i really love the opening ok

How the Venus signs want to be loved

*use venus but check moon as well*

Aries Venus: love me back but don’t chase me lol it’s my job to chase you duh…I’m going to make it obvious what I want. don’t overcomplicate things, love is simple. let’s make it fast. let’s jump into it. let’s make it exciting!!! it’s like a game and I’m going to win you

Taurus Venus: love me by staying the same. please. be there for me. be someone I can count on. be patient. feed me!!!! I like that. give me things!!!! I like that too. okay, okay, fINE I might want to possess you wHOOPS…just don’t push me or…bye

Gemini Venus: wait wait do I like you or do I like this other person????? or that person??? wait wait I’m just going to not think about it oooooh I’m curious about you now idk we can be together for today if you want but it’s chill!!! talk to me!!!! let’s just have fun!!! let’s not label this that’s so serious and boring!!! you can change, I can change, and I mean it’s cool if we want to also date 3 other people too lol like no biggie, it’s vARIETY haha just don’t pin me down or get too deep otherwise I’ll be out the door in 0.03 seconds

Cancer Venus: love me!!!!!!!! I’m so lonely!!!!! :((((( I just want you to be soft and hold me and tell me you’re committed and that you love me!!!!! I need to hear that because I feel like no one loves me ever :’( I want to stay at home and cuddle with you and you can tell me all of the things you’re feeling <3 and maybe I’ll smother you a little haha but dON’T LEAVE PLEASE

Leo Venus: love me back and I’ll show you how much I love you!!! like, all the time!!!! if I love you, know that it’s a compliment because I only settle for the best. you’re all I’m going to brag uM I MEAN talk about!!! if you make me the center of your world, I’ll make you the center of mine!!! we can have fun, all I need is attention and validation jUST A LIL BIT BE PREPARED and I’m the king/queen here so tell me I’m wonderful and amazing because I don’t hear that enough :/ if I don’t take pride in our relationship, see ya. that means you didn’t dESERVE ME

Virgo Venus: love me by letting me help you!! okay oKAY I’M A LIL INSECURE but I’ll do things for you!!!! I’ll make you feel loved without all of that sentimental lovey stuff - we don’t need that! my one flaw is that I see all of the flaws in our relationship and you - and want to fix them!!! and…nagging…sometimes…but just to make you better!! I just want things to be simple and practical!!! nOTHING BIG NOTHING TOO INTENSE THAT’S SCARY I MIGHT FREAK OUT AND LEAVE

Libra Venus: haha you can love me if you want to ;) but I mean only if you want to…like…I’m not trying to force anything here lol!!!! we can be in love…and have a beautiful pure relationship where we sHARE everything <3 and make everything look like we’re perfect :) I’m into equality :) um like don’t freak out but sometimes I’m just trying to be nice and it turns into flirting bUT IT’S OK…I know it’s weird but I really don’t like people who are too pushy I just want someone who’s going to be polite and nice :)))))) so if you’re not that I mean I’ll still be nice to you but just I might not want to be with you idk we’ll see AHHHH decisions are hard for me in relationships!!!!

Scorpio Venus: I’ll love you if you can handle me. I would say I don’t open up easily in love, but then that would be opening up to you. and I can’t do that. what I can do is be in control. I know how to handle this. oh, I’ll commit, it’s just not everyone knows how to figure me out. and I won’t stop until I find someone who’s willing to go deep with me. and I might stare at you for extended periods of time. you call it obsession, I call it intensity.

Sagittarius Venus: we can be in love if you show me the world!!!!! let’s grow!!!!! and expand our horizons!!!!! and laugh!!!!!! and have FUN!!!!! lot’s of FUN!!!!! oooooooohhhhhhh and if you’re foreign then I’ll REALLY like you!!!!!!!! wooooooooo love is an adventure!!!!!!!!!!!!! the only time I’ll leave is if I feel like you’re dragging down my free spirit!!!!!! I’ll find someone who’s more interesting and cultured than you are on my next expedition!!!

Capricorn Venus: okay. we can be in love but first I have to have a plan. I like plans. and feeling competent in love. I like seeing what I want and going for it. nothing crazy or overly gooey. nope. can’t do that. I just need someone who’s going to help me succeed. I’m cautious, but only because I don’t want you to waste my time that I could be using to be better and work harder. I’m always looking ahead, and I need someone to be there with me. let’s put effort into this and make it long-term. if you’re not willing to, then I will turn stone cold.

Aquarius Venus: I would say we could be in love but let’s not call it love!!! let’s call it whatever!!!! something we can’t label!!!! let’s mix it up because this world is so dull without us!!!! um…what’s attachment??? could you explain that word to me, please??? all I know is that we can be friends, you know??? and I’ll choose the terms, okay?? haha let’s be intellectual that’s pretty cool there’s no attachment there I know that and um sorry but eW FEELINGS lol not in a rELATIONSHIP if you want to bring that stuff up I’m not right for you I guess :/ find someone more boring

Pisces Venus: looooooooooveeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! uh, sorry, what were you saying? oh, I’m just projecting all of my ideals onto you. no, it’s a compliment!!!!!! I accept all of your flaws!!!!!! aw let’s be romantic that’s so cuuuute <3 and yeah I’ll forgive you, it’s okay!!!! but sorry um I like you and all but it’s hard for me to commit sometimes because I see all of the possibilities!!! um, who am I??? I guess it doesn’t matter!!!! let’s live in a world of rainbows and unicorns together!!!!! but I mean it’s not really nice if you take advantage of me :((((

On trauma aftermaths that don't advance the plot

The way TV shows trauma can lead people to expect every reference to trauma to be a plot point. This can be isolating to people coping with the aftermaths of trauma. Sometimes people treat us as stories rather than as people. Sometimes, instead of listening to us, they put a lot of pressure on us to advance the plot they’re expecting.

On TV, triggers tend to be full audiovisual flashbacks that add something to the story. You see a vivid window into the character’s past, and something changes. On TV, trauma aftermaths are usually fascinating. Real life trauma aftermaths are sometimes interesting, but also tend to be very boring to live with.

On TV, triggers tend to create insight. In real life, they’re often boring intrusions interfering with the things you’d rather be thinking about. Sometimes knowing darn well where they come from doesn’t make them go away. Sometimes it’s more like: Seriously? This again?

On TV, when trauma is mentioned, it’s usually a dramatic plot point that happens in a moment. In real life, trauma aftermaths are a mundane day-to-day reality that people live with. They’re a fact of life — and not necessarily the most important one at all times. People who have experienced trauma do other things too. They’re important, but not the one and only defining characteristic of who someone is. And things that happened stay important even when you’re ok. Recovery is not a reset. Mentioning the past doesn’t necessarily mean you’re in crisis.

On TV, when a character mentions trauma, or gets triggered in front of someone, it’s usually a dramatic moment. It changes their life, or their relationship with another character, or explains their backstory, or something. In real life, being triggered isn’t always a story, and telling isn’t always a turning point. Sometimes it’s just mentioning something that happened to be relevant. Sometimes it’s just a mundane instance of something that happens from time to time.

Most people can’t have a dramatic transformative experience every time it turns out that their trauma matters. Transformative experiences and moments of revelation exist, but they’re not the end all and be all of trauma aftermaths. Life goes on, and other things matter too. And understanding what a reaction means and where it came from doesn’t always make it go away. Sometimes, it takes longer and has more to do with skill-building than introspection. Sometimes it doesn’t go away.

On a day to day level, it’s often better to be matter-of-fact about aftermaths. It can be exhausting when people see you as a story and expect you to advance the plot whenever they notice some effect of trauma. Pressure to perform narratives about healing doesn’t often help people to make their lives better. Effect support involves respecting someone as a complex human, including the boring parts.

The aftermath of trauma is a day-to-day reality. It affects a lot of things, large and small. It can be things like being too tired to focus well in class because nightmares kept waking you up every night this week. TV wants that to be a dramatic moment where the character faces their past and gets better. In real life, it’s often a day where you just do your best to try and learn algebra anyway. Because survivors do things besides be traumatized and think about trauma. Sometimes it’s not a story. Sometimes it’s just getting through another day as well as possible.

A lot of triggers are things like being unable to concentrate on anything interesting because some kinds of background noises make you feel too unsafe to pay attention to anything else. For the zillionth time.  Even though you know rationally that they’re not dangerous. Even though you know where they come from, and have processed it over and over. Even if you’ve made a lot of progress in dealing with them, even if they’re no longer bothersome all the time. For most people, recovery involves a lot more than insight. The backstory might be interesting, but being tired and unable to concentrate is boring.

Triggers can also mean having to leave an event and walk home by yourself while other people are having fun, because it turns out that it hurts too much to be around pies and cakes. Or having trouble finding anything interesting to read that isn’t intolerably triggering. Or having trouble interacting with new people because you’re too scared or there are too many minefields. Or being so hypervigilant that it’s hard to focus on anything. No matter how interesting the backstory is, feeling disconnected and missing out on things you wanted to enjoy is usually boring.

When others want to see your trauma as a story, their expectations sometimes expand to fill all available space. Sometimes they seem to want everything to be therapy, or want everything to be about trauma and recovery.

When others want every reference to trauma to be the opening to a transformative experience, it can be really hard to talk about accommodations. For instance, it gets hard to say things like:

  • “I’m really tired because of nightmares” or 
  • “I would love to go to that event, but I might need to leave because of the ways in which that kind of thing can be triggering” or 
  • “I’m glad I came, but I can’t handle this right now” or
  • “I’m freaking out now, but I’ll be ok in a few minutes” or 
  • “I need to step out — can you text me when they stop playing this movie?”

It can also be hard to mention relevant experiences. There are a lot of reasons to mention experiences other than wanting to process, eg:

  • “Actually, I have experience dealing with that agency”
  • “That’s not what happens when people go to the police, in my experience, what happens when you need to make a police report is…”
  • “Please keep in mind that this isn’t hypothetical for me, and may not be for others in the room as well.”

Or any number of other things.

When people are expecting a certain kind of story, they sometimes look past the actual person. And when everyone is looking past you in search of a story, it can be very hard to make connections.

It helps to realize that no matter what others think, your story belongs to you. You don’t have to play out other people’s narrative expectations. It’s ok if your story isn’t what others want it to be. It’s ok not to be interesting. It’s ok to have trauma reactions that don’t advance the plot. And there are people who understand that, and even more people who can learn to understand that.

It’s possible to live a good life in the aftermath of trauma. It’s possible to relearn how to be interested in things. It’s possible to build space you can function in, and to build up your ability to function in more spaces. It’s often possible to get over triggers. All of this can take a lot of time and work, and can be a slow process. It doesn’t always make for a good story, and it doesn’t always play out the way others would like it to. And, it’s your own personal private business. Other people’s concern or curiosity does not obligate you to share details.

Survivors and victims have the right to be boring. We have the right to deal with trauma aftermaths in a matter-of-fact way, without indulging other people’s desires for plot twists. We have the right to own our own stories, and to keep things private. We have the right to have things in our lives that are not therapy; we have the right to needed accommodations without detailing what happened and what recovery looks like. Neither traumatic experiences nor trauma aftermaths erase our humanity.

We are not stories, and we have no obligation to advance an expected plot. We are people, and we have the right to be treated as people. Our lives, and our stories, are our own.

okay listen since the beginning of 2017 i’ve been sensing something really different about dnp and it’s been strangely just .. open. they seem more open to their audience and are allowing us to see more of their lives and it’s adorable ok. shameless flirting left and right i don’t think i’ve ever third wheeled this hard . they’re so much more touchy on camera and have included many things and aspects in their videos that most likely would’ve been cut a few years ago and it’s so endearing that they’d trust us and just continue doing what their doing and having no shame in showing the public how much love and adoration and respect they have for each other. most internet friendships don’t last very long but look at dnp over here defying the odds. very soon it’ll be 10 YEARS of dan and phil together and creating content with each other. you’re gonna come here and tell me that it’ll be 10 years of them being together almost all the time and they’re not in love? i hear all this talk about how they’re best friends so it should be okay blah blah i understand HOWEVER how many best guy friends do you see acting as loving as dan and phil?

tl;dr / dnp are in love and it’s making me emotional

♡ HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! ♡ (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here

Yoosung

  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • “SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time

Zen

  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “UHHHHHHH, GUYSOPENTHEDOORZENJUSTPASSEDOUT.”
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”

Jaehee

  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes

Jumin

  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • “FIVE MINUTES LEFT YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS!!”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly

Saeran

  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.

Seven

  • “♪♫YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, MC AND SEVEN IN HEAVEN FOR SEVEN♪♫”
  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “SAERAN TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!”
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”
tfc characters as things my roommate has done/said
  • dan: listen - i'm trying to be encouraging and kick ass here but halfway through my speech i realized that i also have important and kick ass things to do so i have to leave but i love you and support you
  • matt: -comes into my room with four things of doughnuts and places them on the desk and kisses me on the top of my head- when you want to cry just eat a doughnut and come get a hug from me
  • allison: i bought four loofahs so i can use four different types of body wash with them
  • renee: sometimes i lay in my bed and think 'i'm soft but deadly' y'know?
  • kevin: no YOU LISTEN - stop it LISTEN - cmon i'm trying to talk. i can talk? ok what i was trying to say is you annoy me
  • nicky: -literally comes busting through the door unannounced- I JUST ATE THREE HOT POCKETS IN A ROW AND I'M FAILING TWO CLASSES BUT GUESS WHO'S SMASHING TONIGHT??
  • aaron: by the way i'm putting an alarm system on my door so when you try to come in without knocking you get kicked in the nuts -says this right after coming into my room... without knocking-
  • andrew: -purposefully leaves the shower curtain open even after being reminded several times to keep it closed and also uses up all of the body wash in spite-
  • neil: honestly, i'm kinda hurting really bad. where? oh, everywhere but i'm ok i think, i just can't really move that much so do you think you can drag me to my bed
I’m replaying SDR2 and there are lots of details I forgot that are really worth bringing up...
  • Gundham secretly wanting to be friends with Hajime and Souda in ch. 2
  • Monokuma’s discourse on suicide (It counts as murder because you’re ending with the most valuable being in your life: yourself)
  • Teruteru asking to rub sunscreen on anyone, Nekomaru answering to that and Teruteru being like: “Ok I don’t mind. My tastes are quite open”.
  • Monokuma calling Hajime “tsundere”
  • Ibuki saying “You’re so cool” in “pig language” to Twogami
  • Fuyuhiko’s yakuza apology via harakiri 
  • The pictures of baby Fuyuhiko and Peko
  • Mini-maru 
  • Peko’s obsession love for squishy animals 
  • Everyone freaking out about Saionji’s altar to Koizumi but telling Saionji it’s cute after they know her true intentions… And Komaeda, who arrives later, saying outloud how creepy that altar is.
  • Nanami’s low-key sass (especially towards… guess who??’ That’s right! Komaeda-kun) 
  • Ibuki’s “Let My Feelings Reach You Too” 
  • Hajime proving his “tsundere-ness” with Nagito by thinking a lot of him and then being like: “But, it’s not like I care about him or anything… (baka)”

(You may add more to the list)

Suga sent a flower pot for the opening of his mom’s new restaurant. 

Jimin sent one too.

(The flower pots were placed inside the restaurant.
The first one is Jimin’s,the one next to it is Yoongi’s.)

cr. ILYSB_jimin

nervous :: zach dempsey

word count:1274

request: ‘Hey! Could you pretty please write an imagine for Zach Dempsey where he’s hopelessly in love with the reader and it’s just super fluffy because he’ll do and say dorky things to see her smile, his friends will tease him when she walks by, she’ll catch him staring at her in lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool but fails and it’s just super adorable, then she kisses him for whatever reason (u pick) You’d write this amazingly! Please and thank you so much’

warnings: none really, just a bit of a nervous!zachary

a/n: let me know what you think of this and if u want a request (idk how long it’ll take me to write bc i just write when i get inspiration sorry lolol) then hit up my asks ! thanks to the anon who requested this i loved the concept, sorry it took me a bazillion years to write but it’s here now !! 


“You just make me kinda nervous.” His eyes shifted away from yours and briefly to the floor, hoping it would swallow him whole.

Your lips stretched into a smile, his confession had made his nervousness pretty obvious. His cheeks flushed red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes yet but you loved this look.

Zach never got nervous about anything other than his Bio exams so this was new ground you were covering.

You grew conscious of your smile and tried to repress it so he wouldn’t think you found this funny. It was the opposite really, you were happy he’d come out and said it because you’d been on to him for months. This was a step in the right direction.

“And?” You finally responded to his confession. The abruptness of your tone caused him to avert his eyes to you again, full of curiosity and slight fear.

“And?” He caught on to your teasing once he saw you crack a smile and released his own smile onto his lips. He grinned, glancing down at his feet as he repositioned his backpack straps to relieve himself of some of its weight.

He shook his head, lifting his eyes back to yours again. He was back and forth between you and the floor and he wished he could stop but it was impulsive. You did really make him nervous.

Once he’d briefly composed himself he spoke up again much to your surprise. “I really like you. Come to Jess’ party tonight. With me.”

Your head titled slightly, mulling over the thought of attending a party you didn’t plan on going to purely because it was exam season. But this was Zach, your best friend, and he was asking you out.

“Hm. Okay.” You grinned whilst he spoke about the more informative details of your date. You just nodded along with what he was saying, only half listening as you were still dazing about how he’d actually come out and said these things to you.

But eventually the two of you parted ways, agreeing on a time and place later tonight to attend Jessica’s party together.

::

You’d arrived at the party a little later than anticipated because of you struggled to pick an outfit. Half because you don’t attend these kind of party’s often, half because this was your first date with Zach. Either way, it took you a while but he was patient and you got here eventually.

Zach’s hand was sitting on your waist as he sipped out of a cup (soft drinks of course as he was driving) and you sipped on a warm beer. His eyes were scanning the room but eventually they locked back on you, already looking at him.

You felt a bit awkward because, as mentioned, you didn’t attend these parties often and for good reason - they were full of drunken teenagers playing stupid games and creating drama out of nothing. But you had pleasant conversations with Zach, ones you hadn’t had before as friends. And it was comfortable and it was kind and you were enjoying yourself with him.

For example, you had caught him earlier on in the day watching you at lunch so naturally you confronted him about it just now. He stuttered a little but laughed inevitably, explaining how he hadn’t meant to come across so creepily. He thought you looked pretty or something like that, which made you smile wider than before.

“Zach! Buddy!” Your eyes shifted to the semi-drunken Justin that was rocketing over to the two of you, spilling his beer in the process. He wore a smile that only appeared when he was drinking or with Jess. “I didn’t know you were tapping that?”

You raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly at his use of language. “He’s not.”

Zach mouth hung open slightly, unsure what to do because he’d never had you and his friends hang out together before. It was two completely different parts of his life.

He furrowed his eyebrows softly, turning back to Justin to give him a big ol’ disapproving glare. “Uh, we’re dating. I guess?”

He glanced back at you, who stood clipping your cup between your teeth to hide your smile, for assurance. You shrugged wth your smile, teasing again. “Sure baby.”

Justin raised his eyebrows, surprised his best friend was committing to something for once. He laughed, slapping Zach’s shoulder. “Alright, buddy. Make sure you hit that, I know a few who’ll take your place if you don’t.”

He left on kind of a sour note that made you purse your lips, wondering how Zach could be friends with someone who spoke so disgustingly.

“I’m sorry? He’s drunk, he’s not as bad as he sounds.” He quickly apologised. Worry struck his expression, thinking his friends could expose a side of him that was completely made up for his reputation purely. He was a nice guy, but most of his friends were jerks and he couldn’t be a nice guy around them all the time or they’d tease him.

He made them out to be worse than they were, some of them were good guys too, like Alex for example. Either way you weren’t pleased but you let it go for now.

You shrugged it off, sipping again at the beer sitting in your cup. Zach scratched the back of his neck, trying to find a way to move past this without it being too obvious that he was uncomfortable.

“So dating?” He quickly regretted his choice of topic but it was still on his mind since you’d used the pet name for him.

He watched your smile reappear slowly, reverting your attention to him before releasing an embarrassed spout of laughter.

“Sure baby.” He felt his hands grow clammy the more often you used this newfound pet name, wiping away his nerves on his jeans as nonchalantly as he could manage.

His cheeks were tinting pink, causing you to laugh because he was acting so uncharacteristically unsure of himself, which was bizarre because you guys had been friends for ages.

“Stop being so shy, weirdo.” You nudged your shoulder against him to loosen the mood a little. He was grinning again, glancing down at you in way that made you think he might kiss you. But he didn’t, he shifted his eyes back to the floor leaving you hanging. “Zach.” You muttered to him.

He mumbled a short yeah? and reverted his attention to you again. Your faces were closer than it was comfortable to stay still in.

“I’m going to kiss you because I want to. And because you’re too much of a dumbass to do it yourself.” You smiled when his eyes filled with delight and fear, flickering to yours lips before nodding eagerly. “Okay.”

You quickly ran your fingers into his hair, pulling him down slightly to reach your height and kissing him. He gasped, even from the preparation of your speech he was still unprepared for this. His hands reached your waist, grasping tightly and with his guidance he backed you against the wall.

He kissed back with more force than you were expecting, surprising you as he pushed himself closer to you. You let him take control, more because you were too distracted by this kiss than to know what to do with the rest of your body. So he gripped one hand on your waist and the other lay against your cheek to keep you in place.

You retracted for a split second to catch a breath. “Zach- Zach,” Your eyes barely opened, your breathing uneven as he looked at you with caution and swollen lips. You smiled. “I really like you too.” He delved back into the kiss that he’d been waiting for for ages with a bigger smile than he’d been wearing earlier. This was his every fantasy come to life and he was going to make the most of it.

Another good prompt @rowendarkholme! What came to my mind with this AU was teen!lock. Hope that works for you! ;)


“You’re such a baby,” Eurus groaned with a roll of her eyes as she shoved her brother. “I see the way you stare at Molly like an idiot every time she comes over to study.”

“I do not,” Sherlock whispered between gritted teeth, obviously terrified his sister’s friend would hear, seeing as she was only a few meters away, reading under a tree. “Besides, isn’t Jim Moriaty-”

“He’s not the one who makes her blush and forget how to speak coherently,” Eurus cut in with weary laugh. “Leave Jim to me, stop listening to Mycroft, get out of your own head, and go ask her out!”

Sherlock stared at his sister, and then over at Molly, and then back at his sister. “Alright, fine,” he spat out and jumped up, propelled by sibling peer pressure, which Eurus always did excell at.

Eurus smiled proudly to herself as she watched him approach an instantly smiley Molly Hooper. “Thank God, finally! Was beginning to think I’d have to lock them up together in a cement room or something…”

With All My Heart - Part 3

Word Count: 2266

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None really. Maybe some self deprecation

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

With All My Heart Masterlist


“Emz…stop. Just stop.” She was driving you insane trying to find something for you to wear. You were comfortable in jeans and a cute top but she was insisting on trying to find a dress or a skirt, which in your closet she’d never find. You’d relented enough when you let her put makeup on your face, telling you that you still looked like death warmed over and you needed it. “He would’ve told me if we were going someplace fancy.”

“He’s an actor! Of course it’s gonna be fancy!”

“He’s not like that.” You tried to reason with her but she was always somewhat unreasonable. “He’s really…normal.” You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face just thinking about him, but you quickly tried to hide it. You couldn’t let yourself fall for him so fast. Nothing ever worked out well for you, why should this?

“Hey.” Emma’s hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at her from where you sat on the edge of your bed. “Get out from inside your head, Y/N/N. He’s not gonna be like the other guys. I have a good feeling about this one.”

You hesitated when you heard the knock on the door, glancing back up at Emma with panic in your eyes. Emma pulled you up and clapped you on the back, pushing you towards your front door and following you out to your living room. You placed one hand on the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before you swung the door open, revealing Jensen standing there, smiling at you. “Hey.” He smiled. “You look beautiful.”

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Say You Like Me- Calum Hood

“She’s the girl that no one ever knows. And I say hi, but she’s too shy to say hello.

She’s just waiting for that one to take her hand And shake her up.

I bet I could.”  -Say You Like Me, We The Kings

Love this song…listen to it!!! Hope you like it anon and sorry it took so long. Thanks for reading!!!

Originally posted by raspy-calum

“So how long have you guys been together?” One of Calum’s friends asked, you couldn’t remember their name.

“Almost 3 months now” Calum said behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek.

“Yup” You said, giving him a tight smile, and pulling back from his embrace.

You never were a touchy-feely person, especially not around other people. I mean when it was just you and Calum, that was a different story, but even then you didn’t randomly grab his hand or anything. It felt awkward to you, and you were kinda shy, so you didn’t do the whole overly-affectionate thing. Calum on the other hand was more of the affectionate type. He often grabbed your hand, and pulled you against him, and it wasn’t terrible, just weird. You weren’t sure if he did it for his own benefit or yours, but you tended to shy away from him in public despite trying your best to go along with it.

“You want something to drink?” Calum asked you, shrugging off your latest attempt to brush him off. Something was different this time though.

“Sure. Babe will you get me a coke?” You asked, throwing in the pet name to try to make him feel a bit better

“Ya. Be right back”

When he returned with the soda, everyone was crowded in the living room watching Ashton and Michael put on a show for the small party. Ashton banging away on his drums, Michael strumming his guitar…they were great. But there was no surprise there.

“Whooo!” Calum cheered when their song was over, as you clapped.

“Calum why don’t you come over here and provide some vocals? I would ask Luke but he’s not here tonight…so it’s up to you” Michael asked.

“Oh no, I don’t-” Calum begin to protest, holding up his hands.

“Oh come on! Calum! Calum! Calum!” Ashton chanted, gesturing everyone else to join in.

Before long everyone in the room was chanting Calum’s name, even you.

When he saw you chanting, he smiled and rolled his eyes. It was then you realized he had given up.

“Fine!! What are we singing?” Calum said, walking over to stand next to Michael.

Instead of answering, Michael played the intro to Don’t Stop and laughed.

Calum laughed too, rolling his eyes at both his best friends. Nevertheless he sang…

“This goes out to my beautiful girlfriend Y/n over there! And babe, You’re like perfection, some kind of holiday…

(Calum demo came on…had to do it….omg so beautiful)

You blushed at his words, knowing that for a moment there everyone’s attention was on you. You bit your lip, and played with the soda can in your hands, trying to forget about everyone around you and focus on the music. You loved the sound of Calum’s voice, you could listen to it all day long and often encouraged him to sing.

When the song was over, Calum did an obnoxious bow and waved goodbye.

“We should be leaving,  bye everyone!” Calum said, grabbing your arm. You waved goodbye as you were led out the door.

When you got back to the apartment you shared, Calum was in a mood that could only be described as, well, silly.

“You loved me singing didn’t you?” Calum teased, knowing how much you loved his voice.

“Well I didn’t dislike it” You winked.

“Oh you loved it” Calum said, wrapping you into a bear hug.

“Yes you caught me, now stop I have to start dinner” You laughed, pushing his chest so he’d let go of you.

He did as you asked but his expression afterward looked…troubled.

“Y/n? What is it? Is it me? Do you not wanna be here, is that it? Because all you do is say the word” Calum said, voice mixed with pain and anger.  

“Cal? What are you talking about?” You asked, completely confused as to where he was getting all this from.

“3 months Y/n. 3 months and you still push me away. I try to give you hugs, and kisses, and just grab your hand to show you that I care and all you do is throw me off of you! I even sang for you tonight, and you looked as if you’d rather disappear”

“Calum…I-”

“No what is it Y/n? Because I love you, yeah I said it. I love you Y/n. You’re beautiful and smart, and you can deal with all the drama that is my life, and I don’t want any other girl standing in front of me right now. But you know what if you don’t love me then fine. I-”

“Calum…” You said, placing you hand on his check, then taking it off, grabbing his hands instead. “Calum I love you too…I love you so much you don’t even know. And I’m not pushing you away, at least I don’t mean to…I didn’t really know how to tell you and thought you’d kinda get the hint. I don’t like being the center of attention, and I’m not really a touchy feely person, I never have been. And it’s not that I don’t like you holding my hand, or pulling me close to you, it just feels weird, and awkward to me. I’m not really used to it, and I know that’s not fair to you-”

You were interrupted by him pulling your lips to his, kissing you so tenderly and so full of love, a kiss like none of the many kisses before.

“I don’t care Y/n…you love me that’s all that matters…I should have seen that, that was stupid of me. I’m sorry”

“No I’m sorry Cal…and I’m really trying ok? But I’ll try even harder for you alright?”

“Mmmmm” He said, pulling you to him once more.

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Author’s note: So it’s official. Gonna try to post every Monday k? Thank you guys for everything. Requests are always open. Love you guys -Lydia

I did something stupid (Spencer Reid X Reader)

Summary(Requests) : 

1.Hey are you still taking requests? And if you are, could you possibly write one for spencer and the reader where he’s out at a club with the team, and suddenly the reader grabs his hand and pulls him out of the group, begging him to act like her boyfriend for a minute because her horrible ex just walked in and hadn’t seen her yet, and then they end up spending the night together after spence gets over his awkwardness and maybe asserts his dominance over the ex and then they go home and have fun?

2. Could you please do a smut of spencer getting jealous of the reader and luke?

3. Hi! Can I request a Spencer Reid imagine (if they are still are open) of Spencer liking the reader and the reader likes him but she doesn’t think he would like her back bc he’s so smart and so perfect so he tells her why he loves her and it’s just really cute and fluffy?? Thanks love!!🖤🖤

4. SPENCER REID SMUT where is isnt super inexperienced or experienced and theres like Actual Communication also i feel like he would lowkey love giving oral idk ok thanks bye

Relationship: Spencer Reid X Reader

Rating : Mature (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

WARNINGS ! : alcohol, jealousy, ex-boyfriends(are they a warning? :)) , unsafe consensual sex. (let me know if you can find another warning).

CopyRight: I do not own Spencer Reid , Criminal Minds nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N - GUYS, I hope you don’t mind I’m blending your requests… I just read them all and some of them actually work together perfectly. XD. Thank you all for requesting and reading. (I’m working on all of them, please be patient with me) kisses.


  I did something stupid

Originally posted by matthewgrayistherightway


‘Wooo’ you grab Garcia’s scarf and wave it a few times in the air. She smiles and catches it , pulling you off balance. You both laugh and continue dancing.

‘This whole alcohol resistance isn’t working out for me. Look at them ‘ Emily points at the two of you ‘Just 2 shots and they’re having so much fun. I’m going to get a refill’ she leaves the table , heading to the bar.

‘Oh that was insane, I think he’s going to go home and cry’ you unknowingly throw yourself on the couch next to Spencer, touching his arm by mistake. ‘Oh sorry’

He nods ‘It’s ok’

Dr. Spencer Reid, the love of your life. Sure you had crushes before, or better said thought you had because nothing compares to what this man does to you ,ever since you joined their team two years ago.  You thought about telling him how you feel, numerous times but with no prevail. You’re a chicken. But to what ends anyway? He doesn’t like you back for sure. Why would he? He’s so smart and handsome, with his perfect hair, eyes, lips…..you look at him, admiring his features, not realizing you dozed off in the process.

‘Y/N, you ok?’ Luke waves a hand in your face.

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so i was thinking about that one ballet tfc au post that i made and thought that andrew probably wouldn’t trust anyone to partner with him for competitive dances except neil. ever since i had that thought i can’t stop thinking about the foxes entering a big competition where they need to beat the ravens so they could keep their studio open and one of the performances that they do is andrew and neil together and THEN that made me remember this amazing dance from SYTYCD:

so basically andrew and neil do this dance and win the entire competition and essentially go to become world famous dancers

BTS Reaction to: Their Girlfriend Being Bisexual

Can you do a bts reaction to their girlfriend being bisexual ?


Jin: When you told him, he mulled over what this meant. He wondered if you would somehow be less loyal. But that idea made him giggle. Not only is he the King of Visuals, but he’s the type to judge on personality. You’ve shown him nothing but loyalty and love, so although this new information does take him back for a second, he ultimately doesn’t care.

“Okay, cool. Do you want to play Mario Kart? And maybe order take away?”

Originally posted by syubtae

Suga: Min Yoongi, a Bi Messiah, does not give a f*ck. Gender and sexuality don’t matter to him. Yes, he is glad to date someone who understands him, who doesn’t think “Why can’t you just pick a side?” or that being bi “is just a phase.” And that’s it; he doesn’t think any more or less of you because of it. He would love you just the same if you were straight or pansexual.

Love is love, at the end of the day.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

J-Hope: Ok, so just hear me out,,, but in my most humble opinion, I think that Hobi’s bi too or at least curious about experimenting. So this news only makes him excited. He thinks all sexualities are normal and that it’s okay to have sex with whoever you want, as long as it’s safe, consensual and you’re legally an adult. And he’ll ask you about your past experiences, not to fetishize you, but just out of curiousity. I really do think he’s experimented with boys before (I will die for Sope) so it’s an open, comfortable conversation that brings you closer together. He might even suggest a threesome, purely joking and not in any way trying to force you into anything. But if you show interest, he’ll be so elated.

“Wait, really? Hell yeah!”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Rap Monster: ngl this boy immediately started imagining you going down on some hot girl. But he also takes your words very seriously. He hates if ppl make bi jokes or are like “Ayy your girl’s bi, how do you know she won’t cheat?” and all that crap. He may not understand from a personal viewpoint but he knows that bi’s are a “grey” area in the LGBT community and get a lot of hate from ignorant ppl. So he’ll never reduce your sexuality to a joke or try to use it against you. You can be open and comfortable around Namjoon, who loves you for you. You being bi doesn’t change that.

But it does give him something great to fantasize about on tour …

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Jimin: Not for a second does his view of you change. He has friends that are bisexual *cough* Suga *cough* and even follows a lot of openly bi artists. So this information doesn’t bother him at all. He is, however, hyper aware, on days when he’s feeling self conscious, of all the attractive ppl around; wondering sometimes if you’ll leave him for them. But that’s not an issue with you, that’s his personal insecurities talking. As long as you prove your loyalty and remind him of his beauty, both inside and out, those moments pass quickly and ChimChim is nothing but loving to you ~

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

V: “What’s that?” Listens to you explain your sexuality, never interrupting or judging you. He just nods along. “That’s cool. So do you want to go get strawberries?” As long as you love him, that’s all that matters … Until a few days later when he suddenly realizes;

“Wait, have you had sex with girls?”

Originally posted by taetaebts

He doesn’t ask this to be creepy. He asks only because it makes him realize that out of everyone in the world you could be with, you chose him. And that makes him melt.

“Awww, my heart is fluttering ~”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jungkook: tbh Jungkook takes the news the worst. Not because you’re somehow “gross” but bc he’s young and not very experienced. Although he looks cocky on stage, under that persona is that shy, young boy from Busan who admires his hyungs. So he feels unworthy of your love, comparing himself to your exes, thinking that if they couldn’t keep you happy, how could he? He can’t stop imagining you with another girl, thinking that no one understands a woman’s body like another woman, right? How could he compete with that?

You need to explain to him how dating girls is the same as dating boys; there’s good, bad and ugly relationships. The only difference is the gender. As he learns to understand your sexuality more, he realizes that he worried for nothing.

“How foolish was I? Thinking you’d leave me, when I’m the greatest there is? Boys and girls don’t stand a chance against me.”

Originally posted by jeonify

I Want Your Love

Ok, so because everyone really seems to like this little series, I’m adding a third part to it. 
If you haven’t read the previous fics, glossing over them will make this piece more understandable.
Part 1- Everyone needs some love 
Part 2- I need your love 

Originally posted by rubies-and-oaktrees

Dark rose from the blackness and opened his eyes to a dimly lit room. 
He could feel the covers of Mark’s bed over his body. It was warm; pleasantly so. The single lamp on the bed-side table was turned on, casting a faint glow across the ceiling.
But there was something else. A small weight on Dark’s arm that turned his head to the side. 
You. 
You were lying beside him. Your body half enveloped by the blankets. Your head was resting on his bicep, eyes closed and chest rising and falling with each steady breath.
His eyes widened a little, fingers reaching over to whisper over your cheeks. 
You murmured in your sleep, moving closer to his body and sliding an arm over his chest to hold him flush against you. 
What has happened? Did Mark….no. No! That rodent couldn’t have had you first. He shouldn’t have defiled your purity with his touch! 
Dark searched Mark’s memories. Tearing open his consciousness and ripping through his mind until he found it. 
He can’t have. He shouldn’t have! Mark doesn’t deserve this!
It had only been two days since Dark was taken from you. Mark, weak and scared, had tried pushing you away. Hiding away in his room and refusing to listen to your voice.
But you were persistent. And after two days, Mark gave in. Allowing you to console him. Accepting your promises and comforting touches. 
This night, the night Dark had managed to crawl out of the abyss, Mark had begged you to stay in the room with him. Keep watch over him as he slept. 
You had agreed, keeping a light on for the two of you. But slept consumed the you in the late hours, and you held Mark in your arms as sleep took you.

Dark sighed, relieved. 
Mark hadn’t touched you. 
Feeling the tension in Dark’s body, you stirred and blinked up at him. 
“Everything ok?” You asked. Voice scratchy with sleep. 
How adorable. 
“Yeah, I’m ok.” Dark replied, mimicking Mark’s tone. “Just a bad dream.” 
You snuggled against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Sorry, I fell asleep. I’ll try to stay awake this time.” 
“No,” Dark said, lifting a hand to stroke a strand of hair behind your ear. “Get some sleep. I’m ok.” 
You mumbled a reply, too quiet for Dark to hear and he grinned softly when he felt you fall into a slumber. 
He moved against you, shifting you with his hands so he was on his side and cradling you against his chest. 
Your sleeping body shuffled with him. Molding against his body and breathing a sigh when Dark ran his fingers through your hair. 
Dark allowed himself to do this for sometime. Keeping his movements slow and gentle. 
Then he moved his other hand to draw along your back. Simple, little designs through the material to flutter over your skin. Your body shivered, an involuntary reaction to his touch. 
Suddenly, you tilted your head, looking up at Dark with a cold stare. 
“Dark, let me go.” You demanded. 
Dark sighed, impatient. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 
“I don’t care. Get your hands off me.” 
Dark held your gaze for a moment, but reluctantly released you.
Allowing you to scramble away from him and stand off the bed. 
“Bring Mark back,” You ordered. Crossing your arms and glaring down at him. 
Dark bit back the growl that rose in his throat. “Why won’t you let me please you.” 
“Because I don’t want to be pleased,” You replied stiffly. “Dark, your fascination with me is beginning to creep me out. Please, just leave me alone. Give Mark back.” 
Dark sat up, leaning on one elbow as he spoke. “Do I creep you out?” 
You rubbed your arm, avoiding his gaze. “I’m use to the other side of you, Dark. The one that fights and argues. This one-eighty you’ve done is….strange.” 
Dark thought on your words. He had become softer. But, something in him enjoyed this. 
The gentle gazes. The delicate touches. Words spoken softly. 
Dark found it endearing. He didn’t want it to stop. 
“And you enjoyed fighting with me?” Dark asked, doubtfully. “You liked it when I tore down your armor? Played with your emotions and rendered you into a mess?” 
You raised your gaze to look at him, “I enjoyed having a reason to hate you.” 

Dark chuckled. Swinging his legs off the bed and approaching you. 
“(Y/N), I was a fool before. I believed you to be the same as Mark. An idiot. A pathetic human. And I treated you as such. But I realize now that you’re different. And I want to understand why you make me…different when I’m around you.” 
You stood still as Dark raised a hand to cup the side of your face. His thumb stroking your cheek. 
“There’s more to my existence than anger,” Dark continued. “And you’ve shown me that.” 
“Dark, I can’t.” You removed your cheek from his hand. “Mark is my friend. This feels like I’m betraying him just talking to you.” 
Dark shook his head, reining in his anger. “Mark doesn’t have to know. Nothing you feel uncomfortable with will pass. I just want to feel your touch.” He slid his hand down your arm. Gripping your hand and playing with your fingers. “I just want to have you near me. I want you to love me like you love Mark.” 
You went to protest but Dark hushed you with a single finger against your lips. 
“I know you deny it, but you feel something for him. And I could be some sort of substitute. I could…no, I couldn’t be him. I could be better. At least give me a trial.” Dark’s inked eyes were soft, warm. Melting with his features as he watched you, patiently pleading for your response.
You sighed. His fingers intertwining with yours as your head dipped in a nod.
“I…ok, but for one night.” You said, trying to ignore the guilt that stabbed into your chest. “Just for one night.”

Dark raised your chin with his free hand. His smile gentle but broad.
“I will not disappoint you, my dear.” He purred. “You must rest. Let us sleep.”
You nodded, allowing Dark to pull you towards the bed. He laid against your back, allowing a small space between your bodies and allowing you to move away if you pleased.
But you found yourself not moving away. Instead, as the thought of Mark’s face if, or when, he found out you didn’t fight, crossed your mind; you twisted and curled into Dark’s chest. 
He began to produce that rumble again. Deep in his throat and running his fingertips along your spine. The vibration scattering your thoughts and consuming your mind.
He soothed your misty eyes into closing. Brushing the bristles of his chin against your cheek as he nuzzled the soft strands of your hair. 
Dark braved to press his lips against your forehead, pulling you closer when you didn’t recoil from his touch. 
“It’ll be ok,” He told you. “Mark won’t find out.” 
“Please don’t talk,” You whispered and Dark nodded. Trailing his left hand over your shoulders. Massaging those spots he knew relaxed you. 
You slipped into a restless sleep. One Dark consoled your fidgeting form through the night by gentle caresses and ghosted whispers.
Patient. He told himself. She is fragile, let her heal. She’ll accept you soon.

BTS Reaction to You Rapping All of Cypher

Request:Ok if your reaction requests are open I kinda have a weird request idk; can you do a bts reaction of y/n rapping all of cypher and them being really surprised? I love your blog sMMMM 💓💕

Note: I didn’t know which cypher, so I’m gonna make it seem like you can use any of em hehe, thanks for the compliment tho love! <3.


Jin ➳ The atmosphere was quiet, but when the song started playing and you began to hit every word with ease, Jin would just stand back and watch you in awe. Once the chorus came and you began to catch a breath, he’d ask “when did you learn that?” and you would just laugh because you didn’t even know yourself, it was just that catchy.

Originally posted by hobilu


Suga ➳ Yoongi felt like he was in heaven once you started to rap to Cypher. You always looked so innocent, not caring much about music but when you started to throw it down; he would slowly look at you as if you were an angel. He couldn’t wait to show you more of the things he has been working on, hoping you would love them as much as you did Cypher.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


J-Hope ➳ A wide smile would spread onto his features once you began to spit out the rhymes from Cypher while the two of you were at the park, and when you began to throw in more passion – Hoseok mistook it, thinking you were trying to rap battle him. He began to dance, and suddenly got all in your face saying, “You wanna go?” You had to stop and try to calm him down while laughing.

Originally posted by troiskims


RapMonster ➳ Namjoon was speechless once you began to rap to Cypher, his eyes widening in surprise as you would throw in dabs here and there. He began to giggle to himself, and when you rapped a whole verse without breathing, he would clap his hands dramatically loud to cheer you on and make you happy. You were indeed cute.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Jimin ➳ The moment you had pushed your cup of coffee in his hands as you began to throw it down with Hoseok, shattering the image Jimin had put upon you – he was stunned. Never in a million years did he think you would be able to rap that well, and Jimin didn’t know how to react. This was a new side of you, and it would take time for him to embrace it as he was so used to your quiet and pure side.

Originally posted by lonastic


➳ He was having an amazing day with you and the guys, but when Cypher came on and you began to whistle, rapping amazingly well with the other guys – he wasn’t happy in the least. He envied you, having trying to practice Cypher all the time but here you were in all your glory, owning the song as if it were your own. He was jealous and annoyed, and he wouldn’t be afraid to admit it.

Originally posted by toughchim


Jungkook ➳ He found you extremely cute once you started to move to the beat, and when you started to rap so well; an evil grin began to plaster itself onto his lips. He began to mock you, using a high voice which annoyed you greatly, quickly stopping and getting ready to throw a punch but he laughed, pulling you into his arms and finding it even cuter when you were mad.

Originally posted by bwiskook


Masterlist

Sex with Jay Park

Sex with Jay Park

- FIFTY SHADES OF PARK

- Ok ok, teasing on level extreme

- Name calling, lots of name calling

- Positive he has a daddy kink

- Slight DDLG?

- Toys, spanking, robes, role play, etc

- Maybe a little PDA?

- I feel like he would like for you to dominate him too sometimes?

- A lot of grabbing. Ass, boobs, hair. Everything.

- You would be very very sore for a couple of days

- Really really really REALLY kinky

- He would love oral

- I think he would be very open about trying new things

- Biting

- GRINDING

- He would love when you dressed up in lingerie for him

- Hair pulling

Originally posted by kpo-verdose

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anonymous asked:

okay so i have a request, but i was hoping you could get creative with it... so i wanted a fic where the reader and josh gradually start to get distant because of tour life and everything, and it just shows overtime them getting further and further apart, but then end up happy in the end?? hope this makes sense :)

JOSH DUN FIC

There’s something comforting about an unmade bed. An unorganized pile of crumbled covers and dipped pillows, pulled together so the sleepers’ faces can be very close to each other. Your favorites are all the beds you and Josh slept in.  It always took you days to make the sheets up after Josh had left; in some way, seeing the remains of what he had slept in, made it almost feel like he was still there. Maybe just taking a shower, having just gotten up. You inhale his scent from his pillow and runs your hand softly down the blanket. It’s not warm anymore, no one’s slept in it for days now.

The dial tone seems to go on forever until the call is finally picked up.

“Hi babe,” Josh sounds cheerful, and a little louder than normal. “What’s up?”

You can hear loud voices and glasses clinking on the background, mixed with vague hints of a booming bass. “Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice,” you clear your throat. “What are you up to?”

“Going wild on a Friday,” Josh chuckles, “hanging with the guys, we’ll probably head out in a bit. Mark’s running late, just waiting on him.”

You’re looking at your shared closet in the Columbus house, sitting on the floor in the middle of piles of clothes you just don’t seem to be able to take care of.  You stare at the clock, trying to calculate what time it was in Amsterdam.

You smile a little, picking at the strings of your hoodie. “Glad you’re having a good time.”

“Would be better if you were here. I think you owe me an explicit run-through of what you’re wearing right now, babe.” The smirk in Josh’s voice is audible.

You chuckle. “The hoodie you got me from the ice cream shop.”

“The one with the cow on the front?  Sexy,” Josh mocks. “Isn’t it too warm for that?”

“No, it’s… I’m just sitting on the closet floor and I found this and it smelled like you, so I thought I’d just wear it for a bit.”

“Ugh,” Josh groans, “I wore it like ages ago. It’s probably smells awful, you should just wash it.”

You feel a twinge of embarrassment, “I, I don’t want to wash you off though.”

The background noise quiets down on the other end of the line, and you can hear the sound of a door opening and closing. “Babe, are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “just, I don’t know.”

Josh hums comfortingly. “Are you doing anything fun today?”

“Probably just trying to get some homework done, don’t really want to leave the house.”

“Love, do you want me to come home?”

“You can’t really just up and fly across the world,” you say.

“You know I would if I could. I’m sure I can take up flying and ace it in like, max twenty minutes.”

“I’m sure you could,” you smile. You don’t think there’s anything Josh couldn’t do.

You stay silent for a while, listening to each other breathing. It makes you feel better, Josh knows. You guess it’s the same for Josh, too.

“Ok,” you say after a while. “Got my fix. Feeling better. Go and have fun.”

“And what are you going to do?” his voice is very soft.

“I’ll figure something out, maybe I’ll call my mom.”

“That’s more like it.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, Josh.”

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like for other people?” Josh muses as he’s flicking through the channels, sitting on the floor between your legs.  The two of you are savoring the final hours Josh had at home.  He headed out in the morning.  

“Wonder what what’s like?” you continue to rub Josh’s neck.

“Like, relationships. Being normal. Me not traveling around all the time.”

You move your hand down a bit, starting to work on the knots on Josh’s shoulder. “Do you?” you ask, avoiding the question.

“I don’t know… Just, don’t you think it’s a bit sad?”

“What?”

“That only being together once in a while is normal for us.”

“I like the way we are,” you try to smile. “I think we’re good. And the traveling and stuff is just out of our control, I think as a couple we’re pretty normal, probably like better than most, just our situation is a bit…” you can’t figure out a good word.

“Abnormal,” Josh nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Just would be nice sometimes to not be quite so, far I guess.”

“Ooh,” you coo, “you want to hold my hand more, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” Josh laughs as he leans his head back in your lap. “That may be a little true.”

You smile as you cup his face in your hands and bend over to plant a kiss on his lips, “Me too.”

Josh beams. “You want to show me off,” he pokes your thigh, “I’m like a classy trophy wife.”

“Hardly, “ you say laughing, “though you do brush up well when you’re not embarrassing.”

Josh’s wide grin turns into a fake frown impressively quickly. “You think I’m embarrassing?”

“Of course you are, but I gotta hand it to you, even when you’re falling all over the place, no one does it quite as impressively as you do.”

“Compliment accepted,” Josh smiles as he pulls you into another kiss.

Josh sits down slowly, and starts to go through the pictures on your camera. One catches his attention and he shows it to you. “This would be nice to hang on the wall.”

It’s a picture of you two, from last Spring, when you’d gone hiking on a hot day and there was so much pollen in the air.  You remember your eyes had been streaming non-stop. You’re pictured from the side, faces turned to each other, you were laughing – your dimple is visible – at something Josh had said.  You both look happy and carefree.

You agree. A week later, when Josh is in Los Angeles, you put the wall art on the bedroom wall, opposite your bed.

“Can you put your phone away, please?” you ask irritated when you come to bed. “The light keeps me awake.”

Josh doesn’t say anything, but turns his phone off and puts it on the nightstand.

“You know I don’t like having phones in bed,” you sigh, trying to find a relaxing position.

“I know, sorry.” Josh is sincerely sorry. This isn’t the first time his inability to put his phone down is causing words.

“What were you even doing?”

“Just, looking at things,” Josh turns to his side, his back to you.

“What things?” you ask after a while.

“Just things. It doesn’t matter.”

You scoot closer, caressing your fingers along his lower back. “Hey.”

Josh turns to look over his shoulder, and even in the dark of their bedroom, he can make out your kind eyes looking at him. “Hey,” he whispers back and turns around to face you.

“Don’t look at that stuff, love. You know people are idiots. They don’t know anything.”

“I guess…,”he mumbles.

“No, babe, you know it’s not true. People say awful things and it says more about them than it does about you, or me, us, anything”

“I just-“ Josh sighs and bites his lip. “It’s like everyone is just expecting me to fail. Like they can’t wait for me to fuck up, so they can laugh at me. Like I’m a joke.”

“Babe,” you pull him closer, “they’re idiots. And you’re not a joke. And you won’t fail. You’re brilliant.”

“But what if I’m not,” Josh lets out a shaky breath.

“You’re amazing, Josh, I’ve seen you. You worked fucking hard for the things you’ve done and you wouldn’t have done the things you have if anyone important thought you were shit. Which you absolutely are not.”

Josh smiles and he reaches out to brush some longer strands behind your ear. “I have all the faith in you, too.” He snuggles in closer until he’s pressed against your skin, placing a small kiss on your collar bone. “I love how your skin is always warm.”

The party was a drag. Not only did Josh have to practically drag you the entire way there, but once you arrived, it took all of three minutes for him to wander off.  He was off mingling, leaving you in the corner of an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people scattered all around.  You caught sight of him once or twice, each time he was getting his ear talked off to by some uppity executive or manager.  

You were fuming by the time he finally was ready to leave.

“I don’t get why you’re so upset,” Josh says on your drive back home.

“Just forget it,” you say through gritted teeth, you were not in the mood to discuss.

“I can’t apologize if I don’t know what I even did wrong.”

You continue to stare out the window as the night passed by.

When you were finally curled up in bed, Josh snuggled close, his forehead pressed up against yours.  

“I’m sorry I got taken away tonight, I missed you.”

You’ve gotten a chance to cool off and he just seems so sincere, so you nod, indicating your approval.  

“Can I kiss you now?”

You lean in and kiss him discreetly, trying to ignore the way he even had to ask.

You have sex that night to try to make up for it all.

But it turns out to be awful.

You’re taking a shower after and you’ve never felt further away from Josh, who’s waiting in bed. You scrub yourself, still prickling uncomfortably from this strange, unfamiliar touch of Josh’s skin. You wrap yourself in your bathrobe before going to the bedroom.  

You don’t want to be naked in front of Josh right now.

“I feel like you’re erasing me from your life.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just feel like, I’m not a part of your plans anymore.”

“When have I ever not included you in my plans? When have I ever done anything without checking with you first?”

“But, you keep…”

“No. I’m not pushing you away, it’s you who keeps falling away from me.”

“Doesn’t feel like I have any space by your side anymore.”

“And at this point, it’s like you don’t even want me to try to reach out, you’ve decided that I’m erasing you from my life and that’s it, done and dusted, fucking sorted.”

“It’s not fucking sorted, stop putting words in my mouth.”

“Stop blaming me for things I’m not doing!”

A door bangs shut.

You’re staring at the name on your contact list and realize you actually feel nervous. You haven’t felt nervous about calling Josh since probably the very first call you ever made.

“It’s your Josh,” you mutter to yourself and press the green button.

“Hello,” he picks up, sounding croaky.

“Hi,” you’re happy to find the nervousness leaves your mind at the sound of his voice. “What are you doing on your day off?”

“Still in bed,” he yawns.

You frown and look at the clock, making quick calculations. “Josh, it’s like six at night.”

“I suppose so,” Josh says apathetically. “Oh well.”

You can feel the nerves starting to creep back. “You must be hungry.”

“Not really.”

“When was the last time you ate? How long have you been sleeping?”

Josh ponders. “I had something yesterday. I think I had some cereal.”

“But what about a proper dinner?”

“Jesus, what is this? You’re not a nurse doing a check-up.”

You try not to get offended. “I just want to make sure you’ve slept and eaten.”

“I have eaten, and I have slept, like, for almost 20 hours, thanks mom,” his voice is snappy. “Was there anything else? Does your form have any more questions that needs answers?”

“Josh.” your voice is quiet, soft, a gentle tug.

Josh sniffs and coughs. “Fine. Sure. I’m great.  Everything’s great.”

“Okay.”

You exit out of the airline tab on your computer, forgetting all about the overpriced flight you were planning on taking to surprise Josh.

You both still have fun, on some days, of course you do. On days where it’s just you, with nothing to do but spend time together, being carefree, on days when, over a lazy breakfast, Josh asks you if you want to go on an adventure. And you go, drive around aimlessly to a random direction based on chance. You find a hidden little pond in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by thick trees and you go skinny dipping, and then find a sketchy looking café and have take out.

“We should go on a vacation,” you suggest, sitting on the hood of the car.

Josh looks up at you, in a way you can’t quite read. “Vacation?”

“Yeah, like today. Just leave everything for a while.”

“Y/N,” Josh starts slowly and looks down, “that’s not a good idea.”

“What?”

His eyes meet yours. “Like, going away doesn’t solve anything.”

Your mouth flinches. “Did you not have fun today?”

“I did, of course I did,” Josh chooses his words wisely. “I just don’t think it’d be a good idea. To like, go away and then come back while everything here, in real life, remains the same. I don’t think we should go before it ends.”

“Before what ends?” you can feel your chest tightening, you’re not sure you want to hear the answer.

“This… thing, between us. It’s obvious we have issues.”

You nod, biting your lip. “But, like, we’ll fix it, won’t we? We’ll fix us.”

Josh nudges your shoulder with his. “We will. We’ll fix us so well and then, as a reward, we’ll go for the best holiday ever.  To Jamaica or something.” He squeezes your hand.

You squeeze back. “I can work with that.”

“We’ll figure this out, I know we will, we always do.”

The drive back home is quiet, both of you deep in your thoughts, but this time, the silence doesn’t feel so loud.

“What is all of this?” Josh asks as he sees the table set with candles and china.  

“Just a surprise,” you smile as you lead him to the kitchen and put a plate of steaming food in front of him.

You feel a little nervous. “Taste it.”

Josh inhales the divine smell of something hearty and rustic, reminding him of something he can’t quite pinpoint.

“This is my grandmother’s recipe,” he says quietly.

“I know.”

“She didn’t… She said it was a secret and no one else had it.”

“I know.”

Their eyes meet and Josh smiles, letting out a wet chuckle. “You did good, love.”

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I think… I think we should really talk now.”

“Look, I’m so sorry about the stuff I said, it was so uncalled for, I was being an asshole.”

You shake your head. “No, me too, I think we both were being… not good.”

“Apologies?”

“Apologies,” you nod.

“Come sit with me.” Josh says.

You both sit down on the sofa, leaving some space between them but not as much as they could’ve.

“Sometimes… I feel like your tour life is taking more time and energy than it should. And it’s time and energy away from me.”

Josh looks surprised. “Seriously? Really, Y/N?”

You shrug. “It’s… Like it’s just a lot.”

“I know it’s a lot, I’m living it.”

“But I’m living it too, that’s just it.”

“You said you were fine with everything, don’t try to claim I didn’t check every tour, every interview, everything with you. You were totally on board when it all started.”

“I’m allowed to change my mind. I changed my mind. It’s fucking awful and I hate it.”

“How do you want me to fix it then?”

You say nothing.

“You know this isn’t something I can fix. I can’t just stop this all from happening now.”

“I know,” you say.

“Like, I’m on tour now. You changed your mind but it doesn’t have an effect, like sorry you feel like shit but there is literally nothing I can do about it.”

“I said I know! I’m not expecting you to change anything.”

“Well great, that’s helpful,” Josh mutters.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Josh looks like a pouting child. “You always have things to complain about but no solutions.  What do you want me to do?  Quit the band?  Quit my job?”

“I didn’t say that.”

You stare at each other, neither willing to step back. The air is filled with electricity, almost, and as much as you absolutely hate confrontation, you know this all has to be said.  Speaking your mind finally feels like it’s fixing this weird rut you’d fallen into.

“So to recap,” you finally say. “I’m pissed off at you for things I initially agreed to but now don’t like, but things you can’t change, and not because you don’t want to.”

“Seems so,” Josh grits his teeth. “And I’m pissed off at you for changing your mind and offering no helpful solutions.”

“Great,” you nod.

“What a team we make,” he says.

You sigh heavily. “You can say that again.”

“What a team we make.”

“Shut up,” you smirk. “Ok. I hate your stupid fucking tour and some of the people around you are absolute dicks.”

“I hate that you won’t quit school to come on tour with me.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“So basically we’re angry for each other and not at each other.”

“Seems so.”

“Does it help if I say, I love you and I want the best for you? I’m sorry.”

Josh nods solemnly, “I’m sorry, too.”

“Maybe we should just have weekly, scheduled fights, where it’s acceptable to call each other twats and judge our life choices and just get it all out in the open.”

“And talk shit about everyone else.”

“Especially that.”

Josh opens his arms, gesturing for you to come cuddle.

“You’re my life, Y/N. You know I’ll always have your back.”

“You’re my life,” you smile. “I’ll always be here for you, too.”

“I don’t want you to think that, I’m like, not so fucking proud of everything you do. With school and your degree.”

“I know you are.”

“And like, I know you’re proud of the things I do.”

“I am, babe, so proud.”

“I’m your biggest fan. And you’re mine, I know. And I think I probably forget that for a little bit in the middle of everything.”

Josh is picking on the sleeve of your sweater. “I think… We both forgot, for a bit. And, like, stopped talking. I don’t want to ever, ever, feel that disconnection again.”

“Me neither,” Josh kisses the top of your head. “Come on, let’s go connect.”

You feel a bit like crying, maybe. They’d been wrapped around each other for what feels like hours now. It’s deep, it’s slow, it feels like reconnecting from head to toe and mind to heart. The release you finally feel leaves you shivering after.

Later, laying with your foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, Josh is petting your hair, occasionally closing his eyes from the tickling pleasure of your finger tracing his cheekbones, his eyebrows, down his nose, his lips, up his jaw line and down again.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be so far from you anymore.”

Josh smiles softly.

You set the date for June 3rd, an exact year after Josh gets down on one knee.  You chose a lovely place, by a lake – rustic but not too over the top romantic.

It had been a wonderfully, sunny, Tuesday afternoon, such an inconvenient day of the week, but your families were there. Josh had taken your hand before they walked down to the minister, and he hadn’t let go until you were outside, birds chirping in the surrounding trees, doing rounds of hugging their parents and siblings, tissues passed around with delighted laughter and words of happiness.

Instead of a huge reception, you decided on a small get together at home, with plenty of delicious home-made food and never-ending drinks, with everyone staying for the night and no obligations for the following day. There were Chinese lanterns and fairy lights hanging down everywhere.

“This is so perfect.” your eyes met Josh’s.  “This is my favorite day, ever, and you’re my favorite person, ever,” you whispered to your husband.

Later in the evening, the sky had suddenly turned menacingly grey and opened with huge, heavy raindrops. Josh’s sisters had been screaming, trying to cover their hairdos and delicate dresses, everyone going for whatever they needed to save quickly and get inside, people bumping into each other and getting drenched.

But you and Josh stayed behind, kissing in the rain, getting soaked together.