omg what i did just write

anonymous asked:

Omg that brother kacchan scenario was so cute! What if the guys did get a crush on his sister? How would that end between them and bakugou?

First of all, thank you so, so much! I kept giggling to myself the whole time I was writing it because I can just picture Bakugou getting made fun of in crazy quantities by the whole class. The difference in his personality was so much!

Okay, now for the real stuff.

Honestly, don’t even get me started on what would happen between Bakugou and the guys if they got a crush on his sister. In general, I think he would be aggressively angry and just want to beat the shit out of them, but I think it would change slightly depending on the person. Therefore, I’m gonna do some of the guys in class 1-A individually!

Original request that anon mentions can be found here

Midoriya Izuku

  • Honestly, he probably wouldn’t ever get a crush on her just because he’s known her forever and she just feels like a little sister to him
  • But if in some off-chance Izuku does start to like her and Bakugou found out… I think he might finally follow through on his exclamations about killing him.

Todoroki Shouto

  • He’s not used to these kinds of feelings, so it takes him about 2 years to finally notice that he likes her. At that point Bakugou’s sister has joined them at U.A. (let’s be honest, any sibling of Bakugou’s is gonna be just as powerful as him) and they’re spending a lot of time together
  • That little crush that Bakugou’s sister has on Todoroki definitely does not go away and Bakugou begins to notice. He goes and yells at Todoroki, telling him to stay away from her
  • Todoroki says he has feelings for his sister and Bakugou nearly blows up his desk. Probably ends in a fight later that day.

Kirishima EIjirou

  • Definitely the most likely to be accepted by Bakugou, however it takes a lot of time.
  • Bakugou’s sister comes to visit Bakugou a few times and Kirishima flirts with her just to mess with Bakugou. She starts to get flustered, but after a few times gets used to it. Bakugou always curses Kirishima out afterwards
  • Kiri lets it slip one time that he likes Bakugou’s sister. Bakugou gave him a bloody nose. He told his sister not to come near the school afterwards, which she quickly ignored.

Kaminari Denki

  • This boy is way too dumb for her by both Bakugou and his sister’s standards. Sorry baby.
  • He probably gets a puppy-love crush on her, just because she’s so cute and outspoken, but Bakugou doesn’t even notice because he doesn’t view Kaminari as enough of a threat
  • Goes for the not-so-subtle flirting which usually results in some laughs from Bakugou’s sister even when he was trying to be serious. Oh well.

Iida Tenya

  • He suppresses his crush a lot, thinking it is inappropriate, as she is younger than him, but easily gets flustered whenever she is around
  • As for Bakugou’s reaction? He probably barely notices this extra. Iida is just a little too far outside his field of view to be worried about in any way, shape, or form
  • Which probably makes him one of the most likely candidates to start dating Bakugou’s sister when she gets into U.A. without Bakugou’s realization. That, is, if she started to like him.
  • Bakugou would find out about the relationship from her and would be shut down before he could get angry.
  • Wouldn’t stop him from going into Rage Mode™ whenever she’s not around though

As for why Bakugou is only nice to his sister and not everyone else, I would say it’s probably because he sees her as kind of an extension of himself. He thinks she’s awesome and could conquer the world (I mean, not as easily as he could, obviously, but still). But, he also has this need to protect her because he’s known her since she was a baby and she was just so. Damn. Small. Obviously something that tiny needs him. And the last reason is that he repeatedly got yelled at by Mama Bakugou to not make noise around the sleeping baby one too many times, so he just got used to being quiet. Mama Bakugou is really the only person who can shut him up. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Beg For It

Lafayette jumped at the knock on the door. It was three in the morning for fuck’s sake. 

Lafayette opened the door, surprised to see Hercules. The two had been tiptoeing around each other ever since Lafayette found out and they fought. Lafayette had the mercy not to kick him out of his own apartment, but Hercules had been spending most of the day out and then would come home and sleep in the living room with John and Alex. Alex was angry with Hercules as well, fully taking Lafayette’s side. John was neutral, angry at Hercules as well, but his loyalty to his friend kept him merciful.

“What do you want?” Lafayette asked, swallowing what was either anger, tears, or both. 

Hercules didn’t answer at first. “I wanted to talk.”

Lafayette sighed, “Hercules, I don’t have the energy to fight with you right now.”

“I don’t want to fight.” Hercules reasoned, “I’m tired of us avoiding each other and the situation. Just hear me out, please. Can I please come in?”

“Sure,” Lafayette relented, opening the door wider for Hercules.

Lafayette sat on his bed, not offering for Hercules to do the same. He didn’t.

 Hercules expected Lafayette to say something. He waited for Lafayette to say something. He didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” Hercules began. “I’ll start with that. I know saying sorry doesn’t help. At all. But I do want you to know I regret it.”

“Why did you do it?” Lafayette hissed. “Am I not enough for you? Was she able to give you something I couldn’t provide?” Despite Lafayette promising himself he wouldn’t cry, he was already starting to. Lafayette was always emotional, he hated how vulnerable it made him.

Hercules shook his head. “I honestly don’t know why I did what I did. You’re more than enough for me Lafayette, you always have been. I never understood what I did to deserve you, I obviously don’t.” He laughed bitterly, “I could blame it on alcohol, on her, on any number of things. But in the end, it was only me, making a stupid decision.”

“Then why are you here? Why did you want to talk to me?” Lafayette asked, his voice wavering.

“I want to know what you want. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Not now, not ever. But I can’t handle this. Us avoiding each other, ignoring each other. I can’t handle the silence and I can’t handle the uncertainty. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll leave, I’ll never speak to you again if that’s what you want. Just tell me what you want.” Hercules pleaded.

Lafayette hesitated. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want Hercules gone? He was angry, yes, but when he imagined a life without Hercules…

He stood, meeting Hercules’ eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.” Lafayette caught the exact moment as Hercules’ eyes flashed with hope but quickly died out right after. “I want to forgive you, I really do. I’m just not sure how.”

Hercules nodded, “I know what I did was horrible. But I would do anything to get you to forgive me.” Lafayette said nothing. “What do I have to do? Beg for it?” Hercules asked, sarcasm lightly dancing in his words. Lafayette almost said yes, he almost wanted to see Hercules beg for Lafayette’s forgiveness and love, but Lafayette wasn’t that cruel. Besides, it would have been a miracle to see Hercules, the stubborn, hot-headed giant Lafayette had grown to love, on his knees and begging.

Lafayette’s eyes widened when Hercules did just that.

Hercules got onto his knees, taking Lafayette’s hands in his. Lafayette didn’t pull away, too shocked by what he was seeing. Begging during sex was one thing, this was something entirely different. Hercules was surrendering his dignity to Lafayette. His pride. Hercules wouldn’t do this for anyone else.

“I’m sorry Lafayette, I really am. I love you, more than I love anyone else. You’re everything to me, Lafayette. I would do anything just to keep you in my life. You don’t have to forgive me now, you don’t ever have to forgive me. But you need to know that I do love you, and I never wanted to hurt you.” Hercules had a single tear running down his cheek, which shook Lafayette greater than anything else that happened since Hercules walked in.

Hercules never cried. Never. Lafayette had never seen him cry. “Hercules…” Lafayette trailed off. He didn’t know what else to do. He got on his own knees, hugging Hercules tightly.

“D-Do—” Hercules began.

“No,” Lafayette cut him off. “Not yet. I don’t forgive you yet. I need time.” Lafayette admitted. “But I can start.”

Hercules pulled back, smiling a little. Lafayette was smiling a little too. “That’s all I wanted.” Hercules sighed. “You know, I love you.”

Lafayette nodded. “I know.”

Written by Hamildabbing

STOP RIGHT THERE

can we just take a moment and think about what would’ve happened if Bryan Fuller wrote Sherlock.

This

man

is

a

gift

and 

needs

to

be

(look how fricking excited he is omg)

protected

at

all

costs

just let this man write season 5, he’ll fix everything

A: “I have a question. So like, when something is suspicious we say ‘Something smells fishy’. Why do we do that? Why is fish-smell suspicious? What did the fish do?”

B: “Go the fuck to sleep.”

just imagine solangelo’s first ‘i love you’, like, they are relaxing themselves on the grass & then nico says in italian 'ti amo’, will pretends to not understand so he asks nico what he said but he just translates in a different way telling him 'i said you’re beautiful’, then will smiles & before kisses him he whispers to his ear 'i love you too, di angelo’ what did I write omg bYE BYE

Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)
  • Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there?
  • Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is?
  • Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.
  • Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?
  • Dad: Hey are you awak? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.
  • Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.
  • Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.
  • Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.
  • Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.
  • Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.
  • Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book.
  • Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.
  • Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*
  • Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.
  • Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...
  • Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.
  • Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.
  • Dad: Fuck the government.
  • Dad: Fuck the school board.
  • Dad: Close the door.
  • Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.
  • Dad: I love puns.
  • Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.
  • Dad: Please shut up.
  • Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.
  • Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.
  • Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.
  • Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.
  • Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.
  • Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.
  • Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.
  • Dad: They act like I care what they think.
  • Dad: I hate homework.
  • Dad: I have decided to become a politician.
  • Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.
What I Read This Week

(22/4/17)

I probably the best reading week I’ve ever had, thanks to my incredibly wonderful friends who wrote fics for me for my birthday (they made a collection which you can find here! I am so, so thankful for them all 💙) as well as some other great updates!

Easy Now with My Heart by braveten, Teen, 12k (WIP)
“Fast, Yuuri. Pow pow.”
“Pow pow?”
He giggles—Victor Nikiforov, figure skating champion, Olympic athlete, Yuuri’s idol, who is currently sick and delusional, giggles—and puts his hand on Yuuri’s chest, pillowing his head there, too. “Pow pow,” he repeats as he feels his heartbeat. “Pow pow, pow pow. Fast, see?”
Oh. I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH <3

Batter Up! by Shadow_sensei, Teen, 2.9k
Victor and Yuuri are celebrating their birthdays together and decide to bake their own cakes, competing against each other to see which of their cakes will be the one to win over the party. Neither have baked a cake in years. SO cute!

Look How We’ve Grown by maydei, Teen, 7k
Victor’s been alive for thirty years, but every day with Yuuri brings new surprises. Life. Love. Fun. Family. Yuuri’s presence in his life has brought them all, and Victor wouldn’t trade it for the world. LOVE!

they say its your birthday by ebenroot, Teen, 3.6k
“Clowns are creepy. We’re not having a clown, Victor.”
“What if I dressed up as a clown?”
Yuuri is pensive for a moment, then he pushes his glasses further up his nose in a disapproving manner. “Then I’m afraid I won’t be able to have sex with you until that mental image of you in clown makeup is purged from my mind,” Yuuri says with a shrug. BABIES AND CAKE OMG 

Duckling by missmichellebelle, Teen, 3.6k
The ballet classes are, inevitably, Victor’s idea. THE MOMS IN THIS OMG I love the end, so adorable!

The Best Kind of Present by Reiya, Teen, 2.4k
Yuuri is having a crisis over what to get Viktor for his birthday. Thankfully, Viktor already has a pretty good idea of what he wants… This is SOO AMAZING!!!

(Only By You) My Heart Always Moves by lily_winterwood, Teen, 6k
This is their first birthday together, and he’s already screwing it up by not having a present for Yuuri. Yuuri, who had fought tooth and nail for them, who had traversed the seven seas to return to him, who had taken the words they had shared in the early months of their intimacy and turned them into something beautiful, something perfect. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G

To Loving Tension by whalefairyfandom12, Mature, 
“Hey, Yuuri?” / “Yes?” / “Did you know people write fanfiction about us?”
Yuuri froze, any traces of sleepiness vanishing with his previous tranquility. / “What?” / “Mm. Phichit sent me a link. It’s tagged with endurance, hair pulling, blowjobs, possessive behavior, and they are in love.,” Viktor mused. “It sounds realistic so far.” OMFG… just… you have to read this omg!

A Hitman’s Guide to Emergency Gift-Giving by exile_wrath, Not Rated, 1.9k
1) In case of emergencies and not know what to give your husband for his birthday in twenty-four hours, the decapitated head of one of his lifelong enemies always works. REALLY awesome one-shot!!

let me be your lover by Tianetti, Teen, 2.7k
A terrible case of the sniffles. I LOVE SICKFICS SO MUCH HECK

Laundry Day by cryingoverspilledvodka, lucycamui, Explicit, 7.3k
The Katsuki-Nikiforov household takes a morning off to do laundry. Living together, it’s not just the bed that needs breaking in. THIS IS SO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 2.5k
When Yakov gets bronchitis and can’t go with Yuri to Skate America, Victor fills in as a last minute backup coach. The problem? Skate America falls right before Yuuri’s birthday, and Victor won’t make it back in time to celebrate. Yuuri knows this, accepts it even, but he should know that nothing stands between Victor and what he wants. This is SO CUTE OMFG and Victor is so extra I love him <3

The Greatest Birthday of All by paxton1976, Mature, 3.2k
When Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a belated birthday celebration, their gifts change their future for the better. I LOVE this fic, thank you Pax!!

Frozenheart & Hiddenfire by Thehobbem, Not Rated, 9.7k
Being the youngest child in a family means you get to leave home and find Riches and Adventures your older siblings could only dream of - but Yuuri Katsuki wants nothing more than stay home and hide from Destiny. Which will be much harder to do once a certain ice wizard comes into town. SO good I love Victor in this!!

Perfect Collision, We Call it Art by LittleLostStar, Gen, 884 words
Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki: everyone underestimates him.
It’s not really their fault, and in his healthier moments he’s able to acknowledge that it isn’t his fault either; it’s just how anxiety warps the world around him, like a miniature black hole or the world’s shittiest invisibility cloak. It coats him in a shimmering mirage of shyness and insecurity, and more often than not it’s basically impossible to remove. It’s hard to shine your brightest when you’re dragging all of that around. So the masquerade is kind of a no-brainer. I can’t wait for more!

Accidental Crush by Ashida, Mature, 4k (WIP)
A university AU in which Yuuri’s phone is plagued with spam text messages and the one time he decides to text back results in the best thing ever. Omgomgomg 

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 63k (WIP)
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break.They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. That update… my heart! </3

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 13k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances.

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 20k (WIP)
the powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. WOW… that update!!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Waiting

Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with their life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.

I hate it when ppl make fun of idols who don’t speak English so well. As someone who is really insecure about speaking and writing in English I feel very upset when ppl make fun of idols.

It’s really not funny. You really can’t expect idols to be fluent in English. I’m totally fine with ppl who tell me that I wrote a word wrong or that I got the grammar wrong, but it’s something else if you say :“Omg I’m crying. Did you see what [idol’s name] wrote?? 😂😂” Maybe it’s just me, but when ppl did that to me I felt shitty. I mean you have to see it from my perspective. You put effort into writing something in a different language, check the grammar and look for the right words, but ppl can only focus on the fact that you wrote a word wrong. I can imagine idols to feel the same way. They take lessons, study after their busy schedule, but fans can only focus on that one word the idol pronounced wrong. It’s frustrating.

So, please, don’t make fun of idols who aren’t fluent in English. Even if you don’t mean to mock that idol, it’s really not funny.

Cursebreaker

Request: “Omg, I love your writing!! Anyways, if it is no problem, I was wondering if you could do a newt x reader Beauty and the Beast type thing? Idk I just thought it would be cool? It’s okay if you don’t want to or don’t have time to right it though!”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None

A/n: so it’s a little different from the plot of beauty and the beast lmao bc I didn’t want it to be the same thing but I still did the whole beast/curse/love stuff :)

Originally posted by viktorfrankensteins

“You want me to do what?” You spurted, almost spilling your tea.

“Just give him a little peck, he loves being kissed!” Queenie’s forced smile was a little much for you.

You eyed the sleeping gargoyle-like creature that snoozed on one of the Goldsteins’ couches. Its skin was covered in grey warts that oozed down its green tinted skin.

“You’re telling me you regularly kiss that thing?” Your expression said it all. The sisters shared a disappointed look, their faces downcast. “Why don’t you get Newt to kiss him?” You huffed. He had been missing for a week now, and he had left this hideous beast in his place. Maybe it was to spite you, a way to tease you for being so foolish to have a crush on him. But he didn’t know about that, right?

“Newt’s-!” Tina almost shouted, but it was as if her mouth had been clamped shut by an invisible hand, the following words muffled.

“Newt really needs you to kiss this thing.” Queenie tried to maintain her calm demeanour, but the tips of her ears were growing red in impatience.

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anonymous asked:

Tomione Drunk Dialing???

Getting drunk was never a good idea for Hermione Granger. 

It was a really phenomenally bad idea, but her friends were dirty rotten enablers, so.

They enabled. 

“I mean–” She had to stop talking in the middle of her rant because her wine glass sloshed over the rim of her cup. She stared despondently at the splash of red wine on the ground for a long moment before Ginny leaned over and topped up her glass and she continued, “Who the fuck does he think he is? My–my dad? He’s not my dad.”

“What did he say?” Ginny asked.

“What?” 

“What did he say to you?” Harry cut in. “You never said you just started ranting about his perfect teeth.”

“Ugh,” Hermione groaned emphatically, “He’s never even had braces. I know that because he grew up in an orphanage, so he couldn’t have–”

“Afforded them, yes.” Ron said from where he was lying face down on the loveseat, “You told us already!”

“Oh come on Ron,” Ginny laughed, “Don’t pretend this isn’t hilarious.”

“I like her better sober.” He grumbled into the couch cushions. “Less shrill.”

“Shrill?!” Hermione echoed, shrilly. 

“What did he say?” Harry repeated.

Hermione took a long drink from her wine glass before answering, but even then she didn’t answer the question. “He doesn’t even–I don’t even know why he was there, he’s always fucking right there–”

“Here we go.” Ron muttered. Luna, sitting on the floor in front of him, patted his shoulder reassuringly but otherwise listened closely to Hermione’s ramblings. 

“Like–” She took another gulp of her wine, “I get it, you think you’re smarter and better and prettier and smarter than me–but that doesn’t–like–give you the right to act like it.” She dropped her wine glass. “All the bloody time!”

“What did he say?” Ginny asked again, grabbing another glass.

“I don’t think she’s going to tell us,” Luna interjected, “She needs to get her anger out first.”

“And where does he get off,” She seethed, “Commenting on my dating life. It has nothing to do with him. I don’t comment on his…activities. Does he even date?” 

The door opened in the middle of her rant, distracting her long enough to hold her glass still so Ginny could sneak in another top up as Draco Malfoy walked in with a six-pack of beer. 

“Oh bollocks,” He said as soon as he laid eyes on Hermione. “I’m leaving.”

“No you’re not!” Harry said, waving him over excitedly, “Come watch the show!”

“Did you bring Pansy?” Ron asked lifting his head for the first time in about thirty minutes.

“No.” Draco snapped, “Leave Pansy the fuck alone.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” Ron snapped back childishly.

“I plan to.” Draco said resolutely, flopping onto the couch beside Harry as Luna shuffled over on the floor to lean against his legs. “Who is it this time?” He asked, nodding in Hermione’s direction.

“Same.” Ginny said, watching as Hermione stared bewildered at her full wine glass. 

“Again?” Draco whined, but before he could get in a good complaint, Hermione was off again.

“What a waste of good looks.” Hermione started, “I mean–you’d think he would be humble because of everything he went through, but instead he’s a total fucking arse–”

“Oo-hoo!” Draco crowed, “Granger uses language, she must really be smashed.” 

“–all the time. And he’s creepy. And obsessed with me. And he’s everywhere like–I was just on a fucking date and he has to show up and start rubbing it in my face how smart he is and how he did better than me on that exam which he only did because Snape hates me and then he’s all, ‘Oh Hermione–’”

“Here we go,” Harry said, nudging Draco in the arm, “This must be what set her off,”

“‘hope you have a lovely date.’ I mean–what the fuck?”

There was an extended silence as Hermione downed what was left in her glass and everyone stared in shocked silence.

“You’re fucking joking.” Ron grumbled into the couch.

“You don’t understand–it was the tone.” She snapped, “You don’t know him like I do–it was–”

“Why can’t you tell him all of this instead of complaining to us?” Malfoy asked. 

Hermione dropped her wine glass again. “Yes.” She said. “Malfoy–” She leaned over to clasp his knee, completely unaware of Malfoy’s appalled expression as she did so. “You are so wise. I approve of yours and Harry’s relationship now.”

“Whoa, okay, uh–” 

“We absolutely are not–”

But Hermione wasn’t listening, instead she was digging through her bag to find her phone.

“Should we stop her?” Luna asked as Hermione angrily brandished her phone and began dialing a number from memory.

“I’m not about to get punched in the face.” Ron grumbled.

“This is hilarious, nobody stop her,” Ginny added excitedly. Hermione slammed the door to the bathroom shut before they hear her start any sort of conversation, and Ginny quickly jumped up and tip-toed to the door to press her ear against it. When no one else moved she impatiently waved them all over. Luna came and sat beside Ginny on the ground to press her ear against the door, followed quickly by Draco and Harry who stood above them and pressed their ears against the door, too.

Ron just groaned from his spot on the loveseat and didn’t move. 

“–Oh, I’m sorry Mr. I’m-so-smart-and-so-handsome-I-could-take-over-the-world-and-enact-mass-genocide-and-the-public-would-thank-me, I didn’t mean to insult your delicate ego–”

Ginny clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. 

“–What do you mean where am I? I’m at home.”

“We should be ready to wrestle the phone off of her if she says something embarrassing,” Harry whispered, “So she doesn’t murder us in the morning–”

Draco shushed him.

“Oh–Oh–and where am I supposed to get drunk then? Are you going to dictate to me where I can get drunk now?”

“How is she so articulate, she’s gone through like four bottles of wine.” Ginny muttered.

“Because you kept pouring her more,” Harry pointed out.

“All of you shut up,” Draco hissed.

“You know what–fuck you Tom Riddle. Fuck your stupid perfect hair, and your sanctimonious bullshit, and your holier-than-thou stupid fucking tone of voice, and especially fuck your ridiculous fuck-me voice, you foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.”

“Jesus Christ.” Ginny murmured, but before anyone could comment further the door sprang open and Ginny wound up sprawled out on the floor from leaning on the door. Luna managed to catch herself, and Draco and Harry both leaped back from the door while Hermione stepped over Ginny and beelined to the alcohol.

“What did he say?” Ginny asked. 

“You sure were sending some mixed signals there, Granger,” Draco commented.

“Shut up you ferret.” She snapped, then continued it a deep voice. Everyone knew who she was attempting to imitate, even if it sounded nothing like him. “Oh, Hermione, are you drinking alone? I hope your date wasn’t that disappointing. Maybe I should come over to be sure you don’t kill yourself.”

“Is Tom coming over?” Luna asked pleasantly.

“Keep that douchebag away from this sacred space!” Ron called from the couch. Hermione flailed her arms in his direction as if to say ‘there you go.’

“Thank you Ron!” She said, “For once in your life, you say something that isn’t horribly ignorant.”

Thanks, you drunk bitch–”

“He doesn’t know where she lives anyway, right?” Harry said, but Hermione ignored him.

“If you’ll excuse me,” She picked up a bottle of wine, “I’m going to go drown myself in my bedroom, goodnight.”

They waited until she shut herself in her room before Ginny said, “She just grabbed the empty bottle of wine.”

“Thank god,” Harry said, “She does not need to drink any more.”

They centered around the table again, instead of round the bathroom door. Hermione remained in her bedroom where she would most likely remain the rest of the night while they carried on in her living room. It usually happened like this when she got angry-drunk, except usually she would just get aggressively drunk and slink off to her room without drunk dialing the bane of her existence. 

At this point, after Hermione went to her room to fall into a dead sleep until she woke up in the morning with a horrible, rage-filed hangover, they would talk until one by one they crashed on the couch or the love seat or the floor, in Luna’s case.

In fact, Ron was already asleep when there came a knock at the door. 

Ginny groaned at the interruption, and Harry lazily pushed Draco toward the door to answer it. 

Draco unlocked and opened the door, blinked twice, then slammed the door shut.

“Tom fucking Riddle is at the door.” He hissed, taking two steps away from the door as if there was a wild animal there.

“What?” Ginny wrinkled her nose.

“Tell him to leave?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Draco snapped, “You tell him that!”

“No, I’m fine where I am, thank you.”

The door clicked open, and Tom walked in.

“Did you not lock the fucking door?” Harry exclaimed, his voice rising an octave.

Tom quietly shut the door behind him, and took a step forward before Draco stepped in front of him. “Hey, you can’t just–” Tom reached out and twisted his hand in Draco’s shirt, turning and pinning him against the door. Harry let out a worried shout along with Ginny, and Ron groaned from where he was trying to sleep on the couch. 

“Where is Hermione?” Tom asked calmly, amicably, as if he wasn’t assaulting Malfoy. 

“Uh–in her room, at the end of the hall.” Draco answered immediately without hesitation.

Draco Malfoy!”

Tom ignored them, and the group–minus Ron, who was still sleeping–watched as Tom went straight to the kitchen. First he opened the cabinet where the glasses were and retrieved one to fill it with water at the sink. Then he moved ot the medicine cabinet and retrieved the aspirin bottle. Draco turned to the group and mouthed the words what the fuck, but no one did anything as Tom moved down the hall to Hermione’s room.

“Oh my god–” Draco started at the same time Harry hissed, “Has he been here before?”

Ginny pointed an accusing finger in Draco’s direction, “You just let him go to Hermione’s room when she’s blind fucking drunk!”

“I didn’t see you doing anything about it!” Malfoy argued.

“He just fucking walked in!” Harry wheezed, “And used the kitchen. What the hell–”

“Shut up,” Ron moaned, pressing his face deeper into the couch cushions. 

As the group was arguing, Luna slowly stood and moved down the hall to Hermione’s room. her door was still cracked open, so it was easy to push it open just a bit to see what was happening in her room. 

Hermione was curled up in her blankets on her bed, but she was awake, sleepily glowering at Tom who was crouched beside her bed. He had placed the water and the aspirin on her bedside table, and now he had his hand resting on the side of her head over her hair, his thumb smoothing along her hairline.

“I didn’t invite you here,” Hermione mumbled, “I’m angry with you.”

“I know.” He said, and Luna didn’t know that Tom Riddle had the capacity for gentleness in his tone until that moment. 

“It wasn’t even a fucking date,” She said quietly. He hummed in response, and after a pause, she added, “I wish I hated you more.”

“No you don’t.” He said, moving his hand to brush her hair back over her shoulder. 

“My friends will find it suspicious that you know where the aspirin is.” Hermione said. 

“Your friends are idiots, so I doubt it.”

“Don’t be an ass.” She told him, but the tone of her voice suggested she was already falling asleep. Tom leaned forward to press a kiss against her bare shoulder, and after a quiet moment–Luna assumed it was after he decided Hermione was alright–he stood.

He turned and saw Luna at the door. Still a little drunk, Luna gave him a thumbs up. He narrowed his eyes and glared at her for a long moment until Luna finally shrugged and moved away from the doorway.

The group was still arguing when she returned.

“I am not going over there, you go over there.” Draco said.

“You’re the one who let him in!” Harry argued.

“Someone go up there and make sure he’s not like taking advantage of her or something!” Ginny exclaimed, but stopped and deflated when she saw Luna, “Oh, Luna went.”

“What?” Draco sneered, turning around from where he was sitting to look at Luna. “Oh–is she good?”

“Yes.” Luna said shortly. 

“What was he doing?” Ginny prodded, “How did he know where the aspirin was?”

“Was he trying to kill her or something–”

“For the last time Harry,” Draco snapped, “He grabbed the aspirin, why would he grab the aspirin if he was planning on killing her.”

“He was fine.” Luna answered vaguely.

The sound of Tom’s footsteps caused the room to go silent. The dark haired man only spared a moment to glare in their direction before continuing toward the door.

“Goodnight, Tom,” Luna called after him. He sent another glower in her direction, then continued out the door and shut it gently behind him.

There was a long moment of silence. 

“You know what?” Draco finally broke the silence, “I don’t fucking care.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“Whatever that was,” He waved in the general direction of the kitchen, “I don’t want to know. If Hermione is boning Riddle I do not want to think about it–”

“Ugh Gross–”

“Malfoy what the fuck–”

“I’m trying to sleep, Jesus christ, shut the fuck up–”

Isak and Even hair drabble | what even is this tho?

I miss Isak, I miss Even…I wonder what they are doing right now…

I imagine that they are being goofy as always, showing their affection by arguing about something silly like 

OMG like Isak deciding that he wants to get a flipping haircut! And Even is just like NO !!!!! FUCKING !!! WAY !!!! BOI. He is literally so offended and I mean this actually turns super serious. Isak kinda just said it one day like “Ugh my hair is getting so long, and it’s so curly and so annoying and I just want to chop it all off” and Even’s all like “lol don’t do that baby, you would not pull of bald. You’d look like a cute baby egg” and then he just kisses his golden curls and Isak playfully slaps him away while grinning “Shut up! I would not, I’d look like a fucking king” 

Even just laughs and is like “sure baby” 

but then of course eventually it gets serious??? like Isak brings it up again one day, like Even mentions a film he wants to go see and Isak is like “Oh let me know the time it’s on because I was thinking of getting my hair cut on Sunday” and Even just like freezes and is all “EXCUSE ME? wot da fuq” and Isak looks up at him and is like “yeah i mean i’m just gonna get it cut a little shorter so it’s not as curly and annoying.” Even’s hand (which was stroking all of Isak’s ‘annoying’ curls) has just stopped in his hair and he is just Not. Chill. At. All. he looks at Isak with his mouth all open and pouty “You are not cutting your hair.” he declares meeting Isaks eyes. 

Isak laughs “what??” he shouts amused and surprised at the passion inside his boys voice over his damn hair. Even just tilts his face down and gives Isak his “I am not kidding babe your not going there, fight me boo” look. 

and Isak just laughs before shouting “oh my gosh your being ridiculous! It’s just hair It doesn’t even matter EVEEEEEN!” 

so then Even just thinks oh you want to fucking start this before smiling and nodding. Isak nods with pride thinking he’s won this fight befooooore Even says 

“You know what? You’re right, summer is coming up and it just gets so hot, I think i’ll go and get my hair cut with you.” 

OH DEAR LORD 

NO 

Isak looks back up at him in horror “NEI!” he practically screams before he could rethink it. 

Even’s eyebrows shoot up smugly “what? no? But baby it’s just hair right?” 

Isak rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defeat “Fine…fine no fucking hair cut. I hate you.” 

Even rolls over and pulls grumpy Isak closer to him, holding him against his chest. “You love me…” He runs his hand through Isak’s prince hair and kisses it before whispering in his ear “and I love your hair.” 

Isak smiles to himself and blushes. He would never tell Even but after hearing those words from the man of his life, Isak has never looked after his precious curls more.  

soulmate! Vernon (pt. 2)

For @tehxfany : “soulmate Vernon part 2? XD”

Admin note: Be ready for cheesy fluff, the fluffiest I hope…

recap: in which your eye color matches your soulmate’s hair color and vice versa

part one

  • so after that first meeting
  • everything kind of just took off from there
  • like you still don’t know how it all happened
  • did you really just meet your soulmate?
  • did you really just meet a freaking cute and good looking rapper idol?
  • did you really kiss his cheek?!?!?!?!?
  • since you’re both busy, you with school, and him with their comeback activities and preparation, dates have to be pretty chill and lowkey
  • you both often get cheeseburgers and eat them in the practice room
  • you like it though, you both sit side-by-side just chilling
  • he might ask you for your opinion on some lyrics
  • you’ll be typing something on your laptop
  • and out of nowhere, he’ll snake his arms around your waist and give you a cuddle and you’ll both just be giggling like crazy
  • it’s comfortable
  • it feels as if you’ve known him all your life, you both just click
  • though if Seungkwan ever hears you’re hanging out with Vernon
  • “HANSOL, Y/N, YOU BETTER NOT BE MAKING OUT IN THERE”
  • he’s always banging on the door asking to be let in to “supervise the children”
  • casually and shamelessly squeezes in between the two of you sitting together
  • “I have no idea what you’re complaining about, I was here first”
  • “Yah! Vernon is my puppy first and then your soulmate second.”
  • you and Hansol have to work together to shoo Seungkwan out of the room so you two can have a date
  • and then he’s outside the door trying to eavesdrop or singing random lyrics from various Svt songs through the door
  • “HOLD ON GIRL” “DON’T LOOK ELSEWHERE OR I’LL GET JEALOUS” “AKINDA”
  • “Seungkwan, can you stop?!?!” Vernon often yells back
  • y'all call Joshua for help, Joshua ends up dragging Seungkwan elsewhere
  • all of Svt already treats you like family
  • “Noona, are you looking for Hansol?” the maknae reading your mind
  • “I think he said he was going out somewhere, he should be back in ten minutes, you can wait upstairs in the studio.” Hoshi tells you before turning back to showing Jun and Minghao the next dance step
  • “Oh y/n, you here to wait for Vernon?” Seokmin laughs
  • Seungkwan trails behind Dk giving you playful glares and sticking his tongue out at you
  • “Ah y/n, you’re here” Jihoon walks in with Joshua, “go ahead and sit down, he should be back soon”
  • “y/n!!! Annyeong! How are things with Hansol? Do you need me to hit him for you?” Jeonghan asks
  • “Haha, no. Just going to have dinner together.”
  • “Feel free to wait here, we just have some recording to do” Jihoon tells you
  • “Hansol told me you found your soulmate recently too.” you give a small laugh
  • “I’m going to kill Hansol, tell him I said that” Jihoon responds with blushing and quickly shakes his head
  • “He just texted me telling me to tell you, he’s waiting outside.” Joshua hides a smile behind his hand before opening the door for you
  • “Thanks!”
  • you walk back downstairs and outside where you see
  • “Hey y/n!” he’s waving as best as he can with the thing he’s holding in his hand
  • Are those….?
  • “Hansol, did you get me flowers?”
  • “No, I picked these up for Seungkwan. What did you think?”
  • “That’s so cheesy, but I love it!” you take the small bouquet from him and give him a small squeeze
  • “Ewwww Hansol get a room.” Mingyu and Wonwoo were standing behind him
  • “Annyeonghasaeyo!” you say with a small bow
  • “He dragged us along and it took like an hour to pick those, I hope you’re happy.” Seungcheol laughs while herding Mingyu and Wonwoo back inside
  • “Be back soon, Hansol, we still have lyrics to work on.”
  • “Shall we?” Vernon raises his arm up for you to hold.
  • “Gapsida!”
  • you can’t really get over how easy it was being with Hansol
  • how easily you both connected over your shared love of music
  • and lyrics
  • how you both had similar humor (especially annoying Seungkwan together)
  • how his hand fit perfectly into yours (ew did I just write that)
  • you’ll be talking about how your day went and he’ll just stare dreamily at your face until you stop talking
  • “what? do I have something on my face?”
  • “nope. I just think you’re pretty so I’m staring.”
  • “Hansol, are you sick?” you say jokingly while blushing, “you’re so extra cheesy today”
  • “I’m just happy.”
  • “Did something exciting happen today?”
  • “I got to hang out with you.”
  • “omg stop” you both start laughing
  • later back at the studio, you’re trying to finish your term paper
  • Svt’s comeback is soon and Hansol and the others are downstairs rehearsing
  • you look around the empty practice room and sigh happily, taking a break to stretch your arms before returning to type up the stupid aspects of an interesting title and why it’s necessary in modern media
  • Vernon comes into the practice room a little after midnight to check up on you
  • “Y/n it’s almost 12:30am” he says sounding exhausted
  • “I was just waiting to say bye to you, since it’s been officially a week now, I’ll just say happy one week anniversary since I’m hella cheesy also.”
  • he breaks into a huge grin
  • “I was going to say that too, omg, get out of my head.”
  • he takes both of your hands in his and swings them back and forth while smiling at you
  • you’re blushing
  • “well it’s getting late and I got to say goodbye so…” you laugh but he still doesn’t let go of your hands
  • you can hear the other svt boys shuffling by outside and one voice in particular among the chatter catches your attention
  • “Is y/n still here? Oh they’re inside? Hang on…” Seungkwan pops his head in the door
  • “JUST KISS ALREADY!”
  • Seungkwan would probably have said more but you and Vernon laugh as you hear the others dragging him away
  • the sudden outburst is replaced with a comfortable silence
  • “I won’t deny that I kind of like what Seungkwan suggested…”
  • “Hansol what-” and he leans down, gently pressing his lips to yours
  • your heart flutters and it’s beating fast enough to fly out of your chest
  • it was sweet and short
  • he pulls away, blushing and smiling like crazy
  • you raise a hand up to your lips, as he looks down at his feet still smiling
  • you’re grinning like a fool
  • “ahem, well, it’s late. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting-”
  • he stops suddenly when he feels you pulling him closer as you press a soft kiss to his lips too
  • when you pull away, you’re both blushing and smiling uncontrollably
  • “Happy one week-iversary, soulmate, and remind me to thank Seungkwan the next time I see him.”

Originally posted by livinthediamondlife

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

MASTERLIST

~ admin jess

headcanon that shiro is actually super smooth, but only when he’s Wasted

so the team goes to this planet for a celebration (like a secure-the-alliance party or a holiday idk) and there’s these drinks which have no effect on the other aliens but are apparently really toxic to humans so after like one sip shiro is drunk off his ass

so he starts flirting with allura and just. spouting out the best, most masterfully crafted pick-up lines one has ever heard. lance is off to the side writing down every word coming out of shiro’s mouth and being a supportive best friend because allura.exe has stopped working

the next day allura comes up to him and is like “so what was that last night?” and shiro fuckin. Freaks out because “omg i can’t remember anything what did i do fuck”

(lance uses some of the pick-up lines on keith. they don’t work)

Monsta X Wonho| Boyfriend AU

omg did you see the pictures of the Wonslut in Dallas?  Literally that was all it took for me to get the inspiration to write this, like goddamn I’m not even into buff guys (I prefer them tall and a little lanky tbh), but like nooooooooooo he just needs to chill ok?

NSFW!

Hoseok:

  • Such a soft and loving boyfriend tbh.
  • I feel like Hoseok is very best friend boyfriendy if you know what I’m saying?
  •  like not only is he your boyfriend, but he’s also your best friend.
  • He’s such a gym hunk, he loves working out, and loves it even more when you come to the gym with him.
  • Let’s be real, the gym freaking sucks, some people just look amazing while working out, like their sweat just illuminates the whole experience *cough cough* Hoseok, but for you, a normal human being, it can be torture.
  • Hoseok always asks for you to accompany him to the gym and the only reason he actually manages to convince you to come with him sometimes is because he pulls some aegyo on you, and literally how low can he go?  How dirty can he play? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) very low very dirty
  • , but most of the time you go to the gym with him and don’t even work out, you just sit in the corner on your phone, watching your boyfriend when he does the bench press, occasionally being his motivator.
  • It makes Hoseok feel manly when you watch him work out.  He even goes so far as to push himself a little harder when you’re around.
  • Gets such a kick out of showing you his muscles.
  • “Which way’s the beach?  This way.” *Flexes biceps*
  • Sometimes when Hoseok does push ups in the living room you koala his back, and he doesn’t even seem affected by your extra weight on him!
  • Hoseok’s face is so red and puffy in the morning when he wakes up you can’t help but lean over and kiss his face all over.  When you do this he pulls you close into a bear hug and rolls over so that he’s on top of you.
  • He’ll put all of his weight on you just to be annoying or until you push him off, then you guys snooze through your alarm together.
  • He constantly seems amazed that when you wake up in the morning you look just as good as you do when you fall asleep, like how does someone so beautiful exist?  How is he the lucky man that gets to see their shining face in the morning?  To be their boyfriend?
  • LOVES taking baths with you.  He’s already a bathtime enthusiast, always coming home with bags of new bath bombs, oils, and epsom salts, why wouldn’t he want his favorite person there with him?
  • He’s not even looking for sex bathtime is just his relaxation time, and with you in there with him… all up against each other… naked… ok it may be about sex just a little bit.
  • Whenever you hang out with friends together Hoseok always has you sitting on his lap.  He practically cages you in with his arms.
  • Very protective of you, but not overly jealous, he trusts you with all his heart but not so much other men.  He might be the kind to linger around you if you go to a club or something together but it’s not that bad.
  • Like when he noticed you becoming closer friends to Minhyuk, and that his friend had started to playfully put arms around your shoulders and punch you in the arm he jumped in.  
  •   he was actually really mature about it, like he sat you down and told you that though he trusted you with all his soul, it just made him a little uneasy seeing you act so close to Minhyuk.
  • He did the same with Minhyuk, but it went a little more like this:
  •   “Mini, you know Y/N’s mine.  Stop being all touchy touchy.”
  •   “Hyung, I literally just called her dudebro and pushed her for saying the word litimous.”
  •   “Either way I respect your friendship but keep boundaries.”
  •   “Hoseok Hyung she’s literally trying to hook me up with one of her friends tonight.”
  •   “Like I said.”
  • Lots of hugs afterwards by both parties.
  • I swear though if another man went so far as to try and touch your butt or something he would roar.
  • Learn from your mistakes, NEVER EVER WATCH BAMBI WITH THIS BOY.
  • ,  poor angel cried so hard, you had to pause the movie he was sobbing so much.  His face got all red and swollen, and he wrapped himself around you in the fetal position.  He wheezed and shook for what seemed to be like an hour, and all you could do was sit there and try your best to comfort him.
  • , Somehow this never stops him from wanting to keep watching sad movies though, like the Lion King, he always wants to watch the Lion King baby boy.
  • If you bring this boy to the pool or beach, just prepare yourself to be thrown into the water, he WILL use his strength against you and drag you into the water.
  • Definitely the kind to want to draw in the sand or make a sand castle.
  • I don’t see Hoseok as someone who wants to get a pet right away, like he’s in a stable point in his life, he has a great amazing career and an even more fantastic home life with his girl.  HE’S FINANCIALLY STABLE.  But like still he doesn’t want to accept the responsibility of caring for another creature yet like omg what if he doesn’t have the time for both you and a puppy?  Like fish are enough work as is.  Also he doesn’t know if he could handle it when it dies like omg BAMBI!!! REMEMBER BAMBI?!?
  • Still definitely wants something in the future though, like a bunny or kitten
  • Very VERY good with his fingers, if you know what I mean
  • You could just be having a bad day or something, maybe you don’t even feel that we’ll, and you’re just laying on the couch wrapped in a blanket or something and he’ll just lay down with you, snuggle his face into your neck.
  • He’ll reach down innocently and unbutton your pants, Hoseok won’t bother trying to tease you when you’re like this, he’ll go right to pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them all in the right places.
  • Even if you felt gross in the beginning, Hoseok’s fingers always seem to make you feel better, and he isn’t one to care if you were on your period or not.
  •  he’s almost always the one to start something, like he’ll just start rubbing your thighs in the middle of a movie or playfully whine until you pay attention to him.
  • Loves to bite your lip.
  • Loves it even more when you bite his.
  • Boobs >>>>> Butt, well he likes both, but your butt is kind just more playful to him lol.  Like you’ll be hanging out alone and he’ll pretend they’re bongos or something.
  • He’ll smile and giggle and get all laughy and stuff.
  • When he eats you out, GOD BLESS YOU LUCKY FOOL, he’ll reach up under your top and roughly grab at your breasts, pulling them out of your shirt.
  • Hoseok eats you out like your life depends on it, sucking hard and licking your thighs in between.  He starts pushing his fingers into you when he senses you’re close to orgasm.
  • To him it’s all about what leads up to sex that makes it so good, so he goes all out for foreplay.
  • When you go down on him, Hoseok bunches all your hair in his fist or pulls in back into a ponytail.  He’ll hold the sides of your face, your cheekbones, your jaw, guiding you down onto him.
  • He’s a little forceful tbh, like it’s not the most enjoyable if you’re not so into that kind of thing, but if he understands that you would be more willing to give him head if he was more gentle he’d compromise for you.
  • As for the main course… it’s usually fast not going to lie.
  • Hoseok goes hard on foreplay so by the time you are actually doing it you are both a little worn out and more sensitive.
  •   that’s not saying it still isn’t good!!!
  • Though Hoseok may not be so into marriage or anything, he definitely doesn’t want whatever you two have together to die.  He loves you and still wants to spend his life with you.
  • He’ll probably consider marriage more seriously if you want it really badly or if and when you get pregnant (not for a long ass time hopefully), he does know that he wants children, and he understands how difficult it can be to have a none conventional home situation, so in that case you two will already practically be married, so maybe why not just have it actually happen?
  • It all depends on circumstance though.

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anonymous asked:

omg omg could you please write a jeremy heere x reader where they both want to buy the same drink, but there's only one left and he's like "oh dw, the pretty lady can have it" but then he realizes what he said and he goes all "did I.,;; just., say tgat:,;. outloud,:¿," thank you so much!

Mt. Dew Red (Jeremy H. x Reader)

a/n: couldn’t help myself loll

w/c: 550

You pulled the cash out of your pocket, heading into the store.  You could hear the voice slightly taunting you. You winced and walked faster, heading towards the back room. You saw the two boys in the room as well, searching for something. You shrugged and headed towards a crate, moving it aside. You reached into the crate to grab the last Mt. Dew Red when another hand touched yours. You looked up and hit heads with a boy from school, Jeremy Heere.

Jeremy had surprised you so much that you had let him take the Mt. Dew Red into his clammy hands. “Oh, uh, sorry, (y/n).” He smiled awkwardly, rubbing his forehead.

He tried to remain calm, since he was talking to his all time crush. He noticed the sense of panic on your face as you looked down at the now empty crate, searching for something.

“Oh god, no, no, no!” You cried unintentionally, hearing a familiar, evil laughter in your head. Jeremy’s eyes widened, and he looked back at Michael. Michael shrugged and gestured to give the bottle to you.

“Here, for the pretty lady.” Jeremy smiled, reaching out to hand you the bottle. Michael snorted in the background, shaking his head and walking out of the aisle.

“Oh my gosh, I love you Jeremy, you’re a life saver!” You cried, grabbing the bottle and launching into Jeremy’s arms to hug him. As soon as you had launched yourself into his arms, you were running out of the room to pay. You had handed the cashier a ten dollar bill and ran outside, telling them to keep the change. You popped the top off and started to chug it frantically, stopping to take a deep breath. The bottle was half gone by the time Jeremy and Michael headed out of the store.

“I can’t believe you called her pretty, but where are we going to find more Mt. Dew Red?” Michael questioned, noticing you.

“I know! She’s so pretty, my gosh, I could just kiss he-” Jeremy notice you standing there, your eyebrows raised and your lips formed into a smirk.

“You need Mt. Dew Red, yeah?” You handed Jeremy the half empty bottle, knowing it only took a drop to get rid of a squip. Jeremy nodded gratefully, and prayed you didn’t hear him saying be could kiss you. You watched as Jeremy raised the glass bottle to his beautiful lips and slowly drank, his gorgeous eyes closed.

“I’ll be waiting in the car.” Michael coughed, jogging to a PT Cruiser. Jeremy emptied the bottle and smiled slightly, his lips a faint red. You took two strides forward and placed your lips on his. He slowly kissed back, and was the first to pull away.

“Woah.” Jeremy whispered, his eyes focused on you.

“You taste like Mt. Dew Red.” You licked your lips, grinning evilly. “I’ll see you at school, Jeremy!” You ran back to your car and waved as you drove away.

Jeremy glanced at Michael in the car, then back at your car going down the road. Jeremy waited until he couldn’t see your car anymore. Then he cheered and spun around, making Michael laugh and clap.

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write something about ace Dex feeling really insecure about his and Nursey's relationship because Nursey is giving up something that everyone seems to think is so damn important, and it feels really unequal because Dex isn't giving up anything like that for Nursey. (Not that I'm projecting really, really hard or anything.)

I just want to say this, anon: if your partner makes you feel like this at all, if they don’t support you, or your asexuality) in your relationship, you need to look out for yourself and leave them. Nothing good can come from it. Also, sorry it took a bit, you kind of caught me at the worst time for this particular prompt.

“Y’all, full disclosure: I miss Jack, like a lot, but I miss the sex so much.” Bitty took another sip of his beer.

There wasn’t any particular occasion for them to be drinking, but they were anyway. Dex thought that getting drunk at 5pm on a Thursday was pretty dumb, but Holster insisted he be there. Team bonding or some shit. He was nursing his second beer, but everyone else seemed just this side of tipsy; somehow the conversation always turned to sex when they were tipsy.

Fuck, he wished Nursey was there. Stupid goddamn evening lab. Only twenty more minutes.

Holster nodded sagely. “Sex is very important in a relationship.”

Bitty and Ransom nodded along, but Tango, the only one who wasn’t drinking, looked just as uncomfortable as Dex felt. “So, um. Why exactly is sex important in a relationship?”

“It’s not,” Dex muttered, and snorted into his beer bottle. Anything that was about to come out of Holster’s mouth, Dex had heard before. Hell, most of the reasons sex was important to a relationship were things he told himself, over and over. Reasons he repeated to himself late at night why he was a horrible boyfriend. Things he used to justify his insistence to Nursey that they should break up.

Dex wanted to believe that sex wasn’t important, he really did. It was hard for him to resolve the fact that he didn’t want sex, he had no sexual attraction to anyone (even his own fucking boyfriend), and the fact that he was going to agree with anything Holster was going to say.

“Look, no offense to you and Nursey or anything, but sex is an essential part of a relationship. It brings a level of trust and intimacy that you just can’t get any other way.”

Dex shook his head, but couldn’t find the words to argue. Instead, he drained his beer, threw the bottle onto the recycling bin, and grabbed another from the center of the table. Tango nodded along, but still looked confused. A confused Tango could only mean one thing: he had a question.

“Okay, but sex just seems like… grunting and sweating and kind of a big mess. What’s intimate about that?”

Bitty leaned forward, sloshing a bit of beer on the table and ignoring it. “Well, you’re lettin’ someone else see you that way, ain’t ya?”

Holster gestured widely toward Bitty. “Exactly! And you have to trust that your partner isn’t going to call you on it, or tell you how your o-face looks stupid, or make a comment about your weird body hair.”

“Got a lot of problems with weird body hair, Holster?” Dex checked his watch again. Ten minutes until Nursey was back. He could handle that (maybe even without smacking someone).

Tango nodded, still with that confused look on his face. “Okay, so why is it no offense to Dex and Nursey?”

Before anyone else could answer that question, because frankly Dex didn’t think anyone could answer that question at the moment without being totally insensitive and horrible about it, Dex intercepted and said, “Nursey and I are dating, and I’m asexual. We don’t have sex. And so when everyone says ‘no offense’, what they really mean is that they don’t think Nursey and my relationship is as valid as theirs.”

Just like he expected, a chorus of voices erupted when he finished speaking. Bitty, Holster, and Ransom’s voices all overlapped.

“Now, hold on a sec-”

“C’mon Poindexter, you-”

“That’s not fair, bruh-”

He stopped them all with a glare. “You can argue about it all you want, but I know that’s what you honestly think. And you can say it to me all you want, but if you decide to pull this shit in front of Nursey, who’s the one giving up such a huge thing or whatever, then I will personally kick every one of your asses. Got it?”

Everyone immediately shut up. Dex knew he looked just this side of too intense, but he was so sick of trying to defend their relationship to everyone. He was sick of everyone implying that what they had was less, when they didn’t even realize that’s what they were doing.

The thing was, he could handle it. He was used to it, and even though he hated to admit it, he even believed some of it. But there was no way that Dex would let Nursey have to be the one to deal with that bullshit. Nursey, who was already giving up so much to be in a relationship with him, who got enough insecurity about having to give up sex from Dex himself, who shouldn’t have to be told that that sacrifice made him less somehow.

The Haus door closing cut through the silence. The stomp of heavy boots and clinking of buckles on his messanger bag let Dex know that his boyfriend was back.

Nursey walked up behind Dex and pressed a soft kiss to his hair. “Got out early. What’s up, babe?”

Dex stood up from his chair and grabbed Nursey’s hand, pulling him away from the crowd. He wished it was next year already so that they would have a room to go to, but it wasn’t and they didn’t. He considered leading Nursey to the basement, which had become something of a safe space for him, but decided that he’d rather go upstairs, to Chowder’s room. Chowder spent more time with Caitlin than at the Haus, anyway.

Once they got behind closed doors, Dex pulled Nursey into a tight hug, burying his face between his boyfriend’s neck and shoulder. He could only be so angry about the casual aphobia before it all fell away and he just felt… sad. And he had used up all his anger.

The feeling of Nursey’s big hands rubbing along his back was equal parts comforting and upsetting. He already gave up so much for Dex, and Dex just kept asking him for more, and more, and more. And what was he giving up for Nursey? A big fat fucking nothing.

He squeezed tighter, sure that it was uncomfortable for his boyfriend at this point. “I’m sorry I’m a shitty boyfriend.”

Nursey pulled back, enough to look at Dex. He unwrapped one of his arms from Dex’s back and cradled his face. “Hey, woah. What’s this all about?”

Dex shook his head, trying to look away, to look anywhere but Nursey’s face. He felt like the open concern and love on his boyfriend’s face was tearing his heart straight out of his chest. He didn’t deserve a look like that.

Nursey tried to catch his eyes, but gave up when it was obvious that Dex wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, he pressed a kiss to Dex’s temple and pulled him back against his chest. Dex could feel him breath a deep sigh.

“You don’t have to talk about it, Will. But I need you to trust me more than you trust the intrusive thoughts about this, okay? You are not a bad boyfriend. You don’t get to decide what being a good boyfriend means to me. Nobody but me gets to do that. And I love you, every little bit of you. Got it?”

Dex nodded. He wanted to trust Nursey, and he would try, but it would take time. The one thing he did know, though, was that Nursey would stick around for as long as it took. And that he was so fucking lucky for it.

blurred edges [draco malfoy]

request: “could you maybe do prompt 295 with jealous angsty draco x reader. I adore your writing style btw x” -anon

“Please could do one where Malfoy and the reader get really close but then she sees him lock lips with Parkinson at a party… etcetc.” -anon

word count: ~1700 (i’ve given up on my limit)

a/n: mashed two more together bc they fit pretty well together! i hope this is what yall r looking for? i had fun writing this! i’ve been super sick all day and have been reading scorbus fanfics which is always fun. thanks for requesting and reading as always!

295: “wait a minute. are you jealous?”

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anonymous asked:

Any tips for someone who wants to design their own species or terato? I have lots of ideas but I don't think they're good enough for their own species and others I have are already overused a lot. Thank you and I really love your art

okee anon, I’m going to reblog a thing that i found recently, but here’s this here:

it’s by @synaya found right here (X)

So overall concept with this is basically human body, object head and it’s seriously so clever, I’m really drawn to this kind of aesthetic where something still has a humanoid body (cause i’m weak oop) but here’s some ideas for creating a character and maybe a whole species.

As for me:

Rooks came out of nowhere, Doll was just a design based off all my aesthetics: (cat + black + fave color combo + humanoid = DOLL) then suddenly came Stud, then Honey, Playboy, Hunk and Jock and so on, I just followed a theme / set of criteria for the species:

  1. Animal Base
  2. Color Exaggeration (multiple colors used in single character, bioluminescence, individualized markings etc.)
  3. Humanoid Torso (regardless of whether or not they had an extra three pairs of legs), Exaggerated Proportions for some (larger hands, thicker legs, broader shoulders, tiny pinched waists) and Animal Properties (claws for some, webbed feet for others, wings for some, ears and tails).
  4. Body Modification / Trauma / Extra/Missing Parts (armor, plating, and wounds, as well as extra arms, extra eyes, missing limbs, no mouth etc.) this is really the only part that appointed to the terato factor

These properties came from what I noticed I was drawing, what similarities each character that kept popping up had. You can see the difference between my original Rooks and the Rooks that I’ve drawn as requests.

But enough about me:

The point I’m trying to get at is for you to use your own aesthetics! The reason the ideas you’re talking about are overused is because people like them!! I know you want to be original, and you absolute can, you have to add your own flare into your characters. If I just stuck cat ears on Doll, gave him anime boy hair and called him a monster, I’d wouldn’t have what I do now, you really just have to think outside the box.

If you have a lot of ideas, write them down and combine two of your favorites. 

I’m sorry I can’t tell you exactly what I did, cause I have no idea what I did, oh my god. Flat out, design a character, design another one. What do they have in common? What do you see that you realize, “gee i tend to use that a lot”. 

With terato, I’m going to explain this in Digimon omg, in terms of monsters, terato ranges from this:

It’s cute, but it’s a monster! Nothing humanoid about him, but if you found that big ol eye staring at you under your bed you have a mild panic attack before cuddling it.

To this:

If I saw him, I’d drop dead, find Lucifer’s armory and nuke him from beyond the grave, I was scared as shit of this asshole when I was younger. But guess what…………….. THAT TINY BBY TURNS INTO THIS FUCKER.

SO!!!!!!!!!! If you plan on making a monster character/species, find your aesthetic first, do you like horror? or do you like cute, but still a monster? (← that’s me)

Do you like organic forms or metal ones, a combination of both?

Do you like solid, dark colors or the rainbow?

Fluffy or scaly? Big or small or ranging? Will they interact with humans? Are they more a cryptid legend or an existing, flourishing species? What would their environment be? 

But REMEMBER NEVER BE AFRAID TO LOOK FOR REFERENCE OR TAKE INSPIRATION FROM SOMETHING ELSE (just don’t fucking copy from someone or i will find you).

Take the Galra from Voltron:

PURPLE every single one of them is a shade of purple, cat like and humanoid. Some have a more humanoid face, others are more beastly. Some have fluffies, some are actually scaly and have armor. Some have soft cat like ears, some have elf like ears. Even with these differences you can see similarities in their species. 

Subterraneans from OPM:

Underground earth dwellers, humanoid figure, steam punkish aesthetic with sort of Mayan inspired armor, dull brown coloring, covered or grotesque shaped heads, gold and jewelry.

LOOK AT ALL THESE ALIENS FROM SPACE DANDY:

It’s all about finding something that you like and individualize each character similarly when it comes to creating a whole species. 

If you need more help, here’s some an ALIEN SPECIES GENERATOR!

I really don’t know what else to say, I rambled and this asks is EVERYWHERE AT ONES OOPS but I hope this helps, don’t hesitate to ask any more questions if you need, I’d be glad to help!

And thank you bby Q///A///Q 

- Dolly ❤