i'm leaving this up to your imaginations

Leaving the theater with your friends after seeing IT..


FRIEND: Oh man, can you imagine actually seeing Pennywise in a drain? That would be terrifying.. I’d haul ass out of there.. What about you?


ME: uhh.. *thinks about seeing Pennywise smiling up from the storm drain..*


* in head*

Here I come Clowndaddy!


ME: Yeah.. Yeah, haul ass…away from there…


FRIEND: You wanna jump down there and fuck the clown don’t you…


ME: … *whispers quietly* …..no…. maybe… OK YES!


Marauders at the beach
  • James: *splashes Sirius' hair*
  • Sirius: Peli-can you not?
  • Remus: fuk not again
  • James: sorry, padfoot. It's nearly shrimp-possible for me to stop. I can't kelp it.
  • Sirius: that's not true you're obviously doing it on porpoise
  • Remus: why
  • James: Gil-ty as charged, I guess.
  • Sirius: oh my cod my hair is gonna be so salty!
  • James: I'm reely sorry
  • Remus: I'm leaving you people I can't handle your puns right now.
  • Sirius: NO WHERE HAS THE HUMANATEE GONE?
  • James: THAT IS SO SHELLFISH OF YOU
  • Remus: HOLY SHIT SHUT THE FUCK UP
  • Sirius: what a fin-tastic day for going to the beach.
  • James: it's simply fin-credible weather.
  • Sirius: I think we can count this as a day whale-spent.
  • Remus: I hate my life.
Imagine Your OTP
  • Person C can be a mutual friend or part of an OT3. Either works.
  • Person C: Person A, do you ever wash that jacket? C'mon, you wear it everyday.
  • Person A: ...
  • Person A: Of course I do. I'm not tHAt terrible.
  • Person B: I wonder what I would look like in that jacket.
  • Person A: (stares)
  • Person C: Oh yeah, that's real smooth, Person B.
  • Person A: (takes off jacket)
  • Person A: I expect this back.
  • Person B: (is really excited)
  • Person A: (literally throws the jacket at Person B)
  • Authority Figure: Hey, you guys need to leave.
  • Group splits up
  • Person B: (throws jacket back to Person A)
  • Person A: Wait! You can still wear it...
  • Person B: (can't hear)
  • Person A: (doesn't stop thinking about it for three days)
Here Are My Colors

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Requested: anthony x reader where reader is anthony’s longterm girlfriend who stuck with him through him never being home, missing out on date nights for rehearsals & performances, & really through everything together. when the show hits broadway, anthony starts staying waaay later than he has to @ the theatre & on readers 3 year anni with him, he insists he has to stay late at the theatre when they already had plans together & reader discovers it was just bc he wanted to hang out with jasmine

Words: 6,149 (i get it man, I’m so extra)

Warnings:  swearing, cheating, AND angst, SO much angst, I’m sorry

A/N: I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS FIC TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON, ELL @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky. THANK YOU FOR LOOKING OVER THIS & FOR LITERALLY MAKING ME LAUGH & SMILE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. I LOVE YOU & I APPRECIATE THE SHIT OUTTA YA GIRL. Y’ALL GO CHECK HER OUT, SHE SLAYS THE GAME EVERYDAY.

ALSO, I have no words as to how PROUD I am of this fic, it’s UNREAL. It took me so long to write and I love it, it’s basically my child. PLEASE ENJOY.

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LIPSTICK ੭  JUNGKOOK

Contains : drabble, roommate!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : exactly 1,2k

Summary : Jungkook never thought that a few lipstick stains would turn him on.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

A/N : I just wanted to post a little something since I’m pretty inactive because of my finals. Inspired by that time I kissed one of my friends on the cheek to see if my lipstick would tranfer and he got super cocky about the stain.
Feedback or a questions, everything is here !


“Y/N, what are you doing ?”, laughed Jungkook, resting the controller on his thigh.
From his spot on the couch, he was watching you tap your finger on your lower lip, before examinating your fingertip.

“I need to see if my lipstick is going to stay through the night.”, you explained, tapping once again your finger on your lip, your eyes cheking your makeup. You were going out tonight, seeing old friends from highschool, and everything needed to be perfect, you wanted people to look at you and be stunned.
The dress hugging your body was enough to leave your roommate breathless, but you were prouder of your makeup, everything was perfect, if it wasn’t for the said lipstick.

“Is that the one you bought last week ?”, asked Jungkook, leaning against the couch.
You hummed, remembering the day you dragged the boy to Sephora. Fortunately, he didn’t complain, or maybe you just didn’t listen to his desperate sighs, but he helped you pick a color, the dark chocolate, almost purple color catching his eyes.

“Why don’t you just do the thing you do with your hand.”, he asked gesturing to the top of his hand, talking about that time he saw you place your lips on your hand.

“Ugh, I’m too lazy to wash my hand after, or to go get a tussie.”, you sighed, looking at the clock.
Jungkook laughed, getting up and walking towards you before looking at himself in the miroir. Running his hand in his hair, he gave you a faked annoyed look.

“Do it, we’ll see if it leaves a stain.”, proposed Jungkook, tugging at the collar of his shirt, revealing his golden skin a little more.

Smiling at Jungkook, he lightly pushed your shoulder, it wasn’t the first time that he allowed you to test your lipsticks on him and he knew you were dying to test this one too. It just happened one time when you were on a rush, no tissus or anything to place your lips on, and since Jungkook didn’t mind having a stain that he could wash off just after, he was the guinea pig.

Grabbing your roommate’s chin, you quickly kissed a trail from his cheek to his collarbone, as he tilted his head.

“Ouh, that’s a lot.”, you noticed, eyebrows furrowed. A mark of your lips were clearly visible of his cheek, another one in the middle of his neck, and the last one on top of his collarbone, more faded, but it was there.

“I’m definitely taking it with me, I’ll probably have to do some touch ups.”, you mumbled, grabbing the lipstick before throwing it in your purse, not really paying attention as Jungkook stayed silent.

His eyes were glued on the miroir, pupils blowing wide a little bit more as he discovered the stains. Licking his lips, he slowly parted them, feeling his sweatpants grow thighter.

Biting his lower lip, he nodded as he heard you say something, but he never payed attention, a finger coming to touch the stain on his neck.
Why was he so turned on by such a simple thing, was it the stains, or you ? Or both ? His hand was aching to wrap around his growing length, but his line of thoughts got cut by the loud sound of the front door closing.

His breath grew uneven as he looked around the apartment, before quickly walking towards his room, his game still paused on the tv screen.
Not caring to close his door, he left it slightly open, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the miroir in front of him.
Giving him a full view of his body, Jungkook quickly took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor, as if he was afraid that the lipstick stains would fade away.

With the huge miroir, it was even better, he could clearly see the three marks along his cheek and neck, the last one almost looking like a really dark hickey.
His mouth fell agape at how good the color looked, the brownish stains contrasting with his skin.
His hand went to his bulge, feeling his already hard cock as a few locks of hair fell in front of his eyes.

Lips slightly pink, glittering with a coat of saliva, his hand grabbed his sheet as the other sneaked beneath the fabric of his sweatpants.
A sigh of relief left his lips when he felt his rough hand wrap around his base, teasing himself as he started to slowly move up and down.

His mind was fogged, focused on the ounce of pleasure he was giving himself. Head tilted to the side, he was trying his hardest not to close his eyes, he wanted to see the marks and his skin.

His thumb collected his pre-cum, speading it, a pleased sigh leaving his lips. His movements grew faster, pleasure taking over his body and soon enough, he was pushing the hem of his pants down.
The sound of skin filled the room, alongside his sighs, grewing deeper and deeper.

But, his hand wasted enough, he had to use his imagination, his mind wondering.
He tried his best to remember the feeling of your lips on his skin, picturing them kissing down his torso, and his hand pumped faster as he imagined your mouth around his cock, a groan leaving his lips.

Maybe your lipstick would leave a few rings around his shaft, a deep moan coming from his chest. He never thought that a few marks would turn him on, but there he was, using his hand to catch his climax because of them.

“God.”, he breathed, his hips bucking. A gasp left his lips as he pictured you again, seeing you in that dress, wishing his could take it off, and let his hands wonder around your body.
His lip got caught in his teeth, closing his eyes as he imagined what he would do to you, the taste of arousal linguering on his tongue. And god, he wished you didn’t leave, his hand moving faster and faster, chassing his high.
“Y/N, fuck.”, it left his lips without thinking, the blurry image of your body underneath his clouding his mind, his cheek slightly pink, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and torso.

He lost track of everything as his mind started making up how your moans would sound, how your voice would sound as you were begging him to fuck you, how you voice would crack as you moan his name, getting closer and closer to your climax.

His Adam’s apple bobbed against the skin of his throat, regular gasp leaving his lips as he mumbled incoherent phrases. He knew he was getting closer, bucking his hips, before letting out a loud moan, his voice cracking towards the end in what sounded like your name. Panting, his hand slowed down as he released, cum dripping on his torso.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, chest falling up and down at an irregular pace as he tried to catch his breath. He closed his eyes, head falling back, trying to process everything.

“Jungkook ? I forgot my wallet.”

And his eyes shot open.

  • Jungkook: Oh my god hyung are you crying?
  • Taehyung: *Looks up at Jungkook with glossy eyes* Son let me give you a bit of very important life advice.
  • Jungkook: I'm not your son but if it'll make you feel better I'm listening...
  • Taehyung: Never suck the cream filling out of a donut first. It only leaves a lack of flavor and disappointment in an empty shell of broken promises.
making up for lost time || kim taehyung

Kim Taehyung x reader

Summary: Taehyung returns home from tour after two months, and both your cravings need satisfying.

Genre: smut/fluff

Words: 2277

warning - smut

can you buy holy water on amazon??? *places order*

Originally posted by jjks


“Tae!” I couldn’t stop myself from calling out as soon as I saw his familiar hair leave the arrivals gate. His head whipped around at the sound of my voice, his eyes desperately meeting mine and my feet were moving before I could register it. I manoeuvred my way through the crowds of people with suitcases and children huddling by their parent’s legs, and I saw him doing the same, pushing past security as our eyes locked again.

I reached the barrier before he did, and saw him increase his speed as he pulled the mask off his face and dropped his bag from his shoulder to his hand. I let out an involuntary sob as he finally reached me and dropped his bag to take my face in his hands and smash his lips against mine over the barrier. Tears were in my eyes as I desperately kissed him back, my hands in his hair as I lifted onto the tips of my toes to reach him better. The kiss was messy and tearful and we broke away only for him to duck under the barrier before his hands were on my waist and his lips on mine again.

“Oh my god. I missed you, so much. I love you.” He muttered, kissing me between every word. I let out a tearful laugh and flung my arms around his neck, pulling me as close to him as possible, and he wrapped his arms tightly around me. I shut my eyes in relief and breathed in his scent as we clung to each other, trying to make up for two months apart.

“I missed you too.” I whispered and pressed several kisses to the part of his neck that was on display. I couldn’t help myself from lingering my mouth on the tender, tanned skin there for a moment longer than necessary, and his breathed hitched as he felt my mouth press harder on the sensitive spot beneath his ear. His hands on my lower back suddenly tightened their grip and he growled, bringing his mouth to my ear.

“I’ve been without you for two months, baby, you better not tease me like that.” He whispered hoarsely in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine at his low, threatening tone. I smirked against his shoulder and paused for a moment, lightly nipping his ear before pulling out of the hug. His hands reluctantly let me go but I didn’t miss his gaze on me and his slightly heavy breaths as I greeted the other members and he fetched his bag.

As much as I loved teasing him, I couldn’t deny my own strong desire to feel his soft, tanned skin under my touch, and how much I had missed the feeling of his hands and lips on me whilst he had been gone.

He kept his eyes on me, but didn’t say anything else as we were standing with the members, waiting for the cars to pick us up. As we stood silently behind the others, I felt his hand rest onto my lower back, and suppressed a gasp as he moved it down to rest on my ass. The air was thick between us, as the other boys chatted good naturedly between themselves, oblivious to the sexual tension. We stood as close to each other as we could without touching. I could feel Taehyung’s gaze on the side of my face, and composed myself before reaching my own hand behind my back. I rested it atop his and squeezed, forcing his hand to enclose around my ass cheek.

His only reaction was to take matters into his own hands, literally, by squeezing even harder than I had encouraged him to, and moving his fingers further down, almost reaching the hem of my dress. I chuckled breathlessly and turned my head to him, to find his dark, large eyes already boring into mine, a smirk on his face. We kept eye contact for several seconds, the electricity between us palpable, his hand still resting where I had placed it. 

I saw the vans pull up and turned my head, removing my hand and pulling away from his touch.

In the backseat, I tried to contain myself, watching his slender fingers rest on my thigh and slowly inch upwards. I forced myself to remove his hand, deliberately brushing my knuckles over his crotch as I placed his hand back in his own lap. Turning my head so my lips were against his ear I heard him breathe in sharply, his dark eyes on my hand still resting in his lap.

“Can’t wait until we get home?” I whispered teasingly, and he turned his head so our noses were touching and our lips were centimetres apart. I felt his breath against my open mouth as he spoke lowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

As soon as the door of our apartment was closed I was slammed against it, his hands lifting me up by my thighs and holding me against it as our lips smashed together. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I returned the kiss just as forcefully, leaning my head into his to deepen it. His lips quickly moved from my mouth to my neck, moving up it with chaste kissing and sucking, and I leant my head back against the wood of the door, arching my back and pushing my hips to meet his. My eyes were closed and I let out a breathless moan as he sucked on a sensitive spot under my jaw. His lips left my skin and I opened my eyes to find him staring up at me, his lips swollen and his hair dishevelled from where my fingers had been running through it.

We paused for a moment, taking each other in, before I jumped down from his hips, taking control as I pushed him against the wall and reached up to press my mouth against his, my tongue flicking out and roaming his mouth. His hands hungrily grabbed my ass and I began to unbutton the top of his shirt.

“I missed you so much.” I whispered against his mouth and he growled, pressing my hips against his where I could feel him pressing into me.

“Bedroom. Now.” He said, his breaths heavy and his eyes dangerous. We managed to separate ourselves long enough for him to hurriedly lead me upstairs. I couldn’t keep my hands off him once we reached our room, two months of separation catching up me as I unbuttoned his shirt hurriedly and ran my hands up and down his chest and arms, feeling his warm skin under my fingers whilst our lips stayed connected.

“Your turn.” He whispered huskily against my lips and I smirked, reaching my arms behind me to unzip my dress. He pushed it off my shoulders and down to my waist, his hands quickly finding my bra strap and unclasping it easily. I removed my hands from his hair only to slip my arms out of the straps and push the dress off my hips and onto the floor, and he paused briefly to take me in, a soft smile gracing his pink lips as he looked me up and down, his eyes dark. He gently pushed me down onto the bed, climbing on to lean over me, his hands roaming my bare chest. I tugged him closer by his hair, pushing my tongue into his mouth hungrily.

We moved until I was pressed against the backboard and he was in between my legs. His tongue roamed my mouth, and I moved my hand down to palm him through his tight jeans, causing him to groan against my lips. I felt myself grow wet as his hands wandered across my body and I felt how hard he was against my thigh. His lips pressed flush against mine, I marvelled at the feeling of his slender fingers on my hips, thumbs rubbing over my thighs. He moved one of his hands to feel me through the soft cotton of my underwear, and I gasped as he pressed a finger against my opening through the fabric. We continued to kiss each other hungrily, admiring the feeling of being in each other’s arms again.

One of his hands held my breast, his thumb sliding over my nipple, while the other moved down my stomach, his large, warm hands causing goose bumps to arise wherever he touched. His fingers teased down, sliding under the line of my underwear. I tugged on his hair and let out a gasp as he pulled my underwear down with his hand, moving his fingers closer to my entrance. He moved his body further down, his lips meeting my collar bone. I arched my neck as he began to slowly move his fingers in circles around my entrance and I quivered under his touch. His tongue danced along my chest all the while, sucking and biting and I closed my eyes, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure he was inflicting.

“God, Tae…” I sighed, and he grinned against my neck at how desperate I was for him, contrary to how controlled and teasing I had been earlier. He circled his thumb over my clit and reached one of his fingers inside me. I bucked my hips and gasped as he entered me and he swore against the flushed skin of my chest.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” He muttered, and I nodded, letting out a soft moan as he began to move his finger back and forth. He continued to move in and out of me, pressing kisses along my chest and my love for him surged with the incredible feeling he was able to give me. I felt the pressure build up between my legs and knew it wasn’t long before I was finished. I scraped my fingernails along his scalp as he continued his movements, painfully slowly, his tongue playing with the soft skin of my breast.

“Tae, I’m close.” I moaned, and he chuckled as I tugged on his hair, leaning my head back and panting.

“Already? You really were desperate for me.” He said breathlessly, moving another finger inside me, causing me to buck my hips and let out a loud moan. He moved both fingers slowly in and out of me, and I scratched my hands down his neck as I breathed heavily.

“I need you inside me.” I demanded, panting. His free hand ran along my ribs and up to my chest, his hand fondling my breast as he looked up at me. With one more excruciating push, his fingers moved out of me, and I whined, desperate for his touch again.

I opened my eyes to watch him unbutton his jeans and pull off both them and his underwear. His full erection on display turned me on even more, and I arched my back, aching for his touch as I watched him hurriedly slip on a condom. I felt my insides clench, watching him sitting on the edge of the bed, running his own hand over his length and breathing heavily.

“Taehyung…” I whimpered needily, and his eyes flicked to mine. His gaze darkened and he moved quickly up the bed to hover over me, his gaze hungry and his voice low.

“Say that again.” He growled, and I closed my eyes, as his breath washed over my face. He lined himself up with my entrance and with his tip almost touching me I moaned again, meeting his darkened gaze and bringing my hands to his hair before whispering it again.

“Taehyung.” The word left my mouth and almost immediately his lips were on mine, and he was sliding into me slowly. He started slowly until I was begging for more, my core heating up at the indescribable feeling of him moving inside me.

“Faster,” I murmured against his lips, and he obliged, grunting as he sped up his pace and I gasped, pressure building up once again. My hands ran over his back and our mouths sloppily moved against each other as he began to buck his hips harder into me.

“Oh my god,” He groaned, separating our lips to arch his head back. “You’re so tight.” I trembled under his touch and gasped as I felt myself reaching my climax.

“Tae, I’m going to…” I breathed, my fingernails scratching his back and my spine arching. He thrusted once more into me and I felt the pressure reach its highest point before releasing in a wave of intense pleasure. I let out a loud moan, shaking as I came undone under him. I sighed as I came down, panting as he continued to thrust inside of me before he came himself, letting out a series of harsh breaths and grunts as he opened his mouth at the intense feeling. I marvelled at his beauty from underneath him, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes closed in pleasure as moans left his swollen lips.

He finished, and carefully pulled out of me, breathing heavily as he collapsed on the bed beside me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I rested my head on his rising chest as we both caught our breath, sweaty and panting.

He pressed his lips to my forehead, letting them rest there as he tightened his hold around me.

“I was away for way too long.” He murmured, and I smiled against the hot skin of his chest.

“Agreed.”


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anonymous asked:

Just imagine getting fucked by Harry after that wedding please i want it

His hand on the small of your back by the end of the night is always a clear indication he’s had one too many, and you’re in for it. You don’t notice it until he lets out a booming laugh and you have to look at him because you love admiring his entire physique when he does this.

Butterflies creep into your stomach when you think about how lucky you are, to hold him, to be here with him, to be *his*. To kiss him, your memory passes to the last time he kissed you which was only moments ago; to touch him… you think about his hands, and then you become hyper aware of the hand that is on your back that doesn’t belong to you.

By the time you’re saying your goodbyes and Harry is giving his friends drunk high fives and kisses on the cheek, he notices you; stopping dead in his tracks. Your legs are crossed, one of your hands wiping sweat from the back of your neck slowly, biting your bottom lip. He gulps, his smile fading into a serious look.

He knows your body language.

He gets you home, after a hot and heavy makeout session in the taxi where you climbed onto his lap without a care in the world; sloppy kisses and sweaty bodies as you unbutton his shirt and just about the time you start ripping off his jacket, the car stops to let you out.

Discreet touches and giggles in the packed elevator to your hotel room, until he finally gets you into your room.

“So bloody beautiful,” he half coos/whines between kisses as you both fight to peel off your sticky clothes, not even making it to the bedroom.

He plops you down on the oversized chaise in the living room that overlooks the Pacific ocean, millions of stars and the moon lighting you both up, since you’re both too busy to turn on a single light.

He’s quick and needy, his eyes full of lust and then, for a brief moment, as he positions himself at your entrance, lifting one of your legs, he stops, running his fingers delicately over your lips.

He kisses your sweaty forehead, nudging his nose on your skin as he pushes in, the both of you groaning.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispers out, his head next to yours.

You can’t say anything, a happy and blissed / tipsy giggle leaves your lips and your head falls back as he starts to thrust deep, clawing at his back.

He looks up at you and let’s out a breathy laugh, now admiring *your* physique as you giggle, kissing your lips.

La Vie en Rose

Request: For the Drabble list thing , can you do 5&3 <3333

3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

Word Count: 1819

A/N: Reader is 17 here~Starts off 16, but is 17 cause woo time skips. But wow I just realized I slightly changed things a bit. So basically. May doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman. But it also doesn’t take place during the movie. But Peter is 16. So, after the movie, but May doesn’t know. YIKES! (Im really only explaining this like this because I’m splitting this into different parts. The next part will go more into the title).

Summary: the reader grew up with Peter and when the reader’s mom dies, May takes her in.

Warnings: None.

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You and Peter grew up together. Kind of. Peter’s aunt May was your mom’s best friend. When Peter’s parents died when he was young he went to live with his Aunt, and May would often invite you and you mom over so Peter would have a friend to play with.

The only thing is, you and your mom moved away when you were 10 and you only saw Peter and May about once a year.

So, when your mom died, you found out she had put May as next of kin, and you were shipped off to Queens to live with Peter and May.

It was odd moving back to the city you had called home for so long. After living in a small town in Maine for six years, it was odd being back in a big city.

Of course it was a difficult transition when your mom died, trying to get used to May and Peter again. May treated you like you were her own daughter, and Peter was so nice to you.

You had had a crush on Peter for as long as you can remember. Probably eight or nine years. It was always something small where it would always sit in the back of your mind, but wouldn’t really hit you unless you and your mom went to visit.

By the time you were 15, you and Peter had exchanged phone numbers when you stayed with them for a week with your mom. You had kept in touch after that. You would text at least once a week, mostly telling each other about your days.

Moving to Queens really wasn’t easy. May tried her best to help you, but Peter was really the one who go through to you.

One night, shortly after you had moved in he had heard you crying in your room. He had let himself in and sat down on your bed with you.

He began to tell you about his adjustment to Queens when he was really little and how hard it was for him to make friends, to get used to staring a new school at such a young age, and get used to May and the city.

“I remember that on my second day here in Queens, May told me that someone was coming to see me, and that they were my age. And a few hours later, you walked through that front door. As soon as you saw me you ran over and shoved two toy cars in my face asking if I wanted to play. I was six, Y/N, but I knew that I had made a friend and I would be okay,”

After he had told you this, he pulled you into a hug and held you for a while. But before you knew it, your lips were on his and you were pulling his shirt off. The next morning when you woke up naked next to Peter, you both agreed that it would be best if nothing like that were to happen again. It would be too complicated given your situation.

After that night you and Peter remained close. One could argue that you were even better friends than you were when you were little. And your crush had grown. Living with him only helped it grow into something more than a crush. You couldn’t help but admire Peter.

May was amazing support to you and helped you adjust to living in an apartment in Queens.

When the new Semester at school began you joined Peter at Midtown High School. When Peter introduced you to Ned, you clicked instantly.

Your Friday nights soon turned into a time when you, Peter, and Ned would hang out. The three of your would study or watch movies or go out and wander the city.

One night, almost a year after you had moved in with May and Peter, you were helping May with dinner.

“I have to say, Y/N, since you’ve moved in, we’ve had go out for take out a lot less,”

You laughed, “well, in your defence, you just never set the timer on the oven and leave the food in for too long,”

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say, but why don’t you go get Peter from his room while I change and then we can eat,” May said, heading towards her bedroom.

You walked over to Peter’s bedroom door and knocked twice.

“Peter?” You asked

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the front door, it swung open and Peter fell through.

“Peter? Oh my god, are you alright?” You said

You rushed over to where Peter had fallen on the floor.

Peter quickly hopped up, held a hand over his face and tried to make a run to his room.

You stood in front of him, not letting him pass you.

“Peter Parker, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,”

“Then take your hand off your face,”

Peter slowly removed his hand from his face, revealing a giant bruise below his left eye.

“Oh my god,” you said

“Please don’t tell May,”

“I’m not going to have to tell her, I think she’ll notice,”

“Can you please just help me cover it up,” Peter begged.

You hesitated for a moment, May had welcomed you into her home and took you in as her own, you didn’t like lying to her.

“Fine,” you agreed.

You allowed Peter to pass you and head into his room. You went into your room and picked up you makeup bag and headed back into the hallway where you ran into May.

“Y/N, did you get Peter?”

“Uh, yes… he’s just - uh he’ll be out in a second. He just needs my help with something,” you said and quickly moved past May and entered Peter’s room.

Peter was sitting on his bed when you walked in.

“So, I have to use makeup to cover that up,”

You pulled Peter’s desk chair close to his bed so you could sit and fix up his face.

“So are you going to tell me what happened?” You asked, rummaging though your makeup bag for your concealer.

Peter remained silent.

“Peter i’m not going to help you unless you explain this to me,”

Peter sighed “Look, I got into a fight,”

“You’re lying,” you said, applying the concealer to Peter’s face.

“Yeah, okay well then if i’m lying you’re an idiot,” Peter said, (knowing that you are extremely smart and not at all an idiot).

“In that case, I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid. Tell me the truth Peter,”

As Peter went to open his mouth Peter’s bedroom door opened and May walked in.

“Guys it’s dinner,” May paused and looked at what was happening, “Y/N, are you putting makeup on Peter?”

You and Peter exchanged a look.

“No?” You said

May eyed you both suspiciously.

“What’s for dinner?” Peter said, standing up and walking out to the table.

“Y/N and I made a lasagna,” May answered as the two of you followed Peter to the table.

“It was my grandma’s recipe,” you said, taking a seat.

You stared Peter down the entire meal, hoping he would get the message that you weren’t finished with the conversation from earlier.

“Y/N, you haven’t touched your food. What’s going on?” May said

“Nothing, May. Sorry. It’s just been a long day at school and I could really use Peter’s help with my calculus homework,” you lied

“Well, why don’t you eat something and then you two can go study,” May suggested.

After dinner, Peter helped May clean up while you waited in your bedroom for Peter.

Eventually he walked in and closed the door behind him.

“I need answers, Peter. You can’t just walk in here all bruised and ask me to help you hide it from may without an explanation,”

“I wasn’t lying before. I really did get into a fight. Someone tried to steal my backpack and they punched me, and they stole my backpack,”

You were hesitant to believe him.

“You’re really not lying to me?”

“C’mon Y/N, I would never lie to you. You know that,“ Peter said.

“Actually, I clearly remember this one time when we were eight that you lied straight to my face,”

“No, Y/N, please don’t bring up the barbie incident again,”

“Peter, you cut off my barbie’s hair. I will never get over that,”

“How many times do I have to apologize for that? It’s been eight years,”

You shrugged, knowing every time you brought this up you got Peter all worked up.

“Peter let me ask you something,”

“Shoot?”

“Who is she?” You asked.

“What?” Peter said, confused.

“Ive deduced that you must have a girlfriend. You sneak out almost every night, you claim to be at your Stark internship every day after school, but I don’t buy it,”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,”

“Again, I still don’t buy it,”

"Well, what about you, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?” Peter questioned.

“Oh yeah, great job turning the tables on me there, Peter. But you know there hasn’t been anyone since Gwen,”

“Shame, you guys were cute together,” Peter said.

You and Peter stayed silent for a while before Peter spoke up again.

“Y/N, remember not long after you moved in with me and May and how I told you about the first time we met and what I remembered,”

You nodded, remembering what else had happened that night.

“I know we agreed that nothing should happen after that night, but I just always thought something would,” Peter admitted.

He sat and stared at you, waiting for you to say something.

“You know what, I think i’m gonna go. All this sneaking out has left me extremely tired,” Peter said.

Peter placed a light kiss to your forehead and got up to leave.

“Are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend?” You said, stopping him at your door.

“I’m actually kind of waiting to see if anything will happen with this one girl,”

Peter gave you a small smile, said goodnight, and closed the door behind him.

amnesia || sebastian stan

word count: 2109

summary: sebastian stan x reader → he’s waiting for you to remember

author’s note: i took a chance on this one. it’s been in my drafts for awhile now and i’m just now posting it. it might be a little out of character, since i didn’t originally have anyone planned out for this. (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors) enjoy :)

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“I don’t intend to let you down.”

“I didn’t abandon you.”

But gUYS tho, guys.. Can you even imagine what is going through poor Killian’s head. Like, FUUUUUUU… They had a fight and now he’s unable to go back to her, and he KNOWS her. He KNOWS her insecurities and fears of people leaving.

And he’s gotten her to trust him with everything she is, and now he KNOWS how this looks to her. That he just up and left her. Like everybody else.

But he’s not everybody else. He didn’t leave her, and it’s KILLING him knowing that she’s breaking down back home, knowing that she’s possibly putting her walls back up, after they worked so hard together to bring them down.

LIKE. I can’t even imagine being Killian Jones right now. The thought of so much heartache happening to your loved one (over HIM) and it all being out of your control, that you can’t just go to her and hug her and tell her that everything is okay and that you will NEVER leave her, ever. I jUST SFKGHJ..

Senior Year + College stuff (HC’s with The Sincerely Three)

A/N: I didn’t fully know what to do with Senior Year, so I just made that college stuff as well, wohooo


Connor:

  • He’d be 0 excited for his senior year, while ur all #Hyped for it
  • Honestly, he’s just so anxious about what will happen after school
  • Cuz Boii, he’s afraid of his future and he’s afraid of losing you
  • Sometimes when you two hang out, you guys start talking about everything and then he starts talking about him losing you
  • And he starts crying
  • And ur like “Noooo” and ur heart is breaking
  • You’re assuring him that ur gonna stick to his side, no matter what, even after school
  • “But why would you even want to stay with me? I’m stupid and I’m probably not gonna achieve anything in my life” – “Well, because I want you, no matter what. It’s that simple.”
  • A lot of love, a lot of kisses
  • Sometimes in school, he’d even write you little notes and hide them in your locker
  • You’d be like Heart Eyes and aaaw it’s so cute
  • And Connor would blush, and be so happy that u like it cuz at first he thought you would think it was cheesy and bäh
  • You guys don’t give a shit anymore about what other people think of you
  • Some ppl still call Connor a freak, then laugh, but he just turns around, mocks them and yells “You’re childish and gonna die alone” at them
  • You are #SHOOK (but he’s right tho)
  • He got a lot more self-confident and you are so proud of him omg
  • His parents r still kinda dicks to him and literally force him into going to college (they want him to become a lawyer or like any job in a higher position)
  • Connor doesn’t give a shit and just applies for a photography school
  • To get into it, he needs to show them a portfolio, but mate doesn’t have one
  • “Maybe I could be your model, or so? You know, for some photos?” His eyes lit up and omg he was so happy to have you and was soo!! excited to take some nice photos of you
  • These photos were beautiful and Connor made you cry sometimes cuz it was all so Emotional
  • You’ve always hated your body, so you were not really excited when he said he wanted to take photos of you wearing literally nothing
  • But all the time, he whispered “God, you’re so beautiful” which made you sob sometimes
  • The ppl from said school loved his portfolio and immediately accepted him
  • Omg Connor was so happy and kissed you all the time and thanked you, oh god
  • Your prom was also really cute
  • At first, he didn’t want to attend it, but you begged him so much and well, he couldn’t say no to you
  • But Connor freaking enjoyed himself so much, he even danced with you
  • (He even waltzed!!! Because you showed it to him some weeks before prom; so cute)
  • At the end of it, you guys were so exhausted, just dropped into bed and immediately fell asleep
  • He held you so tight and omg u two are so in love wtf
  • BONUS: You two move together after high school, Connor’s a super photographer, while you also work together with him in his own studio, you two love each other very much and stay together #Forever

Evan:

  • Our mate would be #anxious
  • “What if I can’t go to a good college? What if I CAN go to a good college, but we just can’t afford it?” – “Evan, it’s 3 am in the morning, what”
  • He’d totally be in the studying phase, where you wouldn’t see him some days
  • “Can I come over?” – “Well, I still have to write three essays, I gotta do that assignment for Ms Miller and OH GOD, I need to-“ – “Yeaaah, I’ll be there in like 20 minutes”
  • You’d help him with his stuff, he’d help you with your stuff
  • Evan used to be really quiet and shy about your relationship, but now in Senior Year, he’s all open about that
  • He doesn’t care what people will think and he even ignores some comments from SOME GUY (*cough* Jared *cough*)
  • One time, and god, you were surprised, he even slapped your butt while he passed you in the hallway
  • Afterwards he apologized like a million times for it, but you assured him that you didn’t mind
  • You kinda liked it wtf
  • Anyway, Evan would do all these essay contests to get a scholarship
  • He’d be doubting all the time that any college would be interested in him
  • You’d always hug him, he’d wrap his arm around your waist and you’d just whisper in his ear, how wonderful he is and how happy you are that he’s your boyfriend
  • Evan was also kinda scared that you’d leave him afterwards when you two go to different colleges
  • You were also v scared about that
  • So you two made a total serious pact that you’re just not going to break up
  • it’s that simple
  • NOW TO THE GOOD NEWS
  • Evan got accepted to one of his Top 3 colleges!
  • And you as well!
  • You two celebrated the whole night, laughing and kissing, maybe even some drinking, but not too much
  • “What should I do at college now? When I won’t drink alcohol, they’re gonna think I’m a loser!” – “Then both of us are losers!”
  • Cheers!
  • So, you two went to different colleges
  • A lot of tears, when you said goodbye
  • But!! Evan tries to drive to you every weekend
  • One time, he didn’t have enough time and couldn’t manage to get to you
  • Well, then you took a train to his college and surprised him (Maybe you two cried then and omg u 2 are so cute)
  • and ur PROM!!!
  • Evan made like a cute promposal
  • But sort of fucked it up and thought he was a mistake
  • u laughed and thought it was the cutest thing ever
  • So on prom night, you two danced and smooch and kissed and omg that love, beautiful night

Jared:

  • “It’s our Senior Year” – “Yeah” – “Jared, we need to do something” – “No”
  • Jared would be all chill about it, while you’re all worried
  • He’d (sometimes) study stuff for his SAT’s
  • But not really tbh
  • Everybody would ask him which college he’d like to go to
  • And Jared would be like “Uhm, rude?”
  • Even you would try to persuade him into trying to achieve!!! more things cuz he’s smart and you’d tell him this all the fucking time!!!!
  • So, Jared agrees into “trying”
  • You would go to his house and study some school stuff
  • He’s friggin smart and v good at math and helps u
  • (bc obviously if one person needs help with math it’s u ok)
  • You’d try to study, but Jared just nudges you all the time and kisses you, while ur like #serious about it
  • Okay, but at some point you’d just give in nd u make out alright
  • ANYWAY the SAT’s right
  • Boi fucking destroyed it
  • You were so happy for him and ohhh god
  • And Jared was all like “Well, I told you I was smart!”
  • (Alright but he was also very excited about it and so happy bc finally he could prove to people how smart he was)
  • So, he goes to college and probably studies summat to do with computers idk
  • Before he leaves, you two have an immense!! horrible fight about what will happen to your relationship
  • bc to you, it seemed that Jared didn’t care about you at all
  • but he did!!! so much!!!!
  • (you guys made up again tho)
  • BTW UR PROM
  • you didn’t attend it alright lmao
  • you just took some fake prom photos
  • and spent the whole night in his room, playing video games, watching films and getting drunk
I’m yours (3)

Author Notes

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 7322

Warnings: fairly smutty (at the start), Slight touch of Angst, Argument & Swearing 

Part one & Part two

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It Takes Time (Gang au)

A/n: I figured out how I want to do this series for now which is introducing each member on their own. So heres Jungkook first. It’s not very climatic right now. Also I’m sorry it’s so short I just wanted to get something out because its been a long time since I’ve last updated this whoops plus I’ve had some anons rushing (which I understand, I mean its literally been months.) Enjoy!

Prologue

He threw you into the room and you landed on the cold floor. “Now stay here until someone comes to get you,” he turned and laughed, “if someone ever comes to get you.” Jimin shut the door and left. Out of sight out of mind for him. You backed up to the corner of the room, not staring up to meet the other girls. “H-hi I’m Neni but everyone calls me Pip-” Jimin barged back in and threw a piece of cloth at you which you realized was a dress. 

“Wh-what’s this?” You asked him. 

“Your new uniform!” He said cheekily. 

“Here? In front of everyone?” You asked softly. 

“Well yeah?,” he laughed, “do you see any other rooms? Unless you wanna change out in the hall? But if someone comes out I won’t stop them from touching you.” He looked down at you and grin. “So what’s it gonna be girly?“ You pointed to the door. 

"No-” Neni started saying but was cut off by Jimin, “Hey! Shut it!” He lifted his hand up to her to make her flinch then put it back down, “That’s what I thought. Now come on girly let’s get you changed.” He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out. “Go ahead don’t be shy.” He shut the door behind you. You started taking off your shirt when Jimin started running up and down the hall slamming and banging against the walls yelling, “Fresh meat! Fresh meat! A cute little gal! Get it while it’s hot!” You realized you made a big mistake when men started coming out of their rooms. 

“Hey what’s all the ruckus?” A brown haired man asked as he rubbed his hair looking as if he just woke up. 

“Well Hobi and comrades, we have a new one with us today. It’s her first day, in fact, it’s her first hour.” Jimin answered. 

“So the freshest of the fresh I see.” An evil smirk popped up on his face. “Guess I better get to it before they do.” He walked faster towards you along with the other men. You quickly put your shirt back on and backed up against the wall at the end of the hall. Tears making their way down your face. All the men looked down at you like a group of hound dogs ready to attack. 

“She’s very pretty.” One said. 

“Yeah look at that hair.” Another spoke picking up a sliver of your hair. 

“Look at her curves. Wooh, mami let me getta slice of you?" 

They all kept saying sexual things about you, making you crying even harder. "Alright alright alright alright, that’s enough pigs. Go back to your room.” A man got in between you and the crowd but none of them listened. “NOW!” He yelled making everyone drag themselves back into their rooms and slam their doors.

“Man, Jungkook you’re no fun.” The guy named Hobi said while putting his hands against the back of his head and walking away nonchalantly. 

“And you’re a dick.” He said back, “Jimin she’s coming with me.”

“We gotta take it up with Namjoon first though?…" 

"I said she’s coming with me, so that means she’s coming with me.” He hovered over Jimin with his teeth clenched. Jimin put his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever man but if he comes by, I’m blaming you." 

"Yeah, yeah whatever wimp. Now come on.” He turned to you. “Stop crying and let’s go!” He waited for you to pick yourself up and wipe your sleeve against your face. You looked up at him to see his still face. He twirled back around and headed down the other side of the hall then took a right. You guys walked to the third door then entered. He closed the door then sat at the edge of the bed. You stood there, confused on what to do. “You could sit down if you want.” He said patting the bed. “If you wanna lay down take your shoes off okay?” You nodded in response. “Your not much of a speaker are you?” You shrugged making him chuckle. “Hey it’s okay, it’s just me. Jungkook! I just saved you, well kind of.”

“Kind of?” You questioned softly. 

“Even if I didn’t step in, Jimin wouldn’t have let anything happen to you. I mean I hope.” He put his head on his hand as if to think about it. “Nah, nah, he wouldn’t have. Well I mean if you haven’t done anything to him but I heard you’ve only been here for an hour so I don’t think you’ve fucked up already. Have you?” You shook you’re head furiously. “Didn’t think so. Waah you’re so pretty. What’d you do to get down here?" 

"M-my brother got into some trouble with another gang, a smaller one. They wouldn’t leave him alone and I didn’t know what to do so I tracked down Namjoon to help. I told him I’d repay him back for the damage but I couldn’t gather up all the money. So here I am, for exchange of my brothers freedom really.” Jungkook just stared at you with wide eyes. 

“That’s the most you’ve talked and your voice is so light and pretty.” You smiled and looked down. “Well I’m going to shower… don’t try to escape okay? It’s much worse out there than in here.” He grabbed a shirt and pajama pants from his drawer. “But if do escape, don’t get caught. They’ll take care of your family in front of you then you after… trust me, it’s not something you want to see…” he looked down and slowly walked to the bathroom that was connected to his room. He shut the door and ran the water. You took this as a chance to change your outfit and look around. There wasn’t a closet, just a drawer with a tv on it and a nightstand. The window above the bed had bars. 

“I’m being held captive…” you looked outside only to see crates next to crates next to crates. Behind them all was just forest. You took a peak into Jungkooks nightstand and found a small picture. It was of a lady with an older woman next to her and two kids in front of them. “Oh. That kind of looks like Jungkook.” You set it down and kept looking. Not much was in there and all the other drawers were filled with flimsy clothes. You’d think for a gangster they’d have better quality clothing but I guess this isn’t a fashion business. You heard the water shut off and quickly jumped onto the bed, sitting on the side closest to the wall. “I see you’re ready for me.” He smirked as he walked into the bedroom. “I’m just kidding I know Jimin had you wear that.” You nodded your head making it known you heard him. “So what do you wanna do?” He asked but all you did was shrug. “Uhm you wanna watch tv? Here.” He handed you the controller.

“No thank you.” You handed it back. 

“Okay then I’ll watched tv and you could just sleep?” You nodded. “Okay cool.” You laid down, not going anywhere near Jungkook. “Here.” He handed you a blanket. 

“Thank you.” You said softly.


The last thing you remember was falling asleep as Jungkook watched tv and now here you are up while he’s sleeping. You sat up a little and looked out the window, curling your knees up to your chest and hugging them. “I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry dad… I’m sorry Jay. I wish I could’ve done better for this family. I should’ve done better for this family. I got Jay away though… I hope you can look after him okay?” You felt a warm stream roll off your face. They wouldn’t stop coming and you started to breathe heavier. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying frantically. And that’s when you felt the body next to you start moving. He shifted his weight towards you. 

“Can you keep it down?” He said in a harsh tone. “I said shut it!” He raised his voice but you couldn’t stop. “Goddamn it! I’m trying to help you! But I can’t if you won’t let me sleep! I have to work tomorrow…” so you tried. You really did but all the loud sniffling and small squeaks irritated him. “That’s it!” He grabbed you by the back of your neck and slung you across the bed onto the floor. “You’re going back to the flower room!” He got up, still having a grip to your neck, squeezing it so you wouldn’t get out of his hold. He opened the door and walked down the hall. 

“No no please!” “I don’t want to go back there!” “My neck! My neck! Let go!” You shrieked, trying to grab at his hands. All your screaming woke some of the men up. They peeked their heads through their doors looking tired and disoriented. One caught your attention. You guys stared at each other for what seemed like a while but was only mere seconds. You were in too much pain to actually see any features to the male other than his eyes. 

“Brought her back already? Poor thing wasn’t up to your standards? Aish Jungkookie, maybe you need to stop being so rough!” Jimin smirked as he opened the door. “Let the bitch in.” He said with a slight bow and his hands gesturing towards the inside of the room. 

Jungkook threw you down on to the floor only to leave with one phrase, “I tried.”

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“S-someone stole my pants…” 😶


Inspired by late night chat session with @bettrdays and @hilow. Leaving it ship free for your own heart’s content (though there was one I had in mind ❤) Bottom images are close ups~ 

awkward encounters.

Roommates!AU. Maybe if he hadn’t spent so much time pining after your presence, he thought, none of this would have ever happened. But the universe picked an awful time to grant his wish and it only took four seconds for his life to fall apart.

wc: 918 // very brief mentions of smut

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Spencer Reid, with all his infinite knowledge, hardly ever exaggerates. So when he says that today was the literal worst day of his life, he really means it. And, yes, this is counting his days in prison and the time spent in Hankel’s captivity: while awful, those pale in comparison to the horrible, embarrassing trauma he’s had to endure today.

Because today, he found out that his bathroom door doesn’t lock properly. In fact, it’s probably never locked properly before. But that hardly mattered before he had a roommate.

A roommate who happened to be one of his closest friends. A roommate who he happened to consider highly attractive and perfect and smart and funny and all around wonderful. A roommate who happened to constantly star in his late night thoughts and when he first wakes up and during the day. A roommate who, if it wasn’t already painfully obvious, he happened to be completely infatuated with, even though you were completely oblivious to the matter.

A roommate who walked in on him in the middle of his shower, his silhouette only slightly obscure by the fogged up shower door.

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anonymous asked:

84!

“come on, baby, up to bed.”
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“y/n?” you heard your husband call you, walking into the dark kitchen where you sat working on your laptop.

you were a lawyer which required you to do a lot of extra work at home, which you didn’t mind at all, but sometimes you would be downstairs working for hours and hours. the case you were working on right now was really stressing you out and you couldn’t take your mind off it.

shawn turned the light on in the kitchen, causing you to squint.

“y/n, babe, it’s 2am. I think it’s time to stop.”

you got home at 6 from an exhausting day working on the case, and you hadn’t got up from your seat at the table since.

normally you loved a challenging case, but this was the hardest one you’ve ever had and it was really taking a toll on you. you didn’t want your client to lose, you knew he was innocent.

you were so consumed in your work, you barely had any other time for anything else and it was starting to affect your marriage.

shawn wasn’t always home due to his career and when he was, he wanted to spend time with you. he was only home for a few months before starting his tour again, but this case was taking up so much time. he knew you didn’t need to be spending this much time working on it, he was starting to think you didn’t want to spend time with him anymore.

“just a little longer shawn, i promise.” you yawned. you were so tired, but you needed just a tiny bit more information for tonight.

“y/n,” he sighed, “you’ve been working since you got home for the past week now. do you just not want to spend time with me?”

“what, no!” you widened your eyes. “of course i want to spend time with you shawn, but this is a really important case and i can’t lose.”

you yawned again, resting your head on the wood table.

“i love you shawn, please don’t think i don’t want to spend time with you while you’re here. there’s
just so much depending on this case and it’s stressing me out.”

you began typing again, trying to get in as much information as possible.

the kitchen table was scattered with files from everyone involved in this case, you couldn’t keep up with it anymore.

shawn closed your laptop, taking it from you and putting it on the counter before collecting all the files and stacking them on top.

“shawn,” you mumbled. you were defeated, ready to give up on this.

he walked over to you, putting one arm under your legs and one on your back, picking you up bridal style.

“come on, baby, up to bed.”

you rested your head in the crook of his neck, finally being able to rest. you didn’t realize how tired you actually were until just now.

he gently laid you on the bed before changing you out of your work clothes. he knew you were too tired to do it yourself, and you honestly didn’t mind.

once he was done, he crawled under the warm comforter with you and pulled you into his chest.

“thank you,” you whispered, “for putting up with all my work shit and not leaving. i love you shawn, don’t ever think i don’t.”

he smiled against your hair, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you y/n, and i’m not going anywhere.”

Jimin's nickname
  • Jungkook: "Hey! Meat fuck! Lets go!"
  • Jimin: "What?"
  • Hoseok: "Is that your name?"
  • Jimin: "What?! No!"
  • Jungkook: "Meat fuck! Come on!"
  • Jimin: "I'm not answering to that..."
  • Hoseok: Nice, stand your ground."
  • Jungkook: "...Yo Erection!"
  • Jimin: "Can you please call me something other than that?"
  • Jungkook: "Pile of piss."
  • Jimin: "Okay..." *gets up and leaves with them*

rosalinelevesque  asked:

Imagine if Tododeku was planned from the begining and was going to be endgame like how Izuocha will (most probably) be. How do you think the realtionship would develop throughout the series and how do you think it would become official? (Basically everything is the same, but Tododeku is the main ship) I'm curious about your opinion.

it would be interesting if horikoshi had izu//ocha get together, leaving us readers under the impression that they are endgame, but have them break up some years later on good terms because they realize they don’t… love each other, the way a couple normally would. they’ve come to see each other as really good friends, and would probably have a completely platonic marriage if they really wanted to.

meanwhile, tddk have retained a very close relationship–one that izuku would have never considered anything more than affection a friend would have for a friend, had someone (surprisingly ochako herself) not pointed out otherwise. it’s then that izuku starts noticing more and more things about shouto, things he had never bothered paying attention to before because izuku had been too busy, too blind. 

when he realizes he likes shouto, it’s not a life-changing revelation. he accepts his feelings as well as he had everything else in his life, because, well, how could he not like shouto; kind and awkward shouto who always does his best, and who makes his heart race and his heart thrum with a steady fire, warmth, a far cry from the stuttery and unstable butterflies he once felt in his stomach around ochako, uncomfortable and hot when it was there, but always fleeting (a crush).

with shouto, everything lasts.

the warmth in his chest is always present.