i just got hot all of a sudden


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“Once I got accepted to Gobelins, I got very torn up because all of a sudden I realized I’d have to leave all the friends I’d made in Savannah and for a hot second I wanted to turn down my spot. But my friends gave me a pretty much unanimous ‘ARE YOU AN IDIOT?’ so I went.”

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6am: ArchiexReader

hey guys, just a quick oneshot that I threw together. idk, having major archie feels. feedback would be appreciated if you don’t hate it. 

Summary: Archie waking you up in the middle of the night. Basically just complete fluff.

Originally posted by juggiehead

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One hot summers day, I decided to go to the beach to cool off.I pulled in at the large carpark which was relatively near the water. My car was stationed front on and touching the curb. In front of me was a footpath for access to the beach, and just behind the path were five showers where bathers could rinse all the sand and salt from their swim wear and hair. The showers were only five yards directly in front of me. A young mum was showering herself and washing her hair out. She had a stunning figure and I could make out her pubic mound and her hard nipples. Just looking at her body made me so hot, I got an instant erection. I was only wearing a pair of surfing board-shorts, with an elastic waist. I slipped my hand down the front of my shorts and started wanking away, fantasizing about having sex with her. After a few minutes, she was joined by another shapely female in a rather skimpy yellow bikini. I was taking my time as the view and feeling was so pleasurable. If I didn’t cum with the two women in the showers in front of me, I could easily wait until someone else came along. All of a sudden without warning, I heard a woman’s voice come through my front passenger side window saying ‘I see what you are doing, are you enjoying the show?’ I turned to my left and saw a woman, probably in her twenties, shorts and bikini top, with her head beside my car window with a big smile on her face. I was so embarrassed, I started stammering some excuse which she didn’t accept. She knew I was perving on the women in the open showers and getting my rocks off looking at them.The woman then asked me to pull my shorts down and wank off with her watching, or else she would let the other women know what I was doing. I was shamed but didn’t want the other women to know what I was doing. I had no choice but to pull down my shorts and expose myself to her wishes. I was still hard and the woman commented to me 'Very nice, keep stroking.’ I looked at the two bathers in the shower and wrapped my fist around the head of my penis and kept stroking until I cum. I have always been a shooter and before long, I squirted my first load onto the windscreen in front of me. The second and third squirt went over the steering wheel while the rest of my cum oozed onto the front seat between my legs. The woman smiled at me and commented on my huge squirt and told me 'Let that be a lesson to you’ Don’t do it again or I shall report you to the police.   

Hold Me

Originally posted by fiendfyrx

Hey Anon, super cute prompt. I hope the below is fluffy enough.

“I don’t want you to go home yet.” She admitted to him as they were approaching her house. He had held her at the diner, they hadn’t talked much more about their revelations to each other before deciding to walk home.

“I don’t want to either.” He agreed. He didn’t want to leave her alone. After seeing those marks he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave her. A deep need to protect her had risen up in him.

“Maybe we could watch a movie.“ She had enjoyed spending time together just the two of them, enjoying a moment of being two normal teenagers going out to the movies, sharing popcorn and snuggling up to one another. She wanted to capture that feeling again.

“Okay, signal when the coast is clear.” They had done this so many times now him sneaking up to her room that they both knew the drill. Betty was sure that her mum was in bed by now. She seemed to have a different set of rules for Betty spending time with Jughead. There was no way on earth she would have been able to go to bed if it was Archie or Veronica that she was having a late night milkshake at Pop’s with but he seemed to have earned himself a free pass from Alice Cooper which he was very grateful for.

She pressed her lips against his a chaste kiss promising more to come. He watched as she entered through the front door. He should know better than to take the risk sneaking into Betty’s room with her mother in the house. Most of their secret rendezvous took place when Alice Cooper was working late at the newspaper. But Betty had revealed something deep and personal to him and he wanted to be there for her, plus he was not keen to re-enter the Andrews home which was sure to be a disaster zone. Archie had wanted to throw the big party he could deal with the big clean up.

He stayed hidden in the bushes waiting for the tell tale sign of her lamp flashing on and off before he grabbed the ladder from the side of the house placing it gently onto the side of the house resting just underneath the window ledge.

She was sitting on her bed, crossed legged as he entered through the window. Her laptop open in front of her. He sat on the edge of her bed, feeling the usual nervousness that came with being alone with her in her bedroom. The expectations that he would act as any other teenage boy in their girlfriend’s room alone suddenly weighing heavily on him. 

“So what will it be birthday boy.” There was a playfulness in her tone. As she moved the laptop to face him.  He carefully looked through the list of films at their disposal. 

She examined his face in the soft light of the laptop . The dark bruise around his eye and the cut on his cheek the result of his fight with Chuck. The fight he had gotten in because of her. Despite it all, despite her throwing a party that he didn’t want, and her lies here he was. She had bared to him her darkest secret, something that she had never revealed to anyone and he hadn’t recoiled from her, he had taken her scarred hands in his own and kissed them gently. Accepting all of her. 

“It looks painful.” She commented. 

“I should have done it sooner, as soon as he started I should have stopped him. I’m ashamed that I didn’t.”

“Hey not your fault.” She took his hands. “And you were there for me tonight. Plus it looks very rebellious. Almost could I say hot?” She winced as the words came out not sure how he would react. She knew that Jughead was not one to graciously accept compliments especially those that commented on his physical appearance a lifetime of being the weird kid and trying to remain invisible as possible had made him shy and unsure of himself. A blush spread across his cheeks at her comment. He pulled his beanie off and nervously ran a hand through his hair. A curl falling over his bruised eye. She pushed it back away from his eyes, and he looked up to meet hers. “Sorry I know you don’t like…” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as he pulled her onto his lap. His hands moving to her hips immediately holding her in place as his lips assaulted hers. There was a passion and ferocity in his kiss that was different to their usually chaste and gentle kisses in the privacy of her room. She moaned as his tongue swept her bottom lip begging for entrance, she gasped at the movement and he seized on the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His hands were in her hair pulling her golden locks from the restrictive hairstyle she seemed to favour. He pulled back to examine her, eyes blown wide, lips plump and a delicious shade of pink as a result of their kisses.

“Well looks like I got my birthday wish after all.” He smiled at her as she remembered the way he had looked at her when he had said those words earlier that evening. He was looking at her just like that now. He had to admire how beautiful she looked with the soft light from her laptop now cast aside on her bed highlighting her face. 

He felt a sudden pang in his chest. And thought to himself that he may be falling in love with her.

“Is it wrong that I find this hot as hell.” She let out in a breathy whisper. “You defending my honour.” She returned her lips to his, kissing him deeply, letting her hands loose in those waves he usually kept so well hidden. Her lips then trailed to his cheek gently brushing against the cut on his cheek.

“I’m glad you came back.” She whispered. She had felt the relief wash over her when he had re-entered the kitchen after the fight with Chuck. When she couldn’t find him after the punches were thrown she felt for sure that he had been repulsed by the secrets Chuck had revealed about her. That he had headed for the hills and she couldn’t really blame him. But he hadn’t he took her hand and lead her away from all the chaos to the safe haven of Pop’s and a vanilla malt milkshake to share.

“Me too.” He agreed as he felt her lips deliver a feather-light kiss to his bruised eye. Without meaning to she let out a yawn. One that he couldn’t help but imitate.

“Sorry.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She could feel her eyes closing safe in the warmth of his body. “I was up so early this morning, and.” She paused, another blush spreading across her cheeks as she nuzzled against his neck. “Trust me I really want to continue this.” Her lips brushed gently against his neck and he tightened his arms around her.

“It’s okay, Betty. It’s late and there will be other times.” His hand in her hair directed her to look into his eyes and she could see that he was being honest with her.

“Juggie could you just hold me? Just until I fall asleep.” Those wide trusting eyes would be the death of him. He would do anything just to have her look at him like that.

“Sure.” She moved off his lap allowing him to lay down on her bed, his torso propped up by her seemingly endless supply of pillows. She followed him, laying her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her snug against his body. He felt that need to protect her rising up again. She could hear his heart beating steadily against her ear. Its steady rhythm lulling her into a gentle sleep. 

He knew he should leave when she fell asleep, he couldn’t afford to be in Alice Cooper’s bad books. He had to admit to himself that he was enjoying coming over for early breakfasts, staying for the occasional dinner. It almost felt a little like a family should, even despite all he knew about how imperfect it really was, he couldn’t help but be drawn to it. But he stayed, rubbing his hand gently along her back until sleep eventually overtook him as well.

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a/n: here it is, my submission for this year’s irbb!! it’s my first time writing ir so i was incredibly nervous. i want to give huge, huge thanks to @daethberry​ for putting up with me, throwing out some ideas for the fic, giving advice & looking over the first half of the fic back in decemeber,  @sequencefairy​ for being so sweet & helpful. thank you so much for beta’ing this incredibly long mess of a fic! the final result wouldn’t be what it is without your help! & finally, @princessmariedeathberry​ for being the best irbb partner i could ask for and throwing in some amazing suggestions for the fic (including the title of the fic). this is only the 1st chapter of the fic. you guys can check out the rest of the story on ao3.

ao3: ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch.3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 

*(edits with more art to be made later on) links to @princessmariedeathberry ’s art: 1

summary: Kurosaki Ichigo’s the lead singer in one of the most successful J-rock bands. Kuchiki Rukia is a Japanese native who’s gained international recognition for her outstanding vocal and dancing skills as a member in one of K-pop’s most iconic girl groups. They are now engaged to be the next virtually married couple on a variety TV show where they’ll be expected to complete weekly missions and live the newlywed life. An IR We Got Married AU full of pure, tooth-rotting IR fluff we all deserve.

“So, I was informed this morning you’ve been cast as one half of the next couple on We Got Married, Kuchiki.” Kuchiki Rukia, who was currently sitting across from her long time manager and close confidant Matsumoto Rangiku, in a trendy little café not far from her group’s entertainment company, nearly choked on the sip of scalding hot tea she had just taken at the sudden remark.

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Caffeine (pt 1)

Originally posted by wooyoung

Member: Exo Chen/Jongdae

Type: Fluff/Slight Angst/Future Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

You knew it wasn’t worth crying over, and in a few weeks you’d look back and think about how stupid you were to cry over something like this. Then again, in a few weeks the pain would be a dull pulse in your chest, so of course you wouldn’t think it was a big deal. Right then, as you handed the customer in front of you her coffee and forced yourself to smile, you felt like there was a knife plunging through your chest.

It hurt like hell.

Every few minutes, you felt the tears begin to form, but you inhaled shakily and swallowed down your sadness, and went back to making lattes, macchiatos, cappuccinos, and trying busy your mind. When you were at the register, customers seemed to ignore your pain, and you were kind of grateful. You knew the second someone mentioned how swollen your eyes looked or how tired you looked or how your voice cracked mid-sentence you’d probably break right then and there.

Your shift would be over in twenty minutes minutes, and you almost dreaded it ending because you knew that once you got home, you wouldn’t have an excuse to not cry anymore. You took another shaky breath as you poured the milk into the latte you were making, hearing the bell ring as another customer walked in.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” you chimed, thankful your voice didn’t crack that time. You set the finished latte on the counter for the customer before moving back to the register. They man in front of you was looking down at his open wallet, searching for money as you asked, “May I take your order?”

“Yeah, uh, I’d like a-” the second he looked up at you he stopped talking and his eyes widened. You kept the tight smile on your face as you waited for him to continue, but his eyes stayed on your face, his mouth slightly open as he watched you. “H-hey, are you alright?”

God, no.

You felt that stab in your chest again as his eyebrows scrunched together. You shook your head keeping the smile plastered on your face, knowing that the tears had already started forming at your waterline. “May I take your order?” you choked out again silently, and you watched his expression became more worried as your face began to twist into an expression of pain.

“You’re not okay, are you?” he asked gently, his head tilting to the side delicately. You watched him bite his bottom lip, looking behind him to double check that there was no line before leaning in closer. “What’s wrong?”

Did you know this man? He was being much too kind for a stranger, and you let the first few tears fall onto your cheeks as he watched you. Maybe he was a regular? Whatever it was, you shook your head, wiping the tears with your sleeve as you tried smiling again.

“It’s fine,” you choked, taking a breath. “Would you like to order something, sir?” You watched his Adam’s apple bob as his mouth opened to speak, but words didn’t come out. Suddenly you heard the door chime again, and you looked up at the girl who walked in.

She called your name, smiling before she walked closer and noticed the expression on your face. Her smile faltered as she walked closer to you looking around the small café to make sure other customers hadn’t noticed your plight.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, and you shook your head quickly, biting your lip and trying to compose yourself. She looked to the customer in front of you, her eyes widening. “Is this your boyfriend?” The word sounded bitter in her mouth, and now it was bitter in yours too.

The customer shook his head and opened his mouth to protest. “No, I just noticed she was upset is all. We’ve never met really,” he explained, and your friend turned back to you.

“Is this because of your stupid boyfriend?” she asked, her tone harsher than you would’ve expected from such a close friend. You both had started at the café around the same time, and became friends because of it, and since you began telling her about your relationship, she’d protested. She’d hated him since the beginning and now you wished you’d listened to her.

You looked at her solemnly, swallowing hard before responding quietly, “I…um I don’t have one anymore.” You looked down at your hands, embarrassed by the scene you were probably causing. You heard your friend sigh before rushing behind the counter to rub your back gently.

“Excuse me,” said the kind man again, and you looked up to meet his eyes once again. “If you don’t mind me asking, when does your shift end?”

You looked at your watch, biting your lip as you mumbled, “Fifteen more minutes.” Your friend rubbed your back, her tone suddenly softer as she spoke to you again.

“I’ll take over now, it’s alright. You should go home, I’ll come over after my shift, okay?” She gave you and encouraging smile and you nodded quietly as you took off your apron, walking to the back to grab your things. As you left, you could hear your friend turning to the kind customer. “Sorry about that, sir. May I take your order?”

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation as you hung up your apron and grabbed your bag, rubbing the tears out of your eyes. You walked out, coming out from behind the counter with your back slung over your shoulder when someone at a table suddenly grabbed your wrist. You jumped slightly before turning to the the smiling customer from before.

He chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling at your expression. “Do you want to sit and talk to me for a bit?” he asked, his chin jutting out to the seat across from his. “I got you a drink too. Latte macchiato, right?” You turned to the cup across from him, realizing he’d probably asked your friend what you liked.

“I…thank you,” you said awkwardly, suddenly feeling shy in front of the kind man. “Um oh I can pay you!” your hands moved to your back but he protested immediately.

“No, no it’s on me, really, don’t worry about it,” he reassured before smiling again widely. “Will you sit with me? I promise I’m good company.” He bit his lip, his eyes still smiling and you let the corners of your mouth lift upward slightly.

You nodded gratefully, taking the seat across from his as his grin widened, and you took the chance to finally take in the man in front of you. His slightly ruffled dark hair just barely touched his eyebrows, which looked slightly tilted as he smiled. His eyes were crescents, the corners crinkling. If his smiling eyes weren’t infectious enough, then his smile definitely was. His bow shaped upper lip curled as he flashed his white teeth, making you want to smile as well.

“Oh!” His smiled suddenly faltered and his eyes widened as he continued, “I’m Jongdae, it’s nice to meet you! Don’t worry I know your name, I read it off your nametag earlier.”

You smiled again, replying, “It’s nice to meet you too. Um thank you so much for this,” you pointed down at the drink. “Oh um and for noticing that I was down. Thank you. I mean, it’s nice and all that you said something.”

“Wait, how long is your shift?” he asked again, curiously.

“Four hours.”

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, his eyebrows scrunching together. “You’re telling me that you’ve been standing there for four hours and nobody asked you if you were okay? Nobody said anything? For four hours?” his pitch rose as he gave you an incredulous look.

“Well, you said something,” you began, not really sure why he was so concerned. Earlier you had been glad that nobody said anything, but now that Jongdae had mentioned it, you realized exactly how much you wanted someone to notice that you weren’t okay.

His tongue peeked out to lick his lips, and he sighed, blinking down at his drink before looking up again with another small smile on his face. “Drink some before it gets cold, okay?” He Took a sip of his own drink before continuing. “So…would you like to tell me what’s wrong? I know we just met, but sometimes talking to strangers can be really helpful.”

There was that stab in your chest again, and he seemed to notice the change in your demeanor because he leaned forward, his expression becoming softer. You swallowed hard, and nodded.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? You…I mean you really don’t have to do this, I barely know you-”

He laughed suddenly, and you felt your cheeks grow hot by his sudden outburst. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “It’s just that I got you coffee, asked if you were okay, asked you to sit with me and you’re asking me if I mind? I don’t mind at all! I just want you to be okay.”

You moved to touch one of your burning cheeks as you replied, “Thank you…but um, why are you so…interested?” You tried to ask politely but the second the words came out of your mouth you regretted saying them. He smiled again.

“I’m interested because you looked really upset, and I don’t exactly know how you feel right now but I know that nobody deserves to feel like that.”

Did you deserve to feel like this? Your head turned to your friend at the counter, who was diligently taking over the last part of your shift so you could be comfortable. The same friend that you didn’t listen to when she told you that your boyfriend was a complete asshole. The pang of pain was back again, and you bit your lip, reaching for your drink to take a sip and try to swallow the sadness.

“Um…well where should I start?” you asked, and he chuckled again.


So you did. You told this complete stranger everything about your last relationship, explaining how you two met on a trip and immediately hit it off. When he asked you out, you agreed immediately despite your friends protests claiming that he didn’t seem to be a great guy. The relationship was rocky but you held on, thinking that things would even out. Yesterday, however, you walked into his apartment to find him with another girl. You were sick to your stomach, watching him touch her and kiss her. You only made your presence known after realizing that he may have been tricking her as well.

“Wait so,” he interrupted quickly, staring at you wide-eyed once again. “You told them that you were there only because you were worried that she was being played by him too?” You nodded awkwardly and his jaw dropped. “You…wow that’s really cool actually.” You felt your face heat up again as he smiled at you, feeling slightly proud that you didn’t just walk out of his place crying.

“Well yeah, so that’s the story. I know I’m really pathetic for crying about this but I just feel really hurt that someone would actually do that to me and I was such an idiot for not listening to the people who actually cared about me,” you rambled.

He shook his head, “I don’t think it’s pathetic at all. I mean we’re all human, we all feel pain. I-” His eyes suddenly widened and he looked down at his phone, muttering a curse before looking back to you apologetically. “Hey, I’m actually in the middle of moving and the truck’s here and I’m late and I’m so sorry but I’ll have to go. You…you’re not leaving here anytime soon right? Like you’ll keep working here?”

You chuckled at the odd question and nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah, I’ll be here. Thank you so much for this, and I’m so sorry for holding you up for so long-”

“No,” he reassured, shaking his head. “I enjoyed this, really. Do you feel better?” You nodded slightly and he grinned. “That’s great. I’m going to head out now, but it was really nice meeting you! I’ll come back whenever I can.”

He waved as he stood and left, and as soon as the bell jingled when he walked out, your friend came out from behind the counter and rushed to your side.

“He’s cute, right? Did you get his number?” she asked excitedly and you laughed, shaking your head.

“Well I just got out of a relationship so-”

“So what? I mean, look at him…You don’t find cheekbones like that everyday, okay?”

You both laughed, your chest feeling much lighter than before. You stood, wrapping your arms around your friend’s shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you before,” you said, and she rubbed your back soothingly.

“Hey…it’s alright. It happens to all of us. If you really want to make up for it then go after the cheekbone cutie because I will be very disappointed if you don’t at least try to go for that. He was flirting with you and everything-”

You laughed again, glad to have her in a good mood. You sighed, looking at the time and realizing that you should probably head home. You told your friend not to worry about you, knowing that she was probably exhausted too and told her she should go home and relax a bit.

As you headed home, you thought of Jongdae, laughing as you replayed the image of your friend gushing over his cheekbones. You were grateful to him for turning around your whole day, and you smiled as walked into your building, remembering his infectious smile. You were so lost in your thoughts that you almost bumped into someone just as you were about to reach your door.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorr-” you began before your eyes landed on the infectious smile of the man in front of you. “Jongdae?”

He laughed, “We meet again. What are you doing here?”

You pointed to the door of your apartment. “Um that’s my place. I live here. What are you doing here?” you asked, your heart racing as you watched the grin overtake his expression, his hand moving up to ruffle his already tousled hair. With his free hand, he pointed to the apartment across from yours, the one that was empty since your old neighbors had moved out.

“I live here.”

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The Signs As Lloyd Irving Quotes

Aries: “Do you ever say anything original?”

Taurus: “I don’t quite get it, but I got it!”

Gemini: “I just had a sudden, violent urge to abandon you.”

Cancer: “He just called you a fool.”

Leo: “ What will you accomplish by dying? Nothing! There is no meaning in dying!”

Virgo: “I’ve lost all confidence as a man.”

Libra: “I lied, it’s actually hot.”

Sagittarius: “Give me your name and I shall give you mine!”

Scorpio: “It’s actually iced coffee.”

Capricorn: “I don’t see a need to introduce myself either to a moron who doesn’t realize how pathetic he is.”


Pisces: “From the moment they are born, everyone has the right to live.”

Y'all I was working at the cafe this morning and my fucking ex walked in with his girlfriend of like 3 years and I haven’t seen him in about 6-7 years so to say it caught me off guard is a drastic understatement

I immediately got a hot flash bc I was just so shocked I was like WOW IS IT HOT IN HERE ALL THE SUDDEN

It was so awkward omfg bc he was the first guy I ever loved *yikes*

The moral of the story is to not work at a popular cafe bc you will see people you wish you hadn’t 😂😂

The Fine Print

Coffee shop AU for the first day of the 2016 Carry On Countdown! If you’re interested, it’s not too late to join! You can find all the information here. 

“When you asked me if I wanted to go do something today, I was thinking you meant something more interesting than helping you study for finals,” Simon said as he walked side by side with Penny towards the coffee shop at the corner.

“Oh, will you stop whining so much?” Penny answered as she stopped in front of the door. “I’m doing great in all my classes and I don’t want to ruin that by not studying and flunking my exams. Besides, you’ve done nothing but mope over Agatha for the past week. Getting out of the house might help you take your mind off things, even if it is just to help me study.”

“I’ve not been moping over her,” Simon muttered.

“You’ve barely gotten out of bed and you’ve skipped all your classes this week,” Penny reminded him. Simon ignored her.

Though he would never admit it, Simon was happy that Penny decided to take him along. He hadn’t been feeling great since Agatha broke up with him, and maybe a bit of overpriced coffee and leafing through several textbooks with Penny would lift his spirits.

The pair entered the coffee shop, the bell above the door tingling as the door swung shut behind them. The warmth of the shop was a stark contrast to the frigid, early-December weather outside. Simon removed the scarlet scarf around his neck and shoved it into the pocket of his gray peacoat.  The room was empty save for the two baristas behind the counter and a man sitting in the corner, completely absorbed in a book. The smell of roasting coffee beans wafted through the air, while soft jazz music played over the speakers.

Simon and Penny plopped down into a booth in the back of the shop that was situated beside a window and had a nice view of the snow-covered street outside. Penny deposited the books in her arms onto the table, and immediately got to work.

Simon seated himself across from her, awkwardly watching her work for several minutes before deciding to make himself useful by getting them drinks.

“Do you want anything?” he asked.

“A peppermint mocha, and a cake pop,” she answered without looking up from the textbook in front of her.

Simon slid out of the booth and approached the counter. Just as he was about to reach the register, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, leaning against the countertop, was the most gorgeous human being Simon had ever seen.

The barista had high cheekbones that casted shadows over his face and a sharp chin that matched the widow’s peak in the center of his forehead. The man’s piercing gray eyes sharply contrasted with his ivory skin and long, silky black hair. He looked like a dark prince from a fairy tale instead of a mundane barista working at a Starbucks.  

After several moments of Simon staring, the barista said, “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

Simon blinked, snapping out of his stupor. “I’m sorry, what?”

The barista sighed and rolled his eyes, “How may I help you?”

Well, he certainly isn’t one for politeness, Simon thought. “One peppermint mocha, a cake pop, and a flat white mocha, please.” While the barista punched Simon’s order into the register, Simon allowed his eyes to trail down to the man’s nametag. In neat cursive script, the barista had written, “BAZ.”

“You’re holding up the line,” Baz said.

Simon’s head snapped up, “Right, sorry about that.” He awkwardly shuffled away from the counter and back to the booth where Penny was studying.

“What took you so long?” she asked, looking up from her laptop.

“Nothing, everything was fine,” Simon said as he slid into the booth.

“You’re blushing. Something happened,” Penny insisted.

Simon felt his face grow hot. “I’m not blushing!” he retorted, his face becoming even redder.

Penny pushed aside her laptop. She must’ve been very interested in what was making Simon flush if it caused her to set aside her studying. “Yes you are! Come on, spit it out, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“It was just the barista. He was being rude and I got worked up, I suppose,” Simon muttered.

Penny looked over to the counter, where Baz was preparing their drinks. “That one? With the dark hair?”

“Yeah, yeah, him. Look Penny it isn’t a big deal,” Simon replied, hoping to get her to drop the subject. Unfortunately, when it came to Penny, once she was interested in something, she wouldn’t let go of it until she had all the answers.

“Well, he’s awfully cute, Simon, I’ll give you that, but I didn’t think you were gay. Are you gay? I mean it’s fine if you are, but you should tell me these things,” Penny continued.

Simon cradled his head in his hands. By now, he was so red, he rivaled the special holiday cups the coffee shop was serving drinks in.

Thankfully, he was temporarily excused from the conversation when Baz placed their coffee on the counter and called out, “Simon!”

Simon leapt to his feet and collected their order from the counter. “Thank you!” he called to Baz, who was standing a few feet away.

Baz looked up and flashed a devilish grin, “Don’t thank me, it’s my job.” Just as Simon was about to turn and head back to his booth, he could’ve sworn Baz winked at him. But when he whipped around, the handsome barista had already returned to his post at the register.

Slightly disappointed, Simon strode back over to the booth and sat down.

“You’re red again,” Penny remarked as Simon passed her her coffee and cake pop.

“Okay, fine, it’s the barista. It’s that stupid fucking barista and his stupid fucking face!” Simon exclaimed. He sighed and lifted his mocha off the table. But, just as he was about to bring it to his lips, he noticed something scrawled on the side of the cup, right next to his name. He turned the cup in his hand to get a better view. In elegant penmanship, Baz had written, “If you were words on a page, you’d be what they call FINE PRINT!

Simon felt all the heat rush to his face, “Erm, Penny?”

“Yes, Simon?” Penny said.

“Take a look at this.”

Penny looked up from her laptop. Simon turned the cup so that she could see the writing. He watched as she adjusted her glasses and read the message. A grin spread across her face.

“Go talk to him!” she exclaimed. “He’s interested, you’re interested, don’t let the opportunity go!”

Simon ran a hand through his hair nervously. “Yeah, I suppose I should,” he muttered in agreement.

He stood from the booth and approached the counter. He spotted Baz leaning against the coffee dispensers, lazily scrolling through his phone.

“Uh, Baz, is it?” Simon said.

Baz looked up from his phone and spotted him. The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile as he strode over to where Simon was standing and leaned against the counter. “Yes. Simon, correct?”

“Yeah, yeah, Simon,” Simon answered. He shifted uncomfortably, “Were you the one who, uh, wrote the pick up line on my cup?”

Baz’s grin grew even wider. “Indeed I was. You’re cute, but you seem awfully thick headed. I figured you needed a bit of help.”

Simon fiddled with his fingers, “Er, thanks, I suppose.”

“Simon?” Baz said.

“Yes?” Simon answered.

Baz smirked, “My shift ends in half an hour. On a scale of one to America, how free are you?”

Hot Like Fire

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,473

I wrote this for Bev’s Birthday Challenge!! @chaos-and-the-calm67

Summary: The reader makes plans with Dean but they turn out to be something she would never expect.

“You ready, sweetheart?” Dean asks strolling in your front door like he owns the place.

“Come on in, Dean. No need to knock.” You say rolling your eyes.

“I’m your bestest friend in the whole fucking world, Y/N. I can go wherever I want.” He boasts with a smug grin.

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The One With All The Yahoo’s

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You and Stiles end up in a reckless ‘friends with benefits’ relationship after one drunken night - what’s worse is trying to keep it a secret from Scott when the two of you have no self control around each other

A/N: i’m so keen to write some cute christmas fluff imagines - hope you guys have been liking the recent ones! they’re about to get a lot more festive!!!

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)


As far as best friends went, you and Stiles were the textbook definition. You had grown up together, gone to school together, joined the lacrosse team together – you had done everything together – yes, that includes taking baths together as children.

But getting drunk for Stiles’ birthday and deciding to stay at a motel in the middle of nowhere had made things a little complicated.

You had never thought of Stiles in any other way than a friend but something about that night had made you see each other completely differently. As you can guess, it ended up with you both horizontal and naked on top of each other.

And while you had both agreed it was stupid and just a fun anecdote for a party you’ll have in 50 or so years, there was weird tension between the two of you now.

“So, Friday night?” Scott asks. When you don’t reply, he rests a hand on your knee, shaking it slightly, “Y/N?”

“Hmm? Yeah, Friday sounds good,” you mumble, distracted by the sight of Lydia talking to Stiles. Stiles turns to you and smiles, waving you over.

“Looks like Stiles wants you,” Scott says.

“What?!” you blurt out with wide eyes.

“He’s calling you over?” Scott points a finger at Stiles and narrows his eyes at you, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. Reminded of the fact that Scott could pick up scents and hear your heartbeat, you stop in your tracks, hunching over slightly, “Actually, I don’t feel so good,” you say, hoping it would account for anything he picked up on.

Scott places a soothing hand on your back, “Maybe we should get you home,” he says, his brows furrowed together in concern.

“I can take her.”

You straighten up to find Stiles looking at you with the same concerned expression, “I was headed home anyway. I was just calling you over to see if you wanted a lift.”

“Actually, I feel much better.” You clear your throat and move hair out of your face, “Must have just stood up too fast,” you shrug, “But drive safe – I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Well, if you’re not leaving then I’m in no rush,” Stiles ruffles your hair with his long, slender fingers, “I actually need to talk to you about something.”

“Can it wait? Scott’s party has unlimited booze and I plan on taking advantage of it,” you wink at him. Stiles rolls his eyes, pulling you alongside him, “It’ll only take a minute.”

You follow him into Scott’s bedroom and he latches the door, dropping onto his back on Scott’s bed and cuffing his hands behind his neck, “Scott’s bed is so comfortable. Did you know that?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, flicking through a book on Scott’s desk, “Sure.”

“How would you know that?” he asks, shooting up and sitting upright, “Have you been on it?”

“Yes? Like a million times, Stiles – every time we’ve slept over here Scott gives up the bed like a perfect gentleman. I tell you, Melissa did a stellar job in raising him.”

“Oh,” he nods, lying back down, “So you haven’t been up here, like, alone?”

“Uhh, sure I have. There was that time I passed out and the two of you left me here with a giant penis drawn on my face.”

Stiles smiles to himself, “That was funny!” he chuckles, “But I mean – the two of you… you haven’t…” he props himself up on his elbows and stares at you with raised eyebrows.

“What?! Ew! No!”

“What do you mean ‘ew, no’?”

“He’s one of my best friends!” you cringe, “He’s like my brother – he’s Scott! Oh my god – the mental image,” you shiver.

“Well, we were friends and we…” he gives you a knowing look.

“Yes but we were drunk. And I thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk about that?” you cock an eyebrow up, “Plus, why are you asking about me and Scott anyway?”

“Just seemed like you two were getting a little cosy, his hand on your knee and all.” He tries to sound nonchalant but it sounds more accusing than anything.

“And what about you and Lydia? Her touching your elbow and giggling every two seconds and you totally sucking it all up?” you reply with a pointed look.

“It wasn’t like that,” he says, standing up, “I don’t even think of Lydia like that anymore,” he swallows hard, “These days my focus has been elsewhere.”

His close proximity sends goose bumps across your skin and you laugh nervously, leaning against Scott’s desk, “Really? Found yourself someone new?”

“She’s not exactly new,” Stiles says softly, walking over to you. He stops and reaches for your hand, taking it in his.


“That night was really something.” There was a small smile playing on his lips as he ran a finger across your knuckles, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”


His name comes out as more of a moan than you had intended and you straighten up, shaking your head, “It’ll make things weird.”

“Well, they aren’t weird now, were they?”

They were. You knew it just form the conversation you’d just had. You had never been worried about Stiles and Lydia hooking up but all of a sudden you were reading into the tiny gestures between them. And you knew Stiles was poking around about Scott for a reason.

It was weird but you stay quiet.

“I guess not,” you shrug, “But we were drunk last time.”

He nods thoughtfully, “Well, you know, the bar is fully stocked downstairs.”

How much could one more time hurt?

You were just glad that Stiles was first to bring it up. Admitting to him that he got you all hot and bothered would’ve been embarrassing.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smirks, heading for the door.

“Wait, Stiles,” you mumble.

You see his shoulder slump slightly, “Hey it’s totally cool. You don’t want to; its fine. No pressure, we can just-“

You cut him off by kissing him, his shirt clenched in your fist as you tug his towards the bed, “Getting drunk would take too much time,” you mumble against his lips.

“Good morning y/n!” Stiles greets you and Scott in the carpark, handing you a latte, “Two sugars.”

“Where’s mine?” Scott frowns.

“Did you sleep alright?” he asks, ignoring Scott.

You nod, wrapping both hands around the cup and enjoying the warmth, “Mmm,” you hum, “I had this crazy dream though where we-“

You pause, watching Scott’s disgruntled expression, “Where we three go fishing – the end,” you lie hurriedly – it had a lot more nudity and no Scott.

“I’m sorry Scott, we’re totally ignoring you here,” you apologize. Once acknowledged his expression lightens a little, “I actually have the craziest story.”


“So you remember how I had that party last week?”

You and Stiles both nod, trying your hardest not to look at each other.

“I do recall it,” you say, “I don’t remember anything crazy happening.”

“Well, you know I have werewolf senses. I can pick up on scents and stuff,” Scott begins, “Well, I go up to my room and I’m pretty sure someone had sex in my bed!”


You feel coffee dribble down your chin and you wipe it with your sleeve, stopping in your tracks, “You can smell sex?!”

“Shhh,” Scott hisses, looking around, “Pretty much. Werewolves can pick up on anything,” he shrugs, “Anyway, the crazy part is that I think it was Liam and Hayden! My own Beta’s,” he frowns, “I mean seriously, how sick is that? Why would they do that in my bed? Could they not wait to get home?”

Scott grumbles all the way to class.

“I need something from my locker,” you say as Scott sits down, “I’ll be back. Stiles, come with?”

“Sure,” Stiles nods, following you out.

“He can smell sex?!” you hiss. Stiles shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t know!”

“Well, we can’t let that happen again, okay?!”

He shrugs, chuckling and you nudge him, causing him to hold his side and wince.

“I’m serious,” you say warningly, “This is stupid. We’re risking our friendship – Scott’s friendship!”

“Oh please, Scott isn’t going to stop being friends with us because we had sex on his bed!” Stiles rolls his eyes.

“You almost stopped being friends with me because I drooled on your pillow once!”

“Hey, you have a gaping void for a mouth!”

“Bet you don’t hate that so much now, do you?” you laugh, poking a finger into his chest.

“Dirty humour,” he nods, impressed, “I like this side of you.”

“Well, this is the last time you see it!” you say firmly, “You’re going to have to get your yahoo’s somewhere else!”

“But I like getting my yahoo’s from you,” he says, nuzzling his face in your neck, “Your hair smells like strawberries and you’re amazing in bed.”

“If that’s all you’re looking for I could find you a girl by lunch,” you laugh. Stiles groans, pulling away from you, “Fine. If this is what you really want.”

“It is – we have this under control,” you nod, reassuring yourself more than him.

“Yeah, we can stop having sex whenever we want,” Stiles says, clearing his throat, “I’ll see you in class.”

“Your car,” you mumble.


“Your car and then we stop,” you say, linking your arm through his and dragging him to the carpark.

“I have to tell you something,” Stiles mumbles, running his fingers through your hair.


The seats in his jeep were oddly uncomfortable and you lean back, inhaling deeply.

“That first night we slept together… I wasn’t that drunk. I knew you’d only had fours drink and that you’re not lightweight so when we kissed I didn’t say anything but it keeps bugging me now because if you really were drunk and I wasn’t drunk then I took advantage of you and all this-“

“I wasn’t that drunk,” you admit, placing a hand over his, “And Stiles, I don’t think you’re capable of taking advantage of anyone.”

“So, if we were both not that drunk, why did we…”

You both knew why. That night when you had messed around and ended up kissing, it was as though something had fallen into place. Being together was so easy unlike most of yours and his previous complicated relationships.

There was a magnetic pull which was easier to blame on being drunk than to admit to each other – you both had feelings for each other. You wanted to be together.

You sit in silence, hoping he’ll admit it first, but he admitted wanting to be with you again – that meant it was your turn.

“I guess there’s something here,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers, “I just feel it – I don’t know how to explain it.”

His chest rises and falls a little quicker, “I know what you mean,” he says softly, “Does that mean we can do more than this?”

“I don’t do anal.”

“Shut up!” he scoffs, laughing, “I mean, can we be more than this? You know, can you and I be, like, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“You want us to date?”

“Yeah.” You could hear his voice shaking slightly.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you hum, resting your head on his shoulder. You tug his jacket further around your shoulders, “Maybe we should get dressed and get back,” you suggest.

Stiles shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Let’s skip. Let me take you out on a date. Our first date,” he sighs wistfully.

“Soon,” you mumble against his lips, “First let’s get back to class. If we take any longer, Scott’s going to come looking for us and-“


Scott’s voice sent the two of you jumping apart, causing Stiles to hit his head against the roof of his jeep.

“SO IT WAS YOU TWO! YOU TWO HAD SEX IN MY BED!” Scott yells, a hand over his eyes.

“Shut up!” you hiss, “And yes but it was just the one time!”

“And this? You two – is this just a one time thing? Well, no, it can’t be because you had sex in my bed and here you are having sex now! What are you two… animals? How long has thing been going on?”

“About two weeks,” you admit, “But we’ve only had sex three times.”

Scott frowns with such disgust you inch away from the window, afraid he would throw up.

“I swear, we weren’t trying to keep it from you,” Stiles adds. He adjusts his shirt before opening the car door and climbing out before helping you out.

“Yeah, we only just sorted things out ourselves. We-“

“Stop saying ‘we’,” Scott grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose, “So, now, you two are a couple? My two best friends are having sex and dating and being a couple?”

“Yes,” you both reply in unison. Stiles wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his side, “You’re happy for us, right?” Stiles asks unsurely.

Scott tilts his head and nods, “But let me be clear – if you two break up and the whole pack has to pick sides, I’m picking y/n’s!”

“WHA- WHY?!” Stiles exclaims, offended.

“Well, she’s obviously good in bed and if you two break up then… ya know,“ Scott smirks.

Stiles narrows his eyes, “You’re a dead man.”

Women Kakashi could’ve ended up with...

…but he didn’t. 

So, it’s a known fact by now that, the one and only, that never will be another, Mr. Hatake Kakashi ends up all alone, romantically speaking, of course. Now, one would say that he’s too hot good to end up with someone but it can’t be denied that he kind of deserved someone to share his existence with considering how much suffering he endured. Wouldn’t it have been nice if he just had gotten that special somebody? 

On a more serious note though, taking into account that he’s probably one of the best developped character in the entire show, it sure would’ve been extremely hard to pair him up with a random person since, during the entire series, he didn’t show a single sign of interest in basically anyone. So there was no starting point for romance to begin with. Although I’m more than sure that this wasn’t too hard to get over since Kishi had no problem in making characters I don’t even remember I’ve seen talking to each other at least a single freaking time hook up, have children and live happily ever after. 

I’m not saying I wanted Kakashi to experience that kind of cruel pairing but Ii thought I’d just point out that there were some women Kakashi could have ended up with but he didn’t. Should I use a “fortunately” or an “unfortunately”? Well, I think that’s up to you.

Anyways, here we go with some crack possible “couples”.

Anko Mitarashi

Candidate no. 1, AM (no, I’m not talking anout Arctic Monkeys) a.k.a. that one freaky lady who, we all probably thought at some point, would eventually end up with the formerly freind killer. Seriously now, I’ve alwyas thought, as a child that these two would get together and show inform Naruto where babies come from (he learnt by now tho, I mean, Boruto, what’s good?). And by the way, no, that’s not a picture of Anko showing Kakashi what she’s about to do to his toy him.

Was our impression ever justified though? I mean, is Anko the type of girl Kakashi needs (does he still?) or more importantly, is she the type of person he would fall for? There’s of course that belief that opposites attract. They’re polar opposites, that’s for sure, you get your typical introvert meet the classical extrovert, and that’s just one single aspect in a vast ocean of other reasons that make them so different. And even if they got together, would it work? Personally, I doubt. Kakashi always struck me as that type of guy who likes mysterious lady-like women …who don’t tell what they’re up to nor have a really big mouth, like really big. Anko is the female Naruto, in my eyes. Does Kakashi care for Naruto? Obviously, a big undenaiable yes. But I just can’t see him in a serious relationship with someone just like Naruto. Opposites might attract but I doubt one could live with his polar opposite …unless they fight hardly for it. But hey, that’s just my very personal opinion. I still ship them sometimes tho.

But what if they actually ended up together? Should I even mention hot sex? O.K. then, hot sex and ugly arguments. I can picture Anko getting nervous all of a sudden and eventually throw some things at the annoyingly calm Kakashi who just can’t stop thinking: “Gurl, calm down already, just calm down.” Those thoughts would only be replaced later by “I should’ve banged Shizune when I had the chance. Just look at her now, young looking and fresh and still hot as fuck. I should’ve known.” And that brings us to…


Candidate no. 2, the lady known mononymously as Shizune. That one girl who got paired up with pairable Kakashi after most of us eventually realized that his relationship with Anko was most probably never gonna happen. Or was it because Kishi forgot about a certain girl named Anko? Whatever the reason, the inevitable happened, KakaShizu saw the light of the day in the so well-known Fanfictionland.

I can actually picture these two together. I’ve got this feeling that laidback Kakashi likes to be dominated. And that’s not a problem for “I like to be in charge and tease people” Shizune. Though, might she be a little too much controlling for the overly relaxed and detached Kakashi: “How many times do I have to tell you? In the morning, we only do it from behind. No. Fucking. 69. You better get it right before I decide that you won’t get the pussy for the next two weeks.” Arguments would just leave Kakashi cold: “I’mma let her have her say. Besides, I can chidori her anytime.”

It’s not hard to imagine how they could’ve hooked up. One day, sexually frustrated Hokage who’s in desperately in need of sex wakes up and goes to work where he meets his available assistant who’s randomly wearing a nice tight dress and nice high heeled shoes. Add one nice room and you get them banging on one nice desk. More than once. And that’s what you call one nice relationship starting point. 

You didn’t like the scenario? No problem, let’s move forward to…

Mei Terumī

Candidate no. 3, the hottest Kage, literally. Out of all the Kages, she’s also the most desperate to get married in need of a man to, you know, satisfy her fill her life with love and joy. Would they match, tho? Well, it’s hard to tell since her character did not recived enough development. She does seem to be a genuinely caring person who’s not too obvious about random things …except when it comes to her obsession  profound desire to get married, of course. 

I do suspect her of being the dominant type but as I’ve already stated, I don’t think Kakashi would actually mind it. The only differenace, when comapring Mei with Shizune, is that Mei would domiante her man but she’d do it subtly and wouldn’t be obvious about it so not evrybody would know. But that’s just a supposition of mine. 

On the other hand, an union between the two Kages might be beneficial just like it also might be not. When they’re all honey, the two villages are on good terms, when they’re in a fight …well, let’s just say that each would mind their own village (and maybe not talk to each other?). 

Though they’d constantly keep the world wondering which Kage’s on top.


Since we were talking about Kages. And since Tsunade’s forever young, there’s no way of her ending up with a man of her age or near her age (though I don’t think there’s at least one living 100 years aged man in the Narutoverse, but still). In her early prehistoric days, she adored Dan, she got Jiraiya forever turned on, she fucked Oro so there she is wondering: “Why wouldn’t I get involved with a young man, the hottest of his generation? He also happens to be the next Hokage so …why not?” It that way, Tsunade would never leave the Hoake’s office, ya know…

Seriously now, just imagine the shock if this actually happened tho.

Rin Nohara

Since in Narutoverse, when a character dies it actually means that they’re patiently waiting to be revived, what if plot twisting master Kishi had brought Rin to life? Well, to be honest, I honestly doubt that Kakashi would’ve banged his best firend’s childhood crush whose death caused so many problems. I think the entire Naruto fandom is aware of this fact. Right?


One filler character becoming cannon and end up with Hatake Kakashi. A character with an impressively developped character. Can it be sadder?


If Chōji can end up with Karui, than Kakashi can definitely get one hot blue eyed, blonde haired, big boobed random girl. Period. 

Anyways, if Kakashi ended up with someone I strongly think that the perfect choice would’ve been a brand new girl cleverly created with a well handled backstory and a perfectly defined personality. A girl who would actually make Kakashi fall for her. 

anonymous asked:

So I have to say that when I first started watching critical role I didn't get why you liked Taliesin. I thought, he's cool but not exactly hot, you know? Not my type. And then today (I'm up to episode 49) there was a sudden moment of realization, my perception shifted and I just went OH MY GOD HE *IS* ATTRACTIVE TANGY WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG

He sneaks up on you, my dude. I got into Critical Role for no other reason than Matt Mercer being a beautiful man. I spent the first 20ish episodes distracted by how gorgeous Liam O'Brien is.

And somewhere after that I just slowly fixated on Tal. I can’t even say when it was, it was just suddenly a thing. That hasn’t gone away.

Also he’s just really charming?? And that does a lot for me.

Guys, It's Cold.

Part 2 of Guys, It’s Dark is here! Read that before you read this if you missed it. It’ll make a bit more sense than if you read this by itself.

Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Summary: Things continue to break in the apartment, which leaves Dan and Phil with no choice but to spend time together.

Warnings: self-loathing, extreme fluff

Word Count: 4,850…damn

A/N: Here it is! I hope you enjoy it! I don’t know what prompted me to do this, but I enjoy putting Dan and Phil in situations where they have to cuddle. Do I really need any other reason? Thanks to dragonsbruh for being a great gamma as always ;)

Several hours later, Phil was still on the sofa, thoroughly engrossed in an orca whale documentary. Dan could hear it playing from his bedroom, where he lay on the floor, contemplating what was wrong with his mind. His middle finger tapped the grey carpet beneath him. Inside, he felt like a storm.

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cattymai  asked:

Already ask tonight but can I have another go? Pls. Pretty pls? (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ How would the RFA (+ V and Unknown) react when MC gets her head stuck in her shirt while trying to change clothes and ask for their help? <s>seeing so much of MC's skin</s>

omg i love this one (also, i don’t know that much about how unknown would react in this sort of situation because i won’t be finishing seven’s route until tomorrow. sorry!)


  • he would walk into the room and stop dead in his tracks
  • perhaps he should leave before you realise he saw?
  • “Yoosung, I’m kinda stuck, can you help me out?”
  • woops too late
  • he goes over, averting his eyes as much as possible, and probably holding his breath in mild panic, poor boy
  • eventually manages to pull the shirt down over your body, and you see he’s so red
  • so you giggle and kiss him on the nose as he splutters and apologises for walking in on you
  • “don’t be an idiot, Yoosung, you can walk in on me anytime,” *wink*
  • Yoosung E X P L O D E S


  • tries to be gentlemanly and walk past the room but he can’t help but stare at your exposed skin
  • “do you… do you need some help?”
  • he goes over to help and tries to control the beast within
  • the entire time he would be making flirtatious, dirty jokes (only you know they aren’t really jokes)
  • as soon as he finishes helping you, he kisses you full on the mouth and proceeds to take the shirt back off


  • poor girl wouldn’t know how to react
  • she’d avert her eyes, but when you ask her to help she blushes like crazy
  • tries to remain objective
  • but she can’t help brushing her fingers over your bare skin whenever possible (she thinks you won’t notice)
  • once the shirt is on, she goes to leave but you grab her wrist and pull her in for a kiss
  • because flustered jaehee is hot as fuck


  • he’d see you struggling and just stand there watching for a little while
  • suddenly, you feel his hands on your waist
  • “do you need help with that?”
  • “yes, please, I’m just trying to put this shirt on but it got stuck,”
  • all of a sudden he pulls the shirt off and throws it to the floor
  • “i don’t think you’ll be needing that” he breathes hotly into your ear
  • then he throws you on the bed and… you can imagine what happens next


  • you wouldn’t even realise he’s in the room until all of a sudden he grabs your waist and starts blowing raspberries on your stomach
  • you giggle and squeal and try to get away
  • but this boy is merciless
  • he will take the opportunity to tickle you while your arms are tangled
  • eventually you just pull the shirt off, grab his face and kiss him hard
  • that stops him tickling you
  • and then you have really hot sex


  • he wouldn’t really know how to react
  • because he can’t see you that well he runs his hands over you while helping, hoping you won’t notice
  • because damn he just can’t keep his hands to himself
  • once the shirt is on he would kiss you softly and whispers “don’t provoke me like that”
  • in response you lift your shirt over your head and throw it to the side
  • and then… dot dot dot

anonymous asked:

how would the rfa+saeran's reactions be to their s/o being extremely flexible?



  • One day he comes home and you’re just hanging from these silks???
  • D E A D
    • You just look so good!!!
  • He’s honestly so excited for you
  • He loves watching you perform on the silks! He’s utterly fascinated by the way your body can move
  • “MC you should perform!!! I’d go to every one of your shows!”
  • triesithimselfonedayandbreakshisarm
    • “I wanted to try and look like you…”
  • you bet ur sweet ass he makes you cosplay and perform on the silks
    • instagramaestheticpicturesyespls
  • shows you off to all his LOLOL friends because youre his precious, talented bean


  • wakes up and you’re not in his bed???
  • someonestopthisdramaticunicornomg
  • finds you in his living room iN THE SCORPION POSE
  • alittleoffendedthatyoudidntshowoffyourflexibilityduringthediddlydotime
  • obviously he wants you to teach him!!!
    • Lowkey jealous that you’re better than him at a fitness activity
  • Almostbreakshisspinetryingtodoscorpionpose
    • “it’s okay MC!!! I heal fast”
    • udumbassyoukindaneedurspine 


  • when jaehee sees you dancing at the party, she never thought much of it???
    • Obviously you were fantastic but she thought you probably had a lot natural skill
  • Sometimes when you’re helping at her coffee shop, you dance around a little!
    • HonestlyursocuteJaeheealmostspillscoffeeonhercustomers
    • You’re standing on your toes what the hell
    • Are legs even supposed to go that high???
  • She’s really worried at first because she’s scared you’ll injure yourself!!!
    • but the customers start noticing your little ballet moves???
  • Pretty soon you’re putting on dance sequences in the coffee shop and you’re attracting a lot of customers!!!
  • Her little bean is happy so she’s happy!!!
    • nothingcomparestothesmileyougetwhenthecustomersclapforyou


  • As a birthday present from him, you two are now at the Summer 2016 Olympics!
    • Youknownormalcouplestuff
  • As you’re watching the Rhythmic Gymnastics portion, you casually mention that the hoop was your favorite item when you used to do this
    • Jumin is floored
  • “You can do stuff like that with your body???”
    • “I mean yeah..it’s not hard..”
    • rushesyoubacktoyourhotelroomsoyoucanshowhim
  • He hires a trainer for you because he think you’re that good
  • “We’ll get you to the 2020 Olympics, MC”
    • He supports you so much???
  • Youdonthavethehearttotellthisprecioustrustfundkidthatitwasjustahobby


  • Alright this little nerd LOVES superheroes
  • Of course he does, he loves calling himself defender of justice
  • When Deadpool is released on DVD, hE IS SO HYPED
    • Dressesupasdeadpoolwhenhegoestobuythemovie
  • Drags you into watching it with him but honestly ur were probably as excited as him to see it!!
  • During the strip club scene, you mention that you kinda miss pole dancing???
    • Wait what
    • What do you mean you miss pole dancing
  • Turns out you used to perform at a strip club for little while as income for college???
  • How did he never know about this? He searched your entire background???
    • “People don’t normally advertise that they were strippers, Saeyoung…”
  • “Willyougivemeshowsforfree?”
  • looksuphowtoinstallapoleinhishouse
    • actuallymanagestodothis???
  • This boy plays “Right Round” every change he gets with MC and hopes she’ll actually dance to it
    • “Saeyoung you have to work to make these panties drop”
    • B L U S H E S he may be a kinky mofo but he embarrasses really easily, what a cutie
  • Wants to learn so you two can become a stripping duo lenny face
  • Honestly though, he jokes about free shows n all, but he thinks that it’s so amazing that you’ve trained your body that hard!


  • He walks in on you lying down on your stomach with your head tucked between your feet???
    • “Oh I’m just trying out my contortionist skills!!! I used to dabble in it when I was younger”
  • He used to think you were royalty but now you’re a god???
    • Considersbuildingashrine
  • Loves watching you!!!
  • Alittleturnedon
  • “Wow MC you’re so talented”
    • “What???”      
    • “i sAID YOU’RE UGLY BYE”


  • this boy has no idea what he’s in for when you invite him and the rest of the gang for a pool day!
  • You invite your own friends too bc they’re hella awesome
  • Oh boy oh lord oh pal is he surprised when all of sudden u and your friends just start dancing???
    • Are those ur legs hOT DAMN
    • How are they moving like that omg
  • You look like an actual mermaid???
  • When you come out of the pool, you’re just giddy from happiness because you got to show your bf one of your most loved hobbies!!!
    • “Can I see again..?”
    • “Haha remember when you used to be blind and you couldn’t see”
    • MCwhy
  • buysanunderwatercameratophotographyou



Request: Exo au as baristas and them reacting to you catching their eye?

admin k: i recently learned how to make some barista made coffee and let me say that u sent this request in at the right time lmaoooo



“can i have a tall mocha with skim milk and extra chocolate, please.”

“you sure can, gorgeous! haha! sorry, was that too much? hahaha… ha…”

the nervous flirt who’s overly enthusiastic when taking your order and fumbles around nervously

Originally posted by britamin-graphics


the guy who sees your order and smiles to himself, biding his time and waits for the moment when he can hand you your coffee and say hi

Originally posted by overdyosed


c: “hey. are you checking out that girl as well?”

b: “how can i not? she’s so cute!”

c: “you’re burning her milk.”

b: “oh, SHIT!”

Originally posted by acciobaek


the almost creepy guy who watches you from behind the coffee machine and is more focused on you than on making your coffee

Originally posted by jungkooktouchbutts


“tall caramel latte?”

“that’s me.”

“woah. you’re pretty. hi, nice to meet you. i’m jongin. but you can call me later.”

smooth pickup line guy

Originally posted by fy-kimkai


“and a hot chocolate for the pretty little lady over there!”

Originally posted by laygion



“have i seen you before?”

“uhh… i don’t think so, sorry.”

“that’s a shame. i’d like to see you more often. what’s your name?”

smooth pickup line guy #2

Originally posted by kkuutamo


*fanning himself*

“small cappuccino?”

“me, thanks… are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine. i just got really hot… you know, coffee machine and all.”

the guy who avoids looking like a dork and saying that he got all hot and flustered because of your presence

Originally posted by theseoks


did you think that girl was cute?

hell yeah she was.

should i ask her out?

don’t be too sudden. just ask for her number or wechat or something.

good point. good point.

the guy who sees you, and talks to himself as he thinks of the best strategy to approach you

Originally posted by harlysquad


“sorry… what was that?”

*repeats order*

“i’m sorry. i can’t focus right now. can you repeat your order, please?”

the guy who can’t focus or pay attention to anything you say

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu


holy shit she’s coming to order… do i look okay? does my hair look good? oh god she’s coming over she’s coming over-

“hi there! can i have…”

the guy who internally preps himself for your arrival after seeing you walk through the front and being immediately smitten

Originally posted by luedeer


“tao, you’re not focusing on your job! tao!… oi girl, this guy likes you!”


the guy who gets so distracted from his work by you that his boss decides to publicly shame him for his infatuation

Originally posted by exo-exo-xoxo

So, I was at our annual family holiday dinner, and I was just kind of eating my food and listening to the adults talk about politics and stuff, and then all of a sudden my grandfather (who was sitting across from me) exclaims, “Girl, whose class ring is that around your neck?” (Because I never got a class ring, so I guess he assumed it was my boyfriend’s or something.)

I looked down, because I’d kind of forgotten what necklace I was wearing. 

It was the replica of Jace’s Morgenstern ring that I bought at Hot Topic two and a half years ago when the City Of Bones movie first came out.

I had to explain to my grandparents (and my mom and aunt, who had now dropped their conversation to listen to ours), at Christmas dinner, that no, I didn’t finally get a boyfriend, I’m just a huge nerd who bought her favorite book character’s family ring and had to put it on a necklace because it was too big for my tiny fingers. 

No one was even remotely surprised.