oh god this made me cry so hard

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.

strawberry

if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

5

SoMa Week 2017 Day 1: Confession

Oh my god guys, I hope nobody has died for this avalanche of sugar!!

haha ♥

This comic is so especial, I worked SO hard on it, just the first panel took me like… 2 days? and I’m happy with the result because omg, my comics have improved a lot!!

The song is “Forever” by Kiss, it’s a super sweet song I’ve loved for years, maybe is too sweet, I had seizures and it made me want to cry when I wrote the lyrics

Hope you liked and see you tomorrow!!

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 |

“Blinded” (Lay Smut)

Title: Blinded

Featuring: Lay (EXO) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17. 

Summary: You decide to incorporate a blindfold into your playtime. 

Requested by anon!


You crept up behind Yixing sitting on the stool, waiting for you. You’d told him you had a surprise for him, but he had no clue what he was in for.

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glitter-lisp  asked:

Your latest fic made me want an AU where Shiro is an astronaut and Lance is in a band and they stan each other super hard. Lance mentions in an interview that he wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up, and Shiro posts on Twitter that he brought Lance's first album on the International Space Station with him so he's officially played in space. Lance retweets it with a bunch of emojis and then he and Shiro both cry to their besties about senpai noticing them

Oh god this would be adorable.

Even better: Make it a multimedia fic so it’s all told in tweets, instagram posts and texts until they meet

I got a phone call from T’s teacher yesterday morning.
I thought, since the flu is going around, that she was calling to tell me that T threw up all over her desk and I needed to come get her.
Nope.
“K, I just wanted to tell you that whatever it is that you are doing with T it’s working. Its working so well.” (She’s almost in tears talking to me)
“I got the results in for the district testing and she is in the 96th percentile over all. She is getting an award for the highest test scores in the school. K, you have no idea the change I’ve seen in this kid. It’s like she’s figured out who she is. She doesn’t just give up when things get hard. She is persistent and happy and doesn’t care what the other kids say about or to her. She has taken on positive leadership roles in the classroom, and she has gone above and beyond to help others and to follow the rules, she listens attentively and takes interest in the material and I couldn’t wait to send these out I had to call you.”
At this point her teacher starts crying which makes me start crying.
“I just want to thank you for whatever it is you’re doing and for allowing me to be a part of such a positive change in a child’s life. Having t has made me remember why I wanted to be a teacher to begin with.”
Oh….My…..God……I cried. With pride.
My baby is so amazing.
She struggled so hard and I worried so much and her teacher has been amazing and goddamnit t is so amazing this child is incredible. I’m so sorry for the long post but I’m crying as I type this because through all of our trials and our horribly bad messed days when I feel like I should have never been a mom, or that I am just going to destroy her life, a beacon of Hope and positivity shines through and gives me purpose. These are the moments that make all of the bad days non existent guys. I’m so freaking proud.

The Doctor Is In

I’m back with yet another Brad smut AU which was loosely based on this headcanon by @smileforbradley and @tradleytrash

Check out my other piece entitled ‘Bandana’

Your new gynecologist decides to give you a very thorough checkup.

Warnings: Smut, Public Sex
Words: 2k


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anonymous asked:

what do think of ch 20

OH MY GOD
ITS WAS….UH….MMM…very unexpected, heh!
Definitely was not expecting sangwoo to turn on bum like that. Or for him to be such an asshole, expaly since the way he was acting towards bum in the previous chapters. But of course koogi couldn’t go easy on us, nah! She wants so make sure we suffer :‘3
But i can see all that was Sangwoo testing bum…agian… His a pshyco path but he isnt stupid, i dont think he’ll ever stop testing bum
OH, but the ostcih part made me luagh reay hard, i was crying and laughing!
It was good👌 but coyld have gone without the swegy swoory with bums booty

(help me these dogos are so cute )

OMG OMG OMG

I

AM

SO

EMOTIONAL!!!!

AMY AND TY HAD A BABY GIRL!!!  LIKE, I WANTED THEM TO HAVE A BABY GIRL, BUT I COULD HAVE SWORN IT WAS GOING TO BE A BOY, BUT IT WAS A GIRL, AND AHHHHHH THIS IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN ON ONE OF MY SHOWS IN A LOOOONG TIME!!!  ONE OF MY OTPS FINALLY HAD A BABY!!!!!  LOOK AT THEM!!!!  LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE BABY GIRL!!!!  I’M CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD!!! 10 SEASONS AND IT ALL LEAD TO THIS!!!!! SOMEONE HOLD ME PLEASE!!!!

The CEO

Anon: Can you do a Jackson Wang smut scenario, where he is CO and reader is just a regular worker working for a promotion, every girl is trying to get him into to bed, you ignore what they are doing, but Jackson seduces you one night cause you are working late and he comes up behind you sees you sleeping and then he massages your shoulders and you moan, and see him and you freak out, cause you do have feelings for him Can you also make it long slapping, just plain hardcore sex ;) thanks

Authors: Admins M and A

Character(s): Jackson Wang(Got7)/Reader

Word Count: 1,881

Summary: After a late night at the office, Mr. Wang knows just how to help you unwind.

 “Are you seriously working late again tonight?” I turned to see my co-worker and best friend sitting on my desk, dangling her legs like a child.

“Yes, I have a deadline to meet, now can you please get off of my paperwork.” I shoved her lightly.

“Ok ok ok, chill.” She jumped off and the papers fell to the floor. “Oopsie,” she giggled.

“Come on! What the hell Min?” I bent down to gather the papers up off of the floor.

“Ahem.” Min’s giggling stopped. “Miss_____.” I froze. Why now of all times did he come to check in? “Would you like some help?”

“Mr. Wang!” I shot up and turned to face him. Mr. Jackson Wang stood there in all of his muscular glory, shoulders and arms looking as though they were going to burst his well-tailored suit at the seams. “Uh, no Sir. It’s fine.” He smirked, leaning against the door frame of the office that Min and I shared.

“What’s this I hear about you staying late again?” God, he looked so fucking sexy leaned against the door frame. I wanted to scream.

“Ah, that? Well, um, I have a deadline to meet tonight, Sir.” I looked down at the ground, embarrassed.

“Understood. Get it done, Miss_____. I have faith in you.”

            “Yes sir.”                                                                                                                                   

“What about you, Miss Min?” I glanced up at her to see her flush a bright shade of red.

“I’m actually about to head home, Mr. Wang. Probably going to pick up a nice bottle of wine for tonight. It would be a shame if I had no one to share it with.” Her voice was getting flirtatious and I elbowed her gently in warning. Mr. Wang smirked at her.

“Is that so? Well, that’s sad to hear. I hope it’s a good bottle to make up for your lack of company.” I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing at how coolly he brushed her off. Min seemed to have an issue composing herself.

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anonymous asked:

you and ray seem like great friends and you remind me of how i act with mine. I see some of your interactions here on tumblr and they make me cry laughing. Hearing small snippets of funny moments you guys have together is the funniest shit ever. i just wanted to say you and ray are great inspirations to me and i hope you both have a nice day!

God I.. I read this earlier at work, and I smiled so hard my lead asked me what I was looking at hahaha. oh my god, this made my day anon thank you so SO much! I’m so happy that you have someone you’re close to that you can laugh and make fun of ahaha. I’m so genuinely happy to hear that people like us randomly yelling at each other ahaha, I hope you have a fantastic day/night!

anonymous asked:

Dear BangtanGoddess-nim,thank for coming back, thank you for your drawing, thank you for putting littles stars in our eyes each time we saw your art, thank you for doing such an amazing work, thank you for the time you use for it, thank you for sharing your talent, thank you for being so nice with us, thank you,thank you for killing us with the next serie with the kisses, sincerely thank you for all

Hello dear anon,

oh Lord I think I might cry now… I just had a hard working day and felt a bit frustrated about some things and then I read your message and I swear to god I felt instantly happy! Your joy about my work made me feel joy as well!

So THANK YOU for being an awesome person and sharing your feelings with me! :) And lets thank Bangtan for being such incredible artists who manage to inspire millions of people with their music, their personalities and their stories.

THANK YOU BANGTAN!!

Warm Kisses from Germany,

Diana

Before And After [REQUEST]

Oh my god! I don’t know about anyone else but the performance made me cry so much. I couldn’t believe Chanyeol and whether you believe he threw up or not, he was clearly not well and shouldn’t have been on that stage. Lots of love for my brave and stubborn Chanyeol!

If you have no idea what performance I’m talking about  … click here!

Anyway, enjoy the scenario!

Jade xo

“Come here,” you asked Chanyeol, bending your finger to beckon him to stand in front of you. Frowning hard, you watched as your boyfriend trudged his way across your hotel room to stand in front of you. “How are you feeling today baby?” you questioned him, taking his face in your hands so you could feel his temperature.

His lips pulled together in an adorable pout that would have melted your heart if you weren’t so worried about his health. “I’m feeling much better today. Your homemade soup last night must have been a miracle cure,” he mumbled, finding it hard to talk while you checked his eyes. “You should bottle it up and sell it. Everyone would want to buy your miracle cure!”

You pulled your hands away and crossed your arms over your chest. “Baby, your fever is still running really high. I don’t think you should go today,” you said softly, placing your hands on his hips and tugging him closer.

With his arms slung loosely on your shoulders, it may have looked like he was casually leaving them there. But he was weighing you down, needing your help to stay completely upright like he wanted. “I have to go. It’s the MAMA’s baby! I can’t miss them, especially not when we’re performing.”

“Chanyeol, you haven’t been well all week,” you told him, pulling him up against you so he could lean on you probably and you could rest your head on his chest. Above your head, you heard him sigh heavily. “Baby, I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself. You putting yourself under too much stress and I’m worried about you.”

He moved his hand and tilted your head up so you were looking at his tired brown eyes. “Thank you for being so concerned but I can’t let the boys down and I can’t let the fans down. This is a big deal for us!” His voice was trembling but he was stubborn til the end and you knew that nothing would stop him, even throwing up on stage wouldn’t stop his performance.

Sighing to yourself, you brushed the hair off his face and held it in place. “Please be careful Chanyeol! I know this is what you want to do but there is a chance that pushing yourself like this will do more bad than good. Promise me you’ll look after yourself,” you said softly, pleading to him through your eyes.

“I promise,” he murmured, bending down so he could brush his lips against yours. “Pinkie promise.”

You tried to smile through your worry, to assure him that everything would be ok. “You better get ready for rehearsals,” you told him sternly, caressing his face a final time. “I’ll be along this afternoon.”

“Laters,” he replied casually, dotting a kiss on your lips before he headed out of your hotel room.

As you watched him leave, you could tell from the tension in his shoulders that he really wasn’t ok. You huffed in frustration and ran your hands through your hair, wanting to pull the strands out. If he actually stopped for ten minutes and thought about his own body, he would have been better by now. But your boyfriend was dedicated and couldn’t stand to let anyone down. And so he suffered, meaning you suffered too just watching him go through it.

“Be careful,” you murmured uselessly into the air, hoping some divine intervention would occur and look after Chanyeol for you. Beyond that, you didn’t know what else you could do.

The only good thing that came from a poorly Chanyeol was that he was extremely cuddly.

When you arrived at the venue, the boys were onstage coming to the end of their rehearsals. While they ran through Overdose one last time, you went to their dressing room and unpacked all the food you had brought with you for them. As soon as they walked in, all of the boys swarmed the table of food like moths to a flame. Chanyeol was the only exception, sitting himself on the chair next to yours and curling up in a ball in your lap. While the others ate, your boyfriend just slept, while you kept yourself occupied by stroking his warm forehead.

One by one, the boys started getting ready for the red carpet, getting their hair and makeup done. You asked for Chanyeol to go last so he could have as much sleep as possible. Even then you felt guilty shaking him awake, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as his dozy eyes fluttered open. “Chanyeol, you need to get ready for the red carpet,” you told him, leaning back as he stretched himself out.

“Already?” he asked sleepily, blinking hard a couple of times before looking up at you. “How long have I been asleep?”

You checked your watch. “About an hour and a half?” you guessed, shrugging your shoulders.

He sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes, yawning wide. “I’m sorry you came all the way down here just to have me fall asleep on you,” he apologised, leaning forward to kiss you gently.

“Baby,” you said softly, running your hand down his face softly. Even after a little rest he didn’t look very well. It tugged on your heart. “You clearly needed the rest. I didn’t mind.” He flashed a toothy grin at you which quickly turned into another yawn. “Go and get ready,” you told him, shoving him lightly off the chair.

“You’re the best,” he replied, kissing you quickly before he jumped up from his chair and headed over to the waiting makeup artist, leaving you blushing while all the other members laughed at you from the other side of the room.

You were practically kicking yourself for not being at the side of the stage for him, especially when you knew Chanyeol was in such a fragile state. Instead you were in his dressing room with some of the team watching the performance on the screen. If one of the managers hadn’t come in saying that Chanyeol had been sick, you wouldn’t have known. But as soon as the words were said, you jumped out of your seat and ran out the door, hoping to find him halfway.

When you rounded a corner and saw him at the end of the corridor being propped up between Sehun and Yixing, you sprinted like you were back in school running track again. He immediately looked up and his tired eyes met yours and filled you with worry. He was very pale with darkening circles around his eyes and sweat dripping down his temples. “Chanyeol,” you exclaimed when you finally met in the middle, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down in a warm embrace. “I don’t want to say I told you so.”

“You don’t need to,” he muttered wearily, his breathing heavy and wheezy as it tickled the hairs on the back of your neck. “I’m already feeling bad enough.”

Looking over his shoulder, you shared a worried look with Baekhyun and just squeezed your boyfriend closer into your grip. “Let’s get you back so you can have a little lie down,” you told him softly, trying to soothe him with your voice. Releasing him from your grip, you let Yixing and Sehun continue to support him down the corridor while you held the hand that was dangling over Sehun’s shoulder and rubbing little circles across the back of it.

“I’m sorry,” Chanyeol murmured, his head hung low as he rested it on Sehun. “I’m really sorry.”

“Hyung, it’s not your fault,” Jongin quickly retorted and you seconded it by squeezing his hand. “Besides you didn’t let it affect your performance.” Everyone was quick to agree, trying to make sure Chanyeol didn’t worry about his performance.

He murmured a ‘thank you’ as you reached the dressing room. Immediately the boys deposited him into one of the makeup chairs and then left to get change back into their suits. “I’m sorry if I worried you,” he said softly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours.

You dotted a little kiss on his nose and sighed, closing your eyes. “I always worry about you,” you replied with a little smile. “It’s a full time occupation but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Your dedication to doing what you love is the reason I fell in love with you.”

“And your support is the reason I fell in love with you,” he replied, squeezing your hand.

Leaning back, you opened your eyes and smiled softly at him, trying to hid your worry. “You want to stay until the end of the ceremony, don’t you?” you asked, knowing before even asking that he wouldn’t want to come back to the hotel with you. Part of you wanted to hit him over the head for risking his health like this but you knew he want doing it for yourself.

“If I leave now, the fans will worry about me and I don’t want them to do that,” he explained in a quiet voice, his eyes staring at you wide and innocent. “Besides all I have to do is sit there and enjoy the music. It’s not going to make me feel any worse than I feel now.”

“Stubborn until the very end,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. “You have to promise to let me look after you after this. I want to be completely 100% before you get on a stage again,” you told him sternly, your lips pulling into a pout which you knew he couldn’t resist.

He kissed your lips and ran his hand through your hair. “Maybe we could play doctor and patient? I can think of a few things that will make me feel a whole lot better,” he said with a little wink.

You laughed and got to your feet, ruffling his sweaty hair. “Keep pushing your luck Chanyeol; see how far it gets you!” you threatened jokingly, just enjoying the fact he was teasing you and starting to sound more like your boyfriend.

“Maybe you could wear a little nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath,” he carried on, leaning back in the chair with a smug grin on his face.

You just rolled your eyes and left him in search of a drink, wondering if you should give him the bottle of water or just hit him over the head with it.

You went with the first choice but you were very close to choosing the second.

After the rest of the awards ceremony and all the press that came with it, you finally had Chanyeol curled up in bed with you, his head resting on your shoulder as you both watched a random Chinese cartoon that neither of you could understand. Now that you could finally look after him, your worry was easing. He was by your side again and this time you weren’t going to let him go so easily.

“Uh babe? You squeezing me a bit too tight!” Chanyeol complained, tilting his head up to look at you.

Guilty, you loosened your grip around him and kissed the crown of his head. “Let me get you a cold towel for your fever,” you told him softly, pushing the blanket away from you and making to slide out from underneath him.

As his head fell off your shoulder and onto the pillow, his arms shot out to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you back to his side. “I’ll be ok, just stay with me please.” He curled up into your side again like a little puppy and nuzzled his face into your neck. “I feel better when I’m with you.”

“This fever has turned you into such a soppy puppy,” you teased, running your head across his forehead absentmindedly. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I can think of a few things,” he said, looking up at you to show the wiggle of his eyebrows.

Throwing your head back in laughter,  you rolled your eyes and patted your boyfriend’s head playfully. “You’ll get none of that until you’re better,” you retorted, wiggling your eyebrows back at him.

He quickly sat up and raised his arms above his head in a stretch. “Would you look at that? I think I’ve made a complete recovery! You really are a miracle worker,” he exclaimed brightly, leaning forward on all fours so his lips were mere inches away from yours.

“That means I don’t get to wear my nurse’s uniform,” you complained with a little pout. “I can’t wear the uniform without a patient.”

Chanyeol immediately put his hand on his forehead. “Now that you mention it, I’m really not feeling well. Did you hear that I threw up during a performance today? That’s how unwell I am. I really need you to be my nurse please. With the uniform of course!” He pretended to faint and fall into you lap, moaning and groaning about how sick he was.

“In that case…” You rolled off the bed swiftly, leaving Chanyeol sprawled out on the bed. “Let’s tuck you in nice and comfy!” Pulling the blanket up to his chin, you tucked the corners under his body like he was a little dumpling. After you were finished with him, he would take every vitamin in the planet every day for the rest of his life, just so he wouldn’t get sick again.  Climbing back onto the bed, you crawled towards him and hovered just above his head. “Now stay here and let me look after you.”

“I’m going to regret those comments, aren’t I?” he asked with a visible gulp running down his throat.

You smirked at him and leaned a little closer, your noses touching the tiniest amount. “What do you think?” you teased, only allowing him the briefest of kisses before you crawled off the bed and went to fetch a cold flannel for his fever.

From the bathroom, you could hear Chanyeol groan in frustration.

But at least this way he would get better.


[masterlist]

Imagine going to a SAMCRO party with your friend but she ditches you so Tig starts telling you bad pickup lines. You start one-upping him with worse ones and you end up having a good time.

Warnings: Smut

You downed another mouthful of your beer and glanced around the room. You didn’t want to come to this stupid party, yet you let your friend drag you along anyway.

“Come to the party with me!” she had exclaimed. “It’ll be fun! Hot bikers and free booze; what’s not to love?”

So you went, despite being so completely over this whole week and all of the social interaction that went with it. ‘Why the hell not?’ you’d though. You’d have beer and your friend, it wouldn’t be that bad.

It was that bad.

The moment you had arrived she found some guy (a biker with a Scottish accent and scars on his face) and they’d spent a while making out before disappearing into one of the dorm rooms. It didn’t take a genius to know what was going on and it’s not like you were going to stop her; she hadn’t gotten laid in a while (to be fair, neither had you but it’s not exactly like you were putting yourself out there right now and you were worth more than a cheap hook-up) so you’d let her have her fun before you knocked down the door to let her know you were leaving.

You were staring so intently into your beer bottle that you didn’t notice a body take up the wall space beside where you were leaning. You shifted on your feet, one leg getting sore, and nearly jumped out of your skin when the body cleared their throat.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, love,” he said. You were taken aback by his blue eyes and you wanted to run your fingers through his hair. “I dropped something around here, have you seen it?”

“Uhh,” it took you a second to find your voice; all sense left your mind when you laid eyes on the handsome man beside you. You cleared your throat and shook your head to yourself, internally telling yourself to get it together. “Sorry, what is it that you dropped?”

A smirk made its way onto his -kissable- lips. “My jaw because you are gorgeous!”

You rolled your eyes despite the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Was this guy seriously flirting with you, albeit badly? You glanced down his body, your eyes raking over the jeans that pulled tight over his thighs and the button-up that hugged his chest perfectly. You decided, as you not-so subtly checked him out, that you wouldn’t mind a cheap hook-up if it was with this guy. Still, he wasn’t getting it that easily.

“Has that one ever worked?” you asked, genuinely curious.

His smirk broadened into a smile that sent your heart into a frenzy. “My body is telling me yes; I hope yours is saying the same thing.”

You cracked a smile that mirrored his. “You gotta try harder, buddy.”

“Well what if I asked you for a map?” He asked. You shot him a sceptical look and asked why he needs a map. “Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.” Was his reply.

You hid your face in your hands to cover your blush. “I should’ve seen that coming.”

“Hey, have you ever realised that ‘screw’ rhymes with ‘me and you’?” he asked.

A laugh erupted from your lips, loud and gleeful. You weren’t sure if it was the beer, the bad pickup lines or just this guy’s company that made you feel so happy, but whatever it was you liked it.

“Please,” you said once you had calmed down, wiping at your watery eyes. “You don’t think those lines are going to work on me, do you?”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, the smile never leaving his face. “But it finally got you to smile.”

You felt your blush deepen at his words. “Are you going to tell me your name or are you just going to keep hitting on me?”

“My name’s Tig,” he said. “You should remember it because you’ll be screaming it later tonight.” He finished with a wink.

You finished off your beer, needing the liquid courage, and shamelessly flirted back.

“You have a nice smile,” you told him.

“Yeah?” He asked, eyeing you closely.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’m sure it’s the second-best thing you could do with that mouth.”

He barked a laugh. “Is that a challenge? Because I can think of at least three things I can do with my mouth that are better than smile. Oh, and can you tell your tits to stop looking at my eyes?”

“Maybe we should make out so I can see if you taste as good as you look?” You countered. His blue eyes were looking at you with an intensity that was making heat pool inside you.

“You know they say you are what you eat; I could be you by morning!” He shot back.

You squeezed your thighs together; just the thought of his face between your legs, his tongue teasing you, was making you hot.

“You make me hotter than the bottom of my laptop.” You said, staring him straight in the eye.

“Do you have a licence? Because you’re driving me crazy.”

There was a small pause and then the both of you doubled over in fits of laughter. The party was in full swing around you, but you could care less as you and Tig laughed, enjoying each other’s company. When you got here tonight you didn’t expect to have such a good time, especially not with someone as good looking as Tig.

You heard his laughs die down and then his lips were on yours before you could ask him why. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in closer. You felt a hand snake behind you and come to rest on the skin of your lower back beneath your t-shirt. His hand was hot against you and a rush of pure want flooded throughout your body.

You parted your lips enough to let Tig’s tongue enter your mouth, exploring every inch of it slowly and sensually. A whine escaped the back of your throat and the hand on your back squeezed. You took Tig’s lip between your teeth, biting down just enough to make Tig moan.

“Tiggy,” you whispered, breathless. “Take me to bed.”

The blue-eyed man nodded quickly before slinging you over his shoulder and marching down the hall toward the dorms. You barely had time to rethink what you were doing before you felt yourself being thrown onto a bed and then there was a warm body hovering over you.

Lips found their way to your neck and you bucked your hips up into Tig’s half-hard member as he sucked on your pulse point. Using one hand to hold himself up, Tig ran the other up your leg from shin to thigh and grasping your bare leg to hook it around his torso. You locked your ankles behind his back, pressing his crotch firmly against yours, and ran your hands through his curls. He mewled against the skin of your neck, pressing a soft bite there before pulling back to admire his handy work. The smirk on his face told you that it was a big mark, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care right now.

His calloused hands pushed your t-shirt up to your neck, exposing your lace-covered breasts to him. He licked his lips hungrily and pushed your bra down so that your perky breasts popped free. A loud moan escaped you the moment he attached those luscious lips to your hard nipple, a free hand coming up to pinch and tease the other. The heat in your nether regions was becoming unbearable and Tig’s denim covered erection pushing against your thin skirt wasn’t helping.

You pushed against Tig’s hard chest. He took the hint and backed up off of you. You sat up only to tear off his kutte and top, then push him back down and straddle his hips. You tugged your own shirt off and tossed it aside, following with your bra, and leaned down to kiss him once more. Your naked chests were flush up against each other and you could feel him growing even harder beneath you. As you kissed, you let your hand wander between your bodies to the zipper of his jeans. You popped the button and undid the zip so you could push the denim down his hips (you flushed when you felt that he wasn’t wearing underwear) until his leaking cock sprung free. You broke the kiss to sit up more and watch as you wrapped a hand around the base and slowly stroked.

Tig smirked up at you. He could feel your need soaking through your panties and it was only turning him on more. He reached up, not wanting to stop your actions, and took your tits into his hands, squeezing and pinching until you were almost begging for more. One of Tig’s hands left your chest and you let out a whine at the loss. He removed your pre-cum slicked hand from his member so he could have better access to your dripping pussy. Without bothering to remove your skirt, he pushed your panties aside and slid a finger inside you. You rocked against his hand, his hand rubbing your swollen clit. He added another finger and started to scissor you, opening you wide for him. His fingers curled inside you and found your g-spot with a particularly hard thrust that made you cry out.

Oh God,” you moaned lowly and begged; “fuck me, Tig.”

Tig eyes widened and then closed. He cursed under his breath before replying. “I don’t have a condom.”

You only hesitated for a moment before letting the drunker part of you take control. “I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine.”

That was all the convincing he needed to push his jeans further down his thighs and line his tip up with your soaking entrance. You steadied yourself with a hand on his chest and sank down onto him, groaning at the feeling of being so full. He let out a sting of cuss words at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him. Without missing a beat, you started sliding up and down his long member, Tig watching as he disappeared into you and started to thrust to meet your hips.

Tig was mesmerised; from the way your breasts bounced to the hair that clung to the sweat on your forehead to the way your skirt was hiked up your hips, he couldn’t take his eyes away. He wanted more of you and secretly hoped that you would swing by the MC more often from now on.

Your moans turned to needy whines and cries when Tig angled his thrusts just right. Hands came up to grip your hips and hold you to him as he pounded mercilessly into your tight heat. You knew you would have bruises from his fingertips tomorrow, but you were glad that you’d have some proof this wasn’t all just a really great dream.

Your head fell back as you let out even more obscene noises, unintentionally pushing your chest closer to Tig’s face. Taking the opportunity, the biker bridged the gap and started to suck and nip at your tits. You could feel him moving inside you and his beard scratching your skin, you could smell the beer and cologne on his skin, you could hear the party raging on outside and even a few people getting it on in the other rooms. You glanced at the bedroom door, remembering it was unlocked and a wave of excitement shook you at the thought of someone walking in on you.

You slowly slid a hand down your stomach, over your skirt and into your panties to rub yourself. You felt Tig’s mouth water at the sight.

“Mmm, yes baby,” he groaned, looking down at the way your hand was working your clit. “Touch yourself for me, give me a show.”

You did as he asked, rocking your hips into your hand as you pinched and rubbed and gave Tig’s hard on a few tugs.

“Fuck, Tiggy I’m close!” you panted.

“Cum for me, doll. Let me see it.” He said, his rough voice shooting straight through you and sending you over the edge as you came on your hand and Tig’s cock. Tig let you ride out your orgasm for a few more thrusts before it was too much for him and he pulled out quickly, giving himself a few hard, quick tugs before he came all over your bare chest. You collapsed back onto the bed breathlessly and Tig flashed you a devilish grin before leaning in to lick your boobs clean of his own juices.

You grabbed his face in your hands and yanked him in for another kiss.

“Y’know,” you said as the two of you lay there, still catching your breaths, “this party wasn’t so bad.”

He gave you a small yet genuine smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You confirmed with a nod.

“Well the night’s still young baby.” He said, sliding a hand around your waist and pulling you in closer.

You bit your lip to hide your smile. You were hoping he’d say that.

“How about we get on that motorbike of yours and have round two in the shower at your place?” you suggested and hoped you weren’t vastly misreading the signals.

“I like the way you think, doll.” The hard, rough kiss Tig gave you in response told you that you were reading the signals perfectly.

Today was my last lecture in the Psych class

And my students applauded at the end. Oh my god??? Oh my goddd????

And a couple came to see me afterwards (to check their grades but also) to thank me for being a good teacher????

One made me cry bc I’m so proud of them. They were not passing at midterm but worked their ass off since. Now they’re passing and have lots of room for the final and I’m like a sobbing mess.

And then they just thanked me for caring so much like oh gosh this is why I live???

And I know it’s hard bc the style of class isn’t like some bullshit grammar class where they can just easily parrot off the grammar they’ve been studying for 10 years - it’s a freaking psychology simulation class where I give them authentic college level tasks (multiple choice, lecture + note taking, and short essay response) about content they never studied in their first languages — and they are THRIVING with it.

I gave a speech at the end bc I know they came here to learn English and I made them study this psych content instead but they acquired so flipping much residual learning that they should be proud of themselves bc I’m freaking proud. ((Also told them college courses will be much faster than my class, but that they can do it bc now they know how it works)).

Honestly, this class is my favorite one, and I hope I can teach it from now until the end of my time in this program.

MBTI stereotypes as lyrics by the front bottoms (reblog and tag your type!)

infj- it probably won’t get easier just easier to hide (looking like you just woke up)

intj- “stop crying, you’re an adult.
i could stand up, i could man up…” (boredom)

infp- “….it’s just so convenient to be fragile” (boredom)

intp- “space age crystals. i’ve been growing them, since i was a kid” (swear to god the devil made me do it)

isfj- “it’s just hard to explain, I like to be by myself” (water gun knife)

isfp- “when i am sad i am sad but when i’m happy oh god i’m happy” (flashlight)

istj- “cause you are water twelve feet deep and i am boots made of concrete” (12 feet deep)

istp- “you got a rash on your neck just below the line
where at your shirt stops covering and leaves your skin bare.
it’s such an unimportant detail,
that has nothing to do with anything” (hooped earrings)

enfj- “you were young, you thought you didn’t have to care about anyone
but you’re older now and wish that you could” (funny you should ask)

enfp- “and if you’re happy, well then, you’re happy.
we could leave it all at that.
pretend you’re happy and I’ll be happy” (if you’re happy)

entj- “some people no matter how much money they make can’t get out of their own way” (help)

entp- “oh no no, i’ve got numbers i could call
start problems I don’t need
start trouble with my friends that won’t even matter when I leave” (molly)

esfj- “i wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom” (santa monica)

esfp- “they say the good thing about plastic flowers is you can spray them with any type of perfume” (plastic flowers)

estj- “everybody’s gotta have a game plan, cut it up a couple different ways” (fuck, jobs/the plan)

estp- “smashing bottles and stepping on glass, has never felt so good in the past. i’m only human with my flaws, just a fool without a cause” (2yi)

Ignore, Annoying and Break up ?! >> LEO

Messages…

Leo where are you??

You hadn’t called me for so long.

Why aren’t you answering my calls?

Is there something wrong?

LEO seriously I’m starting to get worried. Are you okay?

>> Stop being ANNOYING.

 

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Will They Like Me?

Originally posted by wugalaxy

Anonymous said to kscenariosforyou:
Hiiii! I really love your Bigbang scenarios, (i’ve read most of them lol) so I was wondering if I could request an EXO scenario? If you are accepting then can I please request a scenario where the reader is Baekhyun or Chanyeol’s girlfriend and you are meeting the rest of EXO for the first time? Please make it fluff! Thank you!

(Y/N):“Do you think they will like me?”

Baek:“I am completely sure they will like you !”

I don’t know why i’m so anxious to meet all of exo. They’re just my boyfriend’s friends / members. I have seen them through video chat each time i talk to baekhyun. Even though baek told me to dress casual i still felt like i had to dress up. I wore a black skirt , a collared shirt, and a cardigan over. Before he could open the door i asked him again if i look okay. He confidently reassured me i look fine. We enter the dorm and all the members were there.
As soon as we entered we were greeted by all members. They lined up as baekhyun introduced me. They all bowed and told me their names. Sehun wraps his arm around mine ,

Sehun:“ I’m going to steal your girlfriend so we can interview her.”

He gave baekhyun an evil smirk and took me to the couch where Shuo was waiting for me. At first they were complimenting me. Telling me i looked cute, and had this sweet kind vibe. Then they begin to ask me some questions. From the way they were asking the questions Sehun was bad cop and suho was good cop. I couldn’t help but giggle to the fact that they were arguing because suho wants to be the bad cop. Baekhyun takes notice of this and quickly takes me away while they were distracted.  

Baek:“ Sorry about that love come take a seat over here. ”

Waving my hand signaling him that it was no problem. 

(Y/N):” No needs for apologies it was weirdly entertaining.”
We take a seat on the table where Chanyeol , Kai , Xiumin , and Chen were sitting. As soon as i take a seat their conversation stop and all focus go on me. Feeling all eight eyes on me made me feel so anxious . Until Chanyeol was the first to speak.
Chanyeol:“ Do you want to hear some of Baekhyun’s embarrassing stories?”

Baek:“ Oh god no.”

Kai:“ Oh god yes!!”
With his Baekhyun’s head hanging low the guys dish out all the funny stories and secrets Baekhyun has. I found myself almost crying of laughter. 

(Y/N):“ I can’t take it anymore.”

Baek:“ Want to know a embarrassing/ cute secret of (Y/N)?”

My eyes widen . What embarrassing secret does he have against me?

Baek:“ If you make her laugh hard enough she will begin to get the hiccups.”

Everyone on the table looked at me again. Sehun and Suho now make their way to the table. 
Sehun:“ Well i got a story for you (Y/N).”

He tell me about the time they were drinking milk tea boba and baekhyun started to laugh over a comment sehun made. Overall Baekhyun still had a boba in his mouth so some of the milk tea spilled out of his nose and so did a ball of boba. I begin to laugh so hard that tears escape from my eyes and i start to hiccup. As i quickly cover my mouth i hiccup again then we all burst into laughter. D.O approaches the table with Lay . They place the food and dishes on the table. Once we finish eating dinner Baekhyun and I said our goodbyes. 

(Y/N):“ I like the boys they’re nice and funny.”

Baek:“They actually want you to come over again tomorrow night! I told you they would love you. You had nothing to worry about.”