idk why this made me smile

  • steve: you wrote about me
  • bucky: I don't know what you're talking about
  • steve: you pulled me out of the river
  • bucky: idk why I did that
  • steve: you nearly killed tony because he hurt me. you actually roared like an angry pigeon or something
  • bucky: I don't like him
  • steve: you tried to pull me behind the shield when I was covering you with it
  • bucky: I didn't mean to do that
  • steve: you remembered my shoes and the hotdogs but not that girls name
  • bucky: I have memory problems that's all
  • steve: you left our dates because I ran off, didn't even apologize
  • bucky: your date would've wondered where you went, I found you for her
  • steve: you lied and told me you only knew me because of the smithsonian because you wanted to protect me, to make me go
  • bucky: blame the brochure
  • steve: you made me share an apartment with you
  • bucky: I needed someone to do the dishes
  • steve: you kept my picture
  • bucky: memory problems remember?
  • steve: you didn't like it when I kissed sharon, I can tell your fake smile from your real one
  • bucky: you were wasting valuable time
  • steve: you put yourself back into cryo so I'd stop being reckless and not become a criminal just to keep you
  • bucky: I was tired
  • steve: you made a vow, told me you'd be with me until death
  • bucky: idk why I did that
  • steve: you interrupted my moment with peggy because you were jealous
  • bucky: you deserved applause and attention for your bravery
  • steve: you fell from the train because you were protecting me
  • bucky: wasn't my smartest move
  • steve: you gave me heart eyes at the bar in '43
  • bucky: I was drunk
  • steve: we shared money and everything else like...a couple
  • bucky: it was convenient
  • steve: you're in love with me
  • bucky: yes
  • steve: what
  • bucky: what

I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to tell her how she made my heart beat so loud like how thunder sounds when it’s storming. I wanted to tell her how she made me feel warm like how the sun feels on your face after a long winter. How she made my life fill with excitement and happiness as if I’ve seen colors for the first time. How her smile is captivating like the bright moon on a starry night. How her laugh is my favorite song and every time I hear it I want to dance with her. I wanted to tell her all these things before it was too late.

But I was too late.

—  @imnotadweeb

this gif personally offends me. first of all, that #hella gay blazer has only one button. the sleeves are either rolled up or the shirt was just designed like that so u know the designer was either hecka gay or clork is just fashionable idk. and not only that blazer but the blue shirt underneath is low cut and is showing off that Good Earth Cleavage. don’t even get me started on her jeans.

back up to clorks face we can see a small smile forming there, which is rlly rude cause im gay. and her hair is c l e a n. and that slow little walk is obv just to kill me like honestly this gif is so. fricken. rude. who. made. this.

Beautifully Oblivious Boy

(OOC: Based entirely off of the song If I Could Tell Her from Dear Evan Hansen. And its a conversation between Remus and James about a conversation James and Sirius had idk if i made it that clear)

Remus: Sirius has been acting weird lately. Do you think he’s mad at me?

James: Can’t be. He thinks you’re awesome.

James: Definitely. In fact, he said-

James: “-sort of subtle and perfect and real”? He said you “never know how wonderful that smile could make someone feel”. And he knows-

James: And he noticed how-

Remus: You’re not…in love with me are you?

James: No, you beautifully oblivious boy, I’m not in love with you.

chimomo  asked:

Guys, who even cares about the Arnie/Mia or Arnie/Maisie drama anymore? Maisie's got MFCBTO now. I admit I disliked Arnie when the drama was actually happening, but I mean MFCBTO is 100 times more fun.

this entire generation is based solely on bowling so idk why people are still trying to take me so seriously


CTK: *sighs*
TK: geez, what is with this lady?

Heh. Finally got around to finishing my short comic on V “meeting” TK and figuring out they are the ‘same’ monster. Idk. It’s just a short little thing I though would get some laughs. Although I struggled REAL hard on the panel with TK, WHY CANT I DRAW HIM AS GOOD AND ADORABLE AS PERF!!!! Augh! I finally just gave up and stuck with my sketch. I can draw CTK just fine. Why must smol children be so hard for me to draw?!?! =^=

BTW, as a side note, V likes to give nicknames and I think she’s pretty set on calling TK TickTack. Cause you know, he’s small, white and has a “minty” freshness to him! Eeeeeeyyyy *finger guns*

Hope it made you smile!
TK and CTK © @perfectshadow06
V © me

Make it Official » Theo Raeken

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Words: 2880+

Warnings: nothing too serious, but might be smutty; also, there’s mentions of sex; cover your eyes, kiddos

Summary: Theo decides to give the reader the same kind of torture she put him through a few days ago, but that ends up leading to something completely unexpected

A/N: This is part two of “Damn it, are you drunk?”, as requested, and I kind of mixed it with some other requests I had, i hope that is okay. Here is the link of part one if you’d like to read it. I tried to write a decent slightly-smutty imagine, but idk, I think I suck at this tbh lol Bare with me, you’ve been warned. That’s like the fourth imagine I’m writing for Theo. I think you noticed that I really enjoy writing for him lmao

Also, so soooooooooorry for the long wait. I’m back now!

“Tell me again why I agreed to come here?”

Lydia sighed dramatically before offering you an unsatisfied smile, linking arms with you.

“Because it’s going to be fun.”

She looked amazing tonight; Lydia wore a dark-blue dress that made her look slightly taller and accentuated her curves just in the right spots, her strawberry-blonde hair was falling naturally down her shoulders, and her high heels were so high you felt dizzy just by looking at them.

Beside someone as stunning as your best friend, you couldn’t help but feel a little invisible with your simple choice of clothes: instead of a dress or a skirt, you wore tight black shorts and a red top that exposed just the right amount of your skin. You decided to let your hair fall down to your back as well and — unlike Lydia — was barely using any makeup. You knew you looked beautiful, but maybe you should have left Lydia choose your clothes as she insisted earlier.

Lydia practically dragged you to some nightclub, no matter how much you complained about it. She was your best friend after all; she knew how much you have been through and was determined to make you loosen up a little, neither you wanted it or not.

In that night in special, the nightclub seemed full and… mysterious. With almost all the lights off, there was practically only one source of illumination in the dance floor, which was coming from the equipment of the DJ, making it hard to see people’s faces or what they were doing in the crowd. You could barely see silhouettes dancing and making out here and there, enjoying the feeling of privacy as they moved their bodies in the rhythm of the song.  

“Well…” Lydia started, her green eyes shining with interest on something, or someone, behind you. “I think this night is going to be good. Do you want to dance?”

You shook your head negatively, didn’t feeling like dancing at the moment. Lydia would probably just disappear with some random good-looking guy, anyway.

“Not really, but you can go,” you replied, not wanting to be a burden on her night, but Lydia just stared at you suspiciously. “Seriously, I’m fine. I’ll just go get a drink.”

She seemed unsatisfied, but nodded anyhow.

“Whatever, just go dance afterwards, ok? I will wait for you there.”

Before you could even think on declining, Lydia was already making her way towards the crowd of hormonal teenagers moving on the dance floor, leaving no time for a single word.

“Don’t disappear!” you shouted above your shoulder, unsure if she heard you or not.

Unaware of the looks on you, you slowly approached the bar, noticing that the bartender wasn’t too older than you, unexpectedly. He sent you a weird look when you handed him the money and ordered the first alcoholic thing that came to your mind, but you just ignored his expression, sitting patiently to wait while he worked on the other side of the counter.

You didn’t usually drank anything alcoholic; it was, in fact, something pretty rare to happen, but was also one easy way for you to feel more confident sometimes, especially at parties full of strangers. You was certainly not going to get drunk anytime soon though; all the memories from the last time you drank too much were still embarrassing you as hell. That story that drunk people did not remember what they had done was bullshit. You even had to avoid Theo for the past week in order not to die of awkwardness. Seriously.


You grabbed your drink instantly when the bartender put it in front of you, desperate to push away the boredom that was starting to take over your body. Just as you was about to take the first very craved sip of your drink, someone stole the cup from your hands, too quickly for you to even react.

What the…?

You were prepared to shout some not very polite words to the person who had shamelessly robbed you, when your angry eyes meet Theo Raeken’s greenish ones and all your courage died down along with every fiber of dignity you still had left.

The very sight of him was enough for your cheeks to heat up and your pulse to rise, memories of the last time you saw each other invading your mind.

Don’t you want me anymore?

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said simply, his characteristic smirk soon gracing his face. “So…are you now addicted to alcohol or something?”

You sighed, frowning at him as you crossed your arms in an effort to show Theo that his presence was not affecting you, when you both knew it was. When he noticed that you were not going to answer him, the smirk on his face grew wider and he took a generous sip of your drink, making your blood boil in your veins.

“Hey, give me that back!” you demanded, trying to reach the cup that Theo was so determined to keep away from your hands.

“No. The last time you got drunk I had to deal with you mercilessly teasing me,” he replied simply, frustrating your efforts of taking the drink back and making your cheeks heat up considerably. “I told you, I’m never letting you drink again.”

Apparently having enough of your failed attempts, Theo just drank all of the liquid remaining as you observed his Adam’s apple moving when he did so. He then placed the empty glass back on the bar calmly, ignoring your bewildered expression.

“What the- I paid for that, you know!”

The glance Theo sent you made you feel as if you were naked before him; with your eyes locked on his, you barely realized what he was doing until you felt one of his hands grasp your waist, jerking your body closer until you were chest to chest with him, your noses almost touching. Theo then lifted his free hand up, showing you the money he was holding before shamelessly shoving it down in the back pocket of your shorts, exactly above the curve of your ass. He let his hand rest there for just a little more time than necessary, his blueish irises studying your reaction with interest.


Coming back to yourself, you quickly pushed him away from your body, your heart drumming in your ears and your breath already a little unsteady. Theo let you push him without any resistance, but the smirk on his face told you that he knew you enjoyed his touches just as much as he did, and he didn’t even needed his werewolf senses to notice.

If you stayed in Theo’s presence for just one more minute, you were pretty sure you would strangle him or worse, kiss him and end up in his bed again, which would not be appropriate.

No, you knew better than that.

So you pulled yourself together and turned around, heading straight to the crowd of people dancing in order to foil Theo, so he wouldn’t follow you that easily. People bumped into you at least a thousand times, but somehow you managed to get to the nearest bathroom — which was probably for workers or something, since it was very small — quickly slamming the door shut behind you.

Why does he affect me this much?

You couldn’t answer that question to yourself; the reason your heart raced and you went suddenly nervous whenever he was around was a mystery to you — one that you wasn’t sure you wanted to resolve. The fact that the universe seemed to bring you and Theo closer, no matter how much you tried to stay away, didn’t make things easier too.

Just as you rested your hands on the bathroom sink, the door opened and — as expected — Theo made his entrance, calmly closing it behind him. You instantly swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn’t notice your sudden nervousness.

“This is the female bathroom, Raeken,” you stated, turning around to stare at his face directly with you best stay-away face, though you suspected he was immune to such thing.

“Well observed,” Theo replied as he leaned against the closed door, folding his arms. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You mimicked his actions, crossing your arms. Except for the fact that your expression showed how angry you were. Angry with Theo for affecting you so much, angry with Lydia for making you come to this party, angry with Beacon Hills for not letting you have a normal life…but most of all, angry with yourself for having feelings for someone like Theo Raeken.

“Well observed,” you quoted his words.

He let out a small laugh before a smug grin took over his handsome face.

“You know, you’re kind of sexy when you’re angry.”

You rolled your eyes, heart already racing, and headed for the door — where he unfortunately stood — to get out, pretending his words were not affecting you in any way. Yeah, sure. At that point, you felt like you had to stay away from him, or you would lost the little drop of good sense you still had in you. Theo was not supposed to be there. He was not supposed to ruin your no-thinking-about-Theo night. But hey, it was Theo Raeken you were talking about; he always showed up in the most unexpected places.

You didn’t look at him as you placed your hand on the doorknob. He just stared at you carefully until that very moment; quiet, interested. But then, when you meant to open the door, Theo quickly grabbed your wrist, changing positions to pin your body to the closed door, your hands firmly held on the sides of your head. A surprised gasp left your lips as your back felt the wood behind you.

Words were about to leave your mouth when you realized how painfully close Theo’s face were, how you could just lightly move forward and your lips would touch his.

You felt exactly like you did moments before you and Theo kissed for the first time, about a month ago.

Then, he finally spoke, after what felt like an eternity of silence even though only a few seconds passed by.

“It doesn’t drive you crazy when we’re close?”

Yes, you thought. Yes, it does. It drives me insane. But, being the coward that you were when it came to relationships, you breathed out heavily, closed your eyes, and found the strength to lie.


“You do realize that I can smell you, right?” you could practically hear the satisfied smirk on his husky voice as Theo leaned forward again, his lips teasingly hovering over yours, making you keep your eyes closed in order not to give in and press your mouth to his. “I know what you really want, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that,” you breathed, your lips brushing over Theo’s at the minimal movements.

“Why? Your heartbeat goes crazy every time I call you sweetheart, sweetheart,” he retorted, so close that his hot breath went directly to your face with every word, smelling like the drink you had ordered before.

You remained silent. Of course, he was right, your pulse did raise considerably every time you heard him calling you nicknames, but you couldn’t help it, though; there was something about Theo that hypnotized you, drew you to him no matter how much you tried to get away, how much you wanted to do the right thing.

“Open your eyes,” Theo asked firmly, one of his hands caressing your wrist gently. “Look at me.”

You did not move nor made a sound; you were determined to fight the urge to do whatever Theo asked, because deep down, you knew that you were starting to grow too close to him, to have real and strong feelings for the guy, and that scared you more than anything. He was supposed to be just a one-night stand; that was it. He was danger and trouble. But your heart had other plans for you.

You both just stood there in silent, hearts racing, heavy breathings, lips almost touching. That distance was clearly killing the two of you, but Theo wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon; his hands kept you in place with a firm grasp as he quietly moved his face to the curve of your neck, making you shudder under his touch.

His lips only brushed against the sensitive skin, but that was enough to wake up every single nerve in your body while you gasped in both surprise and pleasure, throwing your head back to the wall, involuntarily giving him more access to your neck.

Open your eyes,” Theo repeated against your skin, beginning to trail soft warm kisses on your neck and up to your jawline, only stopping when he reached the corner of your mouth, where he placed one last kiss, pressing his forehead to yours afterwards.

You thought he was going to kiss your mouth next, but Theo loosened his grip on your wrists instead, letting it fall to your sides freely, and put some space between you two. His thumb slowly ran over your parted lips, and you let out a surprised sigh, opening your eyes just in time to see his blue orbs staring down at you as if to see how you reacted to him. He removed his hand, starting to close the distance between you two until you were once again face to face, breathing each other’s air, lips barely an inch from one another.

“Theo,” you warned, your voice nothing more than a whisper. “What are you doing?”

Stupid question? Probably. But Theo answered you by pressing his lips on yours in a slow and much desired kiss. Your mind went blank; both of his arms encircled your waist, bringing your body impossibly close to his as he let his tongue explore your mouth. For about five blissful seconds, you allowed yourself to reciprocate; then you woke up to reality and gently pushed Theo’s chest just enough to part the kiss. His hands remained firmly where they were, but he let you broke the kiss easily.

“Stop,” came your uncertain request. “We can’t.”

“Of course we can,” Theo said in a very serious tone you thought you’d never saw him using before. “I want you. You want me. Pretty simple.”

He started to lean in again, but you moved your head away. “No, Theo, it’s not. We’re not…”

“What?” he seemed surprisingly worried. “What is the problem?”

“I…,” there was a mess of words waiting to be said in your mind, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say them. “I’m not this. I’m not the girl that hooks up with someone and doesn’t get involved. I thought I could be, but...”

The hands on your waist caressed your body gently and Theo smiled; a true sweet smile. He brought his right hand to touch your cheek and you unconsciously inclined your face to his touch; there was no point denying it. You had pretty much just admitted your feelings out loud, and Theo knew that.

“Then let’s make it official.”

As Theo tilted your head to side to kiss your exposed neck, you mind went dizzy for a moment and you couldn’t quite process his words.


“Be my girlfriend.” He casually said.

If you were drinking something, you would have certainly choked on it.


“Just say yes,” at this point, Theo’s kisses were making its way up your jaw again, except that this time he didn’t stop at the corner of your mouth; he started pecking your lips over and over. “C’mon. Just. Say. Yes.”

You had never seen this side of Theo. The side that was willing to compromise, to promise, to accept a real relationship. He had never suggested anything like that. That surprised you the most: he was the one bringing the subject up.

Your heart skipped a beat when Theo decided to give you an actual kiss, taking his time with his lips on yours. You instantly reciprocate, running your hands up his strong arms as the kiss deepened. This time, you allowed yourself to enjoy this feeling; his hands on you, his mouth on yours. The sound of music could be heard from outside, but in that moment, the world outside did not matter to you: there was only you and Theo, and that strange feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Would that be happiness?

“I will take that as a yes,” Theo stated, still a little breathless from the kiss.

You couldn’t hold back the smile that spread through your face.

“I don’t know, Theo,” you started. “I know you’re not the kind of guy that compromises…”

He cut your words with a quick kiss on your lips.

“You’re right, I’m not,” he admitted, lifting your chin up so your eyes were on his. “But I want to be that guy for you. I want to be with you, Y/N. I mean it.”

Your small hands cupped his face as you breathed deeply, about to make a decision you could be sorry for later.

“I will give you one chance, and one chance only, you hear me?”

Theo nodded, smirking. “One chance is all I need.”

Then, your boyfriend kissed you like it was the first time your lips ever touched, and for the first time in a long time, you felt an overwhelming happiness take over you.

A/N: I really, really hope you liked it! I’m back from my semi-hiatus! As always, I would love to know what you think about this, so please leave a message. ♥

Coming Home Pt. 3 (Stan Uris/Reader)

Originally posted by anguishborn

part 1 / part 2

(A/N: You were warned. It’s Stan time fuckos. I hope no1 hates me yet)

Summary: Reader goes to Stan’s house to try and figure out why he’s avoiding her. THE ANSWER WILL SHOCK YOU!  (except probably not)

Warnings: Idk, this one is a little negative :( It will get better eventually, probably. 

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creachivity  asked:

I feel like I send you too many prompts, pls feel free to ignore if you want :)) voltron fam, imagine Shiro was called for an operation in a hospital in another state so he was gone for like a week, when he came home he missed his husband's cooking so much he cried. Keith thinks he's totally overreacting, the kids think its adorable & posted a vid on keith's insta lmao. Comments were either "wow, hot AND he can cook! Tbh I'd cry too" or "the husband's hot too?? Wth thats unfair!" Lol

[The Voltron Family] The flight was long and too many people with their suitcases were walking around the airport but that didn’t stop Shiro from getting excited. He looked around at the people standing to wait at the arrival area and met the eyes of the one he loved the most. He walked quickly and the nearer he got, the bigger his smile became.

“Hello, my red bean,” Shiro greeted as he pulled Keith into an embrace. “Thank you for taking your time to pick me up.”

“I had no choice. I’m your husband,” Keith rolled his eyes fondly. He pulled away to kiss Shiro on the cheek only to be kissed on the lips. “Sneaky.”

“I’m your husband,” Shiro mocked, giving Keith another kiss.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Keith shook his head in disapprovingly, however, his grin told Shiro they would continue in private. They started walking and the younger man asked, “How was the flight?”

“Awful without you,” Shiro frowned, leaning in again for a kiss but was stopped immediately by Keith’s finger on his lips. “I was deprived of your kisses for a week! I need—”

“Takashi,” Keith warned. “People are looking.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I care because I’m hungry and I made lunch so we need to get home. I know you haven’t eaten anything either.”

Shiro wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I’d like to have my lunch now if you don’t mind.” Keith just stared at him, the kind that made Shiro rethink about his awful life choices especially on his attempt with sexual innuendos to his asexual husband. Shiro gulped, feeling a little awkward at the lack of response. “Uh, yeah. Lunch at home would be great. What did you cook, honey?” 

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A/N : Sooo, I wanted to try something new with one of the requests. This is my first time doing this, so you’ll tell me if you like it or not, thank you! btw excuse my poor writing and grammar mistakes 😅

Request :  When the boys are making fun of you because you never had your first kiss/ a boyfriend but finally admit that they like you
[Seokjin ver] [Hoseok ver] [Jimin ver


Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

“Oh my god he did! He told her! Oh my god, I’m dying, help me! I need some air!” You yelled gathering both of your hands around your mouth, staring at the screen of the laptop. 

You quickly paused the drama you were watching and started squealing. It was so far the sweetest episode of the drama you were following. Since the beginning of the episode, you lost the count of how many times you paused to take a breath because it was too much for your heart to handle. The producers sure knew how to play with your feelings and this week they decided to end you. 

“Gosh, that was so cute, I need to replay this part.” You said smiling ready to press the spacebar, when you heard your phone buzz. You grabbed it and look at the message you’ve just received. 

You smiled. You’d lie if you were saying that you didn’t enjoy annoying Namjoon. When you weren’t busy, you were spending most of your time around him and since he was more of an indoor person, you were usually hanging in his little apartment. Sometimes, you guys would spend hours talking, playing games and watching movies and other times, just like today, each of you would mind they own business in a comfortable silence. 

You were in his bedroom, enveloped in his bed sheets, catching up your drama, while he was in the living room either reading books or writing poems. 

You never understood how two different people could get so close. He was the type to love spending time in libraries, reading philosophical books and he preferred quiet places where he could think and write his poems. While you were the complete opposite. A loud girl who’d always tried to convince him to go out or come with you at parties, though most of the time, he would refuse or just ignore your messages.

As you liked annoying him with all your noises when all he wanted was silence, he liked annoying you with the fact that you had been single your entire life. It was something you were a bit ashamed of. When you meet new people, you never give them this piece of information, too afraid that they will laugh at you and judge you. 

You knew you shouldn’t feel this way, and Namjoon already told you several times that it wasn’t much of a big deal, but that was an easy thing to say when you already had been in relationships. 

Not that you never been on dates. Of course you had. However, there never is a second date. The first reason being, you never were that interested because deep down there already was this person you were fond of. You weren’t a discreet girl when it came to crushes and you were pretty surprised that he never got the slightest hint about that.

The second reason was ironically linked to the first one. He always found a way to ruin your dates and came up with silly excuses or sometimes incidents. Just like the last time, you were in a coffee shop, getting to know a little bit more about your date, when you suddenly felt a hot liquid splash on your chest and lap. When you shot your head to the responsible it was none other than Namjoon, giving you his apologetic smile, rubbing the back of his neck. He insisted to cancel the date and took you home so you could shower. You were mad at him and all the other times too. Why did he always ruin your dates? 

You understood it was on purpose the day he nonchalantly said “you’ll thank me later.”. Thank him for what? Staying forever single? Not being able to stop the feelings you had for him? 

Sometimes, when your mind was wandering too much, you liked to think that it was because he actually liked you and was just too shy to confess to you. Nonetheless, reality hit you when you remember that he was the one who were pushing you to get a boyfriend, which was confusing to you. You tried your best to meet new people, new guys as he tells you but it seems like none of them satisfied your father-like friend. 

Your last text was rather risky. Or at least, it made you apprehend his next reply. To be honest, you didn’t really know what to expect. Was he going to make fun of what you just said? You wanted him to tell you the otherwise. That all the accidents happened because he wanted you to date him. It sure would be a weird way to express his feelings, but you’d never reject him. You weren’t this resentful. Not when it comes to him.

Your heart missed a beat when you saw the typing… underneath his name. You shifted your position, from lied on your side to sat down, your back against the headboard. You didn’t know why you were nervous like that. It wasn’t the first time you joked on that yet, today you had a different feeling. As if today, he’ll finally let you know if he was interested in you or not. 

What was he even typing that took him so much time? 

Then he stopped typing and went offline.

“Wait, no! What did you want to say! Come back!” You scream-whispered, shaking your phone as if you were shaking him. 

You suddenly recalled that he was meters away from you, somewhere in the living room. Perhaps he stopped typing because he preferred telling you this face-to-face? Then, if it was something to tell in person, it meant that it was important and if it was bad news, you weren’t ready to face him right now. You’d rather have him joking about what you said than telling you that things would never work out for you two. 

You waited. Paying attention to evey little noises you could hear. You wanted to know where he was and if he was moving, preparing yourself to the worst. However, the only thing you hear and felt was the vibration of your phone. 

You froze. 

These two simple words caused your body to stop functioning. You didn’t know what to do nor what to think. Actually, your first thought was he’s just playing. He couldn’t be serious. 

With trembling thumbs, you typed out the only answer that came up to your mind, not feeling very proud once you sent it. 

Your heart was madly pumping the blood. You could hear you heartbeat in your eardrums. 

You read the texts several times to make sure you weren’t misinterpreting anything. A large smile made its way on you lips. You wanted to scream. You needed to exteriorize your joy. 

You lied on your back and rapidly kicked the air with your feet, your hands on your mouth to prevent you from screaming. You couldn’t believe what was happening. 

You stopped moving and took your phone to read the messages again. You thought of a way to reply. As you sent your texts, another message from him came. 

Of course you did. It’s been years and everyone knew you were head over heel for Namjoon, he was the only one who hasn’t noticed it yet. 

You started typing your answer when he replied to your question, leading you to want to tease him a little bit more. 

And seconds later, you saw his figure standing at the entrance of the bedroom, his signature smile on his lips. 

He walked toward you at a slow pace, his eyes never leaving yours, causing a knot of anticipation in your stomach. You knew what would happen next. It was something that you wanted for so long and the fact that you were going to get it today made you chew your bottom lip. 

He was now at the edge of the bed, slowly leaning over you. Your eyes fluttered the moment his cologne infiltrated your nostrils. You were truly losing the control of your entire self. You felt him smirk. 

He knew it. He knew the effects he had on you and he was enjoying that. He brushed your lips with his several times never failing to make you react everytime. You wanted and needed to feel more, which resulted in making you whine, a bit annoyed by his teasing. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one dying for this.” He murmured before leading you into the sweet and slow kiss you’ve been longing for. 

ok but, contrary to popular belief, keith is pobably the boyfriend who brags about lance. 

like lance will definitely go up to strangers while they’re together and be like “do you see my amazing bf?? do you??” Keith is just rolling his eyes and trying so hard not to smile its pathetic tbh (im almost positive someone’s already made a post like this so imma stop the lance train there)

but its more like he gushes in secret

like could you imagine that poor boy absolutely gushing abt lance to shiro or allura (no one can take their possible friendship way from me)

“i mean come on, did you not see the way his hair looked today? do you think he knows how cute he is? i mean he talks a big game but does he really know?”

“idk keith why dont you ask him, he is your boyfriend, you know”

“what? no. he cant know how much i like him. that means hes won. he’ll hold it over my head forever.”

but lance already knows how much keith really loves him but being the better boyfriend that he is, he pretends not to know until keith finally tells him (probably like their wedding day or something bc they’re too stupid smh)

anonymous asked:

okei so this one is a little mean but i know sometimes people have those friends who don't like the new person who there friend is dating because there not there ex. so maybe Even maybe having those friends who don't like Isak because he's not Sonja? 🙄🙄🙄🤔🤔😮😮😮

Isak: SOS

how do i bring it up to Even that one of his friends clearly hates me?

Mahdi: lol really? why does he hate you?

Isak: well idk Mahdi, maybe because I TURNED HIM GAY

Jonas: Isak you did not turn him gay that’s a fucking stupid thing to say

Isak: :( i feel like that’s why he hates me though

Magnus: who is it? bakka friend?

Isak: nah one of the ones he made here post-bakka, pre-isak

Jonas: did you ask even

Isak: “Gee, Even, do you know why your friend continues to glare daggers at me even though he’s all smiles to you???”

Magnus: maybe he has a thing for Even? 

Mahdi: are we talking even’s friend or you Mags

Magnus: :( i don’t have a thing for Even. I’m happy with Vilde. My girlfriend. Do you have a girlfriend, Mahdi?

No? sad.

Isak: can we focus on what matters here?

Jonas: You?

Isak: Me. 

Jonas: Maybe it’s a Sonja thing? Like they liked Sonja and you kind of… like… ruthlessly stole him away?

Magnus: badass, isak, badass 

Isak: screw it. i’m texting sana.

anonymous asked:

Idk why, but for some reason I just read moc as mister of color. Which gave me pause because I usually only refer to guys being generally fabulous as misters? So I imagined a bunch of fashionably dressed poc guys and I can't unread it. Also, why is mister masculine when it's literally a cross between miss and sister?

I have no idea where you got this from, but it has made me smile and the “misters of color are fabulous” part is 100% true.

Have you seen black men wear their colorful suits and stuff???

Like it’s so refreshing

Feel blessed today, because I do♥