i would not complain if you continued this

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

Jungkook: 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 !

I have noticed that lately the subject of LGBT characters in the community has been speculated again and that Mei and Zarya are probably the next ones to be.

I’m one of those people that does not get into the decisions of anyone, not even in their sexual condition (the truth is what matters least to me, I’m just an ideologically heterosexual person), and I’ve just been asked … what would happen if Mei Was the next LGBT character ?? Your meihem drawings will continue?

My answer is simple: yes, and this year I will draw double if you wish xD
It is more than clear that some haters are even more toxic to the ship heterosexual (attentive, I do not mean all, I am not generalizing) but I understand that they will always complain about something and I will not stop Draw my Ship … I still wonder … what is the damage one does to them by drawing xD?

I say to those people, worry about living happily and achieving their goals, hating drawings is the dumbest thing they can be doing.

Have a nice new year!
With love Dany ~

(Sorry for my bad English)

Archie Andrews x Reader

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

I fall into a fit of laughter sprawling my body out onto Archie’s bed. we were sitting in he’s room practicing for our school concert when we took a short break to look through photos of us as little kids. Our parents had been friends since highschool so it was only a given that Archie and I would grow up to be the bestest of friends.

“Look at the hair!” Archie gawks pointing at my almost Afro like hairdo.

“Hey, don’t be mean, I have curly thick hair okay?” I push at his chest as he continues to laugh. “You can’t talk have you SEEN your insane freckles!” He goes silent and moves onto the next picture. “Hey I wasn’t done looking at that!” I complain trying to snatch the photo from his grasp.

“No!” he begs standing trying to get away from me only for me to jump onto his back and grabbing the photo before he throws me onto his bed trying to tear the photo from my grip.

“It’s mine, I wanna keep it, please!” I beg and he gives up, sticks his tongue out at me. “Hey at least your freckles have gone away, my curly gross hair is here to stay.” His face softens a little as he sits down next to me examining the photo of the two of us at ages 5.

“I think it’s pretty.”

I giggle and lean my head into his chest. “Awww Arch aren’t you cute,” I stand and walk over to his guitar perched on its stand. Glancing back Archie seems lost in his own mind, I sling the strap onto my back and walk back over to him grabbing his hands in my own.

“You good?“ He snaps out of his daze smiling up at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine… Hey I’m the one playing the guitar your the one who’s singing.” I sulk dropping my bottom lip.

“Can you try and teach me a little? You know how long of wouldn’t to learn how to play.” He drags his fingers through his red hair.

“Fine, fine, but you owe me,” he warns.

“Name your price.”

“Pop’s tonight, you treat,” he challenges wriggling his brows at me.

“Fine, fine, deal,” I stick my hand out shaking his before sitting myself on his bed cross legged, the instrument sitting nicely in my lap. I run my fingers across the strings tapping my palm against the wood.

“Hey, hey, please be careful with my baby.”

I scoff. “Hurry up and teach me something Archibald.”

He rolls his eyes dragging his hand down his face. “Please don’t call me that, you know I hate it!”

I giggle. “Don’t I know it.”

He fake laughs before standing behind me showing me how to hold and strum.

“Okay this is a lot harder to grasp than I thought,” I admit exhaling loudly.

“You almost got it just here,” he places his hands over my own to readjust my hold. I catch his features as pure concentration as his face gets closer and closer, I hold in my laugh trying to take it as serious as possible. I could feel his warm breathe tickling my neck distracting me from the words flowing from his mouth.

“(Y/n).” I jump slightly. “You okay?” I nod, my heart racing as he moves his hand to my waist stroking it soothingly.

“I was just off in my own little world,” I pause and he smiles softly at me glancing into my eyes. It grows silent. “Maybe I should leave the guitar playing to the professional,” I confess slipping the strap off and handing it to Archie.

“Maybe I liked teaching you,” he admits strumming a little.

“Don’t turn to mush on me now Andrews,” I sass masking my nervousness. My heart thumps out of my chest as I let my gaze lock with his.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something (Y/n),” he pauses swallowing. He looks anywhere but me.

“What?” I ask gently dipping my head so he was looking at me. “What?” I repeat shifting uncomfortably on his bed. “Did I do something wrong?” I panic slightly running my hands through my hair. His eyes grow wide shaking his head

“No, no, of course not,“ he almost yells. “I mean no you haven’t I just-”

I tuck a strand of hair behind me ear before turning to face him. “Are you going to tell me? We do still need to practice Arch the show case is tomorrow-”

“I know,” he finishes cheeks going red. “Can I try something?”

I furrow my brows shrugging slightly. “I mean, yeah…”

He sighs thankfully. “Okay can you close your eyes?”

“ARCHIBALD ANDREWS I SWEAR-” I was cut off with a warm pair of lips on my own. My hands shoot up to his neck as he’s go to my waist breaking away from me.

“Wow,” I exhale resting my forehead against his.

“You swear what?” He teases.

“I thought you were going to do something bad,” I blush looking to his lips than his face.

“Well, was it bad?”

I shake my head. “Definitely-” I pause kissing him again. “Not,” I whisper kissing him again. He smiles into the kiss and I can feel my heart bursting out of my chest

“I’m so glad that went well,” he giggles playing with my hair.

“Me too,“ I smile. “But Arch…” I pause looking at him with sad eyes, his smile drops horror etched onto his face. “I’m gay,” I say breatheless. It’s silent for awhile as I see the clogs turning in Archie’s head I decide to break the silence first by breaking out into laughter, his brows crease slightly confused at my actions “I GOT YOU GOOD RED!” I smirk getting up from his bed and do a little dance. “Oh you’re in for it now,” I squeal as I feel my feet leave the ground as Archie lifts me onto his bed pinning me down for a tickle war. “Stop, stop, stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I squeal thrashing around underneath him.

Archie’s door swings open his dad standing in the hall, embarrassment covers his features as he glances at myself pinned under his son.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!”

I giggle Archie jumping off me and meeting his dad at the door. “Uh hey dad,” he tries to act cool.

“Miss (y/l/n).”

I sit up. “Hey Fred,” I give him a small wave.

“Hope you two are behaving,” Fred warns glancing at the two of us.

“I speak for myself when I say I most certainly am,” I smile sweetly earning an eye roll from Archie. “Okay we’ll be careful-”

He glances at the both of us before focusing in on Archie. “Be very careful.”

“Dad!” Archie complains pushing him out the door and closing it.

“So is Archie Andrews got something against gay women?” I tease.

“You’re kidding, have you met our friends? I’m fine with gay!”

I stuck my tongue at him as he returns back to the bed and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Andrews.”

— Rosie🌹

On Hunk’s Characterization in s2

SO! Here’s the deal. I’ve seen a post or two whining about people complaining about Hunk’s characterization/lack of character development when he had a whole arc dedicated to him last season.

I’m gonna try and keep this short, but since I’m hella pissed and I like to rant, that plan may or may not go out the window. (I’ll put a keep reading just in case) (Swear Words tw) (?)

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Work Date

Summary: The boys are all trying to get you and Yoongi together because they know how much you like each other.
Member: Yoongi x Reader (ft. other members of BTS)
Type: Very slight angst/ Fluff/ Male-Reader
Length: 1,492 Words

Ok, this is the first request I am filling in a LONG time. I really hope the person who requested it likes it and I hope I did well. Anyways, I hope you all like this scenario <3

-Admin Kat

Originally posted by eatjin

“Come on, hyung, we know you like (Y/N), just admit it,” Taehyung complained to Yoongi for the hundredth time. Yoongi rolled his eyes, refusing to look at the younger boy as he worked on their newest song. Jimin pushed the back of his chair lightly, trying to force him to turn his attention towards them.

Yoongi continued clicking at random things on the screen in an attempt to reinforce the point that he was not going to pay any attention to them. However, he also knew that the 95liners would never give up that easily, even with him. After five more minutes of the boys pestering him, he finally spun around to glare at them with a completely serious face. “I don’t like him. Well, I do, but as a friend and co-worker. He is a good worker. That is all,” he insisted. Taehyung and Jimin let out a sigh of defeat. The could tell they weren’t going to get anywhere with him.

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Im seeing people say things like “please bring MCD back, Jess!!” Or complaining about this whole mess or even questioning why they can’t still continue this series. But if you look at the youtube channel you can see why they made this decision.

Most would over look this because these are a bunch of big numbers, but just consider comparisons. Look at the highlighted view counts of the other series outside of the box, then look at the one i marked.

Mystreet episodes get almost 2 times more views than MCD. An animated Mystreet video has almost 4 times as many. A random fucking game that isnt even close to how serious MCD gets has a thousand more views. That is a big difference.

It isnt making them money. Money from youtube comes from number of views and ads seen on videos. When it comes to Jess, a person who has a whole crew and families relying on THIS CHANNEL to bring food to the table, is it better to continue what makes half as much money or almost double that amount?

I know that the recent episodes havent reached their 500k view mark either, but those are RECENT. these videos on this image are a month old. A video of Mystreet thats only 3 days old is growing in a faster rate and getting more than MCD, whos view count growtg is slow.

If it takes MCD 1 month to get 529k but a Mystreet episode 3 DAYS to get to 612k, then it is telling the crew that we dont want MCD.

Jess and her crew cant read each individual message or rant about wanting MCD to stay. If anything what we say is pointless considering the fact that we ourselves dont show the crew that WE WANT THIS AMAZING SERIES TO NOT BE TAKEN AWAY. Not just us individually, but the whole fandom in general. The only thing they can see from us is how many times we watch the series. Compared to Mystreet, MCD is only minority.

Its pointless to beg for MCD to stay if we dont show it ourselves as the whole fandom that we want it to stay. We ourselves want MCD to stay, but does the fan base want to?

This is unfortunately how business works. Thats all what youtube is: a business

To folks like Omar’s father, the city was starting to feel less sacred than a Sandals Resort:

“There’s a giant hotel right across from the mosque,” Omar continued. “Going inside and walking around the Kaaba [the cubic black building in Mecca where Muslims worldwide direct themselves to pray] is an incredible feeling. You feel so entwined with your religion praying with everyone while looking the same in what we wear. You leave the mosque on a religious high. When I did it, it was almost ruined because I thought there would be talk of religion everywhere or people in prayer but we left near the hotel and only heard people complaining about their rooms or why their ride to the airport was late.”

The building Omar described, the Abraj Al Bait, actually has a Fairmont hotel, a giant mall, and even a Hardee’s and a KFC inside - all literally steps away from the holiest site for Muslims in the world. These changes are extremely controversial, for obvious reasons: Some sites from the time of Muhammad himself have been knocked down (by family members of Osama bin Laden, no less) in favor of such luxury hotels.

The Dystopian Realities Of The Modern Pilgrimage To Mecca

Maksim Chmerkovskiy Reveals His Big Family Plans With Peta Murgatroyd Could Include Adopting Kids

Maksim Chmerkovskiy cannot get enough of the world of parenting. 

Close to two months after welcoming his first child with Peta Murgatroyd, the Dancing With the Stars pro has completely embraced his new role as father to a baby boy. At the same time, he’s already thinking about expanding the family.

 "F–k yah. Yes, I would like to have as many kids as Peta decides to pop out,“ Maks shared with E! News exclusively while celebrating Swiffer’s 18th birthday. "I think we’re going to have as many kids as we can ourselves and just adopt a couple of kids. I just want a big family." 

He continued, "I feel like the best part of having a child is you get to influence a brand-new human. If you’re going to complain about some of the things happening in the world nowadays, you need to look at the generation that you are raising and say okay, the best way to change or to alter or to upgrade this world is to instill things in your children that you want them to have as adults and push that out." 

While Maks and Peta are busy gearing up for Monday night’s season premiere of Dancing With the Stars, the pair continues to make their baby boy the ultimate priority. In fact, they won’t even miss one of their son’s biggest milestones. 

"He farted a couple of times. It was super cute. The first time he yawned I thought I was going to lose my mind,” Maks shared in New York City. “The first time he giggled I needed to walk away and reset, come back, because I was like, ‘This was the best thing that has ever happened to me.’ Everything first that he does is amazing." 

And while mom and dad get used to having a baby at home, they’re realizing that things can get a little messy. Fortunately, Swiffer products have been helping for the couple who need a quick cleaning tool in between DWTS rehearsals. 

"The last couple of months have been a crash course in adulating so I’m taking all the advice and the product is at the center of our household,” Maks shared. “Things happen with kids…and this is a perfect product for that." 

Ultimately, credit needs to be given to both mom and dad who have managed to balance the world of dancing and parenting with flying colors. 

"I miss her now. She misses me the second I get to the airport. Sharing a child is an incredible opportunity to figure out who you are as a person and we are settling into our roles as parents I think the right way,” he shared with E! News. “We’re just going to rely on one another and rely on our love, our unity and the sky is the limit." 

Via E! [X]

Imagine having sex with Nick in the back of a squad car

Warning: Smut, not much of a plot

Requested by anon

A/n: This is probably going to suck since I haven’t watched Amaro in months and I’m writing this on my tablet… hopefully it isn’t terrible..


“Did they really give us the car with no heat?” Amaro complained.

This was the fifth time he’s complained in the past hour…

You continued to ignore him, while watching your surroundings.

Nick Amaro was assigned as your temporary partner until his “punishment” was over. You were hoping that it would be soon. All he did was complain and whine about all the crappy problems we had.

What did he expect though? This is a punishment after all.

Nick sat in the driver’s seat with one hand on the steering wheel.

You glanced over at him.

At least he was good looking, you thought to yourself.

“Is there really nothing happening?”

“What do you expect?” You snapped.

He had to open his mouth..


You moaned as Amaro sucked on your neck.

Amaro started thrusting hard into you.

“Amaro” you groaned.

How you got here? Well honestly, you were wondering the same thing. One second you’re telling him to shut up and next you’re in the backseat of a squad car.

“Nick” he huffed out.

He must of seen your confusion because he continued to speak.

“Call me Nick”

Nick’s hands wandered around your body curiously.

Nick started to whisper to you in another language. You recognized it as Spanish but it didn’t really matter. You didn’t know how to speak it and your orgasm was nearing quickly.

“Tu cuerpo es tan hermosa”

You couldn’t understand what he was saying but it pushed you over the edge…


anonymous asked:

I would love to see Viktor with the stomach flu he gave Yurio :)

You’re not the only one, anon! I’m going with a scenario from @feelingalittlesick for this one. It’s set post-series. Enjoy!

Victor looks off today. Not that Yuri cares; it’s just really obvious when Mr. Quad Flip flubs his signature jump. And distracting. At first, Yuri had just figured that it was because Yuuri was out of town. Victor has been complaining about his fiancé’s absence for days, much to everyone’s (read: Yuri’s) annoyance.

But as practice continues, Yuri begins to notice the obvious signs of trying to skate through an illness (he knows from experience): the way Victor was clenching his jaw, possibly because of a headache; the slightly gray tinge to his face; and the way his hands tremble when he picks up his water bottle. He’s obviously unwell, but Yuri leaves it alone for now. Victor, contrary to popular belief, is a grown man and can take care of himself.

It’s not until the end of the day, when Victor nearly faceplants upon landing his quad lutz, that Yuri decides to step in. At this rate, he’s going to crack his head open and die, and if that happens, the katsudon’s whining will be even more unbearable than Victor’s.

He approaches the situation with his usual tact. “You look like shit, Victor.”

“Aren’t you flattering,” Victor retorts lightly, pulling off his skates. “I can see why you have so many teenage girls chasing after you all the time.”

Yuri shudders at the mention of the Angels. “Whatever, geezer. Are you seriously incapable of looking after yourself without katsudon here? Because you look way too pathetic to be skating today. It’s annoying. Why don’t you go home so we can all stop feeling sorry for your pitiful ass?”

Victor continues to charge out of his skates while Yuri continues his (rather hypocritical) lecture on why he shouldn’t be skating when he’s sick. The teenager has just paused to take a breath before giving the second half of his little speech when he notices Victor’s already white face pale even further. The older skater swallows hard, his eyes unfocused.

“Hey are you even listening to me?” No response. “Let’s get you to the bathroom. You look like you’re about to puke.” Victor is still doing his impression of a statue, so Yuri sighs heavily, gently (or as gently as he’s capable of) hauling him to his feet and steering him to the bathroom.

They don’t make it in time. Victor gags loudly before spewing a wave of vomit into a conveniently placed trash can. Yuri carefully pulls back Victor’s long silver bangs, familiar with the misfortune of getting puke in his hair. After bringing up a couple more mouthfuls of bile, Victor is reduced to painful dry heaves. He sways on his feet, and Yuri does his best to steady the older skater, despite the height difference making it awkward.

He sighs again when he feels the telltale heat of a fever radiating off of Victor. “Of course you get sick while Yuuri is out of town,” he mutters to himself, suspecting that Victor isn’t up for a lecture right now. “If you get me sick too I’ll end you, you hear me?” he says darkly when Victor’s stomach finally seems to settle.

“Your bedside manner is truly impressive,” Victor rasps, somehow still managing to be snarky.

“And you look even worse than usual. Let’s get you home before I have to drag your unconscious ass back.”

anonymous asked:

I love your art and I think u r a creative person but I feel like you're really mean.. like, when i cared for you to stop the tattoos since I don't want u to get any diseases u replied that I'll continue regardless of what anyone thinks and although people complained about Kennys hair it isnt to anger u but to help u make it better since ur style is great and just bringing the old one would be great. But using it as an icon for ur account kinda shows that u dont care of what anyone thinks do u?

anonymous asked:

How would Junkrat react to his friend(reader) pulling him outside to surprise him with fireworks and a love confession?

         “Right, right, I’m on my way!” Jamison called after you, trying to keep up in the dark. “Why’re we doing this now? Why can’t it be tomorrow?? I’ve got a hot date with my mattress tonight!” He continued to prod, obviously becoming impatient with your antics. But despite this, he continued to follow you up the damp, grassy hill.

“Cause it won’t work tomorrow!”

“What’s that mean?!” Briefly, you considered answering his question this time, but that would ruin the surprise.

“Patience is a virtue, Jamie.” You teased.

“Ugh… Ya sound like Buddha bot!” He whined. You laughed.

        He complained about it pretty much the whole time, but you did eventually make it to the top, where he immediately flopped onto the grass with a thud. He asked again why you were there. You shrugged, and told him that maybe he’d find out if he waited just a minute longer. A muffled and dissatisfied groan sounded from where he had let his face drop to the ground, and you took this opportunity to slip away, a little ways down the hill. He didn’t notice, at first, just stayed laying on the grass. For comedic effect, probably. You were just a short distance away, checking out your setup when he looked up, and for a moment, he panicked, thinking that you’d just up and left him alone there. He opened his mouth to call for you, figuring you couldn’t have made it that far in so little time, but you beat him to it.
      “Hey, Jamie! Sit tight for a second, okay?” He let out a short sigh of relief at hearing your voice, sending a hesitant reply your way quickly after. Good. He’d agreed to stay put. You fumbled around in your pockets, cold fingers wrapping around a worn, cheap blue lighter, opening it and clicking the button down a few times. It took enough tries for you to actually worry that it had finally broken, but on what was probably the 6th try, a small flame spouted from the top. You took a breath, and got onto your knees in front of the fireworks you’d spread out along the side of the hill. You would start with the small ones, which would set off the bigger ones, and go on like that until the finale, if you could even call it that. It was kind of just one firework that was a little bit prettier and a little bit bigger than the others, which were also big and pretty. But oh well. You didn’t know a whole lot of about this stuff.
       You sucked in a breath, only allowing yourself a second of preparation before diving in head first and lighting the fuse before you. As soon as it started to spark, you stuffed the lighter back into your pocket and bolted back up the hill, nearly crashing into a very surprised and mildly concerned Jamison. You could tell he was about to speak, but a bright yellow flash and a loud - BANG!-startled him out of it. You both jumped, Jamie even letting out a yelp when the first firework exploded. His surprise quickly melted into awe, however, and he stared at the sky wide eyed, at a loss for words. The next one shot into the sky, crackling and fizzling in bright white, then slowly floating down to the earth, like a crystal chandelier. By now he was sporting a cheshire grin, and as colors and lights flashed along your faces, neither of you said anything to each other. Not that it would have been very easy to anyway, over all this noise.
      The finale came and went faster than you expected, and you were left with silence, for a few seconds, before he spoke up, uncharacteristically quietly. 

    “Hooly dooly..”

Before he could continue, you cleared your throat.

     “So, yeah.. Were you, um…Paying attention to that? Cause uh, that’s.. How you make my heart feel…?”

      You squinted, and pursed your lips. To anyone else, it probably would have looked like you had just eaten something that left a sour taste in your mouth… The point is, that line had sounded a lot more charming when you had practiced it in your room. You gulped nervously. He kind of grinned, but it looked more like a mixture of confusion and amusement than anything else.

     “What’s that, mate?”

     “I like you. Like, y’know… I wanna be with you..” Your cheeks turned pinker than they already were from the cold night air, and you absentmindedly rubbed your nose, looking away from him. His grin only widened. You could see it out of the corner of your eye.

     “Well why the hell’d ya wait so long to tell me?!”

     He was instantly chattier than ever, a dark red hue on his face as he fired question after question about the fireworks at you, and rambled on and on about how thrilled he was that you felt the same.

Idol (Snowbaz)


Simon Snow is a pop star. Basilton Pitch is a lesser-known singer and violinist. Obviously, Baz loathes Snow. Or does he?

“Bloody Simon Snow,” I say for the umpteenth time. “He doesn’t know the first thing about music! I’m so sick of seeing his stupid face in every channel on TV,” I continue as I turn off the telly.

“Stop ranting, Baz! You’re obviously jealous that he’s famous and you’re not!” My sister, Mordelia, she fucking adores him. Mother has bought her tickets for next week’s concert and wants me to babysit her. Outrageous. I think I’ll wear my headphones.

“He looks like a nasty copy of Troye Sivan to me,” I complain. “And, for your interest, I do have some fans, too. Not as many, but more loyal. Snow would be jealous of my fans. None of his snowflakes is as devoted as my rosebudboy61.”

Seriously, I think this guy has been stalking me. He has an insane amount of pictures of me on his blog.

“Sure, Baz. I think you secretly love him. You never stop talking about him.”

“I never stop complaining about him. And rightly so,” I say. “Anyhow, do you still want that ice cream?”

“Yes!” She shouts.

“Then let’s go before I change my mind.”

“I don’t understand how you can love pistachio ice cream so much,” I say, as we leave the ice cream stand.

“Says the guy who only eats pumpkin mocha ice cream,” Mordelia replies. “Like, how did anyone come up with the idea? It’s disgusting.”

I stick my tongue out at her. How ungraceful. I hope rosebudboy61 isn’t around to photograph me.

Suddenly, a mysterious person appears out of nowhere and bumps into me, spilling my ice cream on my new jeans. Great.

“Hey!” I yell at them. But they’re already running away. I didn’t even get a chance to see their face. Only a glimpse of their eyes. Blue.

“I think this belongs to that person,” my sister says, picking up something from the floor and handing it to me. An ipod.

“Well, it’s not like I can return it to them,” I say, dropping the rest of the ice cream in the nearest trash can. “Let’s go back home, so I can change into clean clothes.”

After my daily hour of practice, I feel a bit unsettled. It hasn’t been my best performance. I can’t stop thinking about the strange person with blue eyes.

Out of curiosity, I decide to go through the playlist on the stranger’s ipod. There are only ten tracks. I press play and put the earbuds on. The first song is Freckles and Constellations, by Dodie Clark. Wow, one of my favourites.

Next one is BITE, by Troye Sivan. I love this one, too. And Troye is ten thousand times better than Simon Snow.

The following song starts with a violin solo. One of my violin solos. Ice and Fire. And then, the sweetest voice starts singing my song. It’s a male voice. It’s the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.

I keep listening to the tracks. More of my melodies sung by this brilliant singer. Until I reach the last track. It’s not a song, it’s a recording:

Hi, Basilton Pitch. I hope you are listening to this. What a stupid thing to say. Shit.” I laugh despite myself. “Anyway,” the voice continues, “I want you to know that you are my inspiration and the reason I am a singer.” There’s a brief pause. I can hear the boy heavily breathing. The next words are said so quickly I have to press replay to understand it. “If-you-want-to-meet-me-I’ll-be-every-day-from-four-to-seven-p.m.-at-Bea’s-of-Bloomsbury-back-table-I-love-you.

I look at the clock. Half six. If I take the Tube I can be there in twenty minutes. I don’t think it twice and dash out.

It takes me five extra minutes because I lose the first ride, but I’m there at five to seven. I go straight to the back table, and there he is. The stranger from before. Blue eyes. Where have I seen them before?

“Hello,” I say, as I sit on the chair opposite from him.

“Hi,” he greets me through his red scarf. It covers most of his face. I can only see his eyes. And a mole right under his left eyebrow. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“I came,” I say, stupidly. There’s something about this bloke that has me smitten. He’s going to think I’m a freak. “And I listened to the songs. You are amazing.”

“They’re your songs. You are the amazing one. I’ve been your admirer since you started your career.”

I blush. Jesus. Me, blushing.

We start chatting about music. It turns out we have very similar tastes. We keep talking about films, football and favourite food. He loves sour cherry scones. That’s why he comes here. He’s so awkward. I love it. God, I’m falling for this guy. Hard.

We keep talking and talking.

He makes a ridiculous joke about a vampire named Gampire, and I burst out laughing. It’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard, but I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

I wonder if rosebudboy61 is here to capture this.


I can’t believe my thickness.

“Are you…” I start.

“Simon Snow,” he says at the same time I say, “rosebudboy61?”

What? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Of course, it wasn’t real. Of course, I should have known it was a prank. Fucking Simon Snow. I hate him. I storm out of the cafe without saying a word.

“Wait!” I hear him saying. But I don’t stop. I don’t turn around until I’m home.

I spend the following days locked in my room. Mother comes to bring me lunch and dinner, but she doesn’t ask anything. I’m grateful for that.

I can’t stop listening to Snow’s songs. To my songs, with the painfully beautiful voice of Simon bloody Snow. I can’t stop listening to the last three words of the recording. “I love you,” I say at the same time. Replay. “I love you.” Replay. “I love you.” I throw the bloody ipod to the wall with all my strength.

At that moment, Mordelia comes into my room. I don’t know how she does it.

“Baz, you have to see this,” she says. “You won’t believe it.”

She carries her tablet with her and shows it to me. It’s a youtube video.

She presses play and I see Simon Snow. “This is an apology for Basilton Pitch. I never should have lied to you. I’m sorry. Everything I said was true, though. It was all real,” he says with his perfect voice. And then he starts singing one of my songs. A Charmed Life.

“There are dozens of them, Baz,” Mordelia says. “I didn’t know you knew him.”

“Neither did I, ‘Delia.”

The day of the concert I’m a wreck. I don’t know what to make out of this bloke.

Mordelia finds us place at the front row. Grand. I’m a bag of nerves.

After a few minutes, Simon Snow appears on stage. My stomach flips.

He starts performing without noticing me and I let myself enjoy it. His voice. Until, suddenly, blue eyes lock on mine. He seems lost for a second and forgets the lyrics. Then, I do something very unexpected. I smile at him. That seems to give him confidence to continue with the show. But he doesn’t stop looking at me.

At the end of the concert he says, “I would like to introduce you to someone very special to me,” I’m mortified. “Basilton Pitch. Please, come up.”

I do, because Mordelia forces me to.

Snow turns to his public and says, “This boy here has been my inspiration to become a singer. He’s an extraordinary artist and human being. He’s my idol,” he looks at me again and adds, “and I want him to be even more than that. Will you be my terrible boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d love that.”

He drops the mic and takes my hands. My heart skips a beat. He squeezes them. I squeeze back. Then, he places a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. And I kiss him back. And kiss him. And kiss him.

The public cheers agitatedly. Mordelia is ecstatic. I can hear her from here.

After a few moments, we break the kiss. He takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of us. “This one is for my blog,” he says, “I’m rosebudboy61.”

I laugh.

The crowd is shouting for an encore.

“Go on, then,” I smile at him. “Carry on, Simon.”


Ari: I don’t know why I wrote this. Hope you like it! I think I’m going to write a snowbaz one-shot every week or so. I feel the need. I’m so not over Carry On.

anonymous asked:

Nah we're gonna continue "complaining" about ur mods defending rapists lol

i think maybe you should realize that everyone’s entitled to their own opinion & to express it and my moderators express theirs, just like any random person would do so by commenting or reblogging the confessions. You just notice it because it’s literally under the confession. 

So I mean…. don’t read the tags….. they’re not “real” tags anyway.


‘00[insert favourite number].’ Your new ‘quartermaster’–or whatever they call him–comes up to you and holds his hand out. ‘I am Q.’

‘Oh yes, I’ve heard well enough about you.’ You mutter, shaking his hand half heartedly. Your father has been complaining about him since the beginning of time (as you would put it).

‘I’ve read your files, impressive field work I must say.’ He says simply, returning to his seat and continue to fiddle with his laptop. ‘So, what’s my name?’ You smile a smug smile, knowing the question will mislead him. It does.

Q stares at you blankly, clearly confused, but clears his throat and says in all his confidence: ‘Elizabeth Jane Cranston.’ 

Fascinating! You think, of course, he’s so far from the truth that not even one syllable in that name is correct–and–M has been honest about keeping your true identity a secret.

Requested by @godessofdeath. This is just kinda a short intro since I might turn this into a one-shot but it depends entirely on whether I have time or not. This world needs a bit more Q.

anonymous asked:

sakamaki brothers + getting jealous when you talk to other boys?

Shuu wouldn’t react straight away, he would wait until you were a way from them before he bit you and told you not to leave him, you are his belonging and complained that you and those guys were making too much noise due to your laughing.

Reiji would interject almost straight away, claiming to keep lowlifes away from his servant, after all, his hard training would go to waste. He would tell you to prepare for punishment when school ends and would walk away.

Laito would go up straight away and sling his arm around your waist before kissing you cheek and if the boys hadn’t gotten uncomfortable yet, he could jest with them. “Do you think she is cute? I think so~” and would continue to embarrass the until they left. He would then drag you somewhere secluded in the school and remind you who you belong to.

Kanato would come up to you and ask the group of guys what they were doing, before escalating to a scream as he told them to leave alone what is his before pulling you aside in a classroom and biting you with tears in his eyes.

Ayato rushes up to you and starts to cuss the boys out before shouting that you belong to him and him alone. He would kiss you infront of them before taking clearing the hallway and biting you as soon as he found an empty classroom.

Subaru is fuming on the inside, but waits beside you, waiting for you to notice him. Once you do, you walk away with him, only for him to pull you aside and bite you, demanding you never make your scent resemble those guys’ ones ever again.

~ Rosalie

Nicknames Part 3

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Words: 1276

Summary: Filming for the Pilot episode continues, and the Reader gets one last nickname.

Part 6 in The Future Series.  Read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here.

This one is mostly Jensen fluff, not that I thought any of you would complain. ;) And the picture will be explained shortly. :) Enjoy!

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The Proposal

Summary:  Sam’s pushy boss forces him to agree to marry her, hoping to secure her stay in the U.S. and avoid deportation to Canada. But first she has to meet the family. An AU based on The Proposal.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  3175

Warnings:  Some language, the reader is not a very pleasant person

Author’s Notes:  Multiple viewpoints, Sam and the reader. Please let me know if you would like me to continue.

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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BTS reaction: their gf getting in the mood very suddenly

I’m fine with dirty requests, so don’t worry. But as I’m bad at writing smutty stuff, I’ll just stick with their reaction afterwards. I hope that’s okay. Thank you for requesting xx

Jin: He would just sit there, mouth hanging open while you left the room to continue with whatever you were doing before. He would be stunned and wondering where that had come from all of a sudden. He wouldn’t complain though. Not at all. He would need a few minutes to collect himself before going on with his day. He would probably treat you to an amazing dinner as thanks.

Originally posted by jinful

Suga: You better be prepared for a round two. You taking the initiative would really turn him on and he would not let you get away that quickly. He would only need a few minutes before he was ready to go at it again. But this time, he would be in charge. You better not have anything else to do that day, because he will certainly take his time with you, and you’ll have trouble walking afterwards.

Originally posted by sughyun


J-Hope: He would definitely love it. He would sit in the sofa afterwards, trying to collect himself. He’d have a smirk on his face the whole time. Once he left the sofa, he would find you and give you a quick and sweet kiss on your lips. But when he pulled away, he would have a devilish smile on his face.

“I’ve got other business to attend to right now, but you better be prepared for tonight, jagi. I have to return the favor.” 

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Rap Monster: Oh, you wouldn’t be riding him for long. He would enjoy it for a while, and then he would definitely take charge. He’s not someone to let you be the dominant one for long (unless maybe if he’s very tired). He would, like Yoongi, take his time with you, and when he was done, he’d leave you breathless.

Originally posted by taestylips

Jimin: This little cinnamon roll would be very stunned the entire time you were going at it, not really taking it in. It was when you left that the switch in his head flipped. That’s when he would turn into the Jimin we usually see on stage. He would go after you, and probably kissing you while pushing you up against a wall. He would get you in the mood again, but then suddenly just leave like the little tease he is.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

V: He would probably be a ball of fluff for the rest of the day, just because he wanted to show you that he’s grateful that you took the initiative this time. Like, he would probably take you out for a walk, buy you ice cream and all of that. But, when you got home that night, he would mumble something about being hungry and carry you to your bed, immediately on top of you, making sure that the hickeys he was leaving would be very hard to cover up. He would eat you out for as long as you wanted, making it all about you.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Jungkook: You would not even get to ride him. He would probably push you into the sofa as soon as he figured out what you tried to do. I think he’s the most dominant member, just because he’s the youngest and really wants to take every chance he can to show off how manly he can be. He would be quite rough with you, but really sweet afterwards, ordering food and just spend the rest of the day playing video games with you.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

this took a way smuttier turn than i had imagined jfc

I’m Castiel, part 2

Words: 1237
Pairing: Castiel x  Angel!Reader
Featuring: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Warnings: swearing, violence
Requested by Anon.
Orginal Request for Part 1. Hey can you do one with Angel! Reader that’s been friends with Cas for a long time but Cas has forgotten? 

Then I got another request :  can u please do a second part to the “I’m Castiel”?? I would love to see it continue!

So here’s Part 2 & there will another part. 


Author’s Note:This is my first ever request! So sorry to the anon. who requested it , if it wasn’t what you had in mind. I can redo it, just let me know !

It had been a few weeks since Castiel had lost any memory of who you were. Spending countless hours, trying to figure out what spell the witch had used, gaining nothing but more questions. Dean suggest you’d go ask some angel’s about it, to which you huffed and complained that most angels were “assholes”, the older Winchester couldn’t argue with that. You sat in the library, doing research on your laptop when Sam strolled in. He smiled at you, letting you know he found a case a couple of hours away, a nest of vamps were causing trouble, asking if you wanted in. If it meant not having to be alone with Cas in the bunker, because it was becoming too painful, then you were going. The fallen angel was polite around you, but mostly stayed in his room. Sleeping wasn’t an issue for you, being an angel and all, but years being on Earth, you taught yourself to sleep. Now you just did it mostly to escape any thoughts of Castiel. Sam told you to be ready in an hour, pack for an overnight, just in case. You obligated, even though you knew you could just zap back home, but again, all your years on Earth, it felt normal to not zap yourself to places as often.

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