i just seem to take my sweet time with these kinds of things

Send me an emoji!

💌: I’d love to send you more messages and asks but you make me nervous!

😊: You’re sweet. You’ve made me smile before.

🙏: I’m a little afraid that you’ll unfollow me.

🔪: I’d hate to get on your bad side.

😶: I’m honored that you’re even following me tbH.

👾: Your theme is awesome!

🌄: GO TO BED.

💉: Talking to you or seeing you on my dash makes me feel better.

😐: I don’t understand half the things you reblog but I support you anyway.

🌑: You come off as cold, impersonal.

👒: You come off as very friendly!

🌃: I’d like to spend more time talking to you.

🎭: You sure do get into a lot of drama…

😄: I can always count on you to like/reply to my personal posts.

🍥: Your aesthetic is very streamlined. It’s clear you’re picky about the stuff you reblog.

🍬: You’re sweet, but I feel like I know very little about you as a person.

🐟: Your blog isn’t quite my “type.”

😅: I often worry about upsetting you or scaring you off.

😇: Every single interaction we’ve had so far has been positive.

🐱: You’re cute‼︎

🌱: I’d love to get to know you better.

☔️: You seem unhappy.

😃: I love seeing you in my notifications!

🐸: You act goofy.

💻: Are you ever not online?

❄️: Your BYF struck me as kind of harsh, but I followed you anyway.

😆: You’ve made me laugh out loud before.

💔: You’ve disappointed me before.

📺: We have similar interests!

🔈: We have similar tastes in music.

🌊: You have a lot of personality.

😀: I would consider us friends.

🎀: We have similar aesthetics!

🍳: This is an egg in a frying pan!

🎉: I get really happy when I see positive personal posts from you, even when I don’t fully understand the context!

😈: I know your secret~

🌴: I’m jealous of you.

: Could you, like, chill a little bit maybe? Like in general? Please?

🎶: I associate you with a specific song or musician.

👟: I feel as though you’re out of my league.

🐚: I find your blog very calming.

👀: I’ve vagued about you before.

🍰: I might recognize you if I ran into you on the street.

😂: I’m comfortable around you.

🌈: Sometimes I see your selfies and think to myself: “I’m gay.”

🌹: I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you.

😓: I’ve talked to you before and it made me a little nervous!

👑: You’re vain.

📝: I know a lot about you just from following you on Tumblr.

🌙: You’re beautiful.

🍓: You remind me of someone…

😒: I honestly don’t know why I’m even still following you at this point.

😳: I’ve learned things about you that have surprised me a lot!

🐭: Please be kinder to yourself.

😑: -__-

👔: I think you’re someone who takes themself very seriously.

🍉: I wish we lived closer to each other.

🍭: You confuse me.

😮: I wish I could give you some advice.

💐: I have a crush on you.

😁: You’re a little awkward, but I find it endearing.

💕: I love you‼︎

👍: I like you. Just, in general. I think you’re a genuinely good person.

the signs as friends

aries: they will be direct about how they like you, but they’ll roast you to compensate. “i love you…. you dumbass.” when you first befriend them, their humor may come across as bold or inappropriate. the future of your friendship essentially depends on if you laugh or find it stupid. and if you do laugh, there will be plenty more where that came from. but when you need help, their serious, emotional side will emerge to support you.

taurus: taurus can be moderately social and gets along with many, but you will know if you are one of their close friends. they will find activities you both enjoy to spend time together. hell, they’ll even find activities only you like and take an interest to make you happy. they listen to your stories, even if they see pointless or silly and give sound advice any hour of the day.

gemini: gemini wants a friend who isn’t afraid to get in trouble or try new things. they’re the friend who always has something for the two of you to do, as long as you’re game. while they’re not much for staying in or having a quiet night, outings with gemini are often memorable and worth the trip. though at the end of the day, they’re willing to slow down and make sure you’re doing well. their advice may not be the most logical, but they know how to cater to your emotions and cheer you up.

cancer: you know you’re a cancer’s friend when you share a hoard of inside jokes. if they care about you, they tend to remember little details about you that you may not remember telling them. cancer and their friends will share sarcastic banter and teasing jokes. until the day you’re upset-then they’ll put their usual antics aside and be there for you. cancer is sensitive and will detect your true feelings, especially if you are close.

leo: leo loves a spontaneous friend, like gemini. friendship with a leo likely involves many fun outings. these probably include activities you would’ve never found had it not been for them. that being said, leo is often content to sit and talk for ages when you have a connection. just be sure to remind them of their importance to you, and they will be a generous, long term friend.

virgo: once you are close, virgo may take on the role of mom friend. they will joke with you, but also look out for you. whether you are hurt physically or emotionally, virgo will be there, often with verbal support. at times, they may seem like a lecturing elder, but it’s only because they care. you may have to encourage them to relax once in a while, but once they do, they are just as fun as anyone else.

libra: libra often take a liking to many people, though from afar. if you approach them first, you’re likely to get a friendly response. if you’re close friends, a libra will be grateful to have someone to open up to and laugh with. they can become someone to count on and share ideas with, no matter how silly your thoughts may seem. they are also genuine, kind listeners. as long as you give them the same in return, libra will be a sweet, caring best friend.

scorpio: scorpio needs a friend who probably likes them more than vice versa- at least at first. their sense of humor can be similar to that of aries, though they may continue to tell their brand of jokes even if you don’t like them. they are unabashedly themselves, and they need a friend who accepts that. and if you do, scorpio may view you as one of their closest companions. scorpio develops a deep love for their friends and would defend them in a heartbeat.

sagittarius: sagittarius often attracts friends rather than approaches them. potential friends may admire their sense of humor or independent spirit. though they seem independent, they always have room for friends in their life. they may not verbally communicate their appreciation often, but you will notice it through their texts or time spent together. if a sagittarius wants to befriend you, they may compliment you, or even seem jealous at first. (take this as a compliment too, and return the gesture. soon, you’ll get along just fine).

capricorn: this sign has two levels of friendship. you are either an acquaintance, or a treasure in their life. capricorn may seem to use friendliness as a means of social climbing, but when a friendship is real, they will give you all they have. this is why they usually only have a few close friends. if a capricorn shares a secret with you or looks to you for advice, it means you’re definitely doing something right. if you are a capricorn’s best friend, they may not say it, but rather show how deeply they care for you through gestures.

aquarius: aquarius probably considers anyone who hasn’t overtly offended them as their friend. that being said, there is a difference between their friends and the people they spend time thinking about. to be an aquarian’s close friend means being someone they may secretly admire. they love someone that can impress them in some way, but they are not superficial. their best friend must be able to support them in their vulnerable times, as rare as they may seem. in return, you will have an unconditional friend.

pisces: again, a sign that seems to love everyone. pisces is like a puppy that just wants some time with everyone around them. if you are on a deeper level with pisces, they will always be sure to let you know they love you, oftentimes verbally. they may be tactile and enjoy hugs/hand holding etc more than the other signs. a pisces friend is a friend for life, even if you do not speak for a while. they will remember your connection, though be sure not to take advantage of this and please remind them how you love them too.

Aliens Vs Menstrual

Re-posting this so folks actually see the damn thing.

Please forgive the length… the plot bunny got away from me… very far away from me…


There was blood on the floor.

Avrex blinked and stared at the red droplets on the floor. More red caught xer eye. There was more just under the edge of the seat. As if someone had tried to wipe it up but hadn’t thought to get under the very edge. Only one species on board had red blood.

This had to belong to one of the humans.

But why would blood be here in waste room of all places? Granted, humans were an odd breed, and used the waste rooms for more than the elimination of waste. Some even installed mirrors and extra lights and spent an hour or more in there! But blood? Why here? And why on the waste reclaimer lid? Surely if one of the humans was injured they would go to the infirmary….

…wouldn’t they?

Avrex shook xer scaled head and stalked out of the waste room. Xey would get to the bottom of this.


The humans had been hired three months prior. Two at first. Then another two a month later. And a fifth one a month after that. They were extremely useful, and didn’t really take up much space.

Hunting down any of said humans was a challenge.

Three of the humans were mechanics, and could be found shimmying their slender bodies between various components of the ship to reach the part they desired to work on. Even with an extra set of large eyes, Avrex would often walk right by the little beings, missing their little oil and grease smeared bodies in amongst the equally oil and grease smeared engine components. At a hulking ten feet tall, Avrex often missed the little monsters because they were under something or other.

The massive first officer dismissed the mechanics as a viable first target for questions. Searching through the entrails of the ship for crew members that xey may or may not find was not an effective use of xer energy or time. Xey could always catch the mechanics at the designated meal time if the other two humans couldn’t answer xer questions satisfactorily.

The fourth human was no easier to find. He was a security guard, and could be anywhere on the ship at any given time. Despite the fact that he wasn’t a mechanic, he seemed to share their proclivity for climbing on things, and for crawling into spaces that were inaccessible to most of the rest of the crew.

That left Carl.

Avrex made xer ponderous way down to the metallurgy lab. The human designated as Carl was not like the others. He was much older. The kind, gentle being had been the first human the ship had taken on, and had paved the way for the four other humans that followed. The others respected him greatly, turning to him for wisdom and advice. Surely Carl would have some insight into why there was human blood in the waste room.

Carl was right where he was supposed to be.

Avrex pressed the alert button and patiently waited to be granted entry just outside the lab doors. The request was swiftly answered, the doors sliding open with a soft hiss to admit the ship’s first officer.

Carl had put his work station into a safe position, and turned in his seat to give the hulking alien from Jarrok his full and undivided attention. Avrex had always liked that about Carl. While the human ability to multi-task often came in useful, it was sometimes disconcerting to hold a conversation with a being that never once even glanced in xer general direction while they spoke.

Carl smiled as he stripped of his protective gear. “Avrex. What brings you down here?”

The first officer assumed a parade rest position. “I have a query about human behavior, and had hoped that you could explain.”

The human chuckled and ran a hand through his graying hair. “Well, I’ll do my best. Go on and fire away.”

Avrex paused, then decided to ignore the odd turn of phrase. Experience had shown that large amounts of time were wasted when human parlance was questioned. “I discovered a small amount of blood in one of the communal waste rooms. I am aware that humans use waste rooms for more than their intended purpose, but I am at a loss as to what form of task could take place in a waste room, and possessed the potential to cause injury. The blood was red, thus it can be safely assumed that such belonged to one of the humans on board. But none of the humans have sought out medical aid. If one of my crew is injured in any capacity, as first officer I am entitled to know, so that I may account for such injuries when drawing up the duty roster for the coming cycles.”

The elderly male frowned thoughtfully. “There are a couple things it might be. But I’m not going to stir up panic by picking the wrong one. Which waste room was it you found the blood?”

Feeling dread curdle in xer gut, Avrex gave him the correct room number.

Carl nodded. “Melanie was supposed to be working up near that sector. More’n likely it’s her blood you found. Come on, I’ll walk up with you and help straighten this mess out.” Avrex started to protest. Surely xey could manage without taking Carl away from his work if given the pertinent information. The elderly human shook his head in seeming amusement. “Trust me Avrex, it’s better if I go along. If this is what I think it is, you’d just end up with a very angry or hurt mechanic on your hands.”

The first officer shut xer maw, frilled ears pinned back against the sides of xer head. What could possibly be going on that would result in a human being injured or angry?

Xey walked back down to the correct deck with Carl, deciding to wait and see. If what Xey had heard from other ships was true, an angry human was something to be avoided if at all possible.


Despite the consistent trouble the rest of the crew had in locating the mechanics while about their work in the engines, Carl seemed to have no problem tracking down the correct human.

At his call, she crawled out of a space so tight Avrex wasn’t sure xey could’ve gotten a paw in.

The second human the ship had taken on, Melanie had been hired barely a week after Carl. She was by far the smallest of the humans, and the quietest. Her peers took shameless advantage of her small size, leaving work in the tightest spaces to her. She didn’t seem to mind, preferring to work alone rather than with her group as most humans were purported to do. In fact, with the exception of Carl she seemed to avoid all of her kind for the most part.

The raven haired female flashed her teeth in the odd threat gesture that humans insisted denoted welcome, amusement, or joy.

Melanie wiped her hand on a rag and stuck it out to Carl for a traditional human greeting. “Hey Carl. Did one of your do-dads break down again?”

“Not this time dear.” Carl assured. “The first officer swung by with a question, and it seemed you’d be most likely to have the answer. Seems Avrex swung by the restroom and found human blood on the floor. Any chance you’d know something about that?”

Melanie paled.

The elder human nodded and patted her shoulder, seeming to have derived his answer from her silence. “It’s alright dear, no need to worry. I was married for thirty-five years before cancer took my sweet Belle, and she and I raised six beautiful daughters. There isn’t a thing under the sun I haven’t seen, and I’ve made more trips to the store for feminine things than I could probably count! Do you need any help, or do you have everything in order?”

The young female slowly relaxed at his kindly manner. She shook her head, asserting that she had ‘it’ covered. Avrex shifted xer weight, subtly drawing the humans’ attention back to xer question.

“You’re the only woman on board, Mel. Would you like to explain? Or would you rather I did?”

Melanie’s cheeks started to change color underneath the grease. “I can do it.”

Carl seemed pleased by the answer. “Go get ‘em then. And if you need anything, you go ahead and ask me or Cal. That’s the lad over in security, in case you didn’t know. Lord knows he’s young, but he won’t give you any grief if you need something and can’t get it yourself.”

Calling a farewell, Carl patted Avrex on the shoulder and headed back to his lab, leaving the massive reptilian being towering over the tiny female.

Avrex slowly squatted down as low as xey could manage in an attempt to put her at ease. Xer experience with humans was still somewhat limited, but observation had shown that humans tended to be slightly intimidated by a difference in height.

Her cheeks were changing color again. Looking down, the human female mumbled something at the floor.

Avrex cocked xer head. “Could you repeat that more clearly please?”

Melanie seemed to gather her courage and finally looked the massive officer in the larger pair of xer four amber colored eyes.

“I’m on my period.” The admission made, she seemed to lose some of her discomfort. “It started a few hours ago while I was up in the machinery. I had to climb down and run to the rest roo-damnit, waste room to clean myself up. I’m sorry about the blood, I’ll be more careful in future.”

Avrex cocked xer head. “I do not understand. I was under the impression that ‘period’ is a form of punctuation denoting the end of a sentence. How then, can you be ‘on’ it?”

She stared at xem for a long moment, eyes widening as she slowly seemed to realize that xey genuinely had no idea what she was talking about. “Ok. Um… the word ‘period’ also means a length of time. Human females use the word as slang to talk about a specific time. It’s… God, I can’t believe I’m giving an alien the talk. Ok, so basically…”

Avrex listened in growing astonishment as the little female described a process by which one of her internal organs partially deconstructed itself once a month unless she put it to use in forming a baby. If she was to be believed, it happened once a month from approximately age eleven to age forty to fifty. Admittedly, compared to the amount of blood in the human body the amount lost during one of the episodes she described was relatively small. But, she explained that other fluids were expelled as well, along with pieces of the organ that was shredding and rebuilding itself. The entire process took place approximately every three to four weeks.

Avrex shook xer head. “Shouldn’t such a process be painful?”

Melanie shrugged. “Well yeah. I know some women who stay in bed the entire time they’re on because it hurts so bad.”

The first officer reared back in alarm. “Are you in pain?!”

Another shrug. “My uterus is shredding it’s inner lining because I’m not knocked up with a baby. Yes, I hurt.”

Avrex had to work hard not to snap xer teeth in xer anger on Melanie’s behalf. “If human females require bed-rest while experiencing one of these ‘periods’, why are you not in bed? Surely if you explained the situation to the medical officer he would have given you medical leave. We do not require a crew member to return to active duty immediately after surgery, surely an internal organ coming apart cannot be so different!”

Melanie laughed. Laughed!

The little human caught xer hand and gave it a squeeze. “I said some humans Avrex. Some. Most don’t experience severe pain. If it gets bad, it means that more than likely something else is wrong. Most of us wear special liners in our clothes or inserted into our bodies to catch the blood so we don’t get it all over the place. And we just go on with our daily routine. Grin and bear it. We’ll be alright.”

The first officer wasn’t convinced. “At least tell me that you have spoken to the medical officer about something to relieve the pain.”

She shook her head, holding up a hand to forestall xer protests. “Some women do. I don’t like using pain medication for something I can tough out. Humans have this thing, where we can slowly build up an immunity to certain drugs through prolonged use. I avoid pain medication so I don’t build up an immunity. That way, when I do need it I know it works really well. As soon as I realize my period is starting, I start drinking more water. The human body is about sixty percent water, and making sure that I’m properly hydrated speeds up the process and makes it hurt less. Instead of dealing with it for six to seven days, it only lasts three to four. Seriously Avrex, I’m fine, and I’ve got a handle on the rest of the symptoms. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Avrex felt as if xer head was spinning. “Other symptoms?”

The human bared her teeth in another smile. “Most of us get moody because our hormone level fluctuate a bit. It hits every woman a bit differently. Some women turn into a weepy mess. Me? I turn into a grouchy, irritable, cow who avoids everyone like the plague. Other women will get angry at the drop of a hat and bite the head off the nearest individual that annoys her.” She must’ve seen the look of shock and horror on xer face because she immediately backtracked. “Shit, not literally! I mean they just get overly aggressive, usually verbally.”

She waited for a second, to make sure xey understood, then went on.

“Aside from the moodiness it’s a grab bag of ways your period will affect you. Some people get cravings, some people get back pain, or their breasts”, she put her hands illustratively on the soft mounds on her chest to be sure that there wasn’t any miscommunication between them about what ‘breasts’ were, “get sore. Most of us get cramps in our lower abdomens right about here.” Again the illustrative touch, this time to a spot just below her belt. “Some of us have an increased sex drive, while others just want to roll themselves up in a blanket like a burrito, and a lot of us are fatigued. Every woman’s different.”

Avrex slowly shook xer head, completely dumbfounded by the sudden influx of information. “Is…is there anything you currently require? I know that Carl already asked, and you informed him that you were sufficiently prepared, but…”

Her face softened. “I’m fine Avrex. Really. I just…”

“Hey! Melanie! You gonna keep up with the men today, or are you gonna have a tea party with the dinosaur all day?”

Avrex almost responded.

Almost.

Instead, xey remained stationary, watching as a strange change came over the female before xem. Where before she had been timid and shy, at the sudden derogatory call from the newest of the five humans, a male named Dave, her face suddenly became calm and smooth as granite.

She slowly turned and cast a threatening, and yes Avrex was sure that this smile was definitely a threat, at Dave and the other male mechanic Josh. Josh had been the fourth human taken on, hired within days of Cal the security guard.

As Dave was the one who’d spoken, Melanie seemed to focus most of her attention on him. “Care to run that by me again smart mouth?”

Josh, older and more mature than Dave, seemed to understand the unspoken warning. “Dave…”

The younger human ignored him. “Ooh, someone woke up on the bitchy side of the bed this morning. What’s a matter sweet cheeks?” He made an expression that Avrex would later learn was called a leer. The male grabbed her by the arm. “Maybe you just need a little action to settle you down, yeah? How ‘bout it babe? I bet I can get that stick out of your ass. Hm? Maybe put something better…”

A large wrench whistled through the air and stopped within a micron’s breadth of the young human’s nose. It was easily the length of the male’s forearm, and had previously been occupying a loop on Melanie’s belt. He stared at it, cross eyed and pale, then looked at the diminutive little female who could’ve easily broken his nose if she’d had less control.

“What’s a matter?” She parroted the question back, voice tight and dark. “What’s a matter is that I started my day in a fountain of my own blood, and that’s how you’re going to end yours if you ever call me ‘sweet cheeks’, ‘babe’, or any other cutesy nickname again. And as for keeping up with you ‘men’, I’m already three days ahead of schedule. You’ve barely been on this ship a month and you’re already two weeks behind. So I’d say it’s you who aught to be keeping up with me, because it seems anything you can do I can do better and faster while bleeding.” Her dark eyes narrowed. “And lastly? If you ever lay hands on me again? I promise you, they will never find your body.”

She slid the wrench back into her belt, cast a respectful nod to Avrex, and calmly crawled back up into the machinery.

Dave stared after her for a long moment, then pointed. “Josh! Did you see what that bitch just…”

The older male cuffed him over the back of the head. “You’re an idiot. Never piss off something that bleeds for seven days a month and doesn’t die. I haven’t got to know her all that well yet, but Mel is worth ten of you. That woman works her ass off. If you ever go after her again, and she doesn’t kill you, you can bet that I will happily beat you black and blue!”

Avrex bared xer teeth, allowing a tiny warning growl to rumble deep inside xer barrel chest. The reptilian first officer slowly stood to xer full ten foot height, looming over the miscreant. “Consider yourself warned.”


An additional talk with Carl yielded a few ‘pearls of wisdom’ concerning ‘feminine’ needs.

With the thunderstruck captain’s blessing, Avrex ordered small metal receptacles installed in each of the public waste rooms on board at their next stop. Carl had suggested small boxes, but given the frequency of meteor showers and pirate attacks, evasive maneuvers were engaged fairly often. Avrex thought it better to have the receptacles affixed to the wall and a basic bolt lock placed on the lid so that the ‘feminine’ supplies wouldn’t be thrown around the waste rooms when the ship had to duck or roll suddenly.

Upon having the situation explained, the other alien members of the crew who hadn’t been released for shore leave were more than happy to help. They liked Melanie, and the discovery that she spent a week in pain each month and gave no outward sign was disconcerting to say the least.

Other changes included stain proof bedding, a heating pad, a new fluffy blanket, and a few earth sweets being slipped into her room.


Dave, the human who had harassed her, was not invited back to the ship.

Instead he was replaced with a male creylight from the Andromeda system. While not as small as the humans, he was still flexible enough to reach most of the components without taking a piece of the engine apart, and he was much stronger. The humans wouldn’t have to drag the lifting equipment out as often.

He was also made aware of how his predecessor had been fired for his disrespectful, inappropriate, and frankly downright threatening behavior towards Melanie.

The crew was not going to tolerate such treatment towards their favorite human.


Melanie nearly burst xer ear drums with her grateful calls upon returning from shore leave and discovering what xey had done.

She had been dreading coming back to work and having to deal with Dave. And then to find out he’d been fired, and to see what ‘sweethearts’ the rest of the crew had been…

As xey crouched down to receive the strongest ‘hug’ the little human could muster, Avrex couldn’t help but marvel at the change in her attitude. While she still treated Josh a little coolly, Melanie seemed much less guarded than she had before. She made friends with Cal, and Carl, and slowly started to get to know Josh. She was more outgoing while socializing with the rest of the crew. The timidity faded, an air of preparedness that the crew hadn’t even realized was there fell away. Leaving her relaxed and free. For the first time since she’d boarded the ship, she seemed truly happy.

She felt safe.

And Avrex couldn’t help but feel both saddened and enraged at how surprised she seemed that they would go out of their way to make her feel safe and comfortable. That she was so used to relying on no one but herself. So used to being stepped on and living in fear of the male half of her species taking advantage of her.

No more.

Avrex took care of xer crew.

Familiar but Unexpected

One Shot: Jungkook Best friend!AU x Reader

Word count: 9.5k 

Genre: Fluff, Angst and NSFW! Smut. 

A/N: I recommend you read this in one sitting - strap yourself in for one heck of a rollercoaster ride, boys and girls. I’m back to ruin your life temporarily. @jeonjungrude @author–nim @btsbangtansarmyv

Summary: Jungkook, your ‘best friend’ needs a place to stay since his older brother unexpectedly came home. You try to fix their sibling relationship but that ends up costing you your friendship with Jungkook- a trade for something better or for something worse? 

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Originally posted by armythreej

The doorbell rung simultaneous to the sound of constant knocks on your door. You opened your bloodshot eyes and reached over for your phone that sat on the bedside table. Who in their right mind would visit you at 4 in the morning? The violent knocking intensified and you groaned with frustration, peeling yourself away from the warm bed. You shuffled yourself over to the front door and swung it open while rubbing your tired eyes. Of course, only Jeon Jungkook, your best friend, would have the nerve to barge in at such an ungodly hour.

Jesus woman, I thought you were dead,” Jungkook’s voice sounded relieved at the sight of you in front of him, in your nighties that consisted of merely a singlet and terribly short running shorts. It exposed your supple skin to the handsome boy.

“Jungkook what the fuck do you want? I’m tired, it’s 4 in the bloody morning-” you sighed and wobbled with fatigue.

“Hello to you too, sweetheart,” Jungkook scoffed and entered your apartment with a small suitcase in his grip. “My brother came home unexpectedly just then, I need a place to crash until he leaves.”

You nodded without much thought, you knew his brother was always a sensitive topic for him so you understood.

“That’s fine by me. I’m going back to sleep,” you announced to the noir haired boy with a loud yawn. He merely snickered at your exhausted state and jumped onto your sofa- where he usually crashed after his nights out.

You glided back into the comfort of your bedsheets and closed your eyes to drift off into dreamland.


Morning came quicker than expected. You woke up to the sound of shuffling and fidgeting from the kitchen. It was unusual for Jungkook to wake up so early, early being 9 o’ clock since it was a Saturday morning. 

“Good morning,” you said in a nasal voice as you poured yourself a cup of coffee Jungkook had brewed. You peaked over Jungkook’s broad shoulders to see sizzling pancakes on the pan. 

“What’s the special occasion?” you murmured behind a hazy sounding giggle and Jungkook showed no emotion, a thin line across his lips. 

“Nothing..” Jungkook sounded inaudible as his chest grew with the inhalation of his breath. He let out a loud sigh and you gulped at the boy’s condition. It was rare for him to look so serious. He was normally always making the most inappropriate jokes and comments. 

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I’m gonna go on a quick rant on feminism/femininity and Disney here.

Originally posted by disneylandwheredreamscometrue

It just riles me up when people seem to get the idea that femininity means a lack of feminism. When people take a look at the girl in the pants and the girl in the ballgown and says the one in pants is more feminist and empowering than the one in the dress. The whole point of one of the many aspects of feminism is that as women we have the right to choose to be and wear whatever we want. A woman in a dress is just as feminist as a woman in a burqa, and they’re both just as feminist as a woman in a suit or a woman in a bikini. And beyond clothing, a woman who’s married and in love is just as feminist as a woman who’s single. Here’s where Disney comes in, no one princess is a better more feminist role model than another. It’s important to have more than one type of role model yes, but just because one girl likes to fight and another girl likes to sew, it doesn’t mean that one is a better role model. All the princesses and other Disney ladies have good values to teach us and our kids in different ways and I’m gonna go through them with you.

Originally posted by badxbaby

Snow White:

For one thing this girl is 14. She is a child and her outlook on the world and her dreams in life shouldn’t be measured up to an adult’s. She’s kind, caring, and yes, she does dream of true love’s kiss. But she’s 14. When I was 14 I was dreaming of the same damn thing. But what we can learn from her is that when you care for everyone, even strangers, you’ll see that kindness returned. When she’s lost in the woods and scared for her life, she still finds the strength to be kind to the animals. In return they show her to the Dwarves’ cottage. She’s sweet and decides to clean up the place and take care of the dwarves out of the kindness of her heart and they return the kindness by giving her a home when she had none. At the end she’s rewarded with the true love’s kiss she wanted. We can even learn from the Evil Queen that vanity is a terrible thing. 

Originally posted by snowwhitecinderellaaurora-blog

Aurora:

The main thing to remember about Aurora is that for one thing, she met Phillip when she was a baby. The other thing is that while the good fairies did love her and take care of her, she grew up isolated and alone. She’s always had these dreams of meeting someone (anyone) else to break that isolation. But in that isolation she’s still strong, kind, and trusting. She loves her adoptive aunts, and for a side character(might make a post about that later) I would still count her as a good role model because of that kindness. 

Originally posted by goldensilverdisney

Cinderella:

Her, I’m definitely going to expand on in another post. But, she’s one of my favorite princess. Ironically, not one of my favorite movies, but she’s an amazing character and I love her. She’s a survivor of child abuse. That’s the very first thing that you need to understand about her. She doesn’t stay happy and content with a grin and bare it attitude, she got mad. She was snarky, and she only found happiness in the little free time she had and in her pets/friends. All she wanted that night was to go to the ball. All she wanted was one night to have fun and get out of the house. She wanted one night where she wouldn’t be berated and yelled at and ordered around. And when she met the prince, she didn’t even know who he was. She didn’t even mind that she would probably never see him again. And at the end she more or less saved herself. She didn’t wait around and sing a song from her tower to get rescued, she asked her friends to get the key and help her out. She was smart enough to pull out the other slipper. There’s nothing wrong with getting help from those around you and there’s no shame in asking for it. There’s nothing un-feminist about getting help, especially when you’re an abuse survivor. And that’s what Cinderella is about. Her fairy godmother coming to help her. Women helping women. 

Originally posted by disneymoviesanywhere

Ariel:

The one big thing that made the Disney renaissance so great is they decided to follow the rules of Broadway musicals. One of the trademarks of this is the “I want” song. That’s the motivation for the main character and it’s the driving force for the plot. 

Ariel wants to live in the human world. That’s her dream. She desperately wants to be a human. Eric was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. Ariel is strong willed and curious. She’s the undersea equivalent of an anthropologist. She’s 16, so of course she’s going to make stupid mistakes, but she gets to live out her dream in the end and become a human. The main point and what makes her a wonderful feminist role model is that she uses that drive and curiosity to pursue her passion. 

Originally posted by mkgaud

Belle:

I’m not sure I have to go into too much detail about her although I will mention, she is not a victim of Stockholm Syndrome. And to be honest how would being an abuse victim make her any less feminist? Anyway, of course she’s smart and loves reading. She loves adventure books and that’s what her “I want” song is about. She wants adventure and she wants someone who understands her and doesn’t think she’s weird for her interest. She’s a good role model not only for her love of reading but also of course for her kindness and seeing the good in people despite their appearance. 

Originally posted by moviewhorexo

Jasmine:

She. Is. Not. A. Prize. To. Be. Won. Moving on,

Kidding. But anyway she’s great because what she values is freedom and love. I feel like a lot of people forget is the line, “when I marry, I want it to be for love”. She wants to make her own choices in all aspects of her life and she decides to leave her life of privilege to pursue that freedom. You can hear and see it sprinkled in all around the movie (and the stage show). She sees herself as a bird in a cage and she’s happiest when she’s free and litteraly flying. And at the end she chooses Aladin. It’s all about her choice. 

Pocahontas:

Originally posted by anightmarefantasmic

So unintentional racism, stereotypes, white savior trope, erasing history, and pairing her with the horrible monster aside for a moment…

Let’s talk about 18 year old Disney Pocahontas as her own character. The main thing that comes to mind when I think of her is strength and bravery. She knows herself and she knows what she loves, and she’ll do anything to protect it. She also cares about the earth and environment. All of those are wonderful traits to have as a role model. 

Originally posted by magical-rasputin

Mulan:

Again, I don’t think I have to go into much detail about why she’s a great feminist role model. She’s usually who everyone thinks of when it comes to great feminist characters.

But what I will say is one thing not a lot of people mention in her great feminist role model-ness is that she doesn’t mind being feminine. She knows the ”perfect porcelain doll” isn’t her, but she doesn’t mind dressing up when she can make it her own. Another thing that I’m surprised get’s as ignored as it does especially since it’s scattered through the whole movie including her very first scene, she’s smart. She’s not a fighter, she’s a strategist. She makes her chores easier for herself. She wins the game of Go on her way to meet the match maker. She figures out how she can protect her dad. She uses the weights to her advantage. She does trigonometry in her head on the fly. She comes up with the distraction and using the fireworks. And the epitome of it all, she uses the symbol of femininity in the movie, her fan, to outsmart Shan Yu and take his sword. 

Originally posted by definite-disnerd

Tiana:

Can you believe I’ve heard people say Tiana isn’t feminist enough? Most people know how hardworking and practical she is, but she also learns a very important lesson that you’ll never be truly happy if you don’t let loose and have fun in reasonable amounts. She’s an amazing role model just as wonderful as everyone else in the line up and her morale is one of my favorites to try and live by. “Fairytales can come true, but you’ve gotta make them happen. It all depends on you.”


Rapunzel, Merida, Anna, Elsa, and Moana:

Honestly I feel like I don’t have to do much defending for these four. Everyone on this site has already pointed out what great feminist role models they are and many people regard them plus Tiana and Mulan as the “best” most feminist princesses. I love them all too, and of course they’re all great feminist role models, I just don’t think there’s much I could add. 

Anyway, I think a /lot/ of other Disney ladies are also wonderful feminist role models but this was supposed to be just the princess lineup. and I might make separate posts for them. But if you’ll notice I didn’t take relationship status, style choices, hobby choices, sexuality headcannons, or appearance into account when talking about what great role models they are because you shouldn’t. Of course women and girls deserve more than just one type of girl to look up to, but one type of girl isn’t any better or worse than another. You can be hyper feminine like Cinderella, Not feminine at all like Merida, or a little bit of both like Mulan. You can be smart like Belle, or naive yet kind like Snow White. All of them are wonderful. 

I’ll go ahead and leave you my favorite Disney feminist hero.

(she’s amazing. google her real quick)

Note: this is a continuation of a post // extremely long

101 reasons why Jikook/Kookmin is my ultimate OTP
or 101 times Jikook made my heart flutter (Part 2)

PART 1

51) A jikook compilation wouldn’t be a compilation without THE back hugs.

Hands on waist…

Chin on shoulder…

52) Not long after Jimin tweeted a pic of ramen, Jungkook indirectly replied to him by posting FOUR selcas of him along with a message telling him his ramen looked bland. idk about you but i found this interaction cute.

53) The artistic couple.The muscle pig and manggaetteok drawings that were featured in Snow App. They even drew the chicken drawings on the menu at Isac. I can imagine them sitting and drawing random things together. ㅠㅠ 

54) Jimin posted not one but three videos on Jungkook’s birthday, which means he wished Jungkook three times on SNS and made my head spin thrice.

55) Jimin and Jungkook took photos of each other sleeping.

56) When Jungkook thought there was no camera around when they were rounding the corner so he went up to Jimin and slid his hand around his waist. Little did he know they got caught on camera. I’d like to thank Yoongi’s vj for this awesome footage.

57) The many times Jimin has summoned Jungkook for Armys. In simpler words, Jungkook always tweets something after Jimin, and we all know how seldom he appears on Twitter.

58) “hyung has cute toes” Okay but like who lingers around his friend’s photo shoot and randomly blurts out that he has cute..toes????

59) The look! Jungkook’s expression when he’s feeding Jimin earns him a spot on this list haha. Tbh They’re kinda like eyefucking eo when jimin’s being fed. look at Jimin’s eyes. Apart from that I like how Jungkook fed him.

60) Their interactions the whole ISAC. Masterlist 👣

61)  How can I miss this? Jikook in Japan..this one has a special place in my heart. Back in 2016, it had been just a casual discussion between me and my friends on kakao. Never thought jikook would continue displaying PDA every single time they go to Japan. What’s more when they have very strict no-camera policy during concerts.

62) The amount of heart eyes they shoot at each other.

63) When they had a dinner date in the dorm to promote Mala Hot Chicken. What baffled me was that Jungkook mentioned beforehand he wanted to sleep but he still accompanied Jimin. I’m soft.

64) Jimin has made it very apparent, truly obvious that he likes jungkook. Whether it’s liking him as a dongsaeng, or just someone he’s extremely comfortable with, Jimin always, without failing, reminds us who he dotes on. “Why do I like you so much?” Lately, I’ve been crazy because I like Jungkook so much. I think of this as a start of something beautiful, and I am so glad Jimin didn’t even hesitate in expressing his feelings towards the maknae. I think this might have helped jungkook unwind. Look at jungkook now. That’s some character development right there :)

65) Massage. Quoted line from AHL mentor, Tony Jones “They are very touchy feely and to them, it’s nothing. I’d walk into the room and Suga’s massaging V’s neck or Jimin’s giving Jungkook an intimate back massage..”

66) When Jungkook bent down so he would get closer to Jimin and put the rein-kook headband on Jimin’s head. They’re separated a lot of times during fansigns but somehow they managed to get tgt at the end.

67) When Jungkook blows a kiss, then turns to Jimin whose lips are puckered and does the same to him, using the same fingers he used earlier. Okay I’ve been meaning to say this. Realistically speaking, if you pucker your lips and you put your fingers on them, wouldn’t your saliva stick to your fingers? I’m not trying to imply anything here, just genuinely asking haha.
140529 Ameba Studio

68) When a webtoon artist gave Jimin two dolls, but Jimin decided to give one to Jungkook. She even posted a webtoon of them. To be honest who wouldn’t?

69) *screams to the people in the back* ALL-NIGHTER FRIENDS!!! As written by the man himself, “ALL the time, it’s just the two of us doing something at night. I don’t know what we do”

70) Jungkook scribbling hearts all over Jimin’s birthday drawing. He’s one whipped man.

71) Just other instances Jungkook and Jimin flirting on stage. 

//gif above isn’t mine//

72) When Jimin and Jungkook chose each other when asked “if you were a girl, who would you date?”

73) The shocking fact that Jungkook demanded an apartment from Jimin as a graduation gift. Like, apartment? of all things? What kind of domesticity is this?

74) The way Jungkook takes care of Jimin even though he’s the younger one, and how Jimin is there when he’s the one seeking comfort.

75) I will never forget the Gayo Back hug, ever. I’ve mentioned back hug somewhere above, but this is different.This deserves a point of its own.

76) When Jimin took off one of his rings at the airport and gave it to jungkook.

77) When Jungkook stopped in front of Jimin during his part in For You at Osaka concert, and kind of directed the lyrics for Jimin. Jimin just couldn’t stop smiling afterward :(((
The lyrics are:
It smells like you
The road that I walk on
I plug my earphone to my status
My true feelings lie beyond there

78) When Jimin and Jungkook steered away from the bunch and instead opted for some alone on the cruise. people say you smile the brightest when you’re with someone you love, yes?

79) The fact that Jimin wanted to become napa cabbage after seeing Kook dressed up as a bunny, so he could eat him, albeit choosing to be cheese initially. What even is that statement lol 👣 

80) The morph of their dynamic. I kind of miss their old moments, when Jimin was bolder, more carefree, and Jungkook seemed to be too shy to reciprocate. (on camera). Now they have matured. They have grown up well. A wave of nostalgia sweeps over me. The transition of their relationship is extremely beautiful.

81) When Jimin became Jungkook’s makeup artist for a day, hovering around the set, even drawing a pic of a bird that’s used as a prop later.

82) their size difference might be exaggerated at times, but you really can’t deny that it is cute, even if it’s not much.

83) When Jungkook changed the lyrics in Spring Day to Jimin.                      
Like a small piece // Of Jimin // That floats in the air 

84) When Jungkook showed to the world what a sweet boyfriend he is,making jimin laugh, sitting him on his lap, hugging him on his birthday. Sweet sweet jungkookie.

85) Let’s state the obvious- 21CG choreos!!! i love how they evolved, just like their remarkable, legendary nmd lift.

86) Their sensual dance covers.

87) When Jungkook guides and encourages Jimin during games/missions.

88) The many times Jimin has been spotted wearing Jungkook’s clothes, despite the well-known fact that Jungkook doesn’t share clothes. Newsflash: Jungkook wears Jimin’s too!

89) We know Jungkook knows Jimin like the back of his hand, but that doesn’t mean that Jimin knows any less. I think they spend time together way too much.👣

90) How often the word “JIMIN” trips off Jungkook’s tongue- this what fascinates me the most. At one time he even mistook Jin for Jimin.

91) Jimin’s eagerness to kiss Jungkook for his Coming of Age, being the first one to hold out a hand for a game of Rock Paper Scissors. Bon Voyage season 1

92) When Jimin waited over an hour for Kook to finish filming BTS Flower Boy mini drama, even though he’d finished his part. Jimin couldn’t even stay mad at him for not telling, like how fond is he?


93) The fact that Jungkook is more than comfortable speaking in banmal with Jimin.He once said in Idol Party that he prefers talking in jeondaetmal (polite language) with his hyungs but look at the amount of times he’s dropped the honorific and called Jimin by his name. uhm, let’s talk about treating the other as equals?

94) Jimin and Jungkook, the human embodiment of Piske Usagi.

95) When Jungkook’s bro drew Jungkook as Muzi and Jimin as Con, the inseparable duo on Kakao. Bro knows. 👣

96) In Kkul FM 2016, When Jungkook and Jimin nearly intertwined their fingers . Scoffs bh seemed to think it’s okay to abruptly cut off their scene. What intrigues me most is that they weren’t even looking but their hands still somehow managed to find their way around. Also other instances they hold hands. I love how Jungkook’s slightly bigger hands envelop Jimin’s smaller ones. *Jimin’s pinky tho!*

97) How they’re destined to meet. The fact that they’re both from Busan, have matching moles, Jungkook’s bro named Junghyun and Jimin’s bro named Jihyun..imagine what would’ve happened had Jimin not been the last one to enter Bangtan.

98) When Jimin said he’d be looking at the ocean with Jungkook but Jungkook straight up rejected him and chose to go on a trip with his bro instead. It was quite a strong statement but a moment later Jungkook proved it wrong by reaching out and squeezing Jimin’s hand underneath the table, kinda like a reassurance that it’s all part of a joke. He cares. He truly does.

99) During Jin’s birthday prank at MAMA, these two couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The moment they entered the bathroom, they almost shut everything out-talking to themselves, picking on the cake- until the members gave them the signal to stop w/e they’re doing. Months later Mama kindly revealed another footage, this time consisting of just them, in the bathroom, jungkook right in the middle of buttoning up his jacket, wearing nothing underneath. How was I supposed to sit still?

100) When Jungkook and Jimin take skinship to a whole new level, or simply put, the times Jikook makes us question the real intention behind their acts and excessive skinship.

101) Last but not least, Perhaps my all time favorite moment- When Jungkook was caught observing Jimin’s every move, literally had his eyes only on him.

(Mark 1:17 onward)

I super love this video bc the song chosen matched so well with the situation- like they wanted to reach out but couldn’t so they stayed put, could only observe the other from far…

and that’s it!
thank you, you made it to the bottom of this post! In short, everything about jikook makes me feel content. I had thought of doing more  but despite my brain literally screaming at me “Include this! You forgot this!”, I had to stick to 101. Anyway, I hope this mends your longing hearts. Have a lovely day! Thank you for reading!

Bonus because I have to:

when the members revealed on BTS KKul FM 2017 that Jungkook bought a birthday present only for Jimin. Am I your favorite hyung?

When Jungkook, the youngest in the group, called Jimin who is 2 years older than him a baby. 애기야가자 !

7:32 PM - Peter Parker

request -  queen. I love your writing. If you’re willing to do another peter Parker smut bc im full of sin and ur last one was so damn good, can u do one where u guys are friends and peter asks if he can eat u out “for practice” or something and he’s rly awkward about it ? if u don’t wanna do that or if u wanna change it in anyway that’s totally cool. thanks for sharing your word with the world, it’s amazing!!!

a/n - had to get around to writing my second smut fic on this blog and i hope it isn’t a flop like me!!! this is NOT a continuation of 11:57 PM, i just thought it was cool to name the smut fics a time bc i think it makes it mysterious?? idk im dumb LMAO but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!

7:32 PM. The time where I was supposed to be studying for my upcoming exam in Chemistry, but instead I’m over at Peter’s apartment doing the complete opposite. From being teenagers, it automatically causes us to always want to touch the other, and that’s the case just about now.

Our textbooks laid on his desk as we were sitting on his bed, myself straddling his lap as he held me close to his body. Our lips were happily engaged, coming together countless times as some music played lowly in the background. May had just left to grab dinner, explaining why Peter took such advantage of the situation.

Peter’s lips left mine as they came for my neck, kissing my sweet spot tenderly. He had only waiter a couple of seconds before gliding his tongue over it, making my spine shiver rather than his. One thing that I noticed lately is that Peter is taking more control, even though his nervousness was still as clear as day.

“Peter..” I rasped, holding the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

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Yoongi as your boyfriend would include...

Originally posted by yoongles

  • THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO bE NIcE
  • Okays now lets begin
  • I feel like Yoongi wouldn’t date someone unless he knew a little about them
  • So you two would start of as friends (even if he liked you when he first met you, he just wouldn’t be comfortable starting a relationship with someone he didn’t know)
  • Anywayyy, both of you would be friends for awhile just so he could make sure what he felt for you was real
  • And when he knew it was the real deal there was no holding this boy back
  • He wouldn’t waste any time telling you he loved you
  • It would most likely be in the middle of the night when he confessed
  • He would ring the doorbell of your apartment (ignoring the string of curse words that followed and the large bang that he could only assume was you falling out of your bed)
  • You would open the door with messy hair and lopsided bunny pajamas but he wouldn’t care
  • Yoongi would kiss you right then and there, not giving a damn that you just rolled out of bed
  • He’d smile into the kiss once he felt you reciporcate
  • He would pull back and stare in your sleepy eyes, watching in amusement as you tried to form words
  • But then he’d just go, “Shh, I need to go back to sleep” before brushing past you into yOUR APARTMENT leaving you dazed and confused to question yourself what the fuck just happened
  • You’d just leave him be though, it wasn’t worth getting you eyes scratched out for waking him up
  • Over the next few weeks everyone would be kind of confused
  • They couldn’t figure out whether you and Yoongi were actually dating or just friends
  • However, one fatal night in Yoongi’s studio in the middle of making out Taehyung would burst in
  • Before running back out in the hallway screaming “oh my gOD THEY ARE DATING! FINALLY!”
  • You would giggle slightly which was then cut off by Yoongi sticking his tongue in your mouth again (rude boi)
  • There was no filter in your relationship btw
  • Yoongi would kiss you everywhere and anywhere he wanted
  • He’d also grab your ass a lot
  • So yeah he’s a big fan of PDA despite him not seeming like it
  • He just loves showing you off
  • He’d secretly dedicate lyrics to you during concerts, winking and pointing to where you sat, letting everyone know that you were his and he was yours
  • Yoongi would also be really possessive and jealous, but not to the point where it became overbearing
  • It’s just little looks and glares he’d send to the person who dared flirting with you
  • This also caused the boys to start flirting with you just to annoy Yoongi
  • You two were deemed the ‘grandma and grandpa of bangtan’ and believe me you both lived up to that title
  • You two spent most of your dates in the dorm and complained about anything and everything
  • There was also hardly a time when the both of you weren’t asleep together (not like that…)
  • Taehyung and Jungkook would constantly record the both of you for future blackmail
  • But even those two couldn’t deny that you both didn’t look adorable
  • You were the only one that could actually get Yoongi to relax
  • When the boys got worried that Yoongi was overworking himself they called you over, already knowing he wouldn’t listen to them
  • But once you arrived you’d pull him over to the studio couch, ignoring his whines, and he’d instantly fall asleep in your arms
  • Whenever he was on tour he’d ditch recording sessions and dance practices despite your protests just so he could skype you
  • Most of the time it’d be really sweet as you both exchanged “I love you’s”
  • But other times it’d become quite naughty if you know what I mean ;));)
  • He’d also send you encouraging texts throughout the day to help you get through work/school
  • You two would rarely fight
  • But when you did it was B R U T E L
  • You and Yoongi are both hardheaded and stubborn so it was hard to agree on some things
  • Your fights would include screaming matches and bringing up pointless things from the past that added fuel to the fire
  • The aftermath of the fight was the worst part
  • Yourself and Yoongi had a hard time apologizing so you two would ignore each other for a few days
  • However, after thinking about it for a long time one of you would apologize
  • And the other would immediately forgive them because you both missed each other so much
  • Yoongi would also be a big cuddlier in private
  • He loved having you in his arms on his days off, cherishing the way your body seemed to fit so perfectly with his
  • Overall you and Yoongi had the cutest relationship that most were jealous of
  • He wouldn’t know what he would do without you

Originally posted by kinkyoongi93

  • Now lets get to the sexy stuff ;)
  • Yoongi wouldn’t go easy on you when you got down and dirty
  • Don’t get me wrong, there were times when you had soft sensual love making
  • But most of the time he would be very rough
  • Slight kitten kink (okay huge kitten kink)
  • He’d love having you on top, not because he couldn’t be bothered doing anything but because he wanted to admire your fucked out state while riding him
  • Yoongi would love pulling your hair
  • He’d probably do it while he was kissing down your neck to expose more of it or when he was taking you from behind, then he’d bunch it into a makeshift ponytail
  • He’s pretty experimental in bed but he would make sure he remained dominant
  • Even when you were on top he’d hold your hips and guide you onto his dick
  • Most of the time you’d come out with multiple bruises on your hips due to his roughness
  • This boy would absolutely L O V E marking you as his
  • It was unlikely for you to have no love bits after sex
  • He’d leave them all over your neck, collarbones, chest and thighs making it impossible for you to cover them
  • As I said before he’s a jealous lover, so every time someone as much looked at you he’d make sure you remembered who you belonged to that night
  • He’s also the daddy type (he prefers kitten and princess though)
  • Yoongi would make you strip for him and would buy you the most expensive lingerie only for it to be ripped off your body later
  • Obviously he’s big on eating you out
  • But again he loved having you on top
  • You weren’t sure about it at first but once Yoongi grabbed you by your thighs and ordered you to sit on his face you’d practically melt
  • He would eat you out as a form of roleplay, it was his favorite thing to do before you two actually got started
  • He loved the way you pulled at his dark locks while looking into his intense eyes, as his tongue teased your clit
  • Hanbane is also a big post-sex cuddlier
  • He wanted to relax after intimate moments with you, so having your nude body pressed against his was like a dream
  • In conclusion you and Yoongi were practically the cutest couple (and the hottest of course ;))

Anyway I hope you guys liked this. I’m thinking about making this a mini series for each member just like my fake texts. Let me know what you guys thought! (。♥‿♥。)

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baby fever [parenthood series #1]

 summary: Bucky wants a baby. || fluff & nsfw || [future]dad!bucky x reader ||

warnings: your heart will grow like the grinch at this sweet content, nsfw, smut, trying for a baby, fear of parenthood, [intentional] unprotected sex, mentions of prenancy, mentions of Steve/Natasha and their baby Sarah

note: I’ve been posting dad!bucky fics here and there, so I decided to make a legit series and stuff about it called ‘Parenthood.’ This series will show everyone how Bucky’s little family was started, and how they progress through milestones and all of that. Here’s the first part called ‘Baby Fever!’ 

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know it all — p.p.

summary : may parker can’t fathom that you and her nephew aren’t dating yet- she can’t wait forever, you know, and she knows it’s going to happen eventually. when has may ever been wrong?

word count : 3k

author’s note : long time no see?? LOL sophomore year is successfully kicking my ass but i wrote this and it’s semi long so?? 

   May Parker prides herself on a lot of things- namely, her stunning resilience in the face of immense adversity, and the way she just seems to know things. She can’t help it, it’s her not so lame superpower and she uses it on Peter all the time, much to his annoyance. She earns a roll of the eyes whenever she says something out of the blue, so profound Peter can’t help but contemplate its credibility for the hours that follow their interactions. She knows things, she does, and she knows that you and her nephew are as meant to be as her and Ben were- are, she chastises herself sometimes- and she knows it so truly in the deepest recesses of her heart that the fact that you and Peter aren’t together is something that goes right over her head. 

   “Peter, hon, when’s your girl coming over? I miss having other ladies in the house,” she says one day, interrupting the silence that had settled upon the pair  as Peter recited the periodic table of elements so naturally in his head in preparation for a quiz the following day. Peter loses track somewhere between lithium and beryllium or maybe it was phosphorus, he doesn’t know anymore, when he hears May call you that, his girl, and he shakes his head at her wildly. “What? What’d I say?” May points her wooden spoon at him, and Peter’s reminded that she’s Italian for the fifth time that day. 

   “May, she’s not- she’s not my, like, girlfriend,” he stresses each syllable the word carries, practically throwing his pencil across the table when he turns his chair to get a better view of his aunt as she prepares dinner- pasta, again, because she claims it’s the only thing she can’t possibly mess up. “You know that! Y/N’s been my best friend forever.” 

    “You realize you can be best friends with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Peter can sense May’s eyes rolling even though he can’t see her since she’s facing the stove with her back turned. “You two have definitely kissed. You can’t tell me you haven’t.” 

    Peter’s entire face feels hot when she says that, his hands clammy when he presses them together against his cheeks, placing his elbows on the table to prop his head up. “That’s embarrassing, May. Why would you ever ask me that?” He runs his hands through his hair and the gel is so terribly packed on it that the carefully prepared hairstyle comes undone with one swift movement. “We haven’t, in case you’re wondering, which I know you are because you’re nosy.” Peter feels the spoon lightly poke into his back, a playful warning. 

   “Anyways,” May continues loudly, “as I was saying before, your girlfriend should come over for dinner sometime this week. I’m making pasta.” She grins before placing a bowl of penne in front of Peter, his least favorite pasta shape. Peter scowls at the penne but picks up his fork anyway and shoves some in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before giving May a thumbs up. At least she was proud of it. “I won’t make penne if you get her to come over.” 

    She knows she’s got him when she sees the slow, unsure nod start. He sticks his hand out, and May shakes it happily. “Only because of the penne. I want bowties. Please,” he gives his aunt his best, brightest, sweetest smile he can form, much like the ones that come so naturally when he turns his gaze to look at you- but May won’t bring that up just yet. “And don’t make girlfriend jokes in front of her.” His utensil stabs into the pasta as he thinks to himself, ‘cause if you keep it up in front of her, she’ll think I’m a weirdo and I’ll never genuinely get to call Y/N that, ever. Honestly, he’d much rather launch himself headfirst off of the Empire State Building than never get to experience kissing you, holding your hand, being with you in all those sorts of hopelessly romantic ways that he daydreams about regularly. He’s doing it again, slipping into that endless reverie he always seems to find himself lost in. But it’s okay. His mind is a chasm of soft loves and sweet words shared between the two of you. It’s a beautiful, long mess of a dream. 

   “You lost, Pete?” May snaps her fingers in front of his face, bemused. 

    “A little,” he sighs in that dreamy tone she recalls her own self indulging in so fondly in her younger years. His gaze becomes hazy again, like he’s on another plane entirely, but she lets him be. For now. 


    Peter knows he’s dressing up a little too much for just a friend. He’s spraying too much strong cologne and gelling his hair excessively and praying you won’t notice the fact that it’ll be dryer than the leaves in the wintertime, but it’s all too much for someone he insists is his best friend and his best friend alone, nothing more and nothing less, certainly not his girlfriend. Never that, right? Peter frowns at his reflection and tilts his head down, rubbing his head in attempt to remove most of the gel that had been a serious mistake in the first place. You preferred his hair curly, anyway. Not that he cared. Not in the slightest. He puts on the sweater that you once said looked lovely on him and he wears his nice jeans, the ones without that stupid hole near the butt cheek that you can’t really see unless you’re trying

   His cheeks flush when May gives a tiny, satisfied smirk upon seeing his perfectly put together outfit. He acts as if no time at all was spent on his appearance, but she knows him, like she knows everything else, and she knows that he’s been holed up in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now trying to see which shirt matched his eyes best and debating the chances of you realizing that this was the sweater you liked the most on him before he put it on and beamed at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was the color or the stitching or the fabric but he was starting to like this one much more, too. 

   “You look very handsome, sweets,” May says to him, squeezing his shoulder as she brushes past him to place a salad on the table. Peter surveys the salad with a strange look on his face. 

   “Why’d you make a salad? Since when does Y/N eat salad?” He raises his eyebrows at her, before adding with haste, “not that I don’t love your salad, Aunt May, ‘cause I do. I promise.”  

   Aunt May places her hands on her hips, peering at him through the tops of her glasses in a way that makes her look too wise for someone as young as she was. “I’m making a good impression, obviously.” 

   “You’ve known her for like ten years now, the time for good impressions is over, May. You missed your chance.”

   “This is the first time I’m seeing Y/N as your girlfriend, though!” Peter lets out the loudest groan imaginable, running his hands over his cheeks and slapping his forehead with great vexation. 

   “Still not my girlfriend,” he insists on insisting, taking the extra plates out of her busy hands and helping to set the small kitchen table. 

   May smooths back a loose strand of hair from his forehead with a kind, teasing grin on her face. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want her to be, kiddo.” 

   He can’t possibly argue with that sort of logic, especially not when his aunt hits the nail right on the head in that peculiar way she has a habit of doing, so he just smiles and kisses May on the cheek. There’s a knock on the door less than a second later, and the pair scramble for the upper hand before Peter beats her to it and nearly flies to grab the handle of it and yank it open so he can greet you accordingly, slightly out of breath with his hair flopping to one quite nicely and a joyous smile making its way across his mouth when he sees you for the first time that day. May hovers earnestly behind him, hands fluttering over her nephew’s shoulders so she can push past him to wrap you in a hug if need be. Sometimes Peter has the impression that May adores you even more than he does; he wasn’t sure if he should be glad for that, or a bit offended that you seemed to return the blatant favoritism with ardency. 

   There was a brief second where your eyes raked over your best friend’s face with soft admiration, hidden as carefully as you could manage. When you met his appreciative gaze you felt the palms of your hands clam up and so you cast your look back to his aunt and playfully pushed past him to give her a hug. 

   Peter, offense overriding his previously somewhat moonstruck expression, backed away from you when you finally turned toward him with your arms outstretched. “Oh, now I get a hug? Interesting,” he rolls his eyes in a teasing manner, unable and unwilling to conceal his little, loving smile that appeared when you pried his arms off his chest and defiantly wrapped them around yourself as you hugged him. “Didn’t seem so interested in hugging me when you were shoving me away to get to May,” he says, craning his neck to stare at you whilst continuing to drag the embrace out for as long as possible. 

   “You’re still my favorite Parker,” you reply, poking his chest lightly. Then you turn away before you can say anything else that could be considered too revealing of certain, carefully concealed feelings that had the possibility of being detrimental to a beautiful friendship that had manifested over the years into something more, but not quite, not yet. “Sort of,” you put as an afterthought, lest he get any ideas about you feeling… something for him. “Anyways, what’s for dinner, May?” You anticipate pasta, and when May announces the dish with a great flourishing of her hand, you grin. Typical, yes, but nothing if not welcomed. 

  Peter, gentleman that he is, pulls out your chair for you, and you let yourself imagine that he’s doing it as a chivalrous boyfriend and not simply a polite friend. He imagines the same, though. Imagines that he’s on a date with you and he pulls out your chair and smiles kindly and lovingly- and he basks in this image for as long as he can. May calls you over then, and the daydream is shattered. You make your way over to her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. 

   May lowers her voice before speaking, “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to explain something to me,” she starts. You nod, raising your eyebrows at her. “Explain why you and Peter aren’t together yet. Honestly, honey, I just can’t understand it.” She talks with her hands the way Peter does. 

   “Uh- what? I, um, I don’t… understand?” Your voice cracks a little, as if having May practically shove your less than friendly feelings for Peter back in your face wasn’t embarrassing enough. “We’re, um, you know, like, friends.” 

   Her hand waves dismissively, pushing that sentence away. “No, no, see that’s what he said, too! I have to disagree. I know everything, kiddo, and I know that you two are going to make it as a couple, so if that’s what your afraid of, don’t be. Go for it. I see the same thing in him that I see in you right now, and that thing is love. So, I’m going to need you to go make my nephew the happiest kid on Earth and tell him you’re falling in love with him, and you’ll see that he’s going to say the same thing to you. Trust me. Aunt May knows all,” she shrugs in a casual manner, brushing her confidence off, before she steers you around and gently pushes you back toward the tiny dining room table where Peter sits awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs with his lip caught between his teeth. 

   “Hi,” you almost whisper, settling down in your seat across from him. 

   He glances up. “Hey,” he says, smiling again. A reflex, in your presence. He clears his throat, then asks, “So, what’d you and May talk about?” He knows May loves him as if he were her son, which for all intents and purposes he is, but he can’t be sure of her secrecy. He wouldn’t put it past his aunt to let slip “accidentally” that he liked you, loved you, cared for you. 

   You take a sip of your glass of water that Peter must have filled in your absence from the table. You had a tendency to take sips of your drink when in uncomfortable conversations, or conversations you felt nervous in. He notes that. “Oh, um, nothing really… but if were gonna talk about it, I’d wanna do it in, like, private?” You twirl your straw around your drink, mixing the ice in the glass. Peter abruptly stands from his chair. You watch him sling a jacket around his shoulders and throw one of his sweaters at you, which you catch easily. “You wanna go now?” 

   He nods, licking his lips anxiously. “No better time than the present, right?” If you’re going to confront him and crush his heart with a single sentence that stands along the lines of I see you as a friend, he wants it done sooner rather than later. He wants it over with, so he can go back to his suffering in comfortable silence and start an attempt to move past this crush the way he had easily drifted away from his crush on Liz Allan. You fumble with the sweater as you stand. “May, we’re gonna step out for a bit!” Peter announces, opening the front door of his apartment and letting you slip out first. He doesn’t wait for her response before he disappears, too. May watches the two of you leave and feels her heart grow twice its size. 

  You’re standing outside the apartment building ten minutes later in the chilly autumn breeze, thankful for the cologne scented sweater that rests over your body like a warm blanket. Peter’s hands are never cold, and so they linger outside of his pockets as opposed to yours, shoved inside the front pocket of the sweater he’s given you. He reaches for your hands wordlessly and rubs them over his. “You’re always freezing,” he laughs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours with a new burst of confidence that you find endearing as you squeeze his hands. “Hey, wanna know something? You might know it already but, I figure I should tell you myself, if you wanna know.” He swings his hands back and forth, and yours swing along with his. 

   “Yeah, please,” you insist, twisting your head to the side to sweep the windswept hair out of your face. One of Peter’s hands comes up to brush it out of the way, typical and cliche and an overplayed move but none of that matters when the action is being carried out, because it makes your stomach constrict in that funny way and your heart melt into a puddle on the dirty sidewalk. His fingers linger over the softness of your cheek, and he keeps his hand there to see what you’ll say about it. You say nothing, let remain there. “You gonna tell me or not?” 

  “Should I- I could maybe…” he sucks on the bottom of his lip. “Forget it, I don’t know how to speak properly around you like this.” You start to protest, demand he tell you because you won’t be able to stop thinking about this if he doesn’t, but every word dies before it can touch the edge of your lips. Peter has his head lowered down toward you and he’s kissing you, a thought that’s crossed your mind more times than you were able to count but now, it’s happening. Real lips pressed against yours feverishly, shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. When he pulls away first, it returns and collides with him as if he’s hit a brick wall, and his cheeks burn red. He makes no move to back away, still. “D-Did I step out of line? Was that okay? Do you hate me? ‘Cause if you do we can go back upstairs or you can leave and then on Monday we can pretend that this never happened because you’re still my best friend no matter what even if it’s awkward-” 

   Your hands clasp together around the back of his neck as you yank him down toward you again, and this time you kiss him back. You can feel him smiling so hard it makes it difficult to kiss him, but when you break away to tell him that, he just laughs and smiles harder and keeps kissing you. He doesn’t know how to stop now that’s he had the opportunity. You’re both laughing hysterically and trying to kiss properly and his nose bumps against yours repeatedly, and it’s the most perfect first kiss in the world. 

   He keeps his hand firmly grasped in yours when you go back upstairs to his seventh floor apartment, opens the door for you and everything. May is sitting at the table, turns her head to the both of you and peers at you from the top of her glasses. Peter raises his hand and yours, triumphant. May claps her hands together as he, your boyfriend, declares proudly, “Aunt May, I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who I hope will be sticking around?” He looks to you for reassurance, and gets what he needs from the happy kiss you bestow upon the side of his face. 

   “I told you two I know everything!” Is what breaks the joyous silence, and then the laughter starts again; a perfectly lovely family. 

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Do you ever shut up?

Desc: Richie Tozier is notorious for having the worlds biggest crush on Y/N, Bill’s older sister. The only problem was the fact that Y/N was in an exclusive relationship with Henry Bowers. Push comes to shove rapidly and soon Y/N is kidnapped by the one and only Pennywise, will they get to her in time?

Pairing: Reader/Richie Tozier

Warning: Harsh language, mentions of sex.


Do you ever shut up?

It was no secret that Richie liked Y/N, everyone knew and no one really cared. In all honestly they simply expected it to be puppy love, something he would outgrow once he saw another hot girl wandering around innocently. But, what they didn’t know was that it wasn’t just puppy love to him. It was more like infatuation, a craving, actual love. Unfortunately, Y/N was off limits, as Bill had said numerous times. That, and she didn’t really think Richie’s jokes were very funny either. She actually found them to be rather rude, ignorant even, but she let it slide. He wasn’t hurting anyone, she didn’t think.

She knew well that Henry Bowers, her exclusive boyfriend, wasn’t the best person in the world. He wasn’t a saint, but who was? Y/N knew that everyone deserved a chance to change, a chance to be happy. But, Henry never seemed to change his ways, he was still the school bully who had children cowering when he walked by, and Y/N was known throughout the school as ‘Henry Bowers Girlfriend.’ She was certain they never called her by name.

It was either that, or ‘Stuttering Bill’s sister’ or even perhaps, 'Georgie Denbrough’s sister, the kid who died.’ Really this had grown to make Y/N very uncomfortable. She was her own person, not just Bill and Georgie’s sister, not just Henry Bowers girlfriend.

*

At this current moment in time, Y/N was saying her goodbyes to the losers’, having to go home and help her mother with dinner and cleaning for a bit (she was certain it was Bill’s turn, but he argued against it.)

“I’ll buh-be home in a fuh-few hours.” Bill said, as Y/N waved them off and left to go home, fixing her hair as she walked.

”She really looks good from the back, and the front.“ Richie stated, adjusting his large glasses on his nose. This remark didn’t go unnoticed, a series of groans and eyerolls took over for the moment before Beverly stepped in to break the silence.

“Beep beep, Richie.” She said rather sternly, leaning back in her seat, she was rather annoyed at the inappropriate comment but definitely not as annoyed as Bill.

“T-that’s my sister, idiot. Duh-don’t talk about her l-like that.“ Bill stated blandly, clearly uncomfortable with the comment himself, and certain that Y/N would ultimately destroy Richie for a comment like that.

”It’s not my fault she’s hot…“ He paused for a moment, as if thinking it over before starting to speak again. ”And kind, and funny, and sweet, and—“ he was cut off by Stan talking over him.

”Dude, do you actually like her?“ Stan spoke, his voice slightly deeper than the other losers’, which they just expected it was because he was a little older than them.

Richie hadn’t noticed the opened-mouthed gazes that were trained to his face and the wide eyes searching for a hint of a lie. But Richie wasn’t lying. He really did think all those things about Y/N, but he knew the Henry would literally kill him for saying any of it.

“Do you ah-actually like my s-sister, Trashmouth?” Bill asked in utter astonishment, causing Richie to sink into his seat in embarrassment and shrug a little.

*

It had been three or four days since the losers’ realised that Richie wasn’t just chasing Y/N for her looks and since then it had been tense in the group everytime the two were together. Y/N didn’t really understand why everyone was so quiet whilst they were out, walking along the river bank in the mid afternoon sun. Beverly and Y/N had been talking, but it was low, almost like a whisper as they spoke as if the others would be mortified at their conversation.

It didn’t take long before they had ran into Henry and his group, minus Patrick who had been missing for several days. This utterly let to a panic within the losers’ but they seemed to remain calm, all of which were rather frightened besides Y/N.

“Hey Losers’, if you’re trying to get into her pants–” he stopped speaking to point a finger in Beverly’s direction, Y/N falling unnoticed, “All you have to do is ask nicely like I did.” He spoke with a wicked grin on his face, like something straight out of a thriller movie.

It was clear that the remark hit Beverly hard, but it hit Y/N equally as hard when she realised what he had said. In a fit of rage, Y/N picked up the biggest rock she could find and flung it as hard as she could. Her throw coming out rather well, hitting Henry on the forehead with enough force to draw blood.

“What the fuck!?” Henrys voice sounded from across the new-found battlefield as he chucked another rock back at her but failed to hit her or do any serious damage to anyone else.

”Rock War!“ sounded out from the losers’ side of the river as sudden airborne rocks were flying back and forth.

Even in this instance, Y/N felt like she was having the time of her life. She didn’t really care that after this her and Henry would be over for good, in fact she was incredibly happy about that. A smile spread over her face, even when a rock hit her painfully in the side. She had no idea how her and Bill would explain the deep purple bruises to their parents later, but she didn’t care anymore. This felt like a new beginning to her, she felt more welcome with the losers’ than she ever had with Henrys obnoxious clique.

She felt alive!

Once the final rocks were thrown, Henrys gang started to back up a bit, having suffered the most.

“Yeah! That’s right! Fuck off and go back to blowing your dad!“ Richie shouted from their spot a few meters away. There was a silence for a moment.

“And stay away from my girl!” He finished with, and Y/N didn’t care a single bit.

*

The bruises took several days to heal, turning from purple to a bluish shade, to a deep red and vanishing entirely. Y/N and Bill had been interrogated by their parents once they got home, but they simply smiled at each other and answered with blatant lies. Once their parents had bought it, the siblings it would be best to stay inside till the bruises healed once and for all.

Y/N sat by the window, the rain pattering against the glass in an almost rhythmic pattern. Her fingers followed the small drops as they raced down the glass, and she rested her head against the cool window. Looking out into the street she was almost certain she had seen a flash of yellow and red running by, and when she looked again she found herself staring at a small newspaper boat, with ’S.S Georgie’ scrawled messily along the side. Tied to it floated a red balloon which carried it with ease down the street as a little boy ran after it in a yellow slicker and red galoshes.

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, a sense of delight washing over her as she pulled on her fushia coloured rain coat and ran outside, slamming the door behind herself and chased the small boy down the street, calling out 'Georgie? Georgie!’ every time she got the chance. Deep down, a small part of her understood that Georgie wasn’t actually coming home, that he was almost definitely killed. But, she couldn’t help with hope and pray to God that this was Georgie by some convenience.

She ran after the child with every inch of energy in her body but he always seemed just out of reach, that was until she rounded the corner and came face to face with something she dreaded the most. A clown. A clown with a twisted grin on his makeup clad face. She suppressed a scream, her hand to her mouth and her teeth digging into the side of her pale skin. She noticed the one-armed boy standing behind the clown with his boat in his hands and recognised him as her brother. And then everything went black.

*

She awoke soon after, still face to face with the God-awful clown that she hated ever so much, yet this time there was no Georgie and this didn’t seem like the upper ground of Derry anymore. In fact, it seemed more like the sewers, and her suspicion didn’t go astray. She was shaking, her hands and knees trembling and her bottom lip quivering as if holding back tears, but she slapped on a confident expression.

“Why are you doing this?” She cried out at last, only to be met with a bizarre smile and a finger pressed to the clowns lips. She stopped speaking just long enough to hear the thudding of someone walking along the sewer pipes, then it came to sound like a group of people.

Y/N wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and tell them to go back and leave her here. To save themselves from their independent doom, but she couldn’t. She simply found herself in an utter trance, staring into the clowns eyes, that was until the losers’ burst into the sewer baring what seemed to be weapons of some sort or another.

“Fucking clowns..” Richie spoke through gritted teeth before they each took their fair share of clown beating till the monster clawed its way away from them, leaving Y/N dazed and confused before spotting the rather bloody, bruised, and ridiculous looking group of teenagers.

Y/N had never been so pleased, she ran forward and incased Bill in the worlds tightest hug, muttering apologies and thank you’s for what seemed like forever.

“Hey! I was the one who figured out where you were and what had happened.” Richie fummed unhappily, rather jealous that he didn’t receive the same attention as her brother did.

“Well then thank you too, Trashmouth.” Y/N laughed as she pulled him into an equally tight hug, an endless smile on her face.

“Really it was nothing, could have…would have done it anyday for you Y/N, It wasn’t that big a deal I mean anyone could have done it–” Richie proceeded to boast, gaining a playful eyeroll from Y/N.

“Beep beep Richie.” She stated simply, gaining a strange look from Richie before she pressed her lips to his, and for a moment Richie could have sworn his heart completely stopped.

Once she had pulled away, both were red faced and flustered, though Richie was so close to passing out it was almost unreal. He simply couldn’t say another word besides 'Awesome!’, and honestly Y/N was sure everyone else in the room groaned in annoyance at the sudden display of affection.

Y/N couldn’t have been happier.


{For the lovely Anon who sent me four different asks with so much detail, I absolutely loved writing this!

I hope this is good enough for you! Please keep in mind I haven’t proof read it so there may be some grammar or spelling mistakes throughout, I’m so very sorry. Also, I’m not sure how long it is, so I apologise if it’s too short!}

Fruits - Peter Parker

request -  hi! i was wondering if you could write something about a peter x fem!reader where she’s homeschooled and doesn’t have friends and then she meets peter and they become close ? thanks!! 

a/n - i changed the request up a bit, and made the reader tony’s daughter to give it an even more ‘fluffy’ feel to it and i think it failed horribly BUT thank you so much for 1k!!! i can’t even believe all the love i’m getting for these fics, it makes me so happy to know you guys like them :) don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

I sat at the dining table just across from the living room, headphones in as I watched a math lesson that was just uploaded onto my school’s website. It was just around 10 AM when my school day started, a bowl of freshly cut fruits on the table as I took notes in my small book, sometimes glancing around to see if something more entertaining was going on.

Being the kid of a billionaire had it’s perks, but some downsides to it as well. Sure, I was able to access anything through money, but I was stuck at home a good 99% of my life, hidden away from the public eye at the request of my father. I’ve never been able to go to school and have a ‘normal’ life, with my only friends being the middle aged people the world calls the Avengers.

I paused the lesson and took my headphones out, heading out to the kitchen counter to pour a cup of coffee for myself, only to hear the door opening.

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for science

pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

◦ word count: 7.7k

m a s t e r l i s t


Originally posted by parkjmzl

Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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ranmin10  asked:

i love your reaction bc its long and with every details, can i have bts reaction when they're sad and feel self-esteem about their body so their GF order them to take of their clothes and start to kiss every inch of their skin and tell them how beautiful they look(you can make fluff or smut as you're comfortable with of cores!!!)

Hi cutie, I took the liberty of slightly changing the pitch so each members can have a different story without having to follow the same storyline. I find it a little more fun to read :) I still tried to keep it close to your request and I hope you’ll like it ! Thank youuu


Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

It’s 11pm and Namjoon’s still in his studio, sitting on the couch near the door, staring at his phone. He scrolls through ARMY’s twitter accounts, getting lost in the immensity of their precious fanbase. He tries to do that as soon as he has a little bit of time or when inspiration is lacking, and it’s always a pleasure. But this time, it’s rather unpleasant. Namjoon found an ARMY who spends a lot of time responding to haters, and so he found some antis accounts. He did’nt think it was still so virulent and didn’t expect to read such horrible things about him. It brutally brought him back to early years of his career when insults on his physique used to hurt him a lot. He then hears your steps getting closer and locks his phone when the door opens. You come in with a big smile, a bag containing a pack of beer, sweets and other kinds of snacks in your hand. You put it on the coffee table and bend down to kiss your boyfriend. Namjoon knows it will take you barely 5 seconds to notice that something is bothering him and indeed, you immediately ask in a worried voice if there’s something wrong. Namjoon sighs and, as you sit next to him, runs a hand on the back of his neck while he tells you why he doesn’t feel very well. He also knows that you’ll get a little upset and could almost predict word for word what you’re about to say. « Why are you looking at this trash ? And why do you even care about what those kids are saying ? ». Namjoon doesn’t want to look at you, he knows what kind of annoyed glance you’re gonna throw him. He unlocks his iPhone and scrolls the anti’s comments while saying in a quiet voice : « I know I shouldn’t care about it… And I see all the compliments I get when I tweet selcas… But it still hurts. I don’t know why but it particularly affects me today. ». Namjoon hears your sigh but he doesn’t want to take his eyes off his screen. As he straightens his glasses on his nose, you take the opportunity to take his phone from his hands. Namjoon didn’t expect it and quickly turns his head towards you, his lips parting to complain but you don’t give him time to say anything. You throw his phone on the other side of the couch and sit on his lap while you put a finger on his mouth. « You’re the most beautiful thing in the whole entire universe, Kim Namjoon. I’ll not let some jealous assholes hurt you. I’m gonna find them, and I’m gonna kill them. ». Namjoon looks at you with big, surprised eyes before he snorts. He lowers his eyes, his fingers touching the sides of your thighs, feeling a bit better but not as much I you wish it was. He feels your fingers on his chin and he raises his head, his eyes into yours. Your smile is soft, tender, almost enough to warm his entire body. You take off his black beanie, running your hand through his hair and making him shiver, and then takes off his round shaped glasses. When he feels your hands against his cheeks, Namjoon feels his throat tightening. You stare at him, your sweet smile not leaving your lips, making Namjoon soft as fuck. You look at all the details of his face and finally say in a soft voice : « I don’t know if I told you that before but sometimes when I stare at your face, my heart beats so fast my breath is cut. It happened all the time before we even started dating & it still happens a lot. And I’m sure you don’t even know it. ». Namjoon lightly presses his fingers on your thighs without realizing it and lets out a small laugh in a breath. He knows you really want to cheer him up, but he doubts it’s as true as you say. You seem to guess his thoughts but stay silent. You take his hand and put it against your neck, positioning his index and middle finger above the vein just below your ear. When he feels how fast your heart beats, Namjoon slightly shudders and raises his eyebrows. He puts both hands against your neck, suddenly feeling worried. « Are you okay, babe ? ». Your warm hands come to rest above his as you whisper : « Every time I stare at your face, babe… Every damn time… You’re so beautiful…». Your voice breaks a little as you’re taken aback by emotion, and Namjoon grunts when he sees your eyes getting filled with tears. But you’re still smiling and it makes him feel some type of way. Namjoon feels his heart tightening, realizing how easily your smile can made his sadness disappears. He closes his eyes when you begin to lay thousands of kisses on his face and his arms closes around your waist to press you against him. He shudders with each of your kisses and ends up looking for your mouth that he easily finds, your soft lips still the only remedy to his sadness.

Taehyung

Originally posted by jeonyween

Tae opens the door of his bedroom and finds you lying on his bed, reading a book with music on. As he closes the door, a sad smile appears on his lips as you lift your head to smile at him. He falls on the bed and lays beside you, his head resting on his arm so that he can be above you. You close your book and ask him what’s wrong, because you know something is wrong, obviously. Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, not knowing which words to choose. After a short moment of reflexion, he puts his hand on his belly and sadly pats it while asking : « Do you think my tummy is gross ? ». The look you give him could have made him laugh if he wasn’t so upset. You slightly straighten up and ask : « Are you serious right now ? No, you can’t be serious. Right ? ». Tae pretends not to have heard what you just said and sighs while continuing to pat his belly before pulling on his skin You raise your eyes to the sky and grab his hand to make him stop. « I tell you all the time that it’s the cutest thing ever. All the internet thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Why are you saying that all of the sudden ? ». Taehyung can see your annoyance in your eyes but he can’t help but continue to pout : « I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting a little too chubby… Look at my cheeks… ». This time, you almost stand on your knees to get your eyes at the same level as his, and Tae grins at your annoyed tone : « Did someone said something to you ? Who is it ? When did it happened?! Tell me. ». Taehyung sighs and confesses that one of his stylists has made a joke on his weight and since then he hasn’t stop thinking about it. Tae knows it’s stupid but it hurt him. And seeing you roll your eyes again doesn’t really makes it better. He’s even a little scared when you get angry : « Gosh, Tae ! It was a joke ! She’s always joking around and you love it… Since when do you care about what anybody think about your body ? Or anything else ? ». Tae abruptly responds, not wanting to hear what he already knows : « I don’t know ! I don’t know… I’m not always confident, you know… ». He immediately sees the change in your eyes as those last words comes in a breath. He almost sighs when your hand gently strokes his cheek as you whisper : « You’re the cutest man in the world, do you know that ? ». Taehyung shudders under the caress of your hand and lets himself go when you turn him on his back to straddle him. The sweet smell of your skin invades him as you bend over to kiss his cheeks, his jaw, his neck. His fingers clenches on your butt when you start to unbutton his shirt. Tae sighs, slightly shaking : « What… What are you doing…? ». His eyes meet yours when you sit up : « I’m showing you how obsessed I am with your body… ». This time, a shiver runs down his spine. Once the shirt is completely unbuttoned, you start to kiss his belly. Tae grunts when your teeth and tongue joins the dance, causing strange waves of heat in his lower abdomen. When you start to undo his belt, your tongue rolling on the skin below his belly button, his hand immediately grabs your hair, making you sigh against his clothed hardness. He never feels as good as when he feels your hot breath against his crotch, wonderful sign of a near explosion of pleasure caused by your pretty mouth.

Jin

Originally posted by seokjinstae-moved

Jin plugs in the hair dryer and begins to dry his hair in front of his bedroom’s mirror. He sighs when he sees you thought the mirror as you take a picture, a silly smile on your lips. Jin asks you to stop, which you answer by sticking his tongue out, continuing to lovingly watch your screen as you take other shots of your boyfriend. Jin turns off the hair dryer and takes your phone from the hands : « stop… I’m not in the mood. ». This is the first time he speaks to you with such a cold tone but he only realizes it after when he sees your sad and worried look. He puts down the hair dryer and looks at you : « Sorry… It’s just that I’m not looking good today and It kinda pisses me off. ». He looks at you as you get up to get closer to him, your eyes still filled with worries. You try to make him smile : « What happened to my worldwide handsome boyfriend ? ». Jin laughs in a breath and shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what to say. He happens to have bad days, and unfortunately you’re witnessing one today. When your arms wraps around his waist and your bodies moves closer, Jin lowers his head and softly says, as if he was ashamed : « I’m getting old, right ? My face is not as young as before, and I don’t know… I feel really ugly today ». You make a sad pout that makes him smile, finding you absolutely adorable. Your arms slide over his waist to grab his shirt and you say : « You look like you’re seventeen, babe… Maybe you’re getting blind, I don’t know… Because when I look at you, all I can see is your delicious lips, your beautiful eyes, your perfect face who’s driving me crazy, as well as your body, so much that I’m already touching it… ». Jin looks down to actually see that your hands are passing under his shirt. He can’t help but snorts when you take off his shirt, your eyes full of sparkles when they land on his broad shoulders. This simple view is enough for Jin to feel jolts of arousal running through his veins. As your fingers brushes the skin just above his belly button, you say with a mischievous smile rising on your lips: « I’m obsessed with every single inch of your body… ». Seokjin puts his hands on your cheeks and brings you closer to him, unable to refrain his need to kiss you, but your words stops him. « And do you know what I like the most ? ». The tone of your voice is even smoother than it was just a few seconds ago, causing a new wave of heat in you’re boyfriend’s body. « The one thing you hate the most… ». Jin can’t think straight when you talk to him like that, when you look at him like that. You lightly turn your head to slide his thumb into your mouth, passing it along your tongue. This time, Jin clearly feels his member twitching under his boxers. The thrill that runs through his spine almost makes him lose his balance but you hold him firmly against you, licking his thumb and then taking his index in your mouth as well. You look so naughty Jin can’t think of anything else but getting your tongue elsewhere.

Hoseok

Originally posted by sosjimin

You’re comfortably seated in the living room’s couch, Hoseok’s arm around your neck, caressing your skin just below your collarbone. You look at a big american blockbuster, a good old useless movie which its only interest is to entertain you both with huge explosions every ten minutes. While the hero is fighting bare hands against a gang of villains, the camera focused on his powerful chest, Hoseok sighs : « Aaaah… I wish I had a strong body like his… ». You shrug your shoulders as if to say that it doesn’t matter for you but Hoseok doesn’t seems to agree : « Look at him… He’s ten times more attractive than me. ». This time, he feels your furious gaze on him and slowly turns his eyes on you, wondering if he hasn’t just made a mistake. You don’t even have to talk, your eyes clearly saying « Don’t try me, bitch », but Hobi can’t help it and pouts : « Don’t look at me like that. You know it would be a lot better if I was more muscular… ». He’s forced to lean down with you when as you grab the remote control to pause the movie. You look at him intensely, your fingers passing against his jaw, and say : « Some really stupid things comes out of your mouth, sometimes. Are you aware of that ? Look at you… ». You lean over and gently kiss his jaw, whispering between each kisses : « You already are the most attractive man on the planet…». Hoseok finally smirks, his hands pressing your ass to make you climb on him. Once you’re on his thighs, you have full access to his neck and slide your tongue on it, feeling Hoseok’s grunt vibrating in his chest. He notices how thin the fabric of your sweatpants is as he can feel your warmth against his growing member. When you start to move his T-shirt up to remove it, Hoseok suddenly returns to reality and grabs your hands to stop you : « Jungkook and Jimin are in the dorm, are you crazy ? ». You remain deaf to his words, your tongue still rolling against his neck’ skin. Hoseok hisses, clutching his fingers against your thighs, knowing very well that it’ll soon be impossible for him to fight back if you keep teasing him. Hobi finds himself shirtless in a blank of an eye, shivering under the caress of your fingers on his toned chest. He sighs when he sees you biting your lip as you trace the define lines of his abs, opening your mouth to sigh as well : « Fuck baby… You’re so hot… ». Hoseok always feels desired when your eyes are on his body, but this time, this feeling is much stronger. He knows that the boys can walk on you at any moment, he knows he’s about to tear your panties off in the middle of the living room that he shares with his seven brothers, he knows he should put a stop to this situation that’s getting wilder and wilder, but he’s unable to do anything. He cups your cheeks to kiss you with passion, making you sigh against his mouth, Hoseok having no trouble swallowing your moan when his crotch grinds against your burning core.

Yoongi

Originally posted by sugagifs

It’s very late when you hear the boys geting back fro their night out. Taehyung, Jungkook & Yoongi went out to eat lamb skewers, a great excuse to actually get drunk as fuck. Yoongi loves to take his children to drink outside for whatever reason. Anyway, when you hear their heavy footsteps in the hallway and their cheesy « good night », you start to smile. It seems like they went hard, tonight. When Yoongi leans against the door after opening it and grunts « annyeonghaseyo, baby », you can easily guess his level of intoxication : high. You hold a laugh behind your hand while Yoongi staggers to the bed before falling on it, his head first. When he lets out a long groan, you lean over his back and caress his shoulders : « What’s wrong ? ». Yoongi sighs :  « Tae made fun of my height… And then, they took both of my arms and it looked like they were two aliens abducting a little kid…  Like, I’m their Hyung, for fuck’ sake… They laughed at me… And they’re right. I’m short as fuck. And ugly. ». You bite your upper lip, fighting the laughter rising in your throat, your fingers clenching on his shoulder. He seems really pissed off by this and you can’t laugh even if the fact that he’s so drunk makes the scene too funny not to giggle. Yoongi never says that kind of things, so he must have really been hurt by it. You gently roll him over so he’s on his back and Yoongi grows a long ass whine, his hands resting on his belly and his usual judging face on. You shift yourself on him and bend over to kiss his nose : « You’re not short, you’re cute… ». Yoongi grunts and you kiss his cheek : « You’re not ugly, how dare you… You’re the most beautiful man in the world… ». Yoongi snorts, his hand slowly moving down on the small of your back. « This is too cheesy, I’m not drunk enough for this shit ». You hiss between your teeth and gives him a threatening look but that doesn’t seem to affect him at all. « Oh, Sir Min Yoongi doesn’t like it ? ». This time, Yoongi doesn’t keep his poker face on and clenches his jaw as a warning, reminding you not to cross the line. You tilt your head to the side and whisper : « Aggressive is more his style, right ? ». You bend over and kiss him with all the lust, all the roughness you got. Yoongi doesn’t close his eyes, watching you show your dominance before he takes it back by force, not knowing that you’ll not give in easily. You put his wrists over his head and attack his neck, taking his skin between your teeth to leave your mark. Yoongi hisses, his hips rising dangerously, not wanting to admit that you drive him crazy when you try so hard to take control. You lick him down to his collarbone and take the risk of releasing his wrists to pull up his sweatshirt. Yoongi knows he should take the opportunity to take back the control of the situation but the alcohol makes him much more sensitive to the things you do. He lets you remove his sweater and doesn’t even complain about your roughness. He only wants one thing : feel your lips and your tongue on his body. His hands freezes in the air when start to kiss his chest, your tongue suddenly flipping on his nipple. Yoongi grunts, making you smile against his skin. Your boyfriend’s hands comes to rest on your arms, stroking your burning skin while you continue to move down on his chest. Between each kiss, between each lick, you whisper : « Ugly… How can you even… I swear one day I’m… I’m gonna punch this gorgeous face of yours… ». You lift your head when you suddenly hear his snort and holds a moan when his hand closes around your throat to bring you back to him. He rolls over you and puts himself above you, his hand sliding on your neck to rest against your cheek. He looks down on your lips and raises his eyes to look into yours : « You’re crazy… But I love you… ». You pull him against your lips to silent a growing moan as his words makes you shudder. Yoongi passionately responds to your kiss, his chest pressed against your breasts, your nipples hardening under the friction. Then, as his lips goes down to your neck and then back to your ear, he murmurs in a mischievous voice : « Now I’m gonna eat you out… What were the world ? Ah, yeah… Agressive style. »

Jimin

Originally posted by sugasnae

You received his text half an hour ago but you’re already at the dorm’s door. Hoseok invites you in and tells you that Jimin went straight to their bedroom without saying a word but nobody really knows why. You sigh, unfortunately knowing why your boyfriend is so sad. When you asked him how his photo shoot went, Jimin responds was harsh : « It’s was the worst. I don’t want to talk, sorry. I love you. ». Oh no Park Jimin, it will not happen like that, there’s no way you’re gonna let him mope alone in his room. You cross the hallway and open the door, slowly moving your head in the embrasure not to startle him. However, he’s not likely to see you because he’s hidden under a huge blanket that’s three times his size. You gently close the door and sing his name in a soft voice as you approach the bed. Jimmy doesn’t move, as if you didn’t exist. You sit on the bed, put your hand on what you guess to be his hip and whisper : « Baby ? Come out… ». Jimin shakes as if to say « no » and when you shake his thigh back, he moans : « No… I really feel bad right now… ». You sigh and hug his shoulders, somehow managing to position yourself well without crushing him under your weight. You pat his chest, your own chest pressed against his shoulder blades, and said with a soothing tone : « I’m sure the pictures looks great ». Jimin snorts and growls : « Of course you think I look great, you’re my girlfriend… But trust me, it was horrible… I looked like an angry ghost… Aiisssh… ». You slightly tighten your grip on Jimin and pout : « Yah ! So what ? Since I’m your girlfriend I’m blinded by love and lust ? Huh ?! Of course I find you attractive, but I haven’t always been your girlfriend… And I’ve always been attracted to you ! Isn’t that the only thing that matters, in the end ? You being pretty for yourself, for ARMY and for me ?! ». Jimin leaves a small silence before mumbling : « Y-Yeah… But-». He stops talking as soon as he feels you moving to get up, the bed suddenly becoming too empty. He can’t hold back a curse when you lift the blanket in the air, a cold breeze running on his curled body. You slip under the blanket, the day light barely filtering through the thick fabric, and crawls to your boyfriend. You slide against his back and pass your hand under his arm to stroke his chest. Jimin sighs but doesn’t want to admit that he was waiting for that hug since he left the studio. You rest your chin on his shoulder and whisper in his ear : « I know you’re upset but you’re gonna be over it soon. I’m not even worried about it since you’e the cutest and the sexiest man in the world. Besides… Isn’t the way I look at you the most important thing ? And the way that, no matter how much time passes, I still can’t take my eyes off of you when we’re in the same room ? ». You feel a slight grunt vibrating in his chest and smile, pleased to see that he’s very close to give in. You move your hand down with infinite slowness, pulling his sweatshirt up to easily pass your hand underneath the fabric. You stroke his warm skin and softly pinch his nipple, making him moan as his back arches in arousal. You move your mouth a little closer to his ear, whispering softly : « What about the fact that you always manage to get me wet just with the sight of your body, just with how good it feels against mine…? ». Jimin gasps when you suddenly slide your hand under his sweatpants to grab his member through his boxers. You palm his growing erection and try to keep control of yourself (despite the fact that Jimin has grabbed your thigh in a grunt). You whisper one last time : « Isn’t it all that matters ? ». Your tongue slips against his ear, making Jimin bucks his hips as you keep stroking his hard member. He pants : « Yes… Y-Yes baby… ». You kiss his neck and finally gives him what he seems to crave, his face wriggling under the tiny friction you offer him. When Jimin finally feels your fingers closing around his cock, his body melts with yours as he passes his hand behind your neck to kiss you, sighing hard against your mouth.

Jungkook

Originally posted by celinet7

You join Jungkook in the bathroom while he cleans his face after his shower. You smile as you watch his face disappearing under a white cloud and turn your attention back to your toothbrush. A mouthwash and hop, here you are, ready to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms. Jungkook passes a towel over his face after rinsing it and sighs when he puts it back on the counter. He gets closer to the mirror and inspects his cheeks, frowning when he sees that he has a lot of pimples. You look at him without saying a word, seeing how much he’s upset. He moisturizes his face and takes another look before hissing : « I’m disgusting… ». You let out a disapproving growl and wrap your arms around his waist, getting on tiptoe so you can rest your chin on his shoulder and look at him through the mirror when you say : « Don’t say that… ». Jungkook doesn’t see the tender look you give him as he continues to look at his cheeks. He grumbles : « I’m saying it because it’s true, look ! It’s driving me crazy… I can’t even look at myself. ». He looks away and washes his hands silently as you bite your lip, wanting to find the right words to comfort him. You kiss him between his shoulder blades and whine : « You’re the most beautiful thing on earth, I can’t let you say that ! ». Jungkook laughs at the sound of your childish voice and watches you move around to get in front of him, your hands moving up on his chest. He only wears a towel wrapped around his waist and his beauty momentarily cuts your breath. « Lift me up », you ask, smiling when Jungkook easily lifts you up to put you on the counter. You put your hands on his neck and brush the tips of your fingers on his cheek. Jungkook tightens his embrace around your waist, comfortably wedged between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. They’re like a thousand shining stars, wandering on his face as if you were looking at an angel. Jungkook sighs, his breath a little cut off when you put your hands on his cheeks, a soft smile on your lips. « You’re human, babyboy… It’s okay to have skin problems sometimes. You still look absolutely beautiful… ». You rest your lips on his, feeling his hand pressed against the small of your back and you trace a path of kisses along his jaw to come against his ear. You whisper : « Just look at you… ». You slightly lower your shoulder so Jungkook can see his own reflection, his mouth slightly opened because of your warm breath against his ear that increases the rhythm of his breathing. You meet his eyes as you run your hand against his neck. « Breathtaking… ». You laugh in a breath when you see Jungkook’ smirk through the mirror, the ultimate sign that you won. You lay kisses on his cheeks, your hand stroking his neck before Jungkook attacks your mouth in a needy kiss, making you moan when he deliberately grinds on you and takes advantage of your separated lips to slip his tongue to meet yours.

MBTI stereotypes vs. How I see them irl

ENFP stereotype: crazy, always yelling, always crying, loud, obsessed with rainbows and unicorns for some reason.

ENFPs irl: being an ENFP myself I’ll say that we are so much more mellow than you’d expect. Some of us are actually kind of quiet and can get confused as introverts. We are excitable people, without a doubt, but we’re picky about who we want to be excitable around.

INFP stereotype: dark, brooding, always sad, poetic, cries a lot, takes everything personally, probably emo

INFPs irl: I won’t deny that INFPs definitely can be like this, but they’re also surprisingly playful & don’t show their emotions as much as you’d expect. Every INFP I’ve met is super witty and they always have the most perfect comedic timing! Seriously, y'all could be comedians. They can sometimes be smartasses and seem like INTPs, even ENTPs on the surface.

ISFP stereotype: hipster, emo, crybaby, manic pixie dream girl, tortured artist

ISFP irl: I won’t deny that the stereotype is pretty accurate. But like INFPs, they don’t show their emotions as often as you’d think. They actually come off as quite aloof and unemotional on the surface. Also; even though they’re sensors, they are very much like intuitives! I dated an ISFP and we used to have the most interesting conversations.

ESFP stereotype: party animal, attention whore, loud, annoying

ESFPs irl: Like the ENFPs, they’re surprisingly laid back. And some can be confused as introverts; they’re very similar to their ISFP “cousins”. Although ESFPs are party animals without a doubt, they have a surprisingly mellow vibe. They’re also a LOT smarter than you’d think.

ENTP stereotype: asshole, always debating, just dicks in general

ENTPs irl: I have a lovely ENTP teacher and my dad is an ENTP as well. Honestly, I think ENTPs are one of the thinking types that can often be confused to be feelers. They’re often VERY friendly and charismatic— sometimes even more so than ENFPs— and you’ll find that they’re surprisingly very emotional when you get to know them. Remember, kids: thinkers have feelings too, they just have a harder time grasping them than feeling types.

ESTJ/ENTJ stereotype: mean, bossy, stoic

EXTJs irl: Both of these types are stereotyped to be very mean & bossy people. They sometimes can come across like that, but often times when they’re being bossy, they’re only trying to help you. A lot of people misinterpret their actions. Yes, some EXTJs abuse their power, but a lot of them are just looking out for people and making sure they do the right thing. They’re also very fun & social if you become friends with them! They’re so much nicer than you’d expect. 

ISTJ stereotype: boring, hates people, stoic

ISTJs irl: They aren’t boring, just very mellow. Every ISTJ I’ve met has a very calm tone of voice. Like EXTJs, they can come off as bossy, but often times they’re only trying to help you. They definitely have a fun, charismatic side to them too.

INTJ stereotype: evil, hates people, antisocial

INTJs irl: Yeah, a lot of INTJs are like this. But they can be really good friends; they can just be quite picky about who they want to spend time with, because they’re often very very introverted. When you do get “chosen” by an INTJ, they’re actually super fun to talk to and be around. They have a soft, sweet side too that they’ll reveal to you if you get close enough. Like ISTJs, they’re often super mellow people.

ISFJ stereotype: pure, soft, will bake you cookies, very emotional

ISFJs irl: Alright. I’ll admit that the ISFJ stereotype is pretty spot on. But they’re also more smart & independent than you’d expect. They’re very caring about others, but will still go out and get what they want no matter what the cost; a confident ISFJ won’t be afraid to cut you out of the picture if you’re hindering their progress! They also give REALLY good advice. That’s typical of an XXFJ type though, tbh.

INFJ stereotype: extremely introverted. dark and brooding. probably psychic.

INFJs irl: I have an INFJ best friend and let me tell you, these types really do come off as extroverted! They can be very charismatic and chatty and are so much less mysterious/cryptic than you’d expect. They’re so fun to be around!! I’ll agree that they’re probably psychic though tbh. A lot of INFJs I’ve met have had weird spiritual experiences & predicted things that I never could have thought of before. They can also be huge party animals if you bring out their wild side!

ENFJ stereotype: typical “hero”, preachy, emotional, manipulative

ENFJs irl: I honestly don’t disagree with this stereotype. ENFJs can be manipulative, but they don’t always have malicious intent. They’re a little similar to EXTJs at times; they seem controlling, but often times they’re just trying to help. ENFJs sometimes get a bad rep, but I think they are super impessive and smart people. And yes, it’s true; they most likely know you better than you know yourself.

ESFJ stereotype: typical basic bitch, loud, charismatic, over emotional

ESFJs irl: I’d say the stereotype is true, but exaggerated. Some ESFJs can be a bit obnoxious, I’ll admit, but they’re usually super wonderful to be around. Their presence is often very fun & refreshing. They may seem smothering at times, but just know that deep in their heart it’s because they want to keep people happy. Every ESFJ I’ve met does their very best to put a smile on everyone’s face; they’re always joking around, giving out compliments, and giving out hugs. They often have good intentions with everything they do and you can just /tell/.

ESTP stereotype: daredevil, asshole, party animal, impulsive

ESTPs irl: They definitely have a tendency to be all of the above. But they’re also super friendly & charismatic, and very caring deep down. They’re also often really really smart, but don’t often show it unless you get them talking about a subject they’re invested in. When they’re not out partying and going wild, they are actually super chill people.

ISTP/INTP stereotype: assholes, nerdy, hates people, critical

IXTPs irl: Actually sweethearts. They often aren’t too great at expressing emotion, but they’re just so nice, they can even sometimes appear nicer than the IXFPs. They care so much for people without even realizing it. I dated an ISTP and he used to do the sweetest romantic gestures ever!! They come off as aloof, cold, and often robotic; but you still get a general sense that they care for the people around them, and they often truly do deep down.

#the cursed child#write more bibliomom#write about draco spatting ‘potter’ when he spots harry at Albus’ and Scorpius’ wedding reception#lmao#they see each other several times a year#and draco always greets him with that#and harry always hisses 'malfoy’ back#al and scorpius roll their eyes#they know they just do it for the vine

@plumadesatada well, you kinda asked for it and this is where my head went. maybe I’ll make it a series of drabbles :p

(Apologies for the lack of cut, I’m on mobile but I can add one in later)

The platform seems unusually busy this year, and for a moment Harry wonders if it’s just his imagination but he knows it’s not. He’s had the conversation with Hermione in her office about the sudden increase in the magic population in the UK. It’s taken almost twenty years, but the birth rate has finally gone up and they’re starting to recover from the death tolls of the Wizarding Wars.

These are the children born in the aftermath. 

The realization is making him weirdly emotional. But maybe that’s just seeing Lily with her own owl on her arm, her luggage being pushed by an obliging Teddy Lupin who despite being graduated for the last three years, showed up to see her off.

It’s likely a mixture of things. He’s about to turn to his two boys and ask them if they’ve got everything (for the millionth time because inevitably something has been forgotten—there’s always something forgotten) when Albus pushes past him with a happy whoop, wheeling his cart recklessly through the crowd. It takes him a moment to realize what has caught his attention, when he spies the blond hair and feels some of his nostalgia curdle. 

Malfoy’s face—caught off guard in an indulgent smile—also stiffens, the two fathers drawn together as their sons reunite animatedly. It’s only been three weeks since Scorpius had joined them for the Quiditch match up in Brighton, but you’d think it had been an eternity from the way Albus practically flings himself bodily at the taller boy.

Potter,” the other man spits, seemingly unable to say his name any other way.

“Malfoy.” Harry acknowledges him shortly. 

Somewhere behind him, James makes the wise decision to follow after his sister than hang around listening to his father and his oldest rival spit civilities at each other like hissing tomcats.

“Busy this year.” Malfoy comments, grey eyed gaze darting to his son when Scorpius laughs loudly at something Albus has said.

“Seems so.” Harry agrees, forced to smile hurriedly as someone recognizes him, squeezes his arm and says a hurried thank you before rushing on with their offspring towards the train.

“Still Mister Famous then.” Malfoy notes, thin smile ticking up a notch. “I do wonder people don’t have better things to talk about.”

Still infamous then, is on the tip of his tongue when he notes the wide berth people are giving the Malfoys, but he clamps down on the impulse. Scorpius might hear him, and from what Albus has told him the boy gets enough bullying from his peers without hearing it from his elders. And he promised himself long ago he’d never be That adult.

“Yea well,” Harry replies, flashing him a grin that borders of friendly but not quite. “We can’t all be married to the new Chief Sports Editor of the Prophet.”

Malfoy snorts at that, eyebrow raising as he gives Harry what he’s almost sure is an amused look. “Too true.”

“Ugh,” Albus says from somewhere near Harry’s shoulder, “Come on, they’ll be at this all day, lets get some sweets for the train.”

“You’ve already got sweets for the train.” Scorpius replies, but following after Albus anyway, dark and fair heads bobbing together as they move around each other, like planets orbiting one another, bound by an invisible force. 

“He’s getting tall.” Malfoy says, also watching the boys go and idly catching his son’s abandoned luggage cart with his foot, reminding Harry to do the same, managing to stop the listing cart before it rolls away.

“So is Scorpius.”

“Do you think we were that tall at their age?”

“I think others probably thought so.”

“Hm.” It’s a polite, almost congenial sound which Harry takes as his opening.

“I hear congratulations are in order.”

Malfoy turns to face him again, pale eyes wary but curious. “Oh?”

“I hear Astoria is expecting again.”

“Ah, yes.” Malfoy smiles, and this time there is no malice, no pretense at haughty collectedness. It reaches all the way to his eyes with a pure kind of joy, and for a moment Harry can see Scorpius’ face so clearly it hurts him to think of the kind of childhood either of them could have had were it not for the circumstances of their birth. “Yes. March of next year, we think.”

“Congratulations. I hope she’s doing well.”

Malfoy inclines his head again, his joy tempering into something gentler at the real implied meaning. “Yes,” he agrees. “Things are much better this time.”

There’s a crash by the convection stand, and without even turning Harry knows it’s something he’s going to have to pay for.

“Kids, eh?” he says, feeling sheepish at the look of paternal horror dawning on Malfoy’s face as he peers over Harry’s shoulder.

“Boys, here now.” Malfoy says, calling them like they’re well trained hounds as he pushes past Harry towards the stand. “I’m so sorry, do allow me to make amends.”

“Oh, no!” Harry rounds quickly, “My fault…probably…allow me.”

“Absolutely not, Potter, I wont hear of it.”

“Oh yes you bloody will.”

Covered in foaming pumpkin juice and sparkling tongue dancers, Scorpius and Albus share a look. 

“Do you think they’ll always be like this?” Albus asks, taking an experimental lick of his sticky hand, the juice and dancers apparently melding to make some sort of growing taffy. It’s surprisingly good. He should tell uncle Ron and George about it for the shop.

“Probably.” Scorpius replies, attempting in vain to scrape himself clean.

“Where on earth is oh.” Albus smiles sheepishly up at his mother as she comes to a halt in front of them. She glances between the boys, and then to her bickering husband who is all but manhandling Scorpius’ father out of the way. “Merlin’s Beard. Right, you two.

“Is she talking to us or them?”

“Them,” Albus says with certainty. He knows when his mother is directing that tone at him. “Definitely them.”

Submit To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,061

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS

Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long. 

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Things Cas does that Dean complains about but secretly loves

- He stays in bed with Dean after they have sex and watches him though the night. During the day Dean keeos insisting it’s creepy, but when he closes his eyes, he’ll still ask, “Stay?”

- When Dean falls asleep in the kitchen or the library, Cas carries him to bed bridal style. Dean always complains while he buries his head in the crook of Cas’ neck.

- Cas has tried to cook for Dean several times. The problem is that he still doesn’t taste anything except molecules, so his concoctions always end up either way too salty or way too sweet. Dean roles his eyes every time, but deep down he’s touched that Cas is trying to learn a new skill just for him.

- Cas has taken to taking long walks through the countryside around the bunker. He does it during all hours of the day, so there had been several instances where a case had suddenly come up and Dean had to search for up to an hour to find him. Of course, he could pray for Cas to come home, but he loves to witness the expression of contentment and peace on Cas’ feature when he is experiencing nature.

- Cas tends to suddenly lose his ability to clean their bodies with a touch whenever he’s in the mood for shower-sex. On hunts, this is more of a bother to Sam than Dean, who was at least generous enough to buy his brother noise-canceling headphones.

- Dean will never admit it, but he likes being the little spoon. He’s still more then happy to hold Cas whenever his waking nightmares threaten to overwhelm him though.

- Since Cas has moved into the bunker permanently, he’s been the target of a lot of small pranks. It didn’t take him long to catch on though and now he gives as good as he gets. One day, Dean walks into the garage and let’s out a deafening shreak, the likes of which have not been heard in the bunker since people had still been tortured in it’s dungeon. The Impala is bright pink. It turns out to just be a glamour charm after all, but Dean still doesn’t speak to Cas for the rest of the day. He only confesses it to the Impala as he cleans her, but he is secretly relieved that Cas finally feels comfortable enough in their relationship to pull a stint like that.

- Cas has finally watched all existing episodes of Dr. Sexy. He tries to engage Dean in speculation over possible endings and relationship end-games, but Dean always shushes him when Sam is nearby. This provokes matching eye rolls in Sam and Cas each and everytime.

- Cas tends to talk about Claire as if she were their daughter and the way she comes to them for help suggests that she seems to feel the same way. Sometimes, it terrifies Dean. He’s already messed enough people up, no need for him to screw up Claire, too. But then again, he’s always wanted a family of his own and if his “wife” turns out to be a traumatised semi-angel in a male vessel with weird opinions about his favourite soap-opera and an equally traumatised almost grown up hunter in training who is also his boyfriend’s ex-vessel, well, he was never suited for “normal” anyway.

- Cas tells Dean he loves him at least twice a day. The first time, when Dean wakes up in the morning and the second time when he closes his eyes at night. Dean always gets flustered in his patented “I am a grumpy hunter and the most emotionally available person in my life growing up was Bobby Singer”-kind of way, but the mumbled “love you, too” still never ceases to make Cas smile.

my good friend @lena221b recently reminded me of a series of drabbles i wrote in response to anon asks aaaaages ago. i couldn’t find the original posts (we’re talking years ago, that’s too much scrolling for one mortal girl) so i decided to lump them all together here. the following are a few short snippets of derek and stiles’ life together. in my head they’re all part of the same universe. enjoy!


“I dream about riding you sometimes.”

Derek drops Stiles flat on his face.

Stiles doesn’t seem to notice, just tries to roll himself back over. ‘Tries’ being the operative word, because he somehow manages to get himself tangled in his hoodie and then he’s just struggling on the ground with his head trapped in the sleeve.

Ordinarily Derek would help him, would feel guilty about dropping him in the first place, but right now he’s too preoccupied with choking on his own spit.

Stiles fights his way out of his clothing and gazes up at Derek.

“You’re so big though, I’m not even sure I could get my legs around you.”

Can werewolves go into cardiac arrest? Because it’s happening, Derek’s pretty sure it’s happening.

“And you’re so strong, too. I bet I could just climb up on there and you could keep going for hours.”

Stiles smacks his lips and wiggles on the forest floor and seems completely unconcerned with the way Derek’s world is rearranging itself around him.

“Such a scary wolfy,” Stiles mumbles, eyelashes fluttering. “You’re also really fluffy though.” He reaches out and starts patting Derek’s boot. “Preeeetty.”

Derek steps carefully away from Stiles and smashes his head into the nearest tree. A cut appears on his eyebrow and then heals before he’s even wiped the blood away. Because Stiles is talking about riding Derek in his wolf form. Like he’s some kind of glorified pony. And Derek is so pathetically gone on this boy that he’d let him. He’d growl and snarl and snap his jaws and then he’d get down on his haunches and carry Stiles wherever he wanted to go.

He’s absolutely, definitively not disappointed that Stiles isn’t talking about riding him in his human form because that would be gross and creepy and taking advantage of Stiles’ intoxicated state.

Right, Stiles, who is drunk, and burrowing into a pile of leaves.

Derek sighs at his life and stomps over to pick Stiles up again.

“Whoa, spinny!” Stiles shrieks and clutches at Derek’s collar. When he’s got his feet back under himself he looks around and frowns. “Nooo, no standing, it’s nap time.”

“It’s three o’clock in the morning,” Derek grumbles.

“Which is why it’s nap time,” Stiles insists, like it wasn’t his idea to get smashed in the woods in the middle of the night like an utter moron.

“You can sleep back at the loft, okay?” Derek bargains, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ waist and hauling him forward.

“Mmm your bed,” Stiles groans, stuffing his face into Derek’s neck. “Been trying to get into your bed for months.”

Derek drops Stiles flat on his face.

                                                              *****

The first time Stiles walks into Derek’s loft and finds him cooking he’s so stunned that he forgets to actually stop walking and crashes into a table.

Derek raises an eyebrow without looking away from where he’s blanching (blanching) vegetables. Once Stiles has stopped rolling around on the floor he uses two bar stools to pull himself right-side-up and brushes himself off as nonchalantly as he can manage.

“You cook?” he asks, trying his hardest not to appear incredulous, but Derek is wearing oven mitts so it’s not really going too well.

Derek levels him with his patented ‘why am I dating an idiot?’ look. It’s very, very flat.

“Yes, Stiles, I can cook,” he says, and pokes at something sizzling in a pan. Stiles boggles. Derek raises his other eyebrow this time. “Why is this shocking? You know I eat.”

“Well, yeah, objectively,” Stiles agrees. “I just always assumed you lived off a diet of Hot Pockets, squirrels, and the tears of your enemies.”

So very flat.

“Well, I’d hate to disappoint. I’ll throw this in the bin and then head out to rustle up some woodland creatures.” He goes to turn off the burner and Stiles dives across the kitchen.

"No, no, no. This is good. This is — What is this?” Stiles takes a whiff and just about hits the floor again. “Oh god, feed me.”

(Stiles can cook too, but his speciality is sweet things. Derek couldn’t bake a cake to save his life. They’re a match made in culinary heaven.)

                                                            *****

"No,” Derek says sternly, giving Stiles everything his eyebrows have to offer. “Absolutely not.”

“What! Derek, come on, you know you want one,” Stiles wheedles, waggling his own eyebrows at Derek. He looks ridiculous and definitely not appealing.

“I have my hands full enough just trying to look after you.”

"Hey!” Stiles squawks. “I resent that! I am a fully functioning adult, thank you very much,” he says, puffing himself up.

All Derek has to do is glance pointedly at the thing curled up in Stiles’ arms and he puffs right back down again.

“I’ll keep her at my place! You won’t even know she’s there. I’ll take such good care of her, I swear.” Derek remains unmoved. Stiles pulls out the big guns. “Babe, please.” Damn him. “Just look at that face. You can’t say no to that face.”

The thing is, Derek is dangerously close to letting slip just how true that is. He’ll never be able to say no to Stiles. He might put up a token protest, but Derek knows that the second Stiles asks him for anything he’s already screwed.

And right now Stiles isn’t pulling his punches either. He’s got the big eyes and the pouty lips and his neck stretched out at the most perfect angle and Derek’s ready to fall to his knees and offer Stiles everything.

Except, what, no, not this time, Stiles is starting to make him legitimately insane.

“Who are you?! Hagrid?!” he exclaims. “Put the dragon down, Stiles.”

Stiles pulls this heartbroken face, and Derek is almost swayed except dragon.

“But she’s just a baby!” Stiles wails. “She doesn’t know how to look after herself.”

“She just singed off Scott’s eyebrows,” Derek says flatly. “I think she’ll be fine.”

(On the walk back to the Jeep Derek offers to buy Stiles a cat in place of the dragon, because they’re basically the same thing anyway and Derek is a sucker.)

                                                            *****

“I told you not to do it,” Derek sing-songs, condescendingly, not even looking up from his book. The ass.

“No you didn’t,” Stiles moans from his place on the couch. He removes his arm from his face to glare weakly at said ass. “You said, ‘As if you’d ever get your nipple pierced’. Which was basically a direct challenge. Which means of course I did it.”

Derek doesn’t even stop reading to roll his eyes at Stiles. He just kind of widens them slightly with a long-suffering look on his face. The ass.

"This is entirely your fault,” Stiles whines. Derek doesn’t respond at all.

Stiles wriggles around making pitiful noises until Derek snaps his book shut with a growl. “What.”

“It hurts,” Stiles sniffles.

“Well that’s because you poked a piece of metal through your flesh,” Derek bitches, but he gets up and walks over to the couch anyway. He lifts Stiles’ legs and settles himself down, Stiles’ thighs splayed across his lap. Then he curls his hand around Stiles’ knee and begins leeching his pain.

“Better?” he asks, and Stiles hums in the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering shut.

He’s just about to drop off the edge of consciousness when something hot and wet envelops his nipple. Stiles jerks violently and finds Derek staring up at him from his chest, eyes dancing. He grins wickedly and flicks his tongue against the bar and Stiles melts.

(Derek ends up loving Stiles’ nipple piercing. Stiles lords it over him for months until Derek comes home with a piercing in a much more sensitive place. Stiles’ mouth is busy doing other things after that.)

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Derek went into this relationship with Stiles with his eyes wide open. Which basically meant he was expecting a lot of sex, because every second word out of the kid’s mouth was innuendo and he smelled constantly turned-on. And Stiles did not disappoint. There was a lot of sex. A lot.

Derek was not expecting the cuddling. But five months in Derek’s beginning to wonder if Stiles is actually a were-octopus and just hasn’t told him yet.

No matter how aggressively he spoons Stiles when they’re drifting off to sleep, he’ll always wake up buried under warm, clingy boy.

When Derek joined the Stilinski’s in visiting the Sheriff’s mother over Thanksgiving, he passed out alone on the couch and woke to Stiles wrapped around him, his face shoved under a throw pillow.

Stiles holds him in the shower, tucks Derek under his arm at pack movie nights, plasters himself to Derek’s back in the kitchen when he’s soft and tired-eyed.

The first time Stiles grabbed Derek’s hip and rested his head on Derek’s shoulder while they were both brushing their teeth Derek spent two whole minutes staring at him in the mirror. The first time. Now it feels weird whenever he’s not lopsided during his entire morning routine.

For years after Kate, Derek was uncomfortable being touched. Other people’s hands made his blood pump harder and his breathing turn shallower and his muscles coil up. Now, the safest he ever feels is when Stiles’ arms are snug around his heart.

Cracker Jacks and kiss cams

Summary: A story in which Bucky Barnes is very smitten, there’s a baseball game between the New York Mets and the Chicago Cubs, and Cracker Jacks are consumed.

Prompt: “I never thought you’d break my heart”
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None. A bit of language maybe, but this is all just sappy fluff. 

A/N: This is my submission for @just-some-drabbles​ Rom-Com writing challenge, thanks for letting me join last minute and congratulations on reaching 4k! This story came about because I really love baseball, I really love the Chicago Cubs, and I really love Bucky Barnes, so all in all, it felt like a win-win.

MASTERLIST

(Bucky, opening Google search)

“how do you know if a woman is interested”
“when do you know if a woman wants to kiss you”
“how to tell a woman you love her without saying it”
“why do I suck at talking to her”
“oh my god why can’t I just ask her out” 

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