i'm sorry i nodded off there

there’s something about even’s little nod in this scene 

because even knows. he’s not oblivious, he notices the way isak reacts to his presence, to him. he’s been noticing him for weeks, weeks before they first met. he saw the way isak was when he came over to his place the previous week, he saw the look in his eyes, the light in his eyes, he saw the way he smiled and laughed, he noticed the changes in his voice. he probably memorized his facial expressions and the things he said last friday. kept replaying them in his mind every single day, in class, before going to bed, when he was with other people 

earlier in that episode, when he came to give isak his snapback, in a matter of seconds, he understood that isak hadn’t told his friends he had gone to his place, he understood that he didn’t want them to know. because he sees and understands. he remembered the cardamom on the cheese toasties five weeks later, how they were sitting on the floor of his room as they ate them, he remembered isak saying he had a drop of water in his throat, he remembered isak talking about parallel universes. because he pays such close attention to isak and the way he looks and moves and speaks and all the things he says

do you think that even, who saw this boy on the first day of school, who was probably looking forward to seeing him even when it was just at school, in public, in rooms and hallways with other students, would not notice how isak was acting? notice the way he’s been looking at him the moment he showed up at his place for the pregame? the way he starred at him when he kissed sonja and looked at him straight in the eyes? how tensed he was as he told him about sonja and how they’d been together for years? the intonation of his voice as he said his okay’s (been together since we were 15. okay. can’t dump her. okay). do you think that even who’s been desperately trying to spend time alone with this boy he was falling for would not notice the smile that spread all over isak’s face when he realized that even was messing with him, the smile he was trying to stop it, in vain? do you think he would not sense his attraction to him? the vulnerability?

of course even notices. and since he came to see isak in his kitchen, he’s only been kidding, pretending not to be serious. but with that little nod, he grows more serious. with that little nod, it’s like he’s saying i see you, i see it, i’ve seen you for a while. it’s reassuring. it’s okay. it’s understanding. i know, isak. i know. me too

Deity of comfy PJs and sweaters

Peter x Reader (I tried to be gender neutral.)

Description: Person A wears a hoodie that is waaaaay to big for them. The sleeves are way past their fists and the hood goes over their face. It takes all of Person B’s will power not to take them right then and there. Bonus points for if Person B eventually gives in to the adorableness. (from otpisms)

My asks are opens so if you want to send in a request! 

Warnings: Implied smut I guess and kissing 

You had been looking for a sweater in Peters closet for five minutes when you found the perfect one. You put it on and the sleeves went way past your fists so much so that the sleeves actually went to the middle of your thighs and the bottom was almost at your knees. You wondered where Peter had gotten this sweater from because despite your size difference this sweater would be way too big for him too. 

You came out of his room wearing the sweater and sat on the couch, waiting for him to put a movie in you, were going to watch one of your favorites. “Did you find a sweater alright y/n?” he asked,

“Yeah! I found this really big one. Where did you get this it’s even way too big for you.” you replied drawing out the L in really. He turned around but stopped when he saw the sweater you were wearing. “Wh-here did you-u find that?” he asked stuttering a bit. “Uhm in your closet? Is it okay if I wear it, I probably should have asked…” You said sheepishly. 

“No no, it’s okay. It’s okay I’ve just been looking for that sweater for a while. It was Uncle bens.” He replied in a soft voice. “Oh my god I didn’t know I’m so sorry, I’ll take it off.” You said standing up, even though it had been a while since Ben died you didn’t want Peter to be sad or reminded of that time. “No don’t, you look really cute anyway.” He said stopping you and laughing a little. “Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly. He nodded and sat down beside you starting the movie and pulling you close. 

“Oh man, I forgot the popcorn!” he said throwing his hand up. “Oh come on Peter! I'm kidding I’ll get it.” You said standing up. As you passed Peter you could feel his eyes on you. “Stop staring weirdo,” you said and hit him on the head with your really long sleeves. “I can’t help it you just look so amazing like you're actually a Deity. The Deity of comfy PJs and sweaters.” you laughed and kissed his forehead, then grabbed the popcorn. 

When you sat down you tried to focus on the movie but you couldn’t help but notice Peters hands around you and on your thigh. You looked at him and made eye contact. He leaned in and kissed you than taking your face in his hands, he sped up the kiss and made it more intense. Your hand pulled at his hair trying to pull you guys closer together. He broke the kiss breathing heavily and started kissing down your neck and chest making his way to your thighs. “Peter we shouldn’t do this on your couch.” You told him huffing. He just ignored you and made his way back up to your face kissing everywhere but this time under the sweater. He popped his head through the hole and kissed you, you laughed. “Your right, let’s take this to my room.”  

Broken Memories (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Words: 3200+

Warnings: car accident

Request: (i lost it in my blog but something about the reader being sick/hurt and the boys take care of them)

A/N: im sorry i took so long, as always. please forgive me, and enjoy!

You were walking home, your bag was thrown over your shoulder. You forgot your umbrella, and you were soaked, the wool hoodie doing nothing to stop the raindrops from seeping through. You didn’t check the weather today, so this was a big surprise for you. Lafayette wanted to drive you home, but you insisted on walking, not wanting him to leave work early. Hamilton and Laurens were working at the office too, and Mulligan had to go to his shop to finish the orders that people brought in.

Your phone rang, and you answered, barely glancing at the contact picture. “Hello?”

“Y/N! I told you that I would take you home!” Mulligan’s rough voice said. You rolled your eyes, sitting on a seat next to a bus stop. Thankfully, it was only slightly wet, not enough to make you stand.

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anonymous asked:

Boss: "Are you okay?" Me: "I'm sorry?" Boss: "Are you okay today?" *concerned look* Me: "Yes..." *quirks eyebrow* Boss: "Well you're just so quiet, I can never tell." Me: *nod of affirmation that I am, in fact, quiet* Boss: "I'm used to loud people like me, and you're always so quiet! I can never gauge how you're feeling!" *walks off* It's called being introverted. Y'know, that thing you don't understand, being a loudmouthed extrovert, and all. Stop acting like it's a bad thing to be quiet.

INFPs and Saying No
  • Classmate: Can you clean up for us?
  • INFP: Ok!
  • ESTJ: You're so annoying, can you just not talk for 2 years straight?
  • INFP: * nods*
  • ESTP: Me and my buddies have an archery competition coming up. Can we use you for target practice?
  • INFP: Of course!
  • ENFP: Can I burn down your house? It's for a short film I'm making.
  • INFP: By all means.
  • ISFP: Can I cut off your arms for artistic reference?
  • INFP: Sure thing!
  • Cannibal: Can I use you for my new recipe?
  • INFP: That's fine by me :).
Dally x Reader

@ittybittydally asked: I would love to request an imagine with Dally and the prompts “come closer” and “don’t be afraid of me doll” ❤️ congrats on 1,000! your blog is amazing xx


Sporadically you wanted to prove people faulty. Scratch that, a lot of the time you wanted to prove people faulty. You were tired of being bland and boring. You wanted to be ambitious, purposeful and erratic. It’s what landed you in a party at some guy’s house. In the back of your head you recalled that his name was Buck.

Music resonated through his home and people swayed along to it, bumping against you and others with no means to apologize. Though one thing led to another and as the moon mounted in the sky, you grew jaded to say the least. Your tongue felt thick and your mind grew hazy as the alcohol you had downed started to digest in your stomach.

“I’m gonna step outside,” you mumbled blearily to the guy next to you. His back was facing you, but you felt the need to tell someone where you were going.

It was a long way to the porch as your legs trembled and your balance completely neglected you, but eventually you made it into the bracing night air and sloped over the railing.

“Come closer,” you heard someone say. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

Blinking hard, you pinpointed a male beside you. His coat was awfully familiar, and you remembered it to match the one from inside, the one guy who had supposedly heard you tell him you were going to step outside.

He didn’t look like a nice guy, but you were too lashed to discern that. All you saw was covert brown eyes boring into your own, and brawny arms that were outstretched to catch you when you stumbled and fell.

“Woah,” he chuckled. His voice was low, amused. “Easy there, girl.”

You bit your lip, fighting to stand up. Ultimately, you managed to rest back against the rail, though the guy’s arm was still lingering beside you.

“I had too much to drink,” you told him sheepishly. He only nodded his head, smirking as the moonlight glinted off of his leather jacket.

Silence lapsed between you two, and you stole glances at the stranger. He was buzzed at the least. His words were slurred, but you weren’t sure whether to indict that on the alcohol or the town he had grown up in. Desperately, you wanted to believe that he wasn’t like most guys. That he was truly good, and wanted to keep you safe from the perverts inside, but you knew the truth. This boy was out of it, lost in his own head, but not enough to try and make conversation with a pretty face.

“I’m a Greaser,” he stammered. A grin tugged at his lips, but you pulled away.

Stories rang in your ears about the boys on the far side of town who fought with broken bottles and substituted friends as family. You didn’t fall into the Soc category, but you sure didn’t stagger into the Greaser one either.

“Don’t be afraid of me, doll,” he said. His voice changed when he spoke to you. The cloud in his eyes parted and he crept closer. “Most girls think it’s tough, that it’s cool. But you’re not like most girls. Are you?”

You shook your head.

The words weren’t meant to get you back into the house, in bed. It was simply the Greaser thinking out loud.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just surprised,” you replied slowly. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dallas, and yours?”

You said your name shyly, feeling pink race across your cheeks at the way he looked you up and down with obvious appraisal.

“Cute name. You got a date?”

You shook your head, and Dallas sighed, leaning onto the railing and cocking his head. “Neither do I. I mean-” He glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like to be my date?” Chuckles escaped you, bubbly laughs that caused the male before you to break out into a smile. “Sorry, I tend to be forward,” he effected to say.

“No worries. If I go out again, I’d love to bring you as my date.” Dallas’s eyes broadened and his gaze feel to your lips for a moment.

There was a spark in his expression. It got brighter when you nodded your head, smiling. He knew how to read body language at that, and leaned into you, pressing his lips to yours in a hesitant, giddy kiss.

When you pulled away you could still smell the odor of the liquor he had drank and the smoke that had rubbed off on him. This wasn’t perfect, but it was to you. You smiled again, and he interlocked his fingers with yours, mumbling your name and matching your simper.

“Do I have to wait? Or can I be your date tonight?”

[M] C’mon baby, work for it

Pairing: Jikook
Word count: 3.1K
Genre: Smut|Warning: Daddy kink; slight degradation

Jungkook was with Taehyung. Again. And Jimin was beginning to think that he was increasingly spending more and more time with him just to rile him up. Every time he caught the two playing together, he would pretend as if he didn’t notice Jungkook trying to steal subtle glances at him and look away pouting with a slightly disappointed look on his face when he realized that Jimin wasn’t paying any attention to him. That, of course, was a lie. Jimin was always paying attention to Jungkook. Always. He was always watching him and was usually the first to approach him at times when it seemed like he needed some help. And he was always the first one to console him and shower him in praises whenever he was feeling down. It’s almost like he had a radar built-in in him, one that could detect when anything was a little off with Jungkook, and make it possible for him to cheer up his boyfriend. Jungkook, although he didn’t voice it very often, was very appreciative of Jimin’s actions. Frankly, it wouldn’t be a lie to say that he leeched off Jimin’s love and attention, as when Jimin wasn’t present with him at any time, he would crave him, almost like a child craves his mother when she’s gone for too long. And sometimes, he would even pretend to be sad just so he could feel Jimin’s arms around him, holding him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he coerced him to sleep.

But on other days, days like today, he craved a special kind attention. He would act naughty with his hyung, grinding up against him when he knew that no-one was watching, and sneaking little touches here and there when they walked around in public. Jungkook liked to be a bad boy you see, and he liked to be punished for it. He loved the thrill of anticipating Jimin’s actions towards him. He loved it when Jimin punished him so hard- fucked him so hard, that he was unable to walk the next day. Today too, was one of those days. Knowing how much Jimin despised him spending time with anyone else but him, knowing what jealousy did to him, he purposefully decided to spend the whole day with Taehyung, not sparing Jimin so much as even a small “hi”. So when he noticed Jimin walking into the living room late in the afternoon, he hoped for him to drag him into their bedroom and get to business, but he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when Jimin outright ignored him. Not breaking his calm, he played with Taehyung a little more, glancing at Jimin every now and then. But each time, his irritation grew as he saw Jimin immersed in his phone and ignoring him completely. After a while, however, he decided to screw being calm and after leaving Taehyung with a slightly confused face, pulled Jimin into their shared room and slammed the door shut.

“Woah there Jungkook-ah,” Jimin warned. “What’s gotten into you?”

You,” Jungkook hissed in annoyance. “You’ve been ignoring me all day today.”

Smirking internally, Jimin replied, “Ignoring you? What are you talking about Jungkookie? I would never ignore you!”

“You say you would never ignore me, yet you’ve been doing it the whole day!” Jungkook screamed. “I’ve been trying to get you to pay attention to me the entire day, and all you’ve done is act as if I don’t even exist, and ignore me!”

“Get me to pay attention to you? Jungkook-ah, what do you mean?”

“Make you jealous! I’ve been trying to make you jealous the whole day, you ignorant imbecile!”


Taking small steps towards Jungkook, Jimin spoke with a low and intimidating voice, “What did you say? You’ve been trying to make me jealous?”

“I- I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook cowered, Jimin’s deep voice making blood rush to his nether regions.

Jimin slowly started backing away and as he approached the door, made a swift turn to face away from Jungkook. Just as he was about to turn the door handle, Jungkook spoke again.

“Punish me.”

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This is literally the cutest prompt ever! 

Here’s a ficlet! 

“I’m fine, R.” Enjolras gripes as he tactically pushes up on his left foot, arm extending high above his head to reach for a coffee mug placed on the highest shelf in the cupboard.

And, he thinks, he is fine. Sure his foot is slightly swollen and colored an impressive purple after a particularly nasty tumble down the steps at Marius’s dorm building, but he doesn’t need a keeper. He’s fully capable of doing everything himself. The pain isn’t even that bad; he finds its maybe a six on a scale of ten. Completely manageable.

His balance suddenly teeters, and he finds himself falling to the side without the cup. He would have crashed to the floor if it weren’t for a sudden, lean arm wrapping around his waist to steady him from behind. Another arm reaches past his head to easily grab the mug he’s been attempting to get for the better part of two minutes.

“You clearly aren’t,” Grantaire says, voice rumbling against Enjolras’s back, and Enjolras ignores the slight shiver as warm breath brushes across his neck in favor of pursing his lips out into a pout and breathing out a low huff.

When Grantaire steps away to place the mug in the Keurig, Enjolras hobbles toward the table, bracing one hand on the back of a chair as he glares daggers at Grantaire’s back.

“I am fine,” he spits out, voice dancing across a dangerous flame threatening to burn the brunet’s back.

Sighing, Grantaire turns until he’s facing Enjolras with an arched brow. “Will you just sit down before you fall down? E, I love you, but you are being an idiot.“ When the Keurig chimes right after his words, he turns back to it to finish preparing the coffee.

Enjolras blinks absently, focus zeroing in on the small, four-letter L word that Grantaire just used as if it’s nothing. He pulls a chair out and drops down into it, chair legs creaking loudly under the sudden weight.

He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts, gaze boring a hole into the wall, that he fails to see the coffee mug placed on the table beside him, and his mind is so absorbed in tracing each letter of the word “love” that he fails to notice when Grantaire drops into a crouch in front of him.


Love, Enjolras thinks as he picks apart each letter in steady calculations. Since when?


They’ve been dating for only a few weeks. Isn’t it too soon to say the L word? He’s not sure; he’s not very experienced with dating since Grantaire is his first boyfriend.


Jumping, Enjolras’s eyes snap toward the worried face hovering in front of him. His eyes dance across Grantaire’s face, as if searching for some sort of explanation, but Grantaire appears to only be worried about him.

“Are you alright?”

“You love me?”

Grantaire jerks back, stumbling over his feet until his back is pressed against the counter. “W-what?” He sputters out as a burning blush creeps up his neck to his cheeks.

Enjolras carefully gets to his feet, leaning heavily against the table to spare his injured foot. “Just a minute ago. You said you love me.” He watches with narrow eyes as Grantaire’s face briefly falls as if thinking before he cups one hand over his mouth just as his jaw practically drops to the floor. 

“I said-” Grantaire says, voice slightly muffled by his palm.

Enjolras limps toward the brunet until his face is inches from Grantaire’s. He latches fingers around the brunet’s forearm and pulls until he can see all of his face.

“I said I love you,” Grantaire breathes out, voice reflecting the surprise coloring his face.

Enjolras leans forward, pressing his lips flush against Grantaire’s. He can feel Grantaire’s arms find his waist, and he melts into the touch as their tongues dance about one another.

When Grantaire pulls away, Enjolras drops his forehead against the brunet’s. “I love you too,” he says quietly, and next thing he knows, he’s falling backwards as Grantaire tackles him with a hug.

The two collapse to the ground, and Enjolras winces as his foot is roughly jostled about. Instantly, Grantaire is off him, weight lifted from Enjolras’s chest by two hands pressed against the floor on either side of Enjolras.

“Are you alright?” Grantaire asks, voice laced heavily with a deep-rooted concern.

Despite his foot throbbing, Enjolras laughs and nods. “You love me,” he repeats, heart swelling when Grantaire’s worried face brightens with a wide smile.

“I do. I love you.”

anonymous asked:

Hey! Love this blog! I've been meaning to ask, what will a threesome with Kihyun and I.M be like? Or Shownu and Wonho?

Shownu & Wonho

Threesome with Kihyun & I.M



  • The three of you were playing truth or dare, while the other members have passed out
  • Let’s just say things escalated quickly
  • And got very dirty
  • Questions such as “Who would you rather fuck, me or him?” And “Would you ever have sex with both of us? At the same time?
  • That’s how it happened
  • That’s how you were on the bed, with both, Kihyun and Changkyun kissing and licking all over your body as they undressed you
  • Changkyun pulling your pants down and getting in between your legs
  • While Kihyun stroked himself through his boxers, his mouth around your nipple
  • Do you want me to touch you?
  • Changkyun smirked, caressing the inside of your thighs tesingly
  • Yes~ please Changkyun-ah, touch me..
  • Where do you want me? Tell me.
  • You groaned at his teasing and grabbed his hand, placing it on your core, your panties getting wetter
  • Here! Please~..
  • Fine, since you asked so nicely.
  • He rubbed you through your panties, with Kihyun watching it while biting on his lower lip, praising you for how wet you were for them
  • Changkyun took your panties off rubbed your clit with his thumb, making you moan out loud and close your eyes
  • He then pushed his middle finger inside you, followed by his index finger
  • And in no time, he was pushing his cock inside you, making you lightheaded
  • Kihyun kissed your neck and rubbed your waist as he got closed to you
  • Will you be a good girl and suck me off?
  • You nodded and took his cock into your mouth, moaning around it from the pleasure Changkyun gave you with his deep, slow thrusts
  • It lasted for a long time, leaving all three of you exhausted, lazy smiles on your faces.
  • We’re definitely doing this again.

Originally posted by kihqun


  • Jinjin: *talking*
  • MJ: your jokes arent funny
  • Sanha: you're lame hyung sorry
  • Moonbin: eunwoo should talk instead he's our spokesperson
  • Rocky: *nodding quietly*
  • Jinjin: but i'm the lea-
  • Eunwoo: ANYWAY our song is about...
  • Jinjin: *pouting*
  • MJ: Hey where's jinjin?
  • Moonbin: *walking trough the rooms, trying to find jinjin*
  • Eunwoo: did he go out?
  • MJ: what do you mean he went out he couldn't have 'gone out'
  • Sanha: *in panic* okay but when is he coming back i can't find my socks
  • Rocky: great now i can't go to practice
  • Sanha: what if he doesn't come back
  • Moonbin: *walks in* so what now we literally have a schedule in half an hour
  • Eunwoo: do we? i thought we're free from 3pm today
  • MJ: i think we have that radio thing
  • Eunwoo and Moonbin: what radio thing
  • Sanha: *walks in with mismatched socks* do you think anyone will notice
  • MJ: sanha, green and red aren't even in the same color scheme
  • Sanha: yes but will anyone notice
  • Moonbin: you're literally wearing shorts sanha
  • Sanha: but i can't find my other sock
  • MJ: well search harder
  • Sanha: *goes to his room*
  • Rocky: okay but what's next when's lunch?
  • Moonbin: right i'm starving *heads to the kitchen*
  • Eunwoo: jinwoo knows about that
  • Moonbin: *comes back with a packet of instant noodles* can instant noodles expire because this smells weird
  • Sanha: *comes back* so my other sock is under the bed i need someone small to crawl under there
  • Eunwoo: minhyuk could do that
  • Rocky and Moonbin: *too busy panicking and discussing about how they will probably starve to death*
  • Eunwoo: well maybe not him..
  • Eunwoo: *looks at MJ*
  • MJ: oh no way in hell
  • Eunwoo: *sighs* this is a nightmare
  • Sanha: *starts screaming about how he could get away with different socks*
  • *chaos in the dorm*
  • Jinjin: *walks trough the front door with bags of chicken*
  • Jinjin: i'm back
  • *sounds of elephants running towards the entrance
  • MJ: jinwoo, did you see my glasses?
  • Rocky: jinwoo, can i go out to practice? or should i eat first? what are we having?
  • Moonbin: jinwoo, when are we eating?
  • Eunwoo: jinwoo, what is our schedule? don't we need to be somewhere
  • Sanha: hyung, could you crawl under the bed to get the other red sock of mine?

anonymous asked:

Prompt suggestion if you'd be interested bc Ben/Kylo thing gave me an idea: Techie accidentally sleeping with Kylo instead of Matt and it actually being really good bc Kylo doesn't hold back like Matt does (Matt's scared to hurt his Techie :c) and and and idk what else I'm sorry. I hope this isn't too specific or too vague ;3;

“Go back to your quarters, Tech’,” Lieutenant Jones says, patting Techie on the shoulder. “I’m signing you off for the rest of the afternoon. You can’t work when your eyes are this sore.”

Techie sniffles but nods as his superior gives him a gentle push towards the door, his vision growing blurrier by the second. He knows it’s been a while since he’s had a flare-up that’s been this severe and it won’t be long before his eyesight has clouded completely. Counting his steps and feeling along the walls of his brother’s star destroyer, Techie wonders if he should call Matt or Armitage for help, but both are still on-shift and not due off for another few more hours. Even then, Armitage has a terrible tendency to fuss anxiously over his little brother, and as the General of the First Order, Techie doesn’t want to burden him unnecessarily. He’ll merely go to his quarters, take his medication and wait for Matt to come home.

But as he rounds the corner to his quarters, Techie finds himself colliding with someone and he’s knocked back to the ground, eyes streaming as he tries to blink the soreness away.

“S-sorry,” Techie stutters, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t see very well—”

“It’s fine,” a strong voice replies. “No harm done.”

It’s a voice Techie recognises, a voice that’s soothed him during his harshest of nightmares and make his skin prickle during their most intimate of moments.

“Matt?” Techie squints as he looks up, but only manages to see a blurry silhouette above him, offering him a hand. The figure’s hair looks darker than Matt’s but Techie puts it down to his failing vision rather than actual fact. He can make out the shape of Matt’s face; his nose and ears, his plump lips. “Mattie? My eyes—they’re bad again. Everything is blurred and I know that it won’t be long until I lose it completely.”

Matt, surprisingly, says nothing as he pulls Techie to his feet, but Techie holds tightly onto his hand, absently noting that his lover’s hands feel softer.

“Take me home?” Techie asks. “Please, Matt. I don’t want Armitage to see me like this. He’ll worry.”

Armitage?” Matt asks in reply, and Techie frowns in confusion.

“My brother…?” Techie replies. “Armitage Hux. General Hux? Mattie, I’m sorry, I don’t have the time for your jokes, please,” Techie whines, giving a tug on his lover’s hand, urging him to hurry, because everything is turning black. “I know our quarters are right there.”

“Right,” Matt says, tone changed suddenly; softer, more focused. “I’m sorry. Come on.”

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Jikook i
  • Jungkook: *bumps into Jimin off stage* Whoops, sorry didn't see you there!
  • Jimin: !!!
  • Jungkook: Sorry, it's just you're so short! *laughs and pats his head*
  • Jimin: I'm not short!
  • Jungkook: Oh really?
  • Jimin: *nods furiously* Y-y-y-you're j-just tall!
  • Jungkook: *laughs*
  • Jimin: *pouts*
  • Jungkook: Sorry!!! It's just you're so squishy and small and cute!
  • Jimin: Fine, since you called me cute! *glares*
  • Taehyung: Nice save Jungkook

Hii I love your stories soo much and I would like to request a fluff story with dickids Agunu:3 Thank you so much for your hard work I love your page 🔥❤❤

Agunu x Reader - Fluff

You lay on the floor and groaned once more as Agunu continued gaming, he had been playing the same game for hours and you were bored. You watched as he shouted at the screen and tossed his head back in disappointment when he lost the game.

You wanted some attention so you sat up “Agunu!” He gave you a soft hum “I’m going home” He suddenly looked at you and turned to the screen to pause his game “Why?” You tilted your head “Because you’re more interested in the game than me” You stood up and brushed the dust off your clothes.

“I’ll er give you a call when I get home” You gave him a quick smile before spinning around and taking your jacket off the bed, Agunu stared at you speechless, he stood up as you slipped your jacket on “Don’t leave!” You grinned at him amused “Are you pouting?!” He wrapped his arms around your waist and leant his forehead on yours.

You sealed the gap with a deep loving kiss, he opened his eyes and sighed in content “Are you still leaving?” You shrugged your shoulders as you played with his hair “Depends, are you still playing that stupid game?” Agunu gasped and pretended to be offended “Stupid game?!” You rolled your eyes and he burst out laughing, you, on the other hand, crossed your arms and gave him an unamused look. 

“Are you jealous of a game?” You nodded your head, that’s all he had done since you got here “Does my baby want some attention?” You gazed into his eyes expectantly "Will you focus on me now?“ He playfully hummed, pretending to think of an answer which made you whine and hit his shoulder, he chuckled and kissed your head "I’m kidding!”  

He gazed into your eyes and you into his “I'm sorry for ignoring you” You nodded your head “I’ll forgive you after a certain amount of kisses and cuddles!” He rolled his eyes and shook his head “How many?” You stuck your tongue out at him “As many as I want!”

He pushed your jacket off of you and let it drop to the floor, he touched your lips with his before moving away. He placed you on the bed before disappearing and reappearing with a selection of movies, you beamed at him as he laid them on your lap before leaving once more. You studied the lot and selected your favourite one while waiting for him to come back, fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long as he promptly arrived with popcorn and drinks.

You smiled as he swiftly put your preferred movie into the player and made himself comfortable next to you, you nestled into his side and stared at the screen as the movie began, however, you soon lost interest as you were more interested in the boy next to you. You sat up and stared at Agunu, he gave you a confused expression before copying the smile that lay comfortably on your lips. 

“What?” You cupped his cheeks “I don't want to watch the movie” Agunu sat up and held onto the hands that rested on his cheeks “What do you want to do then?” You tilted your head before kissing his nose.

“I just want to lie here with you” He lay down and opened up his arms welcoming you “Come here then”

a/n sorry for any mistakes and for taking so long to post this! but thank you all for being so sweet and understanding!!! 

Koi No Yokan

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h2ovanoss with Jon as an incubus, and Evan as a human. Please enjoy :)

Words: +5k

Warnings(?): Nsfw

It’s late and Evan is exhausted. His blinks are lasting seconds, sometimes minutes, and the longer he sits at the front desk the more his body becomes relaxed and heavy. After the third bob of his head, a loud smack on the counter makes him jump awake and look around frantically for some sort of emergency.

There’s only Brian standing there with hands on his hips and an exasperated breath leaving his lips.

“What have I said about falling asleep on the job? How do you think these kids are going to feel if the first thing they see is some passed out guy? All they need is just an ounce of doubt, and they’re gone.”

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Crush - Chapter 13. No Control

Pairing: Eric/OC *Abbey*
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M

A memory from Eric’s past plays tricks on him. And it’s all about the girl, Abbey Ainsworth.

A/N: Things start to get a little hectic. 

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rubyphilomela  asked:

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” Prompto x Reader prompt please??

Ruby! For you love, I will try my best! 

Not written for these boys yet, so I hope I’m not too out of character for him… might be a little on the short side too…

Muse: Huh. The sunshine boy huh?
Me: Yeah, this is gonna be interesting. 
Muse: Super fluffy?
Me: Duh.
Muse: Right… lets see what we can do for this pretty lady.

You slowly worked your way outside the tent, moving as quietly, and carefully as you could to not wake anyone. Especially Ignis since he liked to sleep near the door. Once outside the tent, you slowly walked to the edge of the haven, before just taking a seat, your arms around your knees, as if to keep away the chill from the evening air.

Leaning your head back, you glanced up at the stars, your eyes wide as a soft smile played at the corners of your mouth as a soft sigh passed your lips. It seemed that it was another sleepless night for you, and even though you were growing accustomed to the lack of sleep, you knew that both Ignis and Gladio would be quite the mother hens, telling you to try to rest up before breakfast.

You chuckled a bit to yourself. You’d been traveling with Noct and his entourage for awhile now, and you figured that they had invited you a long as you were an old friend of the Noct and Prompto, and the funny thing to you was these boys–no men, felt more like family to you than your real one.

You shook your head as you slowly leaned back on the palms of your hands, your head tilting to the side a little as you took in the sounds of the evening. The frogs in the distance singing their songs, the rustling of someone behind you. – Wait.


You quickly turned your head, looking back, wide eyed as Prompto had made his way over to you, his expression concerned, yet his voice soft. You frowned a little as you went back to hugging your knees, as he sat at your side. 

“Sorry Prom, did I wake you?”

You kept your voice soft as you looked up at the stars again. 

“Well, kinda I guess.” He laughed softly. “I-I think I’ve gotten too used to you sleeping next to me that I wake up when you’re gone…”

You chuckled as he blushed a little before clearing his throat. 

“Couldn’t sleep [y/n]?” 

You shook your head, and gently shrugged. “Just restless I guess.”

“Ah, been there.” he gently leaned towards you, bumping his shoulder off yours. “Care to um…care to tell me what’s on your mind? Cause you know, I don’t mind listening, if-if you want to talk that is.”

You smiled a bit more, and gently reached over, resting your hand over his. You watched his ears turn slightly red with the blush that darkened over his cheeks as you petted your thumb against the back of his hand. 

“There’s not much to say Prom, just bad dreams.” You shrugged your shoulders lightly. 

“O-Oh? What are they about?” 

You shook your head. “I don’t remember really, I just tend to wake up in a panic sometimes. I’ve come to the conclusion that not sleeping is a better idea.” 

You blinked then as he moved suddenly, wrapping an arm about your shoulders, and he gently pulled you towards him. You turned your head to blink up at him, a blush crossing over your own features. 

“Not sleeping isn’t good you know. Y-you can use my shoulder for a pillow for awhile, if you want. The sun will be coming up soon anyway.”

You smiled then, humming as he offered you a warm smile. “I-I mean,” he coughed. “If you feel like resting that is. I’ll.. um… I’ll keep the bad dreams away.”

You grinned up at him then. “Promise?”

He nodded vehemently, causing you to giggle softly. “My hero.” You rested your head on his shoulder, and nuzzled it lightly.

He took a deep breath as he pulled you just a bit closer, his head turning to gently bury his nose into your hair. You chuckled softly as you leaned into him a bit more, and let your eyes slowly close. “Thank you Prompto.”

You heard him hum softly into your hair as his thumb gently petted small circles on your shoulder. You remained that way till you felt yourself relax, and your head dipped slightly as you started to nod off. He took another deep breath, and he spoke softly into your hair. 

“I’ll always protect you [y/n], I have to…” His arm wrapped ever tighter about your shoulders. “Because I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember….”


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Gif not mine

“Do you remember me?” the voice makes Y/N’s mind spin. A shiver runs down her spine. She opens her mouth to talk, but closes it again, unable to form words. The man’s blue eyes seem to pierce through her mind. She seems to run through every memory she has, because deep down, something tugs at her heartstrings, telling her to remember. She didn’t know anything about her past anymore, one of the unpleasant extras to brainwashing. She hated basically anything to do with emotions so she didn’t tell anyone, no one being able to help her. Her foot shifts on the sandy street tiles on the Bucharest market. A gun in her elegant hand, is pointed at the man, loaded. Her finger, on the trigger, trembles slightly. The voice in her head, telling her to remember, drowns out voices, yells of horror and nearby gunshots. In her earpiece some teammates are trying to make sure she’s okay. Though the man’s eyes seem so familiar, his voice so comfortable and his body just right in her mind, nothing seems to click. “No” she says finally. Her voice is filled with hurt. Laced with sadness and topped off with an off feeling of regret. Her expression matches her tone just as uneasy. She sees the man but in her mind a smoke curtain drags over the actual person’s identity. Y/N gets distracted with a hand on her shoulder, making her head whip over to look Bucky right in the eyes. The assassin is confused, Y/N was extremely professional and never got even slightly distracted on a mission. Y/N’s gaze leaves Bucky’s and looks back at the place where the man stood, now a simple empty spot on the square.  “Are you okay, Y/N? Christ-” Bucky says, looking around carefully. His hand is still on her shoulder, thinking it’ll calm her down a bit. “Are you okay?” Bucky asks again, turning her to look him in the eyes. Y/N blinks a couple of times, disoriented, but nods. “Yeah, s-.. sorry” she shakes it off. She reloads her gun and gives Bucky another small reassuring nod before running off.

Part two? Idk if this is good (it’s not, I know)

Requests are open, loves!