i really have no words to express how adorable i find this ship

Called It

A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown

Penelope

Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my favourites.  It’s as painfully awkward as any other YouTuber’s first video.  He sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing. Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.

           And of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.

           “Hi guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the movement.  “Welcome to the first video on my channel!”  He’s inserted a sound effect of people cheering.  I have to laugh.  It’s so damn cringe-worthy.

           He goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally, it’s everyone’s favourite part.

           “What are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera.  My heart turns to mush.

           Baz.

           Simon’s new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.

           “Making my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera.  “Come say hi!”

           “-bleep- no.”

           Even the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.

           Simon looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear word.  A door slams somewhere out of the shot.

           “That’s my new flatmate,” he tells us.  “His name is Baz.  He’s kind of a prat.”

           “Just you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen. “Just you wait.”

 ***

           Simon and Baz do not get along.  At all.

           That much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon posts more frequently.  He often films in the living room, which drives Baz insane.

           “Why don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.

           “The lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.

           “Well, I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”

           “Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs. “Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”

           “Well, who wouldn’t?”

           Good old Baz.  Sarcastic and full of himself.  They don’t appear to realize it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.

           Little by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel.  At first we only hear him from off-screen, offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say.  Many of his comments are admittedly quite mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out.  Baz is the invisible heckler.  Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new ship.  “SnowBaz” they call it, and before long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I ship it” and “OTP”.

           I try not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself.  It feels insensitive to me, shipping real live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts.  But even I can’t deny that the two of them would be cute together.  Provided they stop hating each other.

           Then Baz appears onscreen for the first time.

           He’s on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera.  All we can see is long black hair.  He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at Simon’s words.  Once he turns his head further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin of his face.  This time the comments are all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.

           After that he starts to appear more often. Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a book.  He’s tall, and his hair reaches his shoulders.  The expression on his face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves for his heckling.  It doesn’t take long for people to start commenting on how attractive he is.  Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.

           Once, Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video.  Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in the background, which Simon has to pixel out. He’s gotten better at editing at this point.

           Sometimes Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers exciting.  The things that Simon finds exciting are too cute for words.  They tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost mundane but for some reason they excite him. He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited.  He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks, glad to just be out.  He’s gone to the grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs.  Those videos are some of the best ones.  They bicker about everything from which kind of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets.  Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him.  Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much as he lets on.

           But there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for anyone who ships the two of them.  Simon is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.

           “This question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone.  “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right now?’”

           And if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.

           “Well,” Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a lot.  I don’t know who the person is, but we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”

           “Could you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight.  “I’m trying to read over here.”

           Simon doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s head more than once before the video is over. I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it.  Certainly every single one of his viewers did, which is to say over a million people. Perhaps love is completely daft.

 ***

           When I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream.  Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and I settle in to join the party.  He’s in a different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I gather that it’s his room.  It looks so clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.

           Simon leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as they flood in.  He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response, trying to return as many of them as possible.

           “I’ve got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a few more questions first.”  He’s quiet for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream.  “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was messaging you so much?’”  He pauses before answering.  “Funny you should ask, because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk about.”  He shifts on his bed.  “I have a bit of an announcement -”

           His door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.

           Comments start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”

           “What are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.

           “Just filming a live show,” Simon tells him. He seems… nervous?

           “A live show, eh?”  Baz strolls over and – wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon.  We’ve never seen him this close to the camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.

           We’ve also never seen him this close to Simon before.

           My heart kicks up a notch.  I’ve fallen down the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely.  I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity.  With a click I maximize the screen, blocking the other comments from my view.  I want to see every pixel of this.

           “I was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his hands in his lap.

           “Ah,” Baz nods, apparently understanding.  “Go on, then.  Carry on, Simon.”

           Did he –

           Did he just call him Simon?

           He never calls him Simon!

           “I can’t do it if you’re here!” Simon protests.

           Baz gives a shrug.  “Then I’ll tell them.”

           He takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.  

           I scream into my pillow.

           Simon and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.

           I can practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently having.

           They’re still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth.  It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced the internet with, and it’s not even for us.

           I’m tearing up, I’m so happy for them.

           Baz lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera. “That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there.  Don’t think we don’t know.”  He winks. He fucking winks.

           And then he leaves.  

           Simon turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy.  He grins sheepishly.

           “Um, yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”

           I tap the comment box.

           pennyforyourthoughts: Called it.

apologize

summary: You get to teach Ivar a lesson. || bucky barnes x reader x ivar the boneless || 

warnings: soooooo NSFW, poly relationship, cursing, come-eating, bdsm elements, punishment, oral, fingering, lots of sin tbh

notes: This is a little bit different form my usual sin. (Never thought my first time writing a threesome would be between these two) So some lovely anon started this thing called WinterBoneless and spammed me, as well as @persephone-is-here-omg and @captainpoopweinersoldier, with marvelous asks. It’s the ship between the beloved Murder Daddy, Bucky, and the adorable Murder Baby, Ivar. Those of you who don’t know who he is, go watch the show Vikings. You won’t be disappointed. Not one bit.

I didn’t add my usual tag list bc I don’t know who’s really into this.

MASTERLIST

“I fucking hate you!” 

Bucky peers over the back of the couch, watching curiously as you storm through the door, the shoes you wore for the evening clutched in your hands. You turn. the skirt of your dress fluttering, chucking one heel at Ivar as hard as you can, narrowly missing the side of his head. As it clunks to the floor, you hurl the second one in close succession, and if Ivar hadn’t been paying attention, it would’ve nailed him straight in the eye. He catches it with ease, holding it in his palm with a glare. 

Bucky almost expects you to lunge at him, wrap your hands around Ivar’s throat and make him pay for whatever offense he’s committed this time. Instead, you make a mad dash for the bedroom you share with both men, slamming the door shut behind you. 

The silence that follows is a bit deafening.

“You two are home early.” Bucky muses eventually. Ivar drops the shoe he’s holding to the floor with an angry huff, running a hand through his thick hair in frustration. It was out of it’s usual, messy knot, hanging freely around his shoulders. Bucky thinks it’d make him look less abrasive if it weren’t for his angry expression. “What did you do to her now?”

This was not an unusual occurrence in your household. Ivar liked to push buttons, liked to provoke you, in turn causing you to provoke him. Things would escalate, such as now, and Bucky would have to step in and try to restore peace. 

Bucky rises off the couch quietly, took in the hard set of Ivar’s jaw and the anger brewing in his eyes. He cups his face, smiling gently when Ivar’s lashes flutter. Some of the tension drops out of his shoulders and he sighs quietly. “I called her a whore.” Ivar mumbles quietly. He doesn’t meet Bucky’s gaze as he says it, listening to the way Bucky sucks in a surprised breath. “I thought she was flirting with our waiter.”

“And was she?” Bucky asks. Ivar just shakes his head, biting down on his lip with a pained look on his face.

“I fucked up.” he admits. “I fucked up bad.”

“Go fix it. I don’t like going to bed when our girl is angry.” The soldier shoves Ivar in the direction of the bedroom, following behind closely. They open the door slowly, finding you standing in front of your vanity to take down your hair. The dress you wore to dinner is strewn on the floor, leaving you in nothing but a lacy black lingerie set. 

Fuck.” Both men say in unison. Twin sets of blue eyes are as wide as they can be, eyeing you up in down like a hunter would it’s prey. 

If it were any other time, you would preen under the attention. Instead, you shoot them the meanest look you can muster, shaking your head. “There’s no way in hell.” 

Bucky is the first one to inch closer, sidling up next to you to help remove the bobby pins holding your hair up. Ivar tries to do the same but you immediately wrench away from his touch. “If you lay even just a finger on me, I will break your goddamn hand.”

Ivar sits on the bed, watching dejectedly as Bucky gets to run his hands through your hair. Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I think Ivar wants to apologize to you, doll. You gonna let him?” he asks. His hands grip your waist, turning you around so you can see the guilt crossing Ivar’s face. His eyes are wide, pleading.“He wants to treat you real good, show you how sorry he is.”

“No, he doesn’t.” you say, sneering. “He doesn’t want to touch a whore like me.”

“I didn’t mean it, dove.” Ivar brings out the tried and true nickname, trying to diffuse someone of your anger. The hopeful smile that crosses his face nearly cracks through your resolve. “Let me make it up to you.”

Bucky strokes down your side, hiding his own smile in your shoulder. “He’ll do anything you want, babydoll. Just say the word.”

The smirk that rises to your face can only be described as evil. Ivar feels his heart start to accelerate at the look you pass his face. “Ivar,” you say and he straightens up, ready to do whatever it is you ask of him. “You only get to watch.”

“Now that’s just cruel.” Bucky chuckles. You just shrug, not caring in the least. He was cruel to you, it’s time you do the same to him. 

Grabbing the chair from your vanity, you place at the end of the bed. “Sit, Ivar.” He rises without a word, settling down into the chair nervously. You drag Bucky to the bed by his shirt, pushing him to lay down against the mattress. 

Bucky’s immediately pulling you down into a kiss, lifting you up only to have you straddle him. Ivar’s sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you grind your hips slowly against the soldier, nearly drawing blood when he hears you moan quietly. The two of you part with a gasp. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” Bucky instructs. He maneuvers you so your chest is to his back, his strong thighs holding yours open, both of you leaning against the headboard. Like this, Ivar can see your entire body, can see everything Bucky’s about to do to you.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” Bucky asks. He unstraps your bra, tossing it to the side with a smile aimed at Ivar. His metal hand plucks at a nipple while the other one smooths its way down your stomach. His fingers slide smoothly underneath your panties, cupping you with his palm. Your back arches, another shy moan falling from your lips, and Bucky can’t help but laugh at the desperate look on Ivar’s face. “She’s so wet, babyboy. Don’t you wish you could feel it?”

Ivar nods eagerly. Bucky runs two fingers up and down your slit, circling around your entrance and just barely bumping your clit. When he pulls his hand out of your underwear, those fingers are glistening. Bucky pops them into his mouth with a grin, moaning loudly when he tastes you on his tongue. “You’re missin’ out, little one.” Bucky tells him. Ivar can only whimper, hands shaking where he’s laid them on his thighs. “She tastes so fuckin’ sweet.

Bucky looks down at you, then, sees the smug, impish grin you’re sporting. He captures your mouth with his once more, tugging your lip between his teeth. His metal hand wraps around the side of your panties, ripping them down the seam. Even though you should be annoyed that he ruined them, heat rushes up your spine, making you keen as he dips two fingers into your entrance. 

“Look at him, baby.” Bucky orders. You find Ivar with his mouth hanging open, hungry little pants falling from his lips. His eyes are glued to your cunt, pupils overcoming the blue in them as he watches the metal slowly slide into you. “He’s a wreck. We’re torturing him.”

“G-good,” you stutter out, hips titling upwards. He’s languidly fucking you, palm brushing your clit gently. Your body trembles at the slow pace, wishing he’d take it up a notch or two. “He deserves to be tortured.”

“I didn’t mean what I said, dove.” Ivar tells you again. His voice is low, the tempting image in front of him crumbling his composure. “I don’t know what else to say to you.”

“Sweet talk her a little.” Bucky curls his fingers, pressing against your g-spot roughly. Ivar’s chest heaves as you cry out, moaning Bucky’s name. He doesn’t know how the soldier’s so calm. Ivar’s not even touching you and he’s a fucking wreck

“C’mon, Ivar.” Bucky says when his boy stays quiet. Their gazes lock and Ivar could just melt into the floor at how glazed over Bucky’s eyes are. He grunts when you squirm against his erection, throwing an arm around your waist to hold you still. “Make her feel like you want her.”

“You look so delectable, my love.” Ivar rushes out. He’s trying to keep his voice as steady as he can, but when Bucky starts moving his fingers harder, faster, he knows that’s going to be an impossible feat to accomplish. “Y-you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Bucky chides. “Tell her what you want to do to her.”

“I want to get my mouth on that pretty little cunt of yours.” he groans when Bucky spreads apart your folds, gives Ivar a good look at just how much you’re dripping. He focuses on just your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. “I’ll eat you out until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Is that all?” Bucky asks teasingly. Ivar shakes his head, sees the way you start to tense and knows you’re about to come.

“I’d fuck you slow, so slow until you’re slurring your words because the pleasure is that intense.” Ivar grinds out. His cock is pushing painfully against the zipper of his tight black slacks. He wants to get a hand on it, palm himself to relieve some of that pressure. But you said he couldn’t touch, so he’s gonna listen. “I’d make you come, over and over again. I wouldn’t come until you let me, until you were so euphoric that you were melting against those sheets.”

You come with a shout, nearly rolling off of Bucky as you writhed against him. Bucky fucks you through it, slowly easing the pressure until you settled down once again. You’re gasping for breath, gulping down air as he strokes your hair. 

“What now, babygirl?” Bucky questions. “You think he’s learned his lesson?” Your head tips side to side sluggishly. “No? What then?”

You grind against him, grinning when he moans into your ear. “Fuck me, soldier.”

You lift your ass, letting him shimmy his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock. It’s glistening, the head an angry pink as it drips precome. Ivar whines at the sight. “What’s wrong, babyboy?” you pout mockingly. “You want Bucky’s cock?”

“Please.” he whispers, hoarse. His eyes are watering as he watches you jerk the soldier off, whom of which has his tilted head back, eyes squeezed shut as you play with him. 

“Too bad, baby. It’s mine.”

“You can share, doll.” Bucky rumbles out. There’s a smile on his face. “There’s more than enough of me to go around.”

“Right now I’m not sharing. You’re mine until I say so.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky shifts you around until his head is pressing against your entrance, hips clamping down heavily on your hips as he thrusts into you. You keen at the stretch, hands flying to your breasts as he bottoms out with a sigh. “How do you want me to fuck you, babydoll?”

Ruin me.” Your smile gets wiped away as Bucky starts drilling into you, taking no mercy as his hips slam into your ass. He’s biting down on the skin of your neck to muffle his noises, both of you watching as Ivar shifts helplessly in his seat. His face is red, shirt sticking to his skin from where he’s sweating.

It doesn’t take long before the two are are practically screaming your release. It takes a minute before Bucky’s recovered enough to slip out of you, his come dripping from your entrance and onto your thighs. 

“You think he’s had enough now, darlin’?” Bucky inquires. “You think he’s been good? You wanna let him clean you up?”

Ivar waits with baited breath, practically vibrating in his seat at the thought of getting his tongue on you. At your nod, he bounces out of his chair, lying between yours and Bucky’s legs on his stomach. “Be gentle, babyboy.” Bucky laces a hand through his hair, pulling him closer towards your cunt. “She’s sensitive.”

Ivar drags his tongue gently up your slit, making sure to avoid your clit. He slurps quietly, whimpering as he tastes both his lovers. You’re sighing softly at his ministrations, eyelids fluttering as you try to fight the exhaustion coursing through you. When your cunt’s clean, he licks over both your thighs, sucking kisses into the skin when he’s finished. 

“That’s a good boy.” Bucky praises. Ivar smiles shyly, licking the corners of his mouth.

“Have I been good enough to come?” he asks quietly, fearing your answer. Both he and Bucky look to you for an answer. “I need it. Please.”

“Let me take care of him, doll.” Bucky tells you. “I think he deserves it now. He was so, so patient, didn’t even touch himself once.”

Ivar could nearly cry in relief when you give the permission. Bucky gently slides you off of him, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling Ivar into a kiss. shushing him quietly when he mewls. “It’s alright, baby.” Bucky coos. He gets Ivar’s pants undone, sliding them down to his knees. 

The front of his grey boxers are soaked with the evidence of his arousal, his dick begging to be touched. Bucky pulls them down slowly before wrapping his flesh hand around it. Ivar hisses through his teeth. It only takes a handful of strokes before he’s coming, spilling over Bucky’s fist with a loud, startled cry. “There we go, baby.” Bucky whispers. “Feel better now?”

With a weary nod he grabs Bucky’s wrist, bringing it to his mouth to lick the come from his fingers. Ivar hesitantly turns his head to find you staring back at him. “I’m sorry.” he apologizes. “I love you.”

“I know you do.”



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Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 4 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,487

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

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And he asked te question he needed to be answered more than anything “There’s no (Y/n) and Dean, they are just friends… aren’t they?

“Baby, what is it?” you frowned, tilting your head to the side “Why are you asking me all these questions now?”

“I just- I figured there were some things I wanted to hear from you, some things getting complicated with Dean… and his role, and Sam so I just… yeah.” he pursed his lips, frowning at himself when he realized that sounded so not convincing.

“Is it about Sam or… Jared?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and his frown only deepened.

“Jared?”

“Baby, if you still are jealous over the scenes we have I- I seriously don’t know what to say, now. I thought I’d done enough to show you how much I love you, I didn’t know you still doubted yourself so much about it.” you whispered “But- but if I have to say this all over again, every single day of my life then I will. Jens, you know he is my best friend, he is like a brother to me and quite honestly there is no man on this Earth that could ever make me feel the way I do about you. There is no man that I could love more than you, baby.”

“He’s… a great guy. He’s literally perfect.” he breathed out, not entirely meaning Jared but rather his own brother “I wouldn’t… really blame you.”

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Dangerous Things Can Be Thrilling

Request: “any chance i (and everyone too) can be blessed with some angry, jealous sex with kylo??”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT!

There was nothing more frustrating than seeing your smiling face accompanied by a flash of ginger hair. Nothing more infuriating than hearing your laugh, followed by that obnoxious, tight tone he lightened only in favour of you. With a sharp frown weighing on his brow, Kylo watched in agony as you once again dismissed his presence in favour of sharing a joke with Hux, your usually serious expression so airy and effortless as you conversed with him. Kylo didn’t know whether he wanted to stab Hux or you, didn’t know where the true anger lay. He knew the betrayal he felt was all you though, all you with your ceaseless heavenly smile, given free of charge to the man he so deeply hated.

To him, Hux was a perfect representation of everything he hated about the First Order. You were everything he loved about it. Hux was the official side; the endless droning of orders in his ear, the emotionless duty that was expected of him. You were freedom; a hired mercenary that did the dirty work with the grace of a lightsaber and the force of a Mandalorian rifle. You were empathy, sincerity, the only thinking, feeling human in a sea of pitiless drones. You understood mistakes, and most importantly, you understood him. Or at least he thought you did, because you should know that talking with Hux in such a close vicinity to himself was not a good move.

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✨🔮✨COSMOS TAROT & ORACLE DECK✨🔮✨

It’s finally here! I actually ordered this before the Golden Thread Tarot, but it took much longer to arrive. But now it’s here and I am in love!

More thoughts bellow the cut 👇

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Feel Good

The Dawn Room- Get and Receive kind words.

The Thoughts Room- Watch your thoughts dissolve into space.

The Quite Place- Escape the world for a bit.

It Will Be Okay- Get some words of reassurance.

Soundrown- Extremely relaxing white noise.

Virtual Shower- Take a Virtual Shower and Relax.

Calm down- Nice music and background to clam you down.

Weather- Control the weather from sunny with birds to a thunderstorm.

Snowy Mood- Listen to the soft crunching of snow.

Self Harm alternatives- Don’t hurt yourself, baby, try these.

Feel happy- 10 thins to do when you feel crappy.

Stressed?- 99 coping methods for stress.

Take a break- Do nothing for two minutes and listen to waves.

Having a Bad day?- Things to keep in mind when you are.

Angry?- then look at these cute animals.

Need a hug?- Just click on it, guys.

Make every thing Okay- Press a button and make it all okay.

Was Someone Mean?- “talk” to them and get it out.

Important Mental Health posts- Take a look at these, it’ll help.

Encouraging posts- These are what you need.

Hotlines- Listed in order of hotline.

Re-hydrate- Cute app that grows a plant when you drink water.

Mental Heath and coping- Huge masterpost on multiple disorders and abuse.

Cramps- Yoga for Period cramps.

Napping- When to and how long to nap.

Bad day?- List of cute things to do to f=make you feel better.

Self care- 25 self-care tips to help out.

Need a Compliment?- Get an Emergency Compliment.

Relax with Sea creatures- Have cute babies follow your mouse.

Comfort Box- Make a box for your bad days, and be prepared.

Cut this and not yourself- Click and drag across the screen.

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14,000 things to be happy about for .16 cents

Watch a randomized tree grow

Therapy Coloring printables

Sexuality Definitions

Tips to Fall Asleep Fast

How to get up in the Morning

Fake Self Confidence

My Friend Needs Help

Panic Attack- My friend is having a Panic Attack.

Self-Harm- My friend self-Harms.

Addiction- My friend is addicted to drug or another substance.

Eating Disorder- My friend has an Eating Disorder.

Suicide- My friend wants to kill them self.

Art

Color Collective- A collection of colors and photography.

Skintone Swatches- 2 great references for skin color.

Skin detail- Adding quick detail to skin.

Blending tutorial- Article and Video.

Concept Cookie- Huge collection of Concept art and tutorials.

Hair palette- Hair colors and mixes chart.

Draw the Booty- Mini tutorial or drawing the booty.

Clouds- Realistic clouds tutorial.

Bubbles- Look at these beauties.

Grass- Video tutorial on Grass.

Portrait- How to draw a portrait in Photoshop.

Lighting- An ADVANCED video on lighting in Photoshop.

Underwater- Beginners Underwater tutorial.

Color Zones- Color Zones of the face and head.

Eyes- Really basic eye tutorial and face sections.

Heels- Basic tutorial For drawing heels (shoes).

Self-taught Artist?- Try this website for tips you may not have known.

Hands- Really useful hand sculpture, first three aren’t hands, but keep going.

Poses- List of useful human poses and such.

Sitting Poses- Poses used for drawing sitting humans.

Understanding anatomy- Chart of Human Anatomy.

Great Pintrest Boards- inspiration, Ideas, Illustration, Draw, Fanart, Concept.

Lessons- FREE, i repeat FREE, art lesson websites!

Psychology of Color- Explanation and charts of color stuff.

Mixing skin tones- Mixing of multiple of colors and ways of skin tone.

Color palettes- make sure you get your colors right.

Contour and Highlights- C and H of the human face.

How to draw: Hoods- Quick tutorial on hood proportion and placement.

How to Draw: Boobs in a shirt- Really helpful do’s and don'ts.

How to Draw: Hair- Long and short beginner hair tutorial.

How to Draw: Cartoon Faces- Basic faces and eyes, nose, and mouth.

Face Placement- Easy to read face placement chart.

How to Draw: Cartoon Hands- Quick Gif tutorial.

Hot to Draw: Cartoon Mouths- Helpful gif for mouth stuff.

Expressions- Awesome Facial Expression chart.

How to Draw: Arms- Great gendered arm reference.

Clothing- Neat do’s and don'ts for clothes.

Hair- Basic hair styles and colors.

Eye- Nice eye drawings to go off of.

More Clothes- Literally Clothes for EVERYTHING.

Kissies- Face positioning and mouths and stuffs.

Programs- A ton of FREE art programs to draw with and such.

Pixels Galore- Beginner guide at pixel art.

Tutorial Masterpost- Huge masterpost on drawing stuff and things.

Glitch Effect- This Hella cool thing oh my gosh.

Draw your Hand in 3D

Writing (*Cracks Knuckles* My Specialty)

Falling Out of Love

Character building

Make your own family history

Plot a complex novel in a day

Punctuating Dialogue(English)

Tips for writing Smut

Naming Characters

Pixar’s Tips for writing a Story

Insecure about your Writing? Read this.

Make a Likable Protagonist

Character Motivations importance

Body Language

How to Write: Flashbacks

Is your Chapter Good?

How to Write: Action Scenes

Writing Multiple Point of Views

When not to Write(Important)

Constructive Comments

Writing a Series

Summaries

Subtle signs of Love

Are you ready to get Published?

Genera Characteristics

Is that Plagiarism? Better check!

Looking for that word?

Writing exercises

Illegal Information

Amazing Masterpost for writers reference

Fill your Journal up

Writer’s Block? Try this.

750 Words a Day

Fancy Last Names

Greek Mythology Database

Writing Jobs you may not have known about

School

Planner- Neat print-out planner.

Prioritize and Stick to it tips- studying tips and habits.

Manage Exam Anxiety

Apps to control Procrastination

Be a master Note Taker

Find the right place to Study

Study daily, don’t cram before the test!

Planning an Essay

Dealing with School related Stress

Effective Studying Techniques

Manage your Time

Reading and Researching

Google Citations

Googling Tips

When Study Breaking(Three)

How to: Pull an all-nighter

School Supplies Masterpost

Games

Orisinal- Absolutely adorable games to relax to.

Tetris

Make- Burgers, Ice Cream, Pancakes, Pizza, and Tacos.

Piano Keyboard

Adventure Time Princess Maker(Awesome)

Lots of Pokemon

Trivia Galore

Free Indie Games(that will occupy you for hours)

Make a squid(Mine is so cute)

Dress up game masterpost

Make awesome Sand art

Flow(Kinda like spore)

Fly Guy

Filler

Draw a stickman and go on an Adventure

Make some Plants

Coma(Really cute, Kinda confusing)

Alter Ego(This game is so amazing, Please play it)

Terrifying irl games

Akinator(Actual Magic)

Chain Reaction(addictive)

Silk Art

Space Invaders

Balance some stuff

Go through a maze with your mouse

Holy mother of Pacman

Surround the cat

Portal knockoff(But it’s still good)

Sticky blobs

Free Cards Against Humanity

Cookie Clicker

Free Plants Vs. Zombies

Neat Color Game

The End(Really Cool Platformer)

Machinarium(This is so amazing)

Psychological RPGs that mess with you

RPG Games with Description(all free)

One and One story

Vocabulary Game

Pretentious

I saw her standing there(It has Zombies, guys)

Hover

Paint a Nebula

Pointer Pointer(check it out)

Light and shadow thingy

Paint with some Fire

Infinite Line

Play with a Blob

Shakespearean insult generater(for some laughs)

Interactive Movie

Make awesome figurines and buy them

go for a walk, or run, or fly…

Get your anger out and have fun

Try and stop watching this

Music Catch 2

Choice of a Dragon

Online Lego Builder

100 Best Free PC Games

Jelly Cannon

Kaleidoscope spinny maker Thing

Impasse

Hungry Blocks

Hangman

Clothing

Ways to tie a scarf

Visual guide to a shitton of stuff

Vintage and Indie- 1 2 3 4 5

Punk/Grunge- 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Ten dollar Mall(where has this been all my life?)

Lily’s Boutique

Tons of Cat shirts

How to: Were X thing

Cheap and cute clothes(Sammydress)

Use the code “ThankU15” for 15% off

Flower Crowns

1015.com cute and cheap clothes

Cute, Cheap, and free shipping to the U.S

Lingerie under 5 dollars!

T-shirts all under 10$

Cute ass skirts under 10$

DressLink.com

Jewelry under 5$

Like 2$ Skeleton Tights

Skull sweatshirt for 20$

Lacey Thigh-highs for 2$

Cute Anti-Duck masks for 8$

6$ self defense Key Chain

Clothes from that TV show you liked

More Cute Ass leggings for 8$

Another Dust mask for 15$

Weird face Dust Mask(again) for 3$

Cool teeth printed Dust Masks for 5$

Red and Black under bust Corset For 18$

Just My size

Pastel Goth(Adorable asf)

How to thrift shop

Fitness

Lazy Girl Workout

Yoga poses at your desk

Ultimate Booty workout

27 Squat Variations

Back on fire, back workout

Easier Push-ups for people who can do zero(like me)

2 Minute Pre-Shower Routine

Increase Flexibility

Tighten your abs

Before you go to school or work yoga

Workout Ideas Masterpost

Yoga Masterpost

DIY spa

Face:

Blueberry Yogurt Mask

Cucumber and Parsley Mask

Mango aloe toner

Apple Honey Acne Facial

Indian Cleansing Milk for Oily skin

Lavender Oatmeal Mask

Avocado Facial Mask

Peppermint Lip Scrub

Sugar Lip Scrub

Hair:

Hair Color Booster

Protective Hair Mask

Hydrating Hair Mask

Avocado Hair Mask

Love Potion #9-Hair rejuvenation

Strengthening Hair Mask

Body:

Wake up Scrub

Dry Skin Creme

Almond Body Scrub

Sunburn Solution

Rose water body lotion

Feet:

Overnight Foot mask

Foot Soak

Cracked heel treatment

Beach Sand Scrub

Hand:

Hand Peel

Gardeners’ Hand Scrub

Lemon and sugar scrub

Lavender Hand Creme

Bath:

Homemade Bath Salts

Tea Balls

Tub Tea

Bath Fizzies

Neat ass Rose Water

Sage and Fennel Bath Melt

Bubble Bath Paint(Woah)

How To: Make your Own Bath Bomb

Extra:

How to: Hot Towel

Meditation- You can also go to your smarthphone’s app store and buy some guided mediation apps. Of course, you can always Google Meditation for Help.

Extras

Complete Text of Shakespeare’s plays

Read Any Book

Color based on the time

Some some books for .1 cents

Live Animal feeds!

The hobby masterpost

Watch a movie with an internet Friend

Pun Generator

How to: make a glitter jar

Masterpost of interesting Links

Masterpost of spooky stories

Look at 100,00 stars

Who do you write like?

Orca follows your mousse

Live porn search feed- seriously just click it

That spinny thing from when you were a kid

Check your Post Limit

Open Sea Cam

How to: Origami

Sleep calculator

Cute OTP things

How to: Blanket Nest

So many Documentaries

Adventure Time Masterpost

Wind currents of the earth RIGHT NOW(Really Neat)

Click to make rectangles

Listen to Wikipedia getting Edited

Acrobots(so much fun)

Cheap fidget toys- good for anxiety

Cheap ass books

Cool Fact Generater

Find Reaction Gifs(three)

One second on the Internet

Make a note that will self destruct after read

Make your Dream Home

Puppy licks you screen

NoSleep Reddit Forum

Urban Legends

Cheap posters

Dots move to your mouse

Buy your own groceries, you chair

How to: GROW THE FUCK UP

Make your Pens as Beautiful as you are

How To: Not even give a Fuck

Funny Bloopers- 1 2 3

Crafts Gone Horribly Wrong

99 Life Hacks

How much of X food/drink would it take to end you?

How to: Pick the Perfect Video Game

How things have changed since you were Born

Have an out of Body Experience Tips

A Washcloth Getting Wrung out in Space

You can Actually Beat Snake 

Food

Ramen Noodle Recipes:

Ramen Noodle Stir fry

Chicken Noodle Soup

Chili-Cheese Ramen

Egg drop Ramen

Spinach and Ramen

Ramen Spaghetti

Ramen Alfredo

Ramen n’ Cheese

Stuff in a mug:

Cheesy Eggs

Cheese and broccoli eggs

Mac n’ Cheese

Meatloaf

Nutella Cake

Cheesecake

Brownie

Chocolate Chip Cookie

More:

Potato

Corn on the Cob

Scalloped Potatoes

White Rice

Fried Rice

Baked Potato

Chicken Casserole

Garlic Chicken

Chicken Soup Casserole

Soft Chicken Tacos

Microwavable Pancakes

no-bake energy bars

vegan french toast

banana pops breakfast wrap

vegan pancakes

spinach and eggs  

baked eggs with red sauce and greens

honey butter chicken biscuits chocolate waffles  

pizza omlette

cinnamon sugar french toast sticks  

cheesy bagels whole wheat greek yogurt pancakes  

pizza bites

parsely pesto pasta stuffed aubergine boats

sausage and mushroom risotto  

tortilla soup deep dish chocolate chip cookie  

crab cakes blue cheese drop biscuits

coconut chicken soup  

cowboy steaks

asparagus white bean pesto pasta  

spice up your hot chocolate  

butterbeer recipe 100 cal snacks  

sweet potato fries

peanut butter milkshake  

strawberry banana ice cream  

cinnamon carrot chips with honey yogurt dip  

parmesan roasted broccoli  

greek salad skewers dressed up popcorn buffalo chicken dip  

baked apple chips fried sweet plantains

coconut milk whipped cream  

zuccini + cheese  

fruit dip  

ice cream sandwich  

magic cocoa recipe

triple chocolate mousse cake

cake batter ice cream  

mini chocolate chip muffins  

easy baked doughnuts  

chocolate pie  

almond joy smoothie milkshake  

raw strawberry cheesecake white chocolate mousse cupcake  

toasted coconut chocolate chip cookies

cinnamon rolls (gluten free)  

mini pumpkin cheesecakes more cupcakes  

red velvet chocolate swirled brownie bars chocolate and pomegranate cake

Make-Up

Brushes:

Face Brushes

Eye Brush cheat sheet

Brush 101

Sponges and uses for ‘em

Face:

Routine Flow Chart

Even Skin tone

Contour your Face Shape

Right Blush for your Skin tone

Applying Liquid Foundation

How to use Concealer

Eyes:

Tips for the Smokey Eyes

How To: Winged Eyeliner

Bridal Eye Makeup

Fall Makeup Ideas

Perfect Smokey for your Eye Shape

Mascara Hacks

How to: Mascara

Using Mascara as Eyeliner

How To: Apply False Lashes

Eyebrow:

Grooming and Shaping Tutorial

Tips and Tricks 101

Eyebrow Tutorial(more)

7 Tips

Lips:

Nude Lipstick Guide

MAC Lipstick Dupes

The Red Lip Rule Book

17 Perfect Lips Tips

Perfect Pin for your Skin Tone

Perfect Orange for your Skin Tone

Ten Commandments of Lipstick

Do’s and Don’ts of Dark Lipstick

Some YouTube Tutorials:

Pixiwoo

Tanya Burr

Katerina

Lauren Curtis

MsRosieBea

Zoellas

CutiePieMarzia

Michelle Phan

MakeupbyCamilla2

Hair

Your Probably Washing it Wrong?

Longer, Thicker, And Sexier Hair

The Perfect Ponytail

Lazy Girl Hairstyles

5 Updo Hairstyles

29 Inspiring Hairstyles

Perfect Messy Bun

Ways to Braid

Three Braid Updo

no heat curls

straight hair with no heat

5 hairstyles for medium hair

5 ways to wear a beanie

Crafts (May have overdone this a bit)

Homemade Crayon Lipblam

Tissue Paper Flowers

Cloud Nightlights

Calm Bottle

Jellyfish in a jar

Craft on a Low Budget

Crochet for Beginners

Knitting for Beginners

Free Knitting Patterns

10 Other Uses for Nail Polish

DIY rainbow welcome Mat

BOMB ASS FUCKING NAILS

Make your own Rock Candy

Unicorn Fart Vials

Tabletop Ice Hockey

Origami Paper Nesting Cats

Pixie Dust Pendent

Sparkly ass silly putty

Birthday Candle Crown

Glow in the Dark Water Balloons

Felt wire Crown

Oceanic Crafts

Sail Ice Cubes

Pipe cleaner Princesses

Origami Blinking Eye

Diamond Pipe Cleaner Tutorial

Melted Snowman Ornament

DIY Mustaches- One and Two

DIY Desktop Sandbox

DIY Glitter Tattoos

Hairstyle Doll with growing/shortening Hair

Googly Eye Flip Flops

Lunch bag Drawings

Pom Pom Necklace

Wooden Gem Illusion

Bread Tag Monsters

Cardboard Loom(I’ve done this and can definitely say to try it)

Blessing Bag

Tin Can Lanterns

Leak-Proof Water Blob

20 Uses for Cupcake Liners

Hanging String Balls

Make Stuff Out of Cereal Boxes

Turn an Old Hardcover Book into a Notebook 

Quizzes

What Kind of Nerd are You?

Are you more like Sam or Dean Winchester

Adventure time Character based on Diet

What LEGO Movie Character are you?

What Makes you Hot?

Can we Guess your Favorite Color?

What Teen Titan are you?

What Big Hero 6 Character are you?

Which Invader Zim Character are you?

Which Scooby-Doo Character are you?

Which Titanic Character are you?

Which Full House Character are you?

Which Walking Dead Character are you?

Which Grey’s Anatomy Character are you?

What do People Always Underestimate About you? 


I’ll Update as often as I can with new stuff so stay tuned! 

-Deks

Yes, everybody I know there are no links! Tumblr updated one day and they just disappeared! Sadly, this was a great master post but that’s the end of that!
Earned It || Bucky x Reader

Summary → Upon receiving his orders to join the 107TH, your mother insists on throwing your long-term boyfriend a wholesome, farewell dinner. But Bucky has different plans in mind. (Set in the 1940′s.)

Word Count → 3.2K

Warnings → Cursing, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex (use protection, kiddos). 

A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! This is by far my absolute favorite smut I have ever written. Sergeant Barnes being a tease while wearing his uniform? Yes, please. Enjoy & as always, can’t wait to hear your feedback!

“Y/N, could you fetch the floral arrangement? It’s on the kitchen counter next to the toaster.” Your mother instructed, though she would never admit it to you, she was clearly a wreck of nerves.

You nodded with a soft smile before scurrying off to the adjacent kitchen. You found the centerpiece she’d put together with ease, primarily composed of daisies and sunflowers, exactly where your mother had said. It was perfectly arranged in a circular vase, it’s meticulous beauty undoubtedly coming from your mother’s years working as a florist. You took the vase carefully between your hands, gripping it tightly as you hurried back to her.

“Where should I place it?” You questioned, watching as she fidgeted incessantly with the table settings.

“Just there, between the candles.” She pointed to a small space at the center of the table, not bothering to meet your gaze as she adjusted the utensils. With a few final touches, here and there, your mother straightened up and smoothed over her apron. “What do you think?”

Keep reading

Our Bubble

Fic Request: 
“Hey Scribbles! I was wondering if you’d be able to do a fic where Fem!reader and Tyler are dating and they want to keep it from Teamiplier, YouTube and the internet for as long as possible. So there’s a lot of sneaking around and Mark finds out last and when he realizes that he flips out.” 

Originally posted by dork-iplier

Keeping secrets wasn’t easy with Teamiplier. 
Everyone was around each other almost all the time. You didn’t have much time to be alone or spend quality time with a specific person. 
And it wasn’t that Tyler and you didn’t want them to know. It was just you both weren’t sure where or how this little fling was going. 
But on the sixth date, which turned into a few months of being together, you both agreed it was more than just a small fling. 
After Kathryn introduced you to the team, meaning to only see them once as a fleeting introduction when you dropped her off, they all almost instantly adored you. 
You found yourself going around there almost as frequently as Kathryn. After awhile, you and Tyler just seemed to gravitate to one another. And then after dancing around each other, he asked you out to dinner. 
You liked your bubble. The little warm space where it was just you and Tyler. 
No internet. No shipping or artworks. No “awws” from your friends. 
Just you and Tyler. 

But that all changed when Kathryn trapped you both and demanded the truth. 
“You two need to spill or I’m going to straight to Mark,” She hissed at you one morning. 
You caught on quickly and dragged her away, “Wait, how did you know?” 
“I’m your best friend, (Y/N)!” Kathryn replied with a wide smile. “So you two are a thing?” 
Kathryn was practically bouncing with excitement,. You hushed her and smiled, “Yes, alright we are. But we’re not ready to share with the world yet.” 
“What why?” Kathryn asked, confused. But you shrugged and your friend sighed. “Alright fine. But, everyone is going to freak when they find out.” 
Tyler grinned at Kathryn as she marched towards him, “Also, if you hurt her, I’m going to skin you.” 
Tyler dropped his smile, becoming serious as he nodded. “I don’t intend too.” 

Amy was next. But Tyler had guessed she had the two of you already figured out and she was just waiting for a reason to confirm it. 
She had her chance when she walked in on you leaning up to peck Tyler’s cheek. 
“Ah ha!” She squealed. “I knew it!” 
Tyler dragged her into the room and shut the door. “Yeah ok, you caught us. Do us a favor and don’t tell anyone.” 
“You’re keeping this from Mark?” Amy asked with a chuckle. “Oh my, he’s going to flip when he finds out.” 
“That won’t be for a while,” You said. Your eyes wide and pleading. “Amy, we’re still not ready to-”
“What do you mean ‘still’?” Amy asked. “Does someone else know? How long have you two been dating?” 
“Kathryn made us talk, and around six months,” Tyler said and Amy clapped her hands. Almost as excited as Kathryn was. 
“Alright. In respect for you two, I won’t tell. But I’m not responsible for what Mark does to you two when he discovers this!” 

Ethan found out from Amy and Kathryn. The two gossiping about the two of you and the blue-boy walked past at the right time to hear.
He ran to you, almost knocking you off your feet in a hug. “I’m so glad!”
You had to calm him down a bit to get the fumbling words into order.
“You and Tyler!” He hissed gleefully. “I heard the girls talking. I’m so happy for you two!”
You sighed, a small smile stretching your lips. “Ahh, so that only leaves Mark that doesn’t know.”
Ethan chuckled, “You can’t tell him until all of us are in the room or nearby. I want to see his reaction!”
You shook your head as Ethan ran off to find Tyler. 

 As the day came to the charity live-stream; you and Tyler came to an agreement that it was time to let the rest of the world know. 
“Once Mark knows, the internet will know.” Tyler said while you two were cuddling in bed. “Two birds one stone.” 
So, the day came and while you were sitting on the couch with Mark and Ethan, you and Tyler shared a look. 
“Ok, so the counter is up and we’re already at twenty thousand!” Mark announced proudly. “Thank you so much everyone!” 
You whooped along with everyone else. “We need to go higher though!” You said. “Donate what you can!”
Then Tyler spoke up. 
“I have a compromise.” He said, leaning on the back of the couch. “If we get to fifty thousand dollars, I’ll share a really big secret with everyone.” 
“A secret?” Mark asked, “Is it a interesting secret?” 
Amy as ever, was smart enough to catch the shared glance between you and Tyler. 
“Oh, I think it’s pretty good.” She said with a smile. 
“How do you know Tyler’s secret?” Mark asked, looking back at her. 
“Girl talk,” You replied for Amy. Smiling innocently when Mark whirled on you. 
“Am I missing out on something?” Mark asked, furrowing his eyebrows and looking between you and Amy. “Are you two dating?” 
Tyler laughed and you winked at Amy, “He caught on quick, sweetheart. I owe you ten dollars.” 
Amy puckered her lips in a kiss in your direction. Mark glared at you. 
“Alright, I’m going to donate one thousand dollars towards the fifty thousand. Because I want to know what’s going on!” 
You and Tyler smiled at each other. Throughout the live-stream, you watched the counter climb quickly to fifty thousand. Becoming closer and closer until Mark hollered happily and spun on Tyler. 
“Fifty thousand! So, what’s your secret! Spill!” 
Ethan giggled beside you as Tyler sighed. “What do you say, babe? Should we tell him?” 
You pretended to ponder on the suggestion as Mark turned to you. His eyes widened. 
“Did he just call you, ‘babe’?” He asked and you looked up at Tyler. 
“I think he’s smart enough to figure it out himself, sweetie.” You replied. Amy and Kathryn were laughing at Mark’s shocked expression. 
“W-What!? How long….When did..? Tyler! When did you start dating (Y/N)?” 
Tyler spun slightly on his chair, counting the months on his fingers. “Close to seven months now.” 
“WHAT!?” Mark screamed and you erupted with laughter. “How did I not notice? 
“They were very sneaky,” Kathryn said with a shrug. “I had to drag it out of them.” 
“I was lucky enough to walk in on them kissing,” Amy said. 
“I over-heard Amy and Kathryn talking about it.” Ethan giggled. 
Mark groaned. Collapsing against the couch, his eyes closed in frustration. 
“So, everyone knew but me?” Mark calculated slowly. You hid behind Ethan, moving him in front of you as Mark slowly opened his eyes. 
“Tyler….you and I need to have a looong conversation about this!” He hissed and you laughed when Tyler laughed. 

boyfriend! Joshua

anon requested: “Boyfriend! Joshua please wow that writing is great thank you for continuing this blog over school” and “a boyfriend!joshua scenario where he teases your height, like even if they go on events/prom, heels have no effect bc she’s still shorter than him. (reader’s height is a lil’ shorter than woozi) :))) it’s okay if the scenario is short as long as it’s very fluffy”

  • so to just sum up how Joshua became your boyfriend
  • you met Joshua through a mutual friend
  • you and your friend being at a cafe at that time,
  • just as she spotted Joshua coming in
  • funny, because you guys were just talking about this guy who plays the guitar who’s exaaaccctttlyyy your type
  • and obviously, your friend didn’t know what she was thinking 
  • you THOUGHT
  • “Joshua~~ Come here!”
  • she wasn’t plotting to get the two of you together or anything HAHAHAHA
  • the ship had sailed in her mind already, long ago
  • "LISTEN to me, it’s science, one good looking plus another good looking equals cuteeee”
  • "Okay first that’s math, second he’s a whole universe out of my league f/n.”
  • “Don’t say that he’s a dork like you are, promise.”
  • so she called him
  • totally not by shouting across the room or anything
  • him smiling warmly
  • but also being an awkward dork and rubbing the back of his neck nervously
  • you both introduced yourselves to each other
  • and w o w
  • his eyes were so pretty and they were shaped like a cat’s and his voice was quiet and gentle
  • everything about him screamed soft tbh
  • and damn he thought you were hella pretty
  • always been kind of shy at first around new people but he really wanted to talk to you and know more about you
  • it was a weird but refreshing feeling for him
  • and it helped that you were so nice and fun to talk to
  • and he was easy to talk to as well
  • you both chatted for a while
  • about random life stuff, favourite foods, colours, movies, shows…
  • “DUDE YOU LIKE NARUTO?!?!?!”
  • “YEA OMFG!”
  • with your friend sitting off in a corner ordering her coffee with a smirk on her face at how well the two of you were hitting it off, but also like ‘why didn’t I get those two dorks together earlier?’
  • and exchanged numbers so that you two could talk more
  • he eventually says that he has to go and buy his latte or his members would kill him
  • leaving with a graceful smile, 
  • possible directed a little more towards you
  • after a few days, he texts you asking if you wanted to go on a picnic with him
  • saying yes, everything started from there
  • hanging out and know each other more,
  • the two of you had a lot of similarities
  • so you two got along very quickly
  • after like a month or so
  • he asked you out
  • you went on your first date at an ice skating rink
  • then went on your second date at a museum, third date at a zoo
  • until he finally says those five simple words 
  • your whole relationship with him is perfect
  • except for the part where he teases you about your height
  • you’re like an inch shorter than Jihoon
  • but you get all the teasing
  • if you wont give him any attention when he’s feeling hyper sassy
  • “Can I get a kiss first?” he points to his cheek
  • his smile being way too sweet for someone holding your things over their head 
  • not giving it back until he gets that kiss and some couple time
  • and it would just be you trying to reach his cheek and accidentally kissing his lips
  • how you two first kissed to be honest and both of you guys being cute awkward MESSES
  • purposely putting things on the top shelf so that you will call for him and reach it for you
  • saying things like
  • “Aigoo. What will you do without me?”
  • “Find someone who wont tease me about my height.”
  • “Ahhh no. I was only joking. You know I find your height adorable.”
  • and you just playfully hitting his chest for making you blush
  • honestly his teasing doesnt affect you
  • what’s annoying is even if you wear heels
  • it will have no effect and he will still tease you
  • patting your head and calling you adorable
  • you not being able to stay annoyed for long,
  • YOU’VE SEEN THE WAY HIS EYES SPARKLE RUDE MUCH
  • would just blush while he pulls you in for a hug
  • okay so he has a pretty tight schedule
  • so during his free days, he’d make sure to plan a movie date with you
  • that’s one thing you both liked
  • so you both decided on watching a movie every time he is free
  • so that you could at least spend time together after a whole work week
  • half of the movie date would consist of the two of you cuddling under the same blanket while watching the movie intensely
  • you won’t even notice but halfway through the movie,
  • your legs would be tangled together under the blanket
  • your head is laying on his chest instead of the pillow
  • and him softly playing with your hair
  • Twenty-five percent would be trying to decide what food to order next after finishing your pizza
  • “How about Thai food?” he asks without looking away from the tv
  • “Nah, we had that last movie date.”
  • “Chinese food then.”
  • “Too spicy.”
  • “Then just make some popcorn. There’s some on the top shelf” he says with a half smirk
  • “I swear Joshua.”
  • 10 percent would just be you guys making out
  • and the last fifteen would be casually forgetting about watching the movie and just talking about random things
  • “Do you think dogs can understand our emotions through facial expressions?” you ask, straight-faced
  • “I think so, yeah. Why?” he says turning to you
  • “I dont know. I just want to know if dogs can actually see how happy we are when we see th- oh shoot, someone just died.”
  • after watching like 2-3 movies
  • the both of you would be too lazy to leave the couch so you just end up sleeping there
  • and you would wake up to noises caused by the other members 
  • “I wonder what movie they watched." 
  • "This is the fifth time they slept there.”
  • “Make sure to tell them to clean their own mess.”
  • “We all know Mingyu will end up cleaning it up for them anyway.”
  • at times where the two of you do have enough energy to walk to his room and sleep there
  • you would wake up to Joshua pulling you closer
  • as you try to adjust to the sunlight coming from the window
  • “Good morning." 
  • him greeting you with his raspy sexy morning voice
  • when he’s away or you cant visit him due to being busy
  • expect calls lasting from midnight to 3 am
  • consisting of talking about how your day went
  • deep, meaningful talks
  • you asking him to sing for you when you’re already getting sleepy
  • and when there’s a lot of free time
  • your dates wont only limit to movie dates
  • two dorks at the arcade competitively playing pacman
  • or the carnival when spring season comes
  • Joshua winning you a giant stuffed animal because he wanted to see you struggling to walk with it in your arms 
  • recording your cute self and then carrying it himself
  • sharing a cotton candy
  • going in a lot of photo booths
  • and riding the carousel
  • when you guys both feeling like just spending time together alone
  • he would take you to this nearby beach that also has a park nearby that only has a few visitors
  • walking barefooted in the sand, holding each other’s hand, talking about something cute
  • like baby names
  • the two of you laying down on the dewy grass, cloud gazing
  • "That one looks like a flower" 
  • "There’s another one.”
  • “Where?” you turn to him after seriously looking for it 
  • “Here.” he grins, tapping your nose
  • you getting caught off guard, just ends up wildly blushing
  • you were honestly screaming inside
  • fights are rare but they happen
  • and you guys would talk calmly and rationally
  • always figuring out ways to solve the problems
  • you guys fight like once every blue moon
  • your chemistry together is on another level
  • and it honestly amazes the other members
  • because the other can pick up easily on what the other is saying while they’re still trying to figure out if it was a joke or not
  • overall though
  • your whole relationship works really well, you both understand each other
  • he provides you with enough support and love and you give the same to him
  • you both understand that there’s only a limit the other can give
  • and you got each other’s backs
  • especially when it comes to teasing the members
  • Jeonghan was honestly surprised when he realised that the dynamic between the two of you if better than him and Joshua
  • you and him were basically partners in crime when it comes to teasing the members
  • and in all honesty
  • you wouldnt ask for any other relationship than what you have with him
  • “I’m free today, do you want to go to the museum?” he asks, arms around you after not seeing each other for a bit
  • “Yes please.” you say, smiling excitedly
  • “Calm down, there’s a limit to the excitement your small body can take.” he teases 
  • looking up at him, glaring,
  • “….youre cancelled.”
  • “I was only joking~ I love you.” he says, pressingly a kiss to your head
  • you huff, your frown immediately changing back into a smile
  • “I love you too. Now let’s go before I change my mind.”

Originally posted by kristian-do

They Don't Know (Mature)

My cheeks are becoming hot. I can feel them buzzing and I’m sure if Justin moves any closer to me (which I’m certain he will) he’ll be able to feel the heat radiating off them.

“Just lay back,” he whispers, giving me one last glance before his lips graze across my stomach; they’re wet and warm and cause my insides to do flips. “Let me take care of you.”

The bed is unfamiliar but I can smell Justin’s cologne mixing with his natural scent. I let myself fall back onto the sheets and sigh softly.

“Your skin is soft,” I hear him whisper while his fingers rub my hips, just above my underwear. “You’re so beautiful.”

I watch as he wraps his slender fingers around the material of my underwear, a face filled with concentration as he does so, and teasingly pulls them down.

Once they’re discarded to the floor, a glint of excitement passes through Justin’s eyes as I watch him, it only excites me more.

“I want to take my time, I want to make you feel every little thing,” he murmurs before, to my disappointment, moves up my body.

“You know we have a busy day tomorrow,” I grin, stretching to look down at him.

“I don’t mind falling asleep during interviews if you don’t,” he says before pressing his lips against my shoulder.

Gently, his fingers trail up my waist until they’re under my arms. By the way his eyes are burning into my chest, I can guess what happens next.

He moves closer, so close I can feel his breath colliding with my nipples. I hum softly.

It isn’t long before his lips are latched around my left nipple while his right hand gives my right equal attention. He imitates my hum and sends vibrations through every inch of me.

Without telling me, my body manages to arch up into Justin’s touch. I get the feeling he’s pleased by this because a soft growl forms at the back of his throat.

“Does that feel good? I adore when your body responds to me.”

I take my lip between my teeth and bite down a hard, causing it to sting.

Justin continues to work on my nipples, making me cry out with pleasure that keeps finding its way into the deepest parts of my body. I find myself both pulling him closer to me and pushing him away.

“I think you need more,” he tempts me, adding a tone to his voice that drips like hot, melted chocolate. Just as he finishes his words he starts to kiss down my chest and across the surface of my stomach. My heart leaps with excitement while my hips stir with anticipation.

Once his lips are level with my hips, I’m sure I’m no longer able to stand the desire I can feel building. I want to cry out in frustration.

“Feel the way my fingers are tracing your thighs, feel my breath on your clit, feel my touch burn into you,” Justin said in a tempting tone.

I did just that. The simple acknowledgment of Justin’s actions and his touch manages to bring an entirely new sense of pleasure.

“Justin, please,” I whisper, and I’m sure if I look down I’d be able to see a proud grin on his lips.

“I’m here to please you tonight so I’ll do whatever you want me to,” he replies and sends a wave of relief through my body.

He doesn’t say anything else. His lips pecked the insides of my thighs before his tongue started to dance up and down my clit, giving me a burning pleasure. Looking down, I can see his eyes watching me as he does it. 

I grip the sheets tightly in my hands and push my hips up to meet his mouth. Justin takes my actions happily and meets me in the middle; I almost squeal at the sudden rush.

Pushing me further to where I want to be, he wraps his lips around my clit and continues to swirl his tongue around in every direction. His mouth is hot and a shiver trickles down my spine.

****

Justin is sat next to me, his hand thrown over the back of my chair. I chance a glance and see him already looking at me, he smiles before looking away.

“So, working close together for a long period of time, does that ever get tiring? Are there times when there’s disagreements?” the interviewer, Chelsea, asks.

“Uhm.” Justin and I look at each other. “I think sometimes we get tired and cranky, and that can lead to one of us taking it out on the other, but it’s nothing serious, nothing that we hold against each other,” Justin says, looking over at me as I nod in agreement. “We love each other, we don’t argue as much as people might think.” He laughs and I smile up at him.

I watch him speaking, taking in the way his face changes when he speaks and the hand gestures he uses. I lick my lips absentmindedly before looking back to the interviewer as she nods along.

“He says that, but if we’re not making music, we’re bickering, usually because this one’s needy as shit,“ I smile innocently, nodding.

“See this? This what I have to deal with. Abuse.” Justin shakes his head, pretending to cry. Seconds later, he brings his head up and laughs to himself.

“The media can stir a lot of facts and twist them into rumours, as I’m sure you’re aware,” the interviewer starts. “How do you deal with that?”

“We don’t,” I whisper, laughing to myself and Justin glances over, grinning.

“We try to ignore them,” Justin says and I interrupt.

“But when it’s, when it’s something completely ridiculous, it’s kinda hard to ignore it, you know?” I say, and I can see Justin leaning his elbow on the chair, watching me.

“Like what?” the interviewer asks. “What’s the craziest rumour you’ve ever read about yourself?”

Justin and I look over at each other. “Uh, that’s difficult,” I laugh. “There’s that one, I can’t remember where I saw it, that you’re, like, secretly a lizard. Something you wanna tell us, Jay?” I grin to the camera and back to Justin.

“I don’t know what to tell you, except that it’s true, I’m a lizard, and [Y/N] does have a penis. It’s all true. We’re tired of living a lie. Right, [Y/N]?” He looks over at me with a sad expression. “It’s okay,” he whispers, taking my hand. “They deserve the truth.”

I suppress a smile and nod, looking at the camera while the interviewer laughs. “One thing we do; know, Justin Bieber is an idiot, you heard it here first.”

“You’re so mean to me.”

“True.”

“Anyway,” Chelsea says, laughing at us as I grin at Justin. “There’s a certain rumour that I don’t think you guys are able to get away from,” she hints and my heart skips a beat and I can be almost certain Justin’s does the same. We nod for her to continue. “There’s fan accounts, YouTube videos of proof, ship names; you name it, it’s out there somewhere, there’s this idea that the two of you are in a relationship.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and look down at my lap while Justin nods “Yeah, we’re aware,” he chuckles.

“Anything you want to clear up?” she digs a little deeper.

“Uh, I think, I think people can believe what they want, you know? I think there’s always going to be some kind of rumour or speculation that we don’t really look into, we just, you know, create music and do what we love and that’s all we really can do,” I say while feeling the tension rising between Justin and I.

“And, I mean, obviously there’s no truth to it but I also think it’s not hurting anyone, we aren’t bothered by what people say or think and we’re just happy to create music,” Justin smiles and nods towards the woman, to which Chelsea does the same.

“Everyone has something they believe,” I say and shrug, Justin grins.

“So, who’s single? You’re both single, right?” she asks, smiling at the two of us.

“Uh, yeah, both single and ready to mingle,” Justin smirks, raising his eyebrows at the camera. My smile falters as I twiddle my fingers.

“What do you look for in a girl, and a boy?”

“Uh, I like someone who’s fun, you know? A girl you feel you can talk to and know they’re there, but also someone who’s chill and can just relax and have a good time,” Justin says before his head snaps to my direction. “C'mon, [Y/N], spill the details.”

“I think someone who you can joke with, someone who’s not too serious at all times, you know, not building a wall all the time. Someone you feel you connect with.” I shrug, smiling bashfully.

“Well, that’s good to know,” Chelsea smiles and I see Justin grin.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he asks, sending a wink in her direction. “I’m just kidding,” he laughs.

“Now, what can we expect from you guys next?”

****
I walk behind Justin and the crowd pushes up against us, flashing lights cause me to throw a hand in front of my face. Being pushed and shoved means I’m falling into bodies, but I don’t have time to apologise. I follow Justin’s footsteps until a bodyguard is pushing me towards a different car.

The paparazzi are shouting profanity and asking absurd questions, they mix with the screaming fans.

“You can’t go with him, different vehicles,” he mutters and changes my path. I see Justin looking behind him to find me, but he’s pulled into the car in front.

Once I’m in the car, the shouts are somewhat muffled and I feel as though I’m underwater, I take deep breaths to keep my breathing steady.

I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and I pull it out to see an incoming call from Justin. I answer immediately without having to think. The driver starts up the car.

“Hey,” he whispers softly. “Are you okay? You got taken to another car, right?”

“Uh, yeah, the one behind yours.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Is it?” I ask.

He sighs deeply and I can imagine the stress showing on his face. “No, of course not, I just mean- I didn’t like the idea of you still being out there.”

“I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t like this either.”

“Don’t apologise, please. This is none of your fault. That’s the power of management for you, huh?” I say, running a hand through my hair, looking out of the window to see rain falling gently. Traffic lights look like stars through the blurred and tinted glass.

“When we get back to the hotel, we’ll talk, okay? Get it all off our chest.”

“Talking isn’t gonna do anything, Justin. Nothing can change the fact that I can’t tell the world that I love you and it’s hurting me.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds before I hear him let out a shaky breath. “I know. I love you so much.” There’s silence afterwards; I don’t know what to say. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you, princess,” he says and my heart aches in my chest.

“I love you, too, baby,” I say and pull the phone away from my ear. I see the photo of Justin and I that we took just last week on my background. I spend the rest of the drive staring out of the window.

****

“I can’t believe this, LOOK how in love they are!!”

“It’s heartbreaking to see what they’re having to hide from the public eye. It’s so obvious that they’re dating.”

“Look how jealous [Y/N] gets when Justin flirts with the interviewer, it’s actually painful to watch”

“the tension and awkward silence when they’re asked about the dating rumours makes me cringe so hard”

“This breaks my heart.”

****

“They all know. Have you seen all the comments?” I ask Justin as I pace the hotel room. Justin is sprawled across the bed. “It’s so obvious, it makes me cringe.”

“I know, I know,” he says, biting down on his bottom lip. I lick my own. “But what can we do? Ignore management and confess we’re dating just because everyone is convinced we are?”

“What’s the point in hiding it when everyone knows? People look into every interview, every picture, everything we say, and they’ve got it worked out, Justin.”

“I know-”

“And I’m sick of having to keep my distance from you and having to get permission from people to hug you when we’re at award shows, or having things cut from interviews because it might be too suggestive! I’m tired of it,” I snap, feeling my eyes watering. I bite my tongue to stop myself from letting out a choked sob.

“I know, [Y/N],” Justin says and quickly stands up, taking me in his arms. “We’ll take to management, yeah? Tomorrow.”

I shake my head. “They’re gonna tell us the same thing. Nothing’s gonna change, Justin.”

“Look at me,” he mumbles and I do as I’m told. “I think, even if we can’t show our love in public, we can be thankful that every night we get to be together. I’m so lucky to have you, even if it is just for the night.”

“It’s not fair-”

“Listen to me,” he says. His palms press against my cheeks, his fingers brushing my neck.

“A part of me thinks it’s fun, you know? Sneaking around can be fun, the idea of no one knowing, I’ll admit that. Other times, it’s just tiring, it’s like, sometimes I just want to hug you and kiss you when I want to.”

“[Y/N].”

“Justin.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, but-”

“No ‘buts’-”

“You have a nice one,” I mutter, smirking when Justin presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“Thank you,” he says, “but I want you to listen, okay?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re right, it isn’t fair. We shouldn’t have to hide, but I promise, one day the world is gonna know about you and me, and they’re going to support us because as you can see, the world is already backing us without even knowing what we have is truly real. We have so much support, [Y/N], and one day we can love each other without having to hide. I promise.”

I found comfort in Justin’s words and didn’t waste time in showing him. My lips pressed against his and his arms lifted my up. It wasn’t long before we were laid across the bed and painting our love with our bodies.

Kagehinatsukkiyama HCs

So I really love this ship and all variations of it I’m so sorry but I just reallllyy love Kagehinatsukkiyama ahaha okay so here are some headcanons:

-Aged Up! AU Where they live together.
-Hinata is a big cuddler. So whenever they have sleep, they take turns “sacrificing body warmth” to Hinata in their futons. (Kageyama secretly hogs him more. Don’t tell the other 2.)
-Yamaguchi and Hinata drag Kageyama and Tsukishima to go shopping together for cute hair accesories and outfits!
-“SHO YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!! AAA I COULD JUST EAT YOU UP!” *picks Hinata up and spins him*
-“TADA-CHAN LOOKS SUPER CUTE TOO!!” *Giggles* *gives him cute kisses*
-Kageyama and Tsukishima are fighting their nosebleeds in the background.
-“S-s-o King… can you still handle it?” -“Y-yea… no… this is too much.”

-Hinata makes Tsukishima pick him up and ride on his shoulders.
-“PICK ME UP TSUKKI AND I CAN FLYYY!”
-Tsukishima grumbles and complains WHILE carrying him on his shoulders.
-Sometimes he’ll just swoop him up bridal style. Then kiss him where ever he wants. Hinata beams.

-Tsukishima and Yamaguchi watch Dino movies together and Yamaguchi would have to deal with useless Dino facts and crying everytime one dies. But he doesn’t mind, he’ll kiss all the tears away.

-“HINATA BOKE WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN CUTE STOP IT.” “WHY DON’T YOU STOP BEING SO RIDICULOUSLY HOT BAKAGEYAMA.” *pouts* “Too cute…. I love you Shouyou…” “I LOVE YOU TOBIO!” *jumps on Kageyama*
-Tsukishima facepalms and Yamaguchi snickers. But they secretly find it endearing.

-Yams and Kags go to buy cakes together ocassionally while the other 2 sleep on the couch all cuddled up.
-One time it gets cold and Yamaguchi realizes he forgets his gloves.
-“S-stupid… take this…” and Kageyama gives him one if his gloves then proceeds to take Yamaguchi’s otherhand in his and shove it into his pocket. Kageyama is blushing madly and Yamaguchi giggles.
-“You and Tsukki are the same… I love you all.”
-Kageyama nearly faints that was too cute.
-It becomes routine and Yamaguchi always “forgets” his gloves. Not that Kageyama minds at all.
-They buy Tsukishima strawberry cake and Hinata chocolate cake!

-“Stupid King, hotblooded useless…” -“Tall gigantic egoistical pillar of salt.”
-Stuff like that are muttered in between kisses and Yams and Hina are just staring at them like *sighs* “They never change.” “It’s still cute though.”

-If anyone DARES to hurt Hinata, he’ll have 3 guys, all over 180cm, ready to fight and wearing the scariest expressions ever.

-Tsukishima is the only one able to kabedon™ Kageyama. When he does it’s usually really intimate and he whispers all sorts of stuff in his ear to make him blush.
-Hinata and Yamaguchi are watching all of this with matching blushes and squeals.
-“It’s like one of Noya-san’s BL mangas…”

-Daichi is kind of concerned at times like “IS NOBODY IN YOUR HOUSE RESPONSIBLE BESIDES YAMAGUCHI????” When he and Suga come over to check on their kids.
-Sugawara smiles and shakes his head.
-“You kids are wonderful but how about trying not to wreak havoc throughout all Miyagi okay?” With the Mom Face™ and Mom Tone™ and honestly they’re all more terrified of him than Dadchi. (Daichi totally understand because Suga scares him too 60% of the time.)

-They all hug Hinata when he’s feeling down and he feels super loved. “Stupid Hinata, we love you don’t ever doubt that.” Then they all carry him around to make him feel tol.
-Yamaguchi gets warm loving words and cheek kisses from everyone. (Tsukishima aims for the mouth though that cheater.)
-Kageyama gets Hinata and Yamaguchi  pulling him to dance around the room and Tsukishima ruffles his hair. It’s an odd comforting method but he loves it.
-Tsukishima gets movies AND cake AND 3 wonderful boys snuggled up beside him. How spoiled.

-Hinayama dates are like: Yamaguchi takes Hinata out to the lake and they gaze at the sunset leaning on each other. They say the sappiest, cutest things.
-Kagehina is when Kageyama takes Hinata out on “dates” and brings the volleyball so its 70% volleyball, 20% making out, 10% actually being romantic and 100% chance of BOKE! They run around open fields and make flower crowns too that’s super cute and fluffy.
-Tsukkiyama dates usually include going to museums (the other 2 are kinda ummm yea not into that) and Yamaguchi gets to see Tsukki light up talking about Dinosaurs. He gets to tease him but it’s really cute. Awww. Slow dancing under the moon at night too.
-Tsukkihina dates include “Tsukki take me to see the floating lights!” “You mean the stars?” So they go to the observatory. “The stars look just like the ones in your eyes.” Tsukishima almost cries because that was adorable. They’ll walk home at night hand in hand with matching blushes.
-Tsukkikage dates are… relatively normal. They chat in cafes with lots of banter but they enjoy it alot and share milkshake. Tsukki likes to rub it in that he’s taller. It’s fun riling up his king.
-KageYama (no wait Yamakage makes more sense.) Dates include watching romcom movies in the theaters and Yamaguchi attempting to explain the jokes, puns, romantic lines, etc. Kageyama is kinda… blank??? But Yamaguchi finds his innocence super precious. So throughout the movie Kageyama mostly just watches Yamaguchi and honestly it’s so much better than any movie.

-When all of them go out together it’s SUPER HECTIC BUT SUPER FUN and they do all sorts of stuff yayy!!!
-Super surprising but the one who cooks the best is HINATA. So he’d make them breakfast and dinner and it’s just sooooo good.
-This ship is so pure please consider it thank you.

A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 4

“Tell me, my Blue Prince, about your favorite Earth cuisines.”

I smack my lips and rest my hands behind my head. “Well, that’s a hard question because I love eating. Pizza, for starters, ice cream, definitely and mama Mcclain’s garlic knots.“ God, I miss home so much. If I somehow am allowed an out to defending the universe, whether I’m replaced or I’m no longer needed, I doubt I could go back to the Garrison. I’d just want to go back to my family. The effort of testing into such a prestigious academy loses its appeal when you’re actually faced with the possibility of never seeing your family again. It’s just… awful.

Lotor, upon my request, has pulled his hair into pigtails and at first I couldn’t stop laughing (my stomach cramped up and I slipped off my chair), but now that we’re talking, I think it looks kind of cute. With such a nice structured face, it’s hard to look ridiculous even with a little girls hairstyle. His eyes strongly remind me of Keith’s, but more slanted and narrow. His cheekbones could probably cut glass and you bet your ass I’ll demand we use his jawline to cut our wedding cake.

It feels so much lighter when I’m talking to him versus me talking to the people on the ship. I have so many things to hide when I’m talking to them, but with Lotor, there doesn’t have to be any secrets, except for my endeavors with Keith, which we haven’t done since we had that awkward talk. I can tell him of my family for hours and he’ll never grow bored of me talking and it feels so good to be lathered with attention and affection, even if we don’t even know each other in real life. Lotor… he says his new quest to make peace could use someone like me. He says I should come with him, and holy shit do I so desperately want to. I’m going to be replaced anyway, so what better way to waste my time than with a Prince who adores me, helping him restore the universe?

“Ice… cream?” He tilts his head cutely, curiously and my heart gives a pitiful series of fast beats. “Is it cold, like ice?”

“Yeah. It’s pretty cold, but not too cold to eat. It comes in a bunch of different flavors and if you eat it too fast, your brain freezes.” Lotor’s expression morphs to that of horror and I quickly back petal. “No, no, not like, actually freeze, it just gives you a headache for a minute and humans call it a brain freeze.”

“Fascinating!” He looks completely awestruck. It’s so sweet. “Rest assured, replications of your ice cream will be made, as well as with your other earth cuisines, and you will be fed well when you are mine, my Blue Prince!”

He’s always telling me how much he’ll spoil me once he makes me his, which he’s systematically doing. I’ve never been more pliant with another. And Blue claims I’ve never been more emotional dependent on anyone as well. He’s making it all sound like a paradise. Maybe he’s making me his loyal victim, but when I feel this light, I really don’t care if he’s feeding me lies built off of bad intentions. “I can’t wait. Hunk… he’s tried to turn the ship’s mediocre ingredients into something edible, but lately I’ve just been getting tasteless food goo. It sucks.”

“My love, once you are in my grasps, you will never feast on tasteless goo again! Only the best for my beloved Blue Prince. The best clothes, the finest place to rest right beside me, the best treatment from my guards and servants. Anyone who offers you less shall be imprisoned, my love!”

That’s awful, that’s malicious and cruel to imprison someone for offering me something that isn’t up to my standards. But, my head is so sick, the thought is pulling my mouth into a wide smile and I laugh and clap my hands excitedly. Why does that make me happy? Maybe it’s just his dedication, or his sparkling eyes, or the way he speaks so fondly about me, praising me so confidently, worshipping me. It feels so good to be WORSHIPPED. I can’t help it. I’ve spent most of my life feeling second best, seventh wheel, not good enough, useless, but he’s offering me everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m happy hearing it all, being listened to, being treated right. He wants me. And that’s what I’ve always wanted.

“I can’t wait to be by your side, Princey!” Maybe he’s not the only one who is delirious. Maybe it’s me too because I’m living in the same illusion he is and I’m fucking loving it. “I can’t wait to be owned by you, to be happy like this all the time, to not cry so much. To live in that,” Prison, Blue tells me, It will be a prison, no matter how much he convinces you it is your choice to leave or not, it will be a prison, don’t succumb, please, my Paladin, “in that paradise, Lotor.”

“A paradise, just for you and I.” He claims so lovingly, looking even more consumed by the thought of eternal happiness with each other than I am. “A paradise, where no one will make you feel alone, worthless, or unwanted again.”

My helmet speaks up. “Paladins! Please, report to the control room, as there is dickery afoot!” I can vaguely hear someone chuckling in the background and have to assume Matt and Pidge are teaching Coran god awful, but hilarious, terms like ‘dickery’.

All at once, the color along with the joy, drains from me. I’ve been feeling worse and worse nowadays. Talking to him is the only release I find in life. Seeing his smiling, sharp mouth forming kind words. I’m tired of cold lips undermining me so innocently. The facade is harder than ever to keep up, of stability. “I… gotta go, Princey. But, I’m really down for just blowing this popsicle stand. I’m really, really done being an extra. A stand in.”

He looks confused. I should probably start teaching him some Earth terms too, as much as I love his impeccable English, it’d be nice to work some slang and metaphors into his vernacular. “I’m going to take an escape pod and leave.” He lights up at once and says his fair wells before the connection times out.

I pull on my jacket and take my sweet time getting to the control room. As much as I love going on missions, I feel like no one even wants me on them. None of our missions have gone as smoothly as the one I wasn’t on, according to Shiro, not that he knows I heard him say that to Allura. Why wouldn’t they want to replace me? If everything’s so much better when I’m oblivious and sad at the castle. What should they care if I’m living happily ever after, not piloting Blue? Though, I have to admit, I’m going to miss her and I feel bad. She keeps saying that I’m her pilot, that I cannot abandon being a Paladin, but I’m done. I can’t keep living with people who I’m pretty sure hate my guts. Even she can sense that I’m so much happier when I’m with Prince Lotor.

She doesn’t deserve feeling my sadness all the time and worrying over a cargo pilot that doesn’t deserve her. In a way, she’ll be better off too, even if she doesn’t realize that yet. Everyone else is already in the control room when I arrive and I struggle to crack a smile.

“Lance, what the hell? Do you have weights attached to your ankles or are your clown feet just getting harder to pick up?” Keith bites as soon as I plop down at my station.

“I don’t know Keith, you look like you just sat down. Your fat head getting harder to keep up? Or are the planets orbiting around it making it harder to see?” I shoot back through a sigh, forcing myself to grin cockily. He’s probably just pent up because we haven’t been fucking. I’ll admit, I’m a little frustrated too.

Shiro lets out a groan. “Are you guys serious? As soon as you’re in the same room, you have to argue. Keith, chill out. Lance, you only make it worse when you respond. We talked about this.”

I don’t know why, but I feel like talking back and I’m an impulsive guy with little self control. I’ll be out of here soon anyway, so what’s the point in holding back. “Okay, next time I’ll just let Keith treat me like a bitch because he’s your favorite. Got it.”

Hunk chokes and Pidge lets out a bark of laughter. Matt shoves them in the back of the head with reprimand. Why is he even here? Slav doesn’t get to join when we discuss missions. They’re probably preparing him for the position of the Blue Paladin. Whatever. He can fucking have it.

“I don’t have favorites, Lance.” Shiro responds, sitting up straighter and catching my gaze. I don’t look away. He doesn’t even see his own bias? This is too much. “I’m simply pointing out that you were both at fault. Do you have a problem with how I lead this team?”

I chuckle bitterly and shake my head slowly, wiping my palms on my pants. “No, you’re a fine leader, except you have to treat Keith like the princess he is. If I didn’t know any better, I’d be thoroughly convinced you two were fucking. And we both know that if Keith wants a fight, he pushes and pushes and pushes until he gets one, so there isn’t such thing as ‘don’t respond’. If I don’t respond to him being a dick, you know what’ll happen, Mr. Great Leader? I have to shut up while he acts superior.”

“Lance, I don’t - ”

I have no clue what’s coming over me, maybe my ego’s been overfed and the confidence from being wanted is all consuming, but I cut off whatever he was about to say. “Keith, sorry if your head is so fucking huge that your ears are too small for it, but no one was talking to you, especially not me. Though, the conversation will shift to you eventually, Daddy will always cater to his princess before he listens to anyone else, after all.”

They’re both bright red, maybe will embarrassment, but probably with anger and I’m proud, too proud, this isn’t me, but I’m not sad somehow. Hunk looks like he might pass out and Keith, oh fucking Keith, looks like he’s about to open his big mouth, but Allura interrupts just in time.

“Paladins, keep your personal matters to yourselves. There is a mission to attend to. This… disgusting amount of insubordination and disrespect will be dealt with after the mission. For now, clear your minds of it and focus on the task at hand.”

Shiro and Keith both numbly nod, though the latter sends me a glare that might’ve made me cry if it didn’t suddenly feel so good being so horrible. I can’t help but stretch my lips into a wide, curling grin as the mission proceeds. I feel lighter, having screwed into their heads like that. I’ll be gone soon anyway, so what else can I say?

Though, it occurs to me now that I just might get my skinny neck wrung once the mission has ended. I call it the Lotor effect. Knowing he is out there, wanting me, is making me fearless. The aching sadness is draining. Instead I feel…

Absolutely fucking evil.

Chapter 5: https://langst-mccpain.tumblr.com/post/163355067940/a-blue-prince-to-own-chapter-5

“Tweet Her” -Suga Scenario

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Originally posted by notjustaphase

At first Yoongi thought he was good at hiding things like this, especially from his members but nothing gets past them especially when he is with them basically all day everyday. If he was being honest he didn’t really want them to find out about his huge crush on a popular idol because he wouldn’t hear the end of it. Quietly his head hang low as each member had their eyes trained on him. “You like her” Jungkook stated a devilish smirk covered his usual bunny smile. “Yoongi! You so like y/n” Taehyung carried on for Jungkook the same smirk plastering his face as well. A small smile appeared on Yoongi’s face as you name was mentioned but the smile didn’t go unnoticed by anyone, each member picking up on it as if it was the most interesting thing on this planet. “Look at his smile! Isn’t that adorable” A chuckled seeped out of each members strained faces at Jin’s words. 

Of course Namjoon felt sorry for his hyung as he sat there feeling attacked for his love for an idol he felt he had no chance with. “Guys leave him alone. If anything we should help him” Jimin said trying not to laugh at the younger members expressions. Each member pondered on the thought of helping their fellow member to gain the heart of the successful idol.

“I’ll help!” they all finally say one after another and relief washes over Yoongi revealed that now he doesn’t have to hide his love for you and because the tormenting had finally stopped. Yet they all looked at him impishly and he could feel the heat over their burning stare on every inch of his body. “How do you think you will ask her out?” Namjoon asks breaking the uncomfortable silence that covered the air like a blanket. “I can’t just walk up to her! Imagine the amount of people that would see that! Then if I were to ask her any other way then it would get seen anyways” Yoongi replies his tone saddening as the task at hand finally hit him. “There isn’t a way to ask her without people finding out, hyung. Go bold, tweet her or something. Do something that she won’t get the chance to ignore.” Hoseok suggested with his usual huge smile consuming his features.

Each member nodded enthusiastically at Hobi’s idea and waited for Yoongi’s opinion on the plan, it seemed full proof to the rest of them but for Yoongi this was life or death. What if you didn’t like him back? You could humiliate him in front of everyone. No you wouldn’t do that, your to sweet and he knew that it’s just the possibilities were scaring him but it was now or never. “Alright. I like the idea” Yoongi says smiling at his fellow members as each cheered all in favour for seeing the outcome. Each ready to deal with whatever was to happen.

Each member was nervous on his behalf even though he was beyond nervous as he took control over the phone ready to tweet out to his love who didn’t know that he loved her. “What do I say?” he asks the members as his eyes scan over their thoughtful faces. “Be sincere.” Jin replies with a smile. “Well as sincere as you can with 145 characters” Namjoon added chuckling slightly at himself. 

Yoongi frowned as his fingers hovered over the keyboard not knowing where to start. “Yoongi. Just ask her to meet you or say that you’d like to get to know her” Jungkook said trying to help his friend into starting the tweet which could make his smile ten times brighter if she were to say yes. A gentle nod is the only way to replies as he starts off his tweet.

“@Y/T/N It would be great to meet you sometime. Maybe we could write a song together. Please get in touch. -Suga”

Yoongi read it out multiple times to himself and to the members just to make sure it sounded and looked right. “Does this give off a good impression? Is it to formal or too casual? The thoughts were too busy clouding his head that he didn’t notice Tae reach over and press the send button. The boys started laughing hysterically as Yoongi finally caught on to what Tae had done. Fear took over Tae’s face as he saw the look on Yoongi’s face which soon washed away when he felt the phone in his hand buzz.

“@BTS_twt I would like to meet you too sometime. Writing a song together would be amazing. Can’t wait to talk to you more. -Y/N”

Immediately as Yoongi read through the tweet a shriek erupted from his parted lips and he jumped for joy making each member fight to read what happened. The smile that was on his lips was priceless and not even the sun could compare and the members had never seen him like this. Yoongi wrapped his arms around each member giving them a bone crushing hug before they all joined in one huge hug.

Originally posted by yoongies-min

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anonymous asked:

Maybe I'm paranoid, but I only got gaslighting vibes from Kuron's "how many times" line at the end of S3, because it seemed to work on Keith: turning him from awkward and uncomfortable to smiling and relieved? I didn't get anything from Kuron other than knowing that's what he needed to say to relax Keith? Because even if innocent, Kuron can deal with his own feelings of something being wrong but the second Keith notices it becomes real and Kuron feels more selfish than Shiro?

Alright, the thing is, I’ve talked a bit about how Kuron’s been affected by brainwashing–and could unknowingly be gaslighting Keith. However, I don’t think this happens until much later in the episode, after their run-in with Lotor’s comet ship. I think there’s a definitive turning point in Kuron’s mindset that happens after the bedroom scene. It’s something else I’ve touched on briefly, but “thematic haircuts” are very much a thing in narratives. And in Voltron’s case, we’ve already seen this through Pidge. For her, a haircut meant assuming a false identity. Attempting to be someone else. 

Similarly, Kuron cutting his hair to look more like Shiro, wearing similar style clothes, and attempting to resume leadership–it all indicates he’s imitating Shiro. This is part of what makes Kuron feel so off and unsettling. He can’t mimic Shiro perfectly, and the uncanny resemblance yet sharp contrast is unnerving. So, that being said–if we look at at Kuron’s behavior and outward physical changes, I think we see his true self prior to the haircut. Everything up until that point, in my mind, is mostly genuine. So, let’s take a look at that bedroom scene:

Keith sees Kuron when he’s at his most vulnerable. He’s the only one that does. Keith says, “Well, if you’re feeling up to it, the rest of the team would be thrilled to see you up and moving around again.” This implies that not only has Kuron been bedridden, but he hasn’t trusted anyone else to enter his room yet. Only Keith. If he really just cared about manipulating the team, wouldn’t it be far more efficient to interact with them all as much as possible? Why just play Keith? I also don’t think Kuron was really in any state to playing mind games. He admits he might not be able to get up just yet, and it’s clear he’s been out of commission for some time–I don’t think the team would all be out on missions already otherwise. 

And I believe Keith’s demeanor is more than just “awkward.” He’s clearly very concerned for “Shiro.” There’s an implicit I need you when he says “they.” He’s also clearly crestfallen by the thought Black might have left Kuron to the mercy of the galra. Even trying to comfort him by speculating it was a misguided rescue attempt–“Could it have teleported you? Maybe it was trying to save you” “Maybe Zarkon forced it too.” He’s also had to witness the person he loves most be torn away from him by the galra again. The last time that happened, Shiro lost an arm and was clearly tortured and traumatized. Who knows what they took from him this time? Keith has every reason to be fraught with worry. 

As for what Kuron said, I think it was entirely intimate. There was a depth to it you wouldn’t find in just simple distractions. It feels to me like so much more than just a convenient line to appease Keith. The thing is, I don’t think Shiro is one to really tell people what they mean to him out loud. He shows his feelings by action–running to Keith’s defense at every turn, holding him close. Even Keith is more inclined to voice his feelings, I think. He attempts to tell Shiro how much he means–“My life would be a whole lot different without you,” only for Shiro to turn it into a morbid joke. So Shiro’s not as expressive about his feelings, and I think he’s better at concealing them than Keith. 

Which is partly why this line surprised me, I think. It seems so very forward for Shiro. But Kuron has no problem saying it. It’s a line he throws in teasingly, but there’s also a lot of gravity to it. It’s not just your standard “oh, thanks for saving me, buddy” it’s him acknowledging how Keith has rescued him time and time again. How his presence is some assured constant, how he’ll always be there for him. 

And to joke about someone’s devotion like that? Honestly, it feels somewhat flirty to me. And he’s completely unabashed in the admission, smiles knowingly rather than shying away from it. And Keith returns that sentiment in full. There’s a heart-clenching honesty in his voice when he says, “As many times as it takes,” a promise he vows with easy confidence. He’ll never abandon Shiro. For him, that’s a definite certainty. 

If you have still doubts about Kuron’s sincerity, I’d direct you back to his reunion with Keith. That sure looks like they have a meaningful connection to me. Keith is also the first of Shiro’s memories to resurface, indicating that it was perhaps the one Kuron held dearest. Given how he’d seen Keith through Shiro’s eyes, and how Keith saved him again, and also stayed at his bedside? I think Kuron has every reason to adore him. He doesn’t let himself break down in front of anyone else, doesn’t even trust the others to see him when he’s so vulnerable. To me he has a clear soft spot for Keith, and it’s what brought on the sudden confidence to say something I don’t think Shiro necessarily would. 

Also, it’s worth noting that Kuron cheered Keith up so much he tried making a little joke to lighten the mood between him and Lance later on. Lance smiles when Keith says “Leave the math to Pidge”–that’s not gaslighting. It’s just him trying to comfort a friend. Of course, you don’t get that same depth and dramatic mood from Keith’s parting words to Lance, but that’s because his dynamic with Lance is completely different from what he had with Shiro. 

A Different Type of Feeling - boyf riends

Title: A Different Type of Feeling

Word Count: 1387

Pairing: Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell (boyf riends/Meremy)

Warnings: I don’t know anything about pot, so I’m kind of cringing at that part and I’m sure you will too (unless you know as little as me), kissing?

A/N: First ship I’m writing! (Well, publishing actually). I kinda got obsessed with Be More Chill, and especially boyf riends, so here’s this! I have two others in work that I’m not sure if I’ll finish, but I hope I do. I also have a Lin x reader one that I’m not sure I will finish, but I’ll try.

Enjoy!

:::

Gosh, Jeremy was in love. He know he shouldn’t, at least not with him. Now that he was with Christine he should love her. But he couldn’t help it. Michael was so cute and so good to Jeremy, and every time he saw his best friend his stomach filled with butterflies and his face turned beet red. He always cherished their moments together, and he had lost count of many video games he had lost to him because he was distracted by the way the shadows and light from the TV flickered on his face. Or how many times he had woken up beside him and just stared at his sleeping form. He always looked so peaceful. And his face seemed a little different because he didn’t wear his glasses. And sometimes he would smile a bit in his sleep, and small adorable dimples would appear on his cheeks. 

It was not like he didn’t like Christine anymore. He still thought she was the prettiest girl in existence, and he still loved to talk to her. But he had realised he loved her more in a friend type of way. He didn’t get all flustered around her anymore, and he never felt the sparks to start with.

But he didn’t want to hurt her. She hadn’t judged him after the whole SQUIP incident, and she supported him afterwards when he had to deal with all the consequences. But so had Michael. He had honestly not believed it when Michael came back to him after he had treated him like he had done. He had been so happy. That was when he realised he loved him.

“So, what do you think? Jeremy? Jeremy!” Christine yelled, trying to get her boyfriend’s attention.

“Huh? Oh, uh, cool?” Jeremy shook his head as he tried to not think about Michael.

Christine wore an annoyed expression on her face. “Were you listening at all? Or were you to distracted staring at Michael?” 

Jeremy’s eyes widened as his face turned beet red, and he started to shake his head. “N-no, I mean, I wasn’t staring, I just, I have a lot on my mind.” 

It was obvious Christine didn’t believe him. With a sigh she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. Jeremy hoped she couldn’t see his fear in his eyes.
“Look, I think we need to talk after school. Can you meet me in the drama room at three?”

Dread and relief filled up in his stomach as he nodded. He knew those words. We need to talk. That was something girls said when they wanted to break up with you. He felt bad for being relieved and hoping she would break up with him, but he really didn’t want to do it.  

Christine smiled and stood up. “See you after school.” Then she left with her plate of food.

Jeremy caught Michael staring at him with a confused look, and Jeremy could feel the blush rise again. He put his head in his hands and sighed.

-

Jeremy were supposed to meet Michael after school to go home to his and play video games, but since he had to meet Christine, he had asked to just meet him there. But as he stood outside his best friend of twelve year’s house, he felt something he had never felt before. He didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want to meet Micael and dealing with his feelings for his best friend. He didn’t want to worry about Michael finding out, or even losing the game because he was distracted. He just wanted to curl up in a ball under his covers and sleep. But he couldn’t, so after standing and staring at the door for five minutes, he finally walked in.

The way to the basement was memorised by now. He could walk the route in his sleep. 

“Hey, what took you so long?” Michael asked from his beanbag, his eyes fixed on the screen.

“Oh, uh. Christine and I, we sorta, kinda, broke up…” Jeremy trailed off.

Michael’s smile was immediately wiped off his face, and he paused the game to look at Jeremy.
“Oh, I am so sorry. Are you okay, I know you loved her?”

Jeremy got a sort of fluttery feeling in his heart. Michael looked so worried about him. What had he done to deserve this?

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. It was mutual anyways. I had planned on breaking up with her soon, I just needed to find the right moment.”

Michael patted the place beside him, and Jeremy realised he hadn’t even sat down. He still stood by the staircase.
When he sat down, Michael handed him something small rolled up. A joint. 

“Nah, dude, I’m fine without.”

Ever since the SQUIP, Jeremy had been terrified of not having a clear head. Of not being able to think without something influencing him. But he hadn’t told anyone. He should tell Michael.

Michael shot him a confused glance, but took the joint himself instead. Soon the familiar smell of pot filled Jeremy’s senses, and he felt strangely calm.
“So, what happened?”

“Huh?” 

“Why’d you break up? I thought you were helplessly in love with each other?” (A/N I’m feeling so helpless! Look into his eyes and the sky’s the limit-because I had to) Jeremy thought he heard a small undertone of bitterness in his voice, but he told himself it was just his mind running wild. He was hearing things that weren’t there, just because he wanted them to be there.

“It just didn’t work out. I didn’t feel like that for her anyway.”

And then Michael did something Jeremy should’ve expected. He hugged Jeremy. And a sweet scent of Michael’s shampoo and fabric softener, just ruined by the pot he had smoked engulfed him. Jeremy could feel himself instantly relax, and the butterflies in his stomach started to flutter again as his face went warm. Suddenly something Christine had said popped up in his head.

“You should tell Michael how you feel. Or else you might lose him.”

“Michael?” Jeremy said, his voice muffled because his head was buried in Michael’s shoulder.

Michael pulled away, and a small twinge of regret and nerves settled in his body.

“I-I have to tell you something.”

Michael’s eyes furrowed in confusion as he nodded. In the back of his mind Jeremy didn’t want to pull away, he didn’t want to this at all.

He took a deep breath, collecting courage, and then as he breathed out he said it. “I-kinda-have-a-crush-on-you-but-I-don’t-want-to-ruin-our-friendship-since-you’re-my-favourite-person-and-my-best-friend-and-I’m-never-gonna-have-a-better-person-than-you-in-my-life.”

Even though Jeremy had said it as fast as he could, and it probably had been pretty unclear, Michael seemed like he understood it, because now a shocked face had replaced his confused one, and a small blush spread on his cheeks, barely visible. 

“I-what?”

Jeremy looked down, his courage almost all gone, replaced by regret. How had he thought this wouldn’t affect their friendship?

“Jeremy, look at me.” Michael used hand to lift Jeremy’s face up. 

He was met with his best friend’s brown eyes just a few inches from his face, and his breath fanned his lips.

“I-I love you.” Jeremy breathed, his mouth not following his head. Because in his head he was too busy picturing kissing his best friend.

Even though Jeremy could only see his eyes, he knew Michael was smiling.

“Good.” And then Michael gently placed his lips on Jeremy’s.

Even though this wasn’t Jeremy’s first kiss, it felt like it, because he had never kissed, or been kissed like this before. His kisses with Christine was awkward and lasted for a couple of seconds. He didn’t really feel anything with her. With Michael he felt like his whole body exploded. His eyes were closed but he could still see Michael’s eyes behind his eyelids, and the butterflies in his stomach was replaced with fireworks.

When they pulled away, the only thing Jeremy was able to think was ‘This was a different type of feeling’, and before he was able to react, he put his lips on Michael’s again.

catchthespade  asked:

JUMIN/MC ;^))))))) (the light of my life)

:O!! You got it fam, same here I live for these two <3 (I’m sorry it’s so long I always get so carried away when it’s Jumin OTL)


Who’s the cuddler: Jumin! Though MC likes cuddling a lot too, I am a stalwart believer in the notion that Jumin is touch-starved. When he finally finds somebody he is comfortable with and actively wants to be close to, it’s almost subconscious. He’ll pull her close and reach for her hand, play with her fingers, kiss her ring while tracing her skin with words of loving gratitude. He’ll embrace her from behind if she’s cooking/baking, make a home for himself where her neck meets her shoulder before they both go to sleep, spend winter nights with her swaddled in his arms as she nods off.

Who makes the bed: MC! Jumin tends to start the day rather early because of work, so he’s usually up first. After a long, consuming kiss and several reluctant pecks, she’ll be left to curl up in his lingering warmth and scent for a few more hours before she starts the day herself. He would probably insist that she leave the tasks to the maids, but MC just used to doing it herself. 

Who wakes up first: Jumin! Judging by the life he’s lead for a while now, he’s used to waking up early and tends to be an early riser on his own. That being said he counts it as a blessing, as he often loves to marvel at the way the break of dawn dances across MC’s hair and bathes her in its glow; seraphic and radiant as the angel he believes her to be. Most of the time he’ll be patient and unwilling to wake her up when she appears so tranquil in the land of dreams, but from time to time he’ll be unable to help himself and kiss her softly awake, murmuring “My Sleeping Beauty” as he holds her close.

Who has the weird taste in music: Depends on how you define weird, but for this one I’m going to go with MC. Since Jumin tends to have a very refined taste in music–with preferences for classical, opera, and orchestral music– MC’s tastes are a bit more strange and myriad. She would probably listen to a wide variety of music if she were musically inclined, and enjoy anything from theatre music to punk rock to a little hip-hop and pop. I think they would both respect the other’s taste, and find that a few of the other’s selections would appeal to them greatly. Phantom of the Opera music can often be heard playing in the house after MC moves in oooops

Who is more protective: That’s actually a tough one, in that I think they’re both fiercely protective of the other (though sometimes I wish Cheritz made MC speak up more ugh). So I’d say both but in different ways. Jumin is protective in just about every sense of the word, though he would grant his MC complete autonomy so long as she exercised basic precautions. Her safety is always his number one priority. He knows what he can’t live without, and that fact tends to make him extremely careful about her physical health (security guards everywhere lol), though he’s also very attentive about her emotional/psychological health. MC on the other hand works to protect him from harm inflicted by those who objectify him and neglect his feelings, particularly the female sycophants we often see buzzing about him and his father. She’s very conscious of how he’s feeling and can read him easily, with open arms, a comforting murmur, or a sweet lip-lock at the ready the moment he needs it. 

Who sings in the shower: Haha, MC, assuming she’s musically inclined as I mentioned earlier. The first time Jumin caught her doing that she was mortified and crimson, hiding behind the bathroom door and apologizing for disturbing him as soon as he came home. He drew her close and reassured her that it was quite alright, stroking her hair as he told her she had a lovely voice and that she shouldn’t silence herself on his account. From then on MC could often be heard trilling about the house now and then, and Jumin would lean back wherever he was, close his eyes, and enjoy the euphonious melody. If he knew the song, maybe he’d join in for a bit in a low bass.

Who cries during movies: MC! Though it’s rare as they tend to prefer watching uplifting things, anything heart-wrenching or terrifying will often cause MC to tear up. Whenever Jumin would spot the liquid crystals clinging to her eyelashes, ready to fall, he’d embrace her tightly without another word. MC would listen to the sound of his heart and cuddle into his warmth, content and calming quickly in his arms. Gentle fingers would smooth away what was left of her tears and soothe her with gossamer kisses, murmuring words of comfort.

Who spends the most while out shopping: LOL Jumin, hands down. This man, this adorable donut, literally spares no expense as showcased by the Valentine’s Day dlc. Whenever he goes out, his mind will wander to MC no matter what he’s doing. Whether it was something that matched the color of her eyes, or a dress that complemented her skin tone perfectly, or an ornament that was perfect for her person you better believe he will buy it no further questions asked. Then he’ll come home with bags upon bags of beautiful, classy things; all things he insisted were too perfect for MC to ignore. I’d wager MC would tell him there was no need to go so far and that all she needed was him, but Jumin–albeit melting at her insistence–only wants to spoil her even more upon hearing it.

Who kisses more roughly: Jumin. Han. Granted he tries to be gentle, and succeeds most of the time. But on those days where his need to be with her–to drown himself in the delights of her body and lose himself in the person that loves him for all he is, the person he never thought might exist–wins out; his kisses are desperate and consuming and raw. Additionally, when MC is feeling forward and expresses a bit of excitement herself he can get lost in sheer passion along with her. MC never has any regrets though hot damn

Who is more dominate: Jumin, again. This is a man who is very accustomed and most comfortable in control, so he often takes a lead that MC readily allows him. Though he may be coaxed into a more submissive role from time to time, he has a natural tendency and preference for the former.

My rating of the ship from 1-10: Based on the canon content from Cheritz, I’d give it a solid 9/10. I love this ship, I’m an absolute sucker for it. Jumin is such a wonderfully complex man, with a benevolent heart despite his routine sass and default stoic demeanor. He’s endlessly devoted and loving, and wants nothing more than to see his MC happy by his side after everything she’s done for him in loving him unconditionally. MC takes the initiative to help Jumin when he needs it, and understands that the mental turmoil he’s suffering is a result of years of unhealthy stifling of his emotions. She coaxes those feelings out of him, taking great care to be gentle, and helps him understand a part of himself he’d never been able to express safely all his life. My only gripe is with how insensitive her dialogue and reactions can be in the game sometimes (really, we have to interrogate Jumin about Rika and Elizabeth the Third eighteen times, really) in that the phrasing can be hurtful or MC doubts his perception of reality. And while that’s somewhat warranted, I think Jumin is pretty clear that the love he develops for MC is profound and separate for the love he holds for his cat, which he explains he knew was a bit excessive but chose to believe it was real and reciprocated for his own peace of mind. That, and MC definitely could have defended him and communicated his struggles a bit better to the rest of the RFA throughout his route. 

Scenario - “Hitting A Sweet Spot While Massaging You”

Scenario: It finally seems to be getting to the point where you feel free                       and comfortable enough to ask if he can rub your body. You                       wouldn’t have really said anything, but you’re barely walking,                     he’s just sitting there and your back is screaming for some of                     that special pressure. And it gets it. And you make a noise.  
                  And he freaks out in more ways than one ~
                  No way of escaping the weird feelings in this scenario, my                         apologies. 😂😂



Jaebum :

First Reaction : Holy– am I doing this too hard. .?

He’d immediately pull his knuckles up from the tense plank of muscle but wouldn’t stop the motions. The only sensation that would be the aftertaste of your brief ecstasy? Butterfly tickles smoothing around the pool of your hip bone as he processes the sound you’ve just sung into the air.

* Not in control of my fingers anymore but still has no shame in saying this *

Second Reaction : Is there anywhere else that hurts, Y/N? I’ll be happy to
                                check it all out for my baby…. girl….

I can’t. I literally can’t. Your limbs aren’t about to fall off from what he can see and he’ll have to take that sweater off from you sometime so why not now? Why not just give your whole body a massage while its happening. Best part, it’s for free. At least until he see’s you can stand on your toes– and now see you pinned underneath his arms.  Yeah, Daddy, why don’t you?


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Seek Approval - Jon Snow x Reader

Just a little thing i started so so long ago based on a necklace I have that has a tree like the weirwood tree. Let us all imagine that everyone is happy and things are as they should be like before season 1 as i am so depressed right now sitting on an airport floor in Cyprus wanting to cry and needing a hug.

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Originally posted by kitsn0w

You stood admiring the small silver pendant you held delicately in your hands. It depicted a small tree, a Weirwood tree and it was given to you by Jon Snow. He had saved up what little coin he could to buy you it so you could always have a piece of him with you, seeing as you had to keep your relationship rather secret - not that you wanted to.
You were a simple working girl, the daughter of the Starks blacksmith, who helped make the lady’s furs and dresses. You family had always been on good terms with the Starks despite the status difference but when Catelyn had so kindly offered you needlepoint lessons with her daughters you happily took them. Now, to repay her kindness, you worked for the family. Your father was rather stuck in his ways and wanted you to marry as well as you could (being a working girl it would be nothing extravagant but he wanted what was best). He would not appreciate you being with a bastard, but Jon wasn’t that to you.
He was caring and loyal and deep down, though if he told you, you would disagree completely, he believed himself to not be worthy of you. You deserved more than a bastard in his eyes. You deserved a loving safe family and who was he to provide that? He wasn’t. A bastard wasn’t worth loving. Of course if you had known all this you would have been outraged at him thinking such things so he kept it to himself, only dropping his smile when you would turn your gaze so you wouldn’t see how much it hurt him when he thought such things.
You remained looking at the pendant. You never really knew why he had given it to you but he wouldn’t answer you when you asked him so you let him be, supposing it was just a gift. “It’s meant to go round your neck.” Robb laughed at you as he caught you gazing at it. He was one of the very few people that knew about you and Jon,
“I know that dummy.” you shot back as a joke, “I just don’t understand why he gave it me, that’s all.”
“You know you two can not be together, yes?” Robb had taken the necklace from you and walked around you to put it on,
“I know, my father…"
"Both our fathers would not allow it. Jon is a bastard, yes, but he is still higher ranking than you.” Robb was your friend, but he would always remind you of your place - not in a harsh way, but because he cared and didn’t want you tangled up in his family too much. It would only leave you hurt.
“I know, Robb.” you sighed allowing your hair to fall back into place after he had done the clasp,
“You are a lovely girl, I cannot deny that but you must not get your hopes up too high. Jon isn’t destined for much, he wouldn’t be able to…”
“Able to what?” Jon’s northern tones came from behind the two of you. You turned quickly to face him,
“Jon, he was just trying to help me…”
“Help you with what? Leaving me?” To your surprise Jon didn’t look all that hurt by it all, “Brother, you knew how it was and I confided in you but telling (y/n) this?”
“Wait, telling me what?” Jon’s face dropped at your words ,
“Jon, I haven’t said anything but now you have too.” Robb looked between you nervously before bidding his leave quietly and quickly,
“Do you wish to tell me want is going on, Jon?” your voice was confused and worried over how Jon’s face had fell and the way he had remained so calm at the idea of the two of you parting ways. “Do you regret getting involved with me?” you asked in the spur of the moment as your panic rose inside of you and you gripped your homemade skirts in your hands. Jon moved towards you but said nothing only throwing you deeper into your rising panic as you tried to move away from him. “Answer me!” you almost shouted, you had never done that with him before.
“It’s complicated, okay!” he raised his voice equally and you flinched but he didn’t notice as he started to back away from you, “I do, yes but not the way you think.” he ran his hand through his rough hair and shook his head before turning away and towards the door,
“Don’t walk away from me” you demanded finally bringing him to a halt, “what is going on with you?” He looked hesitant for a moment before closing the door and turning to you,
“What Robb was about to tell you was I won’t be able to provide for you. I have no right to anywhere, I have no inheritance or money or home  that I truly belong.” you could see the tears begin to glisten in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He always refused to let them fall. “I regret being the one to stop you from being with a man that will give you that. You may not be highborn but you could happily marry an honest working man who could provide for you and a family. I couldn’t promise any of that and I am keeping you from that, I have no right to do so.” His gleaming eyes never left yours as you came to your heartbreaking understanding of what he was saying.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” you admitted quietly, “It may be against every rule, against every ones views and plans but I don’t want to be some farmers wife I want to be your wife."
"A bastards wife."
"If that is what it is to wed you then yes, a bastards wife.” You hated to say it but you were so adamant to get your point across you couldn’t help but say anything you could to get to him,
“Your father would never want this, without his approval…” you scoffed shutting him up to look at you as you lost your composure completely,
“What do you mean I have to wait for someone’s approval? I’m someone. I approve. So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support!” you almost laughed deliriously as he simply looked at you with an unreadable expression but with his usual pout that you found unbearably adorable making you cross the room to him and happily finding yourself in his arms again as they wound around your waist letting you place your hands so delicately on his cheeks and breath slightly in relief,
“I care about your feelings more than my own.” he murmured moving into your touch,
“I know you do and that is what makes you such a fool sometimes. You don’t have to pretend with me, Jon Snow it wont work anymore.” you pressed one gentle kiss to his lips,
“I’m just glad that you’re happy but remember the moment some honest man comes or you, you may leave. I would understand.”
“Oh just be quiet and kiss me.”

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Impressing Alice Cooper (Part 2 - Bughead Fanfiction)

The afternoon was just setting in as the two teenagers strolled to Betty’s house for their mother-approved hang out. Betty had been in such a chipper mood the whole day, so much more so than usual, that even Archie in all his obliviousness had noticed during lunch.

He’d nudged Betty with an elbow as she was humming to herself and jotting down newspaper article notes in her moleskin, and asked, “You’re extra cheerful today, Betty? Something good happen?”


She’d had to shake herself out of her thoughts and smiled up at Archie as Jughead chuckled softly in the background. “Oh, am I? It’s nothing huge, Jughead and I just had a nice morning together.” To Betty, her phrasing was perfectly innocent and vague enough to not elude to their team-sleuthing. However, to everyone else, her words took a completely different meaning.

Archie was half choking on his juice, while Veronica and Kevin were looking at each other with raised eyebrows and amazed expressions. Betty, who had quickly gone back to jotting down ideas for articles didn’t notice the near-explosion of questions that was about to be unleashed upon her, but luckily enough, Jughead wasn’t as preoccupied.

“Easy, guys. No hidden innuendos here. Keep eating your lunches.” Jughead said as calmly as possible, raising an eyebrow at the twin looks of disappointment on Veronica and Kevin’s faces.


At his voice, Betty looked up from her notebook. “What was that?” Archie was wiping juice off his chin while Kevin and Veronica very pointedly avoided eye contact with her. Jughead just raised an amused eyebrow and shrugged casually.  

The rest of the gang had an extra close watch on Jughead and Betty for the rest of the day, something that Jughead found increasingly annoying as the day wore on. This was compounded by the fact that he and Betty spent a lot of their time together being very close; whether it was being huddled in front of a single computer, walking almost shoulder to shoulder on the way to class or sitting close enough together at desks in class that their thighs touched. This had become normal to Jughead, comforting over the last few weeks of reconnecting with Betty. To the rest of the gang, this was a sign from above that something was happening between the two. Jughead had to hear insufferable whisperings from Veronica and Kevin, and feel ridiculous glares from Archie for the remainder of school, and by the time he and Betty were able to escape the confines of the school to walk home, he almost ran out the gate.

Betty was being drugged behind a rushing Jughead, as soon as the bell had rung. “Juggie. Juggie! Where’s the fire?” She was half-laughing as she jogged behind him, until he had enough sense to calm down and slow to a more normal pace.

He released her wrist and rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, and kicked his boot over the pavement as he walked. “Sorry, Bets. The guys have just been getting to me all day.”

She shot him a confused look, straightening her backpack on her slim shoulders. “About?”

Jughead looked her in the eyes for a moment, and saw nothing there but pure curiosity. “You have no idea?”

Frowning at missing what was apparently important information, Betty shook her head firmly. “I really don’t. What’s going on Jug?”

Jughead sighed, almost glad for her ignorance, because the last way he wanted Betty to find out that he was almost certainly in love with her, was through their mutual friends gossiping about it to her. However, it was only a matter of time before Veronica spilled the beans, and Jughead needed to beat her to that punch. “I’ll tell you when we’re at your house with food and homework stretched in front of us, Bets. Promise.”

She smiled at him good-naturedly before a look of mischief crossed her face. “You know what my mother detests, Juggie?” There were a million answers to this question, so he simply shrugged and let her continue. “Food and boys, with the exception of Kevin because I suppose she’s determined that he’s safe, in my room.”

He looked at her quizzically, not entirely sure where she was going with this train of thought but getting unintentionally nervous anyway.

“She’s not gonna be home ‘til late, and my Dad’s away. I say we set up camp in my room and make all kinds of food. I feel like being at least a little rebellious today.” She smiled so genuinely that Jughead couldn’t in good conscience say no.

Instead he smiled back and said, “To hell with overload Cooper, let’s do this hang out properly.”

That’s how, an hour after getting home Jughead and Betty were set up on her bed with a veritable mountain of food between them. Popcorn, sandwiches, brownies and all kinds of chips were piled on a platter. Jughead was currently quizzing Betty on past presidents while throwing popcorn for her to catch in her mouth in between questions. If she caught the popcorn, the quiz questions got easier, if she missed, they got harder. And despite having missed 10 pieces in a row, Betty was still answering every question correctly.

Jughead gently threw the eleventh piece of popcorn towards Betty, which she missed again. “How am I so bad at this, Juggie?” She whined, resting her elbows on her crossed legs and looking dejected. Her pout was so sweet that Jughead felt an immediate impulse to kiss her, one that was so strong he had to dig his fingers into the material of his jeans to stop himself from moving.

Trying his best to be nonchalant and easy-going, Jughead cleared his throat. “It’s just practise, Bets. I’ve got many years and hundreds of pieces of popcorn up on you.” To illustrate, Jughead threw a piece in the air and caught it in his mouth effortlessly. Betty attempted to do the same trick a few more times before she finally slumped against her headboard, defeated and slightly salty.

“Okay, no more popcorn throwing.” Jughead smirked before nodding his consent. “What were you gonna tell me when we were walking home? You said you’d tell me once we were settled.”

All of the sudden Jugheads stomach was flipping and his heartbeat was drumming like a mockingbirds wings in his ribcage. He hadn’t expected her to remember; he hadn’t expected her to bring it up. He thought he had some more time to plan and figure his wording out. “Oh, that.

Betty laughed at his horror stricken expression, “Yes, that. C’mon Jug. What’s got your goat?”

He couldn’t think of a way to divert the blonde; not a single plan came to mind. So with a heavy heart, he decided to tell her the truth and let whatever happens, happen. “Veronica and Kevin have a new ship.”
Betty giggled, smiling at the familiarity of the duo’s antics. “Of course they do. Who is the lucky pair this time?”
Jughead rubbed the back of his neck roughly and took a breath. “Don’t laugh.”

It was Betty’s turn to look nervous, confusion making her eyebrows lower. “Oh, Jug. They’re shipping you with someone?” She scooted over next to him and rubbed her hand on his thigh gently, trying to comfort him. “No wonder you’ve been so on edge today.” The pained look in Jughead’s eyes made her continue. “Don’t worry, Juggie. I’ll sort it out. I’ll have a chat to Veronica and Kevin.” He, if it was possible, looked even more pained, and Betty wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug. “Oh, Jug, don’t look so worried. Talk to me.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his thumping heart and not focus on Betty’s soft fingers rubbing gently into his back. “They’re shipping you and I, Bets.”

Abruptly, Betty sat back and looked at Jughead directly. After a moment of silence she muttered an, “Oh.”

Awkward quiet filled the room, and Jughead waited for her to break it. He could see gears turning in her mind, but she wasn’t voicing anything, something that was very unlike Betty. After a few minutes of quiet, Jughead piped up. “Bets, Betty, you alright?”

She snapped out of her daze quickly, “Oh, yes, yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry, Jug. This is all my fault. I’ll talk to them. They shouldn’t start rumours about you like that.” Betty looked so apologetic, so sincere that he had no choice but to come clean. You couldn’t look at those eyes and lie.

“That’s not why I was annoyed.”

For all the time that the two of them were on the same page, today Betty was completely on another wavelength. “I know that I’m no Cheryl, but that’s sort of mean, Juggie.”

He had no idea how she had jumped to that conclusion, the completely wrong conclusion, so quickly. “Oh, Bets, no. God, no. You could do so much better than me. I’m completely lucky that you even deign to hang out with me, and you’re so far above Cheryl that I can’t even see her when you’re in the room. Hell. You’re gorgeous, Bets.” He finished his rant, his eyes imploring her to believe him, while his hands knotted together with anxiety.

Betty’s face turned confused once more, her head cocking to the side adorably. “I-I don’t understand, then, Jug. If you don’t care about the rumours, and you’re not upset that it’s me and you the rumours are about, what is it?”

With a world-weary sigh Jughead took her jaw in his hands, cupping her face like she was the most delicate flower that had ever existed. “I was annoyed because I couldn’t stand it if you found out that I had feelings for you from Veronica or Kevin.”

Betty was searching his eyes, trying to find out if the remarkably kind words were the truth. Jughead surely had no reason to lie about this, there was nothing to gain by lying. “You… like me?”

She was so surprised, so utterly utterly surprised that Jughead had to chuckle, a smile breaking through his pent up nerves. “If I’m completely honest, I’ve completely adored you since we were about nine and you punched that kid in the nose for stealing my beanie.” He laughed at the memory of a delicate little girl standing up against a boy that was almost twice her size and lunging at him to get his beanie back. “You cleaned up my grazed elbow, dusted off my hat, and I think I fell in love with you there and then. It’s just taken me seven years to actually work up enough guts to tell you out loud.”

Her voice was a whisper. “Juggie…” His thumbs caressed her jawline, and her eyes fell closed, enjoying the sensations. After a moment she looked up at him again, “You’re not playing a joke, Jug? You really mean it?” His heart thudded in his chest as he looked upon her beautiful face, her eyes so hopeful and so scared. Had Archie really destroyed her self-confidence that much?

Jughead rested his forehead against hers, his nose rubbing hers lightly as he cupped her face. “I’m in love with you, Elizabeth Cooper.” From his vantage point he could see her mouth stretch upwards in a dazzling smile, and he took that as a very positive cue. “And if I don’t kiss you now, I think I’m going to implode.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” She whispered gently, as she tilted her face up to meet his waiting lips. It was perhaps the sweetest kiss Betty Cooper had ever had. Jughead cradled her face as if she was the most precious thing in the world, his lips the epitome of gentle as they moved against hers. She couldn’t control the sigh that escaped her lips, and she found herself reaching up to twist her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, curling her hands through it as if he were a lifeline. The quiet growl he let out made her heart race and her face redden, and she found that she liked that sound more than anything.

After what felt like a lifetime and a few seconds all at once, Jughead reluctantly pulled back fractionally, not letting go of her just yet. “If I knew that kissing you would be like that; I wouldn’t have wasted all these years.”

She chuckled warmly, curling her fingers around his ringlets. “Well, you’d better make up for lost time then, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”