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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.”

all  yours


This is the completed version of that snippet posted earlier. And I originally thought it was going to be demon Balor-esque, buuuut.. It kind of turned on me and so it’s just Finn and gentle but rough sexin? Anyway, yeah. It’s SMUT here, loves. FLUFFY SMUT but SMUT.


just 20 shy of 3K.. I know, I know. I got carried away, oopsie? Sorry not sorry?


Finn x Reader


@vsturgeon5489 because you asked me too, dear!!

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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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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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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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{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.

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

anonymous asked:

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!!

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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There was the distant sound of something crackling, crumbling, collapsing. He coughed again.


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anonymous asked:


see this is what i meant when i said this is gonna be a complete joke

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod

  • TURN DOWN FOR WHAT are we even kidding. are we. are we
  • and of course

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to

  • like okay i am so conflicted about this entire meme right at this point in time because on one hand i could take this seriously. i could give you a beautiful idyllic tsoa story about how in the olden days in phthia, before achilles started making kebabs out of people, he used to eat so many figs while out in the wild playing his lyre to the wood nymphs and river spirits that he’d fall asleep in the shade until nightfall
  • but instead
  • im gonna say
  • patroclus’ tent, tbh, doing the walk of shame through the entire achaean camp
  • everyone is listening. everyone has been listening all night.
  • holla

the game they’d destroy everyone else at

  • dodgeball
  • literally every one of those shitty games you had to do in high school p.e.
  • rock climbing on those fake walls where you had to go up and everyone underneath can see up those baggy gym shorts
  • odysseus yells out 'LOOKING GOOD PELIDES' 
  • diomedes follows this up with 'HIGH UP AND DOWNLOW, PATROCLUS’
  • three separate people high five patroclus
  • this has turned into a high school au?????

the emoticon they’d use most often

  • >:(

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep

  • okay so we’re reverting back to the b.c.s
  • achilles gets in late one night after having a hella rave with the myrmidons and he needs to catch his zzzs
  • agamemmnon has straight up told him for four whole days right before that he needs to be up and early for a surprise bout with the trojans
  • and while they’re setting up their lines and everyone’s ready to go and achilles is STILL NOT HERE and we NEED YOU FOR MORALE, PELIDES. PEOPLE ARE GONNA DIE
  • agamemmnon sends a super passive aggressively pissed message to achilles
  • and all he gets in return is 'don’t fucking tell me what to do, dickhead’
  • achilles rocks up 2 hours later rocking some major bedhead
  • with a starbucks pumpkin spice latte

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.

  • literally just fuck him up

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump

  • ‘Don’t speak of my parents, dog. I wish the fury and the pain in me could drive me to carve and eat you raw for what you did, as surely as this is true: no living man will keep the dogs from gnawing at your skull, not if men weighed out twenty, thirty times your worth in ransom, and promised even more, not though Dardanian Priam bid them give your weight in gold, not even then will your royal mother lay you on a bier to grieve for you, the son she bore, rather shall dogs, and carrion birds, devour you utterly.’

what they wanted to be when they grew up

  • professional human kebab maker

their favorite kind of weather

  • the kind that comes right after you fake agree to marry a chick so her father could brutally slaughter her on an altar for sailing winds

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

  • well i mean canonically, achilles is that shirtless dude under the tree on campus singing wonderwall
  • so i like to think that while he is not professional material he is at the very least zac efron level in high school musical

how/what they like to draw or doodle

  • mr menoitides <3
  • mr pelides-menoitides <33
  • the pelides-menoitides household <333
  • literally take a step back and fuck your own face, agamemmnon :)

title: keeping me crazy
pairing: akihito/mirai
words: 2,423
notes: they fight about stupid things and neither wants to give in first, but kuriyama-san has found a way to exploit her senpai’s weakness. this doesn’t even have a plot i m soryr i just word vomited. 


Kuriyama-san wants to torture him.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: can u pls do a jily fluffy au. you can do whatever u feel like im just in the mood for au fluff lol.

modern au meet cute that’s sort of lacking the cute <3 <3

send me prompts 

Lily didn’t mean to punch the kid’s lights out, okay, it just happened.

(Honestly, it was partially his fault for wondering too close while she was busy trying to explain to a self described meninist just how much of an asshole he was.)

She uses her hands to speak a lot, especially when she’s angry, and the six foot fedora wearing chav got her the right shade of pissed off when he started ranting loudly about ‘fucking bitches who don’t have any self respect’ after he got turned down by the counter. So really, it’s only expected that Lily- already two shots in- wander over to give him the verbal smack down of the century.

What she didn’t count on was someone skirting around behind her to place his order and in the midst of one spirited fist pump, she accidentally punched the man behind her in the face, sending him toppling to the floor. There was some blood. He hit his head against the wall and passed out. She’s like 83% sure that it’s not life threatening though.

And that’s how she ended up here, in the back room of the bar with some bloke’s head passed out on her lap while pressing a makeshift ice pack to the bump over his ear.

It’s not exactly what Lily expected to be doing on her Saturday evening but she probably deserved this for trying to pick a fight with someone. At least the guy is sort of cute, with messy dark hair and clunky glasses. She’s banking on him maybe being cuter when he’s, you know, conscious, but she’ll take what she can get right now.

Thankfully, he’s only out of it for maybe ten minutes at most, and when he does come to, it’s with a groan and a muffled, “What the fuck.”

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Gossamer: a JJ Project Request

Part 1, Part 2

Originally posted by marktuqn

Originally posted by got7official

“I will love you if I never see you again.”

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i would love 10 mins to be a man and experience just having a face that i hadn’t been told my entire life is wrong for so many reasons. like. the face i have is just…. inherently wrong, and ive grown up being told that since as long as i can remember. my face grows eyebrows only so that i can painfully remove them. my cheeks are pink, but not pink enough, not the right shade of pink, but thank god for only $30 i can buy a block of color called “deep throat” or “oragasm” to make my cheeks the RIGHT color. the sexiest color. 

the shape of my face is wrong but there are hundreds of dollars worth of sticks that will shade it to look a different shape. my nose is wrong for sure. lips? definitely wrong. good thing i can buy literal poison to irritate them enough to plumpen them up! god forbid i try to have an uneven skin tone, or any blemishes, or any red or yellow undertones, god forbid i get too much sun or not enough sun, god forbid my face not glow in the right way, god forbid i look tired. 

ive literally been taught to hate and be hyper-critical of every single aspect of my entire face. i have spent SO much money on it. i wake up an hour early every morning because i need time to “fix my face” and then I get home and take it off and then “fix” it again before I go out at night! I mean, it feels like a real obsession, like bordering on an illness, because it’s never ever ever far from my mind. I can’t look at myself without seeing what’s wrong with me, and, even if only subconsciously, thinking about what makeup products I can buy to “fix” it. I can glue plastic eyelashes onto my skin because the eyelashes i have are Bad. I can paint even the fake ones blacker. I need Better eyelashes to make my eyes look bigger, because the way my eyes look is inherently Bad. and i need to paint them on top with some kind of color. I always need to paint them, need to prime the paint, need to set all the paint, jesus christ at this point i think i would sell my soul to the devil just to not have to be made aware of all the possible ways i can be wrong!

but i HAVE to be made aware because otherwise how will i be effectively exploited for my money? so makeup is everywhere i look, everyone talks about it, everyone i meet is exactly like me, trapped in this obsessive loop where you can’t even exist outside of these thoughts for 5 simple minutes, can’t ever look at your own face and see Just A Face, every woman I know can only see the things that need to be Fixed, and it’s SUCH a scam! but on the TV and in magazines and all over the media you only ever see women’s faces after they’ve been “fixed” and so they convince us that it’s the “right” way to look and we’re doomed to feel this way forever. i feel so frustrated because i know better, i know i’m being exploited, but im not strong enough to overcome this innate hatred of my natural face. it’s like i’ve been raised to wear makeup every day and the universe isn’t about to let me get away with enjoying the face I have, no way! 

In Too Deep | Swimmer!Luke (Part Three)

a/n: i lost where i was going and i’m really mad about it so i hope you guys like it still!! feedback is also cool if you’re so inclined :)
words: 1500  part one | part two

Luke jumped from the bed, delayed by the rush of nausea and pounding in his head, “Shit – no, baby – that’s not – I don’t mean,” he gestured between the two of you, lips turned low in a frown. “I don’t mean – us – I mean…” He scratched his hand through his hair and settled back on the edge of the bed, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you to sit beside him.

You turned your body to face him, waiting for him to continue, entirely unsure where exactly the conversation was headed; he’d made no sign of being unhappy in any aspect of his life, not that you could tell. What if he’d being trying to tell you for weeks and you’d just been too oblivious? You scrunched your nose at your own thoughts; surely not. Usually you could tell from a shift in the pitch of his voice whether or not he’d beat a personal best; you knew from an arch of his eyebrow whether he was annoyed; by the pressure of his hand whether he was sad or clingy or over the moon. He hadn’t managed to keep a single thing from you yet.

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Secrets Make Friends. (Sam Imagine)

Request: Hey there sexayyy! I have a request to put on your list ;D How about one where you meet the boys and you’re a hunter but you don’t want them to find out that you are and the boys are also trying to hide from you that they’re hunters too? And they keep this up for a while until the secret’s out? You can decide on how they find out about each other :D you’re awesome btw THANKS LOVELY. BYE!

A/N: I do realize that this request was sent to me about…a month ago? Ugh. How bad am I? Anyway, since I haven’t written any Sam imagines lately, I decided to make him a person of interest to the reader. I hope that’s okay!


“Excuse me miss?”

You sighed to yourself and pushed a piece of loose hair behind your ear before looking to the voice of whoever just spoke down to you, already knowing what was coming, “Yes?”

“Can I buy you a drink?” A young man around your age asked, inviting himself to sit in the stool next to you at the bar. His light blue eyes scanned your body as he grinned, “I’m surprised a pretty lady like yourself is here alone on a night like tonight.”

“I’m not thirsty.” You answered him back dryly, “I was actually just leaving, thank you.”

With a forced smile, you stood up and walked out of the bar, saying a quick goodbye to the bartender who responded with a knowing look. Normally, you would have taken anyone’s offer for a free drink, but tonight you were tired. You had just gotten back from a long hunt less than two hours ago and nothing sounded better then cuddling up in a nice bed and going to sleep.

You shivered lightly from the frosty air and pulled your jacket tighter around your body, deciding to walk rather than take a cab since the motel you were staying in was only a few blocks down. Besides, the view of passing cars and city lights was nothing you could complain over. It gave you a sense of calmness to know you weren’t alone.

In the middle of you gazing off into the night, you felt your body being bumped into, followed by a quick and frantic, “I’m so sorry!”

You grabbed onto whoever it was to keep from falling, when you looked up and recognized the person standing in front of you, “Sam? Sam Winchester?”

His dimpled smile deepened as he began to remember you as well, “Y/N. Wow, I havent seen you since freshman year in college. You look great.”

“You do too!” A blush crept onto your cheeks when you realized you were still holding onto him, “S-Sorry.”

Sam chuckled as you pulled away, “So what are you doing out here?”

Hunting demons. “Oh, just…you know. Trying to see if I like the city enough. I might get a job out here.”

“As a lawyer? Still?”

No. “Yes.”

“That’s awesome. I always knew you’d make it.”

Boy, were you wrong. “What about you? What are you doing out here?”

Sam hesitated before replying, “I’m..visiting my brother.”

As if on cue, a man who looked no older than a few years from the two of you stormed up next to Sam, “Sammy, what the hell?! I turned back to find you gone! You scared the living sh- who is this?”

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You smiled and looked up into his green eyes, extending your hand out to him, “You must be Dean.”

He grinned back at you and shook your hand, turning to Sam with a cock of the eye brow, “How is it that you always know the hot ones?”

“We went to school together,” Sam shot before you had the chance to blush, “We were just catching up.”

“Don’t let me stop you. I’ll be waiting at the car.” Dean winked at his little brother and gave you another grin before turning to leave.

“I’m sorry about that.” Sam sighed and furrowed his brows together, “Hey, how did you remember my brothers name? I must have told you it years ago.”

Because I was practically in love with you and listened to everything you had to say. “I have a good memory.” You bit your lip softly then cleared your throat, “So…why did you bail all of a sudden back then? Was everything alright?”

Once again, Sam hesitated, “Uh, yeah. I mean no…there was just family business that needed to be dealt with and I never had the chance to go back.”

Family business? That sounds a lot like my excuse… “It’s never too late to go back, you know.”

"Right.” His hazel eyes connected with yours, sending butterflies to soar through your stomach, “Thats very true.”

His eyes wandered over your body before he grinned and ducked his head, giving you yet another extra thump in the heart.

“You want to know something?” Nervous laughter escaped your lips as you already began to regret what you were going to say next, “I used to have the biggest crush on you. Like, huge.

Sams smile was now spread across his entire face, “Really? I had a thing for you too! Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Because being in a relationship meant putting that person in danger. “I was too shy! But, why didn’t you ever say anything to me?”

Instead of answering, his eyes shifted slightly before ignoring the question, “So..used to?” He playfully grinned, “You don’t still think I’m cute?”

Cute was an understatement. Maybe the last time you saw Sam, yeah you would have called him cute. But now? With that defined jaw, those broad shoulders, and beautiful hair? Ugh. He was sexy. But you wouldn’t let him know that, not so easily.

"I don’t know.” You challenged back with a flirtatious tone, “I guess we’ll see what happens.”

His eye brows rose as he grinned, “See what happens? Are you asking me out on a date Y/N?”

Oh, what the hell. “Sure.”



“That’s it?”

“Well, I normally don’t tap dance to my asking a person out until the second date, but I guess I can make an exception for you.”

Sam let out a laugh that lifted throughout the air, “Okay, how about tomorrow then? I’ll pick you u-”

"You’ll go on a date with him but won’t take a drink from me?” A familiar voice caused you to snap your head around, revealing the young man at the bar who had tried to come on to you, standing only inches away from you and Sam.

“Is there a problem?” Sam stepped up, “Y/N, do you know him?”

“No. Well, yes.” You sighed, “He tried to hit on me back at the bar I was just at bu-”

“She refused.” Blue eyes clenched his jaw as his fists balled up, “I don’t like it when they refuse.”

Sam now was standing in front of you, trying to keep the man from coming any closer, “Listen, she just wasn’t interested. You shou-”

Suddenly, Sam’s body flew back into the air and landed on the ground with a loud thud. The man looked back up to you, his eyes turning the deepest shade of black before lunging in your direction.

As if your body was accustom to it, you moved swiftly away from his grasp and pulled out the blade that was tucked into your boot all at once. You could see Sam begin to stir as you took a strike at the demon who was too fast for you, but only for a second. Almost like slow motion, he pulled out his own blade and took a jab at your side, but you quickly moved out of the way and stabbed him right in the heart. His body thrashed for a minute before collapsing.

“You…” Sam was standing now with wide eyes, “You h-”

“Sammy! Behind you!” Deans voice shot through the air just as another demon attacked Sam to the ground, using the vessel of a young woman. Just as you were going to help get her off of him, something threw you to the ground.

“How many of you are there?!” You screamed before twisting your body so that you were now on top of her, stabbing her in the heart in no time.

As you stood up to help Sam, Dean had already thrown the woman off and killed her…with a hunting knife?

“You’re hunters!” A gasp escaped your lips, watching Sam regain his composure and look to his other brother, nodding in unison.

“You are too.” Sam stated, “Clearly.”

“And a badass one at that!” Dean chimed in with yet another wink. His grin dropped when Sam shot him an annoyed look, “Sorry, but its true. She’s badass.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sam ignored his brothers comment and was now turned to you.

“Why didn’t you tell m- we really need to start telling each other things.”

"That we do.” Sam laughed lightly and turned to Dean who was mindlessly involved in the conversation, “I’ll be at the car in five minutes.”

“Oh. Y-Yeah, okay.” With that he gave you a quick wave, “I’m sure i’ll be seeing more of you soon.”

“I’m planning on it.” You gave Sam a knowing look as Dean walked away, “So..are we still on for tomorrow night?”

“Are you kidding?”


“You just effortlessly took out two demons. I was afraid that I would have to keep this side of me from you but now that I know its your life too? That date is on more than ever.”

You laughed and took out the pen that you always kept in your back pocket, writing down your number on his hand, “Good, now you know not to mess with me either. I can so kick your ass, Sam Winchester.”

He grinned down at the numbers sprawled out on his hand before leaning over and kissing your cheek softly, walking away while saying, “We’ll see about that.”

You sighed happily and began to walk home, smiling the rest of the way.