im shipping them so hard i want to kiss the scream

anonymous asked:

Idk if you do fantasy aus but maybe #18 with vampire hoseok?

✎ things you said when you were scared ✎
2.2k words ; romance + fluff [ pg-13 ]

Originally posted by osyub

a/n: ok so ive never tried fantasy but im p proud of this i like how this turned out :’)

When Hoseok first told you of his condition, you had laughed him off, pinning it down on the fact that he’s downed one too many shots and had an imagination that couldn’t compare. However, the sobriety in his voice, the plea in his eyes were enough for your laughter to die in your throat.

“You can’t be serious.” You blinked, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips to hide your trembling fingers in front of you.

Hoseok’s eyes had dropped to your hand holding the cup, before his gaze flicked back up to you as he licked his lips. You froze in your seat and he realized at the same time what the action had implied. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t know that.”

“I’ve been with you for a year now. You know I would never hurt you.”

“This is a joke.” You gulped, tightening your hold around the glass in your hand. “I’m going to wake up and a hangover will be the death of me and this will all be a nightmare.”

A flicker of hurt passed through his eyes. “I wish it was.”

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anonymous asked:

could you do jerejean for that ship post pls?

u BET i can


who is more likely to hurt the other?

ouch ok honestly this is a cop out but they both work extremely hard not to hurt each other and their only slip ups are in ignorance & fear

jeremy claps a hand on jean’s shoulder because he forgets he forgets and there’s nothing he can do but step back and learn how to soothe with his voice when he’s ALWAYS soothed with hands and arms and kisses pressed into hair

jean flinches and flinches and says things he never wanted to mean and jeremy knows but it hurts

who is emotionally stronger?

Listen there are only so many winters ur emotions can weather before they can’t come back from it and jean’s tolerance for hurt of any kind is kind of dead grass for a while. He’s a broken bone that had to be re-broken to set u know, meanwhile jeremy’s never been broken or sprained or bruised and he can take it instead

who is physically stronger?

They’re both like super high class athletes but I think Jean has been pushed so hard for so long that he definitely has something to show for it?? Jeremy is a lil more soft and compact and jean is cut and could probably carry jeremy on his shoulders

who is more likely to break a bone? 

mean and bad next

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Jeremy becomes an absolute champion at this like he has all these rituals that are as opposite to riko as he can get (I wrote a lil about it in my first jerejean fic), he opens the curtains so jean can remember where he is, and he surrounds him w warm things, leaves positive voicemails in between classes on Jean’s bad days and sometimes he stays home to be w him. he like. gets it.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

Jeremy apologizes during the argument like jean has a complaint about the trojans and jeremy’s like “that’s dumb wait sorry I love you sorry wait ur right the trojans should change their team colours to something more flattering to your skin tone”

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

Jean treats Jeremy’s because Jean never gets hurt again ever in his life am i right kids

who is in constant need of comfort? 

:((( jean :( :( the first year out of the nest is bad. He screams himself hoarse sometimes and cries constantly sometimes and flinches at ticking clocks and avoids stairwells and basements. Jeremy doesn’t know how to help someone who was born in hell and just broke through the surface. He offers his hand and it takes about 13 months but Jean takes it

who gets more jealous? 

Jean gets so jealous because jeremy is radiant and woos anyONE (hi.. kevin day…. feels more for jeremy than he does for exy) and he feels so undeserving sometimes but he’s also pretty frank after a while like he’ll be like ‘jer im watching u & we are exclusive” and escort him from the scene

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

jean isn’t like neil, he doesn’t run away when he panics, he just freezes. It gives Jeremy time to talk him down (a benefit andrew WISHES he had). also Jeremy doesn’t know anywhere else he’d rather be. No one leaves anyone.

who will propose? 

jeremy DEFINITELY and it’s like 10 years down the line but he buys a ring like 1 year in because he knows 2 things: 1. He’s in love with Jean 2. Jean can only breathe with a little space 

sidebar their wedding is gold and blue can anyone say day vs night

who has the most difficult parents?


who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

Jeremy x100 he’s sooo clingy and he realizes pretty early on that jean’s hands can be touched w pretty much no problem so he’s always grabbing and swinging and stroking his thumb over the irregularities in Jean’s fingers

who comes up for the other all the time? 

at any given time jeremy is trying to figure out how to work jean into the conversation

who hogs the blankets? 

I feel like jeremy naturally starfishes but he makes a concerted effort to see Jean bundled, so he wakes up w the covers bunched around his chest and he throws them all over jean and tucks them around his neck and kisses his shoulder for good measure

who gets more sad? 


who is better at cheering the other up? 

Kinda already covered this but Jeremy is a machine designed for comfort he is the personification of blowing bubbles

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

ok jeremy makes THE stupidest jokes and Jean usually glares but if it’s dire a bitch might elbow 

who is more streetwise?

jean knows a lot about survival and he CAN fight back but he often won’t. (he eventually learns to apply his skills when his trojans are being threatened) bless Jeremy he knows exy and teamwork and minor family problems and that’s it

who is more wise?

they’re both sharp, but jean has a little of that multilingual world-weary thing going on, so I think he just narrowly wins out. Jeremy is very good at english and he’s got the people smarts so they balance rlly well

who’s the shyest? 

jean poor thing he’s intensely quiet (but scathing…. fuck) and he’ll take about oh 1 billion years to let you in, but when he does he has a lot to fucking say most of it savage

who boasts about the other more? 

jeremy is always like “oh jean? STAR of the edgar allen ravens?? yeah he dropped that dead weight and now he’s the best exy player ever and i love him and i get to kiss his pretty mouth”

who sits on who’s lap?

I don’t think jean would want to be pinned down and i think he’d be too embarrassed to sit on jeremy’s lap in PUBLIC but secretly I think he’d like the way jeremy holds his hips and doesn’t stop grinning the whole time


genre: smut

word count: 1,420

ship: Jungkook x Jimin

Idk if you guys like ship smuts but I still hope you will enjoy this :* P.S SORRY FOR MISTAKES :D

It was early in the morning when you woke up from the sound in the living room. You stood up and with closed eyes went to see what is going on, you walked out of the room, scratched your head and slowly opened eyes. Sunlight was coming in the room from the window and making jimins white shirt see through, but you could see only his body silhouette “Jungkookie you already awake? Ohh sorry if that’s my fault” he said with a warm smile on his face. You came up to him and wrapped your muscular arms around his hard waist. Sniffing his neck with still tired and closed eyes. You pulled him closer, so you could feel his body touching yours letting a small groan. Sunlight was brighter than before, because of the early morning there were only one or two cars outside which you could see looking down through large window it took the place as a wall because your apartment was in 8th floor. A little fog outside made the sunlight look red. One of yours hand traveled up his body touching the chest softly, then going up until it reached his head and your fingers tangled up in his hair. Jimin started to chuckle a bit and said quietly “Jungkook I think you shouldn’t be touching me like this in the morning, it makes ughh..” he moved his butt a little bit against your growing bulge. “aishhh sorry Jimin” you said in sarcastic tone and made a little push to make sure that he feels how hard you already are “stop provoking me or it’s not going to end well” Jimin turned around to face you not making your bodys to depart from each other, attached his forehead to yours and smiled not making your lips to touch, he knew that it’s like the game which one of you will lose control first and lose this game. But you didn’t mind losing almost all of the time. “oh yeah?”.. you placed your lips on his, took his little baby hands in your large ones and stepped closer to the window, so his back would touch the cold glass. You placed his hands on each side of his head and didn’t let him to move them. Jimins body shivered because of the cold sensation and mouth opened immediately because of this unexpected action, at that moment you slid your tongue in, a groan left his mouth. You opened your hungry eyes. Jimin could feel your stare and opened his eyes too. “don’t play with me babyboy, you know I am inpatient..” you could see his unsatisfied look in the eyes because of this position and that he couldn’t touch you when you held his hands. Sofa was next to you so you quickly disconnected Jimin from the window and pushed him on sofa. Jimin looked at you and bit his lip, because of the view he was seeing. Your brown messy hair, white large t-shirt and light grey sweatpants. He could bet you weren’t wearing anything underneath them because of the sharp lines of your standing member. “what you looking at?” you asked with one raised eyebrow. “nothing kookie I’m jus so needy right now..” he said as his one hand brushed his member several of times. “ you immediately took his hand in strong grip and with a lust and anger looked in his eyes. “I told you to not touch yourself without my permission!…”  A smirk appeared on Jimins face. “that’s exactly what you wanted right? To make me angry?” You climbed on top of him, starting with already deep kiss, one hand messing with his hair and other going down in the lower part of his body. Jimin placed his hand on yours and made you go faster down in his boxers. You stopped when you felt his wet cock. “what is this, that’s why you are awake this early? You played..” you couldn’t finish your sentence when Jimin interrupted you “no this is not what you think… its just..” his cheeks blushed and turned dark red. “what? What is it?” “I had a dream about you, and I couldn‘t sleep after that so I decided to go walk a little bit, I thought maybe it could make me a little less..” he blushed and couldn’t speak when you stared straight into his eyes. “ohh Jiminie, next time you will have dreams like this just woke me up I will help you” you started smirking at him. Jimin turned his head to the side so he wouldn’t be facing you. “no please don’t be embarrassed I have wet dreams about you too.” As soon as he heard these words coming out of your mouth he turned to look at you again now with large smile on his face. “you do?”. You pressed your crotch area to his and started to move up and down a bit „yes, I do“. You looked at your fingers witch were wet from touching his member before. “open your mouth babyboy”. Jimin opened his mouth immediately, then you slid your fingers all the way in, Jimin shut his eyes and licked everything of your fingers off. “tell me how you taste”. “sweet.. kookie” . You groaned in his ear, licking down his neck, then sucking harshly on his collarbones leaving huge marks. “oh god you look so good with those hickeys”. “could I please you now?”. “do whatever you want babyboy” you said with a husky voice. Jimin rolled you underneath him and went down on your bottom half. Sitting on your knees he gently started to slid down your sweatpants. “ I knew you weren’t wearing underwear..” he laughed shyly. He took your hard member in his little hands, he couldn’t even reach his fingers with thumb because of how big your dick was. His head went down and did a kitten lick on the tip of your tip without shutting his eyes he stared straight to your face. He knew how this make you feel. “Jimin aghh don’t tease me.. p-please”. With one lick Jimin went from the bottom to the top of your dick and only then took it in his mouth. At first he went slow, but not long time passed when he was already going faster than you could ask him to. “aghh Jimin I’m gonna c-cumm”. Just because you couldn’t hold any longer you had to cum on his face. “oh gosh sorry I didn’t want to.” You leaned to him and brushed all of your cum off his face. When Jimin opened his mouth you saw  a string of saliva on his bottom lip going to his mouth. You went into deep kiss, cleaning his mouth with your tongue. “I have to make up to you, because of this…” “no don’t worry kookie I like when you cum on me”. You pushed him so he were once again underneath you. With your veiny hand you brushed his cheeks,  took off his shirt, looked at his beautiful torso and licked your lips. Without waiting any longer took off his pants and underwear. “try to be quiet it’s still early morning everybody is sleeping.” Jimin nodded and you slowly pushed into him. “you are so tight Jimin a-ghhh”. You waited a little bit that the pain he felt wouldn’t be harsh. “im good” he said quietly. You started to trust in him at first slow, but with every push going harder and deeper. Loud moans left Jimins mouth with every trust you made, of course, didn’t mind that, you didn’t give a fuck about your neighbors, in this case, it was otherwise you wanted them to know how good you were fucking him and whose he is. At the end Jimin couldn‘t hold him back anymore and started screaming you‘re name even when he felt the pain in his throat he didn’t stop he knew it turn you on even more. You and Jimin came at the same time, you made a few more pushes to rode your and his orgasm, but couldn’t do it any longer because of the exhaustion. You slapped your body on his heavily breathing in his neck, looked him at the face and saw him all sweaty, his black hair messed, mouth open trying  catch more air. “I like this kind of mornings” you said smiling at him then turning back and placing your head on his chest. Jimin wrapped his arms around you and closed his tired eyes.

You Drive Me Crazy (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: May I please request a star lord one shot where you and Peter really hate each other and you always disobey his orders and you’re both constantly fight but there’s lots of sexual tension and one day you and him get trapped in the ship and you’re yelling at him and he’s had enough and smutty smut where we get dominant star lord? Thank you you soooo much oh and btw I ADORE YOUR WRITING💕/hiiii, so idek how to say this but i really want a ‘bad girl’ and spanking/daddy kink going on with our sexy star-dork, i meant, star-lord. let’s make it very rough and animalistic. oh god i need help im sorry im awkward. thank you so much and im a fan of your work :)

Warnings: smut, language, orgasm denial, daddy!kink, spanking, overall roughness

Words: 2836

i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in like 10 years but here ya go! enjoy!


The loud slam of your door echoed through the ship. God, you needed to either punch something or scream. He was so goddamn infuriating and you were reaching your breaking point. Peter was always on your ass about something and he was especially pissy today just because you didn’t listen to him on the mission.

Essentially, your plan was much better than his. But because he was the great Star Lord and everything had to go his way or else he’d throw a bitch fit, you went with his idea. Basically, you were sent out to stop some group of galactic douchebags who were on a rampage planet over planet, stealing and murdering innocent people. Their leader was an easy target, for he was obnoxious and gaudy whenever he made his appearance.

“Stay behind and wait for the signal,” Peter ordered. You rolled your eyes, but cooperated and got into place with him behind the grimy dumpster. However, the leader came stumbling out of the bar he was currently pillaging. He was obviously inebriated, judging by his slightly greened, yellow skin and the sloppy smile painted across his face. And, there were also only three of his bodyguards with him. There couldn’t have been a more golden opportunity.

Moving to charge at them, Peter stopped you by grabbing your ankle. He was still crouched on the ground and he shot you warning look that let you know if you did this, you’d be in trouble later. Deep down, you relished in pissing him off, so you silently blew him a kiss and slipped out from behind your hiding place.

It was almost too easy enough taking them down. A few good punches and a swift kick to the groin later, they were all whining on the ground like newborns babies. Even though you’d earned yourself a nice bruise to the cheek, you grinned valiantly in Peter’s direction. However, the loud bang of the bar door being kicked open made you jump and, once the rest of the group saw their leader was on unconscious on the ground with you standing over him, and all out warfare began. You were lucky enough to dodge the first few blasts of gunfire and run back behind the dumpster as the Guardians shot back.

Once the firing had stopped and bodies lied splayed across the ground, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair calmingly. Your wrist was gripped tightly by none other that Quill, who pulled you up harshly from your stooped position into a standing one.

“What the hell happened to the plan?” he gritted. You tried pulling your hand away but he was stronger, especially when he was angry.

“I improvised,” you replied coolly. This time, you were successful in ripping your arm back and you turned on your heel before walking away. Usually, this was his cue to shut up and drop it. But, when you heard his heavy footsteps behind you and felt his taut grip on your upper arm, it seemed as though this was far from over.

“Don’t walk away from me!” he yelled, stopping you in place. Your eyes widened slightly at the volume of his voice, for he was never one to really yell, but you quickly recouped yourself. “I am sick and tired of you not listening to me! You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep pulling stupid shit like this!”

To be fair, he was right. You didn’t listen to him or anyone for that matter. Taking orders from someone else was something you rarely did and, because of that fact, there were always problems between Peter and yourself. He wanted to control you, you didn’t want to be controlled.

“Back off, Star Bitch,” you fought back, using that name you knew he loathed. “I took him down just like I was supposed to. What more do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop acting like a bratty little kid and take orders properly!” He stepped closer to you in an attempt to be intimidating. You moved even closer, unafraid while almost completely closing the space between you two.

“I don’t need to take orders from anyone, especially you!”

Peter’s glare was hard, eyes narrowed and ablaze. You weren’t scared of him whatsoever and definitely weren’t going to be talked down to like you were born yesterday. The bickering and fighting continued all the way back to the ship and was only interrupted when the talking tree said his only line.

“I am Groot.”

“Haha, I was thinking the same thing,” Rocket laughed. Simultaneously, you and Peter both directed your daggering glances from each other to the small raccoon. He held his paws up in defense and shook his head, still chuckling obnoxiously. “Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t say it.”

“Then what did he say?” you demanded.

“That you two should just do it already.” Unintentionally, your jaw dropped at the insane thought. You, luckily, were able to fight down the heat that threatened to crawl up your cheeks and come up with something to say back so you didn’t look as dumbfounded as you felt.

“Sorry, but huge asshole isn’t my type.”

“Well, aggravating bitch isn’t mine,” Peter retorted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, storming back to your bunk. This was always happening, but it’d never gone this far. Anger boiled deep within you and your mind wandered around murder and how to get away with it.  There suddenly was a loud pounding at your door and you groaned loudly as you were forced to get up. After maliciously flinging the door open the door, it was none other than Quill again.

“And by the way- whoa!” He was cut off short by his body being forced in a collision with yours. Losing your balance, the both of you fell to the ground in a heap with the weight of his body almost crushing you completely. You caught a glimpse of Drax before the the door slammed shut, meaning he was the one who pushed him, and a heavy click followed. Shoving Peter off, you got up and went to open the door. When you pressed the button, and an ear piercing hiss was heard. Judging by the sound, someone must’ve rewired your door to lock from the outside and you resorted to pounding your hands against it.

“Let us out!” you called, still thumping your palms against the exit.

“Oh no, neither of you are getting out of there until you make up… or make out,” Rocket announced through the door. You faintly heard him snicker to himself before he continued. “Seriously though, you guys are giving us all a headache.”

“If you don’t let us out of here, I swear I’m going to skin you alive,” you threatened, desperate to leave this confined space. Especially when Peter was in there with you.

“We’ll be back later and if you have to go, try holding it in. Have fun!”

“Rocket!” you screamed. Giving up, you turned around and leaned back against the door, sliding down into a slump on the floor.

You went for God knows how long without talking. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? The concept of time seemed to disappear more and more as the tension grew the same. Finally, he spoke.

“This is all your fault,” Peter muttered to himself, now lounging like a fat cat on top of your bed. How dare he?

“You got something to say, Star Bitch?” you sassed, getting up from your seated position. You strutted over to the bed where he lied lazily with his hands folded behind his head and you put your own hands on your hips. At the mention of the nickname he hated, Quill glared up at you and sat up.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I do. This is all your fault,” he repeated while standing up so he could tower over you.

“Please elaborate for me.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, if you listened to me for once in your goddamn life,” he explained condescendingly whilst taking steps forward, urging you to step back, “none of this would’ve happened.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, you can kiss my ass.” And with that, you pushed past him and went to sit on your bed, arms folded under your chest. However, he quickly pulled you up from your seated position and slammed you against the wall, holding your wrists down so you couldn’t move. His movements were fast and, on impact, almost knocked the wind out of your lungs. “Get your hands of me you piece of-”

You were cut off short by his lips pressed in a bruising kiss against yours. It was astonishing, for it was the last thing you expected. A war raged within your mind, battling between whether to still be angry or not. It was very confusing. You welcomed yelling and screaming, maybe even some hitting, but this newfound intimacy was shocking. And judging by the growing warmth in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t completely dissatisfied with it. An unintentional moan escaped your throat as your eyes fluttered closed and you finally joining in the kiss.

Your wrists were still pinned against the wall so you unable to touch him and his grip tightened even more as he moved to nip sensually at your neck. Gasping as his teeth sunk into your delicate flesh, he sucked a mark then move to whisper against your ear.

“You need to learn how to listen and not be so defiant,” he muttered, his voice an octave lower than usual, “and, obviously, I’m gonna be the one to have to teach you.”

Even though his tone was an enormous turn on, his words themselves were not. Something in the back of your mind still didn’t sit well with obeying him, but you played along with his little game anyways.

“Now,” he began as he released your hands to grab your ass instead, “what was it you were about to call me?” You hesitated, debating on whether or not to actually tell him you were going to call him a piece of shit. But he was impatient and demanded your answer by pressing his thigh against your pant-clad, yet heated, core. You threw your head back against the wall and began melting slowly. “Answer me.”

“Daddy,” you moaned, not actually meaning to call him that. As soon as it slipped out, you immediately felt embarrassed and awaited a snarky remark about your secret kink.

“That’s more like it,” he hummed. This whole experience was just surprise after surprise and, to be honest, you didn’t want it to stop. “Anything I say, you do and you ask for permission otherwise. Understand?”



“Yes,” you corrected yourself. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Go over to the bed.”

You wanted to put up a fight, you wanted to give him a hard time but your legs were already shuffling towards his desired spot. He strutted up behind you and moved your hair to one side to leave rough kiss on the nape of your neck. His lips smirked against your skin when you moaned and Quill forced you onto the bed on your hands and knees. You kept your face forward and suddenly felt your pants being tugged past your hips, consequently exposing your butt to the mild air of the vessel. His fingers traced the curve of your bottom and you shivered with delight, feeling yourself getting wetter with anticipation.

“Count them,” he ordered. Before you could question what he meant, a hard slap made contact with your skin. It stung badly but he soothed it over with the palm of his hand.

“One,” you said, breathing uneven. Smack after smack after smack, your cheeks turning bright red under his hard touch. You were at 13 now and you could barely take anymore. Peter could tell by your heavy pants that you were though and flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft mattress.

Peter took his jacket off and threw it across the room a little too dramatically. It fell into the corner with a loud thud and you would’ve laughed at his over-intense attitude had your clothes not been practically being ripped off.

Your top was ripped over your head, your bra snapped open, your pants pulled off your legs, leaving you only in your panties. In the heat of the moment, you forgot the rules and tried pulling at his soft cotton shirt. Quill stopped, smacking your hands away and grabbing your jaw to make your look at him. His eyes were cold and serious and you felt anxious as you lie naked underneath him.

“What did I say?” he asked harshly.

“Anything you say, I do and I ask for permission otherwise,” you repeated his words from before meekly.

“Good girl. And did you ask permission to take off my clothes?”

“Peter, c’mon, I-”

“Excuse me?”

“Daddy, please. I want you,” you begged. Your body was hot and on fire, for all you wanted was him. It was taking too long and patience wasn’t one of your virtues. He began trailing kisses down your body and you shivered under each one. His teeth grazed over your hip bone as his finger hooked under the waistband of your underwear. Then, he pried you thighs open, holding your legs tightly in place and exposing your wetness.

Peter nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the scruff of his beard slightly tickling you.

“Daddy,” you pleaded again, desperate for something. He chuckled a little to himself before ghosting his tongue all the way up your pussy, getting a full taste. You gasped at the terrific sensation, which egged him on. He sucked on your clit, licked patterns around and dipped his tongue inside you. My God, he was good at this. It seemed as though he was everywhere at once, a climax slowly consuming you. Your lower stomach burned with need and you called out his name, so close to it. Then he pulled away completely. You looked down to see his that stupid smirk he always wore. He crawled up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“It’s about time I make you as frustrated as you make me. You don’t come until I say so.”

“God, Peter, I swear- oh!” He curled his fingers inside you, stroking your g-spot with each pump. Just like before, you were at the edge only to be left there without release when he pulled away again. It took everything in you not to just finish yourself off, but you waited as best you could as you watched him remove his garments. You reveled in his incredible physique, his line of work keeping him in amazing shape.

Then he pounced on you, completely nude with a striking erection. His muscles were robust, his body hard against yours. He smelled of his masculine cologne and intoxicating musk that you could get used to. You waited for it, the sweetness you’d feel when he was finally giving it to you, but it never came. Instead, he littered your neck with kisses and bites which, while it was enjoyable, you wanted to cherry on top.

“Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please,” you whined. He grinned against you skin then moved to nibble on your ear.

“Are you gonna listen to me from now on? Be a good girl for me?” he bargained. When the words ‘good girl’ fell from his lips, your hunger only grew more insatiable. You’d never nodded harder in your life and as soon as you agreed, because you knew he wanted it too, he thrust into you. A loud moan was heard on your part and you were thankful everyone was gone or else they would’ve surely heard it.

His cock was thick and filled you perfectly. Peter started off slow, then picked up and an incredible pace. You were already so close, but you held out the best you could. His skin was dewy and you wanted to lick every inch of it.

“Daddy, please can I?” you breathed needily.

“Go ahead, babygirl.” In a matter of second, with the help of that little pet name, you were shouting his name to the rooftops as you finally got what you wanted. Heat flashes and stars consumed you as you exhaled, feeling all the tension wash away. Quill came too, a heavy grunt and a ‘fuck’ enacted from him.

He rolled down next to you, both of you sweaty and sticky but satisfied completely. About 2 minutes later, the same loud click from before was heard and you had just enough time to cover your exposed body before Rocket strolled in with a grossed out look on his face.

“So, I see you two… made up,” he hesitated. You couldn’t help laughing a little and Peter joined in. Rocket groaned and turned to leave. “You humans are so disgusting, I swear…”

Trying to Fix a Divorce

I’m such a sucker for tragic Jaebum stories. I’m sorry. I just feel like they connect more with the audience. Hope you guys enjoy. Feedback is appreciated!


There was a time when you thought he loved you.

He had fooled you - he really did, with his soft forehead kisses and gentle caresses and quiet I love you’s that acted as a key to your heavily guarded heart. He opened it; cracked the safe open after patient waiting, and you let him.

You let his words fool you, you let the light in his bright brown eyes blind you, you let his touch suck out any doubts you had. You let him love you. You let yourself love him.

You let him take your heart.

And in a way, you set yourself up for letting him break it.

You thought you had something real with Jaebum. Something tangible, something indestructible, something infinite. You let yourself believe that what you had with Jaebum was love, that what you found was a once in a lifetime treasure.

He had tricked you well, you admit. He tricked you very well indeed.

He had fooled you with his first I love you, brunette eyes twinkling, smiling bashfully as he waiting for your response. He had fooled you with every kiss, every laugh, every hug, every long conversation at three in the morning, bodies intertwined in a bed, talking about the universe and where the two of you fit. He had fooled you when he got down on one knee and told you that he wanted to be yours forever; that he’d be the happiest man on earth, that you completed him, that you were the one. He had fooled you exceptionally well on the day you walked towards him swathed in white, his bright blue eyes glimmering with tears - I vow to love you for the rest of my existence; for this life, for the next, forever because I finally know now my place in this universe, and it’s next to you.

He had fooled you very well that night. That night with him in his perfectly pressed tie and beam on his lips, that night where you danced with him for hours, where he leaned down to kiss you at the altar and took you for his own. The night where skin met skin, where you marked every crevice of his body as your own as he did the same to yours. The night where you joined in every way possible; the night where you had thought with a certainty in your bones, this is love.

You fell for it. You fell for it, every step of the way.

You thought your dreams were coming true. You thought you were living in some sort of fantasy when you married the man you loved - past tense - when you found out you were expecting, when you ultimately gave birth to the ray of sunshine that you would call your daughter.

You thought you had it all. A loving husband. A beautiful daughter. A perfect family.

But you learned the hard way that all things fade with time.

Your love for your precious daughter seemed to grow as Jaebum’s love for you diminished.

Your daughter was the light of your life - she was a part of you and you loved caring for her, no matter how tired you were. There was something in her bright  eyes that pulled you to her, exactly like Jaebum’s that magnetized you.

You cared for her. You fed her and sang to her and you looked over her and played with her and read to her and you loved her with your whole heart, just like how you loved Jaebum.

But that changed. At least for him.

He started disappearing more and more, going to this place with the boys then going there to record then this show and that venue - and you understood. You understood that it was his job, and this was what came with it.

But when Jaebum started coming back later and later, with photos on this website and that program of him and the boys out partying or seen in this club - you knew that wasn’t part of the job.

You confronted him about it, of course - but it only resulted in whisper arguments that hurt you more than screaming matches because you could hear the steady fury in his voice, an anger and weariness in his blue eyes that weren’t there before.

I’m just trying to have some fun.

And you’d laugh mirthlessly, eyes rolling.

I get that, Jaebum. I really do. But you’ve got other priorities now - a family. There are some other things that come before partying and drinks.

He never did change.


Jaebum had loved you in the beginning. He had loved you and your daughter, and the first few years were filled with happiness and joy and clumsy attempts at parenting that ended with laughter and stories to tell friends and family as a good dinnertime joke.

Your daughter’s first words. Her first step. Buying all the toys in the world for her and baking in the kitchen and singing to her on Sunday mornings. Hearing her chatter on and on about the strangest things that brought the both of you smiles in the morning and snuggling in close with each other - as a family - at night.

But as the months turned into years, it was as if his love dragged out. As if it was wearing thin.

You loved him infinitely, with all of your heart. But it was different for him.

You didn’t notice it at first. It was subtle, like soft waves starting to change direction. It wasn’t until some more time passed did you realize you were going the wrong way the whole entire time.

Jaebum was drifting away from you - slowly and surely, drifting away from the boy who smiled at you with innocent dimples in his cheeks, drifting away the man who told you he loved you and your daughter, lively eyes identical to hers as he played games with her, as he gazed into yours.

He was drifting away, and wherever he was going, it was clear that he wanted to go without you, despite his previous promises.

I promise I’ll always be by your side - forever and through infinity, through thick and thin, I’ll be there.

Always? Always.

Going, going…

… gone.


Sometimes he left for tour without a single phone call home.

And it hurt you when your beautiful daughter asked you when’s daddy coming back home?

You didn’t know. You didn’t know if he ever came back home again; not when there was something hollow in his eyes, lacking warmth, lacking love.

Soon, you always answered. Daddy’ll be back home soon.

Soon, the Jaebum that you loved would walk back through those doors with a smile on his lips and something sincere in his heart. Soon, the man that you loved would come back to you, just like he promised.



You didn’t want to.

You really didn’t.

But you had to.

You had fretted over it for nights and weeks and months of tossing and turning on your bed, alone. You were conflicted and lost, and every time you sought warmth or comfort or guidance, you would reach out and find that you were alone.

Just cold sheets and a spot where someone else should be.


And in the end, it was that empty space that echoed your decisions.

It’s for the best.


You deserved better.

You really did. You deserved someone who would help you do the dishes at night, someone to take turns doing the laundry, someone to help you fix the broken television or to help you clean the house on Sundays. You deserved someone to hold you to sleep at night and someone to come home to with a smile on their face, waiting. You deserved soft kisses on the lips after a long day of work and a long shower and cuddle sessions that melted all your worries away.

You weren’t the best person, you knew. But you thought you deserved at least that much.

And if not, then your daughter deserved better.

She deserved a father who would pick her up in his arms and carry her on his shoulders in the park. She deserved a father who would play tea party with her and a father who would kiss her head hello when he came home. She deserved a father who would protect her from the monsters under her bed, a father to watch over her as she skipped to school.

She, at the very least, deserved a phone call from her supposed father telling her where he was. Telling her that he missed her. That he loved her. That he’d be back soon.

Your daughter deserved a father.

Not a stranger who shared the same blue eyes that were always so distant and far away, even when he was in the same room.


You left the papers on his manager’s desk, folded into a white envelope with his name neatly printed on it.

You had already signed your name, contacted all the right people, went to all the meetings.

Your hands shook when you left it on the table, hesitating for a few minutes. Your breaths came out shaky and you clutched your bag so hard your knuckles nearly turned white.

But you steeled yourself and placed the envelope in the middle of his desk - to Mr. Im Jaebum - and turned around, leaving before anyone else saw you there.

You didn’t have a place there any more.

You didn’t have a place in Jaebum’s heart any more.

Well, now he didn’t have a place in yours.


When’s daddy coming back again?

You held your daughter’s hand, suitcase in tow. She trailed beside you, her little pink suitcase rolling behind her, bumping in between the cracks of the sidewalk.

You had packed and left, spending the past three weeks putting your things in neat, organized boxes and shipping them to your family’s house, where you planned to stay for the next few months until you could find a place of your own.

That wasn’t home any more.

Daddy’s not coming back for a while, baby.

Your words are soft and gentle, and you try to bite back the tears. Your daughter still believed she had a father when you saw him leave a long, long time ago.

You told her the two of you would be moving - going to a new home and staying with some family for the time being.

Of course, this was met with a few temper tantrums and tears and questions that you had to painfully answer - alone, alone, always so painfully alone - but she complied. She bounced back. She always did.

And you would too.

You just didn’t know how to exactly tell your little daughter that Jaebum wouldn’t be there any more.

Why not?

The question is simple, innocent; punctuated by two, bright eyes that looked up at you with the utmost naivete.

It hurts you more than any wounded glare could.

Daddy’s busy. He’s very busy and he won’t be coming back.

Your words are light despite the burden on your shoulders.

Daddy’s never home any more. I miss daddy.

You start to feel the weight seep into you, and it leaves you weak, barely able to move on. Barely able to bring the last set of suitcases to your family home.

These past few weeks have been so, so tiring.

You tried to smile for your family, your friends, your daughter. But it never came out right any more. Not ever since Jaebum started to fade away.

There’s one more thing he took.

I miss him too.

Your words are quiet, but your daughter still hears them, her hands squeezing yours comfortingly.

But mommy’s here now. Mommy’s always going to be here for you, okay? I’m not going anywhere. Mommy’s not going to leave like daddy.

Your words start to shake with tears, but you’re not sure your daughter hears it. You hope she doesn’t. This hasn’t been easy on her too, whether or not she knows the full picture - it hasn’t been easy on either of you.

You had to stay strong. Just like you always did.


You remember when you asked the very same thing to Jaebum, the same hopeful lilt in your voice as your daughter’s, so many years ago when he said he would stay by your side forever.

Oh, how things have changed.

But you haven’t. You still kept your promises, and though your heart is heavier guarded now, you still kept your word with your whole heart.

Though the positions are reversed now, you aren’t one to let someone you love down.



He comes home to a half-empty house.

Half a closet full of clothes. Bedrooms bare, walls of pictures and drawings stripped. Bathroom counters left half-touched, kitchen empty.

It was eerie - how half the house was living, as if it was half-breathing, struggling to cling on to life. As if it was half dead already.

He’s confused and dazed and shocked, the silence turning numb in his ears.

When he picks up the call from his manager, the explanation falls on him like weights, pulling him down as he drowned in the emptiness.


He asks again, just to check. It can’t be true. It couldn’t be true.

Not when you were still in this very house six months ago, a half-smile on your lips and a happy beam on your daughter’s face.

(it was always a half-smile. the house was always half-empty - he just didn’t notice. he was the empty half, and now that he was truly alone, he sees just what he’s done.)

But that was six months ago.

Jaebum calls you, and your phone rings once, twice, three times.

You see the caller ID, and you know it’s him. You’ve been waiting for it.

You knew he was coming back today, sitting on the couch biting your nails, a nervous wreck.

But when you picked up the phone, you were calm, cool, and collected.

Unfeeling, despite the soft flickers that sparked once you heard his voice again.

Is this some sick joke?

You brace yourself, telling yourself to stand firm.

You remember the empty bed. You remember the questions of where’s daddy from your daughter’s lips, and you remember the loneliness that ate you inside out every night.

Does it look like I’m laughing, Jaebum? I can hardly remember the last time I’ve smiled because of you.

There’s silence.

You can hear him breathing on the other end; sharp, quick intakes of breaths as if he forgot how to breathe. As if he was suffocating.

Suffocating from the emptiness.

When he speaks again, his next words are cracked, broken. Chipped on the edges and hoarse when they leave his throat.

Come back home.

You can’t hold back a mirthless laugh, your voice twisted in a way that you can barely recognize.

Can’t you see, Jaebum? I was always there. Always waiting. It was you who never came back. You were the one who never came back, and guess what?

You take a deep breath, trying to pace yourself and refrain from letting all the bitterness and anger seep into your voice.

I’m finding a new home.

He’s silent, as still as stone. He doesn’t say a word, and you didn’t expect him to.

You hang up the phone, and Jaebum can’t help but to think that the flat line sounds a lot like a final goodbye.

He wouldn’t sign the papers.

He wouldn’t give up on you. Not without a fight.

No, he wouldn’t give up on you at all.

He wouldn’t let you walk out of his life, just like that.

He forgets that he did the exact same to you, so many times before.


Jaebum tells you he wants to talk to you first.

Just sign the papers, Jaebum.

He refuses stubbornly, insisting on seeing you to discuss it.

I just want to talk.

You laugh humorlessly, though you’re careful not to wake your sleeping daughter in the next room.

Six months and suddenly you want to talk to me? Is this what it takes?

Your humor is twisted and you suspect you’re not quite right. You’re not sure if it’s because of Jaebum’s absence or his sudden reappearance; if he’s your problem or your solution.

Look, just have lunch with me tomorrow. We’ll settle everything then.

You’re quiet for a moment, contemplating your choices. You wanted this to be quick, clean, and painless - you didn’t want your resolve to crack and you didn’t want to be the weak one anymore.


The word comes out short, clipped, and you want it to scratch him like broken glass.

You tell yourself this is the last time you’re giving in to Jaebum.


You vow to yourself you wouldn’t forget.

You wouldn’t forget every lonely night, every empty morning. You wouldn’t forget the silence that echoed too loudly or the nights when you collapsed with no one to catch you. You wouldn’t forget long days and sleepless nights of trying to raise a child by yourself, of trying to raise yourself. You wouldn’t forget the hopeless waiting, the stupid yearning, the foolish hoping.

You wouldn’t forget what Jaebum had done to you - or rather, what he didn’t do.

You wouldn’t let yourself forget your daughter asking you where’s daddy or coming back home crying because her friend’s dad picked her up and her daddy never came to see her at school and you wouldn’t forget the messy crayon drawings of Jaebum and your family that your daughter buried in her notebooks for him to see but never would, or the memories of her sitting next to the phone every night, waiting for it to ring.

You steeled yourself with these memories and you let them make you stronger instead of break you down.

You wouldn’t let him break you.

Not when he already has.


He’s already there, waiting for you.

You come ten minutes late, just to spite him. Just so he knows what it’s like to wait, to wonder where you are, to feel that flicker of doubt that you had for six months.

He smiles faintly at you, but you are steel and you refuse to bend.

But you can’t help but to notice how his hair is a little longer, a little messier; how his eyes have faint shadows underneath them, how there’s a stubble on his chin - he never did shave until you reminded him - and you notice how there’s something off about him.

The person who sits across from you is a stranger in the body of a man you once knew so well.

“Where’s your ring?”

It’s the first thing he asks you, the first thing he notices. His dark eyes dart to your ring finger, and he sees that it’s bare; a pale strip of skin where the band of gold should be.

He’s not sure why his heart plummets.

“Let’s discuss what we came here for, shall we?”

You’re curt and cold, wanting to get out of there before you broke in front of him.

It’s been so long. You want to reach out and touch his face or hold his hand or just simply feel his touch, but you remind yourself what you were here for. Of what was right.

“About the.. the di - di - ”

The word won’t leave his lips, almost as if he’s afraid he says it out loud, it’ll become reality and crash down onto him.

But you’ve already come to terms of the crumbled remains of what the two of you called a marriage.

“Divorce, yes.”

Jaebum winces when you say the word, and you raise an eyebrow of amusement at his reaction.

“I don’t see why we need it.“

"Of course you don’t see it, Jaebum. You’re never there.”

“I’m on tour, why can’t you understand - ”

Those four words, those four stupid words hits a switch in you, and you find yourself snapping, your next words coming out low and venomous.

“I do understand, Jaebum. Don’t you think for a single moment that I don’t. Because I do. I understand that you have a job and that you have a dream and yes, that requires you to leave. That it requires you to leave for months at a time and that it requires to leave even when you’re here. I understood when you asked me to be your girlfriend, when you asked me to marry you. I knew the terms and conditions; I knew you’d be gone and I knew that for most of the seasons I’d be alone. I understand.”

Jaebum’s lips snap shut and he recoils at your sudden poison.

“But do you understand, Jaebum? Do you understand that you have a family? That it might require some effort even when you’re gone? Do you understand that maybe when I signed up to marry you, I wanted a husband, not a ghost? That our daughter deserves a father and not some stranger in the house? Do you understand that just because you have a dream and just because you have this job, it does not act as an excuse in this family?”

When you’re done, you’re breathless and agitated.

So much for keeping your cool.

But the months of bitterness leave your lips and you can’t help but to feel a little bit lighter.

You don’t consider the idea that you might be a little bit more hollow on the inside.

Jaebum is silent, his eyes downcast, avoiding yours. His lips are pressed tautly together, his hands entwined with each other, knuckles white.

After a moment, he finally responds.

“I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

You slam him down, and you can’t deny that it feels good for a moment, to have him hurt as you did. To hurt him as he did to you.

You ignore the guilt that tries to seep into your bones.

“I can change.”

“No, you can’t.”

“There was a time when you thought I could.”

“That was before you let me down, Jaebum.”

His jaw is clenched and he’s starting to shake and you think you might be starting to break at seeing him like this - so broken, so conflicted, and all because of you.

You want to see him break as much as you want to see him fly and all you can do is hope you don’t shatter before he does.

His words are soft and haunted, a shaking whisper.

“You’re killing me here.”

“Then I’m already dead.”

He looks up at you then, his bright eyes starting to swim with tears. You will yourself not to drown like you did so many times before.

“Just - please, Jaebum. Please sign the papers. It’s all I ask of you. It’s all I’ll ever ask of you again.”

You whisper, trying to keep the emotion out of your voice. You push the papers closer to him, and he looks at them, chin quivering.

He looks defeated.

“It’s for the best, Jaebum.”

His hands are still knotted in his lap, making no move to pick up the pen in front of him.

“What about - what about..?”

His words are hoarse and trembling, though he tries to control himself. He tries to control his tears from falling and you try to do the same.

You can’t remember the last time you saw Jaebum cry.

You can’t remember the last time you were the reason for his tears.

Things change, you suppose.

It doesn’t make it hurt any less though.

“She’ll be with me. But you can still see her - when you’re here you can have her for half the week or for weekends and when you’re not I’ll take care of her. We’ll work something out.”

“But we can’t work this out?”

“You’ve given me nothing to work with, Jaebum.”

You’re hurting him and if this was a battlefield then he would be bleeding on the ground.

But you don’t let yourself forget the scars he gave you; the ones that still haven’t quite stopped bleeding.

“So that’s it? You’re just taking everything?”

His voice is getting steadier now, the trembling subsiding. He stops sinking into his seat and he starts looking at you, and you meet his stare, refusing to back down.

“It’s nothing you haven’t left behind already.”

You raise your chin stubbornly, though your knees are shaking in your seat.

You just wanted to get out of there, to leave Jaebum’s piercing eyes before they broke you again, to forget what it was like to be so close to him again.

“So everything we had.. everything was nothing to you?”

His words are whispers, dark brown eyes boring into yours.

“What was it to you?”

You refuse to back down to his stare, no matter how nervous it made you, no matter how many butterflies erupted in your stomach.


His answer is simple, the word almost light amidst the heaviness of the conversation.

“It didn’t feel like it.”

Your words are hard and biting as you remember the nights alone in the empty bed, of counting down the days on the calendar, of waiting for a phone call that never came.

“Then what did it feel like to you? What did you feel when I held you in my arms when I came out of the airport? What did you feel when I made you mine, when you accepted me, welcomed me? What did you feel on the night of our wedding, when we exchanged vows, when you walked down that aisle? What was that feeling?”

His voice grows stronger, though his volume never increases. His eyes bore into yours, his voice low, his frame no longer weak and sinking into his chair.

“Tell me, what did you feel?”

“We were young and stupid and it was a rash decision and we were foolish and we moved too fast and - ”

The excuses you rehearsed so many times in your head fall out of your lips, tumbling like an avalanche - hardly the eloquence you hoped for.

His words were threatening to crack you.

“What did you feel?”

“I felt love, Jaebum. I felt love when I kissed you at that stupid altar and I felt love when you got down on one knee. I felt love when you kissed me, I felt love when you returned home and when you laid down next to me.”

There’s a tremble in your voice that you hate, but at least you get the solidity of the words out.

“That’s the thing, Jaebum. I felt it. It was there, but now.. now it’s gone. What I feel now is loneliness. Emptiness.”

His next words are barely a whisper, his eyes sad.

“Why did you let it go?”

“Why did you take it away?”

You answer his question with one of your own, and you can see the frustration and sadness and anger in his eyes; the same reflecting in your own.

“Please, Jaebum. I came here to get the papers back with your signature on this. Don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

“And I came to fix this. Why take the easy route of destruction when we can rebuild?”

“There’s nothing left, Jaebum.”

“Then we’ll start from scratch again.”

There’s a faintest hint of a smile on his lips, the smallest rays of hope in his eyes.

“I don’t want to build something only to have it broken again.”

“I don’t want to leave a mess of perfectly good parts lying around.”

You glare at him, and you think you might be imagining it, but you think you see his smile grow, just a little.

“You had your chances, Jaebum.”

“So you’re just going to do this to our family? Tear us apart like this? What about our daughter? What about us?”

“It’s nothing you haven’t already torn apart, Jaebum.”

“I can fix it.”

“We’re not a car, Jaebum. Some things.. some things should just stay broken.”

“We’re not ‘some things’. We’re something more than that.”

“Don’t be delusional.”

“Don’t be a pessimist.”

You sigh in frustration, your banter getting you nowhere you wanted it to.

When you look at Jaebum, he’s not smirking like you thought he would be. He’s looking at you intently, hope in his eyes and the smallest smile on his lips.

He leans over and encases your hands in his; the feeling of his hands over yours foreign yet so strangely familiar all at once, like reading a line off a forgotten book that once held so much meaning to you before you hid it on a shelf to gather dust.

“Just one chance. Just one. That’s all I’m asking of you.”

He’s pleading with you, and you will your resolve not to crack.

“That’s one more than you deserve, Jaebum.”

“Then find it in your heart to pity me. I’m not asking you to forgive me - I know I screwed up and I know I was an idiot and I’m sorry I’m sorry - and I know the last thing I deserve right now is forgiveness.”

You’re silent, pursing your lips.

But you don’t move your hands from his, either.

“I’m asking for you to let me fix things. To own up to my mistakes. To change - and I know you think I can’t, but that’s the first thing I want to change.”

He smiles at you, the light slowly returning into his eyes.

“I love you. And I know I’m terrible at showing it and I know I’m a crap husband and a crap father and that the two of you deserve better but you know I’ve always been a stubborn, selfish little shit and that I could never let either you go.”

“I’m not asking for you to love me again. I’m not asking you to move back in. I’m asking for you to let me work on this, one day at a time. I’ll sleep alone. I’ll give you space. And then maybe I’ll call when you’re comfortable. And we’ll work it up to a visit. I don’t care if it takes months or years; I’m not leaving until I make it right.”

His fingers start to rub against your knuckles softly, and you can’t help but to relax, to melt under his touch.

“And - and if I screw it up, if I screw anything up, then I’ll sign those papers. I promise.”

He sounds sad, but his voice is sincere, and you can’t help but to believe him.

“I always keep my promises.”

You raise an eyebrow at him at his statement, and he catches it, a small, humorless chuckle leaving his lips.

“I know you don’t think that way, but I do. I remember every promise I made you, from those late nights when we were seventeen to the promises I made to you at the altar. I know I haven’t been very good at keeping them, but I don’t intend on breaking them. I meant every word. I mean every word. I love you.”

He looks at you, eyes full of hope, and you think you’ve melted.


You’re quiet, the word barely leaving your lips. You almost hope Jaebum doesn’t catch it.

You hate yourself for giving in, but you can’t help but to love the beam that blooms on Jaebum’s face; his features lightening instantly, melting away to the epitome of happiness and relief.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t. Thank you.”

Almost by instinct, he leans over and envelops you in a bone-crushing hug.

You’re instantly immersed in his scent and his arms and in him, and it was like falling all over again.

He tenses when he realizes what he’s done, afraid of stepping over the line.

But you find yourself relaxing in his arms, the smallest of smiles starting to spread on your lips.

It wasn’t home, not quite yet - but for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that one day, maybe it could be again.

@notyourlaura requested Hermione and Fleur for the female ships headcanons and I got v carried away alright

  • ok lbh Hermione would have very mixed feelings about Fleur when they first met
  • But Fleur would fucking fall in love Hermione immediately I am 110% on this
  • Hermione’s confused bisexual heart would be in turmoil because like ‘she is too pretty, and she’s a veela, and she’s not that impressive I mean yeah she’s in the triwizard tournament but like whatever and why does she keep talking to me is she trying to get one over on Harry like what
  • And as sweet and lovely and pretty and fiery as Fleur is she would be tragic at wooing someone because all her life she never had to try, men just sort of fell for her, even if her english wasn’t perfect or she said something wrong they still liked her, so she is just a mess with Hermione
  • Fleur would talk to all her Beauxbaton friends about how smart and lovely and pretty Hermione is but anytime she tried to say something to Hermione she would mess up and insult her because her english is still a process
  • ‘She said my hair was terrifying’ But like she meant terrific or something equally ridiculous
  • Viktor takes and interest in Hermione too and him and Fleur get low key really competitive over her attention
  • Like to the point where literally everyone knows except Hermione, who sort of knows that Viktor is interested but is still pretty convinced Fleur hates her or something
  • But then also she knows Fleur doesn’t hate her but she also doesn’t know like?? why is this pretty girl talking to me and why is she insulting me again and why does she look so nice while she’s insulting me what is going on
  • Ron would be hella bitter ok because he still has a thing for Hermione and she’s ‘fraternizing with the enemy/enemies’ 
  • And he would insult Viktor and Hermione would be annoyed and then he would insult Fleur and Hermione would go 0-100 in a heartbeat 
  • and then later she would be like ‘im just being truthful’ after roasting tf out of Ron as if she hadn’t just let him rant about Viktor for like fifteen minutes and her only response to that was just to roll her eyes and ignore him
  • Hermione goes to the Yule Ball with Viktor because when Fleur tries to bring up the Yule Ball she is trying to ask if Hermione has been asked by anyone but says ‘You haven’t been asked, no?’ and Hermione had literally just had a conversation with Ron who had assumed she wouldn’t get asked so she thinks Fleur is doing the same thing and she just goes off
  • And Fleur is like?? both upset that she upset her but also like ‘wow look at her hair when she’s angry it sparks and her accent is so pretty and I wonder what it would feel like to kiss her’
  • So Fleur would go alone to the Yule Ball and she would dance with whoever she wanted and she would literally stare at Hermione from the moment she arrived to the moment she left the ballroom
  • Oh my god when she found Hermione crying she would, like, aggressively bolster her up
  • (Fleur would be the type whose pep-talks are like ‘you are literally perfect and everyone around you is fucked and you don’t need them–no, stop saying you did something wrong, you literally do nothing wrong ever shut up you’re perfect and this is everyone else’s fault’ even if the person she’s talking to literally does everything wrong all the time)
  • And because Fleur is angry that Hermione’s upset she’s not as flustered so she can speak easier and she can actually get her thoughts accross correctly
  • Hermione would listen to it and correct her on her grammar because obviously she would do that and internally she would be freaking out like??? ‘why is she being nice?? oh my god she’s so pretty and now she’s nice oh my god’ she would be so overwhelmed
  • When Hermione is Viktor’s most important person in the second challenge Fleur would be absolutely devastated because obviously that means they’re in love and she doesn’t stand a chance
  • (Her sister notices the pining looks she is sending in Hermione’s direction after the second challenge and she would ask about it and immediately regret it because Fleur would go on for, like, an hour, because at least in French she can articulate how beautiful Hermione is to her and her sister is the only person she can talk to about it now because all her friends have told her that they have heard enough about Hermione oh my god)
  • She would go to Hermione basically to say ‘I respect your decision and if you want me to leave you alone I will’
  • She rehearses the words because she wants to say it right this time
  • And oh my god Hermione would sit there in petrified silence because her little confused bisexual heart would be like…running around in circles and screaming 
  • It would definitely be one of those ‘are you flirting with me?’ ‘I have been for the past four months but thanks for noticing’ situations oh my god
  • Hermione would tentatively offer for Fleur to tell her in french, because once Fleur finds out Hermione thought she hated her she’s trying to explain that she doesn’t, but she’s nervous, so she keeps messing it up
  • And Fleur would just like…stop…like…you understand french?? are?? are you serious this is so much easier
  • and she would just like wax poetic about Hermione for like five solid minutes as Hermione tries to keep up because like yeah she knows some french but oh my god please stop talking so fast did you just call me angelic what is going on??
  • when they start dating Fleur would be so extra oh my god she would be around Hermione all the time and she would compliment her in french if she couldn’t think of the word in english and her and Hermione would have these odd half english half french conversations that no one can quite keep up with
  • Fleur smiling like a damn fool everytime Hermione corrects her grammar 
  • Hermione kissing Fleur everytime a guy is staring at Fleur not exactly because she’s jealous but because she knows Fleur hates it when guys stare at her so she doesn’t want her to notice so she just kisses her to make her happy
  • Fleur begging Hermione to let her play with her hair and Hermione doesn’t want her to but then when she finally does Fleur manages to wrestle it into impressively pretty braids so Hermione just lets her play with her hair all the time and Fleur is loving it
  • Ron would still be bitter but he wouldn’t say anything because Hermione would hex the shit out of him
  • Harry would ship fleur and hermione so hard oh my god he would be rooting for them so hard
  • Fleur and Hermione would be such a power couple I’m so in love with them oh my god

You’ve Got The Wrong Man

Warnings: T

[read it on ao3]

AN: Set in IzunaIsAlive!AU and beta’ed by the lovely @redhothollyberries!


Sypnosis: Madara’s attempt at courtship is awkward at best.


Madara is twenty-three years old when he starts thinking about settling down.

It’s not so much the societal pressure that pushes him to (even though he’s aware that when his parents were his age Izuna was already running around kicking and screaming), and it’s not so much Hashirama practicing how to conjure geraniums at will that prods him to either.

It’s looking forward to crashing the Senju brother’s lunchbreak, three days a week, and watching the crinkle of Tobirama’s eyes when he chuckles. It’s the poking and jabbing, deliberately and with glee, at Tobirama over a cup of tea, inciting him until he’s about to throw a kunai at Madara.

It’s a certain smile, a certain head tilt, from a certain hard-headed Senju that certainly sends his heart pounding like drumming song.

Then one day, it hits him.

Madara’s bent forward, winded from a pretty nasty kick to his sternum when he looks up. There is sweat streaking down the marks on Tobirama’s face. His eyes are slanted and focused, vicious red lined with dark black eyelashes. The grind of his teeth promises pain, and the stern line of his jaw promises efficiency.

Gritty, fierce and deadly.

Oh no. Madara chokes on air, breathless for a completely different reason. Oh hell no.

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Syndisparklez Fluff Fic

1600+ words

No Warnings

To say that this Q&A session was embarrassing would be the understatement of the year. He figured a Q&A with his mom would lead to the inevitable embarrassing childhood stories and secrets, but he never expected that he’d have to explain ‘shipping’ as a concept. Nor did he expect to ask if his mom would like to see him and a very much male friend together.

He didn’t have to read Tom’s question either, he could’ve just skipped over it like the many other intrusive questions. But, here they were.

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Bend over (Im Jaebum/JB smut)

Pairing: Im Jaebum/JB x Reader 

Request: No

WC: 1,240

POV: First person


“I won’t do anything any more, I promise.” I said and he nodded and sat up even though he knew it was a lie. He started typing again as I moved to straddle him, I unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt as I started kissing his neck and grinding softly. He sighed softly as his typing got slower and he closed the laptop, put the tablet away and put the papers back in the folder they were in. I looked at him a little confused now because he usually goes along with this a little longer.

He pulled me closer and he kissed me hard as he brushed hair away from my face and he stood up with me. He kissed my neck as he helped me to sit on his desk. He unbuttoned his shirt and put it on his chair as he stood me up again and took off my robe and put it on the floor and he kissed my neck as he unbuckled his belt.

“What do you want me to do?” I moaned as I rolled my head back and my hand gripped the end of the table. “Bend over” He whispered as he threw his belt to the ground.

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markhyuck couple!au (pt.2)

part 2 heh (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

-part one is here: ╰(◡‿◡✿╰)


-not secretly actually

-he goes INSANE with holidays and anniversaries

-he pretends he doesnt care about anything bUT HOLIDAYS AND ANNIVERSARIES WOWEE BOI

-he’s like that angry mom yelling at her children to hurry up when relatives are coming over

-except with nct dream

-birthdays are EXTREMELY important to him

-he threw mark a surprise party once and jisung worked so hard, he fell asleep halfway through the party

-but to be fair, hae was SO strict






-jaemin only sassed him to make hae say that but nO ONE TELL HIM

-when mark found out about the surprise party he started tearing up and was like “fuk my heart i love everybody so much”

-he asked who organized it but hae stopped everybody from responding by screaming “EVERYBODY”

-mark knew it was hae tho so he makes sure to give hae extra kisses when nobody is watching ♡

-i explained last time that they like cuddling but i didnt go in depth with it


-so hae’s always the smaller spoon, i said that last time

-he couldlve easily been the bigger spoon (theyre like the same height lmao) but he likes being the smaller spoon bc he really likes the warm and safe feeling he gets in his chest when mark hugs him close

-before they dated, hae always crawled into mark’s bed in the middle of the night if he couldnt sleep bc he was scared or worried about something

-mark let hae sleep beside him and wouldnt ever push hae to talk about something he didnt want to

-after going to him in the middle of the night so many times, he just began to saw mark as this safe haven he can always go to

-so whenever hae has a problem or is vvvv distressed, he always goes to mark

-but mark ends up always going to him bc he just knows when hae needs him

-they can communicate silently it’s tERRIFYING

-ok back to cuddling

-they cuddle whenever theyre together and alone (hae hates skinship, i said it last time)

-sometimes theyll watch like videos together in mark’s bed and theyll be cuddling

-and hae falls asleep or somethin

-mark really likes hugging him when he’s asleep bc hae becomes a big, warm teddy bear

-they probably go on pokemon go dates

-theyre EXTREMELY competitive when it comes to pokemon go


-mark usually laughs and shoves him and says “shut up” but boy

-he straight up screamed “FUCK YOU KIM DONGHYUCK IM LEAVING YOU” and ran away with his phone in his hand, desperately searching for farfetch’d

-he ended up falling over so hae tsked and promised he’d help him find one

-i STRONGLY STRONGLY think that mark babies the dream team a lot

-but sometimes he just needs someone to baby him ya feel??

-hae 10000000% babies him

-he makes sure that mark’s dresses appropriately for outside and sasses him if he doesnt

-”bitch ur wearing a sweater and it’s 30 degrees outside do you wanna fight me or smth”

-”lol fuk u hae” -mark, as he changes into a t-shirt


-he likes booping hae’s nose bc hae gets really mad

-BUT it looks like a lil kid getting mad bc they didnt get candy oMG!!!!

-hae probably gets jealous when mark gets shipped with another member

-”how dare u get shipped with MY boyfriend!! do our fans not see how PERFECT i am with him they can fiGHT ME!!!!”

-they probably recommeend music to each other

-mark NEVER gets jealous

-they probably do that thing where they try to steal things from each other

-like, mark will have his phone in his hand and hae will snATCH THAT SHIT

-and then mark will try to snatch it back and if he cant, he’ll like, grab hae’s phone

-they have each other’s phone for the rest of the day bc theyre too stubborn to return them

-mark probably texts stuff like ‘hey me hehehehehEHEHEHEHE’ and hae tells him to shut up

-sometimes theyll text from different rooms instead of talking face to face and when they do, theyll ocassionally yell out “SHUT UP” or “FUCK OFF” at each other

-sometimes they just fling pillows instead of screaming

-someone can ask them ANYTHING about the other and they already know the answer

-”oh hey mark do you know where hae is?”

-“lol no”

-“oh i was just gonna ask him what he wanted from starbucks”

-”venti caramel frap with a double shot of espresso and mint”

-”… ok”

-hae probably ‘borrows’ a lot of stuff from mark too

-he’ll see mark wearing a zipup hoodie one day and be like “omg can i wear that”

-mark’s just like “uh lol ok idc”

-he never gets the hoodie back

-they have a lot of inside jokes when each other and when they see something that reminds them of a certain inside joke, they look at each other IMMEDIATELY and burst out laughing

-if they ever get a dog together, theyll fight over who has to walk it

-”hae walk the dog”




-they end up walking it together

-like always

-tl;dr, still the dorkiest couple ever ♡

anonymous asked:

Omg, during the ice cream on the couch scene after they kiss, even though melissa quickly looks up at the tv, chris is like stuck in the moment or something, but he keeps smiling for like an extra second and THEN he looks up at the tv!!! Im dyingggg😍😍😍😭😭😭

Omg yes,I noticed that too!!!😍 l love that whole scene it felt so natural so real,I was screaming!!! Karamel your Melwood is showing!! did you hear his soft moan in that scene,when they kissed??!! I swear they want me dead.I love the Karamelwood scenes those where you can’t tell whether is Karamel or Melwood♥.And all the unscripted kisses??!! the“Come here” scene and the way he was looking at her. I didn’t want to get involve I tried and failed so hard!!, I mean i know it’s weird shipping them irl but I couldn’t help myself not after all those Karamel scenes,their chemistry is out of this world 😉 😁.I try to not share paps pics on this blog,we all enjoyed those pictures and we’re so happy for them but the way they were outed was awful!and the fact that there’s a pap outside their apartment waiting for them everyday it’s disgusting,they had what they wanted,the confirmation(and a lot of money for those pics too) what else do they need?just leave them alone!!.I think I reblogged just one set of those pics a few weeks ago sorry I got overexcited but that was all!! Anyway I love them so much and all I want is for them to be happy.I think I’m taking too much here!!  shut up Tini 😁

anonymous asked:

Jungkook + 14, 28 and 29 (Reader getting denied)

I hope you enjoy it! ^^

~~ ADMIN Abbie

JUNGKOOK +  Sexting, BJ, Orgasm Denial (reader)

You were bored… extremely bored, You didn’t understand! was it even possible for a person to be this bored?!?! You looked at your phone and saw that your boyfriend has snap-chatted you.

You unlocked your phone and looked at the message, It was him looking hot…very very hot. His shirt was falling off his shoulders and he was sweating a lot and he was biting his lip. The message said.

“Practicing hard! be home soon”

Now this was just cruel…Not only were you beyond bored now! you were turned on. He always took pictures like that, he knows that it turns you on and he loves to tease you about it later. 

Since you were bored and turned on, Also you were slightly pissed he was doing this. You decided to have a little fun, You were laying on the bed and you were wearing one of his t-shirts and that was it. You had nice lace black panties on as well but no bra.

You brought you leg up just a bit and laid on you back and took the picture showing a little bit of your upper thigh. The message said.

“hurry home! i miss you!!”

 It didn’t take him long to respond to the message, He was making a sexy face that only turned you on more and it said.

“Don’t be sending me pictures like that…you know what it does to me”

This time you sat up straight and lifted on leg up and keep the other one down ( kinda like a frog XD) You lifted up you phone and took the picture and said.

“Then come home and show me what it does to you”

You were getting more turned on just by the thought of what could happen when he gets home. You could feel yourself getting wet and you had to hold your self back from feeling yourself, Jungkook didn’t like it when you did that. Something about only he is aloud to do that to you.

He responded quickly again and this time it was him lifting up his shirt just a little bit, and the message said.

“Be home soon…Don’t move, Don’t change, Don’t do anything i wouldn’t like! You’re asking for it babe”

And that was that, you were completely turned on now. You wanted him so bad your body was already reacting to his words. This was the effect he had on you, your body craved his touch from day one.

A few minutes later and Jungkook was finally home, You heard him throw his things done and remove his shoes. His footsteps inched closer to the bedroom and your heart began to beat faster.

He came into the bedroom and placed his arm on the wall and looked at you with lustful eyes.

“Are you ready?”

“Stop talking and get over here already.”

You needed him, your body needed him. He walked over to you and pinned you down onto the bed while kissing your lips passionately. His hands removed your shirt quickly and you took off his as while. 

He started kissing down your neck and then started sucking on your breasts, You moaned out his name. You could feel his member rubbing against your thigh.

“You seem like you have a bit of a problem…Let me help you.”

You pushed him off you and he fell onto his butt, You grabbed the him of his sweats and boxers and slid them off and threw them across the room. You softly kissed the top of his hard member and then took it in your mouth whole. You felt him moan out your name as he grabbed your hair.

He started pushing your head up and down, And soon enough he just started pounding into your mouth. You felt him tense and his seed exploding into your mouth.


You did as you  were told and swallowed everything he had, he then released your hair and flipped you over.

“Good girl..”

He leaned down and kissed your sensitive nub sweetly, His hand traveled down and he stuck two fingers in.

“Now let me pleasure you”

He started kissing, licking and sucking on your clit making you scream out his name. His fingers continued to pound into you harshly making you closer and closer to your climax.

“J-Jungkook i-im about to-”

“No…not yet…not until i say so.”

You tried hard to hold back your climax, But then he added another finger and his other hand grabbed your breast. Your body was going crazy, You couldn’t hold back much longer.


“NO! just wait a little longer”

You were a screaming mess, Your  back was arched and your were squeezing the blankets so hard they came un-tucked  from the bed. Your world was starting to go white.


Before he could even finish his sentence you came hard and long, Your back arched up higher and you screamed his name.

Afterwards Jungkook cuddled up next to you and pulled you close to his body and pulled the covers over you two.

“I should send you sexy pictures more often..” you said

“Yes….yes you should.”

And with those last words you fell asleep in his arms knowing that you were the happiest and luckiest girl in the world.

~~ I HOPE YOU LIKED THAT ^^ please keep requesting! love doing requests for you all :) love you guys!!

So, my friend watched Wicked for the first time and was messaging me all throughout it... These are actual messages I received that basically describe all of Wicked.
  • Her: But why the fuck is it so dark like is it supposed to be or did they not turn the lights on yet or
  • Her: WOOOO.
  • Her: okay more singing
  • Her: This fairy chick looks like Emily Osment.
  • Her: Dem vocals hot damn.
  • Her: Aw poor green skinned lady. No one likes you.
  • Her: AWH THAT'S SAD.
  • Her: Elphaba that's who she is okay.
  • Her: Okay who is this prissy bitch who has fancy fucking clothes like 'I got a private suite huehue'.
  • Her: Fuck off.
  • Her: I hope someone spills something on your fancy clothes cunt.
  • Her: Okay so greenbean over here has magic powers.
  • Her: Ugh prissy bitch is back.
  • Her: Stop singing cunt no one gives a fuck. Not even "mumsy and Popsicle" or whatever you fucking said.
  • Her: Good loathe each other.
  • Her: WHAT.
  • Her: Ugh Elphie just kick her in the ass already. Make her loathe the footprint on the back of her dress.
  • Her: Is. Is that professor um, A goat.. Thing.
  • Her: It's GAlinda. With a GA.
  • Her: Okay who's the queer who did the gay handshake.
  • Her: He's so gay. Don't tell me he isn't.
  • Her: oh my gOD THOSE DANCE MOVES
  • Her: Oh please, Galinda is his cover up.
  • Her: Did prissy bitch just kiss rich boy.
  • Her: Okay Bock. Or Bach. What the fuck ever. Better not be messing with wheelchair girl's feelings.
  • Her: Oh is she being nice. Or weird. Idk both.
  • Her: Awh are they gonna be all friendly.
  • Her: Lesbians.
  • Her: I ship them.
  • Her: Green Bean + Prissy Bitch 5eva.
  • Her: LESBIANS.
  • Her: This bitch runs off to scream into a pillow omfg.
  • Her: Galinda what the fuck are you doing.
  • Her: N o. Not Rich Boy and Green Bean.
  • Her: Don't fall in love. Stop. Get away from each other.
  • Her: WHAT. WHnaojsalnaNO. WHAT.
  • did you just tell her to shut up. Excuse you ungrateful bitch.
  • Her: what happened to her shoEHAHWN WALKING.
  • Her: I want a Boq.
  • Her: NESSA STOP.
  • Her: My. Fucking. Feels.
  • Her: Rich boy don't love you, prissy bitch.
  • Her: What's going on.
  • Her: CAT FIGHT.
  • Her: IM GONNA CRY. STOP. I'm gonna cry.
  • Her: I'm crying. That's it. I'm done.
  • Her: Im gonna throw myself in front of a bus.
  • Her: I'm not gonna make it.
  • Her: Stop fucking hugging ugh. Fuck this whole fucking musical.

anonymous asked:

Briller for the questions please?

Who is the most affectionate? Defs Miller I mean have you seen the way he like holds the back of Bryan’s neck and the sides of his face???

Originally posted by rorgers

(the lack of gifs of these two kill me plz)
Big spoon/Little spoon? I wanna say Miller is big spoon because in the beginning of the latest ep Bryan looked so snuggly and adorable ugh

Most common argument? “You’re not funny okay!” “then why are you laughing?” “I’M NOT YOU FUCKING JACKASS” or maybe “Why the FUCK did you steal that?” “I DON’T KNOW I PANICKED” “weLL GO PUT IT THE FUCK BACK” “NO YOU DO IT” “I DIDN’T GOD DAMN STEAL IT!”
Favorite non-sexual activity? I know so little about them ugh it hurts but ima say couch chill out time between guard shifts??

Originally posted by matthewdaddarrio

Who is most likely to carry the other? Miller insisting on piggy back rides and Bryan is like no you’re fat and Miller acts all shocked and hurt until he agrees to it
What is their favorite feature of their partner’s? Bryan loves Miller’s facial hair (im sure it feels lovely) and Miller loves Bryan’s neck (why is that thing I am now deciding upon idk but i like it)
Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? I want Bryan to call Miller Nate just to piss him off so Miller gets his revenge by calling him boobear in front of Jasper and it follows him to his grave (casually knocks on wood Jroth if you touch my child I will cut you)
Who worries the most? Bryan constantly following him everywhere so he doesn’t get himself in to trouble, or at least not alone, but when Bryan gets hurt Miller goes nuts fretting over him

Originally posted by colormayfade

Originally posted by dailyskypeople

Originally posted by hundredgifs

Originally posted by moonstruck-me

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Bryan being a lil hubby that always picks up Miller’s orders when he has to work late downtown (why does Miller give me such policeman vibes?)

Who tops? Bryan you precious little bottom you

Originally posted by alittlebiteverything

Who initiates kisses? Can i reiterate MILLER GRABBING HIS HUBBY’S FACE AND PULLING HIM IN FOR A SMOOCH but also Bryan doing it too

Originally posted by rorgers

Who reaches for the other’s hand first? I wanna say Bryan on this one like he just likes to randomly grab his hand (maybe even like in front of Bellamy) and Miller gets all huffy about it

Originally posted by got7jacksonwang

Who kisses the hardest? Miller going ham out of nowhere and Bryan is like wait what is happening hmbfghfhjrhb

Originally posted by cutegaygfs

Who wakes up first? Bryan cuz “you like days I like nights” too cute
Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? as above
Who says I love you first? Miller right before he gets locked up - because of course his dad would be taking him in and he’d be kicking and screaming and someone would call Bryan and he’d come sprinting down the halls crying and Miller would just fight even harder to get to him and kiss him and just hold him and say I love you loser and Bryan saying now we have something in common I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

Originally posted by claryalec

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) Miller leaving cheesy jokes that he knows Bryan hates like “what do you call cheese that isn’t yours? Nacho cheese”
Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? OKAY SO I WOULD LIKE TO THINK THAT MILLER WOULD HAVE INTRODUCED BRYAN TO DAVID LIKE “hey so…dad? I’m dating someone…but he’s from farm station…” and David is like “Son, those kids are-” but miller just says “It’s Bryan” and David is like “oh…okay. He’s nice. I like that one. Bring him round for dinner tomorrow night.” and Miller is like “wait what?”
What do their family/friends think of their relationship? I think that David would love Bryan like adopt him as his own better son and everyone else ships them so hard like HAVE YOU SEEN HARPER AND MILLER BEING BFF’S AND BELLAMY IS SO UNDERSTANDING AS TO WHY MILLER LOVES HIM AND NEEDS TO FIND HIM SO BAD

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

Originally posted by watchingtvandstuff

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? Miller on the dance floor dorking it up and Bryan is just standing to the side with Harper like WHY AM I DATING THIS????????? And Miller is like “CUZ I AM THE BOMB” and drags him onto the dancefloor so he can just nerd dance around him
Who cooks more/who is better at cooking? The “fuck it lets get takeout” vibes is strong here
Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? 

Originally posted by jarodjoseph

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times? Am i allowed to just…

Originally posted by jarodjoseph

Who needs more assurance? I wanna say Bryan because he seems like the kind of good guy that needs constant assertion that he’s doing the right thing you feel me?

Originally posted by bell-clarke

What would be their theme song? I honestly have no clue but ima take a stab in the dark here and go with something I love that is about just fitting together as complete opposites also this just screams Miller to me

“Eat a pill stay and chill, you don’t need to go
I’m about to bring emo back if you leave my home
I’d panic at the disco and you’d rather watch a TV show
Then I’ll squeeze your booty real hard like I’m kneading dough
Pizza boy, I’m speeding for ya
We can get married tonight if you really wanna
Me in a cheap suit like a sleazy lawyer
And if you break this lil’ heart, it’d be an honour”

Who would sing to their child back to sleep? Miller - bless my gentle babies heart

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Miller would be sooooooooo grumpy I mean come on all his grumpy stern looks in season 1 and 2 and then season 3 while theyre fighting but he lit up like a fucking shooting star in that cave and idk with Bryan I need to know more about him

Originally posted by bell-clarke

Originally posted by natharmiller

look at that grumpy lil sass bean ugh
one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart One of them dying IDK it’s just the type of poor writing decisions I can see happening (again fight me) this season
one headcanon about this OTP that mends it Them becoming main characters in season 4? Or is it too early to ask

I’ll Be Productive With You

@cindybuuh requested: Hi! A new follower, and stalker.. Eheh.. I really like your blog, so I was wondering if you could make me a scenario with whoever you ship me with in Got7? - And if you don’t do ship, then my apologise; Anyways A little about me - My Name is Cindy, I’m 20, 5'7 tall, curly hair, half Thai, and part Irish/Danish, I also have tattoos - I’m in college studying business, I sing a little and I’m a total goofball! - Thanks anyways! :)

Hey Cindy! Thank you so much for your request! Thank you so much for being my very first request too! ^.^ I haven’t really done shipping before, but I’m totally up for it. Based on what you told me, I decided to ship you with JB. He seems to be on the more serious side, so I think it would balance well with your goofiness. Plus, he does play around with his other members sometimes, so it’s not like he’s super serious. Also, I think it would be really cute if you guys could sing together *squeals.* I hope you liked the scenario I chose. I feel a little self-conscious about it, since this was my first time doing this. I wasn’t quite sure what you wanted, but I did my best. Also, just a warning, I did write smut, since I wasn’t sure if you wanted it or not. I hope you enjoy! :D

Summary: You and JB get assigned to do a group project together. When you meet up to work on it together, you guys get a little distracted and have fun with each other.

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sexual Content

Length: 1414

“For the group assignment I have posted your partners on the list on the board. After class, I encourage you all to find out who your partner is and exchange phone numbers,” the professor announced. The entire class groaned in response. Part of the advantages of being a college student was being able to pick your own seats and your own groupmates for projects, but there was always that one teacher who thought it would be fun to ruin people’s lives.

After the class was dismissed, you walked up to the board to see who your partner was. You hung back a little, since the entire class was eager to find their partner and leave as soon as possible. You didn’t mind waiting though. It would make it much easier to sort through the crowd and find your partner anyway. When the crowd thinned out, you finally approached the board, feeling that it was safe to do so. You skimmed through the list until you saw your name. Then you looked to see who your partner would be. It read: Jaebum Im.

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The Final Problem


Wow. I’ve always made it my mission to take a positive outlook on bad stuff in fandoms and after having heard about TFP I was, to put it lightly, fucking terrified.

I did not need to be.

Ok so yes, I was hoping with my whole heart that johnlock could become canon. And I wanted more of the “Sherlock deduction with floaty text”

But overall I’m not disappointed.
Hear me out;
So johnlock didn’t become canon. But in a way, it wouldn’t really have fitted. This show us always been about Sherlock and his brain, but more specifically, Sherlock and his brain vs Sherlock and his emotions. John was clearly the first person Sherlock really loved, and he has represented Sherlock’s heart the whole way through. Don’t get me wrong, I do believe they love each other (and I ship johnlock so. Fucking. Hard). But this show isn’t about romance, it’s about crime and deduction and intelligence vs emotions. This episode gave us so much great stuff; and it was actually a great episode.

Let’s make a list of the good moments:
- “this is a family issue” “THATS WHY HE’S HERE”
- the flashback was cool (also, mycroft never directly lying)
-everyone automatically agreeing that the priority is saving Mrs Hudson
- Sherlock and John looking Damn Fine while hijacking that boat
- the moment when you realise the glass isn’t there
- that joke about banter
- the whole scene with having to decide who would shoot the man was super intense and good, even if it was also super sad
- mycroft trying to piss Sherlock off so he would shoot him. That scene was really intense, and when I realised what he was doing I screamed.
- Sherlock calling her bluff and deciding to shoot himself rather than his brother or BF(F)
- John figuring out he was in a well was lowkey rly funny. Like just look up dude
- the redbeard reveal. I yelled “THATS SO FUCKED UP” in front of my parents but wow
- the girl on the plane reveal. I was torn for feeling sorry for her throughout the episode and this was really sad.
- the post rescue scene that was SUPER MYSTRADE-Y. IM DYING THAT WAS SO FUNNY AND GOOD
- Mary in the “miss you” tape
- the whole end scene (more on that in a minute)

Sherlock’s sister.
People have been saying since the start that Sherlock has too much empathy to be a sociopath, and that he is actually quite emotional. This was the final proof, a glimpse at what a Sherlock who had no compassion or caring, who didn’t understand human emotions, would be like. And it was brilliant. The whole premise of the episode was great and Euros was the perfect mix of terrifying and incredibly pitiful. I loved it, I loved her and I loved the resolution to her story.

The final scene.
What can I say? Everything was perfect, rebuilding the flat, raising the baby, their friends coming to visit. No, there wasn’t a johnlock kiss. But Mary is officially the biggest johnlock shipper and I’m satisfied. Because it showed them together, solving crimes, living together, raising a baby together and in the end, isn’t that what this show is about? Not Sherlock and John having kinky sex, but Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson in 221B Baker Street.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Are there any bully/enemies to lovers fics? Or any high school/college au's in general (preferably chaptered)? I've read most of the ones you've recced before btw. Thanks! <3

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Hello hello! yesyes, there are a lot of these we haven’t recced before actually (’: also delayed admin q would like to welcome admin L to the family <333!!

College au:

  • Love Me Right - football player!jongin yesyesyeysyes admin j actually put this fic here so i have to thank her for introducing me to this phENOMENAL fic <3 ily admin j ;A; + the development in the plot & characters is so beautiful ughhh
  • What Would I Do Without You - a v smutty fic hurrdyhurrdyhurr but aside from that an interesting plot featuring all the mainstream exo ships (ot12)
  • Kiss Your Darlings - ok as a highschool student who aspires to be an english major in university i am in love with this fic;;; the classical literature references and jongin’s character is what really hooks me in - worth a read!!
  • Okay. - “If Jongin were to ever write a book, it would be titled, ‘10 reasons why I love Do Kyung Soo’. AND I AM ALREADY NOSE DEEP INTO THIS FIC GOD DAMN
  • Post-Secondary Education - a long, ot12 fic filled with crack and smut; what’s not to love about this fic?
  • Perfectly Imperfect - Sequel to ^ & is more kaisoo-centric than ot12 ^^
  • Guilty Pleasures - Twilight enthusiast!Jognog x literature major Ksoo I am in love
  • Make Me Understand, s’il vous plaît - a fluffy fic to help melt down the hidden icicles in your hearts huehue + jognog’s character is so adorable help
  • Variations On A Love Song - v cute kaisoo relationship buildup + ksoo being jealous over amber & jongin + krisyeol ((’: oh and a smutty ending to help top things off ahah 

Highschool au:

  • Shh,It’s A Secret - Do kyungsoo finds out the school’s bad boy Kim Jongin is a superhero 0: 
  • Mr Cellophane - School jock, Kim Jongin helps wallflower Do Kyungsoo speak up and have confidence in himself - I haven’t read this yet whoops but there are several comments saying that the plot seemed a bit rushed ^^”
  • Five Nights - Kyungsoo tutors school’s soccer star Jongin so he won’t fall behind in studies (surprisingly no smut)
  • Facade - A long fic with a lot of development between kaisoo. “cold hearted playboy” jongin isn’t what he seems and is envious of Do kyungsoo’s purity. (comments say that the fic gets confusing towards the end)
  • Accidentally In Love - A v adorable fluffy fanfic in which there is an SM High tradition where each student has their initials embroidered onto their ties and if two student were to exchange ties, it means they are together (super cute storyline omg!!)
  • Up Against The Bleachers - Smutty smut in which Kyungsoo tries to make friends with his crush but gets more than he bargained for ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Playing Pretend - Ksoo’s modesty is often misunderstood due to his appearance )-: His home ec teacher pairs him up with arrogant jock, Kim Jongin to act as spouses. 
  • You’re Beautiful (Always) - Jongin gives Ksoo unwanted attention by crushing on him (crushing on him, not crushing him. I can’t word things properly im sorry, i assure you no one decimates anyone in this fic LOL)
  • Hold My Hand, Let Me Know That You’re Still Here - Blind!ksoo lives his life in constant curiosity feat. onesided!baeksoo 
  • Fall Into Place - warning!!: Themes of major homophobia. Do Kyungsoo catches Kim Jongin’s attention. Contains smut!! but who’s complainin’
  • (No Subject) - Jongin is a bit mean and Kyungsoo’s cheeks turn red and cute (◡‿◡✿)

Bully/enemies to lovers au:

  • You’re Supposed To Hate Me - Ksoo hates everything that has to do with jongin’s existence and the male himself. + top!soo 
  • Rivalry - The hate between kaisoo blooms when Kyungsoo accidentally steps on Jongin’s drawing. + tangible sexual tension mmm
  • Sun Scream - Kyungsoo likes to make lifeguard!jongin’s job a living hell.
  • Cry Me a River - Kim Jongin arrives back to his dorm only to be greeted with his drunk nemesis. My emotions were all over the place when i read this fic god damn 
  • Unlikely Friends - Harry Potter!au kaisoo are enemies but their pets keep bringing them together again and again. feat. bff!taohun, slight!suchen & xiuhan.
  • Nostalgia For Innocence - competing CEO’s who have hated eachother ever since a misunderstanding as children.
  • Touch Me - They hate eachother, but aren’t confused as to why it feels so right when sinning together ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • My Forced Boyfriend - Jongin gives Ksoo a hard time and desperate to put an end to this, Ksoo makes a bet he may or may not regret in the future. 
  • Eros and Apollo - In which jognog & ksoo are childhood friends but jognog grows up to be a big smelly bully only to find out that ksoo is actually his soulmate :-)
  • Secret Admirer - Jongin bullies Kyungsoo and Kyungsoo has a secret admirer. (is wanting to say so much more but it’s so easy to spoil this fic ;A;)
  • Life Goes On - will a forced partnership on a school project help ease the tension between Kyungsoo and his bully? 
  • Gonna Make You Mine - basically same plot as ^
  • What Is Love? - Kyungsoo hated school because of Jongin but Jongin feels quite the opposite ^____^
  • Ivy League - Kyungsoo’s parents finally allow him to switch to an elite school after 3 years of bullying, not knowing that one of his bullies followed him! 0: (trigger warning!!selfharm + rape)
  • All I Want Is - Jongin wants Kyungsoo but Kyungsoo hates Jongin (for obvious reasons aka bullying)
  • A Controlled Life - A world in which the government decides what you do with your life, including who your spouse is. Kyungsoo, the school’s #1 bully target is paired with popular guy, Kim Jongin.
  • Best Kept Secrets - Kyungsoo goes through a traumatic experience and stops talking due to severe shock. His step brother, Kim Jongin, makes him go through yet another bad experience jongin you asshole

Hope you enjoy these! probably the longest list i came up with OTL 

- Admin Queen of sudden disappearances

@cellard00rs submitted: I wrote you a drabble inspired by your artwork on your main and the artwork by @elligy (as well as the song ‘Lifeforms’ by Daughter) and THEN I realized it’s probably not supposed to be Stancest-y - so rather than post it and possibly upset peeps I decided to just send it to you via a submission! ;)

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College Nozonicoeli pt 5

Part 5: In which Nico expresses how much she hates college and NozoEli try to save the school and their relationship with Nico (still cr! Nozomi :> bc i love cr nozomi…)

NozoNicoEli struggling to finish their homework:

  • Nico is absolutely terrible at doing homework/studying, only because she gets distracted every five minutes gazing at her beautiful girlfriends. Hello late assignments, hello angry project mates (tho they tend to forgive her bc Nozoeli usually are her partners). She works hard when she is paired with others tho!! 
  • Eli is a workaholic. She feels uncomfortable if she doesn’t do anything. Ends up Eli finishes most parts of the projects by herself (Nozonico needs to protect Eli from the hoards of students trying to pair up with Eli). Never underestimate Eli’s popularity in class. Hello beautifully written essays, and hello kisses from Nozonico.
  • Nozomi is really lazy. She wants to help out most of the time but she just gets so so lazy and then procrastinates. Eli hates the fact that Nozomi cooks instead of doing her work because they’ll end up eating yakiniku for meals. Hello papers that smells like food, and hello cuddles from NicoEli.
  • They almost failed a project once because Eli got mad and took over everything so when its presentation time Nozonico were spectacularly speechless. Ever since then Nozonico works their hardest :> since they can’t get help for personal assignments anway and they need to pass.

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