it's all the laughing that got me

Guess who’s stuck in line for in and out.. Anynyans, have another list of nonsense while I wait to get my borgers n fries. These are just fun little stuff that are a bit ooc, but makes me happy so idc. Please pardon any mistakes.

□ Lunafreya can handle horror games whilst Noctis acts like they aint scary, but we all know hes lying.
Theyre playing Outlast and they gotta hide in a locker before Chris Walker got them.
Noctis, repeatedly tapping Luna’s shoulder: HES COMING LUNA, YOU GOTTA IN A LOCK- luNA HES RIGHT THERE!!
Lunafreya, laughing softly: its okay!

□ Gladio and Iris read a lot of books together. Honestly, thats the only reason why Iris ever finished her school assigned books because no way is she going to let Gladio one up her.

□ Noctis can sleep at demand. It doesnt matter where he is, if he wants to sleep he will sleep and Ignis will not stop him. Sometimes he sleeps out of spite because “I’m grown. You cant tell me when to go night, night, Iggy.” Meanwhile Ignis is just,“ Gladio, please lay the prince down before he breaks his front teeth.”

□ This is based on the time where my own TL was filled with people making “Thot Police” badges, myself being one. Anyways! Prompto and Noctis took the time to make their own and even got sunglasses. So whenever Gladio is trying to pick up people they come barrel rolling in with sunglasses and whistles blaring to “arrest Gladio.”
Gladio: you need to stop them ignis, theyre..
Ignis, raising his own Thot Police badge: hmm?
Gladio: You gonna do me dirty like too, huh.

□ Noctis wheezes when he laughs. When its really funny, Noctis goes silent, but hes hitting the nearest person.

□ Gladnis// Whenever Ignis needs to “recharge,” hes found sitting on Gladio’s lap or asking to be held. Every time Ignis ask, Gladio drops whatever hes doing for Iggy.

□ Ignoct// They always set aside time in the week where its just them hanging out. No phone calls, no meetings, no nothing but their undivided attention to one and another. They would either sit in silences, though cuddling, whilst reading or going out to eat dinner or stroll around downtown. Just being together and being away from all their respected responsiblity.

□ Prompto makes obscure references that no one gets…. except Cor.
Prompto: Whoa! This is a scary house, wont be shocked if a blue oni comes chasing us down the hall.
Cor, straight face: Hopefully, theres a closet big enough for all of us.
Prompto, on the verge of tears: youre… this is why youre my fave..
Everybody else is just ??? Okay??

fireflies | M

Contains: fluff, smut {punk!taehyung}

Words: 17,158

Summary: “There’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.”

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A/N: Long fics might be turning into my new aesthetic. I’m sorry.

You never truly believed in love at first sight ― there was no reason to. The very idea seemed far too preposterous to be taken seriously, too ludicrous to exist outside of dreamy movies or forgotten fairy tales. How could two strangers cultivate such deep, mesmerizing emotion in the mere seconds they held a glance? How was it possible for them to simply know of their fate in the short amount of time they encountered each other? ― No; there were no soulmates, no predestined encounters. At least not for you. For you, there was only the faint ghost of a broken heart, the haunting of crumbled expectations; and the strong, determined promise to never fool yourself into another failed attempt at romance.

When you first saw him, however, you felt like the cosmos had morphed into static.


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You’re My World.

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to help comfort him.

Word Count: 2,265 (I got carried away)

Warnings: Language, fight, blood, injuries, knives, hurting!Peter, comforting!Reader, fluffy fluff, sad stuff, so much cheesiness. (Let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: For the anon that requested this, here you are m'dear! I hope you like it! I’m shit at bad ass fight scenes (really everything), but I tried. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy reading!


Walking into the conference room to discuss the mission a few hours ahead, the team is already seated.

Noticing a chair between Wanda and Peter, you sneakily take a seat.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N” Tony points out, rolling his eyes.

“You bet, Stark.” You replied, saluting and smirking.

As he continued talking about the mission ahead, you drifted away in your thoughts.

This better be a quick mission…

HGTV ’s got new episodes of house hunters calling my name.

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  • Me: *showing family members my sketchbook*
  • Me: so this is you guys, *flips page* and here's our dog *flips page* um... That's- that's just, you know...
  • Me: *frantically flips through fan art* just, uh, this is- you don't wanna- I've got some normal, I mean, better, ones in the back, I think.
  • Grandma: ...
  • Me: *laughs nervously*
  • Grandma: why are all the boys holding hands?
  • Me: it's bromance I swear.
With the Beatles explained
  • It Won't Be Long: proof that John would be happier if he were dating me (and not dead)
  • All I've Got to Do: 1963, second song on With the Beatles, nonfiction--all Lennon needed to do was whisper in someone's ear.
  • All My Loving: my dad loves this song
  • Don't Bother Me: George keeps saying he'll let me know when she's come home... as if I'm not flirting with him right now...
  • Little Child: I have fond memories of skipping this song (so why do I know all the words)
  • Till There Was You: what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the first time
  • Please Mr. Postman: 1963, seventh song on With the Beatles, fiction--all Lennon needed to do was, "call [her] on the phone, and [she'll] come running home." (citation: "All I've Got to Do", Lennon-McCartney)
  • Roll Over Beethoven: jammin', but inherently flawed because Beethoven was a rocker
  • You Really Got A Hold On Me: what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the second time
  • I Wanna Be Your Man: that's what literally everyone wants
  • Devil in Her Heart: George gets 3 songs on this album and he doesn't get that much love again until Revolver, 5 albums after this one
  • Not A Second Time: finding out Paul had another band after the Beatles
  • Money (That's What I Want): that's what he wants
  • cover art: The Beatles' heads get progressively smaller...
Some of my fav pics of Haechan

Author’s Note: This pic set includes:

Cute Haechan, Candid Haechan, Rude Haechan, Boyfriend Haechan and Pre-debut Haechan! (plus, captions expressed by yours truly)

// Putting this under a “keep reading” bcuz its hella long srz no I’m not lmao //

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Long Plane Rides with BTS

Anonymous said: Can you do what would be included in a long plane ride with each member of BTS? Thanks!!

This is really original, I like it! Thanks for requesting! I figure that usually BTS are either on a private plane or in first class so yeah

A long plane ride with BTS would include:

Namjoon:

  • He would share his entire music library with you and recommend songs
  • Would DEFINITELY hold your hand for the entire flight
  • A lot of really sweet pecks on the tip of your nose
  • Lowkey would definitely love to make you apart of the Mile High Club
  • When it would get really late and the two of you were tired, the arms on the seats between you would go up
  • And he would sit against the window and let you climb into his lap so you could stare out the window as you tried to fall asleep
  • When you woke up he’d offer to carry your luggage off the plane and impress you but you knew he would just trip and fall lol

Jimin:

  • The type to make sure you were always comfortable
  • He’s been on enough long plane rides to know that being comfortable is key so he’d request a bunch of fuzzy blankets and soft pillows
  • The two of you would watch soooo many movies, like you’d just go through movie after movie
  • And a lot of the time one of you would fall asleep and when you did, Jimin would pull you closer to him or let you lay on his lap as he stroked your hair
  • You’d always have to make sure he didn’t leave anything in the seat before you all got off because he constantly forgets stuff
  • The two of you wouldn’t even talk a lot, it would just be constant cuddles and the occasional comment about the movie or one of the boys snoring

Suga:

  • He’d always try to sleep for the first leg of the flight and then be awake for the rest
  • He’d be the one that always gets pranked because he’s constantly asleep and totally out of it
  • You’re always prying a permanent marker from Taehyung’s hands or shaving cream from Jimin’s to keep them away from Yoongi
  • When Yoongi was awake he’d have an arm around you the entire time or have your hands intertwined
  • He’d laugh when you got over excited about going through clouds or a little bit of rain
  • And if you got scared of the turbulence he’s pull you close to him and mumble reassuring words and kissing your lips to distract you

Jungkook:

  • Kookie would be the type to talk about the plane crashing and all its impending doom
  • Sound effects included
  • And you’d just smack his chest lightly before nuzzling into his neck for a nap
  • The two of you would be playing games on each others phones for the entirety of the flight no doubt
  • “I bet I can beat you,” He’d taunt and get all competitive
  • “Try me, Jeon,” You’d say, and if he ended up winning he’d go running around the cabin and disturbing all the boys
  • Would probably be wondering why GOT7′s Yugyeom and BamBam weren’t answering his texts and he’d just look so sad when you said it was because there was no signal 40,000 feet in the air
  • Dance competitions between him and Jimin the entire flight

Jin:

  • The two of you would talk the entire time and probably really make the boys mad
  • Yoongi went to go sleep in the bathroom once because the two of you would not shut up
  • Always giggling and laughing at his lame jokes but he knew you loved them
  • You two would always go and look up more jokes with the in-flight wifi and annoy the boys with them when you landed
  • There was probably a time when Jin asked if he could meet the pilot and all the boys groaned because he was such a mom

J-Hope:

  • Even the pilot told you guys to quiet down because he couldn’t hear the control tower from his radio
  • Super loud, always the life of the party
  • He probably would also show you his music libraries and argue with you if you told him to change the song because you didn’t like it
  • But in the middle of the night if he saw you were sleeping, he’s let you lay your head on your lap and constantly adjust the blankets to make sure you keep warm
  • Always the sunshine when you guys have to wake up and get off the plane early, constantly making you all feel better because he’s just so positive

Taehyung:

  • Right off the bat, he would ask you to play iSpy with him
  • But he’d be really corny and be like, “I spy something so cute and adorable I just can’t stand it,” and you’d think it was you
  • and when you pointed at yourself he’d be like “No, me.” But then give you his boxy smile and you couldn’t help but laugh
  • Tickle fights that would make the boys mad because you were being loud
  • You two would make fun of Namjoon when he tried to flirt with the hostess and then give him flirting tips and he’d just glare at you two
  • And when it was time to settle down he would lay in back of you and you’d have your head under his chin while you shared the same blanket
lil ross things to appreciate
  • his eyes are the color of,,,, Wow
  • when his hair was slightly longer and had lil flips at the ends
  • the Ross Laugh™
  • he loves holly so much
  • his cheekbones!! holy shit slay me?
  • when he says certain things and his accent shows through
  • early steam train ross being very austrailian
  • very early 2008 ross being Mega Australian™
  • his animations!!!!!
  • his art!!!!!!!!!
  • him!!!
  • hes got gamer hands,, in a good way like damn
  • he is not afraid to speak his mind at all (zero filter and no dignity)
  • how everyone draws him with the :3 face and it’s adorable
  • hes an evil lil gremlin
  • gross but its acceptable he makes up for it with,, everything else
  • HIM! WEARING! GLASSES!
  • how his mouth curls up at the corners hence the :3
  • when he smiles you can see it in his eyes
  • hes totally sadistic and makes it look good
  • FLUFFY HAIR
  • HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • ok but a wolfstar university au
  • remus is a english lit student obviously because he’s a nerd
  • sirius is an art history student because he’s secretly an even bigger nerd
  • they’ve never met but both have a lecture on a monday, wednesday and friday in the same lecture theatre two hours apart
  • they both sit in the same seat every lecture
  • sirius never listens in lectures and doodles on the desk, carving drawings in the old wooden tables
  • one week he goes all out, draws an arty nude woman, posing ridiculously, while the lecturer goes on about the baroque movement or some shit he doesnt know
  • he leaves thinking nothing of it, but taking a quick snapchat and sending it to prongs with the caption ‘this is u’
  • he comes back two days later to see someone has critiqued it
  • ‘why is her navel so far down? surely it should be higher?’
  • sirius is taken aback - what kind of fucking nerd would critique someone’s lecture doodles
  • he decides to reply
  • ‘inspected a lot of ladies’ belly buttons, have you?’
  • he smirks to himself and actually takes some notes for once because this art stuff can actually be interesting sometimes, who knew?
  • on friday he returns to his seat to see another reply: ‘probably more than you, judging by your drawing’
  • sirius is hurt
  • he is OFFENDED
  • he has to let whoever this mysterious stranger is know how upset he is
  • he replies ‘fuk u’
  • the weekend passes, and sirius returns to find the word ‘mature’ written in the stranger’s script
  • conversation continues for several more weeks, until the light wood of the desk is practically turned black by the sheer amount of biro covering the surface
  • sirius is suddenly concerned - he had been enjoying conversing with this sarcastic stranger
  • this situation is salvageable
  • he steals one of marlene’s post its and scribbles his next reply on it and fixes it under the desk, then draws a big arrow pointing to the edge of the desk
  • that’ll do
  • he comes back to the next lecture to find a different, bright pink post it stuck in the same place with the words ‘this will get bad for the environment - text me’
  • there’s a number underneath
  • this is probably the least effort sirius has had to go to to get someone’s phone number at university so far, according to marlene
  • the mysterious stranger, who goes by moony, texts sirius infrequently
  • its always in intense short bursts
  • probably when they’re walking to and from classes
  • maybe it’s just when they’re in lectures
  • im not reading into this too much prongs shut up
  • sirius spends the majority of his time walking around campus with his head down, texting moony
  • it was usually smooth sailing, but one day he walks straight into someone else
  • some six foot, scrawny bloke on his phone
  • sirius looks at him and curses
  • fuck, he’s hot
  • he had dropped his phone, and mysterious hot boy had picked it up, and was now seemingly staring at the screen
  • damn, his cheekbones were sharp
  • sirius would like to cut himself on those
  • he wasnt even sure what that meant but he was feeling it
  • “i cant help but notice who youre texting,” hot boy says
  • sirius doesnt think he can speak right now, so he just pulls a face that he hopes conveys all of his confusion
  • it seems to work, because hot boy is giggling
  • actually giggling
  • fuck, hes cute
  • “youre texting me”
  • FUKC
  • moony hands sirius his phone back and laughs
  • “too bad about that lecture bench we destroyed, eh?”
  • long story short they make out a lot
  • its pretty gay
  • no one dies or betrays anyone
  • the end

anonymous asked:

so gang!phil interrogating rival!dan but phils usual techniques (slapping, hitting, etc.) are just turning dan on, so instead phil just edges him til he gives in 💙

Phil cracked his knuckles, sighing as he pushed open the door to the interrogation room. He was instantly hit with a rank stench, and he flinched, crinkling his eyes in disgust.

Dan Howell sat in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, a gag over his mouth. He didn’t seem to notice Phil entering.

He had a black eye, and a cut on one cheek, so it was clear the boys had had some fun with him when they had caught him. He was still pretty cute though. And despite all this, Dan’s eyes were dry.

“Dan,” he said loudly, and the boy looked up, glaring at him fiercely.

Phil stepped forward, yanking the gag down, and Dan immediately took this opportunity to spit at him.

Phil calmly wiped it away, and Dan laughed. Phil shook his head, fiddling with the straps of the gloves they used to make punches hurt the offender less and the victim more. It was an old intimidation technique, but Dan didn’t flinch.

“You’re a goddamn idiot, Howell.” His voice was low, and he leaned down so he was at Dan’s level, their faces inches away.

“Maybe,” Dan said slowly, staring him down. “Or maybe you just don’t know why I did what I did.”

Phil stepped back, putting his foot on Dan’s chair, his clunky black boot resting between Dan’s legs.

“Unfortunately for you, that’s why I’m here.”

Dan’s subtle smirk grew, and Phil couldn’t help but growl under his breath. He was infuriating.

“Why would that be unfortunate?” Dan’s voice was light; teasing. “You know I adore our little chats.”

Phil was reminded why Dan was used for things like this - he was the best spy imaginable, and when he got caught, he wasn’t easy to crack.

Phil didn’t hesitate to swing at him, slapping him in the face, hard. Dan’s head was thrown to the side, but he came back smiling. He yawned, a strand of messy brown hair falling between his eyes.

“Thanks,” he said, his eyes flashing. “I needed that. I was falling asleep.”

Phil grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward roughly and practically strangling him.

“Look Howell,” he hissed, and Dan’s eyes widened slightly. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And either way, you’re gonna fucking tell me why you were spying on my base, and what you know.”

Dan searched his icy blue eyes, determined not to let his confidence waver.

“I think it’s gonna have to be the hard way,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Because I’m not telling you shit.”

Phil huffed through his nose, and grabbed a handful of Dan’s hair. He tugged back roughly, and Dan let out a soft whimper, of surprise or pain, Phil couldn’t tell.

Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his exposed throat somehow made Phil want to bite him. Instead he fastened a hand around it, making Dan cry out.

“I could snap your fucking neck,” Phil growled at him. “I could slit your throat. Tell me everything, and it’s all over.”

Dan gagged softly, squirming in his tight grip. “No. Hit me again, fucker.”

Phil obliged, letting go of him just to backhand him. And it looked like it hurt like hell; the impact split Dan’s lip. But Dan fucking moaned.

His eyes glinted with red hot fire, a wild grin melting to his features. “Again,” he breathed, and Phil stared at him.

Dan was a mess; he was visibly shaking, he had a black eye and a lip that was bleeding down his chin. But he was asking for more…? What did it take to break this kid?

Phil glared at the boy, punching him twice in the stomach, and shoving him backwards. The chair toppled backwards, and Dan landed on his arms, his head hitting the ground as well.

He cried out in pain, but there was something else in his tone, a sort of whine, and oh my god, this was turning him on, wasn’t it?

Phil swallowed, moving to stand over Dan, hovering above him. Dan grinned at him cockily, until Phil grabbed his face with a firm grip, and he squeaked.

“You think this is hot, don’t you?” He asked quietly, getting as close to Dan as possible without being tempted to kiss his broken lips. Dan laughed.

“And you don’t?” He smirked. “Having me like this, completely helpless? Ruining my pretty face, fuck, like the worthless piece of shit I am.”

It all clicked in Phil’s mind- why no one could seem to make Dan break. It was impossible to get information from him, simply because he liked the abuse. It made Phil even more pissed.

Phil stood back up, grabbing Dan by the hair and pulling him and the chair back up. Dan whimpered; fire shooting through his head.

“We’re gonna try something a little different,” Phil said calmly, his voice coming out sickly-sweet. Dan shivered.

“Do whatever you want,” he spit, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I’m not saying anything.”

“Oh really? That’s too bad.” Without warning he leaned forward, his hands placed on either side of Dan’s hips, his breath brushing over the side of Dan’s neck. He ran his hand over Dan’s waistband, and then down to his (obvious at this point) bulge. “Guess you won’t be coming anytime soon, then.”

“Wha-” Dans breath caught and the words got stuck in his throat as Phil ran his fingertips over his hard on, certainly not making it better. “What d-do you mean?” He choked out.

Phil ignored him, pushing his hand into Dan’s pants, under his boxers, and ran his thumb over Dan’s tip.

Dan whined rather loudly, squirming on the chair, but the ropes made it so it was nearly impossible for him to move.

“Phil,” he breathed, trying to shift his hips away. “What are you d-doing…?”

Phil grinned maliciously. Finally, he had found something that would actually affect Dan. And he was going to have some fun with it.

“Mmh, just giving my whore what he wants,” he breathed in Dan’s ear, and Dan couldn’t help but moan.

Phil moved his hand, wrapping his fingers around Dan’s length. He watched Dan bite down on his bottom lip as Phil moved his hand, slowly teasing him, his thumb brushing over Dan’s slit occasionally.

Soon enough Dan was a whimpering mess, and he seemed to have given up any integrity he may have had left. His head fell back on the chair, his eyes closed, and he was attempting to rut against Phil’s hand while letting out an endless stream of high pitched moans. Phil had to be honest, it was sexy as hell.

Phil could tell Dan was getting close by the increase in pitch of his noises, and the way his hips stuttered. His cock was leaking precum, which made it easier for Phil to slide his hand up and down Dan’s shaft.

“Now,” he said softly, sweetly, even, slowing down his movements to a near halt. “Are you gonna tell me what you were doing outside the base, slut?”

Dan whined, his eyes opening, and he licked his lips.

“Please-”

“Answer the question.”

Phil stopped his movements all together, holding his hand at the base of Dan’s dick so he couldn’t cum even if he was able to.

Dan searched his face, chewing on the inside of his cheek before muttering, “no.”

At that Phil just smiled meanly, biting down on Dan’s throat and sucking hard, leaving a dark bruise in its place.

“That’s okay.” He laughed, and Dan looked almost scared. “We’ve got time.”

That began the next unbearable moments for Dan, with Phil scratching bright red marks down his thighs and occasionally leaving hickeys all over his neck and jaw.

And here’s the thing; Dan did not want to beg. He hated begging. Begging was admitting your defeat, and that was something Dan simply couldn’t do. But right then, Dan was probably closer to breaking down than he had been in his entire life.

He wanted to cum, he had been so close, and when Phil had stopped-

It was worse than any physical pain he could inflict.

When Phil started moving his hand again, Dan almost cried. He started slow again, gradually speeding up, stopping occasionally to flick his wrist around Dan’s head.

“Mmph, fuck,” Dan whined, his head falling back, beginning to lose his mind again. “Ph-Phil, please make me cum, please.”

“You wanna cum?” Phil growled softly, speeding up even more, and Dan practically screamed.

“Yes-! F-Fuck, n-need to…!”

Phil smirked, watching Dan’s face and admiring how he fell apart just from some pain and a hand around his cock. He was gorgeous, his face all roughed up and his hair falling in his eyes, sticking from sweat. Phil wanted to fuck his brains out, but then wasn’t really the time.

“Too bad,” he said finally, stopping again right when Dan was the closest possible.

Dan let out an incredulous noise, groaning, his hips bucking into nothing, desperate for friction.

“Fuck you,” he said breathlessly, his voice breaking. “Fuck you, Phil Lester. Let me cum.”

“Tell me what I need to know, sweetheart.” He dipped two fingers under Dan’s chin, bringing his face up. “Or, trust me, I could do this all day.”

Dan shook his head.

Twenty minutes later, and Dan was visibly shaking again. Tears streamed down his face, and he didn’t even remember when they had started. His hips constantly twitched, and he had to gasp for breath.

“Please.” His voice was soft and broken and desperate and sleepy; goddamn beautiful. “Please, Phil, I need it, I-”

“Aw.” Phil stuck out his lower lip, mocking him. “Poor baby. Poor desperate little whore, do you need to cum, my love?”

Dan shuddered, nodding frantically, not even above falling for Phil’s teasing.

Phil slapped him, the noice echoing through the room, and Dan moaned.

“Then tell me what I fucking need to know, Dan. It’s that simple,” he hissed through his teeth.

Dan whimpered, sleepily shaking his head. But then Phil’s mouth was on his dick, his jeans shoved down, and god, he had been close for an hour now. He just needed it so bad.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he squeezed them shut.

Phil had been edging him for so goddamn long, he was going crazy. He was so weak, and every second that Phil touched him, he got closer. The very edge, and Phil’s hot, wet mouth was closed around him, humming, and fuck he was going to cum. It was right there, and then…

Phil pulled off with a pop, glaring at him. Dan could scream. And then he lost it.

“Phil, f-fuck, your mouth is so good, please-” he choked on the words, the emotion and need getting caught in his throat, and there were tears on his cheeks again. “Please, need to cum, please let me, p-please-” he hiccuped, shaking his head desperately. “Please, no more. N-No more, I’ll tell you!”

Phil smiled, drawing his thumb down Dan’s cheek.

“Mmh, good boy,” he hummed, and Dan soaked up the praise, nuzzling against Phil’s hand like a kitten. He didn’t care anymore. “That’s all I wanted. Tell me everything, and then you can cum.”

Dan nodded frantically, sniffing, the words spilling from his mouth like a waterfall. How he had been sent to scope out the new recruits, how his gang had been planning to kidnap one of the new kids, hold him hostage. Even how they had anticipated that Dan would get caught, and how he would try and get information on the inside as well.

At the end Dan broke down, a sob catching in his throat, still so fucking hard, his dick still leaking and straining to reach his stomach.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Phil said sweetly, fastening his hand around Dan’s cock for the thousandth time.

Dan sucked in a sharp breath, his head lolling backwards, whimpering softly.

Phil got him off in a matter of moments, and Dan moaned loudly and high pitched as he spilled over Phil’s hand and his stomach.

Phil untied him, seeing as he was practically passed out, and Dan slumped to the ground.

He stood over him, looking over the exhausted, broken boy laying on the ground beneath him, breathing heavily. What a gorgeous mess.

He leaned over, kneeling next to him and lifting his head up by his hair. Dan didn’t even react, except for glancing at him sleepily.

“Needless to say, you can’t go back to your gang,” Phil said calmly.

“You gonna kill me?” Dan asked, more like a statement, as if he didn’t even care what the answer was.

“No…” Phil hummed, letting Dan lay back down and running his fingers through his tangled hair. “I was thinking you’d stay here. With me.”

Dan made a noise of acknowledgment, licking his ripped up lips.

“If it means we can do that again, then I’m down.”

“Worth It”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: In which a friendship drastically changes due to an all-campus text alert about a strange man wandering the campus.

A/N: Another one from draft-purgatory. It feels weird releasing it into the wild.

“I hate you. So. Much,” Bucky deadpans, looking up from a stapled packet of papers. “It takes me two weeks to write something of this quality, yet you pulled it off in two hours.”

"We’ll know if it’s really ‘quality’ when Professor Coulson gives it back,” you yawn, snatching the 18-page research paper from him.

“How do I obtain your kind of focus? What’s your secret?”

“The startling realization that a deadline is actually 8am and not 8pm.”

The brunette stares at you as if you just grew a third eye on your forehead. “You’re either completely insane or a brilliant genius,” Bucky sighs with either admiration or exasperation.

“Well, all this insane genius wants to do right now is sleep,” you sleepily murmur as you slide your paper back into your bag.

“Too bad Coulson docks points if you’re absent.” Bucky swings his messenger bag around and swiftly zips it open and pulls out a bottled iced coffee. “Take this,” he nudges.

“For me?”

“No, for the unicorn behind you,” Bucky sarcastically says, pushing the iced coffee towards you. “I can tell by your dark circles that you didn’t sleep much.  Take it, you have class until 8pm today,” he insists.

Touched, you take the iced coffee and scrunch up your face in a cute way, but you don’t know that, of course. “You’re one of a kind, James Barnes,” you grin.

Bucky crosses his arms against his chest, a slightly peeved look crossing his face. “How many times did I ask you not to call me 'James’?“ he defeatedly sighs.

"A little less than a million times.” You laugh as Bucky looks like he can’t decide on laughing with you or strangling you, but both of you know that you’re absolutely right.

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“Tame You” - Jay Park X Reader (Smut)

Description: You and your friend have been dating Jay Park and Simon Dominic of AOMG for quite a while before they both decided that their careers were getting in the way of your relationship as their schedules were getting busier by the day. An encounter in a club located in Seoul happens a month after both relationships ended.

  • Word Count: 3827 words


Your hips swayed once more on the beat of a menacingly slow song before you left the dance floor, making your way towards the bar. Your friend lifted her hand in the air to attract the bartender’s attention and she ordered what was probably your favorite drink, seeing as she knew all too well what this little escapade was about. To be fair enough, you both needed it more than you actually thought. It felt good to let go for once. After all, it’s been over a month since it happened and you never got a call or anything close to that. 

Your hand gripped the shot of Jager and you gulped it down, allowing the burning sensation to set in your throat for the third time tonight. 

“Do you think they know we’re in Seoul?” (H/N) asked, eyeing you from behind her cocktail glass as you traced your finger around the mouth of the now empty shot. 

“If they do, they did a poor job of actually finding us,” you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze towards the bartender. Your hand shot up in the air as soon as he looked at you and you motioned for him to bring you another glass of the fiery drink.

 "They come out here frequently, I don’t think they want to find us though, so,“ you shrugged, emptying another shot of Jager, “let’s at least have fun." 

Your heels hit the floor as you got up on your feet and dragged your friend back on the dance floor, swaying your hips once again, catching every note of the song in mesmerizing moves of your body. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them and got all caught up in the mood, not even feeling your own breathing but the sound of your heartbeat succumbing to the body-vibrating bass. You forgot all about Jay, about the breakup and the lame excuse he gave you, his whispered "I love you” as you ended the call, tears pouring down your cheeks.

 The animalistic side of you drew you further into the mass of people dancing out of sync as you felt a single presence behind you, imitating your moves.

 "All alone tonight?“ you barely heard the voice over the blasting music. You bobbed your head up and down into a nod, pointing at your friend that was currently too lost in the music to notice, "only with her.”

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“Worries” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,355

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request from Anon: Could you please write an imagine with Daryl where the reader is 19 and they’re in love but he feels insecure about the age difference between them?

Warnings: Fluff, slight smut (barely)


Originally posted by kinneyandreedus

You wake up in bed, Daryl’s bare chest pressed up against your back, heat radiating between the two of your bodies in the cold air. His arm is around you, holding you tightly as he sleeps. You smile and scoot yourself closer, happy to be in his arms.

You try to go back to sleep, but the sunlight coming through the window made that impossible. Not wanting to wake Daryl up, you try and slowly lift his arm off of you, but fail as every little movement made his body twitch- he is a light sleeper. You try and stay there as long as possible, but the need to pee eventually overruns your want to not wake him up. You try to be as gentle as possible as you squirm out of his grasp and slide out of bed.

“Don’t go.” Daryl mumbles, half asleep.

“I’ll be back, give me a minute.” You kiss his forehead. You exit the room and walk down the hallway, entering the bathroom. Something nice about Alexandria is having running water to be able to flush a toilet and brush your teeth. Personal hygiene has come to be a luxury in this world, so it was like heaven to be able to have this.

You pee and brush your teeth quickly before getting back in bed with Daryl. He immediately pulls you back into the position that you were in before you got up. You can feel his erection pushing into your back, making you laugh.

“Better get rid of that thing before you go on that run of yours today.” You teased, making Daryl groan.

“Unless ya wanna help me, I’ll just wait for it to go away on its own.”

“Mm, Daryl, if you wanted me to help out, all you had to do was ask.” You smirk, rubbing your butt up against him. He stifles a moan, grabbing your hips to guide you. “But unfortunately, I promised Rick I’d watch Judith this morning. Sorry.” You get up.

“You’re such a tease.” Daryl groans as he watches you slid your pants on.

“You love me.”

“Ya lucky that I do.” He smiles up at you. You lean down and give him a kiss before leaving and heading over to Rick’s place.

You and Daryl started dating back at the prison. You had been in their group since the start, and there had always been this thing between the two of you going unspoken. At first, he was being overly protective of you, acting more of a big brother figure than anything. You were only fifteen at the time and both of your parents had died from turning into walkers. For some reason, he felt like it was his need to protect you. He didn’t trust Shane to do it. It then turned into more of a friendship once you got to the farm, and you two could talk about anything with each other. He was your rock, and you were his.

You had turned eighteen at the prison, and you had feelings for Daryl that you didn’t think you ever would. Not to mention, Daryl was starting to see you differently as well. He finally stopped thinking of you as a little girl.

There was a lot of sexual tension between the two of you, but both of you were hesitant to make any moves. Neither of you knew exactly how the other felt and you didn’t want to risk your friendship over anything. But, one night, the two of you were sharing a cell together because you had a nightmare. The threat of the governor was all too real and that fear was leaking into your dreams. You ran into Daryl’s cell at some hour in the night and lied down next to him. He didn’t even need to ask you what wrong- he immediately knew. You were cuddled up next to him, feeling safe in his arms, and somehow that gave you the spark of confidence you needed. You pressed your lips to his, him immediately kissing you back. Ever since that night, you two had been together. You love him more than you could ever imagine.

You smile as you reminisce about your past with him, walking into Rick’s house to see Carl feeding Judith breakfast.

“Hey.” You wave, walking over to him so you could take over feeding duties.

“Thanks for watching her.” Rick came into sight. “I was going to have Carol do it but she had something to do, I don’t know.”

“It’s no problem, I don’t mind hanging out with this cutie.” You smile at Judith.

“Daryl, Glenn, Michonne, and I should be back by tonight. If we ain’t, go find Carl and tell him to watch Judith so you can come find us. We’ll just be in the next town over getting more medical supplies.” Rick grabs his gun, ready to head out the door.

“Okay, be safe. And tell Daryl that I love him.” Rick and Carl both leave the house, leaving you alone to take care of the little girl.

The day goes by rather quickly and before you know it, Rick is back at the house, relieving you of your babysitting duties.

“Be careful, Y/N, Daryl’s in a mood.” Rick warned you before you left his house.

“Why?” You frown.

“Glenn was makin’ some comments that upset him. You talk to him about it yourself.”

You walk back over to your house, and find Daryl sitting on the couch staring blankly at the wall. You open the door, taking off your shoes before you go sit next to him. He relaxes when he sees you but something is still obviously bothering him.

“What’s going on?” You ask him, putting your hand on his knee.

“I just, I don’ know, I’m gettin’ old.” He frowns.

“You’re not old, Daryl.” You laugh, not believing that he’s even upset about that.

“Old to be datin’ a nineteen year old, yeah.”

You frown at hearing this. He’s never even once voiced his concern about the age difference between the two of you. Yeah, it was a pretty big difference, but you didn’t really think it mattered. The two of you were in love, nothing else mattered.

“Age has nothing to do with anything when it comes to relationships.” You frown, making him face you. He had been avoiding looking at you the entire time.

“I don’ want you to leave me for someone younger. Someone who aint double your age. Shit, Y/N, you’re closer to Carl’s age than you are mine.”

“If this is about whatever Glenn was telling you today-“

“It’s not.” Daryl cut you off. “It’s somethin’ I been thinking about for a while.”

“Daryl,” you sigh. “I’m never going to leave you for anyone. I promise. I don’t care about the age difference between us. You make me incredibly happy, happier than anyone else could. I love you.”

“I love you too,” He smiles. You love seeing him smile, you don’t get to see it often enough. “I’m sorry for freakin’ out. Just been bothering me for a while.”

“It shouldn’t. And you should have told me sooner. I would have rather not heard that from Rick.”

“Yeah, I think Rick’s kinda annoyed at me. I yelled at Glenn for givin’ me shit.” Daryl admits.

“You gotta have known that Glenn was joking, though.”

“I did, but like I said, just been botherin’ me for a while.”

You don’t respond, you just start kissing him. He pulls you up onto his lap, putting his hands underneath your shirt as your hands grasp his hair. You start grinding your hips over his lower area, feeling it harden underneath you.

“Now, I do believe I owe you back for this morning.” You pull away from the kiss.

“Eh, maybe tomorrow.” Daryl teases.

“Oh shut up and kiss me.”


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Dirty Mouth

Characters : Jon Moxley (or Dean Ambrose, its more Mox era though) x OC/Reader

Summary: OC gets turned on by how Mox treats her in the ring. She goes to find him in the locker room. Fun happens.

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Choking, Blood, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex.

Do let me know if you wanna be tagged in any of my fics (:  Please please please let me know what you think!


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Me, scrolling through the Kevin x Joaquin / Joavin tag and all i see is Joaquin hate:

“Joaquin is playing Kevin”

He is not, look at this

That,  my friend, is a look of love

Also look at him at the end (of 1x08):

After confessing that Kevin likes him, for real, and that he might like Kevin too, for real guess what FP’s reaction is?

Its to laugh at him

This poor boy, who’s very young and maybe naive got into a situation way over his head because of the obvious influence of FP and now because of FP’s power over him he cant exit the situation even though its clear he wants to because he’s starting to fall for Kevin just as much as Kevin is falling for him and doesn’t want to hurt him

anonymous asked:

What gets me about the bears is the level of commitment! Crew members to GUARD them? Blue and Green SPOTLIGHTS?! Shopping, and planning and dressing etc?! Then they started to travel. Remember when they met the drag queens?! Legendary. So many accomplices. I hope it's all in the Larry documentary someday. I'll love to see them sit side by side and laugh as they tell the tales.

THEY HAD A BODYGUARD (not even briani got one but 2 teddy bears? okay!)

Hearing Voices Part V - Joins This Hell
  • Ruby: *adjusts outfit*
  • Qrow: You alright, kiddo?
  • Ruby: Yeah. I just got bark and dirt all over my butt sitting on that log back there.
  • Nora: Me too! It's so annoying...
  • Ruby: Right?
  • Jaune: What are you two talking about?
  • Ruby: It's a skirt problem.
  • Nora: Yeah, you boys wouldn't understand!
  • Ruby: Actually, Jaune would...
  • Nora: Oh, that's right. But the rest of you boys wouldn't understand.
  • Oscar: *pauses, suddenly far away in a memory*
  • Ren: No, I suppose we wouldn't.
  • Qrow: We should keep moving.
  • Oscar: *small snort of laughter*
  • Qrow: *turns to glare at Oscar suspiciously*
  • Ruby: Oscar?
  • Oscar: *starts laughing outright*
  • Jaune: What's so funny?
  • Qrow: *glare intensifies*
  • Oscar: Ha ha ha! Ha ha - BA HA HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHA!
  • Qrow: *starts moving towards Oscar*
  • Ren: Is he alright?
  • Nora: I don't get it. What's so funny?
  • Ruby: Oscar?
  • Oscar: *laughing so hard he can barely speak* Ha ha, like...LIKE WHAT YOU SEE! Hahahahahaha!
  • Qrow: *grabs Oscar by the back of the collar and starts dragging him away from the others*
  • Ruby: Uncle Qrow! What are you doing?!
  • Nora: What's wrong with him?
  • Qrow: *not turning around as he drags Oscar away* ISN'T IT OBVIOUS? HE'S A CRAZY PERSON! HE TALKS TO A VOICE IN HIS HEAD! HE'S INSANE AND YOU SHOULDN'T LISTEN TO HIM OR TRUST ANYTHING HE TELLS YOU!
  • Ruby, Nora, and Jaune: *speechless*
  • Ren: *even more speechless than usual*
  • Oscar: *still in fits of laughter even while being dragged* HA HA HA HA! La - HAHA - Landing strategy! HAHAHAHAHAHA!