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This is a Kaisoo analysis, again! I just made one yesterday (you can check it out because that Kaisoo moment hit me all the soft spots), and doing another now. This is not healthy, at all… And I’m half conscious so perhaps this is not really coherent…

First off, I wanna say many thanks to Alvabear94 for her amazing JI and Kaisoo videos. If you haven’t followed her Instagram, please do or you’ll miss out on many awesome vids!

Now, I wanna make a (not so) brief analysis on the Shyness of JI and KS at the last part of this vid.

This is super duper obvious that JI was a lot bit flustered when they all did that kneeling move and he met KS’s gaze. He all but blinked and averted his eyes (JI practically turned his head from left to right, shying away from making eye-contact with KS) and then reverted his eyes back to KS’s back again. (Could you be more obvious, Nini??)

But, the thing I found extremely interesting here is that KS immediately turned his head away too (Very subtle, Mr. Do!). I was wondering Why? Why after all those years living and working and falling in love with each other, they were still acting like they just met and got to know each other and flushed while being caught stealing glances (like they were just new in this relationship lmao).

And the most interesting thing is that when the kneeling move ended, all the members got to stand up, KS for a moment turned around again and smiled (that’s too obvious that he was smiling with his cheekbone rising even when the angle blocked most of his face). Why did he suddenly smile? What did he smile at? Who did he smile to?

So my sorry head used all the rare neurons that it possesses to over analyze everything, again. I’m not able to read KS’ mind whatsoever, so my next hypothesized monologue is just plainly based on what I think KS’ facial expressions were showing.

At first when he knelt down and caught JI’s gaze, he abruptly turned away because “Holy fck, our eyes locked. I’m so embarrassed. What should I do? Turn away, turn the fck away now.”

And then he just nervously stared at JD’s neck and back (it even looked like he almost lost balance while finding a right spot on the ground to put his palm on to gain support. Holy shit, I’m like over observing and commenting on every trivial stuff lol). And he was looking like considering something in his pretty little head. Probably he was thinking “Maybe I should give JI a smile when we stand up. Maybe a smile can make things less awkward from that flustering eyes locked (and just because it’s JI, he deserves all my pretty heart heart-shaped smiles lol).”

So he did just so. Given by how high his cheekbone rose, I bet he was smiling his face into half. So bad JI didn’t get a chance to see it or else he would be in ninth cloud and we could have a lot of Kaisoo smiling at each other pics now .

But when he realized that JI wasn’t looking in his direction anymore, he turned his face to other side and his smile faded and he looked extremely disheartened. Poor thing I just wanna hug the hell out of him. And when he walked to another spot on the stage, he even looked like heaving a sigh of disappointment.

I just really love it when KS can keep his emotions at bay, but it’s just so endearing to watch his getting all flustered around JI even though most of the time it’s JI who has his heart on his sleeve.

So that’s it. That’s all. That’s just a lame analysis and I bet most of you watching the vid can already see it. But I just have a lot of free time now, which makes me wanna rambling a lot. (sorry not sorry)

“Envy” Dean Winchester x Reader

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Hey can I request a dean x reader where they grew up together as close friends but recently dean has been really cold and teases/picks on her. She doesn’t understand or know why but it’s because dean has started to think that her and Sam like each other and dean is super jealous because he’s always loved her? Thank you!

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, jealously, fluff, implied smut

Originally posted by devoiddean


“I win.” You smirk as you slide the poker chips over to your side of the table, the man on the other side of the poker table looking surprised. “Three of a kind. King of Spades.”

You’re at a bar with Sam and Dean, doing your weekly poker game hustle. While they were amazing at beating people in pool, your specialty is poker. You can beat anybody at the game, and you use this to your advantage. Men take you on, thinking that they can beat an “innocent, beautiful girl like you” without a doubt. But you win every time; you can’t remember the last time you lost a game of poker.

“Here I was, thinking you were bluffing.” The man nods his head. “Rematch?”

“No, I think I’ll take what I earned.” You smile, looking at Sam, who is standing to the side of the table. Dean is playing pool on the other side of the room, undoubtedly winning his game.

Sam sends you a smile, and you get up from your seat, walking over to him. He slips his arm around your waist, something the boys always do when you’re in a bar. It was nothing romantic, just something they did. Well, something Dean always did. Sam didn’t do it too often, but you were glad he did at this moment, since the man you just took almost a thousand dollars from looked pissed off.

Dean glances over at you, making a face slightly when he sees Sam’s arm around you, the two of you smiling and talking to each other. He says something you can’t quite hear to the guys he’s playing with, setting down his pool stick and taking a wad of cash from the man on his right.

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Suicide Squad: The Album Starters

Purple Lamborghini.

  • ‘ murder on my mind. ’
  • ‘ it’s time to pray to God. ’
  • ‘ I might make a mistake ’
  • ‘ this is Gotham City. ’
  • ‘ got that purple Lamborghini lurkin’. ’
  • ‘ forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun. ’
  • ‘ don’t be beggin’ for your life ‘cause that’s a lost cause. ’
  • ‘ make up your mind, baby, 'cause the time is here. ’
  • ‘ need a couple gang members for these new endeavors. ’
  • ‘ from this point on anything we do we do together. ’
  • ‘ seven figures, I spend that every other month. ’
  • ‘ every day was life and death, that’s when the cash came. ’

Sucker For Pain.

  • ‘ i torture you. ’
  • ‘ take my hand through the flames. ’
  • ‘ i’m a slave to your games. ’
  • ‘ i wanna chain you up. ’
  • ‘ i wanna tie you down. ’
  • ‘ i’m just a sucker for pain. ’
  • ‘ i got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles. ’
  • ‘ pressure from the man got us all in rebellion? ’
  • ‘ we gon’ go to war, yeah, without failure. ’
  • ‘ love and the loyalty that’s what we stand for. ’
  • ‘ alienated by society. ’
  • ‘ all this pressure give me anxiety. ’
  • ‘ so we put the world on our shoulders. ’
  • ‘ you don’t know me. ’
  • ‘ we’re the ones you trust in. ’
  • ‘ I won’t hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion. ’
  • ‘ devoted to destruction ’
  • ‘ a full dosage of detrimental dysfunction ’
  • ‘ see I’m a fool for pain ’
  • ‘ that’s why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul ’
  • ‘ this is what we wanted from a young age ’

Heathens.

  • ‘ all my friends are heathens. ’
  • ‘ take it slow. ’
  • ‘ wait for them to ask you who you know. ’
  • ‘ please don’t make any sudden moves. ’
  • ‘ you don’t know the half of the abuse. ’
  • ‘ we check the guns at the door. ’
  • ‘ doesn’t mean our brains will change. ’
  • ‘ how’d I get here, sitting next to you? ’
  • ‘ please don’t forget. ’
  • ‘ we don’t deal with outsiders very well. ’
  • ‘ they say newcomers have a certain smell. ’
  • ‘ you have trust issues. ’
  • ‘ they say they can smell your intentions. ’
  • ‘ why’d you come? ’
  • ‘ you knew you should have stayed. ’
  • ‘ I tried to warn you just to stay away. ’
  • ‘ they’re outside ready to bust.’
  • ‘ it looks like you might be one of us.’

Standing in the Rain.

  • ‘ i saw you standing in the rain. ’
  • ‘ you were holding his hand. ’
  • ‘ i’ll never be the same. ’
  • ‘ dressed like a playboy. ’
  • ‘ the money eases everybody’s mind. ’
  • ‘ i should have known when you stole money. ’
  • ‘ slide your panties to the side. ’
  • ‘ i got old money. ’

Gangsta.

  • ‘ i need a gangsta to love me better than all the others do. ’
  • ‘ always forgive me. ’
  • ‘ ride or die with me. ’
  • ‘ i’m fucked up. ’
  • ‘ i’m black and blue. ’
  • ‘ i’m built for it, all the abuse. ’
  • ‘ i got secrets that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ i don’t want what i can get. ’
  • ‘ i want someone with secrets that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ my freakness is on the loose. ’
  • ‘ running all over you. ’
  • ‘ take me to places that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ you got me hooked up on a feeling ’
  • ‘ i’m barely breathing. ’
  • ‘ don’t let me go. ’

Know Better.

  • ‘ you should know better. ’
  • ‘ i’m a winner. ’
  • ‘ now we’re getting it for real. ’
  • ‘ shoulda left you right there where i met you. ’
  • ‘ i’m a bread winner. ’
  • ‘ no talkin’. ’
  • ‘ we finish it. ’
  • ‘ some say i’m ignorant. ’
  • ‘ maybe i’m different. ’
  • ‘ looked at you like you were special. ’
  • ‘ somebody called a riot? ’
  • ‘ teach them how to trust one another. ’
  • ‘ all we have is us. ’
  • ‘ shit like this is hard to come by. ’

You Don’t Own Me.

  • ‘ you don’t own me. ’
  • ‘ i can always have just what i want. ’
  • ‘ she’s the baddest. ’
  • ‘ i would love to flaunt. ’
  • ‘ take her shopping, you know yves saint laurent? ’
  • ‘ she got her own dough. ’
  • ‘ i’m not just one of your many toys. ’
  • ‘ don’t say i can’t go with other boys. ’
  • ‘ don’t tell me what to do. ’
  • ‘ don’t tell me what to say. ’
  • ‘ when i go out with you don’t put me on display. ’
  • ‘ don’t try to change me in anyway. ’
  • ‘ don’t tie me down cause i’d never stay. ’
  • ‘ i get bored of basic bitches. ’
  • ‘ straight up vicious. ’
  • ‘ i texted her asking her if she’s alone and if she’d send some pictures.. ’
  • ‘ she said no. ’
  • ‘ she said come over and see it for yourself. ’
  • ‘ independent woman. ’
  • ‘ stay up til we see the sun. ’
  • ‘ she does it better than I’ve ever seen it done. ’
  • ‘ that’s when she told me she ain’t never ever gonna be owned. ’

Without Me.

  • ‘ guess who’s back. ’
  • ‘ back again. ’
  • ‘ i’m chopped liver. ’
  • ‘ if you want shady this is what i’ll give ya ’
  • ‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’
  • ‘ you waited this long. ’
  • ‘ now stop debating. ’
  • ‘ but it feels so empty without me. ’
  • ‘ I just settled all my lawsuits. ’
  • ‘ fuck you, debbie. ’
  • ‘ now this looks like a job for me. ’
  • ‘ so everybody, just follow me. ’
  • ‘ we need a little controversy. ’
  • ‘ little hellions. ’
  • ‘ feeling rebellious? ’
  • ‘ could start a revolution. ’
  • ‘ so just let me revel and back in the fact that i got everyone kissing my ass. ’
  • ‘ testing, attention please. ’
  • ‘ you sent for me? ’
  • ‘ nobody listens to techno. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be there with a whole list full of new insults. ’
  • ‘ i’m not the first king of controversy. ’
  • ‘ there’s a concept that works ’
  • ‘ it’ll be so empty without me. ’

Wreak Havoc.

  • ‘ they call me a menace. ’
  • ‘ they say that i’m cursed. ’
  • ‘ something about me is making them jealous ’
  • ‘ so listen and learn. ’
  • ‘ i’m surrounded by cowards. ’
  • ‘ that’s why i got all the power. ’
  • ‘ i’m where you wanna be. ’
  • ‘ all of my enemies made a decision, it’s better to follow me. ’
  • ‘ i make no apologies. ’
  • ‘ all of my sins I would repeat and repeat. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be me til the death of me. ’
  • ‘ i can smell your fear. ’
  • ‘ the only reason that i’m here is to wreak havoc. ’
  • ‘ everybody’s praying that i’ll change, yeah maybe one day but tomorrow i’ll be back at it. ’
  • ‘ bad habits they die hard ’
  • ‘ we live fast we die hard. ’
  • ‘ go against me you’ll die hard. ’
  • ‘ Thrive when I’m beating the man ’
  • ‘ straight outta context. ’
  • ‘ hate that you need me. ’
  • ‘ wanna destroy me but you can’t. ’
  • ‘ and if love is real maybe I’m just too bad to remember how good it feels ’

Medieval Warfare.

  • ‘ i’ve been looking for a diamond. ’
  • ‘ it shines like ice. ’
  • ‘ baby you can have it if you say it nice. ’
  • ‘ come on, baby, let’s do something ugly. something you would never touch yourself. ’
  • ‘ can you kill a man with your hands? ’
  • ‘ are you hot? ’
  • ‘ do you want me? ’
  • ‘ think i don’t understand? ’
  • ‘ i’ve been sleeping with a rifle. ’
  • ‘ come on, baby, let’s do something pretty. something you would never touch yourself. ’

Bohemian Rhapsody.

  • ‘ Is this the real life? ’
  • ‘ Is this just fantasy? ’
  • ‘ no escape from reality. ’
  • ‘ i need no sympathy ’
  • ‘ because i’m easy come, easy go. ’
  • ‘ mama, i just killed a man. ’
  • ‘ put a gun against his head pulled my trigger now he’s dead. ’
  • ‘ now i’ve gone and thrown it all away. ’
  • ‘ didn’t mean to make you cry. ’
  • ‘ if i’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on. ’
  • ‘ send shivers down my spine. ’
  • ‘ body’s aching all the time. ’
  • ‘ i don’t want to die. ’
  • ‘ i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all. ’
  • ‘ i see a little silhouetto of a man. ’
  • ‘ thunderbolts and lightning very, very frightening.  ’
  • ‘ nobody loves me. ’
  • ‘ he’s just a poor boy from a poor family. ’
  • ‘ so you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? ’
  • ‘ nothing really matters. ’

Slippin’ Into Darkness.

  • ‘ I was slippin’ into darkness when they took my friend away. ’
  • ‘ he loves to drink good whiskey. ’
  • ‘ i talk to my brother. ’
  • ‘ i got a wife and a baby. ’
  • ‘ I was slippin’ into darkness when I heard my mother say. ’
  • ‘ you’ve been slippin’ into darkness. ’
  • ‘ pretty soon you’re gonna pay. ’

Fortunate Son.

  • ‘ some folks are born made to wave the flag. ’
  • ‘ they point the cannon at you. ’
  • ‘ it ain’t me. ’
  • ‘ i ain’t no senator’s son. ’
  • ‘ i ain’t no fortunate one. ’
  • ‘ some folks are born silver spoon in hard. ’
  • ‘ don’t they help themselves? ’
  • ‘ the house looks like a rummage sale. ’
  • ‘ I ain’t no millionaire’s son. ’
  • ‘ how much should we give? ’

I Started a Joke.

  • ‘ I started a joke. ’
  • ‘ But I didn’t see that the joke was one me. ’
  • ‘ Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me. ’
// You Can Do Better Than Me // SNIPPET Reggie x Reader

Reggie x Reader

You can see the good in Reggie, and you wished he could see it too.

I have to face the truth
That no one could ever look at me like you do
Like I’m something worth holding on to

These times I think of leaving
But it’s something I’ll never do

‘Cause you can do better than me
But I can’t do better than you

LISTEN HERE this is a snippet because i think i hate it but i involved asexual/best friend jughead so YAY i would appreciate any feedback, lay it on me because i personally hate this but i just wanna do it so bad

i think its just drabble and i know its only the opening but tell me what you think!!!! Also, thanks to my boo @onceuponagladerhead 

im also tagging @kingpendleton and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan bc theyre my faves and i need their honest opinions too so cmon lasses tell me if this is aboslute shit and i’ll try harder im just so tired

im an english student i should be able to do this right??

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anonymous asked:

“Look person, I’m sorry I ran you over with my car but maybe you should stay in the bike lane DON’T EVEN THINK OF TAKING ME TO COURT I DON’T CARE IF YOU’R E A LAWYER… shit” AU for Klaine, pretty please?😇

OMG I had so much fun with this one. So…

Klaine / Rated T

“So you know how we joked about me being able to ace law school after all the studying I helped you with back in undergrad?” Blaine’s voice carries to Sebastian’s ears as he slides into his seat at their high top table, situated in their usual corner at the bar about a block or two from the apartment they share. Blaine figures they’ll move to their own places once things get serious with romantic partners or something, but for now… well, they can afford a much nicer place together than they would alone, and to be honest, it’s kind of nice living with your best friend.

Sebastian raises a brow as he takes the beer Blaine slides to him, steadying the glass before opening his mouth to speak. “You better not have dragged me out to the bar just to tell me you’re giving up on your dreams to follow in my footsteps, Anderson. Cause I swear if you throw in the towel just cause that douchebag didn’t like your fucking wonderful composition, I will kick your ass myself-”

Before he can get too riled up, Blaine cuts his friend off with a laughing grin. “Whoa, Bas, calm down! I’m not giving up on my dreams. For the record, I don’t really care what Mr. Hafton thought of my proposal. I’m going to polish it a bit and present it to a different director when the opportunity comes. Anyway…” he lifts his own tall draft and takes a swig before continuing. “Let me tell you how I proved just how much of your schooling my musical brain retained, shall I? It all started with a shitload of traffic…”

Blaine knew better than to ride his bike on such a day. The weather wasn’t the problem- in fact, it was absolutely beautiful out- which was causing the actual issue that Blaine faced. It was the first nice day in a solid two weeks of terrible weather, and everyone was hell bent and determined to enjoy it. That meant that everyone was traveling, trying to get out in the sun, and leaving work as early as possible to boot.

Being a composer for Broadway, Blaine didn’t have a set work schedule, However, Blaine’s clients did have a certain schedule to follow, and Blaine had to fit himself into those schedules. It was best for him to squeeze his meetings into the time between sleep, other meetings, casting calls, and actual performances. Usually, Blaine found himself traveling home just before the early crowd left work, but today…

Well, today people were leaving earlier than usual, which meant Blaine and his bike were hitting all the congestion leaving the city. And New York didn’t have the nicest drivers. Or pedestrians, to be honest.

Even as Blaine had made it out of the main city and into the outskirts where he and Bas shared their apartment, he was still surrounded by traffic and eager pedestrians who didn’t want to share an inch of the sidewalk with his narrow bike path. Of course, the traffic was mostly stand-still, so he wasn’t too worried about being hit, but there was always that fear when the traffic did shift.

During a big shift in traffic, Blaine came up to a jogger with a double-wide stroller on the sidewalk. His narrow path was encroached upon by the stroller, and the woman jogging wasn’t paying any attention to the width of her precious cargo. Blaine panicked. He jerked his handlebars, pitched sideways, and next thing he knew he felt the hot impact of metal before sliding to the ground in a heap, landing painfully atop his bike, a handlebar poking sharply into his gut.

“Hold up, hold up,” Sebastian interrupts, throwing Blaine an incredulous look. “You swerved into traffic instead of side-swiping the stroller?!” Forest green eyes flash with a sort of hunger for justice, and Blaine looks at his friend as if he’s lost his mind.

When Sebastian doesn’t relent, Blaine rolls his eyes and sighs, giving into his friend’s need for more information. Bas always does demand all the details so he can figure out the full case. Oh, what Blaine wouldn’t give for the pompous teen who was only concerned about getting a little action. That Sebastian was so much easier to deal with. Lawyer Sebastian takes himself so much more seriously, and it’s absolutely exhausting sometimes…

“Yes, Bas, I avoided the fucking stroller with two small children inside. I’m not a monster like you!” Blaine mutters darkly about his horrible taste in friends even as Sebastian opens his mouth to retort.

Thankfully, their appetizer platter comes out then, so Bas is interrupted by the waiter asking if they need anything else. “Not just yet,” Blaine answers, kicking Bas under the table when the lawyer snickers at him.

Back to business, Sebastian eyes Blaine seriously even while the composer struggles with a mozzarella stick, cheese oozing out in a lava-hot string to attempt to scald Blaine’s lips off. “It’s a man-eat-man world, Killer. You have to be ruthless to survive. That woman should have paid better attention and kept her kids safe. Not your problem if she failed as a mother.”

Blaine spares a disgusted look for his best friend before directing Sebastian’s attention back to his story. “Right. Like I said, there can only be one devil incarnate, and you already filled that role rather perfectly. Anyway…”

The sound of brakes straining in the new warmth of the weather made Blaine groan in a sort of mutual frustration before a honking horn sounded in the not-so-far distance and Blaine actually cursed a little under his breath. He’d just been hit by a car for Christ’s sake! He’d have thought that might trump getting home a little earlier than normal.

Apparently Blaine had forgotten how heartless New Yorkers starved for sunlight could be, though, as he shifted to sitting only to stare at a haughty looking man in a very nice three-piece suit, staring down at him with a quirked brow visible just above reflective sunglasses that Blaine was sure were very designer and very expensive. “Oh for the love of…”

Blaine’s muttering was interrupted by an irritated exhale and a quick spout off about how Blaine was the person in the wrong. “Look, uh, you,” the guy started, tone like a wasp but voice smooth like Blaine thought he’d like to hear in a bedroom setting. It was very confusing for his body and brain, to say the least. It didn’t help that Blaine was pretty sure his left elbow and possibly shin were bleeding and the stinging was becoming distracting. “I’m sorry I hit you, but, maybe you should have followed the law and stayed in the bike lane?”

It was like the man was speaking to a toddler, and that made something in Blaine’s brain snap. He didn’t care how hot the pissed off guy was, what with his gravity-defying hair and daring fashion sense- that suit wasn’t even a shade of blue that Blaine had a name for!- the guy was being a dick. It wasn’t Blaine’s fault that he’d been in too much of a hurry to get home from… whatever swanky city job he did and wasn’t paying attention to the pedestrian traffic.

So, Blaine told him as much.

“Uh, how ‘bout no?” The man gaped at him, sunglasses perched lower on his nose so he could stare at Blaine with stunning eyes of the greenest blue. Blaine wouldn’t be distracted, though. He had a diva to dethrone, it would seem. “The bike path here is very narrow and often crosses routes with both pedestrians and vehicles. It is the responsibility of all parties to be aware of each other. I was well aware of my surroundings, but a jogger was not paying attention and ran me off my path with her double-wide stroller. Which, I might add, had two babies in it.”

The man didn’t look as bothered by that as Blaine had been, but he didn’t look like he didn’t care at all, as Blaine suspected Bas would were he present. At least this guy wasn’t completely heartless. “Traffic was stopped, thus you should not have been going very fast at all once it started up again. You shouldn’t have had any problem reacting to my falling into your lane, and yet…” Blaine angrily motioned to his bike, and his leg which was awkwardly positioned under him and somewhat inside of the bicycle. It was starting to get rather sore, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to un-pretzel himself without some help.

Tall, poised, and prissy gave him a once over and licked his lips before responding. “Are you some kind of law-student or something?” he asked, that brow quirking even higher. “Whatever. I don’t care. You still don’t have an argument here! I didn’t do anything wro-“

“Oh tell me you started throwing random data at him,” Bas interrupts, a gleeful light in his eye. He’s getting really into the story and Blaine can’t help but grin. He has to admit, he had no idea if he even had any sort of case against the guy, but he knew how to bullshit like he did. Thanks to all that studying with Bas.

Cracking his knuckles, Blaine smirks almost as good as Sebastian as he nods his head proudly. “Of course I did. Told him about law four fifty-seven A of chapter sixteen in the New York Vehicular-Pedestrian code that states how any vehicle driving under ten miles an hour is responsible should it collide with a pedestrian, including cyclists.”

Sebastian is howling now while Blaine explains a couple more laws that he made up, and even a fictitious court case, only to be interrupted by a clearing throat.

“Are you quite finished celebrating your dastardliness?” the voice asks, and Blaine opens his eyes to stare into the greenest blue he’s ever seen, again cocking that brow at him, but this time looking amused rather than angry or intimidated.

Kurt pulls his chair out and joins the pair at their table, less dressed up than the previous day. “Sorry, Kurt,” Blaine says, a laugh still on his voice as he flashes the fashion writer slash actor a warm smile. “Bas was at the office late last night and I didn’t get to talk to him until today. He didn’t know our story til now.”

Sebastian, for his part, has started coughing from his laughing fit. It seems that adding Kurt to the mix just made it even worse. “Is he going to make it?” Kurt asks, not actually looking all that concerned. The middle finger shot his way answers his question, though, and Kurt simply motions for his own beer and helps himself to a potato skin. “Did you tell him how you ended up at my place with a broken bike and a sore ass afterward? Or how I rubbed out the muscle spasm in your thigh?”

The grin that curls on Kurt’s face is absolutely evil while Sebastian wheezes for air. Blaine kind of loves it. “Oh my God!” Sebastian exhales, glaring at both of them. “How in the hell do you go from threatening lawsuits to fucking?!”

That was loud. Blaine winces as half the bar turns to stare at them, while Kurt starts to go red and Bas just keeps staring incredulously at them.

“Nobody said anything about fucking!” Blaine squeaks, while Kurt responds at the same time with “I’m just that good, I guess.”

Oh, and Blaine is sure he’s red enough to make a tomato jealous, but he’s also so turned on he might die. Shit. And Kurt and Bas are getting along like old friends, sparring verbally without any issue. It’s actually amazing. Bas doesn’t get along this well with, well, anyone!

“So, anyway,” Blaine says once he can speak again. “Thanks for making me help you get through law school I guess? And, uh, don’t expect to see my bike around the apartment any time soon. It kinda died, and I don’t think I want to tempt fate twice.”

Blaine got his accidental chance at love or whatever Kurt might be. He doesn’t think he’d get so lucky next time. Best to leave the biking to ruthless people who would have taken out the stroller.

Armin’s Nudes

Eren lost it.

“Oh my God, Armin!”

Armin rushed back into the living room, from the kitchen. “What, Eren? What is it?”

Eren bolted up from his lying position on the couch. “Turns out I don’t know you at all.”

Armin sighed, exasperated, wiping his hands on his cooking apron. “Eren, what the hell are you talking about?”

Eren was still staring at his friend’s phone. “You have dirty pictures.”

Armin’s eyes widened. “What? I deleted those!”

He tried to grab his phone from Eren.

“Well, your recently deleted file is full of fun stuff,” Eren chuckled, evading Armin’s attempts to get his phone back. “Armin, this is some pretty… unexpected stuff…”

Armin was so red in the face. “Eren, stop! Give it back! Those photos are from when I was dating Jean!”

Eren just held the phone high in the air and looked at his friend. “You look pretty hot in these photos, Armin… I think we can put them to good use.”

Eren smiled slyly and turned around, typing on Armin’s phone furiously.

Armin froze, “Eren, what are you doing?”

Eren turned back to face his best friend, showing him the screen. He had opened up a conversation with Erwin Smith, a senior that Armin had had a crush on since the start of the year, and had the illict photos ready to be sent.

Armin freaked. “Eren! Don’t you fucking dare? Eren! Don’t!”

Eren, enjoying riling his friend up so hard, hovered his finger over the send button. “Hahaha, but Armin, I’m telling you. These photos would definitely get you a date with the hot senior.”

Armin jumped on him, which Eren was not expecting. Armin didn’t realise but Eren felt the accidental contact on his finger to the screen. And pressed send.

The both of them hit the ground, Armin’s phone skidding across the floor. Armin scrambled off Eren’s body and to his phone. And what was on the screen was his worst nightmare.

They had sent.

“Holy fucking shit, Erwin!” Levi growled. “Have you been soliciting dirty pictures from freshmen?”

Erwin stared at his phone, the picture on his screen of Armin Arlert. He was a freshman, head of his year and leader of several academic clubs already. He is certainly not the kind of kid that would send… this kind of picture. He was naked in the picture, sitting on the lush carpet. The camera was behind him, you could see the curve of his back, and his ass, which was rather pleasing to look at in Erwin’s opinion. Armin was looking over his shoulder, his blue eyes looking through his thick lashes at the camera. There were three other pictures. They were like the first, tasteful yet sexy.

“No, Levi, I haven’t been. I’ve never even spoken to him before…”

All excelling students were given a list of mobile numbers of excelling seniors for potential tutors.

Levi looked at the picture again. “Shit, that’s Eren’s friend.”

Eren was, for all intents and purposes, Levi’s boytoy. “Eren’s friend? Maybe you can ask him about it?”

Levi snickered, “Fuck no. I’m not risking my booty call for you.”

Erwin glared at him. “So what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Levi grabbed his notebook off the bedroom floor and shrugged, slinging his bag over his should and standing up. “I dunno. Jerk off?”

Erwin threw a pillow at him, Levi hit it away. “Careful, eyebrows. I can, maybe put in a good word for you, since I’m heading over to Armin’s now to pick Eren up.”

Erwin sat up. “Really? I’ll come with.”

Levi’s eyebrows raised. “Oh?”

“I cannot believe that this is happening,” Armin said, panicking.

Eren heard his phone go off, he glanced at it. “Uh, Armin… things just got worse.”

Armin whirled around to face Eren. “How can things possibly get worse?” he hissed through his teeth.

“Levi just texted me to open the door. He’s outside. With Erwin.”

Armin laughed, his crazy eyes starting to worry Eren a little. “Wait, like, outside this house?”

Eren started to run to the front door.

“Eren, don’t you dare open that door!” Armin yelled, chasing after him. But it was too late.

Erwin and Levi stood at the open door staring at Armin. Armin didn’t look bad by any means. He had his makeup on from that day; dark smudged eyeliner that made his blue eyes just that more striking. His lips were supple with lip gloss and his face was flawless bar a bit of flour smudged across his face, his cheeks slightly flushed. Of course that was natural.

He had changed though, wearing short shorts and a tank top with his mother’s pink, frilly cooking apron over the top.

Erwin just stared at the boy. He looked adorable, yet sexy and the same time and it was confusing Erwin’s libido.

Armin then adopted a very angry look on his face that was almost comical to Erwin. “Okay! All three of you! Out!”

He ushered Eren out of the house into the two senior boys and slammed the door, locking it.

Eren pouted before shouting to his best friend. “Aw, you’re no fun!”

Armin flipped him off, even if he couldn’t see it. With a sigh, he heard them leave and he walked back to the kitchen to continue making his cookies.

Just as he put them in the oven, his phone dinged.

Armin sighed and checked his texts. Armin almost dropped his phone.

‘Erwin: Can I take you out to dinner tonight?’

Piece of Cake

Warning: …cussin and waste of food, also unedited(raw draft)
a/n: oneshot drabble, jam fluff. Getting those writing juices flowin’
Summary: high school au/ hamilton
w/c: 3733

“Why the hell are we here?” Alexander groaned, he ran a hand down his tired face. He started to think back at the series of events that led him here. Where was here? Sitting at a long table for two in a Home Economics class. There were various cooking tools, bowls, a sink and small two burner stove top oven…and there was his partner. The bile began to rise up his throat and threatened to force a gag out of him. He glanced over at the purple bomber jacket wearing, big haired, facial hair on fleek idiot beside him. His partner sported a face of immense disinterest, his eyes on his phone as he scrolled with his thumb.


“Because you’re a fucking idiot who got us kicked out of Creative Writing.” Thomas responded with a hiss, he didn’t look up while he spoke to Alexander, he didn’t want to look at the face of the guy who placed him in this bullshit elective.

Honestly that was not how he remembered it going down at all. What he remembered was signing up for the Creative Writing class with his friends Aaron and Gilbert. His best friend John Laurens wasn’t a fan of writing and took on Aquatics as his elective. Alexander was more of an academic, though he tried his hand in sports. He was fairly good at wrestling but found it hard to maintain the proper weight/height ratio to stay in his class. He decided to follow Aaron in a more relaxed subject, one he knew he was well versed at as well. As for Gilbert…well he was in it because Mr. Washington was teaching the class.


Alexander only expected the best of the best to be there, Angelica Schuyler’s little sister Eliza was taking the class, as she did the year before. It was highly recommended after that. Alexander expected James Madison the kid who skipped two full grades to be there, he seemed to enjoy writing as well. What he didn’t expect was Thomas Jefferson to be there. Apparently he was some kid that moved away then moved back or some weird drama. He was popular when he left and even more so when rumors flooded in that he and Angelica were dating.

Not. True.


He wasn’t a fan of someone who just waltzed into school like that. Alexander wasn’t popular…he tried and he was popular among his close friends. Most people found him annoying, the kid who got in trouble and still managed to get the grades. Kid who never shut up and pissed off nearly everyone. It took a certain kind of person to put up with him. “Maybe if you didn’t start talking shit I wouldn’t have thrown my book at you.” Alex growled back, remembering clearly that in the middle of his discussion, Thomas had clearly leaned over to Madison. He looked right at Alex and laughed right at him.


Thomas rolled his eyes, still not giving Alex the benefit of meeting his eye contact. “Please, you don’t even know I was talking about you and even if I was, someone who talks as much shit as you should be able to take it.” The dislike was mutual. Thomas was not a fan of popularity in the sense of having people flock him. He liked being admired from afar. Little knew but he was quite awkward around too many people, often leaning on the moral support of his friends like Madison. Alexander threw him off balance. He was boisterous and impossible to ignore, more importantly he brought out an ugly side to Thomas that no one had seen before.


“I can take the shit talking!” Alex yelled, earning a hush from their new elective teacher. Of course, it was bold face lie. Alexander could deal out some of the rudest, wittiest insults but the moment it was directed back at him he flew off the handle. In his mind, he had to have the last word, the last say, the last insult no matter what. He was in the middle of a great discussion when Thomas interrupted him. Sure throwing his book across the room and taking out Madison instead of Thomas was a bad idea. It would have been well worth it if he had hit Thomas instead. “No one told you to return fire…”

“You fucking socked James in the face with your book and gave him a nosebleed.”

“I said I was sorry.” Alex crossed his arms.

“After you complained about how your shot would have been perfect if it wasn’t for his, and I quote, ‘bulbous air brained head’” Alexander smirked to himself, it was a good time to use his word of the day. “Now thanks to you, James is stuck in the nurse’s office and the only other elective I get is Home Ec, stuck with you.”


The fight didn’t go over well with George. Who, as much as he loved Alexander as a student and a person, wanted him to learn a little restraint even when it came to those he had trouble tolerating. Alex felt personally attacked. He was Washington’s favorite, he was the cool new kid that everyone befriended. Then the ‘legend’ Thomas Jefferson, rich, snobby, basketball player comes back and everyone is up in arms. Angelica and Lafayette were apparently his friends first, George missed him since he coached the team. Even Aaron Burr spoke highly of Thomas. It was sickening. “Whatever lets just get this over with.”


The bell rang and Mrs.Adams began instruction they were to make a dish  that reminded them of home. The deep sentimentality made Alexander’s stomach churn. He had been through various foster homes, hopscotched around so many times the past was just a blur. That was another internal lie, he purposely tried to keep his past in the past. He looked over at Thomas. He was from the South or something, he remembered hearing that stupid twang in his voice. He probably wanted to make fried chicken or something. They were suppose to work together, other groups already started brainstorming while Thomas started taking out pots from the cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Alex watched as Thomas silently began to maneuver around him.

“I’m going to make my comfort food.” He answered, “Be a doll, and get me some cheese from the fridge.”

“This suppose to be a team thing, we didn’t discuss what we’re making.” Alex ignored his instructions. Thomas rolled his eyes and went to get the items himself. Fine,if that was how he was going to play it. Alexander went to the back and grabbed a large, clear, cylindrical container of ground up coffee.

He returned just as Thomas was filling up a pot with sink water. “What are You doing?”

“I’m going to make my comfort food.” Alexander echoed in a mocking voice, it was hard to mock Thomas’s voice. It was low and rumbly but not at all gritty. It was…smooth and low, like dark chocola–


“We can’t make two different foods, we can only turn in one.” Thomas glared as Alexander popped the container open and started measuring out a few cups of ground coffee. “Coffee isn’t even a fucking food, you dunderhead.”

“Doll, now Dunderhead, what are you fifty?” Thomas was old fashion, his tastes were dated and so was were his insults apparently. “Hm, then I guess whoever finishes first gets to turn in our assignment.” Alex mused watching Thomas’s dark eyes narrow at him. They shared a silent moment, which was rare, nothing but glares and shallow breathing before they broke away and furiously went to cooking. Racing to be the other.


Thomas turned and dumped all of the pasta in the water before it was boiling. Alex went and started practically throwing cups of flour into the bowl with his coffee. A puff of flour rose from his bowl and dusted itself onto Thomas’s jacket sleeve. “Fucking watch it slob.” He tore off his jacket and revealed intensely toned biceps and a tight tshirt that hugged his wide chest. Alexander clenched his jaw unable to repress the small wave of shock. Thomas felt eyes on him and looked down. Alexander was glaring a hole into Thomas ‘s arm. “Take a picture, it lasts longer” He purred.


The shorter student felt a rage. The same violent rage he felt when he heard Thomas laugh at him. That stupid, soft, bell like laugh that was warm and light, completely contradicting what Hamilton assumed his laugh would sound like. With no book to throw and no time to waste, Alex eyed the open bag of flour that was between him and Jefferson. In midmix he elbowed the back and watched it flop over all over Thomas’s side of the table. “Whoops.” Alex smiled, the flour trickled off the side of the table down to Thomas’s fancy oxfords.


His southern attitude shined as he sucked his teeth and rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Thomas kicked off some of the excess flour from his feet and looked over at Alex. He waited until he was measuring cups of milk and just as he began to Thomas nudged his arm causing him to spill out of the bowl and onto himself. “Whoops~”

“You, fuckin’” Alex turned and was met by a flour covered hand smearing the white dust all over his face.

“Good look for you, Hamilton, ever considered wearing makeup to cover up those baby hairs on your chinny-chin-chin?” Thomas smirked, insulting the only thing that kept the strangely rosy, baby faced Hamilton from looking overly feminine. Thomas went back to stirring the pasta now that the water was now in a rolling boil. Hamilton angrily wiped his face, getting only some of the flour off his skin. He looked down at the batter he was making and smirked.


“Thomas…” Alexander cooed, sickly sweet. Falsely sweet but it sent a strange sensation down Thomas’s spine. He turned his head cautiously and noticed Alexander was still covered in flour. Ha. He smirked but it started to fade when he tried to read Alex’s expression. It was soft, no smile, cheeks flared. He was slightly disarmed, long enough for Alex to lean forward. Thomas’s nervous and awkward tendencies started to shine as he backed up, slightly gawk like expression in his eyes. Hamilton, confident as always, got so close their chests bumped. And fast as a whip, Thomas’s well maintained facial hair was slapped by Alex. He felt a wet, goop on his face. “I think coffee cake batter is a good shade for you.”

Jefferson frantically shoved Alex aside, his bowl in his hand, as he hogged the sink. Alex lost control of his bowl and his batter went flying all over the floor. Thomas ran out water over his face. He made quick work of the cake mix before it made him break out.

A livid Alexander who’s “hard work” was now splattered on the ground walked over to the sink. He pressed his thumb against the faucet hole and the water pressure exploded as a stream of water aimed at Thomas’s wild, mane like hair. “You missed a spot”

Thomas shook his head, his curls now hung low heavy from being dampened. “So did you!” He grabbed Alexander by the collar and held him up a few inches off the ground.

“BOYS” Mrs. Adams glared at them. “I hope you two have your dish done in the next thirteen minutes…or else you will both not only be failed, it will be a trip to Principal King’s office!”

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I'm honestly just here to supply mitjo til mars updates again

submitted by anon:

I was pretty sure Mitch Mueller was going to kill me. As I grew up it was for different reasons but they all led to my demise. In middle school I thought he would hang me up a flag pole during summer break and let the birds eat away at my carcass. In senior year of highschool I thought he’d burying me alive in a ditch somewhere in the woods, or maybe tie me to a really heavy rock and push my in the river. A few weeks later I figured my end was near when I was asked to take pictures for prom and Mitch offered to drive me. God I hope that cyclist was okay. And now a few years later I’m staring at the bright red letters on the front of the hospital building, standing like an idiot with legs that feel like both jell-o and lead knowing damn well Mitch Mueller was going to give me a heart attack I swear.

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To The Four of Us (Part Two)

Hey again (lol no one is reading this). This is part two of my hamilton college AU story! Read part one first so you know what’s going on!! I’m just writing right now because it’s fun but hey if people end up liking it, I might stick to it.

PLEASE let me know if you like it so I know whether or not I should continue. Happy reading (if anyone reads this lol ok bYE)

{Part one is here}

words: 911

soundtrack song: Kiss You Inside Out - Hedley

full soundtrack: x

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Thirsty Thursday - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,426

Summary: The reader wants Dean to go out for Thirsty Thursday, even though he needs to study for an important test.

Part 1 Part 2


“A video?” You say confused.

“Yup.” Dean says with a smirk.

“Oh god. Did I do something ridiculous at the bar?” You say suddenly feeling nervous.

“Nah, we were here. It was just you and me.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi... Um can you do a Exo reaction to them reacting u asking them for a boob/butt massage...?

Xiumin: He bit his lip, quirking his brow suggestively. “Whatever my lady wants, my lady shall have.” what a gentleman

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

Luhan (ex-member): He laughed awkwardly, tongue swiping across his lower lip. “Was that a joke or …?” He couldn’t hide the hopefulness in his voice.

Originally posted by dawnlus

Kris (ex-member): Considering the size of his hands, he was not too surprised by the obsession you had formed on them. You always asked to hold his hand, for back massages, now this. He didn’t know if he liked this kink of yours or not but if it meant he could touch your boobs/butt then he saw no reason to complain.

Originally posted by wugalaxy

Suho: Blushing cherry red, he chuckled, wondering if you were serious.

Lay: This precious cinnamon roll thought that it was your time of the month and were in pain so without even a second thought to the request, he was massaging you and asking if you wanted some soothing tea as well.

Originally posted by parkchny

Baekhyun: At first he was shy but then, not wanting to let the opportunity pass him by, he got to work quickly.

Originally posted by sefuns

Chen: Being the tease that he is, Jongdae put on an over dramatic show – “Aish, you always think about your needs! Why should I listen to your orders just like that?” Honestly, he just wanted to make you beg.

Originally posted by sassy-osh

Chanyeol:

Originally posted by kpop-rose

D.O: Sighing, he rubbed his temples to calm himself down. After a hard day of dance practice and dealing with idiots (Baekhyun) he had been hoping that you would offer him a massage. “Maybe some other day,” he promised, “if you massage me today.”

Tao (ex-member): He was excited but also nervous, having never given a boob/butt massage before.

Originally posted by baek-tao-the-future

Kai: Licking his lips, he scrunched his nose at you like a hungry wolf. “Who am I to deny my woman’s needs?” he asked.

Originally posted by drawien

Sehun: Sprawled out across your shared bed, his lanky limbs strewn everywhere, he lazily turned over to give you a pointed look. “No. Why should I? The dinner you made today was weak but if you do a better job tomorrow, maybe I’ll think about it.” But his front only lasted for a second, until you ran your hand up his thigh. Then he was back to being a horny little shit again.

Originally posted by sehunijjang

bumblebee - leafy x reader

i just felt like writing something cuddly n fluffy bc i’ve been feelin so Soft recently
ps sorry for not updating the other fic in a while, hopefully this will hold u lads over for now
also posting this on mobile, so pls excuse the lack of readmore thanks

warnings: sexual mentions, fluFf

-x-

Fifteen hours.
The boy had been asleep for fifteen goddamn hours.
This wasn’t anything unusual for him; his sleeping pattern was often as such: stay awake for anywhere up to three days straight, and then sleep it all off in one go. But even at that, fifteen hours was a bit excessive, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have almost guessed he was dead.
So I crept into our bedroom, the door creaking as I slipped past it, the soft glow of Calvin’s idle computer the only thing lighting my path, and there he lay, a tangled mess under blankets and sheets, snoring softly.
I sauntered to the bed and sat beside him, now getting a closer look, and I took in his soft features, his mouth parted slightly as he breathed, hair splayed out upon the pillow, and his hands at rest on either side of his head as he lay, on his stomach, like a baby.
I reached out and ran a finger through his soft hair, brushing it out of his face and back into shape, letting my nails graze his scalp. I heard him stop snoring and he let out a quiet sound, akin to a whimper, at the feeling of my touch.
“Bug,” I called out to him; had he been conscious he would have surely berated me for addressing him by the little pet name I had given him, probably made a snide comment at how pet names are “cringey” and “gay” and how he’s not into that mushy shit, so I took this rare opportunity to coo at him with full force.
“Hey, bug,” I whispered again, this time a little louder, nudging him by the head to try to rouse him. At this, he stirred, shuffling under the blankets a bit and crinkling his nose. I left my hand laced in his dark locks, and grazed my thumb from his eyebrow to his temple almost motherly.
His eyes flitted open at the contact, and he sniffled a bit before shifting his gaze up to me. At the sight of his face he smiled and shut his eyes again sleepily.
“Hi,” he mumbled, voice raspy with sleep, and I continued to massage his hair.
“Hey,” I smiled, “it’s about time you finally woke up, I’ve been waiting all day.”
He sniffled again, crinkling his nose, and yawned, “what time is it?”
“Like, seven,” I answered.
He blinked slowly in thought. “At night?”
“Mhm.”
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, voice rumbling in the back of his throat, “I just fucking slept, like, fifteen hours.”
I giggled to myself, sliding my hand out from under his hair and letting it retreat back to me, to which he responded by furrowing his brow.
“What? Why’d you stop?” He whined.
“Stop what?” I teased.
“Rubbing my head,” he mumbled, still curled up in sleep.
“You want me to keep going?”
“Mm,” he grunted.
“Nah,” I smirked, “I think you should get out of bed.”
“No,” he hissed.
“Calvin, you’ve been asleep for fifteen hours, aren’t you awake yet?”
“(Y/N),” he whined, “come here.”
I leaned my face in a little closer to his. “Okay, I’m here, what do you want?”
“Nooo,” he fussed, “come here, with me.”
So I climbed into bed, draping as much of the tangled comforter over my back as I could, and hooked my arm around his body, craning it upwards towards his neck so I could get at the hair at his nape and fiddle with it. He sighed contentedly at the contact.
Calvin’s eyes flitted open again, and he smiled at me. “Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted sleepily.
I giggled. “Hey, bug.”
He groaned in protest. “Again with this fucking nickname, dude.”
“What? What’s wrong with it?” I argued.
“It doesn’t even make sense,” he whined further, nuzzling his head into my shoulder, “what the fuck does it mean? Why ‘bug’ of all things?”
“‘Cause you’re my little bean bug,” I teased. He let out a throaty and drawn-out groan.
“Stoopppp,” he pouted, “so fucking stupid.”
“You’re such a baby,” I giggled, kissing his hair and pulling him closer to my body, before peppering more kisses from the top of his head down to his cheek.
“(Y/N),” he mumbled.
“Hm?” I hummed in between little kisses on his chubby cheeks and down towards his jawline.
“I like that,” he mumbled into the pillow.
“Like what?”
“When you kiss me like that.”
I giggled into his skin, kissing down to his neck, feeling his skin grow hot and flushed at the feeling.
“And you smell good, as well,” he added.
“You smell like someone who’s been sleeping all day.”
He craned his neck up to kiss me just beneath the earlobe, and I responded by placing a chaste kiss on his shoulder, over the fabric of his t-shirt.
“(Y/N),” he began. I propped myself up so I was lying halfway on top of him, my face hovering over his, and with my right hand I began brushing back his hair out of his face.
“Yes?” I cooed, studying his features as I said it, beaming at his flushed cheeks and his bright eyes and his button nose.
“Make me some breakfast, please.”
I scoffed. “What? You are perfectly capable of making your own breakfast.”
He pouted at my words. “Yeah, but you’re way fuckin’ better at making omelets than I am.”
“It’s not even breakfast time!” I exclaimed, “It’s seven at night, you should be eating dinner.”
“But I want an omelet,” he whined.
“You are such a pest,” I teased.
“Please,” he pleaded, “if you do this for me, I’ll, uh… eat your pussy? Yeah, I’ll eat your pussy in exchange for an omelet, how bout that.”
“You seriously like omelets enough that you would eat pussy for one?”
He giggled. “I mean, I’d pretty much eat your pussy for free, so…”
I rolled my eyes, and leaned down to press another kiss to his right cheek, my hand caressing the other as I did so. He wrapped his arms tightly against my waist, hugging me close.
“You don’t have to make it now, though,” he sighed contentedly, “we can just stay like this, for a while, if you want.”
I kissed him at the nook between his shoulder and his neck. “Whatever you say, bean bug.”
“What the fuck is a ‘bean bug’, anyways? Is that even a real thing?”
“I dunno, I just kinda made it up. It might be a real thing.”
“Let’s google it,” he giggled.
I slid off him and turned so that my back was facing him and he wrapped an arm around me from behind, spooning me, looking over my shoulder as I typed the words ‘bean bug’ into my phone.
As I searched, I heard him say, “so are we just doing fucking bug nicknames now?”
I shrugged, smiling to myself. “I dunno, I guess, maybe.”
“Uh, okay,” he giggled, “then, uh, what the fuck should I call you, then? Fucking, uh, ‘bumblebee’ or some shit?”
“Hah,” I laughed, “sure, that’s actually kinda cute.”
“Oh my god, dude,” he groaned, “I was joking.”
I clicked off my phone and chuckled to myself, eyes growing heavy.
“What the fuck happened, I thought we were googling fucking ‘bean bugs’ or whatever?” He scoffed.
“Yeah,” I cooed, “but now I’m getting sleepy, too.”
“So you’re not gonna make me an omelet?”
I exhaled a laugh. “Uh-uh. I think I’ll sleep for a little bit.”
Calvin sighed, plopping back down on the bed, and nuzzled his face into my hair, pulling my body flush against his and intertwining his bare legs with mine.
“Whatever you say, bumblebee.”

Aggressive

Originally posted by thugshawn


Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 936

Warnings: swearing and violence

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It was my fault. I caused this.

It happened on New Years eve where almost everyone was drunk or tipsy, except for me. Why? I just don’t like the thought of being in an altered state of conscious around a whole heap of people, that’s all. If I hadn’t gone to talk to the only other sober person at the party then everything would have been so different. We wouldn’t be in this position.

New Years Eve

I was sitting in a circle of drunks. Sure, now is the time you let loose and celebrate (or mourn) the year that just passed but I just don’t think it’s really necessary to go all out. It’s only 8pm and someone has already passed out on a hammock. I look to my left to see Shawn, smiling widely between his deep, loud chuckles that everyone finds infectious. He has that effect on people. I intertwine our fingers, still watching his face. I’m rewarded with a beautiful smile and a soft kiss on my cheek. He’s still a gentleman, even when he’s intoxicated.

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Not So Cute Meet-Cutes

or, “I lie, these are still pretty cute” AUs

  • “Look person, I’m sorry I ran you over with my car but maybe you should stay in the bike lane DON’T EVEN THINK OF TAKING ME TO COURT I DON’T CARE IF YOU’R E A LAWYER… shit” AU
  • “Oh my god ohmyogd ohmy god i did not mean to punch you in the nose. there’s blood… everywhere…i think… i’m going to faint” AU
  • “ugh i hate drunk people. CONTROL YOURSELVES. what are you doing? no. NO. NO GET AWAY FROM ME! DON’T THROW UP ON MY NEW SHOES!!” AU
  • “i’m a new waiter and i am so nervous please forgive me for spilling your wine, your dinner, and your dessert on your date and then tripped onto said date as you were trying to propose. seriously. my bad.” AU
  • “we’re the only people in this section of the library and I really really needed to fart. I’M SO SORRY. PLEASE LET US FORGET ABOUT THIS. I HAD A BURRITO FOR LUNCH OKAY?!” AU
  • “i accidentally got us banned from this amusement park for life because i got mad at the mascot and decided to tackle him to the ground and you were the stranger i asked to hold my stuff” AU
  • “i tried to act cool at this concert and i thought i was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground. broken. in pieces. and everyone’s glaring at me (particularly the really hot guitarist). um…i can pay for that?” AU
  • “look it wasn’t arson alright. if i’m going to jail i want this in the public record. i set that abandoned shed on fire because it has ghosts. GHOSTS. and everyone knows the only way to kill ghosts is with fire. no officer, i’m not crazy.” AU
  • “my friend bet me that i wouldn’t make out with the next person that stepped through that door. now i seriously regret it because you are soooo much cuter than your friend. is it weird for me to flirt with you when i just had my tongue down their throat?” AU
  • “we’re both in a hostage situation and i know now isn’t the time, but what product do you use in your hair, because wow, it looks super soft. RIGHT. SORRY. NO TALKING. DON’T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT MR. HOSTAGE CRIMINAL GUY. AHAHAHAHA. *whispering* if we survive please let me know. i need to know. thanks.” AU. 
BTS Gang!AU (part 1)

Summary: A dead mother, an abusive father and a past no one want to have, with all of your baggage you meet a new gang in your new school and you don’t know if you have to be happy or not, what you do know is that you are in for a hell of a bumpy ride. 

words:1K

Characters: You, Bangtan boys, oc’s

Rating: Probably M later on because of gore, blood and death,but not for now. There will never be smut in this story.

disclaimer: All similarities with other stories were not meant to be, I made the characters myself and are not people in real life, except the bangtan boys, but still their personality’s will probably differ from real life. (also skip the summary, it sucks XD)


I pulled the straps of my backpack tighter as I walked through the big iron gate and on to the school ground for the very first time. The school looked like it had not been cleaned for years, the windows were all covered in dirt and dust. Most of the trees and plants were dying and it looked more like an old prison that had broken down then a high school.


The students were all scattered around the school in tiny groups, their uniforms were not worn properly and some of the girls even wore their skirts two sizes too short so you could see there ass hanging out. I was grossed out immediately and at the same time got self-conscious about how I was looking. At my last school I had looked like the outsider because I wasn’t wearing Gucci 24/7, but here I looked like an outsider because I looked like, well not like a gangster or hooker.


I walked further on to the schoolyard unsure of where to look, I could just feel al the stairs in my back. My legs where trilling when I made a walk for the school entrance. One of the doors was open and a stone blocked it from closing, a couple was leaning against the other door while making out. My nose scrunched up when I passed them. I did not want to know where the guys hand was. I shook my head and stepped in the school, and believe me or not it looked even worse than the outside. The red lockers were all gross and from 99% of them the paint was falling off, some weren’t even closed for some unknown reason. The doors from the classrooms were all closed and on the point of breaking down, I could probably break them with one kick. On one of the doors there was a small board which said ‘head office’ and I walked towards it. There was a hint of smoke in the air.  I knocked softly on the door, if I pushed harder it would surely break. I waited for a moment and could hear a lot of rummage and cursing. Finally the door creakingly opened  and I had to cough because the smell got horrible, a whelm of smoke hit my nose and I got lightheaded.


The man that had pushed the door open looked in his 40’s and looked awful, his face was gross, and looked like he had not come out of his puberty at all, he had a lot of pimpless and big eye bags, his eyes dropped a bit and he looked drunk, which he probably was. His lips were broken and he had bed hair. His cloths weren’t that better, he wore pants with holes in it and a white t-shirt with stains on it. His shoes needed some cleaning and he wore a lot of rings. Oh he also had his whole ears pierced and one threw his eyebrow. He coughed before studying me from toe to head. He looked so confused I decided to help his poor ass. 


“I’m sorry to ‘disturb’ you but I am looking for the head master of this school, I’m new you see? Could you point me to him?” I asked with one eyebrow pushed up. He rubbed his temple and sighed as if I was a big burden before answering my question.


“Really.. Is this why you woke me?” I looked at him with big eyes, he looked at me like I was crazy, did I really just ask something so weird? He rolled his eyes when he saw my questioning look, and then started laughing! Was this man crazy? What the fuck was this school even. When he finally was done laughing. He started talking again. “Oh dear little girl, you ain’t surviving this place, you are probably gonna die at the end of this day.” Okay… what the actual fuck. “I mean look at you, dressed like that you are gonna be eaten alive.” When he saw that I didn’t react he huffed again. “okay just look for Kim Namjoon get it? You will find him easily. Remember Kim Namjoon, he is the real boss here, not me. I don’t give a shit about this hell hole” Wait so this man is the head master… and I should look for a random guy who ruled this school. Well then looked like my troubles weren’t over just jet. The ‘head master’ was about to go back but I needed one more thing.


“Sir thank you. But could you maybe tell me how this Namjoon guy looks, that would be easier for me” He sighed turning back around to me.


“He has white hair right now, and he is always with six other boys. Probably behind the building.” He turned around real quick and pushed the door close after entering letting me alone in the school hall before I could answer. I sighed and walked outside, furthering my search for, well the one in control here. Kim Namjoon.


I walked outside again, the couple still in the exact same place. I moved my eyes all over the place searching for seven boys among everyone. It was hard because the majority here were boys, at least from what I had seen so far. I could see one boy staring at me, he had this weird smile, really boxy. When he saw me looking, he waved his hand at me. As to tell me to come over. I tried ignoring him continuing my search for a guy with blond hair but I could just feel him stare at me. I was about to go around the building following the old men’s advice when my hand was gripped and someone turned me around. I almost fell from the harsh movement but found my balance. When looking up I saw it was the guy with the box smile. Great. He tilted his head to the right studying my face and then my body.


“So… why are you ignoring me?” The guy asked me as if he was sincerely hurt. I pushed my hand out of his, it was still in his from when he turned me around, and ignored his question asking my own.


“I’m sorry I am searching for a guy named Namjoon, do you know where I can find him?” The guy rolled his eye. What was it whit this people here, rolling their eyes at me. 


“Well, princess, if you just came to me earlier we would have been there already, I was gonna take you to him, but since you want to find him so badly on your own why don’t you show me where he is?” 


“How do you expect me to show you were he is when I don’t know where he is!” This guy had some issues, like logical issues. He still smiled brightly when he answered.


“Come on! Have a little imagination, it will be a small adventure”


Originally posted by booptae

Hope you liked it and Chapter 2 is on it’s way, I don’t have couples thought out so if you prefer one guy just say so and I will look into that. And I don’t have a beta reader so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes I tried my best hahah.

Quickie

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Warning: Smut

So, I sometimes take like 9 billion years to actually finish stories so my bad. Don’t kill me plz. I hope you lovelies enjoy!

“So, you think you can do it?” Floyd questions glancing ahead at Flag.

“Yea, shouldn’t be too hard,” you whisper to him.

“Why does she get to do it?” Harley whines, pouting at Floyd.

“Because sleight of hand is her specialty. If I need someone’s head smashed open with a baseball bat, I’ll let you know.”

“You better,” She says, her bubbly attitude returning.

“Hey, Flag! We gotta take a break, man. That last fight left us winded,” Boomerang says, shooting you a wink.

He huffs, glancing around.

“Fine. We’ll rest up ahead. Not long,” he says, motioning towards a slightly intact building.

Before you enter, Floyd grabs your arm.

“Be careful. Not just for your sake. He might blow all of us up if you fuck up.”

“Wow, no pressure, right?” You joke, shrugging out of his grip.

You go inside and you notice Flag going up to the second level.

Perfect opportunity to have him alone.

Now or never.

You take a deep breath and head for the stairs, only to be shoved back by Katana.

Jesus Christ! Relax, princess. I just want to talk to him,”

“It’s alright, Katana,” Flag says, nodding you upstairs.

You stick your tongue out at her on the way up. You follow him into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind you.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Ooh, someone’s cranky,” you tease.

“I’m really not in the mood for this shit, so if-”

You pull him into a rough kiss, taking him by surprise.

He gently pushes you away, his hand resting on your hip.

“What…what are you doing?”

“You look stressed,” you whisper, rubbing his shoulders.

“I could help you…relieve that stress.”

He pushes you back again and you pout.

“You think I don’t know that you stare at my ass every chance you get? I’m not that stupid, honey.”

“You were stupid enough to get caught and taken to Belle Reve,” he shoots back.

“Oh, now that wasn’t very nice. Maybe you should bend me over this table to apologize.”

You trail kisses up his neck to his jaw and you hear his breath hitch.

“Come on, just a quickie.”

His eyes lock onto yours hungrily as he hoists you up and sets you down on the table. His lips crash into yours, his hand resting on the back of your neck. You nip at his bottom lip and he comes closer between your legs. You hear him groan and he pulls back.

“Oh, you have a bad side, don’t you?” You tease.

“Shut up. I shouldn’t be…”

“Who cares! No one is going to find out…Please?” You beg, batting your eyelashes.

“I just want someone to touch me…” you brush your lips against his ear.

“To feel someone inside me before they send me back to Belle Reve…please…”

He kisses you again, this time gently and runs his fingers through your hair.

“Okay…” he whispers.

This is too fucking easy.

Like taking candy from a baby.

But…maybe you do feel a little bad about doing this. Just a little bit.

He’s vulnerable and you’re practically taking advantage of him…oh, who are you kidding? He wouldn’t have said yes if he didn’t want you. Come on, you can do this. It’s not like you aren’t attracted to him. He’s hot, and being a man of authority makes him even hotter.

His lips attack your neck in an instant, your fingers running through his hair.

He sucks roughly on your exposed neck, leaving love bites down to your chest. He slowly unbuttons your shirt, guiding his cold fingers against your skin.

You bite your lip and glance towards the device on his arm. A little more complicated than snatching a watch off someone’s wrist, but you can adapt.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when the cold air hits your bare chest. Your shirt and bra now on the floor.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters against your skin, wrapping his mouth around your sensitive nipple.

He pinches the other and you moan, arching into his touch.

You slide your hand down his bicep towards the device, your fingers almost wrapping around the release. But he quickly flips you around, bending you over the table.

He yanks your pants down quickly and positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly.

He starts out gentle, his touch burning your skin.

You haven’t felt someone in so long. His pace starts to quicken and his nails dig into your hips.

You moan loudly before his hand covers your mouth.

“They’re gonna hear you…” he rasps, slowly pulling his hand away.

You grip onto the table tightly, stifling your moans as best as you can.

His hand tangles through your hair softly, his thrusts now hard and slow. His cock feels amazing inside of you, hitting all the right spots to drive you wild.

“Y/N…” he moans quietly.

“Fuck,” you squeak, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

The table creaks as his hips snap hard into yours, echoing around the room.

He reaches around and rubs your clit, burying his face in your hair.

You cry out as your body shakes from your intense orgasm and not long after, he shoots his cum inside you.

You’re barely able to catch your breath before Rick comes to his senses, pulling out of you and hastily zipping his pants up.

You slowly put your clothes back on, dread setting in your stomach.

You fucked him but you couldn’t get the device. You’re sure the others will be pissed.

“We should uh…”

“Hit me,” you command.

“W-what?”

You huff, standing by the door.

“They’re gonna know something is up. Better they think we were fighting rather than fucking.”

He gives you a silent nod and moves past you to open the door but you grab his arm.

“Thank you,” you whisper with a small smile.

“My pleasure,” he says with a smirk.

You walk out of the room towards the steps.

“Too bad you couldn’t get the device though, right?”

Fuck… You turn around.

But a hard punch to your jaw sends you tumbling down the stairs, your back slamming into the floor. Rick slowly descends the stairs with a scowl.

“Next time one of you pulls shit like that again,” he points to the device, “you’re getting blown up. Understand?”

He storms outside without another word, Katana following closely behind.

“You alright?” Harley questions pulling you to your feet.

“Eh, I’ll live. But that…that was a shit plan,” you say, glaring at Floyd.

“It was worth a shot. At least you got to rough him up a bit,”

You scoff. “He did most of the ‘roughing up’ actually.”

Oh boy, he did.

Onew: Okay so Jonghyun, your mom asked me to teach you how to cook because she doesn’t want to cook your meals all the time

Jonghyun: …can you even cook?

Onew: …get the fuck up and get to your damn kitchen who the fuck are you to question me i bet your short ass can’t even reach the top cabinets maybe i should let your tiny ass fucking starve you release two solo albums and you think you can talk more shit i’ll fight you right now i don’t fucking care let’s go tiny by nature-

Jonghyun: okay!! damn!! you star in one drama in 2015 and you get a damn attitude you lucky you look good shit and your thighs can crush my skull damn!!! a bitch just wanna enjoy his fucking candles and you’re just on me!!! get out my room!!!

Onew: no you need to come with me to the kitchen

Jonghyun: NO *swings his arms over dramatically, knocks over a candle* OH GOD MY PEACH BELINI

Onew: jonghyun your curtains are on fire!

Jonghyun: WHO CARES I JUST LOST MY BEST CANDLE

Onew: JONGHYUN WHAT THE FUCK YOUR FUCKING ROOM IS ON FIRE

Jonghyun: LEAVE ME ALONE *BURSTS INTO TEARS* I’M AN ARTIST I’M FRAGILE

Onew: CLIMB OUT THE WINDOW BEFORE WE FUCKING DIE

Onew & Jonghyun: *crawls out of the window and stands on the ledge of the roof as flames pour out of the bedroom window*

Jonghyun: …hyung…this situation is inspiring me..i feel the music coming over me…

Onew: …are you fucking kidding me?

Jonghyun: give me a beat

Onew: I’m not giving you a fucking be-

Jonghyun: GIVE ME A BEAT

Onew: … *starts a beat as firefighters show up*

Jonghyun: 

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Onew: i wonder if this drop will be enough to kill me…

Meeting at Winterfell -

Imagine being a Stark and meeting Sandor Clegane at Winterfell

Word Count: 1,065

They call him the Hound, his name is Sandor Clegane and he has been in the service of the crown since just after Robert’s Rebellion. He’s the sworn sword of the crowned Prince. The words of Jory Cassel rang through your head as you stared across the court yard at the tall, muscled man known as the Prince’s dog. The right side of his face was heavily scared, burned you had heard whispered, by his own brother the Mountain, Gregor Clegane. The Hound was dressed in simple armor, the only thing unique about it was the dog’s head helm tucked under his arm. He wasn’t particularly handsome, but he didn’t seem to be too much of a brute as you had heard he was from listening to stories Joffrey Baratheon had been telling a few servants that morning.

“Why are you staring at the Hound?” the words of your twin brother, Robb, entered your ear suddenly, scaring you and making you slap his arm in annoyance. “Seriously, Y/n, what’s your fascination with him?” behind him stood Theon Greyjoy and your half-brother Jon Snow.

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