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Homestuck Beach Headcanons

John: hot sand hot sand hot sand *makes it to the water* cold water cold water cold water (this goes on for like an hour before he settles finally). Brought one of those fake shark fins and straps it to the top of his head. He fools no one. Brought approximately 53 kites and loses All of them because Dave said “hey I bet your kites can’t hold up against your windy thing”. He was right. Tells Karkat that the ocean speaks to ppl through conch shells, he holds one up to his ear, nods, “sorry Karkat, the ocean says you’re an idiot”. Karkat is horrified and John is dying trying to keep a straight face.

Dave: has a SBAHJ swimsuit and a SBAHJ surfboard. Challenges Jade to a surf-off. “Are you sure, Dave? I’ve had a lot of practice and it’s not as easy as it looks! I’ve got it, Dave reassures her. How difficult can it be. She warned u, bro. She warned u about the surf. He does not get back in the water. Fills a bucket with crabs of various shapes and sizes throughout the day, at the end he calls Karkat over to where he’s standing by the waters edge. Hey. Hey Karkat. Look what I found. He pours the crabs out at Karkat’s feet. Karkat looks unsettled. Dave. Where did you even find all these crabs Dave. They’re your children Karkat. I did this for you.

Jade: spends the whole day in the water and also she is a surf goddess did I mention that? Doesn’t put any sunscreen in and everyone is concerned but she barely even tans. After getting out of the water she does the Wet Doggo Shake™ Jade can u pls just warn us before u do that pls you’re getting us all soaking wet. Smells suspiciously like wet dog but everyone is too polite to point it out. Helps Dave collect his crabs bc she has an uncanny knack for finding them (she’s sniffing them out with her doggy nose but doesn’t tell Dave bc she wants to show off).

Rose: builds sand castles with Kanaya bc Kanaya is deadass terrified of the ocean. They surpass sandcastle tbh it’s more like a sand palace. Rose found a bunch of nice purpley shells to decorate with and also some rocks that look suspiciously arcane and vaguely powerful. High tide somehow wipes out the group’s chairs but doesn’t touch the sandcastle. Hm. Chastises Dave for building dicks out of the sand. Is there something you’d like to tell us, Dave? *Dave sweating* what’s a penis I don’t even know anyone named Karkat. Rose smiles innocently. Of course not. Throughout the day, Rose brings water for Kanaya to drink and also to dump on her so she can regulate her body temperature. Since she’s a cold-blood her body temp is lower so she overheats v easily.

Kanaya: is deadass terrified of the ocean. Does the detail work on the castle she and Rose are making, carves out little stairs and turrets and makes flags out of spare ribbon she keeps in her bag. It’s beautiful. She cries at the end of the day when they have to leave it even though they’ve taken lots of pictures. . Karkat comes up to her with a conch shell and holds it out to Kanaya, “john told me the ocean said I was an idiot Kanaya what is it saying I can’t hear anything” She takes the conch shell and listens. Mmhm. Yes. Oh My. “What did it say???” It Was Really Quite Rude, I Shouldn’t Repeat It. Karkat is about to cry. Kanaya and Rose secretly fist bump.

Karkat: oh boy this has really been A Day for him. He’s nervous around the ocean already but apparently it thinks he’s an idiot??? He loves the crabs they remind him of his lusus, it was slightly horrifying that Dave put a bunch of them in a bucket for obvious reasons. Wants to be buried in the sand, Jake helps him dig a big hole and he and Dave and Dirk all work together to make it big enough and fill it in afterwards. Dave writes “im gay” underneath Karkat’s head poking out and Karkat yells at him for taking pictures. Sollux falls asleep on his towel and Karkat writes “beefucker” on his forehead.

Terezi: before they got there everyone told Terezi not to lick the sand. Guess what she did. Also, accidentally popped the beach ball with her teeth because she was licking it. There’s a theme here can u find it. Is in the water a lot because Vriska is desperately trying to regulate her body temperature and has v little energy to say mean things which everyone is grateful for. To make her feel better, Terezi engages in wildly uncreative insults that Vriska can easily latch onto without having to put much energy in. “Hey Terezi is the water cold?” I don’t know john, is your FACE cold? “Terezi that doesn’t even make any sense”, your face doesn’t make any sense! She cackles as if this is some High Brow Humor every single time.

Jake: has an irrational fear of seagulls, they keep coming for his food and that makes him nervous because the monsters on his island were one thing but this? This sly and wily creature? Dirk is like,,,buddy,,,it’s just a seagull? It’s just a bird? “They’re eating my fries, Dirk, I won’t stand for it!” Jake has a little ukulele that he knows like five songs on, he sits outside by the boardwalk and just strums it sometimes after dark. One night, two little kids come by and give him 6 dollars in crumpled singles for his playing and he started crying he was so touched.

Jane: is having the TIME of her life, and is also the Mom friend. She’s simultaneously kicking ass at beach volleyball and reminding everyone to put on their sunscreen and reapply every two hours please! She’s also having a good time experimenting with cooking seafood some nights, though once she made the mistake of bringing in crab and Karkat did Not take it well. It took an hour to calm him down. Jane felt awful and made it up to him by buying him a nice hoodie w a happy crab on it. Bought a cute little blue boogie board and hangs out with Jade and Roxy in the water, she’s not very good at it but she likes swimming around a little.

Dirk: he’s that one friend that goes way too hard in casual games tbh. Like, they’re just playing a friendly game of volleyball Dirk can you please stop spiking it every five seconds. The grind never stops, Roxy, don’t hate the player hate the grind. Jane looked at him w so much disappointment in her eyes after he said it that he felt the force of her stare physically and had to take a step back. Tries to show Jake that seagulls aren’t scary by feeding them, but they start attacking him for his fries which does not help prove his point at all.

Roxy: “the babe” Lalonde has been ready for a beach trip her entire life. She is checking out the lifeguards, she’s checking out the other gals and dudes strolling about the beach, she’s got her best friends with her, what more could she want??? She buys a cutesy pink surfboard and Dave makes fun of her for it and she smiles sweetly. Oh sorry Dave? I forgot you were so good at surfing?? No one knows how or when Roxy learned to hang ten but THERE SHE GOES. She finds a lot of pretty shells and rocks and sand dollars and is just enthusiastic about everything tbh. She brightens everyone’s mood always.

Calliope: cherubs can’t float so Roxy’s overprotective ass won’t let her near the water unless someone is with her and making sure she’s safe. This is Fine with calliope bc that means that she’s never alone and therefore she’s never lonely and really that’s all she’s ever wanted so!! She’s v content to watch Jade and Roxy surf, she will sit w Jane sometimes when she isn’t in the water. She also likes digging for sand crabs with Karkat bc she likes their little legs. She wants to dig deep enough to find a lobster and no one has the heart to tell her that’s not how it works.

Sollux: this idiot. This boy. My sweet sweet son. Makes the horrible mistake of falling asleep on his towel. He was underneath the big umbrella when he started, but as the sun moves and he’s not putting on more sunscreen?? John, Dave, and Karkat take it upon themselves to not only write “beefucker” on his forehead, but also draw dicks on his whole body in sunscreen so he burns (trolls turn a darker shade of their blood color) and ends up with these pale gray dicks surrounded by a horrible dark, mustardy burn.


(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2

“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, “Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.”

You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.
You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?”

You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion.
When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him.
Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass.

You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast.
When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated.

You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you.
“You know you sleep talk.”

Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

anonymous asked:

Any headcanons on Izuku and Katsuki boarding a crowded train and they keep rubbing against each other on accident?

They try everything in their power not to rub on each other. Izuku stretches his body as far as he can from Katsuki…. Though it ends up not working out. The train is so unbelievably packed, thanks to students going home from school, and adults heading home from work.

It leaves Izuku and Katsuki to cram against one of the back walls of the train, right near the doors. Izuku squeezes himself close to Katsuki now, facing him. His struggle to keep any distance is short lived, since more people enter the train last minute.

“At least its not too long of a ride..“ Izuku says, sheepishly and Katsuki just grunts in response. He can already feel their bodies are probably /too/ close together.
Izuku’s face is a light shade of red, but he thinks the two of them can handle being this close for now– their stop is only four in, so its only about 25 minutes at most!

Everything seems like it’ll go well! That is, until the train starts moving.

Every jerk, every bump, every time someone knocks into Izuku, the two of them feel their groins touch. Katsuki grumbles and subtly tries to back up, but it isn’t working. Izuku is constantly getting bumped and they keep ending up right back on each other.

“Fuck, Deku.. back up! ”

“I-I can’t, Kacchan.. I’m not /trying/ to be so close..” He mumbles embarrassed. How awful would it be if they continue the entire way home like this?? Izuku doesn’t think he can handle it. Being pressed right up against Katsuki… Fighting his urge not to make a sound because the continuous rub and contact is actually starting to feel kind of good– Its a torturous game, and he just can’t do it.

“Well, figure some shit out..!”
Izuku notes quickly that Katsuki isn’t going to be able to handle it for much longer, either. In fact, he’ll probably lose his cool a lot faster than Izuku does.
Izuku is sure that his boyfriend will bend him over right there, if this keeps up.

Suddenly, an idea pops into Izuku’s head. He starts to twist and adjust his body carefully, until he’s facing away from Katsuki. His ass may be getting pushed and rubbed against Katsuki but.. that’s better, isn’t it?

“M..much better..” Izuku nods to himself, already thinking maybe he can last like this. Katsuki on the other hand… doesn’t feel the current position is making much of a difference.

“You made it worse, fucking Deku!” Katsuki says between gritted teeth. Why does Izuku have to have a nice, round, ass like that? Why does it have to move, and push back on him while the train moves?? Katsuki can feel the heat pooling in his groin. If Izuku’s ass keeps unintentionally grinding against his dick, he’s going to lose it.

“I-Im sorry, I dont know what else to do- I can’t move anywhere Kacchan..” he whispers. Then, the train rattles again suddenly. It causes Izuku to stumble back, and he braces his fall by pushing back against Katsuki again.

As he’s about to readjust his stance though, his face starts to heat up darker.

“K-Kacchan…” he swallows hard, glancing back. “Are.. are you-”

“Don’t fucking say it Deku.. what the hell do you expect??” Katsuki’s ears are tinted red.

Yeah, there’s no hiding it. He’s getting aroused. It’s next to impossible to hide something like that in such a cramped territory.

“I- I’m sorry Kacchan..!” Izuku’s blush is rising higher, because the erection of his boyfriend is starting to become far more noticeable with every jerk. “What should I do?”

Katsuki narrows his eyes then, as he looks down at Izuku. He slips his hands down to rest on Izuku’s hips causing the latter to gasp softly from unexpected touch. He holds Izuku’s body close and leans his lips down to rest against his ear.

"I could fuck you right here. ” Katsuki whispers bluntly.
That sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine, and he swallows thickly. He shifts his eyes back to give a subtle glance at Katsuki, before looking down again. The blush is obvious on his face, and he’s trying his best to keep himself from getting too excited.

“Th-that isn’t– um. That’s not… it’s not a good idea.” He tries to reply with out making it obvious that Katsuki’s words got to him. Though he can feel the smirk thats forming on Katsuki’s face. “Th..there’s people here.”

Katsuki keeps his lips pressed on the freckled boys ear.
“Isn’t that the best part? I can fuck you right here, nice and slow, and everyone in the entire fucking train will know you’re all mine.” He gives Izuku’s ear lobe a light bite.

“K-Kacchan..” he mumbles and begins to feel his own arousal. He shifts in place slightly, though it doesn’t help ease up any tension. “Stop… ah!”

Suddenly Katsuki is biting at his neck. /Hard/. It causes Izuku to make an unintentional sound, and the people surrounding them turn to look. They give judgemental stares, and turn their attention back to their own bussiness. Though its hard to ignore the two of them. Katsuki is continuing to bite and kiss at Izuku’s neck deapite the crowd. “Kacchan..”
Izuku whimpers slightly, but catches himself. He furrows his eyebrows and quickly elbows Katsuki in the side. “Kacchan stop that–!”

“ow- what?? I can’t help it! You’re lucky I’m not already fucking you senseless.”

“Shh!! Y- you’re talking loud..there’s other people here..!” Izuku reminds him. He gives subtle glances around at the people who pretend that they aren’t staring and giving dirty looks.
Katsuki just sighs and tightens his hold on Izuku’s hips. He stays quiet for a few moments, then hears the announcement for the next stop approaching. A smirk forms on his face and quickly he grabs Izuku’s wrist.

“C'mon Deku.” He starts pushing them through the crowd, making their way to the closest door. Izuku blinks, confused, but follows his boyfriend’s lead.

“um- Kacchan this… this isn’t our stop. ”

“Yeah I know. But ya really think I can wait another 20 minutes??” He asks. And once the train comes to a complete stop, he yanks them out. It’s busy, but he’s shoving his way through everyone and ignoring the remarks being thrown their way.

“Kacchan w..where are we going? ” Izuku asks, after giving fast apologies to the ones they pushed past.

He gets them into the station, before scoping out a bathroom.
“I’m gonna fuck you good in one of those stalls.”

Izuku’s face is bright red now, but he knows theres no way out of it. Not that he truly wants to get out of it… He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want this too.


He got them into the bathroom now, and luckily the largest stall is open.

“… make sure the entire station knows I’m yours.”
Katsuki gives a loving smirk, as he slams the stall door shut. He’s pushing Izuku up agaist the wall, and steals a deep, forceful kiss.

“Don’t worry, baby. They will.”

Yellow Love

Summary: The deal is to make bamf!Dan Howell want to date Nerd!Phil. But how can he go through with it when Dan’s eyes are the colour of chocolate and he has a dimple that makes Phil’s knees weak? He decides he can’t go through with it because he’s too afraid of falling in love before Dan ever will. With a Christmassy twist at the end!
Word Count: 7448
Warnings: Cussing, smoking
Title creds: Yellow Love - Citizen
A/N: First of all I would very much like to thank my beta, @moonlitdan for betaing this for me! I don’t understand how she’s better at english than i am considering its her second language, but ilysm Mey and you’re a lifesaver. Secondly, as an admin of the Phanfiction Catalogue, we all decided to do our own little Secret Santa! So surprise, Nova ( @phanontour )! I’m your secret santa and here is an entire 7k of complete and utter fluff. c: Ily, enjoy xoxo Translations of the French is after the story, if i translated wrong then im sorry cuz i only took four years of french so i had to look up a few words ^_^

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“I dare you to make Howell wanna date you.”

Phil sputtered, nearly choking on his school lunch (a bland chicken sandwich with too much ketchup to actually taste nice); his airway closed off a bit around the food as he tried to dislodge it from his throat, gasping for air while his friends slammed their fists on his back to help. “Excuse me?” Phil asked once he could properly breathe again, squinting at Chris with a discerning look.

Chris rolled his eyes, taking a bite of a chip before throwing it at Phil, watching as it landed in his cup of peaches. “You heard me, loser. I dared you to make Daniel Howell want to date Philip Lester.” He dragged out the names as if Phil was deaf, causing the latter to glare accusingly at his friend.

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“Heaven’s On Fire”

Notes: SMUT. Some bondage, cursing

You could feel the bitterness in your bones as you strut across the length of the compound, your feet nearly stomping with every step as if you were throwing a tantrum. In all honesty you were sure it looked that way, your brow furrowed - steam practically coming out of your ears as you took deep breaths to keep yourself steady. Anger had flooded every part of you, even more so since you had just gotten back from the mission from hell. You knew that it was a risk, getting involved with someone on the team - and going out there, emotions were without a doubt going to get in the way. Today was a prime example. For nearly three months now you had kept your relationship with Bucky Barnes in the shadows. Most of the reasoning was because the both of you weren’t even sure what this was yet, but you knew there was something special there. Not to mention, niether of you wanted to hear any slack from the rest of the team - so you kept yourselves hidden. The late nights, the skillfully planned dates when you’d both sneak out unnoticed - it all led to this moment, the moment you knew was going to come. You were just as experienced as the rest of the team, you had your specific skillset and you were more than capable with taking care of yourself - it was even spoken in exsistence you were the same match as Natasha or Sharon. You were trusted, valuable, and you weren’t one to back away from a fight. Yet even with it being known you could take care of yourself, today Bucky had crossed the line. The line the two of you had agreed on, work and play were never to cross paths - especially when it came to the two of you trying to do your job. Save the world, then have time to yourselves. That’s what you do. But today he crossed it, he had doubted your ability - in front of the whole team. So you were stomping away, that was the clear choice. It made your blood boil overall, he knew what you were capable of - he knew more than anyone. Yet he still questioned you in the field, and that to you was practically unforgivable.

“Doll, please-“ Bucky’s voice exhausted behind you, his steps just as quick to try and keep up with you.

“Leave me alone, Bucky.” You mumbled, shoving your door open - and of course he followed.

“No-“ He sighed, shutting your door as he entered your room.

“Just leave.” You nearly spat, “I don’t even want to look at you right now-“

“Are you really pissed at me?” Bucky questioned, “I was worried about you. Isnt that what I’m supposed to-”

“You’re supposed to believe that I can take care of myself-“ You turned to face him, feeling the heat rise in your body, “Im not some princess waiting to be saved.“

“I never said you were-“ Bucky raised his voice, “Jesus you can’t let anyone in can you?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You scoffed in distain, he couldn’t be serious.

“It means you’re so goddamn scared to let go-“ He nearly shouted, “You won’t let anyone in long enough to show they care.“

“That’s bullshit.” You swallowed, moving to your dresser you nearly ripped one of the drawers open.

“No. This is bullshit.” Bucky gruffed, “All of this. It’s bullshit.”

“All of what?” You turned in question, seeing that he had already started to sweat from the argument.

“You and me.” He pointed, “I’m done fucking around with you. Call me when you grow up.“

“Excuse me?” Your mouth dropped, “Who the hell do you think you are, telling me I need to grow up? Do you hear yourself?”

“I think you heard me loud and clear.” Bucky unzipped his infamous jacket, starting to walk out of your room - you could tell that his blood must’ve been boiling just like you’re own.

“No way-“ You hissed, “You don’t get to walk away after what you did-“

“Oh, now you get to determine what I can and can’t do, sweetheart?” Bucky ripped away the glove across the plated metal - tossing it without a care to the floor.

“You are such an asshole, James Barnes.” You spat, “Go on. Walk away. See if I care.”

Your words caught his attention, his feet came to a halt - his body nearly froze. You wondered if you had pressed a button you shouldn’t have. You watched his frame turned, the sight before you was something you weren’t expecting. His bright blue eyes looked to you, full of hurt - his lips parted in disbelief. You almost felt guilty in that moment, seeing the expression on his face reminded you of a kicked dog. It struck a chord in you, catching your breath - he looked better than ever. You didn’t have the time to truly appreciate it, but now you did - his full uniform had a way of causing your heart to race. The fitted pants, the black jacket - it all paired so well together. But most of all you had admired the arm, despite what he thought.

“Im-“ You were almost breathless, “I’m still mad at you.“

“Good.” It was all he said, ripping away his belt he walked to you with a sense of dominance - and before you could speak another word his hands had shoved you to the nearest wall.

You caught your breath as his lips met you, harsh and full of hunger. You couldnt help the moan that released as his hands shoved your own above your head, a grip hard enough there was no room to wiggle free. You felt the belt in his hands, pulling away only for a moment - your eyes adverted up to see him wrap the leather around your wrists. Biting your lip, you felt his teeth dig in just beneath your ear. Swallowing hard you tried to regulate your breathing, but it was nearly impossible when his legs shoved your own apart. A light whimper released your lips as he tightened the belt, his lips meeting to your ear - you practically shivered at the feeling of his hot breath. Your eyes fluttered closed, his hips shoving upwards - the both of you still fully clothed, you felt him grind his core against your own.

“Bucky-“ You released a breath, his rythm made your temperature rise.

“Quiet.” He groaned, his hands at your wrists - he guided them to wrap around his neck.

You did as he said, keeping your mouth shut as he lifted you in the air - walking the two of you into the nearest room. You took in the surroundings, now realizing that he had taken you into one of Tony’s office rooms. You expected him to get on with it, but you heard his hands as he fumbled you to the desk. Pieces of glass and decor crashed to the ground, Bucky’s hands practically shoved you to the surface - placing your stomach on the desk, your features on the cool desk.

“If you say a word-“ He teased, “I’m stopping.”

You nodded in response, hearing the sound of his zipper your heart was nearly about to burst. Your hands were still above your head, still in the leather of his belt - but in honesty you didnt mind. Not one bit. You gasped suddenly, feeling his hands caress the material covering your backside - within the seconds of the soft touch you felt the material being ripped practically in half.

“Say you want it.” Bucky breathed behind you, “Say it.”

You jutted yourself back into him, feeling that he had discarded his own clothing - you wanted it more than you could fathom at this moment.

“Bucky-“ You sighed, your hands starting to ball in fists.

“Say it, doll.” He leaned down, pulling away your shirt - his soft kiss pressing along your shoulder, “Say it for me"

“I want you.” It nearly blurted out, you sounded more needy than you wanted to - but you felt the smile on his lips, he enjoyed it.

“Good girl.” Bucky whispered on your skin, pressing one last kiss before his lips left you.

The grip from his hands was hard, holding you in place as he positioned himself behind you. You took a deep breath, your legs tingling with every sensation he gave you. You heard a low groan as he filled you entirely, staying only for a moment to let you adjust. Hands shooting forward you gripped to the desk, feeling one sharp thrust without a warning. Unable to hold back you sounded out, your eyes screwing shut - his grip kept you still as he gave it to you hard and fast, making you practically lose it. His name slipped from your lips, and you had no control of it.

“Bu-“ You choked out, feeling him stop you nearly whined - unable to move, he wasn’t kidding around.

“What was that?” Bucky’s hands kept, and you could almost hear the smile on his lips.

“Please-“ You choked out, your hands gripping the desk - you weren’t expecting him to move, but he sure as hell did.

He removed himself completely, rising you gently from the desk with his touch. He turned you to face him, his blue eyes a shade darker than you remember - a small smile on his lips. You felt the low hum when he kissed you, his lips as sweet as always the kiss was more gentle than you were expecting. You couldnt help but smile, this wasn’t how expected the arugment to end - but you sure as hell glad it did. Fingers carding through the long strands of hair, Bucky’s hands had placed you a second time to the desk - pulling apart your legs as he lined once again. You gripped hard, your hands trembling to his shoulders to keep yourself steady - he was relentless. You felt yourself start to shake, your legs latching around the small of his back as you felt your finish overtake your whole body. You heard the familiar sound of metal, his grip rushing to the edge of the desk - breaking apart the wood,you heard the snap echo the room. Bucky stilled entirely, keeeping his hips until the very last thrust.

“Fuck-“ Bucky choked out, his lips trembled to your shoulder.

“Well this is unexpected-“

Your body froze, your eyes shooting wide open - you looked to the door, seeing Tony and Natasha at the threshold. You gasped out, fumbling to make sure you were somewhat decent. Natasha’s held tilted with a smirk, Tony’s eyes blinked in confusion

This is a late gift for Ashlee’s (@austennerdita2533) Birthday. You said you liked mates and arranged marriages, so you get both. I hope you like it!

“I’m sorry, what?” Caroline said, staring at Klaus as she waited for her answer, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes, his gaze very focused on his palms laying on top of the table that rested between them.

He let out a long-suffering sigh before he spoke, his voice calm as he chose the words carefully, “It is a tradition in our pack for mates to be married as soon as possible, as long as they’re of age. It is… old-fashioned, I must admit, but our laws are what they are.”

“They are your laws. Not mine,” she reminded him pointedly.

Meeting your mate was supposed to be an exciting moment, like something had clicked into place, but ever since Klaus had showed up in her life, she felt like she had been knocked off her feet. He was from a different pack, which wouldn’t have been a problem if they weren’t both the next in line to assume the leadership of their clans, which meant that a long process of union had to take place.

An union that apparently had to begin with their wedding when she had only known him for three days.

Klaus finally met her gaze, his eyes surprisingly warm, “You know that you’ll have to live by our traditions, love, just as I’ll have to live by yours. It’s the only way our people will accept this change and we have to do what’s best for them.”

She was about to ask him if he was seriously trying to use her responsibilities as future alpha to make her marry him, but she realised that it wasn’t quite his intention. And that he was right – which made her completely hate him.

It was frightening.

Our people. We.

Caroline always knew that this would happen, that she would find her mate and that her life would be forever intertwined with someone else’s, but marriage? She was 20 and she didn’t even know him. How the hell was she going to explain that to her friends?

Besides, the fact that Klaus had been on his best behaviour around her didn’t mean that she hadn’t heard the whispers about him; how his wolf seemed to delight in the kill, how none of his enemies could run fast enough to get away from his claws and teeth.

The stories of how Mikael’s body had been found still made the hairs of her neck stand up.

And, yet, she found herself nodding. It wasn’t like she had much choice, anyway. “Fine. When… When should we get married?”

Klaus shrugged, “As soon as possible, love. If you want a big party, that can buy us a couple of months, but even so, we can only get away with waiting until June before people start asking questions.”

Ugh, now that just wouldn’t do – was there anything tackier than a June wedding?

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apathetic-and-gay  asked:

Your blog is so helpful! You're very bright! :) I was wondering, this is something I've been struggling with,,, I can't quite change the mood when I write. How can I transition from a light hearted moment to a solemn one and so on?? I like to make comedic characters with intense back stories but I think that requires a lot of tone shifts and I'm just an foolish amateur

Ooh, wonderful question.  

There are lots of ways I go about conveying the mood in my writing.  Most frequently, however, I’ll use the weather or the environment around them.  

For example, if I want to convey a somber tone – for, say, a funeral – I’d try something like this:  

The world was colorless, comprised of varying shades of lifeless gray.  The sky was charcoal, the ocean slate, and it was difficult for Jane to believe that there was ever a time when her hometown had seemed as vibrant as it had when she was a child.  She couldn’t wait for the funeral to be over so she could take refuge in her hotel room, turn on a vapidly cheery sitcom, and tune out the dull, drab world around her.

If you want to convey a hopeful mood, you could try something like this:  

Socrates narrowed his eyes determinedly at the horizon, watching as the inky sky was illuminated by the rising sun.  Today would be the day he confronted the Athenians once and for all, granted them the “apology” they so desperately craved.  It would be his final stand.

And if you wanted to convey a rapidly changing mood, you could try something like this:  

Dante looked up at the evening sky, the colorful flares of sherbet pink and orange subdued to a dim, depressing gray with the retreat of the setting sun.  How fitting, he thought, that it so accurately mirrored his decline in mood after Virgil’s departure.

The list goes on and on.  Interspersed with the narrator’s commentary on the characters themselves, I feel this is one of the most simple and effective ways to convey the overarching mood in any given seen.  

You can also get funny with it and contrast the atmosphere with the mood of the characters:  

 The sky was snappy electric blue, the air crisp and pervaded by the cheerful chatter of birds.  Of course on the worst goddamn day of his entire career the weather would finally decide to be cheerful.  

Or, you could get straight-up tragic and have it be a beautiful day when something awful happens:  

It was a beautiful summer day in Maine when they told me my mother was dead.  The world was full of color, and I was surrounded on all sides by cheerful yellow daffodils and giggling pansies.  It all seemed so hollow, so unreal in conjecture with the bitter nothingness I felt inside of me. 

In this particular instance, however, (i.e. writing comedic characters with tragic backstories), I would personally focus on showing how your characters use humor as a coping mechanism, which a lot of comedic characters (and real-world people, for that matter) often do.  

I usually do this by building them up as a cheerful, happy-go-lucky character.  I allow the reader to take comfort in their upbeat tendencies, establish them as comedy relief.  

Then, I’ll choose one definitive moment of brutal honesty where we see the pain behind it all, and it’s very clearly not funny anymore.  For example:

The kitchen was dark, illuminated only by melancholy blue light of the freeway.  Like Tuck himself, it all seemed a lot less cheerful than it did in the daylight hours.   

“Yeah, my dad sure as hell wasn’t the nicest person in the world,” Tuck went on with a quiet laugh, though his eyes were now rimmed with pink.  “I remember, there were days when I’d come home – little shit I was back in those days – and find the door locked ‘cause I’d miss curfew.  I’d go to sleep on the stoop in thirty degree weather.  Wake up with bugs in my clothes, fingers and toes so numb I could hardly feel ‘em.  Neighbors didn’t do a goddamn thing, neither.”    

He huffed out a short noise that was somewhere between a laugh and sob, and took another swig of his liquor.  “I deserved it, I guess.  Like I said, I was a goddamn obnoxious brat back then.  And anyway, it was loads better than being inside with my old man once he’d had a few beers in ‘im.”

Notice how I keep things subdued here – tragic moments can easily be spoiled by being an exhibitionist about your characters emotions.  Keep things subtle, and trust in your readers’ ability to feel the weight of it on their own.

Anyway, these are just a few personal rules of thumb, but I hope they work for you as well.  Maybe at some point I’ll do a longer post on how to convey mood in writing, at which point I’ll be sure to tag you.  

In the meantime, good luck, and happy writing!

kyoandyuya  asked:

Do you watch Boruto? What do you think of the newest episode that covers Gaiden? Satisfactory or no?

ask me something you’ve always wondered

no I dont ahh its too childish and fillery for my taste. I am on 4G and i’m using my data to read and watch Haikyuu!! plus update my tumblr and study (ill watch gaiden when the whole thing is out when im back home with stable wifi). From what i’ve seen i’d give the animated rendition a 5/10. I am not impressed tbh, the animation style after the last kept going down hill and it’s at lowest point rn. The characters look nothing like their manga counterparts and they aren’t even trying to make them look better, the designs are messed up, the animation is so stiff it’s like you can TELL they used the same drawing and frames to avoid spending money. I am beyond done with SP. That scene with Sarada in the library is just unnecessarily stupid and makes no sense and the lead up to gaiden just shat on ss with the 2 minute date bullshit. People bitch that people who complain are setting the bar too high but? do these people even WATCH anime? Naruto has been shat on by the rest of the anime community for its shitty animation quality, inconsistent fillers and annoying fan base.  

‘they just want to meet a weekly deadline!’ then fucking WAIT like other animation studios do…don’t fuck up kishimotos immaculate art, dont destory Tokyo Ghouls story in s2 and don’t help fuel Bleach’s shipping wars you unprofessional shit house. Why are anime like SNK, BNHA and Haikyuu!! held at such high standards? They give themselves time to ensure the best project execution. I am not asking SP to wait 90 years like SNK but holy fuck the amount of fillers and shitty animation quality is a viral joke at this point..RIGHT after the wedding episodes (which were made to be ugly comic relief style to avoid budget overload) boruto was released which already meant screwed up stiff frame animation that makes me so annoyed because SP CAN do better..they did some crisp frames for bleach, some beautiful fluid fights in naruto, some seamless frames in TG and all in all have had some great graphics. If they can pull some amazing animations like that then how good will they be if they fucking WAIT and do the simplest job- give people what’s in the manga since you are shitty writers and animate to the best of their capacity. Stop with the excessive fillers that shit on characters and add plot holes to the original work that the author worked so hard on and simply do your god damn job.

A simple example since -ic yall havent noticed ive been wanking the haikyuu!! series a lot lately- you started this rant, lets look at these two animation frames of 2 hinatas, one more superior than the other

see how the animation literally focuses on one drawing, moving the frame and adding that effect to give the LEAST amount of effort into the animation? Anime is meant to be pretty and fluid, this is literally just MOVING LINES.

look at this fluid ass eye shot where EVERYTHING is thought out, down to the wind motions moving the hair as he jumps. There is more than one drawing of the eye to give the scene fluidity and even the ‘still’ frames such as his hair are drawn more than once to make them move seamlessly and give them kinetic momentum. The hair moves with the wind and the eye focuses on the enemy as he moves. Thats an animation.

In fact, further wanking haikyuu!! (and literally any other series with a studio that gives a shit) here is a fun fact: in an animation of orange boys eyes, they are made to move with MULTIPLE different drawings, as much as SIXTY different drawings for an animation that lasts less than 5 seconds…and then when the studio goes into one drawing animations they make sure to add movements, shadings and vibrant backgrounds to still make everything look appeasing to the eye and fluid. Compare that to SP who do one drawing FULL BODY frames and do their best to avoid spending time and money to yield results that are as beautiful as THIS

In that jump scene the camera angle and fade out is literally just made to symbolize one of the characters view of the match as he is so absorbed into giving the jumping kid the ball and is so singularly focused on the ball…this goes FULL circle (yes they even kept that much attention to detail in mind) when the match is then shown in an objective manner for the audience with the camera angle showing us the height of his jump and it shaking to show us the impact of it all and then fades out again because orange kid is focusing as he spikes the ball…it’s literally a beautiful piece of animation. They went as far as animating an exaggerated idealized CORRECT and accurate to real life volleyball pose..the attention to detail pays off immensely. 

Even when on a budget, anime is the art of animation..the entire genre of media is based on aesthetic animation. Every shading, shadow, camera angle given by the director, frame and drawing makes a huge difference to the visual story telling aspect of the story. SP not only fucks up the basic definition of an anime but they ALSO add their shitty writing to top it off. 

sorry for the rant omg I went off on a tangent.

What about you? What do yall think?

Moonsun Claustrophobia AU

i tried ok

rated: T for language? and uh awkward children

  • kinda hostile towards one another after first meeting
  • byulyi is a new employee and yongsun is (attracted) so she decides to be nice and holds the lift door open for byulyi but byulyi gives her this sneering look that makes yongsun fell like she’s been scalded
  • takes the stairs instead and doesn’t even talk to yongsun for the rest of the day
  • yongsun decides that she hates her (she doesn’t actually but she doesn’t tell anyone that, not even herself)
  • they have banter
  • wheein calls it ‘sexual tension’, yongsun calls it murderous intent.

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PJO - Adieu to All Sorrow and Care

Title: Adieu to All Sorrow and Care

Rating: M

Fandom: PJO

Characters: Percy/Annabeth

Word Count: 4528

Summary: Percy and Annabeth spend fall break road tripping to Fallingwater…. which goes about as well as could be expected.

Note: If you’ll indulge my authors note here, I’d just like to state for the record: the first ever fic I ever conceived for PJO way back in 2009 was Percy and Annabeth roadtripping to Fallingwater. While this fic doesn’t really resemble the one I came up with years ago, I had the opportunity to travel to Fallingwater myself recently and couldn’t resist the urge to write about the experience properly.The cabin and man described within are real, although they are located further south in West Virginia and not in Fayette County, where Fallingwater is and where Percy and Annabeth are staying in this fic. Incidentally, if you ever get the chance to travel there, it really is lovely.

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[fic] say nice things to me : the morning after [1/1]

(ao3 link)

rating: mature


In the morning, Levi wakes up to a literal foot in his face.

It takes a couple of minutes of panicked shuffling to remember that it’s not just a random limb unattached from its owner, but rather, a foot that belongs to the mass of long limbs otherwise known as Eren.

As soon as Levi remembers that, he also remembers the previous evening. Oh. Oh.

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jfc man jfc. i’ve been busy getting fucked in the ass super fucking hard by real life crap man like u wouldnt believe this fucking assfuckery (speaking of which, this fic has none. just dicks touching). but ye anyway, me raging about rl aside, this is sort of a continuation of this, because somebody once suggested i should write something from levi’s pov and i was like yeee maybe and then this happened. it’s just 5k of plotless smut and praise kink tbh.

there is mature content under the readmore, so proceed with caution

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Lay Me Down [Oneshot]

Title: Lay Me Down
Genre: Fluff 
Pairing: Taekook / Vkook
Prompt: After sex fluff

This is my way of thanking everyone! ♥ Hope you guys will like this oneshot that was inspired from Sam Smith’s Lay Me Down. I personally think that his songs fits Taehyung’s voice very well. 

Music Playlist: 
1. Lay Me Down – Sam Smith
2. What Is Love – EXO K
3. Bae Bae – BIGBANG
4. Hold Me Tight – BTS


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Originally posted by ckyunnie

@kixkyun wrote some angst so I thought I would fire one back. Please read her drabble it is actually amazing.

I don’t own the gif.

“How do you know if who you’re with is the one?” Minhyuk asked Kihyun, slouching on the sofa as they played a game of overwatch together.

Kihyun stopped. He thought about it.

Kihyun is so in love. It’s as simple as that. It’s not easily identifiable by words, but if you take the time to watch his actions, it’s clear how infatuated he really is; how much he has truly fallen for Im Changkyun.

Soulmates aren’t easily identified. It’s like putting two children together, you can lock them in the same room, but it doesn’t mean they’ll necessarily like each other. A strange metaphor for soulmates perhaps, because soulmates are so much more than childs play. Kihyun met Changkyun on a drunken night out in his university days by chance, and Kihyun was glad he’d drunkenly slurred his number because if he hadn’t, he would have let his soulmate walk straight out of his life without even knowing what impact the handsome stranger really had on his entire being.

When you’re born, the world is black and white. It’s not until the moment you fall for your soulmate that colours finally filter and overcome the dull shades.

If you were to see Changkyun and Kihyun you wouldn’t have thought they were soulmates. Not through their verbal expression anyway. It’s like watching two best friends. Glistening eyes, smiles and jokes filled with loose threats and sarcasm. Though if you watch them, their actions, it’s all so obvious.

You would notice the way that they can talk through looks and expression, the way Kihyun knows when Changkyun’s anxiety is too much and grips his hand, the way Changkyun can see Kihyun slipping into irritation and rubs his knee beneath a surface to cool his emotions and reminds him to stay rational.

“You just know.” Said Kihyun.

Minhyuk groaned, “That is not helpful, Kihyun.”

“I don’t know.” Kihyun shrugged, “I mean, Changkyun is just good for me, you know? We’re comfortable together all the time, and I feel like I could tell him anything, you know? He’s like having a best friend but more.”

“Sounds strangely like friends with benefits if you ask me.” Minhyuk teased, his lips smirking, and Kihyun attempted to smack it off with the face of the pillow he just launched.

“Fuck!” Minhyuk cursed loudly, then laughed, tossing the pillow aside. “Speaking of friends with benefits, what is Changkyun like, you know, in bed?”

Minhyuk was smirking again, and this time, Kihyun blushed. “Shut up, will you? What’s with all the dumbass questions? Did you start dating or something?”

“No. I’m just nosy.” Minhyuk stated. “Changkyun seems like a gentleman, even when he’s pissed off he’ll leave you coffee and do the housework.”

“Sometimes he makes coffee and does housework because he’s pissed off.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It makes me want to throw up, I mean, he literally gazes at you like something in a fucking drama. It’s so sweet but it also makes me want to throw a rock at him.”

Kihyun smiled, he wanted to protest that none of this was real, but it was real. He loves the way Changkyun looks at him. Sometimes, he looks behind him to see if anyone else is around for Changkyun to look so immersed with, but it’s just him, and that makes him feel warm.

But the one thing better than Changkyun’s look is his touch.

All the touch makes Kihyun crave more. The hand holding to the cuddling to the… in bed action, as Minhyuk had put it. Kihyun loves it all, the back hugs, the neck kisses, the hair pulling and the space on Changkyun’s shoulder where Kihyun rests his head when they’re lying in bed.

Then, he felt the force of the pillow hitting him back like karma.

“What the hell?” Kihyun scolded.

“You’re thinking about him aren’t you? It’s gross, you keep smiling and blushing. You guys are too cute.” Minhyuk says teasingly, grinning.

Kihyun starts to smile, but then he panics.

Minhyuk’s complexion turns gray, his navy jumper turns black. Kihyun looks down at his hands and the peach is draining.

“Kihyun, are you okay?”

“The colour – it’s going! Fuck, Changkyun!” He rips his phone from his pocket and dials the number he knows better than anything else in the world. It rings, then cuts to voicemail.

“Kihyun, what’s going on?” Minhyuk places a hand on Kihyun’s knee in attempt to relax his suddenly shaking body. Kihyun doesn’t reply, only dials the number again and presses the small screen to his ear.

“Hello.” It’s an unfamiliar male voice.

“Is Changkyun there?” Kihyun is breathing so hard he’s on the verge of an attack, he can feel it in his bones, in his brain, how it’s become clouded. He stares at the photo on the mantelpiece and almost cries at the state of it being black and white.

“Ah, you must be Kihyun. I’m a doctor from-”

“What the hell happened?” Kihyun snaps, “Where is Changkyun?”

“Sir, I think you should come in-”

“Do you think I have time for this nonsense? Just tell me-”

Minhyuk takes the phone from Kihyun, and his hands are shaking so much there’s no way he’s able to resist. Minhyuk stands up, calm and composed.

“Hi there. Sorry, I’m Minhyuk I’m a friend of Changkyun, I’m here with Kihyun right now. Is everything alright?” there’s a pause, a slight look of worry, then he continues. “I see. Thank you, we’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Minhyuk places the phone back in Kihyun’s hand, gives him a sad smile and then reaches for his coat. “Come on, your idiot of a boyfriend is causing chaos.” He tries to joke, but there’s no smile behind it, not a genuine one anyway, and his eyes, well, there’s no emotion in them like there usually is when he’s cracking a joke.

“What happened?” Kihyun asks, using the sofa to support himself as he stands, he’s frightened he might fall if he doesn’t clutch onto it.

“The doctor didn’t really say, only that Changkyun is in critical care. They aren’t sure what the outcome of this will be.”

Kihyun nearly falls. Nearly.

He walks into the kitchen, reaches for his coat, then diverts his path and grasps Changkyun’s hoodie instead. Minhyuk watches from the front door but doesn’t say anything, only grabs his keys and insist that he drives to the hospital.

It’s dark outside, the winter harsh and unforgiving. Kihyun holds the hoodie closer to him, then his heart sinks because it smells like Changkyun’s overly expensive aftershave.

“Kihyun, right?” A doctor questions, approaching them as they sit anxiously in the waiting room.

Kihyun frowns, then the doctor smiles. “Ah, sorry. Your picture is on Changkyun’s phone, and I assumed it was you. It is you, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Kihyun responded, trying not to think back on when the picture was taken (last bonfire night, the night Changkyun told Kihyun he couldn’t see himself without him, and that he would propose one day.) “What happened?”

The doctor sat opposite the two. “Changkyun was driving and got hit by a drunk driver. A passerby called us. Luckily, he’s made it through. That’s the good news.”

“And the bad news?” Minhyuk speaks the words that Kihyun simply can’t.

“He hit his head pretty badly during the collision, and some of his memory isn’t all there.”

“Can I see him?” Kihyun asked.

The doctor nodded. “Yes. come this way.”

Kihyun clutched Minhyuk’s hand as they stood, he nearly fell again, he almost collapsed to his knees. He could feel the tears edging towards the surface uncontrollably, everything was still entirely black and white, but Changkyun was still alive and breathing so how could this be?

The doctor stopped outside of a white door, Minhyuk let go of Kihyun, and like a child trying to learn how to ride a bike, he almost fell again. He didn’t, he stayed strong, nodded at the doctor in thanks, then stepped beyond the door, closing it behind him.

Changkyun looked at him, and Kihyun felt butterflies, like his first love brimming all over again.

“Hey.” Kihyun said softly, “How are you doing?”

“Are you a doctor?” Changkyun frowned, “Why aren’t you wearing a white coat, who are you?”

Kihyun stopped. “You’re kidding, right? Because it’s not funny.”


“Are you Kihyun, by any chance?”

“What do you mean, by any chance?”

“The doctors keep throwing that name around. I’m guessing I know you. Well, at least me before the accident did, anyway.” He looked somewhat sheepish, and Kihyun wasn’t sure how he hadn’t burst into a breakdown yet.

“We were- are together.” Kihyun stated, “We’re together.”

“Oh,” Changkyun looked down, “right.”

He couldn’t even look at him in the eye, and he didn’t love him any more. It made sense, the memories were gone, and so was the love. The room was black and white and dull because Changkyun had lost all recollection for his feelings towards Kihyun.

Everything was lost.

It took everything in Kihyun, but he said it, “I think we should start over, how about that?”

Changkyun smiled, then nodded. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Changkyun.”

“I’m Kihyun.”

Everything was lost.

But Kihyun was ready to do whatever it took to get back the blooming colours.

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Insecure || Calum Hood

^^ the first sentence of this request. love u so much, anon lol

Summary: Calum goes off to buy some milk and bumps into a few fans. One of them raise his insecurity in your relationship and he attempts to break things off with you. But you refuse to let that happen.

ladies and gentlemen, this blog is currently being run by Calum fucking Hood. and honestly? im totally okay with it. 

I M A G I N E 

“Shit, Y/N!” Calum called out to you from the kitchen. The two of you were in your apartment as today was Calums day off in the tour. While you were watching TV, he was rummaging through your fridge for good. “There’s no more milk!” 

“Then go buy some more, babe,” you told him with a smile. Calum grins, nodding before grabbing his pair of the house keys and his phone. “Can you get me a chocolate bar while you’re at it? I really want some chocolate right now.” You asked, giving him your infamous puppy eyes. 

“So long as you give me a kiss, I will,” Calum muses cutely. You gesture him over, watching as he adorably skips to you and lowers his head to plant a kiss on your lips. He then escaped from the apartment and darted to the market. He wore his shades in semi-hope that no fans mob him again. God knows he can’t handle that again. But, as he went to the dairy section and picked up a gallon of milk, 5 fans slowly approached him. 

“C-Calum Hood?!” A fan said in a quiet, but urgent voice. Calum turned over and smiled, removing his glasses to show off his beautiful, chocolate eyes. The girls squealed, requesting pictures one by one. Once they all did, they all started a small conversation. And honestly, Calum loved that. He loved talking to his fans rather than just take a picture. 

“How’s Y/N, Calum?” Asked one fan with blue hair. Calum felt elated, as he always loved talking about you. You were his favorite person, his life, his world. There was an adoration for you that nobody has ever earned from him.

“She’s gorgeous, as always,” Calum said first, a picture of you appearing in his mind. “But she’s doing well, thanks for asking. In fact, thinking about her now, I have to go get a chocolate bar for her.” The rest of the girls giggle while the girl with blue hair just looked wistfully. The girls began asking about Luke and Michael and Ashton, as Calum answered them. They would squeal and cheer, hearing about their favorite members and how they’re doing.

“We’ve got to go! It’s was so great meeting you, Cal!” A brunette started, as she began waving and walking away with the 3 other girls. But the blue one remained. So, as Calum was a nice guy, he kept chatting with her.

“Calum, do you ever think about Y/N while you’re on tour?” the blue-haired girl, which Calum learned her name is Laura, asked. 

“Of course I do! She’s my girlfriend!” Calum exclaimed. Although not wanting to be rude, it was a stupid question. Why wouldn’t he think about the girl he loves each and every day.

“No, I mean, in regards of the relationship,” Laura elaborates. 

“What do you mean?” Calum asked, completely confused at the question.

“She must be alone at home every day while you’re off living your dream with millions of girls rooting for you,” Laura said, giving Calum a sympathetic look. “Don’t you ever think that maybe she’s tired of waiting?”

“Waiting?” Calum asked. 

“Waiting for you to settle at some point and see you every day and cherish every single one of them with you,” Laura said softly as she picked up a few apples that were on a stand in the market. “I mean, Y/N not only has to put her fair share in keeping contact with you, but she also has to keep up with millions of girls who want you and despise her.”

“But Y/N is willing to wait, she said so herself!” Calum tries to argue. But there was a spec of uncertainty in his voice. This fans words was making Calum doubt you, making him paranoid that he might not be the one for you. But he couldn’t stand another guy being by your side. 

“No offense, Calum, but maybe you just aren’t good enough,” Laura says, making Calums heart slightly break. He wasn’t… good enough? What does that consist of then? Is it that he’s not making her happy? “The two of you seem very happy now, and that’s awesome. But just think about her future happiness, okay?”

“I… sure,” Calum mumbled. He hugged the fan before they went their separate aisles. Calum couldn’t help but think how right that fan was. He was keeping you from living and opportunities like better guys. Guys that can actually be around more often than he can. Purchasing the items, he was practically trotting his way home. His feet felt heavy as well as his heart from emotion. He didn’t want to let you go at all. A few moments later, Calum entered with woe as you practically shot up from the couch to greet him.

“Hey Cal, welcome back!” You rushed over to him, wanting to give him a peck on the lips. But Calum merely bothered moving down to let you, having you get on your toes in order to kiss him. You frowned afterwards but ignored it. “How was your trip to the supermarket?” Calum shrugged as he walked into the kitchen to put the milk in the refrigerator.

“I got your chocolate, Y/N,” Calum mumbled, holding a chocolate bar to you without even meeting your eyes. But you looked closely into his, seeing how they were becoming shiny. He was about to cry. 

“Calum, what happened?” You asked with worry. You tried to grab his hands but he backed off. 

“Y/N, I… would you be happier if you stopped waiting for me?” Calum spilled, still looking away from you. Not waiting for Calum? But that was the entire plan. To wait for Calum’s career to simmer down and finally settle with the bass-playing boy you adored so much. 

“What do you mean if I ‘stopped waiting’ for you?” You asked, waiting for the tears collecting in his eyes to drop. But Calum uses all his might to keep them in. He was always one to keep in his emotions, mentally and physically.

“I think it’d be better if we broke up,” Calum blurted out, his gaze falling from the wall to the floor. “It would be better for you if you found a guy who could… settle down and be there for you 24/7 when you need him. R-rather than a guy who’s on tour while you stay home, alone, trying so hard to keep up with him…” Calum drifted off, his tears finally escaping as droplets splash onto the hard ground. “I’m not good enough for you, Y/N… I’m just not… that’s what a fan told me…” Instead of exploding into a huge rant, you went up to him and grabbed his wrists quickly before he can even run away. You looked up at his hung down head, smiling up at his sad face. 

“Hey, you,” you whispered with a small smile, seeing Calums face finally focus on you. “I wouldn’t have gotten with you if I didn’t want to, or wasn’t willing to, wait for you. But I got with you, knowing these facts, because I love you and I learned over the time knowing you that it really is worth it. It’s so fucking worth the wait, Calum. I’m always going to keep up with you because I adore you and love everything about you. I don’t care about the fans hating me because I just want to be with you and be one of the causes of your happiness.” You paused, looking at Calums face lightening up with puffy eyes and a tear-drenched face. You get on your toes and lean up to kiss off a tear that was rolling down his cheek and nearly falling to the floor. “So I’m going to be with you and wait, okay?”

“Y-Y/N…” Calum whispered, looking into your eyes as he finally leaned down to kiss your lips. It was passionate and heated, full of love and desire and commitment. “I love you so fucking much, I’m sorry for even trying to break up with you. I don’t ever want to lose you.” 

“Ditto,” you said, giving Calum a quick smile before opening the chocolate bar. “C’mon, let’s eat this and cuddle.” With Calum nodding vigorously, he followed you to the couch to nuzzle together and eat the chocolate bar that Calum bought. “Oh my gosh, Calum.”

“What?” Calum asked softly, looking down at the now bitten chocolate bar. 

“I should’ve asked you to get ice cream, too,” you pout as Calum laughs at you. He grabs the chocolate bar and takes a huge bite, making you wail in jealousy as Calum was amused. 

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Imagine comforting Dean the night Mary reappears at a wake.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Mary, mention of Jody

Warning: Angst, Language

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Thanks @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for taking a look at this. I’m ALWAYS so nervous to write a fic that belongs in one of the episodes. I feel like I never do it justice! This came to me while I was looking through gifsets from this week’s episode. If you have not seen it yet, DO NOT READ AHEAD. This fic contains spoilers. If you read this, don’t blame me. I warned you.

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anonymous asked:

How about a reaction to mc getting hurt from playing a sport?

since you didn’t specify whose reactions, I’ll just do it for the RFA members kay? ^^

- he’s come to cheer you on at your baseball game today; he’s brought all the necessary supplies: juice packets, animal crackers, a lil banner with your name on it to cheer you on
- when you’re up to bat, he’s so excited he has to stop himself from jumping up and down, watching intently instead
- you contact the ball and start running, but as you slide into base, something in your knee pops and you immediately curl up in a fetal position
- he immediately notices something is wrong and can’t help but cry out your name
- he rushes down from the stands just as the medics move you off to the side to treat your knee, rushing towards you with tears in his eyes
- “Are you okay?? oh no ohnoohnooo i- i–” he starts blubbering and holds your hand
- he’s shaking more than you are and you tell him that, trying to make a joke, saying that you should be the one shaking, seeing that you’ve busted a knee
- he chuckles a little, tears still streaming down his cheeks, then his eyes widen “h-how are you going to continue playing? oh no but you’ve looked forward to this match for so long…..” and a fresh bout of tears starts
- he’s too precious
- protect him

- he was never very approving of your participation in a rough sport like touch rugby (”well it’s better than actual rugby!” you argue, and he has to agree), but seeing as you love it so much, he supports you all the same and goes to all your tournaments
- he wears a pair of stylish shades to your tournament, sitting in the front row to “better watch and cheer for you” despite your protests
- the match starts and you have the ball, heading straight for the opponent’s try line and he’s all pumped “Come on, Babe you got this!”
- but then a split second later and you’re on the ground, your head spinning from having collided with an opponent
- he saw the trickle of blood and reached you even before the medics, cradling your head and neck in his arms “Babe, oh god don’t pass out on me, Babe-”
- he wipes the blood from your forehead (it’s just a little bit), stroking your face lovingly with trembling hands
- you’re in a daze, ears ringing, vision slightly blurred, only aware that your head is resting against something soft, the scent of Zen’s signature cologne filling your nostrils and you relax
- “Sir, please step aside so we can attend to her.” the medics have come up behind you and zen, but he refuses to let you go
- when he finally does, he follows close behind the medics, watching you, the most worried expression plastered on his face “Be careful with her!” he all but yells at the medics in his panic
- you panic a bit when the soft fabric and familiar scent is gone, and reach out
- he catches your hand tightly and kisses it. he’ll stay by your side till the end

- she’s an excellent Judo coach (though she denies that, claiming she’s only a casual player)
- she attends your Judo tournaments of course, giving you advice before each bout, supporting you all the way to the semi-finals
- but when you attempt a shoulder drop throw, something goes wrong when your opponent twists, landing awkwardly on your shoulder and you gasp
- she immediately knows what happened, urgently signalling a timeout to the dazed referee
- the medics rush over but she’s already got everything under control, positioning your right hand to grasp your left shoulder, minimizing the weight placed on your injured right collarbone
- jaehee being jaehee, she still fusses over you, making sure you feel comfortable and not in excruciating pain, until the ambulance arrives
- she accompanies you to the hospital and continues mothering over you there she’s so worried bc she loves you a lot
- you feel so much more comfortable with her by your side, but she looks a bit haggard and you urge her to return home first, you’ll be fine and back within a couple of days when they fix you up
- she replies, smiling, that even if she returns home, her mind will keep wandering over to you, so she might as well just stay and keep you company

- he legitimately wants to sue the entire soccer tournament
- how dare they let you, his precious kitten, get hurt 
- he’s serious he has all the lawyers to make it happen just give him the word, he’ll make a call and they’ll be bankrupt before your fractured knee can get bandaged up
- you end up being the one placating him, saying that it’s your fault, you ran too fast and skidded with the ball underneath you
- he now wants to sue the ball
- what are you going to do with this giant dork
- he sent you to his own private hospital to get your cast fixed
- he all but quarantines you, confining you to a single room, his reason being “you won’t get better if you keep trying to move around and not let your injury heal”
- the thing is, you’re being quarantined in HIS room
- Elizabeth the 3rd is usually there
- you play with her a lot when Jumin is at work
- you want to return to training the second your leg heals but of course mistatrustfundkid is having none of that nonsense
- no soccer until he says so
- that’s bullshit, you tell him, and he knows it
- you sneak out to train anyway
- when you get home, you find a pair of brand new soccer shoes and a pair of kneeguards with a note: “Stay safe, idiot”

- the two of you are having a friendly match of tennis (he’s surprisingly decent at it for someone who spends most of his time sitting at his computer hacking away, with only chips and soda as sustenance)
- he’s on a winning streak and he gets excited, accidentally hitting the ball too hard on his serve
- the ball lands squarely in the middle of your forehead and you stumble backwards, landing on your bum
- he highkey panics and rushes over to you, shaking your shoulders (until he realises that’s probably not a good idea, then switches to pressing his palms on either side of your face, squishing your cheeks)
- you’re just a bit dazed is all, and you try to stand up, but wobble unsteadily
- he catches you in his open arms, wrapping his arms around you tightly, as if to ground you
- he presses his cheek on the top of your head, his slow breathing calming you as well and you relax into his embrace
- “Are ya okay?” he whispers softly, and you tell him you’re fine and he can let go now
- He lets go but grabs you by the shoulders again, bending down such that he’s eye level with you, scanning your face carefully, examining your forehead
- when satisfied, he plants a light butterfly kiss on the slightly red mark on your forehead and grins
- he deduces that you’re okay, but still keeps a close watch on you over the next few days, yknow, just in case

{PART 14} Being on a reality T.V show with GOT7 & BTS

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (featuring members of GOT7 and BTS)

Genre: Fluff // Angst // Drama // Comedy

Summary: You are the leader of a very popular idol girl group. You are taking part in Koreas version of “Big Brother” where you will live with GOT7 and BTS for three months. You start to get close to Jaebum, GOT7′s leader. What will happen?

A/N: This scenario includes our lovely Mark Tuan ^_^ ALSO SURPRISE IT’S UP EARLY FOR ONCE YAY!

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“What the hell?! BamBam and (Y/N)?!”

Your eyes shot open, feeling disoriented from being woken from your hazy dreamless sleep. You looked directly in front of you, only being able to see BamBam’s neck, averting your eyes a fraction of a percentage upwards to see his lips just inches away from your face. You widened your eyes, reeling yourself backwards and collecting your own limbs that were currently wrapped and intertwined around BamBam – causing him to also wake up.

“Damn, you guys were having a party and I wasn’t invited? Shame on you both!” Jackson piped up, not being able to sense the obvious tension that was radiating around the room; most of it oozing out of Jaebum. Jaebum clenched his teeth so hard, he thought they might begin to crumble under the pressure that he was putting on them as he pressed his hands into fists.

“Calm down JB” Mark whispered from behind him.

Jaebum reeled his head back and looked at him – and if looks could kill, Jaebum would be sent straight to prison and Mark would be 6 feet underground.

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing…ahh, I must have fell asleep. I was feeling really poorly and Bam was taking care of me. I feel a little better now anyway~” you said bashfully as Jackson bounced down on to the bed with the both of you, laughing with BamBam and making the air in the room a little lighter. You looked past Jackson to see Jaebum glaring in your direction.

“Oh no…” you said to yourself. You knew how this must have looked to anyone coming in to the room and not knowing the full context of the situation – especially Jaebum. Throughout your weeks in the house, Jaebum had really opened up to you and more or less told you about his past – about how he used to have a bad temper. He let you know that he has become much more patient these days, but sometimes it would flare up if something really got to him. And by the look on his face, it was as plain as day to see that he was nearly ready to knock seven bells out of someone. You rolled over on to your side, sitting at the other end of the bed and standing up slowly.

“Why are you all here anyway? Wait, there’s two missing…did something happen?” you asked, noticing the obvious lack of numbers in the room.

“To cut a long story short, Soonyi broke her leg and Haewon went with her. They’re both out of the house now.” Yoongi replied, noticing Jaebum’s strange stance.

“Hey man, you alright?” Yoongi leaned over to Jaebum, speaking quietly.

All Jaebum could see was red. Looking between you and BamBam, knowing Mark and Jungkook were right behind him and now Yoongi asking him questions. Without thinking, he shoved Yoongi with great force out of his way and stormed out of the room. Luckily, Yoongi landed right on a nearby bed, leaving everyone in complete and utter shock as Jaebum slammed the door connecting the bedroom and the hallway.

“What the fuck is eating him? I just asked a fucking question, Jesus Christ” Yoongi shouted after him. Jungkook immediately ran to his older members side, making sure he was okay – only to be shrugged off and told to stop fussing. Everyone began to talk quietly amongst themselves about Jaebum’s outburst, as you slipped into the bathroom to change and make sure you weren’t leaking – to your complete surprise you hadn’t. You cleaned yourself up and returned to the room, only to be met by Mark.

“Hey…are you alright? You really worried me earlier…everything’s okay? Your…um…condition?” you could tell by the look of shyness in his face that he very obviously knew that it was your time of the month. You sighed, half heartily chuckling as you leaned against the door frame, putting your head down and staring at your feet.

“Hey, I do have sisters and female friends you know. I get it. Periods suck. I’m sorry that you have to go through this…it must be tough.” Mark said softly, extending his arm and running his palm up and down your shoulder and arm. You smiled bashfully at him, meeting his gaze before noticing something strange. “Has Mark always looked at me like this?” you thought. Of course, Mark has looked at you many times during the duration that you had both been in the house – but something about this look was different. So different, but so similar at the same time yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“You got me. I was super dehydrated and low on energy. But I’m feeling much better now.” you giggled. “Listen, I don’t mean to be rude to you, but something has obviously really bothered Jaebum and I wanna go and make sure he’s okay. He didn’t say anything to you, did he?” you asked Mark with eager, innocent eyes. Mark looked at you, fighting an internal battle on whether or not to blurt everything out to you right now, or let you go to Jaebum. He wanted to tell you with all his heart about his true feelings for you. He wanted more than anything to confess to you – to tell you about everything that was going on. He wanted to pull you into the bathroom, away from the cameras, the public and the rest of the housemates. He wished with every ounce of his being that he could gently press you against the locked door, look into your eyes and lay gentle, chaste kisses on your lips.

“Mark?” you asked, seeing his eyes almost glaze over in a dream like state. Mark snapped back down to earth, opening his mouth and just trusting himself with whatever would come out first.

“(Y/N)…I..” he paused, his moral compass spinning in all directions as he blinked and swallowed hard, nervously twitching his lips to the side.

“…I..I think you should go after Jaebum. I think he’s upset at BamBam sleeping beside you. It would be better if you could explain to him yourself.” He said, his voice laced with tones of defeat. You scrunched your eyebrows at Mark, knowing that something was clearly bothering him. That was something you came to know about Mark – he was like a book. And you could read him as if it were your native language that you were speaking your entire life. Before you could interrogate him, Mark gave you a sorry smile, rubbing your arm one last time before turning on his heel and walking over towards Jaebum’s bed and sitting across from Jackson and BamBam’s conversation – pretending to join in. You exhaled harshly, before tightening the robe on your dressing gown, and making your way out of the bedroom in search of Jaebum.

You didn’t have to search too far for him, as you knew there was only one place that he would go; the garden. You put on your flip-flops at the backdoor before stepping out into the early afternoon sunshine to see Jaebum, sitting by the pool and brooding in the shade underneath one of the garden parasols. As you approached him quietly, Jaebum sensed your presence – causing him to look up at you suddenly.

“You shouldn’t be outside. Go back in and rest.” He said, rather coldly. He turned his face away towards the pool before you sat down on the lounger beside him. You sighed a little, hoping that he would be able to be calm enough to let you explain things to him.

“Jaebum, look…what you saw isn’t really how things were.”

“Oh really? It looked pretty cosy in there. First, Mark this morning. And now BamBam. Anyone would think you have a certain thing for the boys of GOT7.” He retorted sarcastically. You let out a scoff, widening your eyes and not believing the way he was speaking to you without even hearing what you had to say. You knew that he was most likely saying this out of anger, but you thought he should have at least had the courtesy to let you speak first.

“So you’re just going to judge the situation without even knowing? I was sick, Jaebum. BamBam came in and I started to cry because…because of everything. And he came in beside me to give me a hug and we both fell asleep. And that was it! Why would I have any reason to tell you a lie? In a few weeks, we’ll all be out of here and you’ll see for yourself. But don’t be sending messages my way to apologise. The way you treated Yoongi in there was awful. He didn’t have anything to do with it. You say you have a hold of your temper…huh” you let out all in one go, your emotions literally everywhere as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. Jaebum turned to you as he heard the shift in your voice go from frustrated, to upset. He couldn’t stand seeing you upset in the slightest, and you were pulling on his heartstrings as if it were your major. You held his gaze for a few seconds, before standing up and turning to walk away, just needing to get away from him in that moment.

“(Y/N), wait. Stop.” Jaebum grabbed your arm, leaning over to pull you back down on to the lounger. You sat back down with a thud, trying your best not to cry and get upset over what was happening. Jaebum took a deep breath in, chewing on his bottom lip slightly as he tried to find the words to say to you.

“I’m sorry I got angry. I’m sorry for scaring you. And I’m sorry for being so cold to you just now. It’s just…seeing you in the bed with him. It…it killed me inside (Y/N). I wanted to storm right over there and pull you away from him. Thinking about it logically now, I know that you’re telling the truth and nothing was going on. But I don’t want other guys to hold you like that. I…I want to be the man to hold you like that. Me, and only me.” His voice dropping on the last few words of his sentence as he felt a light blush creep on to his face involuntarily. You stared at him in awe, taking in the nature of his confession as you too felt your cheeks flush a little and your heart begin to beat just that little bit faster. Jaebum reached for your hand, taking it in his as he caressed it gently with the soft pads of his thumbs.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now, as I’m sure you know. But..I really, really, like you (Y/N). I want to see you outside the house. And I want to take you on dates, and I want to just…do everything with you. And seeing you with other guys like that just made me…I don’t know. I’ve never felt that way in my life about someone. It’s new to me, hence why I couldn’t control it. But…having you around me calms me. It’s like you can talk sense through my stubbornness and make me see things how they really are. I don’t know how you do it, but you do it anyway.” He looked down at your hand in his, noticing how small you were compared to him. Your heart began to hammer through your ribcage at his honest, heartfelt words as you were so shocked and quite literally relieved to hear him say what he did. You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as Jaebum looked up at you and mirrored your expression back at you. It was then that Jaebum put his arms around your waist and pulled you sideways on to his lap.

“Jaebum, no! Stop! I..” you began to protest as you were on your period and you would literally die of embarrassment if any of it were to leak on to his pants.

“Stop worrying so much (Y/N). I already know you’re on your period. Clothes can be washed if they get stained. Just…let me hold you.” he cooed into your ear, resting his hand on the back of your head as he tucked his arms around your waist and over your thighs. You weren’t sure if your heart was beating a million times a second or if it had completely stopped altogether, but whatever it was – it felt good. The warmth of Jaebum against you – his natural smell that intoxicated you from close proximity, the feeling of his gentle touch on you and his arms around you making you feel at home was like a slice of heaven on a plate, as you relaxed you body and melted into his embrace. Jaebum raised his hand to your chin, moving it towards his face as he stared at you with his dark, intense eyes.

“(Y/N), promise me that whatever happens, you’ll wait. You’ll wait, and you’ll trust me when I say that I have genuine feelings for you. That I…I want to have a real relationship with you outside of this house when we go back to the real world. Promise me that, okay?” you stared at him, completely bewildered by his strange words but incredibly curious nonetheless.

“O…kay…sure?” you giggled lightly, your lips just mere millimetres from his.

“Good. Because I’ve been dying to do this for so long.”

Jaebum closed his eyes, before pressing his lips to yours. Your chest was in your throat as for the first time in your entire life – someone had kissed you. You were nervous, scared and excited all at the same time. You felt awfully wonderful, yet wonderfully awful as you felt millions upon millions of tiny butterflies take flight inside your stomach, fluttering to the sound of the songbirds singing with the gentle afternoon breeze. Jaebum knew you weren’t experienced, so he took it at your speed, making small and deliberate movements against your lips – showing you his tempo. You closed your eyes, your only wish being that you didn’t bite him as you returned the kiss, moulding your lips against his as if you were putty, right in his hands. Jaebum’s kisses tasted like coffee and spearmint, as you opened your mouth a little wider like you had seen many times in the movies. Jaebum smiled slightly into the kiss, before slowly deepening it, taking your hand in his and pressing it against his neck and returning his to your waist. You had always imagined that your first kiss would go horribly wrong – that you would end up having washing machine syndrome and spew saliva out left, right and centre, or worse, you would bite the other persons tongue clean off and be forever known as “that chick who bit a tongue off”. But this – this was perfect. It was more perfect than you could have ever imagined.

Jaebum slowed, tenderly breaking the kiss as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear and smiled his award winning smile at you, his eyes wrinkling and completely disappearing into cute little half moons as you giggled girlishly. He held you for what seemed like forever, your feet swinging in the air from still sitting on his lap, when the moment was ruined by an announcement from Big Brother.

“Good afternoon, Housemates! Could Jaebum please make his way to the diary room – Big Brother would like a few moments with him. Thank you!”

“Damn it” Jaebum sniggered into your neck, tickling the small hairs under your ear as you chuckled back at him. He patted your bum slightly, motioning to you that he was getting up. He set you down on the lounger gently, before leaning in and kissing you on the cheek.

“Are they calling you in because of what happened with Yoongi? Make sure to apologise to them and him. They will understand. He wasn’t hurt, but you should definitely apologise to him anyway…” you said as he edged backwards giving you a coy smile.

“I’ll tell you everything as soon as I come back. Wait for me here, don’t move, okay?” Jaebum looked at you with flirty eyes as he backed up towards the house. You placed your head on your fist, you arm resting on your knee, as you watched him disappear through the door.

Not even a few seconds after Jaebum had left, Mark came running out into the garden to see you sitting alone – you only noticed him as he came practically sprinting towards you.

“Hey Mark!” you said, cheerfully – taking Mark aback as he stopped before you with so many questions.

“Why did JB get called in? What happened? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Mark let question after question fall from his mouth as he leaned down in front of you while flicking his hair out of his face, diligently examining you and making sure you were okay. You brushed his hand away, laughing at him and how wrong he actually was.

“Actually…he didn’t hurt me at all Mark. The best thing in the world just happened to me!” you almost squealed with happiness. Mark looked at you, his face contorted in a mixture of relief, confusion and dread.

“The best thing in the world? What are you talking about (Y/N)? What happened?”

You put both of your hands on Marks cheeks, squishing them together and not being able to stop smiling as you reminisced about what just happened moments ago.

“Jaebum kissed me!”

“Oh…” Mark replied.

title: Travelling By Ambulance

summary: Even the right decision can have detrimental consequences. (another alive!Tadashi AU)

words: 3090

a/n: Title from this song. Listen and weep. 

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HI HELLO can you maybe write something very very cute involving shopping with jimin??? thank u very much i love you and your blog a lot bye

yoooo gues who thought she did this already it was me

Shopping with Chim

Originally posted by jitamin

  • wow im at school rn everyone because i work five days this week and have four college level classes plus four more loading up the homework so this is the only time i can write oops
  • anyway this scenario list i thought i got to everyone save poor namjoon but apparently not so here we go cause this was requested
  • anyway i think chim would really like to go shopping like it’s something really chill and comfortable and it’s not like a high drama type date because i don’t think that would be his style like he would wanna be more chill and also don’t even tell me that he wouldn’t be all over shopping for clothes like have you seen this child he is like a fashion god or something im jealous
  • okay anyway
  • he would love to go clothes shopping but he doesn’t want to go to some crummy mall like what the heck?? it’s too generic and half the people there are sketch as hell and he doesn’t wanna get mugged or something (the malls here are so sketch wth)
  • he’s a little bit of an aristocrat when it comes to his clothing and he doesn’t tolerate anything sub par so he always takes you to the outlets because apparently better quality than malls but my friend just told me that’s probably not true
  • so i guess for this scenario we can pretend it is
  • but you always tease him tbh like always because he’s so particular about his fashion and his clothes and he always whines when you suggest the mall for clothes shopping
  • and then gets all pouty and buries his face in the crook of your shoulder and mopes until you promise to take him to the outlets
  • okay and chim is such a sweetie he would always want the other boys to come along with you two even though he gets a lil clingy he still wants the others to have fun as well, but namjoon and jin are the only ones that usually tag along, occasionally yoongi, because the others don’t have the attention span for the outlets tbh,,, like if there’s not a disney store or a food court than there is no reason to be going
  • like imagine the car though, like jin and namjoon in the front of the mom van, with you and jimin in the middle seat thing and yoongi in the back
  • and jimin like nobody will ever be able to convince me that jimin wouldn’t be a snuggle bun and he practically lays on top of you in the car,,, until jin tells him to get his seatbelt on
  • but jimin is like wait my love hold up and he instead decides to hold your hand and lean over every five seconds and try to kiss your face and he’s playing with your hair and yoongi just about throws up
  • and he likes serenades you too like he forces namjoon to turn on the freaking like sappy old people songs and he sings along so beautifully though and stares at you and you get all embarrassed and hide behind your hands and try to slap his hand or something to make him stop but he just sings louder
  • but then namjoon puts on some rap (not his mixtape, definitely not his mixtape) and he and yoongi jam out which gets jimin pouting and whining and trying to change the station because he doesn’t want rap, he wants to keep singing to you his love
  • jin finds this super romantic though and changes the station for the sake of “young love” or something
  • okay but for our purposes can we imagine it’s winter? so jimin is decked in like a huge, gray sweater and some skinny jeans and some doc martens too and he has this huge huge huge scarf wrapped around him, and he pulls it over his mouth and he looks like a lil fluffy marshmallow honestly it’s so precious and cute and he’s decked in layers so he kinda waddles sometimes
  • and the snowflakes are drifting down and they cover his hair and his lashes and his cheeks get all rosy red and you two can see your breath when either of you talk and it’s so pretty and you two always end up giggling about it honestly
  • he offers you his scarf the second you two step out of the car like he is so so worried about your health and he’s like “angel please be safe it’s cold and i don’t want you to get sick”
  • he totally kisses your nose and cheeks to warm you up like constantly…
  • okay but idk why but i think he would be such a shoe person you know how there are shoe people out there in the world you all know one don’t lie to me anyway
  • jimin is a shoe person so the first place you step in in the shoe store or one of them at least one of them
  • you think he would go for the boots or something but he runs to the heels and he like slips some on and you’re kinda like okay jimin,,,
  • and he’s giggling so excitedly and his face is all red but he’s beaming and he just kinda!! “i can finally be much taller than you!!”
  • okay but you wanna try on some shoes too right,,,
  • and you find a pair you really like and you;re gaping and jimin grabs them and he’s like “sit sit!” which you do and then he kneels and he slips the shoe on your foot like cinderella and then he smiles up at you all shy “do you like them…?”
  • wow i love jimin
  • anyway
  • he probably ends up with like seven boxes of shoes and you’re like babe plz we got you some last week
  • but then he sees some crocs and his eyes widen and you kinda oh my god jimin, jimin, back away but he’s walking closer
  • “taehyung would love these don’t you think??”
  • and you sigh in relief because you might have to banish him to the couch if he actually wore those shoes,,,
  • he pays for everything btw like i can see some of the others like yoongi and namjoon and jeongguk sharing the pay on a lot of things because it’s practical and now more and more people don’t like their boyfriend to pay for everything but jimin wouldn’t have it he would die if you paid for anything and you always feel a little guilty but then he tells you you can pay him back in snuggles and kisses and your undying love and affection tbh…
  • okay but he also really likes fashion stores like he’s just so!!
  • I think he would wanna low key match not like the big cheesy “that’s my boyfriend” shirt like those make me wanna gag and I don’t see jimin stooping that low tbh
  • but like he gets a long sleeved striped shirt and you might get something striped as well or maybe he gets some maroon jeans well your shirt might be an off shade of that!
  • but he loves trying crap on even if he doesn’t wanna buy it necessarily he wants to try things on and stare at himself in the mirror and pose always
  • he gets you to try everything on too and you’re kinda like “ahh I’m embarrassed!!” and he just pouts and mumbles something under his breath and he looks so disappointed and you kinda !! fine !!
  • whenever you try something on like, it could be the ugliest thing in the entire world and he would gape and stare and spend seventeen hours complimenting how good it looks on you and how you make that piece look ten times better than it did on the mannequin
  • and then he proceeds to buy every single thing you lay your eyes on even if it’s a fleeting glance he’s like let’s put it on my card!!
  • okay but like you finally get into it right and you’re smiling and laughing and maybe even posing a bit in front of the mirror and before you can react he whips out his phone and takes your picture and he’s like “oh this is good, i think the whole entire world should see it babe” and he just posts it right then and there
  • he doesn’t obviously
  • besides the view was A++
  • okay but there’s this real cute coffee shop right in the middle of the outlets and you two always go there
  • it has a lot of contemporary art on the walls and they’re always playing some indie/alternative music for sure and they’re always really crowded but neither of you mind because the atmosphere is so lively and warm and welcoming and jimin low key likes to talk to everyone just goes up to strangers “how’s your day going?” or “that shirt looks so good on you, where do you get it?” because he is literally an angel like he just wants to spread some happiness
  • that day you two run into a fan which isn’t uncommon and they’re always really chill and this one is so cute!! like he has these big glasses on his nose and a giant sweater and he’s sipping his tea and he catches sight of jimin and his eyes go big as saucers
  • and you kinda nudge jimin like go talk to this kid plz before he explodes from excitement so jimin goes over and drags you along!
  • and the kid is like “ahh you’re so much more stunning in real life!” and he smiles at you “and you too!!”
  • and you and jimin are just both blushing and the kid gets an autograph from jimin and he gets a hug from the both of you and he just kinda smiles at you again “hey thanks for always making jimin so happy, im speaking for a lot of fans but we really appreciate all you do and what an angel you are!!”
  • your heart just swells because dating jimin and being public about it definitely means that people are gonna lash out and it’s hard sometimes but this kid is such an angel!!
  • okay after that you guys hit more shops and jimin steals your drink okay and he drinks like all of it and he has whipped cream on his nose,,, you have to kiss it off if you catch my drift,,,
  • there’s a cute lil candy store and you two go in and it’s like all old fashioned and the cute lil lady running the counter asks if you’re married,,,
  • “yes, well I mean, in my head, I still gotta ask the question” and you get all red and swat at his arm
  • he gets candy for all the boys cause he is a sweetie and he gets extra for yoongi cause he likes yoongi who doesn’t like yoongi though
  • and it’s still snowing when you guys exit the store and h throws a snowball at you and then gets all upset at himself and he’s like !! and wraps his scarf around you and he’s like oh my god don’t get hypothermia plz
  • probably tries to chase some ducks cause outlets always have fountains around them and that means there are ducks and jimin wants to make sure they all had something to eat so he tries feeding them taffy and you just watch and record it all lmao you’re so supportive
  • oh also like right in the middle near this fountain, he kinda smirks “your lips look cold maybe i can warm them up”
  • and you’re like wtf jimin we are past this point in our relationship don’t pull that kind of sh- but he leans in and he kisses your lips so gently and they still taste like that peppermint coffee he was drinking
  • and he runs his hands through your hair and it’s so cheesy and romantic and the snow is falling so prettily
  • also need to mention that jimin carries every single bag that you guys have like he won’t let you carry anything cause he is a gentleman and he just carries everything without complaint, would probably try to carry you at some point and time because he’s scared you’re gonna fall and bust your butt or face open or something
  • anyway when it’s time to go you guys meet up with the others and jimin raves about how good you looked in everything, then shows the boys the pics, and then gets jealous when they agree that you look good im smh
  • anyway it would be really cheesy shopping with chim but super cute okay!!