i want to thank to all the anons who send me this names

You’re My World.

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to help comfort him.

Word Count: 2,265 (I got carried away)

Warnings: Language, fight, blood, injuries, knives, hurting!Peter, comforting!Reader, fluffy fluff, sad stuff, so much cheesiness. (Let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: For the anon that requested this, here you are m'dear! I hope you like it! I’m shit at bad ass fight scenes (really everything), but I tried. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy reading!


Walking into the conference room to discuss the mission a few hours ahead, the team is already seated.

Noticing a chair between Wanda and Peter, you sneakily take a seat.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N” Tony points out, rolling his eyes.

“You bet, Stark.” You replied, saluting and smirking.

As he continued talking about the mission ahead, you drifted away in your thoughts.

This better be a quick mission…

HGTV ’s got new episodes of house hunters calling my name.

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anonymous asked:

You should write some mute lance, whether its him having been mute in the past, being a selective mute, being injured and becoming mute, or straight up not talking anymore, i think you'd write it well

Okay!! 

I kinda went on my own here, Whoops

On contrary to belief Lance didn’t like to talk. Well scratch that, he loved talking but he didn’t like to be talked over. Everytime he was talked over he immediately clamped up and he felt a lump form in his throat. Being the youngest in his family only lead to Lance being talked over constantly. 

It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to stop telling a story because everyone started a different conversation. It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to never finish a thought because someone would constantly interrupt him. 

Lance wasn’t a fighter so when this happened he would just clamp his mouth shut and listen to what the other person had to say, because it was obviously more important. 

Lance found himself talking less and less around his parents, siblings, and classmates. Nobody ever commented on Lance’s new quietness so Lance had no reason to start talking again. Lance would go days without saying anything to anyone. He communicated through shrugs and nods. 

Why should I talk, everyone is happier when I don’t. 

-

Fast forward to the Garrison when Lance met his roommate Hunk. Hunk wasn’t loud but he wasn’t quiet either. Sometimes Lance didn’t even hear him enter the room while other days Lance would hear him hallways away.  He liked Hunk, Hunk never pressured him to talk, Hunk just kept him company throughout their days. 

Hunk would ramble about projects he was working on and homework and Lance would listen quietly. It didn’t even dawn on Lance that he had never said anything to Hunk before in his life. 

They were both in their room, Lance on his bed reading a book while Hunk was laying on the floor building something. 

“Dang it, these wires all look the same, I can never tell them apart.” Hunk ran his hands through his hair in annoyance. 

Lance looked at his distressed roommate and looked down at his book. “Why don’t you put colored tape around the different wires.” Lance’s voice slightly cracked due to the lack of use and Hunk screamed. Not like a small scream but like ‘help someone is getting stabbed scream.’ 

Lance jumped causing is book to fly across his bed and he stared at Hunk who was staring at Lance his hands over his mouth. 

Lance swallowed around a small lump that was forming at the base of his throat. He inhaled “Sorry I didn’t mean to…scare you?” Lance wasn’t sure what he did wrong exactly. 

Hunk blinked a few times and slowly removed his hands from his mouth. His breathing started to slow down as he continued to stare at Lance. 

Lance started to shift where he sat. Why he is just staring at me? Lance was about to bolt out of the room but Hunk regained his bearings before he moved. 

“I’m sorry for screaming! You just have never talked before and I thought you were mute or something. Then you just spoke and I got scared. Like I wasn’t expecting that at all.” Hunk inhaled until his lungs ached “Sorry I’m rambling.” 

Lance smiled at his roommate “Hunk you ramble all the time, I’m used to it.”

Hunk started to laugh and before Lance knew it he was laughing with Hunk. They only stopped when they heard a knock on their door. 

“Officer Davis, opened the door. We have a complaint of a noise disturbance.”

Hunk and Lance shared a look and started laughing and Hunk went to open the door. 

-

Hunk and Lance became best friends within a week. They had shared everything with each other, and Hunk didn’t interrupt Lance once when he was talking. If he accidently did he would apologize immediately and beg Lance to continue what he was saying. 

Lance started to love talking again. 

-

The only time Lance would have trouble talking would be when he came back from a break. When Lance was around his family long enough he would clamp up again, but slowly Hunk would bring him back out of his shell. 

-

Hunk could only do so much and sometimes it wasn’t enough. They had just saved a planet from the Galra and they were all meeting up with the leader. 

Now Lance didn’t usually talk during diplomatic missions but he felt obligated to speak up when it concerned him. The leader was discussing how helpful the blue lion was and how it help save the planet. 

“You must tell me Blue paladin, how does the ice work?” The leader placed his (hand?) tentacle on Lance’s shoulder. 

“Well you see, Blue and I ha-” 

“That’s interesting but like was it just the lion acting on their own?”

“Kinda, you see I have to put my bay-”

“So are you not needed to fly Blue? If she does all the work what do you do?”

“Well I have to fly he-”

“But they are magic lions, surely they can fly on their own.” 

Lance opened his mouth to respond but slammed it shut before any words were formed. Then Lance did what he did best, he shrugged. That was all he did. 

The leader looked at him a bit skeptical before nodding “So how does the ice get formed?” 

Lance shrugged again. He kept his eyes directly on the leader and his lips sealed. Lance was nudged by Shiro, he didn’t care he wasn’t going to talk. He looked at the leader one more time before walking towards Blue and flew back to the castle. 

-

Lance didn’t bounce back like Hunk prayed he would. It had been about 2 weeks since the last time he said anything. He just shrugged and nodded. Never even opening his mouth except to eat. The castle was quieter than any of them wanted it to be. Mealtimes were filled with force conversation and Lance scarfing down his food in order to leave. 

Even during missions Lance wouldn’t say anything, Blue would send the other lions messages so everyone knew that things were going well but Lance never talked. 

When they met new species Lance would stand in the background silently, just watching everyone. 

Hunk tried his hardest. He would talk about things he knew Lance liked, but Lance would just smile and pat him on the back and walk away. 

The team couldn’t get Lance to talk, and they tried. They did everything they could but Lance would just sit in silence. He didn’t even talk to Coran, and that broke the older man heart. 

-

The paladins were hosting a party in the castle with about 7 species from different planets. They all worked together and received a huge win. 

Everyone was talking and enjoying the party and Lance was standing by the wall sipping his drink. He watched a boy, around his age, walk towards him. 

His arms and neck were covered in tattoos and he has pointy ears with piercing all over his body. His skin was a soft blue and his hair was a bright red. He smiled at Lance and stood by him. 

The boy thanked Lance for saving his planet, and of course Lance caught onto his flirting techniques. 

Lance laughed, like a real laugh. The first laugh in weeks maybe months. It echoed through the room and every paladin heard it. They attempted not to make it obvious but they were all listening to see if Lance would do anything more. 

Lance, who was completely oblivious to what his teammates were doing, stuck his hand out to the boy. “The names Lance.” 

Self-Projecting? Do I Know Her? 

Hell yeah I was self-projecting. 

I’m basically how I write Lance XD 

I hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long!!

Thank you for this!

Btw give it up for my bisexual son ❤💜💙

Stranger Things/Steve Harrington imagines - They’re just boys

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

AN: I love the requests you guys are sending in. They’re amazing. 

Summary/Request from anon: Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine in variation of the locker room screen in Riverdale (1x03) when Veronica confronts Chuck about slut shaming her but with Stranger Things where it was Billy (as Chuck) who’s slut shaming the reader’s best friend and in this equation she bumps into Steve (as Archie) and she gets kicked out by a teacher but doesn’t get in trouble because she’s a good kid but is still pissed and somehow she and Steve end up together? 

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x reader

Word count: 1,013

Warnings: Mentions of sexual acts and some strong language.  

You were walking down the halls when you saw a group of girls snigger at you and your best friend. 

Your best friend turned bright red and put her head down. 

“Hey, what was that about?” You asked her. She turned into the bathroom and you followed. You watched her make sure it was empty before opening up to you. 

“You know how I had that date with the new guy, Billy?” She whispered. 

“Yeah, of course, why?” You frowned, knowing whatever was coming next wasn’t going to be good. 

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Muñeca.

Paring: Bucky Barnes/Hispanic!Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Reader being a HUGE flirt, spanish, talk about books and music in spanish, fingering, sofa sex, Bucky using some words in spanish. Alcohol.

Word Count: 1881.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

Apparently some people in this fandom (read White People) have a problem with authors writing for readers of color, since I am a real Bitch and I’m fresh out of fucks I decided I was gonna write not one, but two POC Reader inserts, this is one of them. The next one is gonna be Black!Reader and Bucky. This is dedicated to that anon @papi-chulo-bucky got last week who was crying about Haunting Me being a POC reader insert and, of course, to all the other bitches who want to complain about POC!Reader inserts being discriminatory towards White People.

Yes, I’m The Queen of Salt.

Tagging; @sexylibrarian1 @thecrownedrose @erisjade @bladebarnes @ryverpenrad @acunningstargazer @palaiasaurus64 @marveldcmistress @supernatural-girl97 @sebstanchrisevanchickforever19

I mention my dad’s favorite book “Love in the Time of Cholera” by Gabriel García Márquez, you should check his books out.

Also, mentioned in the fic this argentinian group (hey! @connieisland) called Soda Stereo here are two songs one and two

And the lyrics are from this song by a Venezuelan rapper called Reis Belico.

Wow. This was long. By the way, Muñeca means doll.


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anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly snuck up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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jungkook scenario | black and white christmas

Originally posted by bane-niki

❝ The black and white decor of your office is exceptionally drab, but Jungkook brings a splash of colour to your otherwise boring existence 

prompt: You and I are coworkers, but we barely know each other. Now we have to work through the holidays together, and it’s only us in this office…

pairing: jungkook x reader

requested by anon | 4.5k words | fluff, office au


When you first walked into your new office, ready to impress with the dress suit your mum taught you to iron carefully, and your files clutched close to your chest, you were overwhelmed by the sparseness of the building. The only colours to be seen were white and black. The desks and chairs, the drab modern art on the walls, the suits and ties of your co-workers - all black. Boring. That was what hit you first. The office was boring.

Even the coffees were black, you noted, as you sat down at your new desk to have a paper cup pushed towards you, the smell of caffeine rising from inside.

You looked up at the body attached to the hand that offered the cup, seeing a young man looking down at you, and all of a sudden, the sparse room felt splashed with colour as red rose to your cheeks. His strong brows, sharp jaw and dark eyes were the opposite of boring.

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I’m In Love With My Best Friend – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: Could you write an imagine where you told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with guys, but now she’s coming to visit for surprise and you need a fake boyfriend during your sister’s visit so you ask Cody (your best friend) to pretendbe your boyfriend and everything seems goes right until the act stop being act?

Word Count: 3,141

Warnings: None other than Cody saying a curse word, ha. Fluff?

Author’s Note: Y/S/N = Your Sister’s Name. I did this because in previous imagines where I’ve named a sibling or best friend, some of y’all have mentioned it was weird to read your own name. So I decided to let y’all use your actual sister’s name or come up with the name yourselves if you don’t have a sister.

Also, I sneaked in a line from Gilmore Girls. I wonder if anyone can point it out.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” Y/N whispered repeatedly as the phone rang. She paced back and forth in her bedroom, hoping her best friend would answer. “Pick up the damn ph-”

The sound of her best friend’s groggy and sleepy voice interrupted her rambling. “Hello?”

“It’s about time! Why aren’t you answering your phone? I only called you like a hundred times! I could have been dying and-“

Cody noticed the nervous rush in her voice and rubbed this tired eyes. He cleared his throat before he interrupted her. "Okay, first of all I was filming all night and I just got home a couple of hours ago. Second of all, you’re obviously not dying so this better be good, because as much as I love ya, you know I get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep. Lastly, breathe. Just breathe,” he inhaled and exhaled, which Y/N mimicked, making her feel a little better.

“Now tell me what’s wrong?” He asked groggily yet genuinely concerned at the same time.

“I lied to my sister,” she started as she finally sat on the edge of her bed.

“About…?” He trailed.

“That I had a boyfriend. I only did it so she would stop setting me up with all these guys she knew. I thought my plan would work,” she continued.

Cody hummed, following along with her story with his eyes closed. “I remember you told me that. So, what’s the problem?" 

"The idiot decided to surprise me by coming into town without any warning! Now she’s on her way here, because not only does she miss me, but also because she wants to meet my boyfriend of two months…” she trailed for a second, silently praying Cody would agree to the favor she was about to ask him. “So, I was hoping if you could come over and play the part.”

Cody’s eyes flew wide open. He heard what she said but he still had a hard time believing it. “Come again?” He asked, needing confirmation.

“I need you to be my fake boyfriend for my sister,” she explained as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously. “I promise you, I’ll get you a gift card for Chipotle that will last you for at least three months,” she bargained knowing Chipotle was Cody’s weakness.

Cody quickly sat up, “I’m getting in the shower right now and I’ll meet you at your place.”

Y/N smiled widely. “Seriously, you are the best. Thank you so much.”

“Hey, you know I’d do anything for you,” Cody smiled back even though she couldn’t see him. “What time will your sister get there?“ 

"She said she was about 2 hours away,” she answered.

“Alright, I’ll get there before she does,” he said as he walked into his bathroom. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget the gift card,” Cody smiled as Y/N laughed.

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Birthday = Saved [Damian Wayne x Sibling!Reader]

Requested by anon: “Damian x reader (sibling relationship) where the batfam forgets about Damian’s birthday except the reader"

A/N: Hope you love it anon <3

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Slowly you woke up, yawning while running a hand through your hair. In attempt to tame the rat’s nest. Still half asleep and groaning when sitting up. Like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Your blankets were so warm and cozy, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Though when you glanced at the clock, your eyes widened in horror. IT WAS PAST NOON! “Shit!” quickly throwing off the blankets and running into the bathroom adjoining your room.

Panicking while taking your shower. How could you sleep so late on Damian’s birthday? Why didn’t anyone get you?

Getting out of the shower and changing into some day clothes, brushing your teeth and hair.

Running down the manor steps and walking into the kitchen. “Sorry guys I didn’t realize I —” But you were cut off to find the kitchen empty. But seeing a note on the counter. Picking it up, it read:

Out on mission. It’s just you and Damian in the manor. Jason, Dick, & Tim are with me. Alfred had personal business and is out of town. Be home later tonight

-Bruce

Wait hold on! They just left on his birthday? His biological son’s birthday? You love Bruce but sometimes he’s an ass.

TT, [L/n] I thought you had left as well” Turning to see Damian with his hands in his pockets. Looking pretty down in the dumps.

“Hey what’s with the frown birthday boy? Who needs ‘em, right?” You smiled at the young man. His face seemed to brighten at the words ‘birthday boy’

“You remembered” Shock laced in his voice. You chuckled, “Of course I remembered! How could I forget?” staring at him in disbelief.

“I was just surprised because father..” His sentence trailed off. “Bruce? Oh yeah he’s on a mis- wait hold on a sec! They didn’t remember it was your birthday?” Your voice raising in the process. Now you’re pissed, it’s one thing to leave but to forget! Nu-uh not okay!

He simply shook his head. “Assholes” mumbling to yourself. “You know what! We’re going to have the best birthday just the both of us. We can go anywhere you want and get cake and after that I’ll give you my gift.” smiling at him.

“You’d do that?” Was this kid serious?

“Of course I am Dami! We’re family remember? Now go grab your shoes, who needs them” Reaching for your keys. He did as told and went to get some shoes as you did the same.

The both of you climbed in your car. “So where to?” turning to him.

“I don’t know” he held his chin between his index finger and thumb.

“Well, is there anywhere you’ve never been but always wanted to go?”

He sat up like he had an idea. “It may seem childish but I’ve never been to a zoo”

A grin grew on your face, “Hey that’s not childish, I’m older than you and I like the zoo still. Zoo it is” before putting the car in drive.

During the drive you listened to Damian talk about his birthdays back with the league. They didn’t really celebrate but they always remembered. He especially talked about his grandfather and mother. Honestly you’d never had a conversation like this with him.

It was nice.

Once parking and making your way into the park you walked around the whole place. Seeing every exhibit, but ending  with the lions.

Damian was captivated by all of the animals but the Lions were amazing. The large male was so elegant and graceful.

“It’s so magnificent” he muttered eyes glued to the creature. “King of the animal kingdom.” you said back, watching the lioness’ graceful movements to be beside it’s mate.

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions’?” turning your eyes to him.

He shook his head. “Well it’s about being someone who was once vulnerable and weak, but over time and obstacles they become powerful and strong like a lion. Growing as a human being.”

“What is the point of telling me that?” he asked in confusion. Shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know it’s just a quote I like to live by, kind of applies to me ya know? And you too”

“I’m not vulnerable” crossing his arms and turning back to the habitat. “I’m not saying you are, but in order for someone to be as strong as you are kid. They had to be vulnerable at some point. Don’t dwell on it, just remember it for me okay?” Sending a smile his way.

“I suppose it’s the least I could do” he uncrossed his arms.

“Are you hungry? Cause I am.. What do you say we go grab some lunch?” as your stomach growled. You chuckled and could’ve sworn you saw a grin pull at his lips. “I could eat”

Deciding to go to his favorite place for lunch. The both of you just talked like you had in the car ride. Though this time you explained some people and things that were in your life before becoming a bat.

He seemed grateful for your opening up to him.

After lunch you took him to a bakery where he picked out a treat to sever as his birthday cake. Going to a nearby park, but you stopped at the car to get his gift.

Sitting by a pond he began to eat the treat. “You’re not going to let me sing ‘happy birthday’ to you” mock hurt plastered on your face. He smiled… HE SMILED! It’s possible!

Staring in disbelief at his curved upwards lips. “What?” he asked wiping his mouth like he had crumbs there.

“Oh, nothing. How about you open this now” handing him the rectangular box wrapped in green paper.

Taking the gift he tore off the paper, revealing a long white box. Carefully taking off the lid. He stared at the object within.

His sword had broke on his last mission. So you got him a custom replacement. “The blade is two times stronger than your old one, but half the weight. The grip of the hilt is specially made so it won’t slip in your grip. And finally there’s an engraving” Pointing to the hilt. On it was a small engraving of a robin.

“I don’t know what to say” mesmerized by the piece of weaponry.

“Your face says it all, I’m glad you like it” Smiling at the young boy. “Thank you [F/n], this is very special. I will treasure it” He said, your grin widening at the sound of your first name.

“Come on, lets get back to the manor and set up some pranks for the guys to get back for forgetting your birthday” Mischief sparked in his eyes. A evil grin spreading on his face. Putting the sword in the box.

“They won’t know what hit them”

Bonus:

Entering the batcave the guys all looked exhausted. Well except Bruce. You and Damian were hiding out of view, but had full access to seeing your prank at work.

Looking at Damian you gave a devious smirk before nodding for him to hit the trigger he set up on his phone.

Tapping the screen, alarms blared through the cave. Then the fire sprinklers turned on soaking the four. “What the hell?!” Bruce yelled as you and Damian held in your laughter the best you could. Dick was hiding under a table to keep from getting wetter. Jason was letting a string of expletives run from his mouth. Tim was trying to save his laptop. And Bruce was trying to shut it all down.

Once he did you and Damian couldn’t hold it in any longer. Wiping away a fake tear you and Damian showed yourself.

“You.. You.. hahaha! You should’ve seen your faces. Oh god I should’ve recorded that, Alfred would die” Sentence being broken up with your laughter.

“TT, no need to worry [F/n] I’ve got us covered” Pointing to a camera in the corner. “You smart little devil” ruffling his hair.

“What the fuck [F/n]!!” Jason yelled, looking like a drenched bat. Something they had in common. “What was this all about, I want an explanation now!” Bruce raised his voice.

Though unaffected and sharing a look with Damian. “Something called sweet revenge” a sickeningly sweet tone in your voice.

“Revenge for what?” Dick was next as Tim was fretting over his laptop.

“Think about it. Today’s date, a certain brother of yours. That all of you abandoned by the way” Crossing your arms, sounding protective now.

They all stood thinking for a moment, but you saw Bruce hit realization first. “Oh! Oh god! I’m so sorry Damian” turning to the boy. The rest of their light bulbs lit up.

“We forgot your birthday” Dick said in disbelief with yourself. “We’re sorry Damian, we probably ruined the day”

They all wore regretful looks and were obviously beating themselves up. “It was actually my favorite birthday yet. [F/n] and I had a nice time together”

“You know we did! Get on my sibling level suckers” before turning and exiting the room with Damian. Leaving the drenched bats to dry off.

“Best birthday ever” Damian mumbled entering the manor. A smile growing on your face, you were indeed sibling #1 right now.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I adore your stories and wanted to know if I can make a request? I wanted a hardcore Suga fanfic where he is punishing y/n after she was flirting with the other members and make them witness her punishment. Please and thank you!!!

Thank you anon! Shame that I know who you are, AND since you wanted to tease and pick with me AFTER I told you not to send any asks.. Oh yeah, this gonna be a real punishment. It’s AMBW guys. I hope you all enjoy. ;)

Warning: A lot of orgasm denials, over-stimulation, dirty talk, rough play, gagging, it’s going to be pure filth and it will be raw. So don’t read if you can’t handle it.

Show Time(AMBW Smut):

Yoongi was fuming by the time that dance practice was done. Mind racing with what to do he wasn’t sure where to start but he was for certain when he was done with you, it would be a while before you tried him again. He pushed you down against the bed roughly after practically dragging you from the other members as you all came back to your house. Yoongi was grabbing at you trying to scoot you up the bed and you thrashed against him trying to get up.

“Yoongi-“

“Shut the fuck up!” Yoongi growled out in a booming tone, his eyes were dark and you knew not to mess with him when he was like this. He started to work at your shirt, trying to get it undone and when your hands slid up to stop him, he slapped your hands away gripping at your neck to slam your body down, his forehead pressing against yours as he looked deep into your eyes tightening his hold around your neck..  “If you move one more fucking time, I swear to you that you will not get to cum for at least a month- you will be lucky if I even let you touch me since you want to be a slut with my band members. Now make your choice slut, and make it good.” Yoongi never called your name when you pissed him off it was always something provocative or degrading and it made your skin crawl which he knew it would. Slowly you relaxed your body against the bed looking up at the male as his grip finally released around your neck.

Yoongi moved back to the task at hand, gripping at your shirt to take it off. The fabric was too much and it was becoming a hassle to get you naked so he started to tug and pull on the fabric even if it ripped he didn’t care. You made a gasp of protest, but when you looked at him he paused his movements, his icy stare causing you to shudder as you lay there afraid to even help him take off your clothes. Yoongi made sure to discard you of everything, maneuvering your body until you were laying on your stomach with your feet pressed down against the floor, your body bent.

“Look at you, a fucking gorgeous little slut.” Yoongi hissed slapping at your chocolate ass cheeks watching them jiggle as your body jolted lightly. He did it again, gripping at your hips to steady you digging his nails into your skin. “Don’t fucking move!” He urged once again. Once your body was still, Yoongi leaned down softening himself for a moment as he flicked his tongue against your plump ass cheeks before taking a bite on your flesh causing you to moan out loud. The sound sent the blood rushing south towards his member, his eyes hooding with lust as he watched you. He was going to let you off just maybe tease you a bit but hearing the sound of feet shuffling he let his head snap quickly to the right seeing both Jimin and Taehyung trip over their feet trying to move from the room door. Like a switch his anger was back on, he was going to do a lot to them and you. But then the perfect revenge set in for them too because yes they were just as guilty as you. Yoongi chuckled darky moving towards your closet, staring to grab toys and restraints in his hands until he had to go sit one batch of things down and come back for the second one. Once he had everything, he gripped for the silver spreader bar first, bending down to place each side cuffs on your legs pushing them far apart so that you couldn’t close your legs at any time. He next gripped at red bondage rope moving to place your hands on your lower back binding them together making sure it was tight enough around your wrist.

Yoongi went towards the front room,  looking at the other men who were sitting around the area. He bit on his bottom lip as he watched the rest tried to make sure that they weren’t in his line of fire. Opening his mouth, he raised up a finger as he finally caught Namjoon and held his eye contact. He started to speak. “I’m very disappointed in all of you. And honestly, I can go up to a month ignoring all of you.”

“Hyung-“

“Shut up Jimin!” Yoongi barked sighing as he pinched his index and thumb finger as against the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to hear any excuses especially when I see Taehyung and you both trying to run away from the scene without tripping over your feet. So, I have an idea a way that you can make things right. I want you to watch me punish y/n.” Yoongi paused seeing that he grabbed everyone’s attention. Some watched him with curiosity and some looked at him with disbelief. “I’m not kidding. This is a one-time opportunity and if you don’t take it then I don’t ever want to see any of you looking at her or I promise you will have to deal with punishment of your own. If I were you, I’d take what I could get and be grateful because you don’t deserve anything.” Yoongi turned on his heels to walk back towards the room looking at how your body stayed in the same position. Your legs trembling slightly from standing up so long, smirking he walked closer to you running his fingertips up your bottom legs softly looking back as he saw his members one by one start to come into the room. They moved to line up against the wall, eyes avoiding you for the most part instead looking at him.

“Everyone wanted to flirt with and touch my girl. Now no one wants to look at her?” Yoongi asked as he landed a harsh slap against your ass causing you to release a soft yelp. “Is her ass not plump enough?” He asked gripping on your cheeks spreading your ass apart to show your pink insides causing you to feel flustered as the men looked at you. “Does she not have a pretty pussy? What about how nice and tight her ass looks?” He asked moving to let one finger slide from your puckered asshole down towards the slit of your pussy and he slapped it pulling back to let your cheeks go. “is she not fuckable?” He asked gripping at your hair tugging your body upwards and back against his chest, he used his hand to turn your head to the front at the other men in the room. Watching their eyes roam over your body stopping at different parts, your body heated up. You felt beyond exposed to them, and even more ashamed that you were getting wet. “Now now kitten. You wanted a show and well guess who fucking gets one?” Yoongi asked you growling against your ear. His free hand moved around to grip at your breast pinching your nipples harshly before he let them go only to repeat the same thing on both sides.

You let out soft whimpers as he played with your nipples until they were hard, he moved to lean over, pressing his lips against your left breast first he started to suck on puckered nipple and around the plump mounds marking them with hickeys and his spit. He reached down to grip at the nipple clamps, placing them onto your nipples that had a chain connecting to them. He pushed you back down against the bed, trying to not break a laugh because he knew you were beyond pissed but you deserved it. He gripped at a pink vibrator that had ridges on it, he pressed it on your lower back and used his hands to spread your ass cheeks apart. His mouth watering at the contrast of your pink flesh against your brown skin. He moaned softly to himself, moving to flick his tongue up and down your slit slowly to taste you. He shuddered at how your juices were quick to coat your pussy, his tongue ghosting over your clit slightly, he pressed his tongue flat against your pink bud. He pulled back, letting his tongue ghost around the entrance of your pussy tasting the wetness there as well, he gripped at the dildo turning the vibrations on low, he pressed it inside of your pussy. He pushed it until it was deep inside of you the buzzing sound starting to cut through the silence. He pulled back looking around the bed he gripped at a feather smirking as he sat on his ass. Slowly, he worked the feather up towards your leaking pussy until he saw the water gushing down your parted thighs, his tongue darting out to taste it all and clean your skin. He moved back from you dragging the feather up your spine, watching as your skin became littered with goosebumps, his free hand moving to turn the vibrator on medium.

He saw your pussy tightening around the vibrator and he was sure to grip at the end starting to thrust it in and out of you at a quick pace, your back arching as you cried out for him to do more. “Oh, that’s right you fucking dirty slut. Show them who owns this pussy. Be louder I fucking know you can.” Yoongi dropped the feather onto the bed starting to slap at your ass cheeks with his hand not stopping until your skin was red and his hand print was starting to form as he bruised you.

Your body shook and you had your head pressed down against the bed, tears sliding down your eyes from the pain mixed with pleasure and the nipple clamps were not helping at all. Yoongi was always brutal whenever you disobeyed and you knew tonight wouldn’t be any different. Your toes curled as he flicked his wrist at a different angle landing against your spot, your moans changed and you were getting closer to a release. “Cum. I dare you.” Yoongi challenged as he continued to assault your pussy with his thrusting of the dildo. He pulled it out completely to watch as all the juices from your pussy gushed out like a stream, he could feel the confines of his pants tighten up as he watched the sight not even cleaning your legs but letting the juices make a trail down your body until it was resting at your ankles. Yoongi moved to grab at a row of black anal beads. At the same time he plugged up your other vibrator to the wall, walking behind you one of his hands cupped your chin bringing your body back against him once again, you mewled in pleasure bucking your hips down against the toy trying to ride it as Yoongi held the beads to your lips. “Suck it if you don’t want them to enter you raw. Fill that mouth up, I know you like it when it’s stuffed.” Yoongi slapped at your cheek before he used his thumb to push down your chin.

“Y-Yoongi ahh~” You moaned out as your mouth was opened. He looked in your eyes a pure look of ownership on his features. He slowly lowered the beads into your mouth starting with the smaller one letting them push down until they were buried down deep into your throat. He smirked as he took a look at the members, the tents in their pants making it obvious that they liked what they saw. He waited until your mouth was full, too stuffed to even shut your mouth. He moved you back down until your body was rested against the bed, he opened your cheeks again, running his tongue over your puckered hole this time. He teased the rim of your asshole, dipping his tongue inside of your tight ass teasing you as he pulled back. He repeated the same thing for minute, watching from the corner of his eye as Jin and Hoseok moved to see him feast on you. When he pulled back, he gripped at the beads pulling them from your mouth, he entered the wet beads press inside of your hole slowly, filling you up from the smallest to the biggest letting them all rest inside of you with the string attached to it handing against the space between your asshole and your pussy. He reached his hand down to turn the vibrator up to the highest setting earning a cry from your lips. Yoongi stripped himself of his clothes, walking in front of you he looked down at you watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Hoseok pull the vibrator out of her.” Yoongi told the male as he got on the bed, crawling in front of you gripping at your soft locks of hair lifting your mouth up to hover over his shaft. Hoseok was ever eager to do it, finding the excuse to touch you exciting especially since he got bragging points. You let your moans ring out, you were so close, but right when your eyebrows knitted together the vibrator was taking from you and your orgasm completely washed away from you. Whimpering in frustration, your eyes watered as you glared up at Yoongi who stuffed your mouth with his cock, sliding himself to the back of your throat. “Fuck- push it back inside of her.” He commanded Hoseok to do, he pulled his hips from your mouth before he slid himself back into the warm wet cavern starting a slow thrusting pace inside of your mouth until he remembered why he was pissed off at you. Gripping your hair tighter he started to surge his hips forward letting them slap against your face as his balls hit your chin, little growls leaving from his lips as he reached a hand over to slap at your ass cheeks once again causing you to cry out around his shaft causing you to choke. Hoseok slid the vibrator into you fast, causing you to moan out once again causing Yoongi’s cock to brush the back of your throat, your eyes teared up once against as your hips rolled back against Hoseok’s hand. Even he was surprised that he was thrusting the dildo inside of you but seeing you act so needy for Yoongi and become completely submissive had him harder than any porn scene he had ever watched before. Yoongi snarled as he watched Hoseok fuck you with the dildo and you react. He slapped at your cheek as he gripped at your hair harder watching the spit fall from the corner of your mouth and your chin, hitting his balls.

“Look at you! Such a fucking mess you are. Just fucking taking that dildo like it was my cock fucking into your wet heat. Abusing your spot, making you scream my name. And then you’re taking my cock so good. Is it because you got everyone here watching you hmm? A fucking vixen that wants every fucking cock. I bet if I let every member line up and take you, you’d cum on everyone’s cock because you’re my dirty slut.” Yoongi growled. “Hoseok now!” Hoseok slid the vibrator from you as Yoongi slid his hips forward and pinched your nose shut cutting off your air. You looked up at him hearing your ears pop ass the oxygen was taken from you. Your body convulsed and you gagged lightly as your eyes dropped closed. You didn’t even fight it because you were so used to the asphyxiation with him. Your pussy was needy, your senses were heightened and you wanted to cum so bad. Juices gushed down your thighs re-staining the lines that were dried up from the previous mess you had made. Yoongi let your hair go after he saw your eyes drop close pulling back to watch you. Your chest pounded hard and heaved for air, your eyes saw stars around the edges as you looked around the room. You felt like a ruined mess, the words he said to you were all true and that made you feel slutty but you weren’t ashamed and the mere thought alone that he put in your mind had your back arching more.

Yoongi walked around the bed, lifting you up, he gripped at the end of the beads, watching you he slowly slid his shaft into your tight asshole to rest against the beads causing your moans to turn into loud screams of pain.

“I need you to fucking- relax.” He urged pathetically trembling as he felt the warm heat around his shaft. You were so tight it was hard for him to push deeper to rest beside the beads, and the feeling of him stretching you out made you want to cum all over again. Yoongi buried himself slowly until all of him was inside of you, he wrapped his arm around your body to hug you to him, gripping at the vibrator he turned it off sliding it to lay on your tongue. “Suck it.” He commanded you. Your mouth wrapped around the dildo tasting yourself as he let you adjust to his size. Slowly he started to thrust in and out of your tight puckered hole, moaning around the toy in your mouth you tasted yourself and cleaning the toy. Yoongi shook his head at the sight of you, even in the midst of him being pissed off at you he couldn’t help but find what you did past seductive and breath taking. He let his hand thrust the toy in and out of your mouth until his arm got tired. He felt your hands press down against his lower stomach. He reached up to grab at your hair again after throwing the vibrator down against the bed, his hands moving to grip at your plump ass cheek as he lowered you back to the bed after some time.

Yoongi felt you tighten around his cock, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last long especially with how good your lips around his shaft. He let one hand grab at the vibrator turning it on he pressed the flat of the head against your clit. He made sure the power was on high, the lulling causing your hips to sharply snap against the bed. His other hand moved to grip at the string on the end of the beads. Slowly he pulled the beads from you one from one as he also slammed into your tight assuming his hand to move the vibrator up and down your pussy. “You can cum now. Cum for me… Kitten.” Yoongi called you that one name that had you releasing a loud mewl of pleasure deflating against the bed cumming for the male, he slowly let the beads pop from you one by one until they were all out of your tight asshole and only his cock remained.. You tightened around his cock, your eyes roaming to look at the members that were against the wall. They looked at you with want, seeing the hungry looks of need blown out in their pupils made your orgasm slam hard into you. Yoongi let you ride out your orgasm,  but instead of stopping he slid his cock out of your asshole and slammed himself into your pussy. He started to slam himself harder into you, fucking you into oblivion against the sheets of the bed. His hand continued to assault your clit with the vibrator and you couldn’t move only take the treatment he was giving your body. He held out for you, your body was a complete ruin against the bed, you could only stare with your mouth open and moan his name with other gibberish as your second orgasm slammed through your body. Your senses were all over the place, Yoongi moved his hand to pull the nipple clamps by the chain in the middle until it was snapping off of your breast. You were squirting in the matter of seconds when he started to roll his hips against your spot grinding hard against you not pulling back but making sure he was deep inside of you.

“No more! P-please Yoongi! Fuck daddy please I’m sorry!” You sobbed out as the abuse continued. When Yoongi heard those words he nodded in content, his hair sticking against his forehead with sweat that dripped down the sides of his face as well. Letting his head roll back he opened his mouth loosing himself inside of you. With a few more erratic thrusts he filled you to the brim with his cum moving the vibrator from your sensitive pussy that was gripping onto him like a vice. He slowed down his thrusts until both of your orgasms were rode out. He leaned over you to pepper kisses along your shoulders before he kissed your lips gently nuzzling into you.

“You can all go now. And shut the door behind you.” Yoongi muttered voice low and guttural. You both heard the shuffling of feet out of the room and finally the door shut. “You were good today. I hope you learned your lesson.” Yoongi sighed softly, moving to pull out of you slowly watching as very little of his cum slipped out of your pussy and that made him happy slapping your ass cheek he moved to untie you and get the spreader bar from your legs. He moved to your bathroom to run you a warm but mostly hot bath throwing in your favorite galaxy bath bomb and other herbs.

Yoongi moved to grip at your body picking you up bridal style he carried you towards the tub, sitting you down inside and climbing in behind you.

“I love you.” You muttered groggily not having the strength to do or say much more.

“And I love you too.” Yoongi said softly as he held you starting his aftercare so that he could love on you now that his point was stated.

anonymous asked:

What unknown lowkey adrienette fics would you recommend? I kind of want to find and support unknown authors but everyone I know and read are popular af :/

dear anon, please thank @alyseb630​ for this rec list because she’s the one who told me lmao 

She’s the real mvp

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

incoming. a lot of freaking fics.

Amour Fou by Yilena

“A shy, socially awkward young teenager searches for friendship, and develops a misguided attraction for who he assumes to be his best friend’s crush. AU.”

Alyse says:  It’s from Adrien’s pov and he has Nino as an online friend. Nino sends him a picture of Alya and Marinette and Adrien gets a huge crush on her. Eventually moves back to Paris where nino lives and opens a cat cafe. And eventually hires Marinette. It’s super cute!

Allez Savoir Pourquoi by Yilena

(it’s a sister fic to the previous one)

“Marinette had seen her soulmate for years without knowing his identity, until they bumped into each other at a newly opened cat café. On a whim, she agrees to work for him. AU.”

Alyse says:  And it’s a soulmate au!!!! You see your soulmate in the reflection of your mirror in this au. It’s so good! And in this one you realize that Marinette’s been crushing on Adrien for years too. Just in a different way. She’s been seeing him in her mirror for years.

Can I Get Your Name? by anavoli

“Every day, Adrien Agreste comes into Starbucks and orders a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle. And every day, Marinette makes it a personal challenge to give him a different nickname. Little does she know that this little bit of fun will reveal Adrien’s other identity - Chat Noir.

 (Miraculous Ladybug AU where everything’s the same but they don’t know each other from school and Marinette doesn’t have a crush on Adrien…yet.)”

Kissing in the Rain by childoflightningg

“Actors Marinette and Adrien keep finding themselves kissing in the rain, yet can’t seem to express their feelings offscreen. Actors AU”

All You Need Is Love and a Cat by heymacareyna

“In a world where shapeshifting is real and Ladybug and Chat Noir are nothing more than a kids’ animated show, Adrien and Marinette part ways after high school. Adrien develops the ability to shift into a domestic black cat, and when he’s stranded in the rain one morning, a familiar face rescues him. After spending the day with her as a cat, he decides to befriend her in his human form as well.”

Scrawl Mates by Aspiring_Life

“Adrien Agreste is caught off guard one day when he finds out he has a soul mate connected to him by the power of art. Anything written on his skin appears on theirs, and he wants desperately to find the girl that covers him in beautiful art.”

Frisky Business by 1nner_sakura

“Marinette and Adrien have been slowly but surely getting to know each other since their identities were revealed, falling into a comfortable - if occasionally confusing and frustrating - relationship dynamic. They’re closer than they’ve ever been (although maybe not close enough for either of their liking), but this? 

Well, this might be a LITTLE more than they bargained for. 

 [Also known as the One Where Miraculouses have Strange Side-Effects, Adrien and Marinette Really Need to DTR, and Marinette Refuses to Be Kinkshamed.]“ 

Check Plus One by volti

“Marinette is finally going to do it. She’s finally going to ask Adrien on a date. Of course, this poses a bit of a problem when he asks her first.”

Sad Hats and Black Cats by littleangels

“And you’re absolutely sure that you’re fine…?” 

 Adrien nodded. “I’m pawsitive.” 

 Marinette still looked unconvinced. “Your heart’s not in the pun.” 

 “Is that really a legitimate reason to say I’m feeling down?” 

 “Well, there’s that and your sad hat.” 

 “I’m not… I’m not sad, Marinette. Will you please stop being so stubborn about it? I’m fine.” 

 “Look,” she began, “I know we aren’t as close as we used to be, but I’m your friend, Adrien. I’m one of your best friends. You can tell me if something happened. You know that, right?” She placed her hand on top of his. “I’m here for you. 

A Test of Courage by Zaphirite

Marinette still couldn’t believe that the carnival set up a huge attraction based on them. “Ladybug and Chat Noir: The 5D Experience!” flashed above their heads in bright red neon letters. Luckily, having a best friend who is also Ladybug’s #1 fan gives her the chance to secretly check it out. Unluckily, said best friend was plotting against her.

A Test of Strength by Zaphirite

Being a superhero isn’t all completely in the mask and magic. When her classmates see her muscled arms a challenge ensues, and Marinette is confident that she could take any of them on in an arm wrestling match. She’s swung from buildings and defeated countless akuma, surely she could beat a civilian. …right?

Paws Fur Coffee by Zaphirite

“He was so sure that Ladybug would already push him off a rooftop if she knew his civilian identity worked at a café called “Paws Fur Coffee” of all names (the owner is a dog person, but he’ll take it), but his flub on the chalkboard menu just topped it all off. 

 His neat handwriting read back to him: “Chai Noir”. 

 (In which Adrien Agreste has some really cool ideas about the special drink of the week and gets to know a regular customer.)”

Fireworks and Pizzazz by peonydee

“When Marinette’s interview is published at a local magazine, people’s reaction, she thought, are a bit excessive”

secret love song by pallasjoanna

One would expect a best friend of Nino’s to have more eclectic music tastes but Adrien has always been singular in his. He revels in cheesy pop songs and belts out anime openings in the shower (with perfect lyrics; she’s tried checking once), and he likes dancing to both when he’s alone or with close friends or with Marinette. The song starts off low and soft, and she playfully bats at his hair as he croons into her ear about being held in the street and being kissed on the dance floor.

 – 

 A rainy day, all too catchy songs, and attempted waltzing around the living room.

Duets by AlexMac

“So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets” AU 

 Alcohol mention warning”

paint and puns by psychopathicdorito

“Teamwork is something Marinette and Adrien are definitely good at, no questions asked. (Day #8 of Adrinette April. The topic for the day: acting like their alter egos).”

— PRESENCE

PAIRING: park jimin x reader

GENRE: taehyung’s younger sister reader, fluffy jimin who doesn’t care, supportive taehyung, a bit of an idol au, all around the softest thing ever

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

A/N: anon, we were thinking the same thing;) ok but i’ve been listening to so much akmu and i can’t, but also, can i talk about my love towards @hot-peppermint-tae shes amazing and the best person ever ilyyyyyy aniiiiiii

SUMMARY: In her presence, he was sure of his assumptions.

MASTERLIST || BE ACTIVE!

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anon said: That ask suddenly makes me want to read a story where jimin falls in love with taehyungs younger sister… If you’d like I feel like this would be a good request~

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“Oh hello!”

You shyly stood up, covering your mouth with your sleeves, your hands buried in the fabric of the oversized hoodie you had grown attached to. The studio you were given at BigHit was extremely small for two people, let alone the six boys who walked in chuckling. You bowed at each of them, holding back your embarrassment as you lacked makeup and cuter clothes than is expected of an idol. You had never met the boys besides your brother despite being from the same company and frequently attending one another’s concerts. You felt your cheeks reddening as they all bowed to you kindly before attempting to share the small couch that you had slept on multiple times. You did not understand why the six were visiting being that Taehyung’s birthday had passed, your heart beating as worries flooded your mind. Had you said something people thought was indirected towards Tae?

“Sorry for randomly visiting you,” Namjoon smiled warmly, and you shook your head and quickly excused them. You felt your heart aching at the sight of the boys sitting on top of one another due to the small space, and you quickly reached for small footstool that sat under your desk, setting it on the ground for one of them. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear while quietly apologizing, feeling embarrassed although the room was not your fault. “It’s alright, we can manage. You’re just like Taehyung!”

“She’s tiny though,” Jimin added, and you felt your cheeks redden as you took your seat again. Yoongi ended up getting off of Jungkook’s lap and sitting on the stool that rested close to the ground. The boys chuckled as the environment filled with semi-awkward air and the feeling of not knowing the beings who sat just across from you.

“Anyways, we came to thank you for the gifts you always send us. Every time we have an important day ahead of us, we come to the studio to see seven little presents with our names labeled on each of them. We ask Taehyung if he knew you were going to do something like that and he always says no. It is very kind of you to send us gifts and we wanted to thank you,” Jin explained, all the boys closely paying attention. You grinned faintly as Jin nodded and all of the boys began cheering. You were not used to your studio being so loud and compact, being that your group consists of you and Eron, and he’s even more quiet than you. “You also never write he same letter to any of us, each of them says something different. That is very cool.”

“You guys work so hard you deserve to be treated,” you shyly responded.

“Can we trade her for Tae?” Yoongi whispered, and soon the awkward energy floated away and replaced itself with joyous laughter. You understood the boys were very sweet, but you had never said anything more than a small hello to them. Taehyung often spoke of experiences he has happened with his six best friends, which has created a sense of admiration for you. Ever since they debuted, you have been delivering small little gifts to them every time Taehyung mentions an upcoming special occasion. The majority of the gifts are small desserts but a few times you made them matching things that have significant value in some way. Often, the boys are seen wearing or eating whatever you have made them. You hadn’t realized it had impacted them so much. “Taehyung does not know about this by the way; we planned it.”

“That’s so nice of you, thank you,” you bowed again, this time in your seat, not feeling as tense as you once did thanks to the light atmospheres that follow them. Jimin then reached behind him and grabbed a tiny box that was wrapped and had a cute bow atop of it. “You didn’t h—“

“Another difference – hyung always accepts gifts!” Jungkook stated, lifting his hand in the air to add emphasis on his declaration. You all continued laughing and before you could resume protesting, Jimin carefully handed you the box with a smile on his face. You quietly thanked him as he did so, his eyes meeting yours for a split second and forming small crescent moons because of his happy expression. Jimin returned to his seat on Namjoon’s lap; the boys all focusing their attention on you, someone who lacked social skills.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything, but thank you either way,” you began and watched as all of the boys nodded. You carefully took off the bow and then unwrapped the present. You then noticed it was a jewelry box from a fairly expensive brand, your eyes widening as you looked up at the boys. They all began laughing as you began attempting to convince them to return the item due to its costly price. “No I do not need this it is too expensive and I don’t want you guys to spend money on me. It is truly perfect just to come by—“

“You’re not getting out of this!” Hoseok laughed, and your face scrunched up in displeasure. You disliked anyone spending money on you, let alone some boys who simply paid you with keeping your older brother in a good, happy mood constantly with their presence. “Now go ahead, you deserve it!”

You bit your tongue before hesitantly opening the jewelry box, your eyes meeting a necklace with “Bangtan” across it. You previously had a necklace that matched with Taehyung’s, his name across the item, but one day you lost it while on tour and never found it again. You felt your heart hurting knowing the boys were basically asking you to become more close with them like you were with your brother, your eyes watering as you peered up and covered your mouth with your sleeve. It was easily the nicest thing that had ever been done for you, and they all began cooing.

“Don’t cry~!” Jimin squealed and everyone jumped off the couch rushing over to you. You then couldn’t help but laugh at how they all responded, covering your face with your sleeves as they all began talking in efforts to console you to the best of their abilities.

“If Taehyung finds out we made his little sister cry he will kill us; please don’t cry, Y/N!” Jin chuckled as one of the boys hugged you loosely. You smiled, wiping the few tears that had escaped while feeling as if you finally had made a better connection with the six boys who made your brother who he is. The boys all grinned while crowding in front of your face, chuckling lightly while all bickering over the opportunity to wipe the small tear that slid down your cheek. Jimin, the one hugging you, beat everyone and used his sleeve. They all grinned warmly rather than comment on your appearance, Jimin hugging you one more time before they all returned to their seats on the crowded couch, except for Yoongi of course who sat on the stool again. You felt like their happy virus personalities had worn off on you.

“I was right about what to get her!” Jimin clapped his hands.

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“Hobi~!” You cheered as the older boy arrived in the studio that once only occupied you, Tae, and Jimin. He smiled widely at your voice, rushing over and hugging you tightly. Due to the height difference, your face met perfectly with his chest which was easily the most comfortable and loving way to hug someone. Hoseok ruffled your hair before greeting the other boys, you returning to Jimin’s side being that you remained the closest with him still, aside from Taehyung. The studio visit was not for any specific reason; you all simply wanted to hang out and that was the closest clean place. Eron had gone to the restroom for a few moments, and once he arrived back he definitely would talk to Hoseok for at least an hour straight about nothing at all.

“I’m your favorite rapper, right?” Hobi grinned at you, setting his things down.  You bit your tongue and felt your cheeks warming, not replying as his eyes widened.  You couldn’t help but giggle and attempt to hide behind Jimin, who was a lot taller than you and stronger in all aspects.  Jimin laughed as he moved, you following right behind him to avoid being caught by Hoseok.

“Who is your favorite?” Hobi laughed, switching genuinely curious and wanting to change to become your favorite.  You clutched onto the back of Jimin’s shirt and remained quiet, and that was when you noticed the expression Hobi was giving Jimin.  Jimin must be smiling uncontrollably being that he knows and the others do not know.  You whined, understanding that Jimin has an inability to keep secrets from the boys, and that with only a few words Hoseok could have the answer he desired.  “I’ll tell Y/N something embarrassing.”

“Wait, Jimin knows her favorite rapper and I don’t?” Taehyung gasped, and you began squealing knowing that soon enough the answer would be out.  Taehyung began approaching the two of you beside Hobi, attempting to appear more intimidating than he actually is.

“Namjoon is her favorite!” Jimin shouted.

“Jimin~!”

The boys then proceeded to leave and get dinner and bring it back, leaving you and Jimin in the studio to your own devices.  At first, the two of you simply talked and took silly pictures in the mirror, but then that escalated to you feeling tired and wrapping yourself in Jimin’s large hoodie with your head resting in his lap.  The words you spoke sounded slurred, and Jimin couldn’t help but feel his cheeks redden at your adorable, sleepy personality that tugged on his heart.  To Jimin, you were the most pure person he had ever met, and he loved how you remained that way despite being friends with the boys and being in a group with Eron.  Jimin’s soft side came out with your presence, and he couldn’t hold himself back for much longer.

Jimin sighed to himself as your exhaustion got the best of you, watching as your eyes closed and your breathing slowed down.  He observed you for a while, taking in your appearance and simply wondering how he ever became such good friends with someone so beautiful.  Jimin reached for his phone after a few moments, taking a few pictures of your cute appearance.  It was no secret that Jimin had a crush on you, and it was so severe to the point of Taehyung even knowing.  Taehyung however, didn’t seem to mind for some weird reason.  Jimin tilted his head and watched your expressions change, the sleeves of his hoodie surpassing your hands.  You were truly small inside and out.

“W—“

“Shh!” Jimin whispered quickly in response to Eron, who greeted himself as we walked through the door. Everyone’s expression changed once their eyes landed on you, who continued to sleep peacefully as if nothing had ever happened and you were in your bed. The boys all quietly sat down, smiling faintly at the sight of you asleep on the boy who found himself more protective than your own brother. Jimin smiled at the three boys as they sat down, handing Jimin the takeout he had asked for and a pair of chopsticks, continuing on despite having you asleep on his lap. Jimin attempted to quietly open the container, successfully not waking you up even though your face scrunched up for a few moments beforehand. He carefully ate his food above you, watching closely to make sure he did not miss his mouth.

“Can she sleep over with us?” Hoseok pouted at Taehyung, who shrugged and agreed without giving it a second thought. Eron grinned widely knowing that he was also invited, peering over to you, the girl who he had taken care of whenever no one else could. Eron loved you like his little sister, being the most happy in your presence and having the ability to speak and act more confidently with you around. He understood that if he was with anyone else he would not be the current version of himself, and he loved you for everything you had ever done.

“I trust you guys, just don’t abuse that,” Taehyung instructed, and both Hobi and Jimin nodded obediently. Taehyung smiled at the sight of his sister sleeping peacefully, understanding that more nights than most she does not experience such a thing. “She can stay with you, Jimin.”

“Really?” Jimin gazed at Taehyung, who glanced down at his sister before meeting Jimin’s eyes again, smiling warmly while nodding.

“As long as she wants to,” Taehyung nodded while filling his mouth with food to avoid continuing the conversation. All the boys grinned happily at the thought of you spending the night, especially with the boy who appeared to like you a lot more than anyone could ever expect. Jimin blushed as he ate the remaining bits of his food, feeling like a child who just got praised. Taehyung whispered, “He’s so happy.”

“Of course he is,” Eron chuckled, peering at the younger boy who was definitely in a better mood than he had been throughout the entire day. Eron knew one secret that Jimin might not, and that was that you had a tiny crush on Jimin, you just did not know how to even bring up the thought.

-

“What was that, Y/N? You like me?” Jimin teased as he sat across from you on what some would call your first date. In reality, you had invited him over to watch a movie and he had confessed after stating that you already had while sleeping. You squirmed on the couch, covering yourself up with the fluffy blanket that you once shared with Jimin. You hid your face, not getting too far from Jimin being that he is always two steps ahead of you. Jimin trapped you between his arms, his hair moving as he hovered above you, his forehead revealed more than it typically was. You grinned while reaching out to touch it, laughter filling the atmosphere as Jimin gave up on appearing manly at all around you. Jimin laughed before sitting back down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest as your eyes met his. “You’re so childish and pure, Y/N; I love you.”

“What was that, Jimin? You love me?” You stated, your cheeks red from being so shy, yet curious about what could come amongst of the conversation. Jimin scrunched his face up, not speaking a word as he kept his vision locked on you. You were shocked at his words, yet for some reason you hadn’t processed them. You murmured faintly, “you love me?”

“And what if I do?” Jimin placed his hands on his hips, imitating a child like you often did to get what you wanted. You smiled, shrugging while momentarily facing the movie that both of you had completely gone oblivious to. You could tell that much had already occurred, and that it required to be rewin—

That would be the moment Jimin pressed his soft lips onto yours, a small bit of confidence flowing around his head as he held onto the sides of your face. You melted at his touch, your stomach feeling as if it had a million butterflies trapped in a tsunami rather than the thoughts of a simple kiss. It was much more than simple however — it was your first kiss with the first boy you ever seriously liked.

“I was right about you being perfect for me.”

“Jiminie~!”

MASTERLIST || BE ACTIVE!

Saying Thank You to Sarah J Maas

If you can’t afford to go to one of SJM’s signings, or she’s not touring close to you, this is designed to be a chance to say thank you to her.

So for me personally, SJM’s books came at a time where their content saved my life, and continue to be something that helps me through the days from time to time. I know others feel similarly, or that they’ve found SJM’s books to be a major source of happiness/inspiration/etc in their lives. 

So Sarah J Maas is doing a Fan Event on Wednesday November 22nd 2017, At Emmanuel Centre, Marsham Street, Westminster, London. 

@abookandacoffee, @my-name-is-fireheart, and I are lucky enough to be attending this event, since we’ll be in London at a time. A random selection of participants will have the chance to go up and talk to Sarah. 

I’m used to never being able to meet American Authors/Celebrities etc. because I live in the middle of nowhere, so for me this is an insane, impossible, fantastic opportunity. But you know, not everyone has this privilege to thank someone who’s helped them. 

So this may sound cheesy as fuck, but we wanted to try and compile as many people as would like to enter’s letters/notes/fandrawings/etc to Sarah. The current plan is to print them out, bind them in a folder or book or something, and give it to her as a ‘from the fandom’ kind of thing. Of course, each ‘work’ can be signed by whoever wrote it. You can add your social media details to it if you’d like to!

The aim is that anyone who wants to can get to let Sarah know how much her work is appreciated. She’s been sick and had illness in the family, and still continued to give us content. So you know, if ever a ‘THANK YOU’ was appropriate for her, it’d probably be now. 

Below I’ll list the current ‘rules’ for entries to keep everything positive, but here are the main details for how to ‘enter’ your submission to be printed in the final book:

  • You can email it to the email I’ve set up for this at ‘sjmlondonmeet@gmail.com’. If you use this method, I will reply to let you know I’ve received the entry, and then again once it’s been checked over and made sure there’s nothing that could get her sued.
  • You can post it here on tumblr, and tag me in it. Please MESSAGE ME/Send me an ask with a link just in case, because tumblr is a poo-bum sometimes. I’ll respond as soon as I’ve seen it, and again once it’s been verified. 

  • If neither of those work, you can message it to me directly! Or send it in an ask - if this is on anon however, it is up to you to check back to see that everything’s gone through a-okay!

ADDITIONALLY (For Those Attending The Event):

If you are attending this event and WOULD LIKE TO help out, please let me know. At the moment we have a 3 out of however many chance of being able to explain this to her. Hopefully we can drop it off to her regardless of if we get to go up to and meet her, but it’d be nicer if someone can go up to her and let her know in person WHAT it is. SO, if you are attending and would like to, if you get to go up to her, hand in the folder/book, please let me know either here or at the email! Closer to the event, I will message you about co-ordinating stuff at the event itself. 

Rules For Works:

  • No Fanfiction. SJM could get sued for reading our Fanfic so let’s not thank her with a court case, yeah?
  • No hate speech. You can definitely say ‘I would love to see more lesbians in your work’ or mention a thing or two that you would like to receive more attention/improvement, but if the whole thing reads like an ANTI-SJM blog post none of us feel comfortable forcing that upon her.
  • Nothing swearing heavy. I swear like a sailor but I don’t know how SJM feels about it so let’s keep it RELATIVELY clean (i.e. not every other word)
  • No pornography. You can submit smutty artwork since I’m sure SJM of all people would appreciate a saucy Feysand scene, but nothing that would only be allowed in a porno (i.e. no downstairs ‘accessories’ if you catch my drift). 
  • I’m not setting a maximum word count, but I don’t want to print off 100 pages so let’s keep it to a couple or so pages maximum per person? Thanks.

Updates for this will be kept a track of under the tag ‘thankyousjm’. If anyone has any ideas on how to refine this, let me know, but this is aiming to be a chill, nice thing. I owe this fandom a lot for keeping me a happy chappy, so idk. It sounds SUPER CORNY and EW SENTIMENT but I wanted to help do a ‘give back’ thing so… yeah. 

If you’re not interested in it but ARE a SJM blog, maybe consider reblogging it so people who might like to participate know about it? Idk, I just want us to be able to give SJM a HUGE book of thank yous so yeah that’s me being a sucker for cheese. 

Thanks Guys!

so like two months ago for my Hellish Day of Travelling an anon requested “some post-ending shakarian fluff” and because I am mORTIFYINGLY SLOW the sketch I started on that day in response…is now finally finished!! I got carried away and kept making it more complicated and it just took longer and longer… but yeah! finally done! here are the shepard-vakarians and their post-destroy adopted family. as usual, BIG BIG thanks to @masseffectgayliens for being a total babe and letting me blather at them to figure out headcanons :)

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hush, blush, crush [ bill x reader ]

summary: billy draws (name)’s picture

a/n: this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 11 and prompt scary story. YA I KNOW, I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST IT YESTERDAY BUT I HAD NO TIME OK. also! sortha this request from anon:  hi! can you please do a bill x reader where the reader is bill’s girlfriend/best friend who has a crush on him and she comes across his sketch book and the pictures he drew of beverly? and there’s just a lot of angst and jealousy and maybe ending with some fluff? :)

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MASTERLIST.

The forest oozes with dazing scents. Summer. The night’s sky is littered with bright stars with golden threads around them, and the moon hangs just above the tree tops, almost as if it’s watching over your notorious group of friends. A series of tents stand in a strange circle around a log fire that radiates warmth and nearly blinding light. The Losers Club sits on found logs, huddled together with marshmallows melting on the tips of their held sticks, with blankets over their shoulders. Your hair drips with chilly water sending a shudder down your spine. The wind rustles wet clothes hung on wires and branches.

“-And…and…it’s…” Richie is the one speaking in a hushed, raspy voice. Next to him Eddie looks anxious, grasping his inhaler fiercely and waiting for the story to end. All eight of you took turns in telling scary stories by the camp fire. Naturally, Richie’s is the longest and the most interesting one - the kid is quite a good storyteller, and if he was only half as annoying as he is now, you’d probably have a crush on him instead. A curious whisper rounds the crowd – who is it?, you all wonder – leaning in closer to the fire to hear Richie better, “It’s…it’s….EDDIE’S MOM!”

“Dude! What the hell is wrong with you?” Eddie bellows, inhaling deeply. You refrain from rolling your eyes as the rest of the group replies in weak snorts and an occasional snicker. Figures it was something to do with Eddie’s mom, why else would Richie Trashmouth Tozier be interested in flapping his mouth if it wasn’t to somehow insult or ridicule? You shake your head, and Beverly sends you a cheeky smile, nudging your shoulder. You glance at her. Wordless, she bites her lip and motions to the boy sitting next to you. You frown at her, but refrain from uttering a single word.

Speaking of crushes, yours is just a few inches away, leaning close to the fire and watching carefully when for his marshmallow is done cooking. William “Bill” Denbrough sits in a respectable distance – he had, by accident, sat too close and hurriedly apologized and moved to give you some personal space. Not that you could complain, he had been beside you (thanks to the strategic placing of Ben and Beverly) all day. You couldn’t ask for more than that, even if you did feel a tad of disappointment when he had scooted closer to Mike.

Little by little the gang trickles into their tents. Beverly stays for a while, mostly waiting up for you to be done eating, but you simply shoo her away. The camp fire grows smaller; the silhouettes of you and Bill shine clear to whoever peeks out their tents. Beverly gives a knowing smile before wishing the both of you goodnight. Finally, for the first time in a long while, you and Bill are left alone.

The crackling of the fire lulls your heavy eyes and you feel the first notes of sleep calls you. But you stay alert. Your heart hammers in an unruly pace once you glance at him; his childish face appears happier in the dark, the bags under his eyes aren’t that deep and a spark of genuine joy reflects in the depths of his irises.  You blush, or perhaps it’s simply the hot flame that tickles your cheeks. You look down at your knees: a couple of bruises dot the surface of your skin, no doubt you had rammed into something by accident, though you can’t quite remember. A corner of a dark blue book catches your eye. With a curious brow raised you ask, “Hey, what’s that?”

“O-Oh…” Bill knows exactly what you’re talking about, and a bit unruly he swoops the sketchpad from the dry ground. He holds it, unsure of what to do next, “I-I-I-It’s my sketchb-b-book. Y-Y-Y-You c-can look, i-if you w-want t-t-to, t-that is.” He sounds nervous, more nervous than usual and his stutter is worse. With a soft smile you nod, hoping to ease him. He blinks rapidly as he places it on your lap. A chill creeps up your spine and you shiver. Bill licks his lower lip, “A-A-A-A-A” it takes almost thirty A’s for him to finally say “-are you c-co-cold, (N-Name)?” The wool blanket covering your shoulders has grown damp over the course of the day, but you simply shrug, not wanting to bother him. So he takes action on his own.

He avoids your gaze, opting to stare into the fire as if trying to engrave its mesmerizing dance into his mind. He takes his blanket and throws it over your shoulders, scooting close to you so you’d both share it equally. The proximity is a bit alarming; you fear your heart may pop out, but most of all you fear that he can hear the drumming from this close up. You gulp. Daze seeps into you, into your very bones and warms from within. It’s nice. After a moment you get used to this feeling, the feeling that the whole universe is at your fingertips and planets collide at the simple touch. Bill waits patiently for you to open the first page, and with a new wave of energy, you pry it open and—

Your heart shatters into a million brilliant pieces, like glass it spews all over the sky and becomes stars. Beverly. Beverly’s face drawn in a pretty red color; she looks just as beautiful as she does in real life. Of course he would draw her, why wouldn’t he? They kissed in third grade, you can’t fake such passion! A spike of jealousy pools in your stomach and the idea of simply throwing his sketchbook straight into the fire is tempting. But you refrain. You dive deep into sadness – there is no hope for you, is there? – just like you dived deep into the quarry this morning. Your throat ties in knots and shakily you breathe out, “Beautiful…” You murmur, a somber note in your voice but whether Bill can tell you have no clue.

He looks at you, examines the curl of your lashes, the waves your wet hair makes, the way orange and yellow colors play on your face and says, “Not as beautiful as you, (Name).” It’s a whisper, one you almost fail to catch but you do. You gulp hard, a spark of hope lighting up like a small flame that gradually grows larger as you tilt your head to look at him; your eyes meet in the dark, you note sparks of embers dance in his gaze as he catches each and every detail of your face. Grasshoppers play their silent tune somewhere behind you. Magnetic. The touch is magnetic, his touch on your wrist as it slowly glides into your palm and your fingers intertwine. “W-W-W-Would you l-like me t-to draw you, too?”

“N-Now?” You ask flustered. He gives a curt nod. You almost want to say ‘No’ because you don’t want to part, but the thought of having him sketch you grows more appealing by the moment. So you agree. He grins sheepishly and excuses himself to get some pencils from his tent. Your side grows cold much too soon as you wait for him to return. Is this real? You wonder. And will this exist even after the night fades into dawn and all of your friends awake? These questions are pressing and difficult, much too difficult for someone as young as you.

Bill emerges from the tent with a goofy smile and tip-toes back to you, sitting just as close as he did before leaving, taking his sketchpad and opening a blank page he grabs a red pencil and looks at you, “Oh, uhm, what should I do?”

“S-S-Smile.” The reaction is automatic to his request – the biggest, dorkiest grin blooms on your lips in a show of pure happiness. Bill stares for a long while, a small smile of his own pulling on the corner of his lip.

“Uhm, Bill?”

“Y-Yeah, (N-Name)?”

“You’re not drawing.”

Oh!”

He hurriedly gets to work. His hand glides through the paper, shapes slowly start forming; he glances up at you every two to three seconds to make sure each detail is created with impeccable precision. The night goes in silence, but neither of you mind. The real world fades into the back of your mind and for the time being only you and Bill exist in the warm glow of the campfire. But the sweet dream ends much too soon, and when he finally looks up one last time, you inhale sharply and the grin that had dimmed over the course of an hour comes back in full swing. Bill scribbles something on the top of the picture; thinking he’s done drawing you lean in and rest your head on his shoulder to get a better look.

There lies your portrait, a bit cartoonish, but it’s still you and surprising accurate, too. Like Beverly’s, but it would be obvious to anyone that he had put much more work into yours. On the top left corner there are two words scribbled, which is your name.

“I-I-I-I wi-will k-keep it, if-if you d-d-d-doo-don’t mind, (Name).” Bill says, “I-I can d-d-d-d-raw you another o-one n-next t-t-t-t-t-t-tim-me.”

“Next time?”

Bill nods, “M-M-Maybe th-then there c-c-c-could b-be just t-the tw-two of us.”

The best way to describe this feeling is to name it as a firework, powerful and ultraviolet, “O…okay. Just the two of us, Billy.”

“J-Just the two o-of us, (N-Nickn-name).”



end.


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today i have lost 19 followers (and counting) and received 8 anons telling me (in various ways) to go fuck myself, despite the fact that i have not been rude to anyone, have not called rick names, have not directly messaged or tagged rick in any form, and have not ever made any personal attacks against him or anyone who has disagreed with me. the rudest thing i did today was not say please and thank you as much as i normally do (which is too much i know sorry), and also that post where i told people to make their own posts rather than replying to mine with insults.

if you honestly, truly think that a millionaire author who literally makes a living off writing books that are deliberately marketed to minority youth shouldn’t be held accountable for his horrible representation of female characters, and wlw characters especially, then good riddance to you. 

i am allowed to be mad that someone who just won an award for supposedly being such a fantastic ally has turned around and told us that we are perpetuating harmful stereotypes of ourselves and that it would be impossible for him to write a few sentences that made it clear that reyna had fallen prey to compulsory heterosexuality and never actually had feelings for percy or jason in the first place. (which wouldn’t be hard, considering how weakly those subplots were written in the first place!)

but whatever. you’re entitled to unfollow me, that’s fine. you are not, however, entitled to come into my replies or my inbox and tell me that i am being ‘too harsh’ and ‘a cry baby’ and ‘a fucking bitter lesbian’ (read my bio next time!) ‘who couldn’t write half as well as rick’ and that i should ‘try publishing something then if it’s so easy’. do not send me messages talking about how i should ‘go die’ for ‘hurting rick’s feelings’ when it’s perfectly obvious that none of you give a shit about the feelings of real live vulnerable lesbians and bi women who have just been told by an author they trusted that their very existence is a harmful stereotype. all of you are being horrible and immature and adding nothing conducive to the perfectly valid discussion around the complete and utter lack of wlw characters within rick’s books, which is not going to stop just because you’re stamping your feet and throwing a tantrum.

rick doesn’t need you to fight his battles for him. he is old and rich and famous and can quite easily distance himself from this, if he doesn’t want to fix it. but the young girls who aren’t straight that read his books do need people like me to fight for them, because they have to read an old, rich, famous author they admired telling them their opinions don’t matter, and they have to see that point of view regurgitated by people on this hellsite, and they deserve better than that.

your annoyance at seeing these posts does not outweigh the harm this has done to the confidence and self worth of girls in this fandom.

percy jackson would be absolutely disgusted with all of you, and so am i.

Drabbles!!

(A/N) So, I finally collected my favourite drabbles. Most of those below are from another blog, but I just can’t find him/her. So if those are your drabbles or you know the user those drabbles are from, please let me know, so I can give them the credit they deserve!
How this works: Choose one or more prompts and a character and send me your request. You can do it as an anon, but if you do it non-anon like, I can tag you. And if you’d like any more details to be added (who says the line, for example) just add it to the request. You can find a list of characters I write for down below.
The things you send me, will be turned into a oneshot.

1. “Close your eyes.“ – „I swear, if you’re doing something strange, I’ll kill you!”

2. “Are you…flirting with me?” – “About damned time you notice!”

3. “Please stop smiling at me. I keep messing everything up when you look at me like that!”

4. “You look so comfy and cuddle-able!”

5. “I can’t believe, how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re eating breakfast in my shirt.”

6. “No…it’s just like…I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

7. “You can hurt yourself with that.” – uses weapon skilfully – “You were saying?”

8. “You know, to be a smartass, you have to be smart. Otherwise you’re just an ass.”

9. “IS THAT PAINT?” – “Nope, just my blood.”

10. “That looks infected.” – “It’s fine.” – “You’re dying!” – “Well…that’s fine too.”

11. “I can save you.” – “No, you can’t.”

12. “Do you think at all before you speak?”

13. “You know, unlike some other people, I don’t sleep with everyone I make eye contact with.”

14. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.”

15. “I’ve made so many mistakes, but you’re not one of them.”

16. “You, didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you!”

17. “Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call me.”

18. “Who are we ignoring?”

19. “I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face with words.”

20. “You’re one insult away from starting a war.”

21. “I love you from the bottom from my heart, but I don’t trust you cooking. So stay out of my kitchen.”

22. “I have nothing to apologise for.”

23. “Don’t judge because I’m quiet. No one plans a murder out loud.”

24. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?” – “Not interested, thanks though.”

25. “I’m going to kill you!” – “Daring/Dude, I’m already dead.”

26. “It’s hard to have a heart, when you stopped so many others.”

27. “I’d like to apologies to everyone, for what’s about to happen.”

28. “Death is the only god, who will come if you call.”

29. “God damnit!” – “You can’t say that!” – “Okay. Satan bless it!”

30. “I hate you.” – “Why? I’m lovely!”

31. “Why were you trying to kill me?” – “I was hired to.”

32. “You’re…” – “Beautiful, gorgeous, immensely talented-“ – “…dangerous.”

33. “I know the voices aren’t real, but man, they come up with some great ideas!”

34. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”

35. “You see, my idea of ‘help from above’, is a sniper.”

36. “You’re a psychopath.” – “I prefer creative.”

37. “Excuse me? Which level of hell is this?”

38. “Fuck an apology! I’m not sorry for anything!”

39. “Who are you? Death?” – “Sometimes. Not today though.”

40. “I’d rather be spilling blood.”

41. “Spoiler alert: everybody dies.”

42. “No! I’m not feeling violent. I’m feeling creative with weapons.”

43. “Don’t you feel lonely living in your own little world?” – “Don’t you feel powerless living in other people’s world?”

44. “I may have, accidently adopted five cats.”

45. “The problem is: if I kiss you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

46. “I can lose everything! But not you, oh god, not you!”

47. “Kill me if you must, but I will not bow to a king, who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he’s taken.”

48. “I am the monster you created.”

49. “Why should I apologies for being the monster I’ve become? No one ever apologised for making me this way!”

50. “The chains may be broken, but are you truly free?”

51. “The devil’s got nothing on me, my friend.”

52. “Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.”

53. “Can I stay in the reality of your universe? Mine sucks.”

54. “So, what’s your plan?” – “My plan was to follow your plan!”

55. “I do what I want and you’ll do what you’re told!”

56. “This is my life now. I climbed that hill and I’ll die upon it.” – “Shut up! We’ve only been hiking for like five minutes!”

57. “I’m getting the distinct feeling that I’m not welcome here.”

58. “Don’t bleed on my floor!”

59. “…I think I broke him/her.”

60. “You’ve got to believe me!” – “Sorry, but I tend to not believe compelling liars.”

61. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.” – “You’re immortal. And I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.”

62. “I know it’s three in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.”

63. “If you walk out that door…don’t you ever come back.”

64. “Will you just let me think for a minute and let me think?!”

65. “Ignore me. I didn’t see anything.”

66. “I’m in love…shit.”

67. “You look…” – “Beautiful, I know. Can we please move on now?”

68. “I’ve never stood a chance, did I?” – “That’s the sad part. You once did.”

69. “I thought you forgot about me.” – “Never.”

70. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

71. “We have like five people trying to kill us. What are we gonna do?” – “Well, it’s more like nine.” – “Oh well, I’m sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”

72. “Oh, look at all the pretties!” – “Can you please stop talking about assault rifles, the same way you talk about shoes?”

73. “I am way to sober for this shit.”

74. “Stop that.” – “Stop what?” – “That thing you’re doing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

75. “Take my hand.” – “Why?” – “I’m trying to ask you to marry me! So, take my damned hand!”

76. “Well, do as I say, not as I do.”

77. “Come here.” – “Why?” – “Just come here!” – “No, you’re gonna hit me!”

78. “I’m fine.” – “You don’t look fine.” – “Then stop looking.”

79. “You need to stop doing that!” – “Doing what?” – “Things that make me want to kiss you.”

80. “I’m not a doctor, but I think he’s dead.”

81. “I’d love to insult you, but I’m afraid I won’t do as well as nature did.”

82. “Want to come over? Nobody’s home.” – “On my way.” – “I’m here, where are you?” – “Told you nobody’s home.”


Characters:

Divergent:

  • Eric
  • Four

Hunger Games:

  • Peeta
  • Gale
  • Finnick

The walking dead:

  • Daryl
  • Negan
  • Rick
  • Glenn

NCIS:

  • Gibbs

Criminal MInds:

  • Hotchner
  • Spencer

Lord of the rings:

  • Aragorn
  • Legolas
  • Frodo
  • Sam
  • Merry
  • Pippin

The Hobbit:

  • Thranduil

White Collar:

  • Neal

Percy Jackson:

  • Percy
  • Luke

Riverdale:

  • Jughead
  • FP Jones

Harry Potter:

  • Harry
  • Ron
  • Draco
  • Fred & George
  • Tom Riddle
  • Snape
  • Neville

Marvel:

  • Loki
  • Thor
  • Captain America
  • Iron Man

Actors:

  • Tom Hiddleston
  • Benedict Cumberbatch
  • Jeffrey Dean Morgan
  • Sebastian Stan
  • Jai Courtney
  • Tom Felton
  • Jeremy Renner
  • Bill Skarsgard

YouTube:

  • Dan Howell
  • Markiplier

anonymous asked:

if this makes you uncomfy pls ignore me and i apologize in advance, but it's a situation hitting rly close to home right now and i could use some chocobro support so, i was wondering if i could ask for how the chocobros would handle it if their s/o was being harassed by an awful ex? not in person but by texts, email, rumors etc. just being super mean and all-around gross. ;-;

Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that, anon! That is definitely not okay and I’d be calling someone to go beat them up asap. If that’s not an option, then block them on everything you can! Nobody deserves harassment. I hope the chocobros can cheer you up a bit for the time being.

Sending all our love & support~

—Leigh


Absolutely none of the guys will take this matter lightly. Though some of them may not show it as much as the others— they will be livid. Make no mistake when I say that they will be your literal knight in shining armor. Nobody messes with their s/o, no matter who they are— or used to be.

Noctis

You’ve been trying to keep it from him— downplaying the entire situation. The texts, the calls, the emails, all of them you open but delete, checking over your shoulder every time Noctis may be around. The last thing he needs is to be bothered with this nonsense when he’s got princely-business to attend to. After all, the two of you are fresh into your relationship and you certainly don’t want to bring your old dirty laundry into the mix.

However, the ruse isn’t kept up forever. The prince may be lazy, but he’s no fool. He catches you the first evening you decide to stay the night at his apartment. It was supposed to be a momentous thing— a mile stone, if you will— and it had been… until your phone started going off while you were in his bathroom brushing your teeth.

You don’t hear it over the water, but you do hear Noctis say something about a call coming in. Thinking that it’s your overzealous best friend hitting you up for deets on the prince’s preference of underwear, you tell him to answer it— chuckling to yourself when you picture your friend’s reaction.

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I’m Not a Kid: Part 2

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: smut, dirty talk

Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;) 

part one


It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgotten that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.

They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.

As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.

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BTS Reaction to: Their girlfriend getting a lot of hate

Anon asked: “Hi there! If requests are still open could u make a reaction of bts dating a muslim girl, and now shes getting alot of hate ?? and maybe if youre comfortable enough, she starts to have suicidal thoughts ?? like your my favourite writer now okay and im gonna have a mental breakdown if u reply to this!!! I LOVE YOU <3”

Author’s note: First of all THANK YOU that really means a lot to me! Second of all I decided to not go for a certain religion because just as with the name things I want everyone to relate to this. I don’t want to limit it to certain things such as names for example. I hope you can understand that. Gifs aren’t mine. x 

Warnings: Mentions of suicidal thoughts. If you’re not comfortable with that please don’t read this. x 


You knew that dating and Idol would come with getting some hate from ‘fans’. Even though the majority of the fandom would eventually warm up to the idea and accept it, there’s always some immature people who feel the need to tell you that you’re not worthy of dating him and that you should kill yourself. This happens in every fandom and you were prepared to get some hate, but you weren’t prepared for this. You always thought sending people you don’t even know hate just because they’re dating someone you like them as well was total bullshit and you still think that up to this day. But when every comment on your social media is filled with negativity it’s not hard to doubt yourself. Doubt if you’re indeed even worthy of dating him. Doubt if you’re indeed ugly and fat. And doubt if you shouldn’t just end it to get rid of all the hate. 

Your boyfriend knew that you got hate and that really hurt him. However, he didn’t know what kind of hate you got. He thought it was just immature stuff like calling you fat and ugly but when he saw that his ‘fans’ told you that you should kill yourself he really started to worry and ran up to your room. Not even knocking on the door before opening it. When he saw you curled up underneath the covers, sobbing uncontrollably he felt his heart break into tiny little pieces. 


Seokjin: 

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

It would hurt Seokjin that people felt the need to send you hate. They judged your relationship based on what they saw not what it was like in reality. Besides, they didn’t even know you and the things they sent were just really immature stuff. However, Seokjin knew that getting a lot of hate for a certain period of time could really knock someone’s confidence. So he wasn’t surprised when he found you curled up underneath the covers in your bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed as he pulled the covers down enough to gently run his fingers through your hair. He loved his fans but he didn’t approve of them sending this immature stuff just because you were dating him. They didn’t even know you and he was sure that if they did, they’d love you. Seokjin moved you so your head was resting in his lap as he gently stroked your hair, trying to calm you down a little. 

“I’ve read the comments baby. I know what they’re saying to you. Please know that they’re just jealous and that this is absolutely ridiculous. I love you and they should know that. If they feel the need to send you this type of stuff they’re not real fans. I’ll tell them what I think about it tomorrow, okay? Just please know that I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.” 

“So you don’t agree with them?” 

“Of course not Princess. You’re absolutely beautiful and I’ll love you no matter what.” 


Yoongi: 

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Yoongi knew hate comments were a part of it and he got used to it after a while. He knew the haters were just jealous and immature people, but that didn’t mean their words didn’t hurt. Yoongi learned how to shrug them off over the years but you didn’t. You hadn’t gotten used to it and figured you never could get used to it. It just really hurt you that people would send you still like that just because you were dating Yoongi. So when you read that you should just go and kill yourself you cracked. You ran up to your room and hid under the covers, sobbing uncontrollably as you let all your sadness out. Yoongi’s heart broke at the sight of you looking so sad. He didn’t expect you to take it so badly so he climbed in bed with you and pulled you against him. Gently running his fingers through your hair as he pressed soft kisses all over your face, kissing away your tears. 

“Why are you so sweet to me? Don’t you agree with them?” 

“Of course not Jagi. They’re just immature people who think sending you hate will get me to break up with you, which isn’t gonna happen.” 

You flashed him a soft smile as you nuzzled your face against his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he rested his chin on top of your head. 

“I’ll never let go of you Jagiya, no matter how much hate they send. I love you.” 

“I love you too Yoongi.” 


Hoseok: 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Tears filled Hoseok’s eyes as he saw you curled up underneath the sheets. He knew getting hate was hard, especially when people told you that you should just kill yourself. Hoseok wanted to make sure that you knew how special you were to him. So he wiped his tears before joining you in bed, straddling your waist and tickling your sides. You whined as you tried to push him off, which obviously didn’t work. You couldn’t help but laugh as he continued attacking your sides. Tickling had always been one of your weaknesses and he knew that. Hoseok felt a lot better seeing you smile and wiped your tears before pressing kisses to your cheeks. You giggled at the feeling as you stared up at him. Your eyes were still showing sadness but there was also another emotion visible, love. 

“Y/N, I know it’s hard but please don’t listen to them. They really don’t know what they’re talking about.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because they don’t know you, or us.” 

You sighed in defeat before letting your head fall back against the pillow. Hoseok moved to lay down on top of you as he gently brushed your hair out of your face. 

“Maybe we can do a livestream tomorrow and talk to people about it. I think that could actually help and give people a clear image of what we’re really like together. It will probably stop some of the hate.” 

“You think?” “I’m sure.” 

“Okay, let’s do it.” 


Namjoon: 

Originally posted by ksjknj

As someone who’s dealt with a lot of hate himself he knew exactly how you were feeling. You know you should just get over it but when you get so much hate every single day it doesn’t take long before you start to believe that what they’re saying is actually true. What he didn’t understand however was why people told you to kill yourself. Was that really all because you were dating him? Namjoon didn’t even want to spend his time on immature people like that and instead focused on making you feel better. He knew you weren’t exactly confident and that this must have only made you more insecure than you already were. So when he saw you hiding underneath the covers he let out a deep sigh before lifting you out of bed. Namjoon knew that laying in bed the entire day would only make you more depressed than you already were. 

So he took you downstairs and sat you down on the couch. He went to the kitchen to make some tea for you before he pulled you close and put on a nice movie. He knew he’d have to talk to you about this eventually but right now didn’t seem like a good time. You were very emotionally unstable and at this point he just wanted to make you feel better, not worse. Once the movie ended you felt a lot better and Namjoon knew that this was a good time to talk to you about it. 

“Maybe I can talk in an interview about it and try to explain to the fans how much I love you? That way they might realize that sending you hate is just stupid and unnecessary.” 

“You’d do that for me?” 

“Of course baby. Anything to make you feel better. Besides I do not tolerate this kind of behavior from them. This is just crazy.”  


Jimin: 

Originally posted by professional-fangirling

Jimin knew exactly how you felt when he saw you laying underneath the sheets. People told him to lose weight and when he finally did they said that he should get abs again. It took him a long time to realize that it shouldn’t matter that those people thing, just as long as he’s happy with himself. But he also knew how hard it was to realize that when you got hate comments like that every single day. Let alone when you got hate comments saying that you should just end it. He didn’t understand why people felt the need to do that. If they knew what you were like they’d absolutely love you. He was sure about that. So Jimin tried to come up with a way to let the people know that they should stop sending hate and that he loved you very much. 

Once you had calmed down from your breakdown he pulled you in your lap and snapped a cute photo of you two together before posting it on Twitter. He made sure to add that he loved you dearly and that the people should stop sending hate comments. Surprisingly it worked. After about 5 minutes Jimin saw nothing but love in the comments. A bright smile spread across his face as he showed you the tweets. You felt your heart warm at the sweet comments as happy tears spilled down your cheeks, making him chuckle. 

“Jagiya! I’m trying to cheer you up and now you’re crying again!” 

“I’m sorry! I’m just not used to people saying nice things about me and this is just really sweet. I love you Jimin. So much.” 

“I love you too Y/N. You know that.” 


Taehyung: 

Originally posted by rapnamu

Taehyung took a deep breath before gently pushing your hair back and climbing on top of you. He removed the covers from your body so he could see you and pressed kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle. Taehyung felt a lot better seeing you smile again but he knew he had to so something. He simply couldn’t handle seeing you like this more often. Especially when he coudl fix the problem. Just like Namjoon Taehyung would come up with a way to tell the fans how proud he was of your relationship. Seeing you so sad broke his heart and he didn’t want to see you like that every again. So when the interviewer mentioned you Taehyung took that as his chance to clear things up and to tell the fans how happy he was with you. 

“I just want to say that I’m really happy with Y/N and it really hurts me that some people feel the need to send hate to her. I love her so much she doesn’t deserve this. She really is amazing and I wish people could see that.” 

“You’re really happy with her aren’t you?” The interviewer asked, making Taehyung smile brightly. The others laughed at their friend’s behavior as they all looked at him with fond smiles on their faces. 

“I definitely am. She means everything to me and despite all the hate she gets she still manages to see the good in people. I really do admire that in her.” 

“Seems like you two are a great couple!” 

After the interview aired your Instagram page was filled with nothing but love and apologies. You seriously couldn’t thank Taehyung for everything he did for you. 


Jungkook: 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jungkook would be hurt that people would sent you stuff like that. He simply didn’t understand why they’d hate on such a sweet and lovely girl like you. Was it really all because you were dating him? He just didn’t get it at all. It broke his heart when he saw you sobbing so he needed to come up with something to make it stop. Jungkook knew that you were in no rational state to talk to people so he sat down next to you, rested your head on his lap as he started Vlive. In the mean time your sobs had quieted down and you were looking up at him. You weren’t sure what he was doing but as soon as he started talking you realized what was going on. 

“Hey everyone. I’m doing this vlive because I’ve noticed that a lot of people send hate comments to my lovely girlfriend for absolutely no reason. If you knew her you’d like her just as much as I do. She means everything to me and I love her so much. It really hurts her to read stuff like that and seeing her so sad really hurts me too. I’m not asking you to support our relationship. All I’m asking is for you to support it. If you’re really my fan you want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy. Really happy even.” 

He looked down to see you smiling at him with teary eyes. Quickly wiping them before wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Just looking at her makes my heart beat faster. She’s laying on my lap right now if you’re wondering why I’m looking down.” 

You laughed at his words as you moved to sit up. Flashing a smile to the camera and waving. “Hey everyone.” 

The rest of the time was spend talking to the fans online, who were nice in case you were wondering. You really liked the change of events and were happy that Jungkook actually took the time and effort to talk to his fans about it. You really had a great boyfriend. 

Momma Hale

Originally posted by procrastinationismyfriend

Characters: Y/n, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Derek(mentioned)

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, cuteness

Word count: 816

Summary: Scott and Stiles require Y/n’s help when they have a frightened Liam in the bathtub.

A/N: This is based on a request i got from an anon-I absolutely love love your pack mom series. Could I request something similar with a female reader like at the beginning of season 4 Scott and stiles kidnap Liam and Scott calls the reader telling her to come attend a “pack mom” or “momma hale” emergency? Thanks x There was additional info was given, but I can’t be bothered to add them into the A/N. But I did stick to them mostly. So I hope u like this, whoever requested it.

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @december-sunrise @beaconhills17@winchesterreid@helvonasche@fly-f0rever @kaitlynnlovegood

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“Shit! What the hell are we meant to do?” Stiles whispered to Scott, afraid someone might hear them, despite the fact that the only person other than them that was in the house, was the poor boy they had tied up and duct taped in the bathtub.

They wracked their brains, wondering how to sort this out. 

They couldn’t call Scott’s mom or the Sheriff. 

They’d go crazy. 

Lydia would just give them a lecture. 

Everyone else was basically useless when it came to things like this.

“You think we should call her?” Stiles asked, knowing she would be the best one to help.

“I don’t know. Won’t she tell him?”

“If we ask her not to, she won’t”.

Scott nodded, grabbing his phone and handing it to Stiles, who dialled the number and waited for her to answer.

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