna be okay. hearts between our knees sticking to the summer sheets. are you catching my drift…. its gonna be alright. your love would be hell but its just not hot enough baby.” (Note… baby BOY)

after petes nudes were leaked, hey chris wrote him a public letter which contained the following: “you know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty. you know who im talking about and you know they’re not happy either.” and shortly after chris posted pic of him and mikey saying he’d “found new love”

the summer of 06, peter once again had some interesting things to say. on july 7 he posted “im so sorry, but not really. (‘straighten up and die right’) i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.” then the next day, on the 8th, he posted “the fraternal order of the handsome boy. ive been watching you from afar. my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the carcandy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding. ”youre the stranger ive been dreaming of”, stranger than any ive ever known. love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me. late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you to make you think of me the very same way i think of you. i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them. fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living. that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history. over and over again. how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else. how i get paid to be humble and arrogant at the same time,to be chased and never caught. that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you. that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care. youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away. the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up. i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden. i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. ”im blowing smoke rings around the moon….” i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.”

then, there is infinity on high, which is basically completely about mikey (especially bang the doldrums, because it was born on live journal right after that summer of like…) and ab/ap, due to the constant reiteration of a past love, my favorite being fourth of july with “you are my favorite what if, you are my best i’ll never know”

also othe fact that neither of them can hold a true relationship with women without it ending badly. perhaps because there is someone out there that they are simply destined to be with…. 


so yeah. pete wentz writes a lot of his music about mikey way.

Your own fault

Request: Hi ! I love your writing! Could you plesee write a smut about shawn nonstop teasing the reader at home like touching her leg, grinding and doing stuff that turns her on

Word count: 2069

Shawn had arrived home late, just after calling me that he would head over to Camila’s after the afterparty with some friends for a little hour. Normally i wasn’t the jealous type. But when i comes to her, all my senses get alarmed. Its also not that i dont trust Shawn, I’ve never trusted someone more. But i couldn’t help but fight the bad feeling i had in my stomach when i went to sleep last night. 

In the middle of the night i got woken up by shawn drunkenly stumbling into the bedroom, sitting on the bed. Slowly stroking the hair away from my forehead. I sat up looking at him, he had smiled and leaned in for a kiss. He tasted like vodka and mint. His lips pressing against mine hard as his hand tangled into my hair. His breathing was heavy, and just by the sound and the feeling of his exhale on my lips i knew that he was needy. He parted my lips with his tongue slowly laying me down. My eyes opened, looking at the clock next to the bed. 4.42am. 

I pushed a hand in between us as i slowly pressed it against his strong chest, breaking the kiss. “What” he exclaimed, looking offended. Clearly the drunken self speaking. “Shawn, it’s late, lets go to bed,” his mouth opened a bit before standing up, “what the hell,” he spoke. Deep down his words hurt, even though i knew he was drunk and just needed some. But i was tired, and not in the mood of just pleasuring him after coming three hours late home. Not that he wasn’t allowed to go out as long as he wanted. He was. It was just the fact, that he chose her over me. “Fine,” he spoke in disbelief as he walked off into the bathroom. I closed my eyes and sighed as i looked after his silhouette. 

The sun was shining through the fogged up window, the outsides looking damp and foggy making me feel like in a different world. The first rays of sunshine of the day were hitting my skin gently as i walked over to the coffee machine. My fingers hitting the known buttons and putting a cup under it. I sighed as i leaned my head against the fridge. I felt restless and tired, even though my sleep had been heavier as ever before. Shawn was still sleeping, probably sleeping out the hangover he was supposed to have when he woke up.

My hands traced the cold marble of the table i was leaning against. My chest feeling heavy. I took the mug as the machine had filled it to the top. I closed my eyes as i walked towards the balcony. Standing in front of the glass door for a while before opening it and grabbing a blanket from the stool nearby. 

The air was cold and fresh against my tired eyes. I slowly sat down on the couch as i breathed in the still silent and heavy air. Closing my eyes, as i distant sound of footsteps caught my attention. I turned my head, and staring through my own reflection of the glass door i could see shawn tapping slowly around the kitchen. I smiled gently, watching his tall figure without ease gripping mug and filling it with water. He leaned against the counter just as i had done a few minutes ago. I couldnt help but stare at him. Even after a long night he was still the most effortless beautiful human being. 

And as if he could feel my gaze on him, his head turned towards me before making his way over to the doors. His hands gripping the handle lightly before pushing the door open. His bare feet were walking across the cold stones of the balcony before he sat next to me. His eyes wandering about my figure. Sitting outside in nothing else but a knitted sweater. His hands slowly resting on my naked thigh. 

“Been sleeping well?” he spoke, a undertone which i couldnt quite identify in his voice. 

“Could have been better,” i admitted, “what about you?” 

His dark eyes roaming my face as he smirked, his thumb caressing my skin, making it feel sore under his touch. 

“Could have been better,” he spoke. Repeating my exact words, his hand running up my thigh. His fingertips grazing my skin softly and tenderly. He grabbed on my skin as it made red spots appear. I sighed at his touch. He leaned in closer as his lips touched my neck slowly. I leaned my head back against the wall, his mouth sucking bruises into my skin as i sighed. His hands massaging my inner thigh. My lips trembling as his wet lips moved up to my ear. Teeth slowly nibbling gone my earlobe. He breathed out, his hot breath hitting my neck. His hand moving up my thigh, slowly scratching over the lace thong i was wearing. “You’re so fucking hot,” he spoke. 

A small moan escaped my parted lips as my eyes were closed. Feeling pure pleasure by such a little touch from him was overwhelming. And just as fast all of that had happened he drew his hand away and grabbed his coffee. I smirk painted all over his face. I blinked a few times before staring at him. His muscles clenching as he tried to hide the smile which was playing on his lips. I grabbed my coffee as he stood up. 

I pressed my legs together as i watched him. My hand resting on the red marks he had left on my thigh, “I’m heading to the studio,” he spoke, my hands grazing the skin slowly closing my eyes, “and y/n,” i looked up at him, he smiled as he added “don’t you dare touch yourself before i get hime again,” 

I looked after him as he went into the bedroom. “Fuck,” i whispered as i closed my eyes. My skin burning. My feet hitting the cold ground before going into the apartment. He came out of the bedroom as i closed the door behind me. He was dressed in a tighsitting long-sleeved shirt and black jeans, even though it was such a normal look, he looked gorgeous. He walked towards me as he slowly grabbed my chin. His lips crashing onto mine hungrily. His hand roaming my body.

I pressed myself closer to him, trying to get more of him. His teeth scraping my bottom lip as he sucked on it lightly. “Until later babe,” he spoke. Letting me stand there, eager for more. Eager for more of him

The day passed on slowly. So slowly i felt like the seconds on a minute had doubled. All i could think of was Shawn, and how badly i needed him. And just as his words replayed in my head: dont touch yourself. Even though that thought hadn’t occurred to me before he had spoken them, it seamed harder than anything else. So i had to occupy my mind with something else while waiting for him to return. 

Hour after hour passed, as i right now was standing at the stove, warming up some broccoli and chicken. Fumbling with keys at the door could be heard, which caught my full attention. Finally the door opened and shawns tall figure came into the room. “Hi baby,” he spoke as he walked up behind me. The cold from the night radiating off him, making me feel like burning. 

He pressed a hard kiss to my temple before taking off his jacket. I breathed in hardly before returning my eyes to the boiling water. Suddenly a big hand grabbed my waist hard. “Shawn,” i muttered before focusing on his touch. His thumbs massaging my sides. His tall figure standing behind me. He pressed himself closer to me. My bum pressing against his crotch. 

I leaned my head back trying to find his gaze. But his hand grabbed my hair as he pushed himself closer to me. I pressed myself against him, his hips slowly moving into mine. His lips attacking my neck. 

“Shawn you can’t just do this,” i whispered as his grip on my waist got rougher. 

“Do what,” he whispered, as i closed my eyes sighing. 

He pressed his hips closer to mine, “this?” he spoke, his hand gliding down my cheek, over my lip, down my breasts and my stomach, “or this,” he whispered as his hot breath hit my ear. His fingers trailing over my jeans, down to my center, “or this,” his hand wandering up to my neck, caressing it as he pressed himself closer, 

“All of it,” i whispered, my voice cracking as he sucked hardly on my neck before pulling away from me. 

He chuckled as he drew away from me once again. Making my cheeks flush, anger rising in me. Why was he playing me like that. I took the dishes and put the food on the plates before silently walking over to the table. Shawn sat opposite me. I stared at him. Not actually knowing what today had been about. “Shawn,” i began as i played wit the broccoli on  my plate. 

“What love,” he spoke as his foot caressed mine under the table. 

“What’s up with you today,” i spoke, my eyebrows furrowing looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders smiling.

“What would be up?” he spoke, his eyes staring into mine. They twinkled with amusement, which made the heat rise to my cheeks even more. 

“It’s just -” my sentence stopped as my breath hitched in my throat. His feet slightly dragging over my legs, and i had enough. I slammed down my fork and looked at him. He looked back in shock not knowing what was happening. In one swift motion i was at his chair, pushing him back hard. “Babe-” he spoke, but before he could continue i slammed my lips on his. 

Enough was enough. My legs going on each side of his legs. HIs hands grabbing my hair roughly. I grinded my hips into his as i pressed myself closer to him. I needed him. He smiled into the kiss, as i parted his lips with my tongue. My hands roaming his broad shoulders, grabbing his hair by the roots and pulling hard on them. Leaving his mouth agape. 

“Finally,” he spoke as i broke the kiss to attach my lips to his neck. Planing soft and wet kisses down his neck vein. His hand digging into my scalp, the other one moving my hips against his. I sucked hard on the soft skin just in the crook of his neck, making him whimper under me. Now i was the one smiling. My hips moving harder against him each and every second, the friction between our jeans turning me on further. 

“Fuck,” he whispered as my hands grabbed his arms hard, my nails digging into his skin. My mouth working on his neck, leaving red and purple marks, marking him as mine. “Maybe you should show Camila this, next time you are around hers,” it slipped out of my mouth as i but down on his shoulder. He moaned, suddenly sounding all tender. 

His hand slowly grabbed my chin. “So this is what this is about,” he spoke, sounding almost angry. “What Shawn?” i spoke. “You are jealous,” i looked at him, thinking if i should admit it or just play it cool, 

“do i have a reason to be?” i spoke our eyes burning into each other. In one swift motion his hands were around me and he stood up, carrying my weight. Slamming my back into the nearest wall. I moaned out in pain. 

“Would i ever do this to Camila,” he spoke as he kissed me hardly, pressing his body closer - if even possible - to mine my shoulders pressing hard against the cold wall. 

“I dont know would you,” i spoke back, knowing it would set him off. His eyes were lightning. His lips slammed against mine as his tongue fought against mine. His hands slipping in between our bodies as he rubbed me over the jeans, leaving me in moans. 

“You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, and its going to be your own fault,” he whispered against my neck as he slowly bit down on my shoulder, before pressing his hips against mine. 


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A/N i never make these as you know, but i’m kinda out of inspiration but wanted to give you some content. So thats why this is actually so shitty. Maybe ill make a part 2, i dont know yet. 
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You Get What You Give (Escalate)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.

Word Count: 1,869

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Extreme Sadness, Death, Crying, (This is all over the place)

A/N: Just a disclaimer that this chapter has to be carefully read because it is honestly a mess and I put a lot of different elements in it that probably won’t make sense! So sorry!

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Exploration - Rhycien

Here it is! The Rhycien prequel from Don’t Look Back that you can find the entire masterlist here. You don’t need to read DLB, because at the end of the day this is just teenage Rhycien touching dicks in a cupboard. Yeah. 

So as you can tell, this is super NSFW. 

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Originally posted by la-ragazza-degli-abbracci

Lucien was becoming tired of parties, he thought as he sat on the only sofa amidst a crowded room full of 16 year olds drinking from their parent bought alcohol.

His best friend had already dragged his other best friend off to god knows where to do god knows what and now Lucien was going to drink his misery away. He remembered the apologetic look on Feyre’s face as Tamlin pulled her away, leaving him alone and unwilling to find people elsewhere. There was a very short list of people of which Lucien could bare to even look at for more than 45 seconds, so he decided getting pissed by himself was the better alternative to making new friends. 

Sipping his almost empty bottle of cheap beer -was it the third or fourth one? He couldn’t tell - he watched the room buzz around him. From the girls dancing to the constant snapchats, to the boys watching the girls dance with open intent that made Lucien almost gag, to Cassian Spera drunkenly break dancing. He had every intention to just leave then and there.

But his lone time was interrupted by none other than the high school’s most beloved prick. One who happened to be on the list of those who Lucien couldn’t bare for more than 45 seconds, or in this case, it only took less than a second for Rhys’ presence was to be simply unbearable.

“How’s my favourite-“

“Fuck off, Rhysand. I’m not your favourite anything,” he deadpanned, unwilling to engage, unwilling to participate in the games that Rhysand Spera liked to play.

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What Are We?~Simon D

Originally posted by sukiiieee

Genre: A little smut, Fluff

Warnings: some swearing

Words: 1052


I arched my back gripping the sheets.
This was the fourth night this week I found myself in Jung Ki-seok’s bed.
He had my legs over his shoulders giving him perfect leverage to work magic with his tongue over my sensitive bud.
I mumbled his name over and over as if it were the most important thing in the world.
A wave of pleasure hit me, my chest heaved as I tried to even out my breathing.
Ki-seok set my legs down and got up. He pulled on some boxers then handed me my underwear and one of his shirts.
I lazily put them on before letting myself fall back onto the comfy bed.
He pulled the covers up over me as my eyes began to droop.
We had 3 go arounds before he treated me causing me to be exhausted.
Ki-seok laid down next to me.
“Goodnight.” Was the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep.

It all started a few months ago, I was at the club with my friends; my friends being none other than the record label AOMG.
I am a dancer and MV actress, I met and became close to the crew by starring in a few of their videos.
My closest friend was Hyun-jung, she helped teach me to have a backbone to take the teasing from the “adult’s” she works with.
What she didn’t prepare me for was the constant flirting from Jung Ki-seok, better known as Simon Dominic.
Since I had started hanging around them he had always been polite yet cold, but as the night would go on and the alcohol kept coming he would get more and more flirtatious.
We had found dark corners to make out in and explore one another’s bodies with our hands.
Of course once the alcohol wore off we were once again civil and acted as if we weren’t close at all.
That is until one night the alcohol really got to us and I found myself in a taxi on my way to his place.
I don’t remember much of our first time having sex, but what followed was a whirlwind of booty calls and immense teasing outside of the bedroom.
That is until now, it started to change. We were starting to click more and become friends, friends who at night fucked each other into the early hours of the morning.
When we first started our little thing, he would still flirt with other girls and it was acceptable for me to dance with other guys.
But after a while it felt wrong to me, I dont know why it did. It wasn’t like I was in love with him or anything…
Soon I stopped dancing with other guys unless it was one of the AOMG dudes that were harmless.
I couldn’t help but notice that Ki-seok slowly stopped flirting with other girls and often turned down invites for drinks and other activities.

I sat on the couch of the AOMG VIP section nursing a gin and tonic.
“So what’s the deal with you and Ki-seok?” The voice of my best friend, Hyun-jung asked sitting next to me.
I looked over at her with a confused expression on my face.
“What are you talking about?” I asked,
She rolled her eyes.
“You only dance with the dorks from AOMG now, and Ki-seok who never used to turn down a girl who wanted to buy him a drink is doing so… So whats the deal?” She stated.
If I was completely sober I would’ve come up with an excuse for our change in behaviors. But my clouded brain couldn’t come up with anything so I shrugged.
“We have been fucking for about 2 months now. You know the night they had the performance at the other club in Gangnam? I don’t remember it much but apparently it was good because I keep going back-”
“And that’s enough, c'mon Eun-Byul.” Ki-seok said helping me up.
I waved to Hyun-jung who started at us with an arched brow.

The ride in the taxi was different.
Usually its filled with teasing and a bit of foreplay.
This time he simply held my hand drawing circles on my knuckles with his thumb.
“Was I wrong to tell Hyun-jung?” I asked softly.
“No, not necessarily. I think we should establish what we even are first before we start telling people though.”
I nodded and rested my head in his shoulder.
Once we arrived to his apartment building he paid the taxi driver and we went inside. Ki-seok’s hand never left mine.
We had never really held hands before but I liked it a lot.
I sat on the couch and he brought me a water to start sobering me up.
He sat next to me and took sips of his own water.
“So what are we?” I asked breaking the silence.
“In the beginning I figured, ‘friends with benefits’, but as we kept doing it, it became ‘friends with attachments’ and now we are here.” He said.
“What’s here?”
“I like you, a lot.” He said as he once again took my hand in his rubbing my knuckles softly.
I studied our hands for a moment before looking back up at him.
“I like you too.” I responded.
Ki-seok’s lips began to pull up on the edges, his smile was contagious and I soon found myself smiling as well.
He leaned in slowly and softly pressed his lips to mine, this kiss was different from our usual feverish kisses. I liked it quite a bit. He pulled away grinning.
“May I take you on a date Friday night?” He asked.
“I will have to check my calender to see if I can fit you in.”
He clicked his tongue and I giggled.
“Of course, I would absolutely love to go on a date with you.” I pecked his lips before getting up and walking toward his room.
“Yahh where are you going?” He asked.
“To find one of your cozy hoodies.” I replied entering his bedroom.
“Don’t bother you won’t be wearing it long!” He called.
I laughed as I raided his closest. Sure we had an unconventional beginning but that wouldn’t stop us from moving forward into a happy, playful relationship.


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