vmin + "I'm telling you that I like you, but you keep thinking that it's a friendly joke, so now I have to proof that I am serious"
“The thing is… I like you,” Jimin finally manages, clasping his sweaty, shaking hands together in his lap.
“Pft, is that all? Why are you so worked up about this? I like you too, buddy,” Taehyung assures him easily.
“No… like, I like you. Romantically,” Jimin clarifies.
Taehyung’s smile flickers only just slightly. “Did Kook put you up to this?” He suddenly cranes his head around violently, looking for the apparent perpetrator. “COME OUT YOU FUCKER, hah hah, very funny, this is what I get for telling that hot girl you had a vestigial tail, I get it.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jimin demands, brows creased. “I am so not kidding. I’ve been psyching myself up to do this for like two months.”
“You two got me good, you can stop now,” Taehyung smiles, wagging his finger at Jimin. “Damn dude, you’re amazing, you really look like you’re about to cry.”
“THIS IS LITERALLY MY WORsT CASE SCENARIO,” Jimin yells over Taehyung’s pleased giggles. “I AM VERY MUCH ABOUT TO CRY.”
“Seriously good acting, you should do porn or something,” Taehyung says, whipping out his phone, presumably to text Jungkook, who is still no where in sight.
“You obtuse little f-” Jimin mutters, running his hands through his hair in frustration. His eyes narrow in thought, and he chews his lip. “Fair warning, if you do not say no, I am about to kiss you.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever dude, I appreciate the commitment to your character, but-”
He is abruptly silenced by the firm press of Jimin’s soft lips against his own. Taehyung’s phone goes clattering to the floor. His eyes wide open in shock and thus are able to confirm that yes, Park Jimin is currently kissing him. And wow yep, that’s quite nice, and, okay,
maybe his lips parted just slightly to slot more easily against Jimin’s, and, sure, maybe his stomach just swooped like he was falling off a cliff.
After a moment, Jimin pulls back tentatively, all his steely resolve melted away and looking very insecure.
“Oh.” Taehyung mutters dumbly.
“Oh… you. You’re…. You did that.”
“….Yeah,” Jimin confirms, searching Taehyung’s face for any sign of an answer and biting the hell out of his lip all the while. Taehyung can’t look away.
if u can, plsplspls write bout the first time eggsy is on a mission as an offical kingsman and every agent thats in the mansion turns up and r completely fucking astounded as eggsy rips the baddies to pieces using his gymnastic skills and roxy is going tHATS MY BEST MATE and merlin has this proud dad look and basically everyone knows not to mess with eggsy bc holy shIT DID U SEE THAT HE SNAPPED A GUYS NECK WITH HIS THIGHS
HAHA YES everyone thinking “alright well yeah this kid saved the world BUT i bet i coulda done it if i had the chance pft he isn’t that great”
and then seeing this and going “oh shit fuck i hope he didn’t hear me say that”
YES I HAVE PLANS FOR THIS (also i hope you don’t mind the bit of merwin at the end i couldn’t help myself. it’s very light i swear don’t worry)
Immediately after V-Day, Kingsman goes into a pseudo-lockdown. Merlin more or less takes over and calls everyone to homebase to regroup. No one is sent out on missions, no one has any assignments–Everyone, though, has to have a psych eval.
“The world’s gone to shit, most of you killed civilians without conscious control, we’ve lost two agents in the past six months, and we were betrayed by our leader,” Merlin recites whenever one of them tries to argue with his decision. “Until you’ve been cleared, you won’t have a mission. So suck it up, go to your assigned meetings, and pass the evaluation before the world is back to its normal level of shittiness.”
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I just don't understand how you can (rightly) call out panels like that, but still justify everything about Grayson. I don't get it. Dick has been brought down so much from the amazing character he was before, it's insulting to him and fans. Not to mention the gross and constant sexualization of his character while belittling all his other skills.
answer below the cut. sorry, this become such a long, long answer probably bc I’ve been avoiding this discussion on fydg but I can’t avoid it forever so here we go, everything spilling out in a mess of emojis and feelings and bad unedited grammar
Summary: Well, Marinette’s secret is out… kinda. So now she needs to earn Chat Noir’s trust.
Genre: pfhuuuu, you tell me… but it’s not angst or tragic so that’s a relief.
AN: My first multi-chapter fanfiction and second fanfiction overall, so… read at your own risk xD Will be OOC here and there, but it’s for plot reasons, or because i’m a little shit and don’t have experience with writing. My little helper was and is and will be in future chapters my twin bro, @flirtacious-cat-noir give him a round of applause, because he has his work cut out for him. (I’M SO THANKFUL BRO, SO THANKFUL!!!) He’s gonna help me with proof reading, and slap at my hand if i’m too bad with characters and help me with some scenes when we get to that part.
Warning: The following fic is OOC and might cuss here and there, but nothing NSFW, so don’t worry.
“Juvia. You don’t have to do this.” Gajeel grumbled as he
sat on his bed, arms crossed.
“Of course she does!” The blue haired girl called out
from his closet. “Juvia has to help Gajeel get ready for his date!”
“I don’t need your help!”
“Yes you do. Otherwise Gajeel would have gone on his date
Gajeel frowned, looking down at his clothes. “What’s wrong with this?”
“Gajeel is going out to a nice restaurant! You can’t wear
“Feh!” Gajeel snorted. “You and your made up rules.”
“Ah!” Juvia emerged from the closet holding out a black
shirt and jacket. “Wear this!”
Gajeel growled. “I told you, I can dress myself. I don’t
need you mothering me!”
Juvia puffed her cheeks out. “Gajeel! Juvia is just
trying to be a good friend. Tell Gajeel, Pantherlily!”
They turned to look down at the kitten who was sitting at
their feet. Even though Gajeel had only adopted him a few weeks ago,
Pantherlily was already getting bigger. He was becoming more agile and
ruthless, to the personal delight of Gajeel.
Pantherlily stared up at Gajeel, unblinking. His eyes
seemed to chastise him.
“Fine.” Gajeel grumbled, snatching the clothes out of Juvia’s
arms. “I’ll try them on.”