not gonna lie this was awful

@hxppogrxff made this drawing inspired by me and I’m just…so in awe at the talent and creativity. I’m not gonna lie, I might have let out a little squeal because it’s so so nice. Thank you so much! 

GOT7: dating Jackson would include

▪ literally the fluffliest of all fluff balls 

▪ always knows how to make you laugh. Always. Like you’ll just be sad about losing a game on your phone and he’d be like aw babe it’s ok do you wanna see me take off my shirt??? 

▪ and you’d probably agree after laughing don’t lie

 ▪ mark being the third wheel in most of your dates

▪ nah, like he’s actually a part of your guys’ relationship and you just accept it tbh nothing is gonna separate those two

 ▪ becoming best friends with Bambam as soon as you guys meet

 ▪ you two constantly teasing Jackson and coming up with inside jokes about the other members

 ▪ having to deal with Jackson’s pouty ass whenever he sees you talking to Bambam or Jaebum 

 ▪ “I mean I’m your boyfriend right?? Shouldn’t you talking to me about these kinda things???“ 

 ▪ “Jackson I was just asking for some chips” “…exactly”

 ▪ teases you so much. About anything and everything

 ▪ makes out with you while the others are near or within hearing range- on purpose, just to see if you can stay quiet. After a while he literally just begs you to moan his name 

 ▪ him surprising you with the sweetest gifts

 ▪ if he saw you eyeing something the other day, he probably already bought it 

▪ loves buying you jewelery and assisting you with putting it on 

▪ can you imagine him putting your newly bought necklace on you and tracing his fingers over your shoulders after he’s done bc he doesn’t wanna stop touching you oml

 ▪ you can’t even sit and watch a dang movie without him making a comment about everything or laughing about a certain actor 

 ▪ or he’s always trying to be sneaky and put a hand up your shirt “jagi, there’s no one in our dorm, let’s go…cuddle” “Jackson stfu they’re all sitting right here" 

▪ the most supportive boyfriend ever and will cheer you on for anything

 ▪ brags about you to anyone who will listen 

 ▪ “y/n is looking like an angel today. Where’s your halo, jagi???“ 

▪ you better prepare before a cuddling session with him bc he’s not going to let you go anytime soon 

▪ mostly bc he takes this time to be really honest and open with you and shares his deepest feelings. Teasing Jackson is gone and softie Jackson is here to stay 

▪ asks your opinion on everything. There’s been so many nights when you’ve come home and seen him sobbing over a picture of a puppy or kitten “y/n, can we please get one?" 

▪ he prefers not to kiss you in public just because he values these intimate moments with you (no matter how much he wants to make the others jealous) 

▪ but in private he’s very touchy while he’s kissing you, and his mouth is everywhere 

 ▪ anyway, let’s not get carried away lmao

 ▪ pls treat this ball of fluff well and don’t ever let him drive 💜

Originally posted by defwang

anonymous asked:

Please can we get a couple of hcs for the chocobros & Ravus (& Ardyn if you write for him too!) with a s/o who is just as much of a picky eater as Noct (or maybe even worse)? Either way, I love your blog a lot, keep up the good work! 😘

This is super cute, because I can definitely relate to this one as a pretty picky eater myself. c: So here! Let’s write something for ya, dear anon~
(Really wanted to write for Ardyn too, but I got stumped. D: NEXT TIME WHEN I HAVE MORE TIME, FRIEND!)

Just Eat It! – Final Fantasy XV x S/O Picky Eater & Special Diet Headcanons

Noctis Lucis Caelum

  • It would be a pleasant evening, the two of you had thought. Going out to a nice restaurant that was not too loud, but not too formal to where you had to be quiet. Seemed nice enough.
  • The two of you sat down at your table, looking at the menus quietly in focus. Noctis was very particular about what he wanted to get, of course – Grilled Barramundi with rice. No veggies, no extra garnish. Just butter it up and grill it, and it’d be golden.
  • He noticed that you were really quiet in your place, gripping the menu with a rather bothered expression over your face. When he asked what was wrong, you merely said you were just looking still. He knew something was really bothering you, however.

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Wreck-It Ralph  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Thanks, Satan.”
  • “I don’t want to die!“
  • “I don’t have time for this.“
  • “You really are a bad guy.“
  • “Just let me out of here, please!“
  • “Oh, this place just got interesting.“
  • “I know, I know, I know. I’m an idiot.“
  • “Right… I’m sorry, you lost me there.“
  • “Why do I fix EVERYTHING I touch?”
  • “Flattery don’t charge these batteries.”
  • “Why are your hands so freakishly big?“
  • “I don’t wanna be the bad guy, anymore.“
  • “Step aside, sir. Random security check.”
  • “I’m just a bad guy. And I need your help.“
  • “Everyone here says I’m just a mistake…”
  • “Random, my behind. You always stop me.“
  • “If that little kid likes me, how bad can I be?”
  • “You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses, would you?”
  • “Do you have any idea what you put me through?”
  • “You could stay. You could have your own castle.”
  • “You hit a guy. With glasses. That’s… well-played.”
  • “I don’t know. Why are you so freakishly annoying?“
  • “I don’t have to do boo! —– Forgive my potty-mouth.”
  • “News flash: neither one of us is getting what we want!“
  • “What’s going on in this candy-coated heart of darkness?“
  • “Doomsday and Armageddon just had a baby and it. Is. UGLY.”
  • “The selfish man is like a mangy dog chasing a cautionary tale.”
  • “I’m bad, and that’s good! I will never be good, and that’s not bad!”
  • “I hereby decree that everyone who was ever mean to me shall be… executed.“
  • “I met the most dynamite gal. Oh, she gives me the honey glow something awful!“
  • “Got a bit of a temper on me. My passion bubbles very near the surface, I guess, not gonna lie.“
You know what I don't understand..

People saying sans has depression..
Okay there is possibilities..Yes..But he literally admits he’s lazy, and when he says “give up like I did” i don’t think that’s him saying “I gave up cause I’m depressed” but “give up it’s no use trying to change the world” cause he probably feels unhappy about it..But definitely not depressed..Tho you can argue he might have slight depression

And people tend to forget the two CANON characters with depression is Alphys and Asgore. Alphys also has anxiety which..Mixed with depression is really awful! No fun. Alphys feels useless, like she’s a wet rag and Just a burden to her friends and the community. She implies in pacifist route she was gonna do something..Cowardly. (if suicide was your answer, you are correct!) She tries to fix it but sometimes you just need help, which undyne and papyrus are obviously willing to help with!

Asgore shows signs but friends of his probably don’t see cause (like many with depression) they hide it with a smile, he wants to help YOU, he tries to lie to himself saying it’s okay but he isn’t, he’s a father who lost two kids then his wife left him in his time of grieving.. Imagine being a king also with your kingdom mourning too with you, it adds on to the wound. Asgore didn’t reach out, he tried to fix it himself..But he too needed help (like in pacifist)
For fuck sakes he commits suicide in a neutral route! THAT part chokes me up. That is the saddest part in undertale for me, cause you can tell he just couldn’t take it, even says he’s FUCKING SORRY to you!!
He literally apologizes that he couldn’t do it..You know he’s gonna be haunted with his actions, you know he’s gonna be forever guilty, but frisk is probably the only person in canon to actually tell Asgore it’s okay and they won’t hurt him(Undyne tries tho) Asgore needs so much more love then he’s given by the fandom.
It’s honestly disgusting people portray sans as the sad depressed one and ignore the canon depressed characters, and portray alphys just as a horny weeboo and Asgore as either a stalker or a heartless killer.

Dude..Sans let’s you kill papyrus in one route. And he kills frisk too so..Idk why you guys say he’s a sweet guy. I love sans too but..Fanon sans SUCKS.

I just don’t understand that at all.

Something a little sweeter than normal
  • Jaune: Why are you all sad?
  • Ruby: It's mother's day.
  • Jaune: ...Right.
  • Nora: And none of us... Ya know...
  • Ren: Have mother's.
  • Jaune: Oh yeah... Hmm... Ah!
  • (Jaune rushes out of room)
  • Ruby: What's he doing?
  • Nora: Beats me.
  • Ren: Knowing him, it's something stupid.
  • (Jaune comes back in a dress and a wig)
  • Jaune: Well I'm the teams mom and we're gonna celebrate!
  • Ruby: *giggles* Uh, Jaune?
  • Jaune: Yes Ruby?
  • Ren: That dress doesn't suit you.
  • Jaune: Oh.
  • Nora: ... Which is why we'rE GONNA GET YOU ONE THAT DOES!
  • Jaune: *gasp* Really!?
  • Ren: Sure, why not.
  • Ruby: Yeah, it's mother's day, and we're gonna pamper you!
  • Jaune: Aw such sweet children!
  • Happy Mother's day everyone, we'll be back to dick jokes and buttstuff in two days!

tayzamalfoy  asked:

Could you do a Sirius imagine where he's constantly and annoyingly teasing you all day during homework and potions and in charms he keeps making your hair float and everything and you get so annoyed but still love him and by the end of the day he sits you down with all your bestfriends the marauders and he somehow just says he did all that just for a hug?? It's a bit generic but a little twisty, I hope it's fun to write!! Sirius moods are quite a frequent thing I find ☺️X

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

Note: Not gonna lie, I thought this was going to be a dirty request but then I read it all the way through and awe it’s so cute ❤️❤️x

+ + + + +

“Sirius, quit it,” you muttered as the dark haired boy beside you poked your arm for the umpteenth time that hour.

“Don’t want to love, class is boring and this is entertaining,” Sirius replied with a cheeky grin, continuing with the exact act you just told him to stop.

"Sirius please!”

”’S not a nice tone of voice is it now, kitten? I’d prefer it if you said that in more of a moan,” he smirked, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh.

You placed your hand over his and pushed him away, “Let me do my work, Sirius, I’ll talk to you later.”

Sirius sighed, staring around the charms classroom and frowning. He caught James’ gaze from across the room, and smirked at him.

He turned back to you and grabbed his wand from his pocket, pretending as though to practise Charms like every other person in the room, however instead he began making your hair flip around your shoulders instead.

“Sirius! What do you think you’re doing now?!” You grumbled as you turned to face him, glaring at his sheepish expression.

"Just wanted your attention, love,” he admitted, trying out his puppy dog eyes on you.

You stared at him, uninterested. “Go and annoy somebody else, not me.”


You sat down on the couch in the common room opposite James and Lily, who were cuddled up close and sighed.

"Does anyone know what was up with Sirius today? He seemed more… annoying than usual,” you asked.

"He’s Sirius Black. He was probably overreacting about something again,” Lily spoke with an eye roll.

"Hey Evans! Are you talking about me?” The black haired boy entered the room and plopped himself down across your couch - and you.

"Sirius - ouch - get off me, please! What is up with you? You’ve been so irritating all day!”

"Love,” he said with a pout as he looked into your eyes, “I only wanted a hug!”

"Aww,” you cooed, your eyes softening as you wrapped your arms around your big baby of a boyfriend, “You should have just said so!”

"Are you still mad at me?” Sirius asked, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Not anymore my dear.”


  • Wish me luck out there.
  • That’s pretty good.
  • Nice to see you again.
  • Thank you. That was very nice. Thank you.
  • We’ve all gone too big too fast.
  • You totally forget the lesson.
  • We’re all violent here, but you’re very friendly.
  • I don’t like confrontation.
  • I’ve never been in a fight before.
  • Do not fuck with me.
  • You could pour soup in my lap and I’ll probably apologize to you.
  • I’m so open and vulnerable.
  • I got married since then.
  • I love saying “my wife/husband.”
  • Stay away from my wife/husband!
  • Marriage is gonna be very magical.
  • Being married is so nice.
  • I never knew relationships were supposed to make you feel better about yourself.
  • I’d been in relationships where I got cheated on, like, long ones.
  • I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a long relationship where you got cheated on, but it changes your whole worldview. 
  • How could another person kill someone?
  • I’m not gonna do it, but I totally get it.
  • No one else can have you.
  • I don’t care about that.
  • It’s just creepy to have an ex out there after things have ended badly.
  • They have a lot of information.
  • Anyone who’s seen my dick/pussy and met my parents needs to die.
  • That’s not even a situation.
  • Aw, she’s/he’s ugly.
  • I know that’s awful, but wouldn’t you give a million dollars to see that video? 
  • Cause you know, how you lie to your parents. 
  • I got this under control.
  • They introduced a bunch of new shit.
  • Let’s see. What problems can we solve? Problem one. No.
  • It’s just a little bit wrong, isn’t it?
  • I don’t have any children, I have a dog.
  • Go tell your fucking jokes.
  • Let’s pretend. It’ll be fun.
  • Let’s talk before we go in.
  • What is the animosity about?
  • So, this could be an office. Or maybe a nursery.
  • I went outside about as much as Powder from the movie Powder.
  • I didn’t mean to make it sound like we/I don’t want children. We/I don’t, but I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.
  • Sometimes babies will point at me, and I don’t care for that shit at all.
  • You’re never too young to learn our national no-snitching policy.
  • Someone can’t keep a secret!
  • It’s fun to be married.
  • I’ve never been supervised before.
  • I’m supervised. 
  • I had no supervision when I was a kid.
  • No one cared about my opinion. No one cared what I thought.
  • What do you think you’re doing?
  • I think Emily Dickinson’s a lesbian.
  • That’s not how life works.
  • I have had a very long day.
  • My dad/mom loved us. He/she just didn’t care about our general happiness or self-esteem.
  • My dad/mom is cold-blooded.
  • Are you going to talk the entire time?
  • No one look at me or I’ll kill myself.
  • Hello? Hush!
  • What kind of a person are you?
  • I need you to believe me.
  • Remember, ______, at five o'clock, you need to keep looking like a hard-boiled egg.
  • I think about that every goddamn day.
  • The things they/you say mean nothing to
  • them/you, but they mean everything to me.
  • Eat ass, suck a dick and sell drugs.
  • I’m sorry you all had to hear that.
  • What should I do with my life?
  • What the hell is/are he/she/you trying to pull?
  • Hey, can I walk ya home?
  • It’s not like he’s/she’s gonna remember you.
  • What the hell are you talking about?
  • It was the best night of my entire life.
  • You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.
  • In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
  • I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting.
  • You should be nervous.
When’s The Wedding? / Conor Maynard

Request:  Can you do a conor imagine where he goes to the readers annual family dinner and they’re being really cute in private and their family tease them?

“Conor, babe, are you almost ready?” You asked, looking at your reflection on your full-length mirror.

“What shirt?” He asked, walking back into your shared bedroom.

You looked at the two shirts on his hands and pointed at the white one. He put it on quickly and you helped with the buttons, kissing his lips softly once you were finished.

“You really don’t have to go, you can go out with the boys.” You smiled.

“I missed it last year, they’re going to think I’m a bad boyfriend if I don’t go to this one.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“You look gorgeous, by the way.” He said as you were applying perfume to yourself.

You smiled at him through the mirror. “So do you. Do you have everything ready? Remember we’re staying at my parent’s for two days.”

“Yep, I know. Everything’s in the car, don’t worry.” He said, as you both started walking towards your front door. “Do you want me to drive?”

You nodded. “Please.”

Three hours later, you were entering your hometown, memories flooding your mind as you drove through the streets you had walked along thousands of times, for years. You didn’t get to go back as much as you wanted because you and Conor seemed to always be too busy, but once a year, you left a few days free of any activity for one special thing: the annual dinner. You never missed one and you weren’t planning on doing it any time soon, either.

It was something you had done your whole life, and even though some people may find it a bit tedious to sit at a table with your whole family, you absolutely loved it. You were always close to your family, even though it was a big one, you were all close and loved each other. There just was something about that night that always felt special, maybe it was your grandparents seeing all their sons, daughters and grandchildren all together or being able to see how everyone is building their lives year by year.

Two years ago, you decided to invite your boyfriend, Conor, to one and loved seeing him getting on so well with your family, it was like he became a part of it that night. Last year though, unluckily he couldn’t go because he was in America but to your surprise, everybody asked why he hadn’t come and the thought of your family caring so much for him warmed your heart. You were glad they loved him so much, because even from the start of your relationship, you knew you were going to fall for him, hard. And you did. You both did.

“Babe, we’re here.” Conor said as he parked the car, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Are you okay?” He asked, turning to you a bit.

“Yes.” You smiled. “Let’s go, I wanna see everyone already.” You said excitedly, making him chuckle.

“Well go on, I’m gonna get our things.” He kissed your cheek.

You got out of the car, running towards your parent’s house front door, knocking on it loudly out of pure excitement. Your mum was quick to open it and engulfing you in a tight hug and when she let go, you were quickly wrapped in your dad’s arms.

“How are you?” You asked them, letting go of your dad.

“We’re good, and you? Where’s Conor?” Your mum asked, her face radiating happiness.

“I’m here!” He answered, going to hug your mum and shaking hands with your dad.

“We’re good, too.” You smiled, as Conor placed his hand on your back.

“Well, come on. Everybody’s in the back.” Your dad said, and you nodded.

“We’re just gonna get our stuff to my room, first.”

Grabbing one of the bags Conor left on the floor by his feet, you started walking up the stairs, him following close behind. Once in your room you left the things on the bed and turned to look at him, a smile on your face as you caught him looking at himself in your old mirror. You walked to him and hugged him from behind, going on your tip toes to let your head rest on his shoulder so you could watch him through the mirror.

“Are you sure I look fine?” He asked. “Like, it’s stupid that I’m a bit worried because I already know them but, I don’t know.”

“You worry because you care, it’s okay.” You kissed his shoulder before standing in front of him. “You look fantastic, babe. Really, really handsome.” You pecked his lips.

Lacing your fingers with his you walked to the back yard, where your whole family cheered to say hi when they saw you two, and after greeting everyone and catching up a little bit with your cousins, you and Conor sat down at a little table with some of your uncles and aunts.

You smiled, watching Conor talk with your uncle about god knows what, seeing how he would listen carefully to what he was saying before answering with a smile or laughing, and even though he was almost turned all the way towards your uncle, his hand was on your thigh, his thumb drawing invisible shapes on it every now and then.

“That, right in your eyes, is a look of pure love, dear.” Your aunt said, leaning in to say it to your ear.

“Sometimes I just look at him and just think about how much I love him, is that weird?” You asked, making her laugh as she shook her head lightly.

“Not at all, sweetie. Happens to me all the time.” She smiled. “It’s like on a daily basis you don’t think of how much you love him and then when you realize is like, wow, I love this guy way more than I thought.”

“Exactly.” You laughed.

“Everyone, dinner’s ready!” Your mum yelled, taking some plates to the dinner table in the middle of the garden.

It took you all a few minutes to settle down, you were quite a few people and sitting almost seven children down for more than five seconds was quite the challenge, but somehow you managed to do it, and started eating.

“Do you want some of this, Rosie?” You heard Conor say, and you looked at him, only to find that your four year old niece was sitting comfortably in his lap.

“Yes, please.” She nodded.

“Rosie, come here, let Conor eat.” Your brother said.

“Oh, no. It’s okay, she isn’t bothering at all.” He answered quickly, making you smile.

“So Y/N, Conor, when’s the wedding?” Your other brother asked.

“What wedding?” You asked, confused.

“Yours, of course.” He answered and you blushed.

“Oh, I can just imagine my little girl walking down the aisle in a white dress, you’d look so beautiful. You’d make a gorgeous bride, honey?” Your mum said dreamily.

“Mum, please!” You said, not daring to look at Conor. “It’s too soon.”

“I proposed to your grandma after less than a year together, sweetheart. It’s love, it’s never too soon.” Your grandpa said, smiling. “Besides, I want to be there on your wedding day, and dance with you.”

You smiled and looked at Conor, who was smiling. He looked at you and you mouthed ‘sorry’ to him but he just shook his head and squeezed your hand a bit, letting you know it was okay.

“Yeah man, you just gotta pop the question.” Your brother said, looking at Conor.

You were sure you were as red as a tomato, how could you not be? You never really talked about the future with Conor, only once, and even though you were sure that you wanted to be with him for as long as you could, you didn’t know what he thought, so when he answered your brother you were surprised, his words making you melt inside completely.

“I will do it,” He smiled “I’m just having a hard time picking the ring.” He finished.

Hours later, you were both changing onto your pajamas, ready to go to bed. And even though you were tired, your mind was racing, his words playing over and over in your head. You brushed your teeth and got into bed, your head finding its usual place on Conor’s bare chest.

“Is it true?” You asked. “That you’re trying to pick a ring?” He hummed.

“I wouldn’t lie to your family.” He smiled. “I know I’m not supposed to tell you, but the words just flew out of my mouth.”

“Do you really want to spend the rest of my life with me?” You asked in awe.

“Can’t see myself with anyone else.” He kissed the top of your head. “Do you?”

“Of course.” You smiled. “Wait, this isn’t you proposing, right?” He laughed.

“No, I want it to be more special and something we won’t forget. I’m not gonna tell you when I plan on doing it.” You nodded. “So, we’re gonna get married, have an amazing honeymoon, have amazing sex,” You laughed “ have kids in a few years and grow old together, doesn’t sound bad, huh?”

“Not at all.” You kissed him. “Specially not the sex part.”

“Hmm, I know you would like that part, baby.” He smiled.

Butterflies (Anthony x Reader)

Word Count: 2,295

Warnings: Swearing?

Authors Note: I hate this fic. I think I did a terrible job and I’m so sorry. Regardless, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF IT! 

Request: Could I get an Anthony fic where the reader is in the Ham band & was in the 21 Chump St band (pref violin) so they became friends. He sings ‘what the heck I gotta do’ to her @ Ham but she is still oblivious until Lin points it out & they get together 

Btw ^^^ that was my very first cast request. It’s been a long time.


You walked into the Richard Rodgers with a duffel bag and your violin, desperately trying to get to your dressing room after the rough morning that you’d had.

“Here let me take this for you.” You heard a voice say. You peeked over your shoulder and you saw Anthony motioning at your bag.

Before you could protest, he took it from your grasp and hung it over his shoulder. You gave him a grateful smile and he returned one.

“So how was your morning?” He asked trailing behind you.

“It was the worst morning ever.” You groaned, turning around to point out the coffee stain on your sweatshirt. You opened the door to your dressing room and Anthony put your duffel bag down.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him, he took his hand to move a stray hair away from your face, and you blushed slightly.

You guys had this friendship. You didn’t know what to call it. He was extremely flirty yet he was with everyone, so you couldn’t get your hopes up. He was obviously attractive and you had developed some sort of crush on him, but you made sure you kept your feelings in check. Your stupid crush wasn’t worth ruining your friendship.

The intimate moment was shattered when Lin popped his head into the dressing room.

“Hey -oh. Continue.” He giggled before running off.

A pink blush covered Anthony’s freckled cheeks and he pulled back, realizing how close you two were.

“Uh well, good luck with the show, although you won’t need it!” He said with an embarrassed tone, heading for the door. You wanted to stop him, and tell him to get rid of the butterflies in your stomach that he’d started, but all you could say was:
“You too!”

You sighed and headed for the stage, looking out for Alex.

Instead of Alex you found Lin.

“Hey Y/N” he waved, and you made your way over to him. “Did you finally kiss him?” he joked referring to you and Anthony. You shoved him in the ribs and groaned. Lin was practically like an older brother to you and he the only one who knew of your feelings toward Anthony. You had told him when you worked with him in 21 Chump Street and to this day, you regretted it as he never let it go.

“I never should have told you that I liked him.” you groaned and buried your head in your hands to hide the blush that spread your face whenever you talked about Anthony.

“Aw look! You’re blushing.” he cried out.

“I swear I’m going to kill you one day.” you replied dryly.

“Hey, one day you’ll be thanking me.” he said winking and walking away.

You headed down to the pit to set up for the show that day when you ran into Hope.

“Oh, Hey Y/N!” she said walking with you backstage.

“Hey, Hope. What’s up?”

“Apparently you and Anthony.”

“How the hell does news spread so fast in this theater?” you said shaking your head

“Well, personally, I think you’d be so cute together. He’s so sweet to you.” she said walking into her dressing room. You didn’t reply with anything but a grunt. “Oh and today after the show some of the crew and I are gonna go up to the roof, you should come.” she suggested.

“Maybe.” you mumbled as you walked away.


The show finished fast too fast and you decided you were going to go out of the theater. You needed time to think and to relax without being around the rowdy cast, and Anthony. Of course. You pulled on a sweater and were just a few steps from the door when you felt somebody grab you from behind.

“Ahh” you shrieked.

You turned your head to see Lin with a wide smile on his face.

“Where do you think you’re going missy?” he asked you, still carrying you.

“Away. From here. From you.” you groaned.

“I don’t think so.” he sang.

You didn’t know where he was taking you until the stairs to the roof approached,

“Oh, no. no . Hell no. If you think.” you began laughing but just then Anthony approached from behind Lin seeing you in his arms and laughing. He cleared his throat and Lin turned around causing you to hit your head on the wall as he moved too fast.

“Fuck.” he said as he heard the loud bang. He promptly put you down and used his hand to examine the damage done.

“Here, I’ll go get an ice pack.” he said rushing off.

“Wait. Don’t leave me here wit-” fuck.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Anthony asked, tense.

You rubbed the growing lump on your head, “I think?”

“Don’t touch it.” he said and he moved closer to you and you swore you couldn’t even feel your head. The only feeling was your heart fluttering and butterflies in your stomach. He gently cupped your face and tilted it down to look at the lump. You felt your face heat up at the contact and you felt your knees go weak.

“Do you still want to go up?” he asked and you couldn’t form words.

“I-I. um. I”

“Boy you must’ve hit your head hard.” he said pulling you in for a hug. This wasn’t your first hug, but every time your body ignited at his contact and you felt yourself wanting to stay there in his arms forever. You relaxed your head so that it was leaning on his shoulder.

“Are you going to be ok?” he asked when he finally pulled away.

“Yeah.” you whispered.

“Here, let’s go.” he said letting you go up the stairs first. His hand never left your lower back as he guided you up the steps.

Once on the roof, you found your spot next to Renee as you sat down next to her.

“Are you ok?” She asked noticing your change in your usual happy demeanor.

“Yeah. I just hit my head that’s all.” you lied. It was because of Anthony. It felt like you were in a dream from hitting your head too hard.

“Awww my poor baby!” she shrieked as she dramatically wrapped her arms around you. When you didn’t laugh she realized how serious it was.

“What’s wrong?” Oak approached you hearing Renee.

“Y/N hit her head and I can’t even get a laugh out of her.”

“I can change that.” Oak said

“Hey, Y/N, What did everybody say about the mushroom?” he asked.

“What?” you decided to play along

“That he was a fungi… Get it like fun guy?”

You sat and stared at him with your best resting bitch face.

“Oookayy. Maybe not.” he muttered.

“What’s going on?” Anthony asked as he approached you guys.

Before you could say anything, Oak beat you to it.

“Y/N’s being a meanie and not laughing at any of my jokes.” he said

“Oh, boo hoo.” you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Hey Ant, bet you can’t get Y/N to laugh.” Oak challenged.

You faced Anthony with a stone face and cocked an eyebrow at him as he thought of what to do. Just when you thought he was going to tell you a stupid joke like Oak, he began singing.

“What the heck I gotta do to be with you.” he sang and you instantly froze at the familiar song.

“What the heck I gotta doooooo to be with youuuu.” he said pointing at you and dancing in circles around you, slinking his body around. You couldn’t help the small smile that cracked your face as it eventually turned into a fit of giggles.

“See! I knew it!” He exclaimed as he clapped his hands together.

Once you had your laughter in check you saw Lin standing by the door with an ice pack in one hand and a smirk on his face. He gestured to Anthony with a smug look on his face. You couldn’t help the blush that spread your cheeks as you shook your head, laughing. Anthony, suddenly aware of your behavior, followed your line of vision to Lin. Of course. He tensed slightly before excusing himself.

“I’m gonna head down.” He said bitterly.

“Aw, Anthony. What’s wrong?” You asked putting a hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you, a forced smile on his face.

“I’m just not feeling too well.” Not a lie, he thought. You and Lin seemed to be awfully close recently and he wasn’t sure what he was feeling until just then. It was jealousy.

“Oh. Alright then. Feel better.” You gave him a smile and let him go. On the way down he purposefully bumped shoulders with Lin and headed down the stairs as if nothing had happened. Lin gave him a dirty look and opened his mouth to say something when he closed it promptly, a devilish smile spreading his face.

“Are you and Anthony ok?” You asked, seeing the whole ordeal unfold before your eyes.

“No, but I know how you can help.” He said pulling you aside from the others and handing you the ice pack. You thanked him before pressing it to your head.

“How? Do you want me to go talk to him?”

“Not exactly” he said. “You need to tell him that you like him.” He blurted.

“WHA- no! No way!” You shook your head.

“Please Y/N our friendship is on the line!”

“Yeah well so is ours if you make me do this.” You challenged back.

“You don’t understand Y/N.”

“What? What don’t I understand? The fact that you’re trying to make me look like a fool?”

“He likes you.” Lin said softly and you felt your limbs go weak.

“What?” You said in a whisper.

“Don’t you see it? The times he takes your bag for you, when he always tries to make conversation with you before each show, when he gives you compliments, when he can’t take his eyes off of you, the physical contact?” He sighed when you still looked shocked. “I wanted you to find out for yourself or for Ant to grow a pair and tell you but you two have been beating around the bush for too long and I’m so anxious just watching you two. You all are like a bomb ready to explode.” He said.

You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t need to say much as Lin already knew what you were thinking.

“So please. Just go talk to him.” He said pushing you to the doorway. You let your body take over before you could talk yourself out of it. The truth was, you wanted to tell him just for the small chance that Lin might be right and that Anthony might like you.

You floated down the stairs and to Anthony almost in a dream like trance. The door was cracked open and you gave it a soft knock.

“Listen, Lin I’m sorry man. I dunno what’s gotten into me… sorry.” You heard him make his way to the door and swing it open.

You saw him shirtless due to the NYC summer. His hair loose as he looked frustrated and like he had been pacing the proximity of his small dressing room. You felt your knees buckle and Anthony promptly grab you by your waist and hold you up as you stumbled.

“Woah, are you alright?” He asked as he helped you to your feet once more. “That head bang really must’ve done something to you.”

“No” you said in a quaver.


“It’s you.”

A look of confusion spread his face as he looked into your eyes to try and decipher what you were trying to say.

“I-I’m sorry? I dunno what I did but-” he started trying to make things right.

“Whenever I’m by you I get all light headed and my knees go weak. All I feel are the butterflies in my stomach whenever you touch me and I can’t stop the blush that spreads whenever you speak” you said almost in one breath.


“Wait… don’t. I’m not done”

He quickly shut his mouth but his grip on your waist tightened.

“And I don’t know how you can do this to me. And I don’t want to hide it anymore because I want all of it. I want to get light headed and weak kneed when you’re by. I want to feel the butterflies in my stomach when you touch me. And I want to be flustered when we talk. I want it because I love the way you make me feel.” You stopped to take a breath.

Before you knew it, Anthony pulled you in from the hallway and pressed you up against the door to close it. Your breath hitched. The space between your lips was almost nonexistent.

“How would you feel if I did this?” He murmured against your lips before pressing them fully onto yours. His hands were on your hips and your hands found their way to his curly locks. You could’ve sworn that you were in heaven the way his lips made you feel. One of his hands made it’s way to your face as he caressed your cheek and you went limp against the door.

He pulled back slowly his eyes still closed. When he opened his eyes, his hazel eyes had a spark in them as he looked into yours.



“You give me butterflies too.” He said before he closed the gap between your lips once more. You hummed against his lips happily as the butterflies in your stomach erupted as his lips moved against yours.

You could get used to this feeling.


Originally posted by lycheepeaches

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, wanting to die, and coffins.

  • Lee Taemin was a prince in the late 1600s.
  • His parents ruled their small country and were generally well-liked by most of their people. Obviously, you can’t please everyone, but they came pretty damn close.
  • And Taemin was a favorite of the people, as well. He was gorgeous, he was quiet and polite (in public), he never caused any real trouble, he respected his family and loved them, he loved the town; he was the perfect heir to the throne.
  • Except, Taemin wasn’t exactly keen on taking the throne. He was worried about having the lives of so many people in his hands. He didn’t mind responsibilities that he took on as prince but taking over the whole kingdom? He couldn’t do it.
  • Now, Taemin’s parents were getting on in years. Taemin was their youngest child (out of many) and his sisters had all gone off and gotten married to princes from other kingdoms and his two brothers had both gone off to fight for their small kingdom and never returned.

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Topped (M) Pt. 2

Chapters: 1| 2| 3

Summary: All he wanted to be on top for one, and you happened to be there.

Genre: Smut, College AU

Word count: 2.1K

Tags: allusion to boyxboy, cheating, toys, anal.

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An orgasm is in order...

Prompt: Damon helping you when you can’t sleep after you boyfriend breaks up wth you, the next morning he deals with them.

Pairing Damon x  Reader

Warning Oral(female recieving), sex, smut, my terrible attempt at close and needy smut.

Word Count 1k

*Last request so send some more in!!

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anonymous asked:

noah fence but not gonna lie that the superbowl felt kind of exactly like election night

This was less awful bc election night didn’t have Lady Gaga or the Schuyler Sisters

Wreck-it-Ralph inspired sentence starters

  •    "You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses, would you?“
  •    "Random security check.”
  •   “And where you coming from?”
  •    "Anything to declare?“
  •    "I hate you.”
  •   “I’m gonna wreck it!”
  •   “why do I fix EVERYTHING I touch?”
  •    "Where’s the Wrecking guy?“
  •     "Doomsday and Armageddon just had a baby and it… is… ugly!”
  •     “Everyone here says I’m just a mistake…”
  •     “Because if that little kid likes me, how bad can I be?”
  •     “What’s your name?”
  •     “No cuts, no butts, no coconuts?”
  •    "Do you know what the first rule of [job] is, soldier?“
  •     "I know, I know, I know. I’m an idiot.”
  •     “Milk my Duds”
  •     “Who are you, the guy that makes the donuts?”
  •      "I see you’re a fan of pink"
  •     “Got a bit of a temper on me. My passion bubbles very near the surface, I guess, not gonna lie.”
  •     “It’s just, I gotta say, it becomes kinda hard to love your job… when no one else seems to like you for doing it.”
  •     “There’s no-one I’d rather be… than me.”
  •     “‘Fear’ is a four-letter word, ladies! You wanna go peepee in your big-boy slacks, keep it to yourself!”
  •     “I met the most dynamite gal.”
  •      "Oh, she gives me the honey glow something awful! But, she rebuffed my affections.“
  •     ” And then, I GOT THROWN IN JAIL!“
  •      "You don’t know what it’s like to be rejected and treated like a criminal.”
  •      "it’s why I tried to run away and be a good guy. But I’m not! I’m just a bad guy.“
  •      "I will never try to be good again.”
  •      "Flattery don’t charge these batteries, civilian.“
  •      "This is it, ladies! The kitten whispers and tickle fights end now!”
  •       “Your face is still red”
  •      "You are one dynamite gal.“
  •     "The selfish man is like a mangy dog chasing a cautionary tale.”
  •      "But here’s the thing… I don’t wanna be the bad guy anymore.“
  •      "You can’t mess with the program, [name]!”
  •       “I don’t have to do boo! Forgive my potty-mouth.”
  •      "Oh, that’s not blunt force trauma, ma'am"
  •      "It’s game over for both of you!“
  •      "Right, right. That’s a good note.”
  •      "You really are a bad guy.“
  •      "What? Speak up, I can’t hear you. Your breath is so bad it made my ears numb!”
  •      "I remember, she’s our princess!“
  •      "Tut, tut. As your merciful princess, I hereby decree that everyone who was ever mean to me shall be… executed.”
  •      "This place just got interesting.“
  •      ” News flash: neither one of us is getting what we want!“
  •      "Ugh! That’s like sandpaper!”
  •      "I’ll take it to my grave!“
  •      "Just go. Go without me.”
  •      "that’s everyone, now we’ve got to blow this exit!“
  •      "Why are you people so against her?”
  •      "Look, I’m gonna be straight with you, kid. I’ve been talking to [name]“
  •      "You sold me out?”
  •      "You’re a rat! And I don’t need you.“
  •      ” I’m trying to save your skin, kid!“
  •      "No, I understand plenty. Traitor!”
  •      "I don’t care! You’re a liar!“
  •      "it’s not gonna work…”
  •      "We gotta try!“
  •      "I’m not leaving you here alone!”
  •      "I’ve got some wrecking to do!“
  •      "I bundle myself up like a little homeless lady.”
  •      “Light em’ up [name]”
  •      “Bull. Roar.”
  •      “I’m not letting you undo all my hard work!”
  •      “Bring it home kid!”
  •     “Welcome to the boss level!”
That Was Hot

Sebastian Aho x Reader

Team: Carolina Hurricanes

Warnings: Unwanted flirting

POV: Second Person

Summary: Sebastian finally snaps after someone repeatedly flirts with (Y/n)

Originally posted by puckducky

Your name: submit What is this?

Whenever the Canes had a practice open to the public, you always went. Whenever you went, the same group of guys sat somewhat near you. Whenever the sat somewhat near you, they always hit on you and your friends. Mostly you. 

“Ah, would you look who’s here again, boys,” The main guy of the group said when they saw you sitting alone, close to the glass. “It’s our pretty gal, (Y/n).”

You shook your head, trying to ignore them as you watched the boys skate out and get ready for practice. 

“(Y/n), don’t be rude, how are you?” One of them sat besides you and smiled.

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Today I learned that a "Pinkie Promise" is not nearly as cute as I thought

Like, I always thought it was one of those sweet expressions like “Pretty Please with a Cherry On Top,” y'know?

Aw, a “Pinkie Promise,” how adorable.

Or… not.

Apparently it’s origins are more like, “You better keep this #*%$@ promise, or we’re gonna break your pinkie!!”

And ever since learning that I’m just… is EVERY innocent thing from my childhood a lie?!

You ever think about the fact that Mantis was the one that came up with the plan of fooling Snake by having most of them die at Snake’s hands? Do you think there was any argument about this?

Liquid: Slow your goth roll, okay? You’re not dying today if I can help it.

Mantis: Aw, come on. Can you imagine what a cool ghost I’d be? I’d get to be a psychic ghost!

Liquid: You can’t be a psychic AND a ghost, that’s too many things to be.

Ocelot: My dad’s a psychic ghost.

Liquid: If you don’t lie every twenty minutes do you stop breathing or something?

Raven: To be honest, I’ve worked out a deal with the ravens where they’re gonna eat my body all dramatic if I die today, and now I feel like it’d be a waste if no one saw that.

Liquid: Great, another goth. Are you ALL low-key suicidal?

Wolf: I wouldn’t even say “low-key“, really.

Liquid: I’d tell you to pop another Valium, but that would probably put you in a coma.

Wolf: *whispering* God, that sounds nice.

Liquid: WHAT’S WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU? Why can’t you just manufacture a burning will to live out of spite, like I do?

Mantis: Listen buddy, this is Alaska and I have the body fat ratio of a number 2 pencil. At this point I am fully prepared to go to hell just to WARM UP.