maybe this is the first step

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Alex's first hickey

It hadn’t dawned on her at the time. Why would it have? A beautiful woman’s lips had been roaming around her body; her mind was understandably elsewhere when it had happened. Yet, when she woke up and looked in the mirror, she saw it, instantly.

A hickey. Her first ever hickey.

Well, maybe not. There was also a similar mark on the inside of her right thigh and she wasn’t sure which one occurred first.

‘Wear it with pride, Danvers.’

Alex ran fingers over the mark and sighed. ‘It’s noticeable, isn’t it?

Maggie stepped forward and wrapped strong arms around Alex’s waist. ‘C’mon, you really think that someone would dare give Alex Danvers a hard time over a hickey?’

‘It’s not that, it’s…’

Maggie filled in the blanks as she remembered the girl she had just started dating had one foot still firmly in the closet. ‘Oh.’

‘And I’d have to make up some imaginary guy and that wouldn’t feel right. I don’t want to lie, not about you. What sort of girlfriend would that make me?’

‘One that isn’t fully out yet and that’s okay.’ Her hold on Alex tightened. ‘Lying about me won’t hurt my feelings. I understand, Alex and I don’t want you to have to come out any earlier than you have to.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ Maggie smiled. ‘But, c’mon Alex. So what if anyone says anything about a little bruise? You’ve got an amazing sex life.’

‘I do…how times change, right?’

‘Right.’ Maggie’s smiled developed into something a little less innocent and a little more teasing and her lips started to wander, again.

‘Don’t you dare. I can deal with one visible hickey, that’s all, okay?’

Maggie sighed. ‘Fine.’


send me sanvers prompts

*sees pizza place and looks at my friend with pleading eyes*

Her: don’t you dare, you filthy whore.

No dairy is gonna kill me.
But..Tbh fried foods and dairy were probably the leading cause of my severe acne if not stress.

It’s so hard to break the habit though.. It’s so easy to just eat pizza when given the opportunity.
But-
I had CARROTS, WHATEVER YOU PUT IN GUACAMOLE, and onions for the first time today. Tbh as a picky eater this is a really big step for me ;;
Who knows, maybe over time I’ll finally be able to eat out at an actual restaurant and order veggies like an adult lol

This weekend was a big step for me though.

1. This was the very first time I traveled all on my own
2. I usually hate big masses and the covention was still visited by about 1000 people and I did that without having any panic or anxiety attacks or breakdowns (well maybe i had one but that wasnt linked to the covention)

Eurovision 2K17: Graham Norton's Best Bits

“It’s a grey, damp night outside so there’s a faint smell of wet dog in the arena.”

“So, the theme this year is celebrating diversity, so let’s see who they’ve got to host… Oh, it’s three white men. Well done.”

“I can’t mock the jacket because… I’ve worn worse.”

“Timur is a personality powerhouse.”

“They’re excellent at speaking at the same time, they’ve cracked that.”

“Her brother will be fiddling with her on stage tonight.”

“Nathan Trent is actually his stage name. His real name is… Very difficult.”

“If you think my job’s hard, check out the guy pretending to play the saxophone for three minutes.”

“I should tell you, the Union Jack just fell off the wall in the commentary room. Hope it’s not an omen.”

“Nothing’s gone wrong. This was planned.”

“By the way, don’t worry, he hasn’t bought his mother’s ashes onstage with him. It’s actually a mini milk churn, which- who knew- could double as a musical instrument. Well, I say musical.”

“By the way, there hasn’t been a stage invasion. The woman is a professionally trained dancer. She is meant to be there.”

“The dancer trying to hide there. Who can blame her?”

“Inside that gorilla is Italy’s leading choreographer.”

“If you’re going to dress someone as a gorilla, at least get a decent costume. It looks like two carseat covers sewn together.”

“She was born and raised there (Australia). Moved to Denmark… Suspiciously recently.”

“There is so much love in this room.”
“Not for you, Alex.”

“Stop.”

“And you keep thinking, ‘oh, this will make sense in a moment’ and… No…”

“She very kindly gave us some promotional chalk. I’ll be taking that home.”

“Ironically, for a man singing a song called ‘My Friend’, he doesn’t seem to have any.”

“Song 14 is Australia. Let’s not get into it.”

“My only piece of advice would be don’t start looking at his eyebrows unless you don’t want to stop”

"Does he advertise car insurance?”

“It’s got lots of things euro fans will enjoy: a beautiful woman, a stonking disco beat, and two half-naked men splashing around in a paddling pool.”

“Ooo. Some dodgy notes in there. I wonder if something’s gone wrong technically… Or maybe he’s just not great.”

“He wasn’t supposed to be singing but he stepped into the breach when the original singer… Came to his senses.”

“Comedy alert, ladies and gentleman.”

“Now… If I say this song is rap meets yodelling…”

“She claims to be the only yodeller in Romania. Probably because the others don’t talk about it. It’s the first rule of Yodel Club.”

“She splits her time between Berlin and London, so if you think you know her, you’ve probably seen her waiting for a bus or something.”

“Eurovision fans know it’s a long wait for the competition.” “A year. It’s a year, Timur.”

“The next thing you’ll ask is… How can three minutes be this long?”

“I just hope she enjoys it (performing) a bit more than she appears to.”

“This boy is a boy.”

“He’s literally just turned 17. He was born in this century.”

“We’ve done it, ladies and gentleman. This is song 26.”

“Terrific graphics, though. Mind you, if we’re looking at the graphics, something’s gone terribly wrong, hasn’t it.”

“Verka and her mother. I think it’s the same mother she had in 2008, we can’t be sure.”

“She (Verka) has already started drinking tonight.”
“Oh, I can believe that.”

“If zombies did aerobics, it’d look a bit like this.”

“Two hundred million people… Are watching this.”

“This is quite torturous. A very long minute.”

*gasp* “I smell charisma.”

“I shared a urinal with John Ola Sand earlier. I didn’t talk to him…. Thought best not to.”

“Look at us, on the left hand side of the scoreboard.”

“Do you think she gave the other half of her jacket to the man from Croatia?”

“This is like an international version of First Dates.”

“They’re like the muppets with accents.”

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 /PART 6


THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED

“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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Hate That I Love You (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst and smut.
Word count: 2.3k 

Summary: “I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. 
“I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly. 

➸ Song: Hate That I Love You.


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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
****

“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
***

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

***
That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

Random JunSol Promotion Post

Upon further inspection I realized a couple of things during JunSol’s little movie date in OFD.

Was Vernon sitting on Jun’s lap right before he toppled over? Interesting. Not the first time we’ve seen this //hinthintnudgenudge

Well, he wasn’t full-on sitting on him this time, but still. How in the world did they get into this position anyway, gdi, editing team.

There is like, absolutely no reason for you to put your hand there, Vernon. 

But while you’re explaining yourselves, please also explain why you feel so compelled to hold hands when you laugh and seriously, Vernon, stop hitting your hyung

I feel like a third-wheel just looking at you guys.

Even if they’re not touching each other (they eventually do anyways), Vernon’s position alone gives off the possessive boyfriend vibe. He pretty much just has his whole body winded around Jun like, child, isn’t that uncomfortable

And here we just have Vernon literally hanging on Jun after laughing his butt off. This child is spoiled. Though it’s hard to tell who spoils who more at this point.

Please love JunSol as much as they love each other.


On the other hand, the WonHui side of me: Wonwoo, stop flirting with Hoshi and come collect your boyfriend.

On the other other hand: I do love myself some more SoonWoo though.

Watch Me Babygirl [10]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [previous part]


“Woah are you okay? You look tired as hell.”

You sighed, leaning your head against the cool surface of your locker door. You simply sighed, not in the mood to explain to Hoseok why you looked so exhausted.

You jumped at the sudden pressure on your shoulder and turned to look at Hoseok. He looked concerned and you didn’t blame him. In all honesty, it looked as if somebody had punched you in face. The bags underneath your eyes were gigantic and dark and you entire face was overall unnaturally gaunt.

“Hey if you don’t feel like dancing today you don’t have to. As long as you still feel up to watching…” he said, his tone soft and sympathetic.

“Hey maybe dancing will actually wake me up,” you replied, shrugging before taking a drink from your water bottle.

He nodded, placing a hand on either side of your head and squishing your cheeks in.

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straywolfie  asked:

My phone doesn't have emojis but could you please do a Klance "finding the other wearing their clothes" one please?

mmm yes. I will grant you this.

Lance stumbles to his tent with weary legs and aching joints. He’s looking forward to curling up in his sleeping bag and passing out after his day of intense training. I had been Coran’s ridiculous idea to do an “old fashioned paladin training camp” on a favourite planet of his, complete with hiking, climbing, campfires and frigid nights. Lance watches his warm breath billow in front of his face and his cold fingers tremble as he reaches for the zipper on his tent. With a sigh, he stumbles inside.

He stops in his tracks to prevent himself from collapsing on top of the other boy that sits in his tent. Keith guiltily looks up. His arms are wrapped around his narrow waist, his flushed cheeks are pressed against a grey hood, and Lance’s unmistakable green jacket is tightly wrapped around his frame. 

“Um…” Lance looks at him curiously.

“I’m sorry!” Keith implores. “I was just…”

“It’s ok.” lance chuckles and sits next to his friend. “Are you cold?”

Keith pouts and nods. 

“I grew up in the desert. I don’t really have any good cold weather jackets.”

“Ah, so your red jacket is a fashion statement then.” Lance rolls his eyes. Keith elbows him in the side. 

“It’s fine for desert nights, or cold space hangars…. but out here…” He exhales. “I was really struggling.”

Lance hums. He turns to run his hands under the collar of his favourite jacket, pulling it closer to Keith’s face to keep in more heat.

“Is my jacket warmer?” He smiles.

“Uh…” Keith’s eyes nervously flit to the side. “Yeah… it’s really nice.”

Damn. Damn that was cute. 

You can keep it!” Lance blurts out. Keith looks startled. “I mean… as long as we’re on this cold planet, you can use it.” Lang shoots him a finger gun. 

“Can’t have our star pilot dying of hypothermia.”

Keith beams. He pushes his hands out of the too long sleeves and lowers his hood. 

“Really?!”

“Yeah…” Lance smirks.

“But this is your favourite.”

“I’ll get it back from you eventually.” Lance shrugs. “And in the meantime I can use this sweater.” Lance pulls at the blue knit he currently wears. “It keeps me warm enough”. 

Lance’s long fingers move to Keith’s sleeves. He gently begins to roll them up so the cuffs sit comfortably at Keith’s wrists, instead of comically hanging over. 

“There we go. I don’t want you dragging my sleeves through your food or anything.”

“Thanks.” Keith laughs. His eyes look up to meet Lance’s, before quickly looking back down at their intertwined hands. Lance coughs. 

“Uh… you know though…” There’s a slight tremble in his voice. He pulls his hands away and runs them through his short hair. 

“I…It is really cold here… and if you were worried about maybe getting cold at night…” He fumbles and stammers over almost every word. “These tents would keep in… like if there were more people in here…!”

“Lance…” Keith gently places his hand over Lance’s. His shaking stops. As does his breathing. 

“Could I sleep in here with you?” Keith takes the first step. He can tell what Lance is dancing around, what Lance has been dancing around for months now. Keith had been patiently waiting for a knock at his door at night… a quiet conversation on the star gazing deck… or maybe even being hastily pulled into a broom closet… but none of these have happened. Keith decides he is tired of waiting.

“W…Well yeah! of course! I… I mean if you think that would help?!” Lance blushes up to his ears. Keith chuckles in the back of his throat. He stands and makes his way to the tent’s entrance. 

“I’ll go get my sleeping bag” He turns to undo the zipper. Fingers grab at his other hand. 

“W…wait…” Lance stops him. He looks over his shoulder to see the usually cocky and over confident boy cautiously moving towards him. Lance grabs the lapels of his jacket and straightens them. 

“This uh… this really suits you. You look good.” He smiles. Keith melts and pulls Lance’s jacket tighter around him. He buries his nose in the collar. It smells like sea salt and jasmine. 

“Careful, I just might steal it.”

“I might let you.”

Hurt Me

Originally posted by brycexjail


Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request: Babes can you do a jeff imagine where him and reader get into a huge fight before jess’ party and don’t even speak to each other in the party but reader goes for a beer run and gets into an accident. No deaths and all tho. Do something about him being jealous xxx
Word Count: 1,465
A/N: Ugh after a tough week, here we go. I have finals next week and then I’m done! Except I’m going to summer school and looking for a job😭 But again, I’ll still have some free time! And I’ll have some free time over the weekend because I don’t have school Monday! WOOOO I’m excited lol. Also, sorry this took so long! :( Oh and, I’m gonna start tagging people in their requests now.😌
Warnings: None?😂
Italics = You, Bold = Jeff, Italicized Bold = Monty
(Y/F/C) = Your favorite color

The relationship between you and Jeff Atkins had been really rough lately. Fortunately you guys had started off really strong, but in these short months it seemed that he was developing trust issues. In your eyes, it wasn’t necessarily that he didn’t trust you, it was that he was skeptical of the guys around you. Especially with Montgomery De La Cruz and Bryce Walker constantly hitting on you, he was worried that he would lose you. Time and time again you tried to assure him that there wasn’t anyone else and there would never be anyone else, but it didn’t seem to convince Jeff at all. His actions were really starting to aggravate you, so you decided to talk to him about it. You left your last period early to wait for Jeff outside of his last class. Whenever you had reached your destination, the bell had rung and the people inside the room started to file out. Jeff, as usual, was the last out of the classroom. Your boyfriend’s tall, lean body made his way over to you, with a small smile plastered on his face. He intertwined his fingers with yours and placed a peck on your cheek. Giving him a weak grin, you pulled him towards the exit of the school. “We need to talk.” The expression on his face fell, as he assumed the worst. When you had reached your car, you turned leaning against the automobile to face him. You sighed before finally saying more, “Do you want to break up?” Jeff’s eyes widened from your question, as he shouted out an immediate response, “No! Of course not. Why would you think that?” It was evident that he was shocked and hurt, but you felt that it was something that needed to be asked, especially with his actions lately. Playing with the hem of your shirt, you stared at the ground underneath you. “You don’t trust me Jeff, it’s so obvious that you don’t.” “So that’s what all of this is about? Seriously?” His tone of voice had angered you. Sure you’ve had this conversation many times, but this time the conversation had become way more strenuous. “This is important Jeff! Our relationship is suffering from this.” Scuffing, he ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth a bit. “You do realize that you spend more time with other guys than you do with me right? How am I supposed to feel?” You shook your head, knowing that his complaint was directed towards the fact that you tutor Monty. “For all I know, you could be cheating on me with him.” “Do you really think Monty would do that to you? Do you really think I would do that to you?” The tears that had formed in your eyes skimmed down your smooth skin. His comment had deeply pained you, but it confirmed the fact that Jeff didn’t trust you. Stepping around to the left side, you opened the car door. You gave him no time to respond to your question before saying, “Maybe we should take a break. I’ll see you later Jeff.” Getting in, you inserted the key into the ignition, pulling off towards home. It was evident that Jeff has made you upset, but you brushed it off, encouraging yourself to be happy so you could have a good time at Jessica’s party tonight. As soon as you’d gotten home, you rushed up to your room. Plopping face first onto your bed, you closed your eyes for a much needed nap.
Upon waking up, you hopped out of bed and stretched your limbs. Quickly grabbing an outfit, you laid it out on your bed before going to get in the shower. You let the hot water run over your body for a while before getting out. It had been the most refreshing thing out of your whole day. You applied a little makeup then threw on a pair of jeans, with a (Y/F/C) top. The events from earlier flooded your head as you walked out of the door. You know there was a one hundred percent chance of seeing Jeff at the party, but no matter what you wanted to make sure you had a good time. The ride to Jessica’s was a pretty long one, you’d decided to take a different way to prolong the drive. Once you had gotten there, you strolled up to the door and walked in. You could tell that you had arrived later by the stench of alcohol and the apparent drunks that stumbled around. As you made a beeline to the backyard where the ping pong table was set up, you received a bunch of greetings from pretty much everyone. Being Jeff’s girlfriend definitely involved being around the majority of Liberty High, but you had grown used to knowing a lot of people. When you had gotten near the back area, there were a few individuals around playing beer pong, and you noticed Monty among the few. Giving him a small wave, you went off to sit in a nearby chair. You couldn’t get drunk because you were your own ride home, and you didn’t want to participate in the activities inside the house in fear of spotting Jeff. Being alone had really made you think more about earlier, which was exactly what you wanted to avoid. Seeing all these people around having fun made you want to do something reckless.  Rising from your seat in hopes of finding something daring to do, you started to make your way in but bumped into Monty. “Sorry,” you mumbled, as you tried to move around his figure. “Wait,” Monty slurred and he gained a firm grip on your arm. The alcohol on his breath was very prominent and made your nose wrinkle. “Can you make a bear run for us?” Holding up a can, he shook it, showing you it was empty. “We’re out.” Sighing you agreed, partly because you had nothing else to do. Making your way back to the front door, you spotted Jeff in a game of suck and blow. It shouldn’t have, but it did hurt you, and of course you had only blamed yourself for his actions. Shaking your head, you jogged the rest of the way to your car, not wanting to linger on the scene any longer. Starting it up, you pressed on the gas a little too hard. Oddly enough the speed gave you the rush of adrenaline you’ve been seeking all night. You had arrived at an intersection, which you were almost positive there had been a stop sign there once. However, you Ignored the fact and continued. It was too late when you had failed to notice the other car bolting towards your side. The other vehicle hit you and the impact from the collision turned everything black.
When you woke up, your vision was a bit blurry at first. Holding up an arm to shield your eyes from the harsh lights, you tried to sit up but couldn’t. Your whole body was in pain, and it was a struggle to move. Not to mention you couldn’t even remember what happened. You could make out a few bodies in the room, but couldn’t quite identify who everyone was. Feeling a squeeze on your right hand, you tried to turn your head. Growing frustrated, you tried to sit up again, but a hand on your chest stopped you. “It’s okay baby, stay down.” Easily identifying that voice as Jeff, you relaxed a bit. “W-what happened?“You got in a car accident, you’re gonna be okay. Look I know we weren’t on good terms but if you were drunk then-” He stopped mid sentence and looked at you. “I’m sorry, you know I love you right? And I trust you, I really do. I promise when you get out things will be different.” Your attempt to chuckle sent you into a coughing fit making everyone rush towards your bed, but you waved a handing notifying them that you were okay. “I love you too Jeff.” You took this moment of silence to catch a glimpse around the room. Most of your friends were here, and it made you smile that you had people that cared about you. “So when do I get out?” Intensively staring at your boyfriend, he hesitated to respond. “They said it could be a few months. The doctors are surprised you even made it out alive, your injuries are really bad. I thought I was going to lose you.” You groaned, “That’s too long.” Jeff and a few others laughed, wondering how the time frame was the only thing you were currently worried about. “It’s no worry princess, I’ll be here every step of the way.”

~A

@rashnaxo

BTS reaction when guy is flirting with their gf

thedeadsoldierproxy : Heyy! Im not sure if you’ve already done this but can you write a ‘when they see a guy flirting with you’ yas a jealous reaction cuz I love it when guys are scared of losing their girl~ Thx Darls

Same. I like seeing when boy is all angry and scared of losing gf because most of them are not like showing their feelings ><

I hope that this would fulfil your requirements. ~~

Jin

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

He is confident. He know that there’s no one that can beat him in handsomest and in being your bf. Still he would watch carefully you two. Jealously would be more stroneger then him. If the boy didn’t want to leave you alone, he would come and take you from him.

“I’m way more handsome than him. Nothing to be worried.But  I think that I have to show him where is his place.”

Yoongi

Originally posted by btsyub

Okay, so I feel sorry for guy which would be so brave to flirt with Yoongi gf. He won’t come to you and him. Just looking from afar giving this guy killing glares. When boy catched this, fear would grip him and run away before Min Genius Suga would get him.

“What the fuck he thinks he is doing? He better take a step back or I’ll kill him. You have 3 seconds to start being invisible”

Hoseok

Originally posted by hobioppa

Dissgusted. Looking from afar on you two would make him even more. He would come closer, looked with killing sight and give him “hints” that you’re taken and it would be better for him to leave.

“I’m sorry what did he just say? Maybe you wanna tell my this again?”

Namjoon

Originally posted by yoonseok

Not even bother his head about giving hints or killing glare. He would go straight to you and confront this guy which have enough confidence to hit on his girl. He wanted to paraded to you too,tbh.

“God of destrucion is coming you lil shit”

Jimin

Originally posted by minpuffs

At first he would feel awkard. He knew that you won’t make steps to flirt with this random guy so he would wait but when he saw that he’s making you uncomfortable, mad Jimin would show. Coming closer to you and him. Chim combed his hair with his fingers and stared at guy when he was talking to you.

“Babe. Who’s he? Why’re you talking with my girl?”

Taehyung

Originally posted by kim-taehyung

He’s cute and all adorable. But when he sees someone is trying to hit on his girl “angry Tae mode on”. Maybe he won’t be aggressive but he would try to humble this guy with words and show him that you’re his.

“Really? You are trying to flirt with my girl with this pick up lines? You wretched guy, not today.”  - this “not today” it supposed to be a joke ha ha.. Ikr, not funny

Jungkook

Originally posted by nnochu

Evil maknae. No one can hit on to his girl. NO ONE. So he would come to you, put his hands around your waist, looking at the guy with anger painted on his face. Jungkookie would be ready to fight over you if this would be needed. In his mind would show - “Oh man. This could be fun”

“Do I looke easy to beat? I’m Golden Maknae bro. Better go away before I kick your ass”

Easy

REQUEST: Hi! Can you do one where Harry is upset about his family or anxiety or something and you ask him to let you in? Something fluffy? Thanks!



You’d never seen Harry get angry before.

You’d been dating for about three months now and you’d never heard him raise his voice. Even though he was just about to start promo season for his new single and was about to announce his upcoming album and tour, the man never doubted himself. You could tell that he absolutely loved his work, because he never showed even a flicker of resentment towards any aspect of it—he had the patience of a saint, where you would have lost it by now if you were in his shoes.

But there was a first time for everything.

You were driving over to his flat for an quiet evening together. You’d barely seen one another that entire week prior because of his hectic schedule, and you were looking forward to finally getting him alone. You couldn’t lie, you’d been feeling a tad bit neglected and it had been starting to get to you. You knew that when you agreed to date a rock star boyfriend it wouldn’t come without it’s downsides, but you were starting to feel like you weren’t a priority anymore. Which is why when he called and suggested an evening together, you felt over the moon.

You walked into the apartment without knocking—you’d stopped doing that during the second month—and shrugged off your sweater while you slipped off your shoes.

“Harry!” You called out into his home, walking into the kitchen to set down the bottle of wine that you’d picked up. The two of you had planned to make sangria that night along with dinner—you set your purse down on the counter and exhaled a soft huff at his absence before deciding to go find him.

The first room you checked in was his office, where he spent most of his time lately while he was home. Surely enough, there he was—he was leaning forward onto the desk with his elbows, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. You could see the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed, and you were almost afraid to interrupt his silence. Your first instinct was to get annoyed that he was doing work when you were supposed to meet up, but you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

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haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months… here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 

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Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It’s two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi’s life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he’s all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

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We need to have a serious talk about this Gilmore Girls fic.

As Will Smith once said, OK. Here’s the situation. 

Someone is writing The Subsect. Jess’s novel. I’m frankly amazed that in all the years of online Gilmore Girls fandom that no one has attempted to do this before, and it’s entirely possible that someone has. But I’m too new to this fandom to know, and if someone tried to write The Subsect before, it probably wasn’t like this story. 

Because here’s the thing. This version of The Subsect, in its current online metafictional form, is fucking amazing. It’s so good that I thought, after a first pass, that it might actually be very good, very well-placed guerrilla marketing for the revival. But I don’t think it is. I think it’s just a fic. Written by some wicked smart person somewhere out there. 

If you want to read it, it’s here. The single most devastating thing about it, so far, is that it’s only two chapters long. 

I have many thoughts about this story, but let’s start at the beginning, in the first chapter. 

And as a note, the following contains many spoilers, so if you want to remain unspoiled in regards to this story – however filthy and corrupted your mind may already be – stop reading now, go read the damn first chapter of The Subsect, and then come back and read this. 

I’ll wait. 

Thoughts on the first chapter of the fanfictional Subsect, in no particular order. Here come some bullet points…

  • The first chapter is set in New York City, where we find Jess growing up as a youthful hoodlum and accomplished card shark, as you would expect. The level of accurate, ultra-specific detail about NYC in this story, though, is mind-boggling. Subway stops. The names of businesses. Geography. Every word of it – with a couple of fascinating exceptions, which I’ll talk about – is real. And it’s not just accurate in general. It’s accurate to the period of the story. An example: At some point, the narrator – called J., but I’ll presume it’s Jess – mentions a bookstore near Columbia University named Labyrinth. It’s real, but it’s now under new ownership and has a new name. You’d never know this, ever, unless you went to that bookstore before it was renamed. So whoever’s writing this is a New Yorker and has been for a while, or they’re a research freak of truly epic and admirable proportions. 
  • The story contains a freakishly contextual reference to Italian opera, and an ominous quote from Julius Caesar in Latin that both foreshadows the conflict later in the chapter and harkens back to Jess’s growing affinity for gambling. This is not garden-variety fanfic, friends.
  • The story invents a completely genius plot device that has Jess leaving NYC for Stars Hollow not just because he’s bad and is doing bad things — although he is and does, per cannon and the details of this story — but he also leaves the city in the wake of 9/11. The craziest thing about this? It totally works. The episode where Jess steps off the bus in Stars Hollow aired on October 20, 2001.
  • There are two references in this story that are clearly fictionalized. (And there may be more. I just haven’t spotted them yet.) The first one is about Liz working at Shrafft’s as a waitress. Newsflash: There is no Schrafft’s anywhere in NYC, and there hasn’t been since maybe the 1970s. So why the fictional reference amidst all this hard, cold, New York-y reality? Well, here’s the deal. As the story mentions, the Scrafft’s where Liz works is on 79th Street, and there was indeed a Schrafft’s restaurant on East 79th Street, though it was closed long before the action of this story takes place, and has now been torn down. But this particular Schrafft’s is notable because it was mentioned in a J.D. Salinger novella called Raise High the Roofbeam. Who would write that kind of obscure reference into a novel that’s otherwise positioned as a thinly veiled memoir? Why, your favorite pretentious literature nerd and mine: Jess Fucking Mariano. In fact this reference breaks the otherwise factual fabric of the story. It fucks up everything that’s been so meticulously plotted before and after it — including the piece’s careful attention to geography. As Liz gets off her shift at the fictional Schrafft’s, she beelines it for the 2 train to head uptown to her next job in the Bronx. Well, the Salinger Scrafft’s was on the East Side of Manhattan, where there is certainly no 2 train. The point of all this? To make you, dear reader, believe in your soul of souls that Jess Mariano wrote this story. If he wasn’t a fictional character on TV show, I might think that he actually did. The other fictional reference is when J. describes being robbed and beat up in a park in Bensonhurst by the Jones Street Boys, who are a fictional gang in the video game The Warriors.
  • It’s also worth mentioning that the chapter’s opening language is so very, very true to Jess’ character. The sense of poetic surreality. The ten-cent words. The thin veil of fiction over what’s clearly a memoir. It is the kind of stuff that first-time dude novelists do when they’ve spent too much time reading the beats. The result? It’s all weirdly convincing. I don’t just believe that Jess wrote this story. I believe that there is, in fact, a Jess. So how did we get here? Where the best piece of metafiction I’ve read all year is a Gilmore Girls fanfic? Tell me that.

I have more to say about this story. But I need to re-read the second chapter first and this post is really long and annoying, so I’ll stop. 

Nothing To Be Afraid Of

Warnings: Alcohol

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader, Zach Dempsey x Reader

Requested by: anonymous

Request: Omg your Jeff imagine was super cute! Can I request a Jeff imagine where the reader is dating Jeff but she’s best friends with Zach cuz they grew up together so Jeff gets a little jealous? (You can make it as fluffy or whatever as you want 💕)

A/N: I’m such a newbie to this whole imagine thing urghh. I hope you like it, anon. Let me know what you think.

SEND IN REQUESTS

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

You and Zach Dempsey were childhood friends. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less. However to some, namely your boyfriend Jeff Atkins, it supposedly looked like you and Zach were ‘an old married couple’.

When you were younger, Zach’s mom and your mom would arrange play dates for the both of you. You and Zach had been friends since you were both in diapers. Long before the social segregation that came with high school. This meant that no matter how popular Zach was, he would always find time for you. After all, you were his best friend. The bond shared between you and Zach was unbreakable, but strictly platonic. The friendship you had with Zach was nothing compared to what you felt with Jeff.

No matter how many times you would reassure him that you loved him and only him, Jeff held a spark of jealousy whenever he saw you and Zach together. Seeing how happy Zach made you, made Jeff feel as though he wasn’t good enough for you. Jeff would look at you two, wishing that he made you as happy as Zach did. What Jeff didn’t know was that he made you feel so much more than Zach ever could. 

“Y/N! Over here!” Zach had spotted you in a crowd of people. You and Jeff had both been invited to Jessica’s party but Jeff had run errands before the party. The two of you had agreed for Jeff to meet you at the party. 

The sweaty, dancing bodies surrounding you made it hard for you to move towards Zach and his friends - who weren’t exactly your friends but they were aways nice to you - until his hand reached out for you. You gladly took it and began to maneuver through the crowd. Once you had reached Zach, his hand retreated from your own and settled around your waist. Of course, you just passed it off as a protective gesture and thought nothing of it. After greeting them, you, Zach, Justin, Jessica and Montgomery then moved over to Jessica’s couch. 

Justin then yelled your name over the music to get your attention to get your attention, “You want a drink?”

“Sure but I don’t want to get too drunk before Jeff gets here.”

“Yeah, ok.” Justin nodded before leaving with Montgomery to get drinks. They came back moments later and Monty handed you a red solo cup.  Truth be told you weren’t the biggest party animal there was but you definitely knew how to have a good time.

It didn’t take long for you to get tipsy. In fact, maybe you were a little more than tipsy - so much so, you didn’t notice that Jeff had arrived until he was standing right in front of you and Zach.

“Hey ba- whoa,” Jeff didn’t let you finish. Instead, he had grabbed your arm and pulled you up out of your seat on the couch.

“We’re leaving.” He clenched his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth. You could tell he was angry - everyone within a mile of him could - but you didn’t want to cause a scene. Honestly, you didn’t want to leave. Tonight was one of the first nights you had where you actually enjoyed the company of Zach’s friends.

“You literally just arrived.” you said softly, trying to get him calm down a little.

“Huh, didn’t think you noticed. You looked a little busy all cosied up with Zach.“

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Zach rose from his position on the couch.

Jeff no longer faced you and he had taken a step towards Zach, “You’re my problem.”

Maybe a fight would have ensued if Justin hadn’t intervened, “Guys, seriously knock it off, it’s a party. You wanna fight? Outside. Not here.”

“Forget it, let’s just go.” You did not want your best friend and boyfriend to fight. Leaving was the best decision for now.


The car journey to Jeff’s place was completely silent. Both of you were radiating anger and any words said would just fuel the feeling.

Jeff’s parents had left for a weekend business trip, which had allowed you to stay the night. Your parents had no idea and believed you were staying at Jessica’s house.

As soon as Jeff pulled up outside of his house, you left the car as quick as you could and opened the door with the spare key that you knew they kept behind one of the rocks. You fled to one of their bathrooms and locked yourself in. You definitely didn’t want to confront Jeff about what happened but you knew you had to. As you washed your face, you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, baby. Listen, I love you. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you or made you feel bad or anything. I guess I’m just jealous.” you sighed before opening the door.

“But why? Why would you be jealous?” You walked closer to Jeff and held his face in your hands.

“I don’t know. I see how happy you are with him and it makes me upset.” Looking down, Jeff started to scratch the back of his neck.

“Don’t you understand that you make me happy too? I know we’ve been friends for so long but you make me happier than Zach ever could.”

Jeff looked up at this and you started to lean in. The two of you shared a kiss that held more meaning and more passion than any other kiss you’ve shared before. The two of you broke away from each other to catch your breath and leaned your foreheads against each other.

“Listen, babe. You have nothing to be afraid of. I’m yours and only yours.”

“I love you so much, Y/N Y/LN.”

“And I love you, Jeffrey Atkins.”

Daddy Dearest-William Nylander

Anon request: Could you do a William Nylander where you used to date and a few years later he find out you had a kid belonged to him?

This one was hard to write and I started it over multiple times but I’m pretty proud of the final product! Also I love me some William Nylander so I was all for it. 

Warnings: none

Word count: 2058

Originally posted by mapleleafmarner

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Bloom — Part IV — Spring

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the final part of this story! I may add an epilogue afterwards, but this will be the last weekly update. Thank you all so much for the feedback and the support that this story has received—this one holds a special place in my heart. I hope that you enjoy! x

Bloom: Part I // Bloom: Part II //Bloom: Part III //



The day had arrived.

Harry had been talking about it for weeks and weeks—he’d had such a good time writing his first album in isolation, that he decided to do the same thing for his second album. He was heading off to a remote island off of the coast of South America, and he had booked out studio time for two whole months.

The two of them spent hours together talking about his travel plans and getting him a head start on the writing process. He would spent days sitting at the counter of her little store—he would even occasionally ring in the customers, teasing her about how he deserves to be on the payroll. For the most part he sat and played the guitar, or brought her fun things that he’d purchased to take with him.

She did her best to distract herself from the fact that her best friend in the world was leaving.

It had been almost a year since Harry walked into her flower store that first night, and now she couldn’t imagine her life without him. She understood why she wouldn’t be able to have any contact with him during his writing process—he needed to focus on his music, and she respected that entirely. But it would be the hardest two months of her life, because Harry was her favorite person in the world.

And because she was in love with him.

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