i would be in his personal space too

  • Jake: Sakes alive! I recon you must be entrepreneurial alternate macrocosm bro or somesuch! This alt universe malarkey whatsit sure is a doozy. Pleasure to meet you i've been on tenterhooks too make your forthcoming acquaintance! This is simply the dickens, i am preposterously overzealous, you seem akin to a benign fellow. Sorry to bedevil you with preposterous infinitesimal botherations, not to assail you. I'll be bequeathing you your personal space lickity split. Dirk always did verbalize about his puzzlebuster bro and i would detest to besmirch the stider designation. This is just as splendid as a huckleberry. Enough of the bravado, my name is jake!
  • Dave, crying: i have no idea what youre saying

I wonder about how much Maggie knows about everything Alex has done… like do they sit down and talk about “remember when Alex Badass Danvers solved the molecular properties of an alien super axe in a matter of hours and applied that to stop the alien axe murderer?”

Because like… little recap… and this is just what I remember off the tip of my tongue… Alex convinced a 300 year old alien refugee who’d been hiding out as a human for decades that it was okay to reveal his true identity because she cared about him and wanted to work with him, she’s one v one’d a Helgrumite (while injured) and come out the winner, she fought a Kryptonian general… and admitted to Kara that she’d killed Astra because she refused to let J'onn continue to take the blame even if it meant Kara would hate her (but Kara’s a good person, too, so it was okay), she flew a dilapidated space pod back into space (after taking maybe ten minutes to get it operable) to save Kara “I’m gonna fling myself into space” Danvers, she broke mind control because she’s incapable of hurting anyone she cares about, she put on the same hell suit she’d been wearing when that happened to help fight a set of genetically altered Krypto-villains and won (with help), she went toe to toe with one of the world’s deadliest assassins (who had a gun) and kicked his ass (Lena helped I guess but still), she took a fireball to the face and all that did was piss her off, she came out to her family (kudos to them for being good people about it), she jumped through a portal to an unknown planet without a second thought and fought aliens because that’s what she does (she’s a good shot), she covered for Winn and James when they still wouldn’t tell Kara about the Guardian scheme because she’s a good friend who’s not going to tell people how to live she’s just going to make sure they stay safe as possible, and (this is my personal favorite) literally went vigilante on Cadmus, set up several tons of explosive power around an abandoned warehouse (WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHT), convinced Jeremiah to turn on Cadmus (even after he’d been brainwashed for Luke ten years), ACTIVATED SAID EXPLOSIVES IN A VERY EPIC FUCK YOU TO CADMUS BECAUSE “BITCH SAY I WONT” because, dammit, she’s going to save her father, and then charged face-first onto a ship launching itself into orbit because she’s gonna save people who did nothing wrong, AND THEN inspired Kara to be able to stop said ship.

And she still comes home to Maggie and tells her that she’s there to help Maggie heal… emotionally. Does Maggie even know? Does Maggie even know about Alex Bitch-say-I-Won’t Danvers? In any case, someone should tell her. And then someone needs to show me more of Maggie I did nothing to deserve the way people keep treating me Sawyer.

Alright I’ll shut up now.

Strictly Professional

Summary: You recognized the problematic customers the second you saw them. Lin, however, took the cake with being the most memorable client you’ve ever had. (TattooArtist!Reader)

Paring: Lin x reader

Words: 4,428

A/N:Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for being awesome and giving me tips for certain parts of the story (you’re the queen of dialogue)! Also, thank you to @how-could-i-do-this for proofreading (I’m glad i’m getting better at not switching tenses lol). I wrote this in celebration of my first tattoo lol! Thanks for reading!

Edit: @whenthingsgettoughdontpushmeaway - I remember you asking to be tagged when I posted. @buckybarneshairpullingkink - You already read it, but I didn’t forget (well, I did, but ya know lol)

“Is that him?” you mumbled to your coworker Liz as you emerged from your room to the front desk, watching the man that paced back and forth in front of the parlor.

You could always spot the first-timers the instant you looked at them. You could sense the excitement and nervousness rolling off them in waves, their bodies tense from the anticipation of the ink that would soon permanently mark their skin.

But him?

It was more like a tsunami of emotions, crashing and tumbling over his body as he questioned his decision to get a tattoo. You felt it before you even stepped foot into the same room as him.

“It’s so unfair that you always get the cute ones,” Liz whispered as she handed you his paperwork. She had an appointment in ten minutes, and with the piece being a fairly large and intricate one, she passed him off to you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring her comment and scanned his papers, noting his name and birthdate. “Lin?” you called.

He spun on his heel at his name, his swift steps having him in front of the desk within seconds. “Hi, yes, that’s me,” he answered quickly.

You inwardly sighed, knowing exactly what kind of patron he was going to be: the spazz that spoke too much, asked too many questions, and would hold his breath until he turned blue. “My name is Y/N and I’ll be with you today. What kind of tattoo would you like Lin?” you asked, watching as he nervously drummed his fingers against the counter.

His eyes widened, looking at you disbelievingly. “You’re the one giving me the tattoo?”

The neck cramp that you got when you handled frustrating customers reared its ugly head. “Yes. This is a fairly small tattoo shop and you just happened to come in last minute, without an appointment…” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes and challenging him to say anything further.

“I didn’t expect someone that looked like you to give me a tattoo. I’ve always pictured a big, burly man and not a beautiful woman that…” Lin trailed off, sighing when he realized what an ass he must have sounded, “I’m just going to shut up now. Sorry.”

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Ass ID

Genre: smut, fluff.

Summary: Phil and dan run into each other at the grocery store and phil recognizes dan as his favorite pornstar via his ass

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: none that I can thinking of? Cursing?? As per usual. A small moment where phil thinks dan wants to stop?

Ass ID :

“Please, god please Phil, yes, you fuck me so good! Hmph, god love your cock, so good to me.”

4 hours earlier ;

“Cereal, milk, brea- oomph!” I stumble back and quickly grab the closest thing to me which happens to be a boy about my age, steadying us both. He looks familiar and I cock my head to the side, not so subtly checking him out, where do I know him from?

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” He smiles, deep dimples digging into his cheeks and god, I know those dimples. Fuck, he’s so cute.

Without thinking, I stick my hand out, “Phil, sorry for running into you.” I feel my face heat up a little as he puts his hand in mine.

“Dan.” He turns around, spotting a loaf of bread on the floor behind him and bending down to grab it, and that’s when it clicks. If you had asked me two weeks ago, that’s I’d be recognizing my favorite porn star from his ass, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, in the grocery store next to the star of all my wank fantasies, DanIsNotATop. Jesus Christ, only I could end up in this situation.

He straightens up and turns to me with a smirk, “Like what you see?”

I blush furiously, “I’m so sorry, this isn’t at all what I’m like, uh, I- nevermind, I’ll just be going now.” I quickly turn around and head in the opposite direction of the bread, great.

“Hey! Wait up!” I curse my luck as Dan catches up to walk next to me.

“Excuse me if this is forward, but you’re hot and I’m free all day.” I gaped at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

The dimpled boy blushes, “Yeah, that was probably weird, I mean, we’re in the middle of a grocery store for god’s sake. Sorry, I’m a little too forward for my own good sometimes.” I’m so shellshocked that it seems my brain and mouth have stopped communicating and the words fall out of my mouth before I can think it through.

“Not surprising with your profession, I’m sure you gain a lot of confidence for that kind of stuff, what with everyone wanting to fuck you all the time.” My eyes almost pop out of their sockets, and I’m internally wishing for god to come and take me, for the ground to swallow me up, maybe even aliens abducting me would suffice. Of all the reactions, I do not expect Dan to start hysterically laughing.

“Oh my god! Well yeah I guess you’re right, aren’t you? So you watch me?” I nod dumbly, too surprised to even form words, probably a good thing at this point.

“Just have one question…when you say ‘everyone’ wants to fuck me, does that include you?” He’s looking up at me through thick, dark eyelashes and I’m swallowing before speaking up,

“Well, I mean, yes? Who wouldn’t wanna fuck you?” He giggles and I’m instantly endeared,

“There are a few people I can only hope don’t want to have sex with me, for example, my grandma.”

“Oh my god, Dan! That’s disgusting! Why is that the first example you think of?!” I let out a roaring laugh, my tongue poking out between my teeth and my hand coming up to cover my mouth.

When our laughter dies down he takes a step closer, getting into my personal space and whispering in my ear, “Offer still stands, if you aren’t secretly my grandma.”

I hum, “I guess I’ll just spend my night alone baking cookies then, too bad, I’d really thought this disguise would get me through.”

We giggle and I place my hand on his hip, traveling slowly to his back pocket and drawing out his phone before typing my number in, “Text me your number.” He does and I send him my address.

Leaning in till my lips brush against his ear as I begin to talk, breath hot and heavy, “7pm, don’t be late, princess.” I slip my tongue out to lick at the shell of his ear, watching goosebumps arise and feeling him shiver under my hands. I pull back, wink, and turn and walk towards the bread.

Current time ;

So that’s how I ended up in bed with the idol of my sexual delusions, being straddled by thick thighs, cock absolutely throbbing in my boxers. We had both already stripped to nothing but our boxers, or well, panties for dan. “Good god, Dan, you’re so hot for me, babe, gonna let me have you, yeah?” He nods eagerly into our kisss.

“Please, phil, touch me I want you to stretch me, please.”

“Mm, yes baby ‘course, c’mon let’s get you you out of those panties.” I flip us over, pulling off the black lace in one quick motion as dan lifts his hips up, before reaching for the lube lying next to me and popping the cap. Squirting a copious amount onto my fingers and warming it up between them, I kiss dan passionately distracting him from my hand wandering to his sex. I swirl my index finger around his rim before pushing in slowly, letting him adjust before thrusting it into him.

After a bit of stretching, I begin to search for his prostate, crooking my fingers at a different angle at every entrance to him, until I found it, well at least I think I do, since Dan lets out a series of pornstar moans (funnily enough) and pushed his ass back onto my fingers.

“Take me, I’m ready I promise, I swear it phil lease take me I’m begging you please!” Who could deny that? Certainly not me.

“I got you, baby, I’m gonna take real good care of you, don’t you worry.” I shed my briefs, grabbing the condom package next to me and ripping it open clumsily, about to roll it onto myself when dan’s hand comes up to catch my wrist, effectively halting my movements.

I look up, my eyebrows scrunching together. Did he want to stop? Before I can ask he shyly looks up at me, “Wanna do it.” I nod and hand over the condom, moving my hips closer to him so he can grasp my thickness, slowly pumping me before rolling the condom onto my shaft, grabbing the lube bottle, slathering it onto my length, and guiding my to his entrance. I push into the confining heat of him, groaning at the right grip, hovering over him, and breathing hot shallow breaths onto his sweat glistening neck.

“So good for me Dan, taking me so well, huh? Look at you, so nice. Such a pretty boy you are, princess.” A loud whimper escapes him, before he’s grinding back onto my cock.

“I’m good, I’m so good, you can move, move please please,” he rambles into my ear, pushing his onto into my hips, making my breathing stutter in pleasure. I pull out till only my cock head is inside him, before for slowly pushing back inside, watching his hole stretch so filthily around my thick rod, like I’ve daydreamed oh so many times before.

“So good on my cock, god, you’re so tight around me, fuck, dan shit,” I pull out, only to slam in a again and again, setting a hard and fast pace and angling my hips to slam into his prostate repeatedly, his legs wrapped tightly around my waist, face in the crook of my neck, fingernails absolutely tearing up my back, and groans falling shamelessly from both our mouths.

“Please, god please Phil, yes, you fuck me so good! Hmph, god love your cock, so good to me.” I can feel him tightening around my shaft, can physically feel him approaching orgasm, pushing me along as well. “C-close, phil, gonna cu-cum.”
I reach between us to fist his swollen cock, alerting him to my similar state, I’m losing pattern, heat pooling in my abdomen, before I feel Dan clench around me so fucking tight, my hips stutter and I can hear dan yelling his release as I spill into the condom, thrusting shallowly to ride out our orgasms.

“So fucking good, better than I ever imagined.” Dan giggles breathlessly, swatting my slick chest playfully as I gently pull out of him, careful not to hurt him, tie off the condom, tossing it into the bin, and falling onto my back beside dan. Our breathing synchronizes, sweat and cum drying uncomfortably on our naked bodies, and yet dan rolling over onto my chest, curling into my side, his arm draped around my midsection.

“This ok? I don’t usually get to like, uhm, cuddle? After sex I mean, so yeah sorry if this is weird, yeah.” I wrap my arm around him, holding him to my side when I feel him start to extract himself out of embarrassment.

“Shh, gonna sleep, yeah? S’nice. You’re warm.” And something feels right, as dan shifts to get more comfortable and then lays his head on my chest, his hair tickling my chin, legs tangled with my own. Something feels right, and I have a little feeling this won’t be the last time I find myself with an armful of tan skin and warm brown eyes.

anonymous asked:

56 with Jungkook. Thank you!!

Prompt request: “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” + “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A classmate has been bothering you, so your best friend, Jungkook, pretends to be your boyfriend to scare him off. Let’s just say that the act goes a little too well.

Word count: 1k words

“It’s getting worse,” you whined, star-fishing on the floor of Jungkook’s dorm. He stepped over your legs, sitting on an area of the carpet that you weren’t occupying. “This guy literally won’t leave me alone.”

“Just threaten to report him for sexual harassment,” Jungkook suggested. He shook his head violently, his wet hair sending droplets of water everywhere. He had just finished showering in preparation for your (academically irresponsible) movie marathon.

“With what evidence?” you sighed, pulling yourself into a sitting position. You pulled your knees up to your chest. “He’s not a bad guy, I don’t think. He’s just too nice and it’s really creepy.”

“Well, you know what I do about my problems,” Jungkook laughed, turned towards his small TV, scrolling through Netflix. “Ignore them until they go away.”

“You’re not helping!” you shrieked, stretching out a leg to kick Jungkook in the side. He toppled over, laughing as he went.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about this,” he said after righting himself.

“Maybe be a little supportive,” you pouted, turning your attention to the television. Jungkook was browsing through the different genres. As he skipped over the Romantic Comedy section, an idea dawned on you. A brilliant idea. “Jungkook.”

Your friend turned to you reluctantly, recognizing your tone of voice. He knew it meant something bad for him. “Please, no,” he whispered.

“I’ve got a plan,” you shared, completely ignoring what Jungkook had just said. “You’re going to pretend to be my boyfriend. You’re going to pick me up from class in a romantic fashion. Then, the creep will get the message and leave me alone.”

“I-I don’t know, Y/N,” Jungkook stammered, eyes widening before avoiding yours. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. Why don’t you tell him up front that you’re not interested?”

“You think I haven’t tried that?” you snorted. You crawled over to where Jungkook was sitting and latched onto his arm. “Please? For your best friend? Plus, you owe me a favour from May 6th, 2009–if I recall correctly.”

“Don’t bring that day up ever again,” Jungkook replied automatically, cringing at the memory. He heaved a heavy sigh and chewed on his bottom lip. You could tell he was about to give in. “Fine. This is a big favour you’re cashing in, so you better not regret this.”

“Thanks, Kookie!” you beamed, engulfing his frame in a hug. He stiffened underneath you–never one for physical affection–and you let him go. You moved back to your original spot, turing back to the TV. “Put on some rom coms. We need to do research.”

In retrospect, you realized Jungkook was right. This was not a very good idea. Asking your friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for the sake of fending off pursuers? Not the best idea. Asking your best friend, whom you’ve been harbouring a secret crush on for years? The worst idea.

Currently, he had an arm wrapped securely around your waist, somewhat shielding your body with his larger one. Your breathing was strained as you tried to keep it steady, which was nearly impossible with Jungkook’s closeness. Jungkook was not bothered by the proximity, more occupied with glaring daggers at the boy who had refused to leave you alone.

“And who are you, exactly?” Jungkook spat, every word laced with venom. You weren’t entirely sure if this was an act, since Jungkook had walked in when the boy was getting particularly handsy.

“J-just a classmate,” the boy stuttered, cowering away from Jungkook’s wrath. He turned his gaze to you accusingly. “You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.”

“Didn’t realize I had to,” you responded coldly, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“Bitch,” the boy spat, turning on his heel to walk away.

You gasped as Jungkook lunged forward and jerked the boy back by the shoulder. Your classmates nearby stilled at Jungkook’s aggression. He pushed the boy into the wall, the latter’s head thumping quite loudly against it.

“If you ever say that again,” Jungkook hissed, the veins on his arms popping out as he gripped the boy’s collar, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“You’re crazy, man,” the boy nearly screamed, wiggling out of Jungkook’s grasp and running out of the room. The spectators eyed Jungkook cautiously, but the boy paid them no mind.

“Let’s get out of here, Y/N,” Jungkook huffed, still fuming. He grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers with his, and led you out of the classroom. “You didn’t tell me that guy was a fucking asshole.”

“It’s usually not that bad. Don’t be angry. But thank you, it really means a lot to me,” you smiled, walking quickly to match Jungkook’s long strides. As you strode through the busy hallways, you couldn’t help but glance at your interlocked hands. “Uh, Jungkook? You don’t have to keep holding my hand.”

“I want to,” Jungkook said simply, giving your hand a slight squeeze.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually were in love with me!” you joked, trying to ignore the butterflies Jungkook’s admission had caused.

Suddenly, Jungkook stopped walking. He pulled you to a stop as well, leaving the two of you in close proximity. Jungkook bit his lip, but his eyes pierced into yours. Almost unnoticeably, Jungkook took an unsteady intake of breath.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” he whispered, his grip on your hand tightening.

Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “Are you being serious?” you choked out. Jungkook nodded shyly, a light blush donning his cheeks.


A huge smile illuminated your face, and you felt your heart soar. “Well, I would be the happiest person alive,” you laughed, “cause I’ve been in love with you since then, too.”

Jungkook returned your smile with a beautiful one of his own–it made his eyes crinkle and showed all of his teeth, and it was perfect. The two of you leaned into each other’s space, Jungkook’s hands coming to rest around your waist. He looked into your eyes, searching.

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” Jungkook asked with a cheeky smile.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathed.

Then his lips met yours, and everything was right in the world.

- Girl in Luv

Thank you so much for reading! I really enjoyed writing this, and I might turn it into a longer one in the future tbh. Hope you liked it!! Thanks to all the anons who requested it. This is our prompts page if you want to read more from us. Happy reading!

Random Nico Headcanons

Based on a post by @writing-central

You can request these for any other character:) Feel free to ask.

• his opinions about boys: he likes them obviously but being very committed, he doesn’t let his eyes wander when in a relationship (will appreciates this)

• His opinion towards girls: he’s had two sisters and many female friends so he respects the gender very much but he doesn’t appreciate when girls come up to him and are forward despite them knowing he’s into dudes

• his type: is the beach babe sort of guy, and he doesn’t get it. He isn’t even close to being sporty so he doesn’t know where it came from but it does explain why he liked Percy and Will consecutively

• the meaning of life: for him is to live the life that the people who died never got to live. He’s had many friends and family who died at young ages and he wants to avenge them

• nightmares: they’re are getting better thanks to the sleeping medicine that Will has him on, and he’s stopped taking it recently and still getting good sleep but he remembers how horrible they had been and that they’re the source of his dark circles

• The best flavor of chap stick: in his opinion is the strawberry Fanta lip smacker that Will once borrowed from Kayla. He had to refrain himself from kissing Will every two seconds and just to be annoying, Will has now started to wear it on a daily basis

• Inappropriate stuff? Nope, this child is one hundred percent pure thanks to Maria and Bianca’s brought up but he does let his mind wander to sex once in a while. He also had to get the talk from a homosexual point of view (thanks to Will). But that was really awkward since he’s dating Will.

• family: He considers the camps his family now, and of course Hazel. But in his heart, Maria and Bianca will never be replaced and Hazel understands this since it’s the same for Marie Levesque

•Plans for the future: they’re interesting because he really doesn’t know what he wants to do. In the end, he did end up settling between literature or psychology.

• The weirdest dream he’s had: it will always be the popcorn one he had when he was a corn plant. Never has he been so afraid of popcorn

• Vine: thanks to Lester’s big mouth, he was introduced to some modern platforms like vine and Snapchat but he doesn’t use them because of the whole demigod not supposed to have phones thing

• Spongebob: Will made him watch it when they were finding out Nico’s hobbies, but he ended up liking anime way more (he doesn’t understand how a starfish has EYES)

• Aliens: some campers decided it would be funny to tell him that when he was in Lotus, aliens had invaded the earth for a bit but he didn’t buy that because he’d done his research

• Harry Potter: despite a lot of Headcanons saying that he would like Harry Potter, I beg to differ. He would probably not be a fan of another magical world since he’s already had enough and next thing he knows the camp is being attacked by Voldemort

• The end of the world: he feels as if he’s come close to it a few times and yet he’s still alive so he perceives it as something more horrible than anything he’s suffered through

• death: it makes him feel slightly depressed which is strange coming from a son of Hades but it’s a flaw that he has but he doesn’t mind

• School: I like to think Nico tried public school but it was too much for him so Chiron allowed him to take private lessons in camp since he hadn’t been exposed to mortals very much after Lotus

• The best superpower: according to him, if he could have another one, would be bringing the dead back without consequences

• Pet peeves: they include close minded people and people who have no sense of personal space

• Who he’d sell his soul to save: at this point, it would narrow down t Hazel because of the personal relationships he has with her but there’s many other people he’s save so he can’t answer this one

• Poetry: he used to like it until Will started telling his horrible poetry smh

• Religion: he came from a strongly catholic family (thus his hesitation to come out) but he’s more of someone who doesn’t particularly practice religion but does sometimes pray

• Coke vs Pepsi: Will hates him for it but he likes sprite more than both and doesn’t drink coke if there’s alternatives. Poor Will, he loves his coke that Texan

•The worst pain they’ve ever felt : Tartarus.

•Fears: strangely, it’s darkness. Being a son of Hades he should’ve been more accepting of it but the dark makes him uncomfortable Enough to wake up and go to the Apollo cabin’s bathroom

• Childhood hopes: he always wanted to be a pirate

• What if plants had feelings? As someone who has been a plant before, he’s a strong believer of this

Again, you can ask for any other characters

anonymous asked:

Hola Nacho (Can I call you that ?) can you do BTS reacting to you very uhh big breasted 😳😳😖

Namjoon: He would always find himself staring at your chest, especially if you were wearing that one shirt that he loves so much. He would get flustered if you caught him though, trying to make it seem like he had no idea what you were talking about. However, if you’ve known each for a long time, he would often tease you about the struggles of being big chested.

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Taehyung: He would love your big chest, even though I feel he is more of a booty person. He’d love to hug you from behind and slip his hands under your shirt so his arms were sitting just below your chest. Definitely the type of person to ask if you can warm his hands with your boobs tbh. Plays with them all the time too.

Originally posted by jitamin

Jeongguk: For the longest time, you would just continuously catch him staring at your boobs, not that you were complaining all too much- but you could never figure out if he wanted to smash or if he was just spaced out due to the look on his face. Although, after a while he would actually use his words and let you know what he wanted. Loves feeling your chest against his when you two hug.

Originally posted by baekon-stripss

Seokjin: He would be like Jungkook at first, just silently staring at your chest from a distance. But then he would be rather mature about it, actually having a conversation with you, not your boobs. He would love having you close, his arms wrapped around you. He would brush his thumb across the skin under your breasts softly.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Jimin: This boy is definitely a booby person in my opinion, big or small. He’d be shy about your chest at first, turning into a tomato whenever you caught him staring, but over time the blush would turn into a little cocky smirk. Being the hug monster he is, your hugs would be his favorite. Like Tae, he would ask if you would warm his hands for him with your boobs as a joke, but if you actually said yes he’d be a little flustered.

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Hoseok: Like Jimin, Hoseok is a man who appreciates boobs, big or small. He’d play with them all the time honestly, pretending he needed to ask you a question or that he needed you to come here for a quick second. You would think it would be asking you for help or asking you something serious, but that all would fade when he would just randomly motorboat you. It was something he did everything now and then, each time catching you off guard. 

Originally posted by gotjimin

Yoongi: He wouldn’t really care what sized breasts you had, big or small. Though, he would love to use your chest as a pillow when you two were cuddling, especially after he had a long day. If you weren’t paying attention to him, he would throw random items at your cleavage to see if they would go down the valley of your chest. 

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

ahh- I don’t mind, call me whatever you guys want ! I just want to put a little disclaimer here that no matter what your appearance is, whether you have big or small boobs, the boys love you all the same !! looks are not everything, it’s your personality and heart that matters the most !! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoyed this reaction !

Be My Date

Requested by abbessolute: Barry finds out his best friend got stood up on a date she was looking forward to and he either gets angry, come over to comfort her or takes her on the date.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 2440

A/N: Thank you for the request! I tried to make it as cute as possible and I hope you all like it :D Let me know what you think x


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body language analysis series;

(1/7) Jeon Jeongguk ;

The way he carries himself; with Jeongguk in particular there’s a big difference between the him off today (YNWA era) and let’s say, Debut era, because he was just lil baby back then. So, he hadn’t yet developed his personality quite as strongly, he was still growing into himself quite a bit.

Jeongguk’s current day body language is the only thing I’ll be addressing because it’s the most relevant and actuate of his adult/developed personality.

Anyways, Jeongguk’s body language is CRISP, oh boy he’s super duper easy to read. This is pretty heavily due to the fact that he’s a physical person in general, less verbal, he tends to rely on physical intent and expressions to communicate his thoughts and feelings. So when/what he’s feeling, it tends to light up like Christmas lights, even if he isn’t saying how he’s feeling verbally, it reflects so super clearly.

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Request by Anonymous: “Hi I would like to request a Bucky x reader where the reader is an avenger and is very touchy feely and hates sleeping alone so she ends up randomly sleeping in other team members beds and they’ll just wake up and she’ll be in their bed and they’ve all just accepted it. Buckys new and she ends up going to him and he wakes up with her in his bed and is all confused and has to go ask Steve about it and Bucky just ends up being all fluffy with the reader.”:

A/N: Thank you for the request!  Finally got my writing mojo back!  Hope you enjoy!

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1397 (yeesh, this turned out way longer than expected)

Summary: You are in need of constant physical touch, everyone on the team knows this.  But when Bucky joins the team and no one tells him about your craving for touch, things get a little awkward.

Warnings: none, I think

(GIF not mine)

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

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You picked the wrong seat to be rude.

This morning I hopped on my train toward the city as I normally do for work. It seemed like it was going to be a decent day, it wasn’t too cold out, I felt strangely energized (despite it being a Monday), and I was ready to be productive. I live pretty far up on the train line, so I generally don’t have trouble finding a seat in the morning. I plopped down and started to wait for my stop to come.

Fast forward two stops: an average looking man takes the seat next to me. Now there’s plenty of space on the train to sit, but I suppose the seat next to me was most convenient to him. I didn’t really mind as he seemed to be tired and looked like he wanted to keep to himself.

Oh how wrong I was.

This kind fellow decided that his large backpack was too good for the floor and decided to put it in his lap- this wouldn’t be a problem if he kept it to himself. Instead, the man chose to allow his bag to enter my space and rest partially on my leg. I tried being reasonable and asked him to move it. He just stared at me and clutched his bag as it was, moving his arms so that his elbows were now digging into my arm. To make matters worse, he decided he’d get comfy and started to spread out. He kicked my foot over and just decided to let his leg be all up in my space while he proceeded to try and take up two spaces on the train.

By the time he was settled as a thorn in my side, the train had filled up and there weren’t any seats I could move to. I still had another 25 minutes to ride and didn’t particularly want to stand because of this man so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

As many of you know, trains generally come to quick stops that jerk you around a little bit. Most people generally try to stay steady as to not disturb other passengers. I decided to forego this courtesy. Every time the train came to a stop I would leave my motion unrestriced and slam into this man. Every. Single. Time. The first couple of times it happened the man just glared at me. I responded in the only was I could- I shrugged. After a few stops of being pushed into the wall the man decided enough was enough and got up. He stood the rest of the way to my stop as the train filled with more people. I can’t imagine he was too fond of having that many people in his personal space, but I guess he had it coming.

TL;DR- If you willingly invade my space on the train, prepare to get slammed.

You’re Happier Aren’t You?

Characters: Steve x Reader.

Summary: Steve Rogers is in love, actually when he really thinks about it he has been for some time but when you’re Captain America what is the best way to protect the person who means the most to you?

Word Count:  1830 words

Prompt: Ed Sheeran Happier

A/N: This is my entry for @amarvelouswritings 700 followers writing challenge.  I hope you like it sweetie xxx

Walking down 29th and Park with his baseball cap pulled down and his collar pulled up against the wind Steve was busy trying to clear his head when something made him stop.  It was possible that he had seen you out of the corner of his eye, perhaps he had caught the sound of your laughter on the breeze, whatever it was he found himself looking across the street and felt his heart stop.  It had been a month since he had last seen you and the memory of that last meeting had haunted him ever since.  His whole body tensed as he saw your arm linked with the tall, dark, handsome man as he leaned into say something and your face broke into such a bright smile it was if the grey day just melted away and when you laughed Steve’s heart ached.  He used to make you laugh but as he watched you he noticed that you looked happy, truly happy, and it was as if a knife was being twisted in his gut.  That smile that he had always felt was reserved for him was now being levelled at someone else and if he was being honest your smile was wider than he had ever seen.  Steve remained frozen, watching you as your mystery man opened the door of the bar for you and followed you in.  He didn’t even notice that it had started to rain as the people around him picked up their pace to get to their various destinations as if nothing had happened, totally oblivious to the man whose heart had just shattered into a million pieces.

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anonymous asked:

tbh i got such parent!ym vibes in this run ep it killed me you could see how seamlessly they work together as a team, no personal space but no crashing or bumping into each other cause they know how move around each other, and they way they guided and encouraged tae, giving him little tasks and cheering him on with his lil squirrel sauce garden (i don't want to insinuate tae's a child btw it's just the way ym was acting towards him) just ksjfksjf!!! they work!!! so goddamn well together!!!

honestly !! even here jimin was on his way to get something but, look easily he sidles up to yoongi just to see how he’s getting on

since they know how to move around each other i guess they must’ve done this a lot, can you imagine how it would’ve been at first with them just bumping into each other and laughing and taking forever to finish off, until they get to the stage where they’re weaving around each other and throwing around jokes and making conversation as they get on with their assigned jobs

Daemons in Media

In the middle of a shoot, one actor has his daemon make silly faces at the other’s, causing his coworker to burst out laughing half-way through their line. The director is getting really annoyed.

Who knew how hard it was for a bird-daemon to balance on their humans’ shoulders while in a photoshoot?

Speaking of which, this lady’s bat-daemon is doing a horrendous job of looking scary. Quit wriggling your nose, Aldae!

Fans of a certain actor not so much caring about his chiseled abs or perfect cheekbones, but more so for his silk-soft bunny-daemon.

Groups forming in defense of those with “ugly” daemons, like turkeys, pigs, and toads, setting up protests and photoshoots to combat the media’s bias towards “pretty” daemons.

In a book, a certain character’s daemon is never specified. Fans ferociously argue about what it could be. “But it says on page 34 that she had long whiskers! So obviously it’s a cat of some sort!” “Okay, but on page 186 it clearly says, ‘her small claws brushed his skin,’ and that sounds pretty bird-like to me!” “Even though she never flies?” “You’re all wrong. She’s a rat, obviously.”

Similarly, a child character’s daemon doesn’t settle by the time the series is over, and fans argue just as heatedly about what it would be. “She’s so mean, though! Her daemon would clearly be a snake!” “Um, my daemon’s a snake, excuse you. I say he would settle as a ferret.” “She’s too aggressive for that! Maybe he’s more a dog…” “No, my friend’s daemon is a dog and he doesn’t like her character, so that’s not right.” “That’s not a valid argument.” “Okay, sure, weedcracker420.”

Debates between whether an actor can play a character. I mean, in the book, he has a rat daemon, but this actor has a hare. Should the actor just daemon-switch with another person, or just keep his hare? Is being a rat important enough to the story? He does enter a small space at one point. And besides, rodent daemons are underrepresented anyway, so…

the daryl and jesus moment we didn’t see, but totally obviously happened

Paul stood outside, massaging his wrist, looking down at his fingers working the skin. They had heard everything Dwight had to say, and Paul offered to stick around the front of the house, since he was too amped up to go home. It had been a long, tiring day. 

“Hey.” Daryl grunted, surprising him. Paul looked up, watching Daryl come over and move past him, sitting on the steps that led down to where the dungeon was. He held a knife in his hand, and began to run his fingers over the blade, staring at the door. 

Paul sighed and took it upon himself to figure Daryl saying ‘hey’ meant, ‘come sit down next to me’.  He knew he was probably taking it wrong, because when did Daryl ever really want his company, but Paul was lonely tonight, and tired, and he always thrived off human contact. 

“May I?” he asked anyway, pointing to the spot next to Daryl. 

Daryl shrugged, his eyes locked on the door. Paul sat next to him and continued pushing his index and thumb into his skin, massaging his wrist.Daryl looked at him for a brief moment with a frown, before turning his gaze back to the door. 

“You hurt?”  Daryl asked. 

Paul lowered his wrist. “No, no, I’m fine. I’m being dramatic.” he said offhandedly, smiling gently. Daryl snorted, which made Paul grin. 

“Was when I ran past you right?” Daryl asked, looking over at him. Paul didn’t respond, and the lack of conversation made Daryl bite the inside of his lip. He did that a lot, Paul had noticed. It was a little endearing, especially since it was normally because Daryl was debating whether or not he should say something. “Sorry.” he mumbled. 

Paul stopped massaging his wrist and shrugged, letting a small smile take his face. It was hard for him to stay away from Daryl, it was hard for him to look at Daryl and not smile. So Paul was in the habit of hiding those smiles, mostly because he was uncertain as to how Daryl would cope with having someone like Paul smile that way around him. 

“Don’t worry.” Paul told him. “So,” he waved his hand to the door. “What are you going to do about him.”

Daryl didn’t miss a beat. “Kill him.”

“Yeah?” Paul asked. “I don’t think you will.”

Daryl stopped moving the knife between his hands. “What makes you say that?”

“You’re too good of a person.”

As suspected, Daryl did not react well to a compliment. He made a sound with his mouth that Paul couldn’t understand–almost one of disbelief, and moved a little further away from Paul. Paul tried very hard not to feel hurt. “You don’t know shit about me.” he growled. 

“You keep saying that, and every time you do, it means less and less.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means we’re in this together, and I’ve learnt enough about you to know that yeah, you’ll go in there and probably beat the shit out of Dwight, but you won’t kill him.”

Daryl was quiet for a few moments, looking down at the knife in his hands. “What makes you so sure?” he asked. “Don’t give me that good person bullshit again.”

“Rick wouldn’t want you to.” Paul also knew Daryl well enough to know that using Rick as explanation was a low blow. There was an unrequited love there, Paul saw that the moment he had met them. Daryl softened under the weight of Rick’s gaze–just as Rick was the only one able to hold him back when he made for Dwight. Paul hoped, selfishly, that Daryl’s feelings for Rick were gone.

Daryl didn’t respond to that, but his body seemed to relax, and Paul did not miss the way Daryl retook the centimeter of space that he had left between himself and Paul. Paul hid that smile too–again, he hoped for something else, that maybe one day, after this war, he wouldn’t have to hide his smiles from Daryl. Maybe  Daryl would want to see his smile. 

“You didn’t like what we did today.” Daryl told him. “Goin’ in there, takin’ their shit.”

Paul swallowed. “We had to.”

“We had to,”  Daryl agreed. “You didn’t like it.”

Paul sighed sadly. “No. I didn’t.”

Daryl nodded. “You’re a good person too.” he mumbled, getting up. Paul wondered if he should have said something more, if he should call Daryl back, but all he could do was watch Daryl descend from the steps and go into that cell holding room. 

Paul closed his eyes and put his hand back to his wrist. “Daryl Dixon.” the words were strange in his mouth, but he whispered them like a small prayer. He stayed sitting there until Daryl would come back out of the room, with no blood on his hands, and take his seat next to Paul. 

The bed is soft. Long ago he adjusted to the way his too large body fit into it. Like everything else, at first it was strange and unfamiliar, now he doesn’t think he would sleep as well anywhere else.

She sleeps almost in the middle of the bed, crowding into his already limited space, but he doesn’t mind. She is soft and warm. The sole of her foot rests against his calf. He reaches out and puts a hand around her waist. He cannot sleep when she’s gone.

When she wakes up first, she curls against him. Her arms hug his chest and she presses her head against the broad muscles of his back. He reaches up and intertwines his fingers with hers. She squeezes him tighter.

He can’t remember what it was like before, when each night he fell asleep in an empty bed with few thoughts for anyone else. She is the last thing he thinks about before sleep comes and the first thing he thinks about when it leaves. He is forever changed. She has changed him, changed his life. There is no going back to the way things were before. He would not want to if he could.

The bed is soft. She is beside him. He is home.

Catch Me (Day 4)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,530

A/N: I’m sorry for posting this so late, I was out all day but I still wanted to get this up for you amazing readers 

@avengerstories I am forever grateful to you for editing this at all hours of the day

Day 3

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

“I can’t believe the AC broke down.”

“I can’t believe that you managed to blow up the AC,” you counter. Tony flips you off and you respond by swimming over to him and splashing water in his face.

“I did not install a pool in this tower to be treated this way.” You chuckle and splash him again much to his exasperation and everyone else’s amusement. Before he can retaliate, you float over to the edge of the pool and climb out. “Come back in this pool and face me like a man!”

“I think you mean like a woman,” Natasha corrects from her position on a large floaty. “By taking the coward’s way out and getting out of the pool, she’s already acting like a man.” Raucous complaints come from all the men in the pool, but Natasha is too busy relaxing to pay them any mind.

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reaction to you putting your hands in their jacket pockets

(A/N- I kinda just assumed that the reader and member were already dating in this. enjoy!)


jinho would be a bit awkward about it the first time you put your hands in his coat pockets but he’d secretly find it so cute!! i feel like over time you’d progress from coat pockets and start putting your hands in the back pockets of his jeans instead and when he’d give you a weird look, you’d only smile cutely in response


hui would give you a disapproving look at first (jokingly of course!!) and you’d be ready to take your hands out of his jacket pockets even though you were freezing cold but he’d then laugh at you and wrap his arms around you tightly


hongseok would be a bit iffy for a while because I feel like he’d be a bit shy with pda, but then he wouldn’t want you to be cold or get moody with him and he’d find it hard to tell you no anyway because he thinks you’re !! so !! damn!! cute !! so he’d get over the fact that you guys are in public and let you keep your hands in his pockets, even though its pretty obvious he feels awkward

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anonymous asked:

Hi! May i request some headcanons with Heichou, Eren and Erwin when their s/o is moving in with them? Modern!Au Thank you, admins, in advance, your work always makes me smile!

Thanks!! :)


  • Levi has always lived alone, so the thought of living with someone else is kind of terrifying at first, if only because he has a specific way he likes to live and he’s incredibly anxious about them messing with it.
  • Of course at this point in their relationship they’ve probably stayed over at his apartment more than a couple dozen times, so he manages to reassure himself that he knows their habits well enough to feel comfortable living with them.
  • As we have mentioned before, Levi wouldn’t date someone who wasn’t a naturally clean and semi-organized person, anyway. Are they a clean freak like him? No–but they’re aware of their environment enough that he doesn’t mind it.
  • In fact, it’s more than likely Levi who mentions them moving in with him. It’s not even a question, really, just a statement: “Move in with me.”
  • When the day comes, he can’t believe how much shit his s/o has, but he helps them move it and compromises with his own to share a space. Levi is a fairly minimalistic person anyway so I don’t see there being too much of an issue combining items.


  • Eren is the type of person who can’t wait to move in with his s/o because he’s so goddamn infatuated with them. 
  • He’s probably stayed over at their place and they at his a million times, and he knows that there is nothing else he would rather do than wake up to their face every single morning indefinitely.
  • Eren has a lot of stuff (he’s a collector, not a hoarder, okay?) and his stuff is everywhere so when they’re moving it seems just as much like they’re packing away Eren’s stuff as they are his s/o’s. Boxes upon boxes–dumpster diving for these things is a must at this point unless you want to be spending hundreds of dollars.
  • Eren has slept in a twin bed his entire life which he knows won’t cut it for his s/o so unless his s/o already has a queen, they’re probably going out to purchase a new bed together (and probably some furniture while they’re at it because let’s be honest, Eren’s furniture–what little he actually has–is awful). 
  • On the day of, Eren surprises his s/o with a small box, and inside the small box is a copy of his key. There’s a wide grin on his face to portray just how excited he is that they’re finally moving in together.


  • Erwin is extremely practical. First and foremost, he would be dating a s/o that he knew he was in it for the long haul with, so the whole ‘moving in together’ idea doesn’t scare him in the least–he’s expecting to propose to this person some day, so this is no big deal.
  • In the same vein, Erwin knows that it would more than likely be better for the both of them to move into a bigger space than either of them currently own, so he’d take it upon himself to shop around for a large apartment or a house they could rent so they could have enough room.
  • He wouldn’t ask them to move in with him until he’d found the perfect place of course, and when he did, he would simply take them on a drive to the location. When they got there, they’ve more than likely be confused, but Erwin would just demand to know if they like it. 
  • Of course they do because Erwin knows his s/o like the back of his hand, so he then proceeds to surprise them with the information–this place is theirs; all they have to do is sign their names. 
  • Erwin knows his s/o (and he himself too if he’s being honest) would enjoy getting to furnish the place, and in modern AU he’s rich AF so he’d let them pick out the new furniture and design their new home together.

tbh why r all these accounts getting hate??? I’m not saying its funny but like its low-key funny like y’know why would someone hate on a account like its ridiCULOUS! i don’t get why someone would waste their time to say that to someone. just rude honestly

- aight so

- when u were ten your parents told u that you’d be getting a new neighbour

- you didn’t really like that idea, cause old man joe was ur bestie ngl

- anyway

- when you see the moving van appear your family goes out to greet the new fam

- but!!wait!!

- a cuTIE PIE jumps out of the backseat and y'all make eye contact for 0.029029292 seconds

- you know in hotel transylvania and how they talk about zinGS


- moving on

- so like ur family invited them over for a welcome dinner

- and your parents figured out that u and renjun were the same age

- “y/n!!! did you hear that! you guys coULD HANG OUT!”

“yes mom I heard that I’m in the same room but ok”

- renjun was dying cause u were?so?cute?

- alSO u invited him up to ur room to play 

- and y'all fell asleep on the bed together

- and tHATS WHEN


- u and renjun also go to the same school!!!

- so u guys like walk from and to school together everyday and people think u guys r dating even tho ur like 10


- like his parents treat them like their son in law 

- same with his parents!

- u guys just go to each others houses when ever u want cause!! y'all r besties!!

- tbh this is gonna turn into a best friend! renjun shiT

- this is super cliche but u and renjun have window in ur room that line up exactly so y'all always talk through that

- “y/n who are you talking to this late at nigh- oH RENJUN!!! NVM SWEETIE KEEP TALKING”

- y'all water each others lawns together


- always ends up in a water fight

- skip to the age of 14 whERE PUBERY IS HITTING YALL


- like u guys didn’t see each other for the whole summer cause of travelling and shit

- but on the first dAY OF SCHOOL


- renjun glowed up so hard omFG 

- sAMe wiTh yOU

- thats when yo feelings for each other became stronger

- and things got a little more awkward


- u would always tease him

- “heY rENJuN!!”

- “y/N shUt uP”

- omfg ur parents teasing got woRSE

- “ooo renjuns gotten more attractive ;)))) whats stopping you now ;))”

- “ooooh is that y/n? u should’ve told me! thEIR GORGEOUS NO WONDER U LIKE THeM-”

- honestly y'all props knew u liked each other

- time skip 16 yrs old

- u and renjun started to drift apart

- ur parents were :(((

- u guys started to focus more on school and found new friends

- y'all barely talk through windows now 

- and barely walk to school together

- bUT!! u guys still like each other!! alot!!

- anYway

- so ur parents both noticed how y'all barely talk and decided to go on a huge family camping trip over the summer!

- so like u guys arrived at ur campsite and set up ur tents

- “ok so renjuns parents r gonna share a tent and we will share a tent 00pS THAT MEANS THAT U AND RENJUN HAVE TO SHARe A TENT!!”

- y'all knew what they were doing but didn’t complain  lol

- so like your family had a campfire

- and it was rlly fun!!

- so many jokes were shared and 

- renjun remembered why he liked u

- you were so funny!!! and beautiful!! and nice!! and perfect!!

- so bedtime right

- you guys had a 4 person tent

- so u made sure there was space between u too

- it was super awkward

- buT u guys had a really long and deep talk

- “im a little sad we don’t talk that much anymore”

- “yea,,,me too,,,, its really sad cause i like you an- sHIT” - honestly u would be the one saying that

- “wait,,,what”

- renjun was stoked that u liked him back

- suddenly his sleeping bag is right next to ours and he just whispers 

- “i like u too” 

- honestly u die

- y'all fall asleep next to each other just like the first night y'all met

- u wake up 2 ur parents screeching and taking pics  of y'all

- anyway imma stop this b4 it becomes a dating! renjun (which i will make later)

im rly tired lmao



- emma