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Truth or Truth

Requested anonymously: A one shot where the reader has never been able to orgasm through masturbation. When Dean finds out, he offers to help.

Warning: smut, masturbation

Word Count: 2300

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! XOXO

“Truth or truth?” Dean asks, grinning a little sideways in that way that lets you know he’s just the right amount of drunk.

Truth or truth is the game you play when you’re both feeling a little wound up, needing to blow off some steam. You’re too old for stupid dares and too nervous for dares that might actually make you touch each other, so you settle for sticking to truths. It never amounts to anything, but you both enjoy the sexy words said in the dark as you lie together on one bed, a bottle being passed between you, like you have a life and a personality outside of monsters.

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PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘
HEY SHALADIN ANTIS

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Not-So-Bad Bad Boy

pairing: philip hamilton x reader

word count: 3700 (woah)

warnings: swearing, making out

prompt/request: “Can I have a bad boy/fuck boy Philip Hamilton imagine with the prompts 14 43 92 131 and 219? I love your writing so much!!” from @cheyenne-dunn-universe

a/n: this one is a lil’ longer than expected, but i hope you guys like it nonetheless! it got to the point where i was too tired of reading it to check for any errors, though, so if ya find any lemme know. enjoy


Philip Hamilton wanted your help.

It was the end of a school day in October, and you were just filing away your books into your locker – the one day a week you didn’t have tutoring – while getting ready to go home. In fact, you had just slammed your locker shut and were slipping the lock through the hole when the boy approached you with a proposition.

“You help me with math and I’ll hook you up with Georges,” he almost begged.

Philip Hamilton was a bad boy… at best. His father was a famous politician (although, in your school, whose dad wasn’t) and he never really tried to be nice to anyone else. Why would he? He had a motorcycle, all the money he could dream of, and talent to find a girlfriend at the beginning of every new month. But, despite his hardened, tough, rude exterior… you knew there was a reason he was like that, and you knew that there was so much more to him than being a dick. This was evident when he was asking you to tutor him – there was a look of weakness you had seen in his eyes that you had never seen in him before.

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Rebound

Stripper!JB au. Moodboard by @baebae-goodnight.

Word Count: 3.9k.

This ones for the Jaebooty chat ladies. You’re welcome. @suhotrashanon @kimnamwho @chanyeolandthebananas @the-porcelain-doll-xo.

Caution: Smut ahead.


Bright lights and loud music overloaded your senses as you sat in the crowd of screaming women. This wasn’t your scene and you had no desire to be here considering all that had happened the past few days. But your friends had managed to convince you this was the best way to get over your cheating ex. So here you were at ladies night at the local strip club many drinks later with a bag full of $1 bills. 

As you sipped your drink as you watched the show, one dancer catching your eye. You tried to push away your wicked thoughts but the alcohol had made you weak to the sweaty shirtless dancer. The way he moved his hips and licked his lips filled your mind with sinful possibilities. It didn’t help that he was constantly in your sight like, it was like he was trying to gain your attention. 

The end of the night was nearing now and the stage had been cleared, leaving a room of horny women wanting more. “Ladies, are you having a great time tonight?” The MC bellowed through the speakers gaining a large scream from the crowd of women. He chuckled into the mic at the deafening reaction. “Glad to hear it! Just letting you ladies know it is last call. So while you’re enjoying your last drinks I’d like to let you know the boys have got a special treat tonight for a couple lucky ladies in the room.”

Two men came out with white tanks and black pants. Both carried a chair across the stage. You recognized one of them, the stripper that had been catching your eye all night. You waited with bated breath to see what they had planned. Both men came to a stop and took a step in front of their chairs. They gazed out into the crowd, and for a moment you swore the dancer’s eyes met yours.

They prowled around the stage like caged lions. Their intense gaze scanning the crowd. The other dancer picked a girl from the crowd and brought her on stage. ”Come on JB, who is the lucky lady gonna be?” The dancer named JB came closer to where you sat. You felt this sense of nervousness as you stared down at your drink, not wanting to make eye contact. “Well, it looks like JB has selected a lucky lady!”

You felt your friend nudge you harshly to catch your attention. You shot her a questioning look as you rubbed your arm. She motioned up. You were confused until you saw what, or who stood in front of you. There was JB crouching down on the stage with a playful smirk. His hand was outstretched to you, the lucky lady. Your face began to heat up, no words could be formed as you shook your head furiously as you did not want this to be happening. But the odds were against you. To your dismay, your friends had forced you to your feet and allowed you to be pulled on stage. 

JB began to lead you to the chair as you began to protest. “You don’t want me up here, you should pick one of my friends. They’re much more into this than I am.”

He chuckled as he spun you around and pushed you gently down into the chair. You sat there stiffly wishing you had drunk more. His lips lined up to your ear, his breath hitting your ear made you clench your legs together. “That’s exactly why I chose you. You really think I’m going to let a pretty thing like you leave after not enjoying yourself?” You swallowed hard, his teasing tone wasn’t making this any easier. “Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” JB took a few steps back with a playful glint in his eyes. This boy was going to be the death of you. 

The music began pumping through the speakers. The tune that danced through the air was a familiar, sensual hum. You glanced at the girl in the chair beside you, but she was fully enthralled by the dancer that had chosen her. The cheers and screams of the audience gained your attention. Both men were on the floor now on their knees and one the hand for support on the ground. They rolled their bodies with a thrust of the hip to the steady beat. The men threw their upper bodies back and began slowly sliding their hands down their clothed chest as the lifted their bodies up till they were only on their knees.

You chewed your lip. You only had a limited view, but this whole thing was making you nervous. Both the boys rose slowly to their feet in the most sensual way possible. The look that JB was sending you was making you weaker and weaker by the second. To make matters worse was how he approached you. He sauntered towards you looking like a hungry lion, and you were his meal. 

You swallowed hard and tried to restrain yourself from doing something stupid. JB’s hand hit the back of the chair right behind your shoulder. He inched closer till he straddled your thighs. His hips lowered until he was essentially grinding into your lap, but you barely noticed. You were too distracted by his eyes piercing into yours. There was something there, something that you knew would only end in trouble.

What remained of the dance seemed like a blur. There was a lot of hip movements, seductive movements in close proximity, and touching. Both of him teasingly touching you and him placing your hands somewhere on his well-toned body. And let’s not forget the removal of his shirt to expose his chest that glittered from sweat. Yeah, it was a difficult three minutes. One with your legs being clamped together tightly. 

Standing up was an issue, your legs were shaky from the performance. You didn’t fully trust yourself to walk. JB seemed to sense it. He put a hand on your hip as he led you to the steps off to the side of the stage. You were screaming internally at the simple fact of your haywire emotions and being this close still to the unbelievably sexy shirtless man. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts of mundane things. But nothing worked.

When reaching the stairs you were ready to run. You had to get out of here and away. But before you could make a move JB’s grip tightened and gained your attention. He leaned down close to your ear. “Meet me outside in ten.”


This was stupid. So damn stupid. Standing outside the club only a few groups of women were left. Most drunk as hell and waiting for a ride. Then there was you, waiting outside for a stranger that had just given you a lap dance. Why you were doing this? You weren’t sure. But this was happening.

“So you stuck around?” You looked at the direction of the voice. There was JB fully dressed now, hair wet from a quick shower possibly. “Looks like my charm worked,” he teased with that cocky smile of his.

You rolled your eyes, “I can just leave.”

“We both know you won’t.”

You grit your teeth knowing the truth in his words. The man had given you one lap dance and suddenly could read you like a book? “What did you want?”

JB closed the distance between both of you till you were almost nose to nose. He cocked an eyebrow. “What do you think I want? Because if I’m not mistaken you want the same thing.”

“No,” you crossed your arms examining the diminishing crowd outside the venue. “I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

You were playing coy, both of you knew it. But you just didn’t want to give him the pleasure of inflating his seemingly massive ego. He licked his lips, giving a slight nod in annoyance. “Okay,” he mumbled. Two of his fingers slipped into the loops of your jeans. Before you knew what was happening he had you pulled against his body. Your eyes grew wide at the sudden contact but you tried your best to keep your composure. “You really think I’m gonna let you play like that?”

His voice was low and dangerous. Shivers ran up and down your spine at his dominant personality. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I can see it all over your face, and I want you to say it kitten. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

One of his hands left the loop of your belt and began running up and down your side. You closed your eyes in an attempt to control your breathing. You almost lost it when he began nibbling on your ear. “I want you,” you moaned.

“Want me in what way?”

You were becoming weak under his touch and your patience was wearing thin. Your mind drifted back to all the pain and drama that had taken place these past few days. Then your mind wandered back to the present. Outside a strip club with one of the dancers basically offering you a night of fun. A wave of confidence washed over you as you smashed your lips onto his in a hungry kiss. It was desperate and sloppy. All your frustrations and anger coming through the contact. JB wasted no time in returning your ferocity as one hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your hips.

“I want you to fuck me,” you breathe as you pulled away from his swollen lips. “I want you to fuck me and make me forget everything. Please, make me forget.”

JB pulled away, a Cheshire grin on his lips. “Why didn’t you say so earlier kitten? My place is ten minutes away. Come on, I’ll drive.”

Walking to the car you kept a tight grip on his hand. You needed this, and you knew that. Nothing helps get over a break up better than a rebound. And who else better than a hot guy. Your grip released his to get inside his small car. His car roared to life as he started his engine. You knew the drive would be short, but you were eager. Eager to not lose the momentum and eager to have the fun you so desperately needed. 

“W-what are you doing?” JB was shocked as your hands reached over the center console and began fumbling with his belt.

“What does it look like?”

“Eager one you are,” he chuckled. To your, and his, fortune the light up ahead turned red. In record speed, JB had undone his pants and pulled them down just enough for his dick to spring out. Your eyes were glued to his member that stood at attention. “Like what you see?”

You’d be lying if you said no. It had been so long since you had been with another man. Three years actually. So really, this was exciting. Especially seeing how large he was. You wasted no time in taking him firmly in your grasp. JB took a sharp intake of air. He wasn’t expecting your sudden willingness to do such a thing, but he wasn’t complaining. 

You leaned down just as the light turned green. You licked the length of his member earning a hiss from him. He scowled at the road before him, his eyes showing his immense focus. “If you’re gonna do that, don’t be a tease.”

“Well,” you grinned wickedly. “If you insist.” Taking him fully into your mouth nearly caused him to swerve off the road. He wasn’t expecting you to be so bold.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly to the point of his knuckles turning white as your pace sped up. He wasn’t expecting you to be this talented with your mouth. One hand released the steering wheel to brush back the hair from your face. “Kitten if you don’t slow down I’m going to cum before we even reach my place.”

You lifted your head, releasing him from your swollen lips. “I don’t see a problem with that,” you purred before getting back to the task at hand. You started off slower now, wanting to prolong your play. You sucked on his tip as your hand continued to pump. Occasionally your tongue would swirl around him. Soft groans would come from his lips. He wanted nothing more than to pull over and have his way with you. 

His right-hand lets go of the steering wheel to allow his fingers to tangle in your hair. He was done playing games now. He pushed your head down making you choke. Your hands clutched the material of his pants as JB continued to set the pace. Your lungs screamed from the lack of oxygen. His sudden control of the situation had you praying you’d be at the apartment soon, you needed some relief yourself. 

Your prayers were answered when the car came to a screeching stop. JB pulled you away roughly from his throbbing member. Just as you were about to insist on finishing your work, JB’s lips crashed onto yours in a heated kiss. There was so much there. Hunger. Desperation. Lust. It was intoxicating. 

Without breaking the contact you fumbled into his lap. JB’s hands began exploring your body. Feeling every curve before slipping his hands up your shirt and cupping your breasts. You forced his head up to gain better access to his neck and began kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. “Kitten,” he moaned. “We need to stop.”

“Why? I don’t wanna.”

He gently pushed you back till your back hit the steering wheel. “Because I rather not put on a show for my neighbors. I don’t think they’d appreciate it.”

You ran your hand over his chest and pouted. “Maybe they just shouldn’t look.”

JB chuckled at your adorable reaction. “Someone’s impatient.” His hand moved from the inside of your shirt and down to cup your ass. He gave a firm squeeze. “I have good news, my apartment is just around the corner.”

“Well let’s not waste any more time.”

Moments later your two tangled bodies came crashing through the front door. From the car to the apartment you had only broken contact a few seconds for air. It was a stumbling mess but you had reached your destination. Clothing began to be torn off of each other and thrown somewhere in the apartment. Where they were? Well, you’d worry about that in the morning. 

“Bedroom,” you muttered against his lips.

The adrenalin pumped through your veins as you went stumbling through the apartment. Hitting walls, knocking into tables, and a picture may have smashed on the floor. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the two of you. 

JB pushed you down roughly causing your back to crash into the soft mattress. You felt cold now without his heated touches.  His eyes scanned the length of your body as he licked his lips hungrily. “Damn you look sexy.”

“If I’m so sexy then why am I alone on this bed?”

He gave you an amused look. “Oh? Does that mean you want me to join you kitten?”

Your mind screamed yes, but you didn’t want him to have that kind of satisfaction. “I never said that.” 

His eyes narrowed, he knew what game you were playing. “You didn’t?”

“No.”

JB lowered himself closer to the ground at the edge of the bed near your legs. You propped yourself up on your elbows to keep your eyes on him. “Well, if you don’t want me on the bed then I won’t join you.” His fingertips ghosted along your legs and up your thighs. The gentle touch made you quiver. But his gentle touch changed without warning as he gripped your thighs tightly and spread them apart. You stared down at him in surprise. “Instead I’ll just have some fun from here until you’re begging for me to join you.”

There was no opportunity for you to question him. Instead, he made quick work of removing your panties, fully expose yourself to him. He ran his tongue along your folds, making sure to take it extra slow when reaching your clit. An uncontrollable groan escapes your lips to JB’s amusement. “Did you like that kitten?”

“No,” you lied.

“Tsk Tsk, lying won’t get you anymore. It’s only gonna get you in trouble.” JB rubbed your sensitive clit gently. Fucking tease. “I guess I’m gonna have to fix that.”

JB inserted the first digit as he watched your reaction carefully. He started slow just to see how you’d react. But upon seeing that you weren’t reacting the way he wanted he took it to the next level. Another digit went in and his pace became unforgiving. Your head tilted back as the familiar warm sensation began to build in the pit of your stomach. You closed your eyes trying to control your urge to moan and encourage him, but it was useless. “JB,” you panted.

“Jaebum,” he whispered ss he continued to move in and out, occasionally curving and scissoring his fingers. “My name is Jaebum.” His teeth grazed the inner flesh of your thighs making you moan his name yet again. “Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves,” he teased.

“Shut up.”

“Gladly.” Jaebum withdrew his fingers to roughly move your legs over his shoulders. His hands took hold of your waist to ensure you couldn’t escape. It was then his mouth began its assault. His tongue swirled and flicked in all the right places causing your body temperature to only rise. But when he parted your lips is when it all changed. Using his long slender fingers playing with your clit while his tongue delved in. You inhaled and took hold of his hair. “Shit,” you gasped. You craved more, you needed more.

You were on the edge. Your pants radiated through the room as you tried desperately to keep your breathing as steady as possible. But it was useless. This man had total control and you hated it. His lips left you, leaving only his hands to continue their work at a painfully slow pace compared to what it was before.  He smiled down at your withered form. “Do you want more kitten?”

“Yes.” Your voice was shaking from the desperate need for a release. 

“What was that?” You didn’t respond knowing fully what he wanted. Jaebum stopped his fingers movement. The lack of movement made you whine. You needed something, anything. Any attempts to press your thighs together were futile due to Jaebum still being between them. And something told you your hands might end up being tied to the bed frame from any attempts to help yourself along. “Kitten tell me what you want.”

“I’m not saying it.”

A dangerous glint could be seen through the dark room, he didn’t appreciate your response. His fingers retracted and next thing you knew he had your clit between two fingers, pinching it enough just to make you gasp. “I can play this game all night.”

You stood your ground. Clenching the sheets in your tight grasp and gritting your teeth. You were not going to give in so easily. His stare was animalistic while his free hand trailed up your body leaving a trail of goose ups. He took your right breast into his hand and began kneading them. He took care to ensure to run a teasing finger over your incredibly sensitive nipple. “This is your last chance kitten. Be a good girl.”

“No.”

Instant regret. Jaebum pulled you off the bed and onto the floor with him. He was above you before you could even register what had just happened. One hand pinned down your hands while his other was wrapped around your throat. His face was beside yours now, his deep breaths hitting the side of your neck. He squeezed his hand around your throat lightly. “You’re gonna regret that.”

JB’s hand retreated from your throat. You watched silently as he used his teeth to open up a wrapper containing a condom. As he slipped it on he never broke his intense eye contact making your desire only grow that much more. 

He positioned himself now, the head of his dick running up and down your folds. His head lowered to pepper kisses along your throat. You were being tortured and there was nothing you could do about it. “Tell me what you want kitten.”

You were becoming weak. So very weak. The desire was becoming a need. “You know what I want.”

His cock pressed harder into your clit making you gasp. “I want you to say it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”

You cracked. “Fuck me.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me you asshole!”

You were surprised by your own outburst. Jaebum loved it, that cocky expression taking over his features. He seemed damn proud of himself. His hips snapped forward and burying himself deep inside of you. The sudden penetration left you breathless. The sexual frustration that had been driving you mad had dissipated and was replaced by the intoxicating build up deep inside of you.

His lips attached to your neck, they moved up leaving small marks on the way up to your lips. Soon his large hands were back on your throat applying light pressure. His lips capturing yours in a heated kiss to muffle your moans of pleasure.

Without warning, Jaebum had flipped you onto your stomach. He hoisted your ass up into the air and repositioned himself before slamming himself back inside. His hand took hold of your hair to bring you into your chest. There was a mix of pain and pleasure, you felt like you were playing with fire. He let go of your hair as he put his hand on your throat, successfully keep you up that way now. One of his fingers brushed against your lips with you happily took into your mouth and began to suck.

Panting against your ear he began to speak. “How does my cock feel kitten?” You could only manage a moan. Your mind was in a haze, you couldn’t form words in this state. Jaebum gave one more harsh thrust before pausing. “I said how does my cock feel,” he growled against your ear.

You let out a whimper as you clutched onto his arm. “Jaebum p-please. Don’t…don’t stop. It feels amazing.”

“Nah baby girl, you’re gonna have to do better than that now.” He gave another rough thrust before pausing again. “Talk to me,” he purred. 

You were overwhelmed and desperate. “Fuck me. Please. I need your amazing cock to fuck me hard. Please daddy.”

“Daddy? I like.” Jaebum released you to let your upper body fall back towards the ground. Both his hands took hold of your hips before he began to thrust at an ungodly pace. It was overwhelming and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality. You clawed desperately at the carpeting on the floor but it was useless. A string of curse words came from your lips between your moans that only seemed to get louder. “Cum for me baby girl. I want to hear you scream my name.”

It only took a couple more sloppy thrusts to force you over the edge. The fire that had built in your abdomen exploded sending the fire coursing through your veins. Your vision went white as the pleasure hit every inch of your body. Jaebum let go of your hips causing you to fall to your side. He collapsed next to you taking trying to catch his breath. You closed your eyes and smiled to yourself. Your friends were right, a night out was exactly what you needed.

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{summary: there’s been no girl after me? is this true?}

you guys ready for this au where Peter is hot and popular and who’s also infamous for being a player? bECAUSE I SURE AS HELL AM.

im gonna make you readers thirst for more fuckboi!peter parker with this story 👅👅

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @fandom-flash , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

warnings: explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Peter Benjamin Parker, God, just hearing the name had the power to bring girls to their knees for him.

And you were no exception.

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Parse curls up on Bitty like a cat. He plops his head down on Bitty’s lap and curls up so that he’s taking up as little room on the couch as possible and as much room on Bitty as possible. His hair falls in a fluffy halo and Bitty smooths it out and scratches him while Parse pushes his face into Bitty’s hand.

Parse doesn’t say “I love you” a lot, even though Bitty hands out his overflowing love like candy. What he does is pick up Bitty’s favorite brand of butter right before it runs out, or wait two hours online to purchase the Beyoncé products in an auction. He tells Bitty that he misses him and sends him pictures of Kit mewling at the screen because Kit misses Bitty, too. Bitty returns the the favor on long roadies, often accompanied by a “love you, honey.”

Parse can’t make the endearments come out of his mouth easily. He wishes that he can call Bitty sweetpea, darling, dearest, all those names that Bitty showers upon him. Bitty can’t keep from telling Parse that he loves him, his sweet peachpie of a handsome, rugged, darling of a man.

“I love you,” Parse says sometimes, when the phrase doesn’t threaten to choke him up. When he’s sure that Bitty won’t run away. He tries his best to match Bitty endearment for endearment. The happier Bitty makes him, the harder he tries to do something special for him.

It’s so easy, because when Bitty is happy Kent becomes happier, and it’s like a vicious cycle of happiness that Kent gets caught up in until he’s pillowing his head on Bitty’s lap and he never wants to let Bitty go and he remembers how easy it would be for Bitty to leave him. Then Bitty would start caressing his face and Kent lets himself relax against him.

“And I said, why are you telling me you don’t like hockey, that’s what the dang blog is about!” Wine sloshes around in the glass Bitty holds in one hand as the other continues to play with Kent’s face and hair.

“Mmm,” Kent says. “Keep that up.”

Bitty looks down at him fondly and puts away his wine glass to bury both hands in Kent’s hair.

“Sometimes I feel like I have two cats instead of one,” he smiles.

“You do only have one cat, Kit isn’t owned by anyone.” Kent tries to purr, but it comes out to sound like he’s clearing his throat.

“Are you sayin’ I own you?” Bitty says teasingly, pulling Kent’s hair lightly.

You know that you own me heart and soul, Kent tries to say, but fail.

“I’m saying you better keep up with that petting game,” he says instead.

“Okay, okay,” Bitty bends down to give him a quick peck before resuming his massage. “Oh and let me tell you about Aunt Connie’s nephew’s -the nephew on her husband’s side of the family-”

Kent smiles contently, and falls asleep to the gentle lull of Bitty’s voice.

tenzen  asked:

Wait, ticks are a reason to go to the vet right away? Or did I misunderstand that triage post? I thought it was okay to just pluck the tick. When I worked in grooming, there were these two dogs that always had a ton of ticks on them (they were outdoor dogs and I guess they owners would rather spend the money on grooming then on tick prevention???)

Allow me to introduce Yet Another Australian Animal That Wants To Kill You, The Australian Paralysis Tick, Ixodes holocyclus!

Let me tell you about this little arthropod and what it does. Dogs are most commonly affected, but cats can get them too, especially if they’re regular hunters.

  • Very common tick, especially down the East coast. Does not seem to affect wildlife.
  • Like it says on the tin, this tick causes paralysis.
  • Initially hind limb paralysis or an altered bark.
  • Progresses to being unable to stand, then unable to roll over.
  • Respiratory paralysis can and will occur
  • Cardiac paralysis can occur
  • Fluid build up in lungs (non-cardiogenic pulmonary oedema) can occur, coupled with the respiratory paralysis this makes breaking very challenging.
  • If eyelid paralysis occurs, the patient cannot blink and will get eye ulcers.
  • Can’t eat or drink due to impaired swallowing.
  • Every hour before treatment will worsen prognosis and delay recovery time
  • Stress may lead to overheating and death of pet, including even transport in the car
  • Tick may have been attached for up to 7 days before clinical signs noted
  • Clinical signs usually lead to death within 24 hours if not treated.
  • It is not uncommon for dogs to have more than one tick

Short version: This tick paralysis its host, and dogs or cats parasitised by one are likely to die without antitoxin.

Oh, and there is a small chance the antitoxin will cause anaphylaxis.

These ticks may also be associated with Mammalian Meat Allergy in humans, where a previously bitten human suddenly develops allergies to eating all mammalian meats. These allergies can cause life threatening anaphylaxis too, completely unexpectedly.

You know, because what’s a day in an Australian tourist town without a chance of completely unexpected death?

Isak and Sana’s friendship - throughout the years

The last one gets really really long because I couldn’t stop - I kinda have so many more of these so remind me to do a part 2 sometime <3 if you like of course :)

when Isak and Sana have to prepare for their final exams in third year, Even helps Isak plan a big study session at their apartment. 

  • there are colourful cushions all over the floor with books stacked in a pile. 
  • Even has freshly baked brownies placed in the centre, 
  • and calming music playing in the background. 
  • Isak claps his hands, raises one eye brow at Sana and exclaims “lets do this” 
  • they spend the afternoon quizzing each other, yelling at their text books and eating all the sugar Even throws at them before deciding they’ve had enough and going out for pizza

When they graduate, the two hug (something rare for both of them) 

  • but they struggle to let go, 
  • when they do Isak blinks his eyes 
  • and Sana laughs at him for crying 
  • I just got a fucking eyelash in my eye okay?!
  • mmhmm that’s it Isabel
  • but Isak doesn’t know that Sana is struggling not to cry either. Thank god she chose to wear waterproof mascara today. 
  • Even forces the two to get together as he takes over a million photos of them
  • Eveeeeeen I think you got enough
  • Isak are you crying?
  • fy faen

Turns out the bio dream team ended up both studying at the university of Oslo

  • Isak is studying med, Sana is studying politics, but still….
  • somehow they manage to compete and challenge each other for the better
  • I can’t do this Sana, I give up. Why did I even bother, I am an idiot. I should just drop out
  • oh okay I didn’t realise you were a coward
  • what
  • you too scared of work huh?
  • sana nei I-
  • wanna do something easy?
  • but I just
  • or do you want to work hard and accomplish your dream like the nerd I know you are?
  • well when you put it like that
  • okay give me your book, I bet I can answer more questions than you
  • Isak grins
  • your on Sanasol

When Isak asks Even to marry him (by hiding the ring in their bottle of kardammome and insisting Even makes him a kardamomme sandwich even tho it tastes like balls) Sana is the first person he calls after screaming with the boy squad for an hour

  • SANA I DID IT
  • You learnt to tie your shoe laces? well Isak that’s-
  • nei Sana he said YES
  • she pauses for a few seconds before whispering “you did it?” 
  • I DID IT
  • He said yes?
  • HE SAID YES
  • well of course he said yes, that boy looks at you like your god or something
  • that’s cos I am
  • okay stop 
  • she smiles on the other end, her heart growing five sizes at the thought of her two best friends deciding to spend the rest of their lives together
  • congratulations Isak, I am so happy for you…you- you deserve this. 
  • Isak is gonna cry
  • Sana?
  • yeah Isabel?
  • will you-okay don’t laugh but- will you be our maid of honour?
  • Sana is speechless
  • wh-why me?
  • are you kidding? Sana it all began with you…you and your 10%
  • her beautiful laugh chimes down the phone
  • your practically my fairy godmother
  • oh my gosh say that again and you’ll have to find another maid of honour
  • well Eskild is keen for the job actually
  • Sana laughs 
  • fine i’ll do it
  • you’ll do it?
  • i’ll be honoured Isak

When Isak and Even bring home a baby girl from the hospital, Sana stands back as boy squad, girl squad, and the kollektivet fight over holding the tiny human. 

  • Okay give her to uncle Mags!
  • Magnus you have literally just held her for 45 minutes, i get her for two seconds and you ask for her back? piss off, Eva says as she presses her face against the small little head
  • Language! not in front of the baby Noora says horrified,
  • Vilde grins i’m gonna make her the cutest little aerobics outfit
  • Is baby aerobics even a thing? Jonas asks as he grabs for the baby
  • nei back off! Eva says
  • your being a baby hog Eva 
  • Eskild shakes his head disapprovingly
  • now give her to her gurumother
  • we told you that is not a thing Isak laughs 
  • I like it Even grins causing Isak to whack him playfully
  • Mahdi finally manages to steal little evak from Eva and holds her up to his face
  • hello angel
  • oh great now we’ll never get her Jonas groans
  • Sana is standing in the back staring intently at the cute cartoon animals Even painted on the wall
  • are you going to hold her? Isak’s voice startles her 
  • um what - uh nah I- I held her before
  • no you didn’t
  • yeah um i did
  • Isak gives her his snake glare
  • you don’t like my baby?
  • what? nei I
  • what’s wrong with my baby Sana?
  • oh my god
  • my baby not good enough for her aunt Sana
  • okay look
  • hold my baby Sana
  • Isak- kids are just…I like kids
  • you like kids?
  • yes I just
  • don’t like my kid
  • fy faen she breathes
  • LANGUAGE Noora shouts
  • Isak laughs 
  • Even Linn held her, why won’t you
  • okay fine oh my god
  • She marches over to where Vilde and Eva are tickling the child which is gazing up with big blue eyes laughing at virtually nothing
  • give me the child she says
  • Vilde looks up are you sure
  • Sana rolls her eyes yes i’m sure
  • she picks up the baby awkwardly and stares at it
  • she doesn’t get the appeal
  • Hi baby she says the baby opens it’s mouth and drools
  • you don’t do much do you?
  • the baby crinkles it’s eyes in a smile the way Even does and grows red like Isak does when he is embarrassed (which is a lot)
  • suddenly Sana grows warm. she sits down with the little girl in her arms and smiles at her 
  • well your not too bad I guess
  • suddenly she hears a flash from across the room
  • she looks up to see Even grinning behind a camera
  • GOT IT he says proudly high fiving Isak
  • Sana rolls her eyes you two are the worse she says 
  • she shakes her head at the baby 
  • your dads are so lame
  • the baby hums in agreement
  • i feel bad for you 
  • the baby pouts
  • i do and look at those guys over there
  • she lifts the baby up to show her Mahdi and Magnus playing with a stuffed duck and a stuffed bunny
  • and then you have Vilde and Eva
  • she gestures to the girls who are giggling over the baby sock with their arms around each other 
  • the baby coos
  • don’t it’s not cute
  • the baby tilts it’s head in interest
  • it’s not
  • the baby isn’t convinced
  • anyway then you have Noora and Eskild
  • the babies eyes follow where Sana is pointing
  • nei Eskild this is plastic, the baby can’t have plastic
  • oh my gosh Noora you are such a fun sucker 
  • excuse me?
  • i’m the fun gurumother you’re gonna be the old hag she tricks into giving her money
  • You are going to poison her!
  • Sana rolls her eyes
  • a mess I tell ya
  • The baby looks over at Chris who is choreographing a dance routine to the nursery rhyme playing from the music box Noora gave the baby
  • Sana smiles, yeah okay she’s special, she says 
  • the baby nods 
  • Jonas and Linn are in the corner discussing capitalism 
  • the baby raises her nonexistent eyebrows 
  • yeah okay I was surprised about that development too
  • then she finally lets the little girl look at her parents who are laughing at Magnus and Mahdi and trying to tell Noora and Esklid to chillI 
  • hope you realise how lucky you are Sana says pulling the baby close
  • I mean they are all crazy, but stick with me kid and i’ll help you through
  • The baby smiles, she likes that idea
  • the boys walk over to Sana after a few minutes
  • hows aunt Sana doing? Even asks
  • we have an understanding
  • She loves you Isak smiles, he loves seeing two of his favourite girls together like this
  • Even picks up his daughter “Okay Lily Flower time for lunch”
  • Isak grins brightly at seeing his baby in his mans arms
  • everyone is grinning actually
  • especially Sana

anonymous asked:

Hello I am potato anon and I love your blog! How would the RFA and V and Saeran react to MC telling them that they're pregnant? It would also be funny if MC told them in a funny way, like putting a bun in the oven. Thanks and keep up the awesome work!!!

The calm before the sin….. or was it after? Oh, and keep tissues nearby just in case.

~Nao

RFA + V + Saeran react to MC announcing her pregnancy

Yoosung

  • You’d been trying for almost a year now
  • You’re both lowkey afraid that one of you might be infertile or what
  • You’ve visited specialists, but there’s nothing wrong with both of you when it came to fertility.
  • It’s just that… the embryo couldn’t hold on long enough to develop
  • So you undergo a special treatment to prevent miscarriages.
  • The pregnancy test comes out positive one day.
  • However, you wanted to make sure that it holds, so you wait a few more weeks before officially breaking the news to him.
  • “Yoosung, do you think I look pregnant in this?”
  • “Of course not, MC, and even if you do get f—–can you repeat that?”
  • “I said, do I look pregnant in this?”
  • WHAT
  • You almost gave the poor boy a heart attack
  • Envelopes you in a tight embrace and bawls incessantly for a few minutes
  • Both of you waited so long for this, you couldn’t help but cry with him
  • See MC, I’m not a baby. I was able to make one with you

ZEN / Hyun Ryu

  • You weren’t really sure how to bring the subject up to him when you found out.
  • He was busy with his projects and you wanted to support him with all you had.
  • Will the baby get in the way?
  • You’ve been together for a while now, but you never talked about having kids.
  • The opportunity arrived when you were both lazily spending your day off cuddling on the couch one day
  • So you try for subtle and see where it takes you.
  • “Zen, can you read the thermometer for me? I’m feeling a little warm.”
  • “Of course, babe” 
  • Absently takes the “thermometer” from you.
  • It takes him a while to realize that he’s looking at a pregnancy test strip.
  • Is SPEECHLESS when it finally sinks in
  • “Z-zen? Are– are you alright?” you worriedly ask
  • He turns to you, eyes shining and hopeful, “Really?”
  • “Yes.”
  • Is so excited, he tackles you into a hug Zencontrolthebeast
  • Quickly backs away when he remembers your condition
  • “I’m sorry, MC, I’m just so happy!”
  • You chuckle as he moves close to your abdomen and whispers, “you’re going to be the most gorgeous potato baby ever, I’m sure of it. Daddy loves you, okay?”
  • His popularity just rose up to 1000% when he wore a “call me daddy” shirt to an interview 
  • As if it weren’t bad enough with his narcissism, will spam the chat room with monthly updates

Jaehee

  • You were both busy at the cafe so it took a while before you both decided that you were ready for kids
  • Was afraid that either one of you might lose the other if there were complications during or after childbirth
  • You finally convince her after attending numerous lectures on family planning and in-vitro fertilization
  • However, being a same sex couple, it was hard to find a willing and qualified sperm donor
  • Even Zen volunteered to donate his seed
  • But not in the fun way, no
  • You were considering the sperm bank, while Jaehee was considering adoption
  • You received a call from the facility one day, saying that one of your candidates’ sperm was healthy enough
  • So you both have your eggs harvested and fertilized in a lab
  • The procedures took time, but the waiting was longer.
  • You tried to surprise her one day by eating the test dessert with “special” spoons
  • You were discreetly watching her when she seemed like she was thinking during her fifth bite
  • Thought it was odd that the spoon had grooves on it.
  • Were spoons supposed to be like that?
  • So she takes it out of her mouth and examines it.
  • Engraved on the silverware were the words “we’re expecting”, with little feet decorating the end of the text
  • “How… how many?”
  • “Three”
  • The spoon falls out from her grasp and she covers her face, crying
  • But they were tears of joy
  • You go over and hug her, and you stay like that for a couple of minutes

Jumin

  • Came home to find you decorating the dinner table
  • ???? 
  • Was there a special occasion? Assistant Kang never mentioned anything
  • “Jumin, you’re right on time!” you approach him and welcome him home with a kiss
  • “Are we celebrating something?” he asks, confusion written all over his face
  • He’s probably thinking of ways to make it up to you in just in case
  • “Jumin, stop thinking, and just take a seat, okay?”
  • Noticed that the plating wasn’t as professional as the ones you regularly had
  • “The food presentation isn’t as extravagant as they should have been, I must contact the chef about this”
  • You stop him in time and explain that you insisted on personally preparing and cooking the food 
  • Apologizes to you, but then he notices that there’s no wine to go with the steak
  • “Oh, I left it chilling by the counter; I should go and get it.”
  • “No MC, stay there and I’ll get it,” he says, and makes his way to the kitchen
  • “While you’re at it dear, can you also check on the oven? I was baking earlier,” you call out to him
  • You wait expectantly as he moves around the kitchen
  • He comes out dazed, holding the wine with a special label that says “baby arriving on [due date], so drink for the two of us?” on one hand and a plated bun with a black and white photo on the other.
  • “Dear, what is the meaning of this?” he demands
  • “It’s what you think it is, love”
  • ……………
  • Couldn’t contain his joy at your admission, and pulls you in for a deep kiss
  • Vowed to be the best father to his children
  • Finds the best ob-gyne to take care of your needs 

707 / Saeyoung

  • Rushed you to the E.R. one day when you couldn’t stop retching.
  • He thought you were food poisoned
  • MC I told you to stop eating my chips when are you going to listen
  • But it turns out you were pregnant.
  • Can you imagine how excited this bean is
  • Reads books like “what to expect when you’re expecting”, and “Dude, you’re gonna be a dad!”
  • Oh, and did I mention that he had you attend a birthing class too?
  • Buys every imaginable baby item he finds
  • Saeyoung we aren’t putting up a store, stahp
  • Was sulking when you strongly refused to take him along for your ultrasound
  • Is confused when you hand him a box instead of an envelope when you return.
  • Opens it to find…peanuts?
  • Notices how all the peanut pods come in twos
  • Takes out all the peanuts from the box and finds an ultrasound photo at the bottom
  • His eyes bug out as he looks at it and reads the note
  • “TWINS???”
  • He couldn’t be even happier than he was at that moment.
  • His wish was finally coming true — he was going to have a family, and he sure as hell would do his damn best to make it a happy one.

Saeran

  • Freaked out when he found a small, plastic baby in his cake pop one day
  • “MC, are you trying to make me choke? Why is this on the cake?” he demands, storming into the room
  • Finds you in the middle of setting up a crib with Saeyoung
  • “What… what’s all this? MC? Saeyoung?” he says in a panicky voice
  • uh-oh
  • You decide to use caution, and approach him carefully.
  • “Saeran, I think it would be best if we talk first, okay? Would you like to take a seat?” you suggest in a calm, soothing voice
  • He takes a seat, but you and Saeyoung both notice how his breathing has started to become shallow and rapid, signalling the start of a panic attack
  • You both take a seat on either side of him
  • Saeyoung instructs his brother to take deep breaths while you hold onto one of his hands to show your support
  • “Saeran, breathe, okay? And hold for 1…2…3… yes, yes, you’re doing fine….”
  • Saeyoung leaves the two of you when Saeran had finally calmed down, letting you discuss it with his brother privately.
  • “Why…. why didn’t you just tell me?” he asks, his expression pained.
  • “I….I don’t think I’m ready for this, MC. I might be okay now, but what about tomorrow? Or the day after that? You know my childhood was one of the worst, right? And then there was my stay with Rika and Mint Eye… I need more time to think about this.”
  • Your heart breaks a little at his admission, and more so when he leaves the room, not wanting you to follow him.
  • You tell his brother about what happened, and he tries for optimistic and advises you to observe first, that maybe Saeran was still warming to the idea
  • However, he avoids you for the days that followed; the air around the two of you especially awkward when you’re in the same room
  • Finally fed up with seeing you both suffer, Saeyoung declares that he was going for a drive with Saeran, and yanks him forcefully to the garage
  • During their absence, you think about just giving up the baby if he were still against it after the talk with his brother even if you knew that it would hurt you the most
  • He returns alone after an hour, plopping beside you on the couch. “So… MC…” he starts
  • “Saeran, I think… maybe I’ll give up on the baby if you’re really uncomfortable with it,” you say in one breath, trying to keep the tears at bay
  • “What? MC, no, I….” he sees the tears finally flowing uncontrollably from your eyes, and he embraces you. 
  • “We’re keeping the baby, MC. I’m still not sure if I could be a good parent, but after my talk with hyung, I… “ he releases you and wipes a stray tear from your cheek. ”I decided to give it a try, if you’re willing to work together with me and my issues.” 

V / Jihyun

  • “MC, I don’t understand why we have to hire a photographer. I AM a photographer, you know”
  • You found out that you were pregnant for 12 weeks, and you wanted to catch his expression when you finally told him about it.
  • So you convinced him that you needed to hire a photographer for a special set of photos
  • He wasn’t new to these quirks of yours, you wanting to capture moments where you’re together, and him giving in even if he only wanted to take pictures of you.
  • He arranges for Rui, his friend, to do the photoset.
  • You insisted on making the other preparations, and you all drive to a spot with a nice lake view
  • You gave him an A3-sized white bristol board and a black marker
  • “Write something that you love about me, V. But just one. And you have to do it facing the other way, so I can write mine.”
  • “Just one? But MC….” he stops when you give him “the look” and accepts the materials without a word.
  • With Rui taking pictures of the whole affair, you write “You’re going to be a Dad!” in big, block letters.
  • You both turn at the count of three to show what each had written, 
  • V drops his card when he reads yours
  • His expression is a mix of surprise and joy, and… something else.
  • You immediately understand where his thoughts were going, and threw the card to approach him.
  • He wasn’t crying, but you run soothing circles around his back anyway.
  • “I’m sorry, MC, I just remembered…” he said brokenly, trying to rein in his feelings.
  • This causes him to sit down on the ground, the announcement and his thoughts suddenly weighing down on him.
  • You kneel in front of him and take his face in both of your hands. “I know, V. I can’t and won’t stop you from loving her, but remember that the baby and I will still love you no matter what happens.” 
  • He looks up at you, the pain and unshed tears showing in his eyes. 
  • “Thank you, MC” he says, and leans into your touch.
  • Needless to say, V kept that emotional photoset close to his heart.
pet shop girl

Harry is lonely and meets a girl at a pet shop 

 I slowly pulled in and parked in the spot directly right in front of the shop. I turn off the ignition and pull the keys out of the socket and stuff them in my pocket. I reach for the door handle and pull it down to step out of the car. I stroll up and step on the side walk, reaching and ripping the door handle open. I hear the loud chimes as I opened the door all the way. I see an older woman feeding a few of the puppies some kibble, when she notices my presence she lifts her head up and look over towards my way.

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Summer Secrets (Part 3)

I’m so sorry this is so late! Hope you all enjoy it!

Part 1: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157114871223/summer-secrets

Part 2: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157174526553/summer-secrets-part-2

Part 4: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/158317245213/summer-secrets-part-4

Part 5: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/158334216753/summer-secrets-part-5

Masterlist: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157919516668/masterlist

Summary: Archie confronts Jughead about what happened between you two. Jughead initially denies anything happening, before finally telling Archie why you two broke up.

After Jughead had walked out of the dance, you couldn’t help but lose it. Tears streamed down your face as Archie pulled you closer to him. “It’s okay, [Y/N].” He said, but he couldn’t help but wonder what you and Jughead were arguing about. He’d never seen you two talk to each other. He decided that he was going to find out.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked after a few minutes. You nodded slowly, pulling away and wiping the tears off your face. You couldn’t let Jughead get to you like that. This year was about being a better you and no boy was going to ruin that for you.

“I don’t want to go back in there looking like this.” You joked quietly, hoping to lighten the mood.

“You still look beautiful.” Archie smiled down at you. You laughed, then stopped, remembering what Jughead had said. Archie was a good guy, which made Jughead’s words cut that much deeper.

Archie walked you home in a content silence and you thanked him when he dropped you off at your house. “Goodnight, [Y/N].”

“Goodnight, Archie.” You made your way inside and to your room to change into your pajamas and go to bed.

As soon as you were inside, Archie turned and made his way to the place he knew Jughead would be. Pop’s.

As soon as Archie entered the old diner, his eyes fell on Jughead. He was the only person in the building besides Pop himself. Jughead was facing the opposite direction, typing away on his laptop. As Archie approached him, he could see Jughead closing a document with your name on it.

FLASHBACK

It was a few days after you had met Jughead. The two of you had decided to hang out by the lake for a picnic. Of course, Jughead had brought his laptop to work on his writing. After you finished your sandwich, you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was writing.

“What are you writing, JJ?” you ask.

“Just working on a story…” he readjusts so his laptop faces away from you.

“Why are you moving it away from me?” you teased, scooting closer to him to try to see his screen.

“Because it’s not done yet.” He laughed, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

“At least tell me if it’s fiction or nonfiction.”

He glanced at you then back at the screen, before stating flatly, “Nonfiction.”

“Is it about me? Is that why you won’t show it to me?” You hit him playfully. He glances down at you again, with a slight smirk on his face. “Oh my god, it is! Jughead, you have to let me read it if it’s about me!” You lunge at him, trying to grab his laptop so you can read what he said about you. He turns away from you, laughing.

"No, you can’t read it until it’s done.”

"Whatever Jughead, you suck. Why can’t I ever read anything you’ve written?” You asked half teasing half serious.

"When it’s done.” He promised.

The rest of the afternoon went by peacefully, with you staring at the water and enjoying his presence while Jughead tapped away on his laptop. You saw him glance at you every once in a while and you knew he was writing about you. But what was he saying about you?

PRESENT DAY

"What are you working on?” Archie asked as he slid into the opposite side of the booth.

Jughead jumped slightly. “God, Archie. You scared the hell out of me.” He quickly returned to his typing, without even looking up at Archie.

A few moments went by before Archie spoke up again. “Are you gonna tell me what you were writing about [Y/N]?” Archie asked, his tone rigid. He knew that Jughead had avoided the question.

Jughead’s eyes snapped up from his laptop to meet Archie’s. “What are you talking about?” He asked flatly, before returning his gaze to the computer.

“Jughead.” Archie was growing impatient.

“Archie.” Jughead said apathetically, still tapping away on his keyboard.

Archie reached across the table and slammed the top of Jughead’s laptop down. Jughead had to move his fingers away quickly so they weren’t crushed.

“What do you want Archie?” Jughead was angry.

“I want to know what happened between you and [Y/N].”

“Nothing happened between us.” Jughead sighed. “Just let it go, Archie.” He opened his laptop.

“You know you made her cry at the dance?”
Jughead’s face softened, and he looked back at Archie. He never meant to make you cry. Archie continued, “I had to take her home early. She missed half of the dance because of you.”

“Because of me?” He laughed bitterly. “It was because of herself.”

Archie gave him a puzzled look.

Jughead sighed. He might as well come clean.

“She agreed to go to the dance with you to make me jealous.” Archie opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it when he saw Jughead was continuing. He wasn’t super into you, but hearing you’ve been used is never pleasant.

“We started hanging out this summer when she moved back to town. She told me the reason she followed us around when we were younger was because she had a crush on me.” Archie raised his eyebrows. Everyone had thought you liked Archie. “One thing led to another and… we were kinda together.” Jughead stared out the window. He was starting to get lost in his own story.

“She didn’t want anyone else to know she was back in town because she wanted to revamp herself and make a grand entrance on the first day of school.” Jughead smiled. “She sure does like to be dramatic.” His gaze turned back to Archie and the smile fell from his lips.

“Anyways, we hung out together most of the summer, then a week before school started…”

FLASHBACK

You and Jughead were hanging out at your spot. It was a secluded area on the lake’s shore. The two of you would come out here pretty often at all times of the day to talk, relax, and just enjoy each other’s company. And, honestly, there were a few make out sessions.

But today you were talking about the upcoming year at school. “I think I’m going to take art for my last elective.” You said thoughtlessly as you stared out at the water. You would miss spending almost every day with Jughead. Of course you’d still see him, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Why don’t you take creative writing with me?” He asked, moving closer to you, so his right leg was touching your left leg.

You turned to him and smiled, placing your arm on his shoulder. “I’m a terrible writer, JJ. That would be bad for everyone involved.” He chuckled.

After a few minutes of thought, you spoke up, “I think I’m going to try out for the cheer squad.”

Jughead pushed himself away from you, so he could look you fully in the face. He had a worried look on his face. “Why?”

“I need to make friends here. What better way to meet other girls than to be part of a team?”

“Then try out for a sport.” His voice sounded stern and unamused. “Don’t join that squad of bitches.”

You frowned at him. “You can’t assume that they’re all bitches just because they’re cheerleaders.”

“Trust me, [Y/N], I can. All of the River Vixens are awful.” He didn’t want you to join that squad. All of those girls hated him, especially Cheryl. They thought he was weird and creepy, and he couldn’t risk them turning you against him.

“Why are you making such a big deal about this? I just want to make friends.” Why was Jughead being so protective of you? You couldn’t remain friendless forever and although he was important to you, Jughead couldn’t be the only person in your life.

“Because those aren’t the type of people you want to be friends with.” He said flatly, turning away from you, as if he wanted the conversation to be done.

“And who are you to decide who I want to be friends with?” You were getting angry. You stood up, not wanting to sit so close to him anymore.

He stood up and began packing up the towel you had been sitting on. “Fine, [Y/N], do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me when those girls eat you alive.”

“So you don’t think I can handle making my own friends?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“That’s not what I said-”

“That’s what you implied. You should support me no matter what choices I make.” You said, turning away.

“If you want your boyfriend to sit back and let you make bad decisions, then maybe I shouldn’t be your boyfriend.” You could feel your heart breaking in half at what he was saying. The first time he had ever referred to himself as your boyfriend and he was saying you should break up.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” You said harshly, without turning to look at him. You didn’t want him to see the pain in your face.

He didn’t mean what he said, but your response hurt him. He walked towards you, putting his hand on your shoulder. “[Y/N]…” You yanked your shoulder away from his reach.

It was too late, he had hurt you too badly. You turned towards him and saw the pain in his eyes. “Goodbye, Jughead.” You said before turning around and leaving.

“Cheater Cheater”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a feeling you’re cheating on him with Sam. After a lot of brooding and thought, he decides to confront the two of you.

soundtrack:
“¿Dónde estás, Yolanda?”

A/N: I can’t do angst to save my life, so this story takes on a very different direction than originally intended. -j xx

“I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on me.”

Bucky grimaces, hating how those words taste on his tongue. He refuses to look at Steve, because he knows the gnawing feeling in his stomach will get only worse once he looks at his friend’s shocked eyes. “Whenever I ask her how her day was or what she did, she clams up and gives me some weird answer or excuse,” he continues.”

Steve rubs his jaw. "Buck, that’s not enough to assume that (Y/N)’s cheating on you,” he hesitantly states.

Bucky fishes his phone out of his leather jacket and pushes it towards Steve. "This is overbearing of me, but I asked Nat to do a little recon,” he sighs. “Whenever I look at these photos, a little voice in my head nags ‘Cheater cheater!’”

Steve uneasily scrolls through the different high-quality photos of you secretively walking out of a suite at the Avengers Tower. “Whose room is she leaving?“ he asks.

"Sam’s. It’s been going for about two weeks now.”

Steve practically spits out his coffee. “WHAT? Sam?”

Bucky feels drained as he takes his phone back. “Nat said that after (Y/N) leaves, Sam’s whistling around the tower. And you know Sam only whistles after one thing.”

Oh, every Avenger in the tower knew what the whistling meant. It was Sam Wilson’s telltale sign that he got lucky with a woman.

Steve shakes his head in disbelief. “(Y/N) and Sam? I mean, you and Sam… but… what?”

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anonymous asked:

could you do 52 "i don't think he loves me anymore" with some angst? + andreil

Dan gets home late from her coaching gig on Tuesday night, and they eat thai takeaway over styrofoam containers and cheap wine.

The TV’s the only light in the room, and it’s almost like the flicker of a fireplace, if they don’t look at it directly. Dan’s laughing and smooching stray noodle off of Matt’s cheek when there’s a knock on the door.

They make faces at each other. “It’s 10 pm,” Dan says. “This had better be life or death.”

Matt groans. “Don’t tempt fate.” He struggles out of the couch and passes his ginger beef off to Dan. “5 bucks says it’s Allison back from Guadala-whatever. Timezones mean nothing to her.”

“Bet denied. You know gambling isn’t the same when we have a joint bank account,” Dan complains and Matt laughs, dodging their side table and heading for the front door. He busily cracks open all of their locks and rattles the door until it unsticks.

“Hey!” he says, surprised. Neil’s scuffing their doormat with the toe of his shoe, dressed in old PSU colours. “A house call from Neil Josten, what an honour,” he jokes. Half-jokes. A visit from Neil is a confession that he missed you enough to actually do something about it.

Neil looks up at him blankly, and something is so obviously wrong that it shakes Matt. He takes silent note of the bag slung over his shoulder, the mottled redness of his eyes and face.

“Allison?” Dan calls, and Matt shakes his head without thinking.

“Neil,” he replies softly.

“Get out of town,” Dan says, voice getting louder as she floats towards them. She appears at Matt’s shoulder and grins. “Well if it isn’t our favourite competition.”

Neil usually says something obnoxious about Matt’s team not even counting as competition, but this time his mouth stays thin and snapped shut. Matt and Dan exchange a loaded glance.

“I need to ask you a favour,” Neil says finally.

“Anything,” Matt says.

“I need to stay somewhere,” Neil says, and Matt watches him gather himself like he’s finding his balance on a slick of ice.

“Where’s Andrew,” Dan says slowly. Neil looks at her, and then at Matt. He hasn’t seemed quite this small since he first showed up at the foxhole court with all his lies clenched between his teeth.

“I can find somewhere else,” Neil says, already turning to go. Matt catches him by the strap of his duffel.

“Oh no you don’t. We’ve got a couch with your name on it.”

“If Matt hasn’t destroyed it with peanut sauce,” Dan chirps. Neil looks back and forth between them again, his face in knots. Matt bodily pulls him over the threshold.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to. We get how it is.” He looks over at Dan and she’s already nodding.

“Thanks,” Neil says, and he drops his bag heavily just inside the door. He eyes the TV. “What were you watching?”

“Not exy,” Dan replies. “You might have heard of it.” She flops back onto her side of the couch and tucks her feet under herself. Matt settles down opposite and watches Neil perch on the armchair like it’s made of something sharp.

“We can change it?”

Neil shakes his head, and his eyes drop. Matt feels metaphorical eggshells crunching under his heels. It’s never been this uneasy with Neil, even when they first met.

Neil picks at his armbands until he seems to realize what he’s doing, and he reaches under the sleeves of his hoodie to peel them off altogether. Dan shoots Matt a frantic look.

“Not to pry,” Dan starts, “but do you need us to call anyone?”

He looks up. “Like who?”

“Like…” she looks at Matt. “Your coach? Nicky, maybe? Kevin?”

“How would they help me?” Neil says flatly.

“Man, your Andrew impression is killer,” Matt grits, nerves pricking with frustration. Neil’s expression goes tight, distorted like canvas stretched to fit an oversized frame.

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anonymous asked:

NESHI. WHAT MEMES WOULD BE THE BOYS' FAVORITES??

O SHI T WADDUP 

noctis: this is fine

  • let’s be real his whole life is just this meme in a nutshell
  • he’s been known to mutter “this is fine” at inopportune moments and while sleeping???
  • once they were in the middle of a battle ignis asked if he was okay and all his got in response was “this is fin e
  • noctis is suffering
  • “oh my gods - noct, are you okay? did you get stabbed?
  • “this is fine.”
  • it’s not fine 
  • he passes out 0.2 seconds later

ignis: bone app the teeth

  • prompto showed this to him one day and let me tell you the poor child has never regretted something more
  • their meals have turned into a time of memes and horror 
  • noctis is too tired to wake up to food shoved in his face and ignis being a cheeky bastard, give the poor boy a break
  • “hey noct. wake up.”
  • “ignis n o”
  • two seconds later there is food being placed next to him and noctis groans because he knows what’s about to befall him
  • “bone app the teeth.
  • “ignis n o”

prompto:here come dat boi!

  • there is not a single day where prom doesn’t announce his presence by yelling “HERE COME DAT BOI !!”
  • not o n e 
  • he’s convinced there’s no issue with it because the frog is cute and he’s cute so it makes sense 
  • it???? doesn’t make sense 
  • at one point he actually terrifies noct by just suddenly clinging to him in the middle of the night and just whispering “oh shit waddup
  • noctis has never been awake so fast in his l i f e
  • after a minute of staring straight ahead in terror he realizes prompto has been asleep the whole time 
  • noctis has never forgotten about the sleep memeing and is still nervous about falling asleep next to prompto

gladio: i’ve come up with a new recipeh

  • gladio is a little shit
  • every time they eat gladio gets this terrifying mischievous grin on his face and noctis just freezes in horror because he may meme often but everyone at this stupid place memes more than he does and he k n o w s what that grin means
  • it happens e v e r y  t i m e and e v e r y  t i m e prompto falls for it
  • “that’s it!” 
  • “prom no-”
  • “that’s what, gladio?”
  • i’ve come up with a new recipeh!”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog! Can I make a request? MC's child comes home after being bullied in school and tried to hide it! How do the RFA(Saeran+V) think or do after finding out their child is being bullied?

( `ε´ ) I’ve def had to be mc in a few of these situations for my lil bro.


Zen

- It took a while before the two of you noticed. Your daughter always came home from school smiling and hugging the both of you.

- It was a normal habit that you would help her with her homework, but tonight as you helped her look for it, tears sprang in her eyes.

- “Aw, honey, did you accidentally leave it at school? It’s okay, accidents happen. We can try and email your teacher, okay?”

- When she kept crying, that’s when you got worried and started asking her what was wrong.

- After a few attempts at calming herself, she messily blubbered out that the kids at school had thrown her homework away again.

- Again?? What??

- You start cuddling her in your lap, rubbing her back as she sobs. “What do you mean? Honey, are the other kids bothering you?”

- She explains how they bully her- Throwing away her homework and calling her names. They won’t even play with her at recess anymore. And apparently it’s due to her white hair and eyes.

- When Zen comes home to find both of his girls looking upset while cuddling on the couch, he’s instantly ready to Fight.

- After calming your daughter down, the two of you let her play in her room while the two of you talk. You explaining everything to Zen.

- He Is Pissed. He wants to give a piece of his mind to the parents and their kids while you want a more peaceful approach.

- It’s not that you’re not mad, you’re fucking pissed too, but you need to be levelheaded about this if you want something done.

- So on a day you know Zen is busy, you set up a meeting with her teacher to discuss what is happening. You manage to resolve the situation, saying that if it keeps up you will be talking to the principal, but otherwise it should be taken care of.

- Later that day the two of you take your daughter out for a nice outing to take her mind off of things, constantly telling her how much the two of you love her.

Jumin

- The two of you noticed your son was a bit more irritable than usual. Nowadays he just instantly went to his room after school, only coming out for dinner.

- Jumin was worried instantly. More than you because you just thought it was part of him growing up.

- Jumin ended up going and trying to talk to him but….Unfortunately, your son was a big momma’s boy… He hardly would talk to Jumin.

- After Jumin getting a bit annoyed, you kissed him on the cheek and took a try at getting your son to talk.

- You popped in and tried making a silly face, which made him try to keep acting stern and hide his giggle.

- You sat on his bed and ruffled his hair, asking him why he was so angry lately.

- “The other kids keep laughing at me because my math scores are low… That I won’t  be able to be as smart as dad when I grow up…”

- Is this how rich kids made fun of eachother? You asked him how smart he thought your were.

- “Super smart! You always know what to do.”

- Pfft. You laughed a bit and explained that when you were younger, your math scores were terrible. You even had gotten a failing grade in one class before.

- His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “What??”

- It was easy sailing from there. You managed to cheer him up pretty quickly, and soon he was fussing about how the other kids had no idea what they were talking about.

- (Yeah…He was Jumin’s son alright…)

- After the talk ended, you left to explain what happened to Jumin. He instantly wanted to take this up with the school board (Jumin calm, jeez), but you talked him out of that quickly.

- It wasn’t any hardcore bullying, and soon your son started perking up after school.

Jaehee

- Sometimes when your son came home, he’d be a bit teary-eyed. Just once in a while, and he usually said he was just sleepy and needed a nap.

- When it started happening nearly every day, you felt something was wrong. 

- Everything was confirmed when you decide to meet him where his bus lets him off, and you hear the other kids jeering at him.

- As soon as the two of you get inside, you give him a big hug and call Jaehee over.

- “Sweetie, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

- He ends up breaking down and talking about how the other kids make fun of him on the bus. They’re all older and tease him constantly push him around.

- Jaehee instantly wants to talk to the school and figure out why in the world this is allowed, but you end up taking matters into your own hands.

- The next day you wait for your son to get off the bus, and before the bus doors can close you call out to the bus driver.

- After a stern lecture and a few curses when you weren’t taken seriously, you finally got the situation settled when you threatened to bring it up with the school board and possibly get the driver fired.

- (Jaehee is v impressed)

- Afterwards, Jaehee makes him a frappe while all of you go out and buy him a few new toys.


Yoosung

- Your daughter grew up in a very….geeky home.

- She was introduced to games and the like very early on, and wore a lot of clothing related to the stuff.

- She normally didn’t have a problem about it, but one day she ended up coming home from school, trying to stop herself from crying.

- The two of you were on her in an instant, gently asking what had happened.

- “Mommy, why couldn’t I be like the other girls??”

-….?? What??

- Apparently, the kids in her class were making fun of her for not wearing make-up or dressing all girly like the girls in her class

- (She’s…Too young for make-up!)

- You’re upset, but surprisingly Yoosung is very calm about the situation.

- He ends up getting on his knees and holding your daughter’s shoulders.

- He asks her about certain female characters in games, the ones that saved the day and was the heroines of the games she had played.

- “Do you think they cared what others thought of them?”

- “N-No…”

- “That’s right. Even when others made fun of them, told them they couldn’t save the galaxy, they didn’t care! They kept their head up and kept on going!”

-Oh my god. 

- But…It was helping. Your daughter slowly stopped crying, and then she stomped her foot down.

- “I’m going to be just like Shepard!!” She shouted, balling her fists up and looking stern. “Fuck those guys!”

- Omg, no, sweetie. 

- Now it was your turn for a talk on how she wasn’t ready to say words like that (Gdi Yoosung)

- Regardless, in the end, Yoosung’s little pep talk ended up helping her ignore the kids teasing her.

Seven

- Any child of Seven’s was bound to grow up just as quirky as he was.

- Your daughter loved computers and robots, and mainly boy related things, but she was funny as well.

- Just not funny like the kids her age was used too. Mainly..’Seven’ funny…

- She usually got along with others well. She was able to make them laugh, and she had a few friends.

- But one day over dinner, she opened up about a boy calling her weird and ugly.

- The two of you instantly stopped eating, ready to shower her with compliments and assurances that she wasn’t any of that.

-…But apparently she didn’t need that. “It’s okay, I just kicked him in the shin and he shut up.”

- Oh my god. Seven busted out laughing, but you ended up telling her not to kick anyone again if she could help it.

- Soon, she began opening up about the ways the kids tried bullying her.

- “He called me weird, so I turned around and called him illiterate. He looked really confused, so I was all ‘Sorry, i thought we were stating the obvious.’”

- Seven laughed every time, and the two of you were proud she wasn’t letting the other kids bother her too much. She was going to grow up very strong-willed.

V

- The two of you thought everything was fine until your son had a huge attitude one night. He even started yelling at V! Something he never did!

- “Everyone was right! You’re just as dumb as you look!!” And bam, he ran to his room in a fit of tears.

- Both you and V were very confused. (V even asked if he was wearing his shirt wrong or something.)

- Slowly, you entered your son’s room, calmly asking if you could talk to him.

- After him hugging a pillow to death, he finally said all the kids were making fun of him for his dad being blind.

- (Why are kids so mean??)

- “Why can’t he go get his eyes fixed already? Does he just not want to see me?”

- Aw baby… You hugged him close and just told him how V couldn’t really have his eyes fixed like that. And he could see, just a bit, but it was harder on him now that time had passed.

- He ended up crying for a while from stress, from the kids bullying him, from his dad not being able to see well.

- After a while when he calmed down, you let him sleep as you went and explained everything to V.

- He felt a bit guilty that his son felt that way, but you were quick to explain it was just due to all the stress of the bullying.

- The next day, after school, all three of you sat and had a big family talk. Mainly V talking, but you all sorted out any misconceptions. The talk ended up making your son hug onto V and cry and apologize, but at least a few things were settled.

- The rest of the talk was giving advice to your son. To tell the teachers when this happened, to tell the principal or you two if it got worse, a few tips on how to handle it.

- During the weekend, V ended up making a call to ‘Uncle Jumin’ and being able to spoil your son for the weekend to cheer him up.

Saeran

- Every time your daughter had to go to school, be picked up early, dropped off late, you were the one who always took her.

- You never really thought anything of it, but one day she asked why her dad never did so.

- Honestly…You just never asked him, you were fine doing it yourself, and he didn’t mind either.

- “The other kids don’t think I have a dad…”

- (Kid logic…)

- You ended up laughing, but when you noticed she looked sad about it, you quickly stopped.

- “Does dad not like seeing me?”

- Aw, baby. The kids had her thinking her dad didn’t like her.

- After reassuring her that her dad was just a bit shy, you sent her to bed and talked to Saeran about it.

- He just said the two of you would start taking turns.

- So the next day, you let Saeran pick her up from school while you went out grocery shopping.

- You weren’t expecting a phone call, but you answered it as you shopped.

- “Yeah, uh… I don’t think they kids are going to say anything anymore.”

- ???

- Apparently, the kids saw him and instantly clammed up. Your daughter even ended up sticking her tongue out at them after she hugged her dad. 

- Oh my god. The two of you laughed about it.

- “So, are you guys home?”

- “Oh, no. I stopped by the ice cream parlor-”

- “What? No! Saeran! Dinner!! Don’t ruin her appetite!”

- “….Can we push dinner an hour?”

- “God damnit.”

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‘  Rory: Okay Doctor, we need to sort this out. It is becoming really irritating for me and Amy to watch you and Y/N.

  Amy: Yeah tell him Rory.

  Doctor. What do you mean me and Y/N?

   Rory: I mean you two are practically like a couple! Only difference is you are not! Lets try this: What do you think when you see Y/N?

   Doctor: I imagine mostly kissing.

   Rory: *shaking his head* See that’s what I am talking about! She gave the same response. You just need to ask her out. Like a normal human being.

   Y/N: *popping her head into the room* Normal human being? What a boring subject. What are you guys are talking about anyway?

   Amy: Go and get her tiger.             ‘

anonymous asked:

malec isnt getting the make out/bed scene is because matt and harry are both straight men who prob feel uncomfortable so stop pushing it

okay anon but harry and matt are both actors???? acting is their job, meaning that they play people who AREN’T themselves, and in this case they play magnus and alec, a bisexual and a gay man who are in a relationship. their job is to do what’s in the script and what the director tells them and it’s not because they are uncomfortable or anything. they don’t get a say on what goes into the script nor what stays out. that’s the writers that’s all on them. malec not having a bed/make out scene is not their faults because they have no control over that. also like have you seen those two talk about malec????? they love portraying this relationship????? and okay they may not be into men and are in relationships with women but let me just take dom for example: jace isn’t in any relationships (that we have seen) with men on the show but he has had countless make outs with women, sometimes groping them or while they are half naked. don’t you think that would make him “uncomfortable” since he has a gf???? no!!!! he’s an actor!!!! but because two MALE actors are portraying a relationship on tv then I guess they’re uncomfortable with portraying intimate scenes :/// so please don’t blame the lack of intimate scenes on matt and harry and stop assuming that they’re uncomfortable just because they’re men.