Slides you two buttons and a piece of lint. How about some Voltron Headcanons? Finger Guns out.
lint and finger guns?? sold
lance: “don’t worry guys, I’ll stay behind and protect the princess” allura, visibly eyeing lance’s biceps: “…………….. uh okay”
fun party game: guessing how keith got kicked out of the garrison
he stole a space craft!! (”okay i only stole parts and i was never caught for that” “wait what”)
he called iverson a dirty lying quiznak!! (”i didn’t even know that word back then lance”)
he tried to alert the public that the garrison was covering up the kerberos mission!!! (”i didn’t but they were”)
to be honest he probably just decked iverson
coran designed the space pirate outfits himself
*hunk crashes his lion* “well, looks like I’ve hit… rock bottom”
weirdly enough, slav is the ultimate It Could Be Worse guy
[something goes right] slav, sweating: “there’s a fifty-two percent chance that this’ll still go horribly wrong in some way”
[something goes horribly wrong] slav: “i mean i know we just lost an engine, but on the bright side, at least we’re not in one of the three hundred realities where the cockpit blew up instead”
sometimes allura’ll shapeshift herself a mustache so she can stroke it pensively
keith: “i hate authority figures” pidge: “you’re an authority figure now" keith: “…shit”
[lance’s mission log while stranded alone] “i mean, technically i’m the lowest ranked member of the crew. i would only really be ‘in charge’ if i were the only remaining person… so what do you know?? i’m in charge”
a thing I love about the TransDanny headcanon: there’s a photo of Danny and Maddie when he was little, happily dressed and presenting as male, meaning that his parents either accepted him as trans from a young age, or allowed him to dress himself and have his hair done as short as he wanted and not forcing him to conform to gender roles, which allowed his coming out to be a lot easier
did he have a phase where everyone just called him a ‘tomboy’? or did he announce that he was a boy early on and that was that from then on? did he start school as Daniel or Danielle? like maybe it was one of those kids will be kids things where he wanted to be a boy for a day and his parents were like, 'aww that’s cute we’ll let her have her fun’ but a day became a week, a month, a year, he never grew out of it because he was never just playing pretend
personally I like to think that it started with Maddie and Jack just having super lax views on gender roles, unsurprising since Jack loves knitting which he might have been made fun of for because it’s 'feminine’ and Maddie is very strong and self sufficient and grew up with a big tough sister who wears her hair short and acts very 'masculine’, so they already have experience subverting traditional gender roles
so when they have a daughter who drags them to the boy aisle as soon as she’s old enough to choose her own clothes/toys and asks for a short haircut like that Chip Skylark guy who sings about his shiny teeth on tv, Maddie and Jack are just like, yeah sure why not? their kid can look however she wants
Danny was able to present as male from a very early age, his parents treated him and Jazz equally regardless of gender and I feel like maybe he didn’t even think to ask to be referred to by male pronouns until he got to school and the kids immediately assumed he was male and he realised ho dang, this feels RIGHT.
and then he’d have the teachers calling him Danielle and referring to him as female and another kid is like, umm Danny’s a boy tho?? and the teacher looks at this little boy with little boy hair and little boy clothes and is like, oh uh sorry kid there must have been a mistake in the paperwork, was it supposed to say Daniel?
and he’s just like yES YES DANIEL THAT’S RIGHT THAT IS MY NAME ALWAYS YEP
but then he feels bad because technically he 'lied’ to the teacher so he goes home and doesn’t say anything because he thinks his parents will be mad at him for lying on his first day at school
and then the parents get a call from some very confused school staff asking whether or not they’d enrolled a boy or a girl because they had a Danielle Fenton in the paperwork but a Daniel Fenton was dropped off to class this morning and that’s when Maddie and Jack were like… oooooh okay so this is how it is
they tell the school that he’s definitely a boy, always has been, they don’t say he’s trans because they probably don’t even know that word exists but they do know that their daughter seems far more comfortable as their son and they don’t see a problem with that and as far as they’re concerned it’s none of the school’s business
they’d probably sit Danny down for a talk after that in which he starts crying and apologising and they have to spend about ten minutes ensuring him that he isn’t in trouble for lying at school and if he wants to be a boy that’s okay they can call him a boy for as long as he wants, he just has to let them know if he changes his mind but if he doesn’t then that’s okay too, they just want him to be happy
and from that point on he was pretty much just the Fentons’ son, his parents would buy him binders and do research on trans kids to make sure they were doing the right thing and as soon as he was old enough for T they said they’d support him whether or not he wanted to take it and if there were any complications it was okay because he was still their boy no matter what his body looked like
I mean just, the Fentons have fucked up a lot of aspects of parenthood so I just really really REALLY want them to have done this one RIGHT or as right as they possibly can, they might be quite scatterbrained and neglectful at times but it’s clear that they really do love their kids, and were probably a lot closer with them when they were young, so it makes sense to me that they would be accepting of Danny’s identity even from such a young age
all they want is for their kids to feel happy and safe, which means when they find out he’s half ghost it still doesn’t MATTER, because they already promised they’d accept him no matter what
Nicky was exasperated. It was obvious by the way he looked out of breath even though he was just standing there being rather noisey.
Neil scrunched up his nose. As much as he loved Nicky, he wouldn’t mind hearing him less right now.
“What’s your point, Nicky?”
The thing with Nicky, however, was that when you requested a straight answer, you instead got a show.
Act one of this show was apparently looking around at the rest of the foxes and proclaiming, “Can you believe this kid?!”
Andrew was coming from his appointment with Bee so wasn’t at the locker rooms yet for practice. Neil found himself silently hoping he would get there faster to shut Nicky up.
Usually everybody would just let Nicky go on his rant, half ignoring him and half egging him on. But when Neil looked past him, he realized that all the Foxes were actually paying attention. Their eyes were focused on Neil with a combination of pity, confusion, and general annoyance.
Nicky was making a huge fuss now, not actually getting to the point but rather going around it. “Of all the days to not know-”
But Matt cut him off. Which was odd, because Matt usually didn’t cut Nicky off.
Just watched okja and i have a lot of emotions here have a list
-paul danos face when his long ass sentence is two syllables in korean and that moment of “for real?” “Yeah”
-actually all the quiet jokes slipped in very naturally it really gave this movie a wonderful tone i was constantly giggling
-honestly Mija is fearless and i wanna grow up to be that unstoppable
-i did squeal “Moaning Myrtle” a few times cause it was nice to see her corporeal
-everything about devon bostick (my jasper jordan heart was happy to see him again)
-Blonde and Silver are in love and essentially just photobombing gayness in the background of the entire film As Is Right
-silver needs to eat dear god please listen to your boyfriend and eat the freaking tomato
- Steven Yeun is likable even when hes a big ole lying liarpants and he should be in all the movies ever
-speaking of, i did not like That Scene where Steven wasnt having a great time (seemed unnecessary and cruel)
-okay wow yes now im getting into the uncomfortable this movie made me remember why i used to be a vegetarian holy shmokes (if it werent for health reasons id probably be back to that tonight cause dang)
-if you are easily triggered by rape implications mute the tv at the word “alfonso” and just walk away for five minutes take care of yourselves babes
-i did not know i could get so emotionally attached to a cgi pig monster but here we are
Summary :Jungkook finds out you never had an orgasm before.
A/N :Probably one of the last drabbles I’ll write before my finals. Inspired by a dream, don’t ask. Feedback or a questions, everything is here !
“You’re lying.”, stated Jungkook, confidence dripping from his words. He had dropped his phone on his bed, one of his legs extended to the end of the matress, the other bended against his chest. You couldn’t see him, laying on your back, facing the ceiling of his room, but you could feel his eyes on you.
Rubbing your palms against your eyes, your groaned, wishing your best friend never started this conversation.
“Jungkook, I’m not lying okay.”, you sighed, leaving the back of your hands on your forehead. “Can we stop talking about this now ?”, you whined.
The boy stayed silent for a bit, and you thought that for once, just for once, he would let go. But that’s not knowing Jeon Jungkook.
“So you don’t know what an orgasm feels like ?”, he asked and you rolled your eyes, silently cursing your best friend.
It was just a normal conversation at first, until Jungkook started talking about his exploits. Again, it wasn’t a new thing, you and your best friend were comfortable talking about sex, but only if it was his sex life, because your sex life was inexistent. You never talked about it to Jungkook, but you thought he knew you were a virgin; apparently not.
“No.”, you answered, feeling heat rise on your cheeks, damn you just wanted to sink in the floor.
Silent filled the room again, before you felt the matress move. Crawling beside you, Jungkook layed on his stomach, supporting himself with his elbow. His eyes were still on you, but you couldn’t dare look at him, heart beating a bit too fast, talking about such an intimate thing was strange.
“Have you ever touched yourself ?”, purred Jungkook, and something immediately changed in the air. Was he really asking you this question ? He wasn’t going to let it slide, did he ?
“Y/N.”, called the boy, but his voice was still as loud as a whisper, as if he was afraid to talk louder, afraid to break something. Maybe he was afraid to break the thin confidence you were building up, finally answering.
“Yeah.”, but again, your voice was as quiet as his.
He moved again, your eyes finally catching his own. You would laugh at his way too serious face and furrowed eyebrows if you weren’t in such a situation. He released the bottom of his lips that he was unconsciously biting, getting a little bit closer to your body. One of his hand pressed on the matress beside you head, the sudden weight of his body making you groan.
“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing ?”, you asked. You wanted him to hear the annoyance in your voice, but the question fell in a breath as his head dropped way to close to your own.
“Don’t you want to know how it feels like ?”, he mewled, stroking your hair. Your breath got caught, the sudden change of attitude leaving you stunned. Your breath got heavier, swallowing again as your throat got awfully dry.
A gasp left your lips as Jungkook’s head dropped, not waiting for an answer. His lips pressing a line of kisses down your neck, his right hand stroking your side, lifting your shirt up little by little.
It felt like seeing your best friend in a new light. Strangely, you didn’t feel repulsed, quite the contrary, your skin was growing hotter and all you wanted to do was to push the boy’s head down, forcing him to kiss further down, dying to feel his fingertips linger on your skin.
Your body relaxed as he kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, but the feeling soon disappeared, a whine leaving your lips.
“Answer me.”, rasped Jungkook. He darted his tongue out, tracing the shape of your ear, his hand finally sneaking under your shirt, his thumb drawing circles above the hem of your underwear. “Do you wanna know ?”, he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“Yes.”, you gasped, catching your lower lips between your teeth. You were anxious in a way, he was your best friend after all. But stangely, you couldn’t see anyone else but Jungkook on top of you. You could feel the boy’s lips stretch in a smile against your ear, before attacking your neck again.
Your hand flew to his hair, your head thrown back, giving him more access.
“If something feels wrong, tell me and I’ll stop.”, he started, voice quiet as he looked into your eyes. And god, they were a shade darker, pupils blown wide, holding silent promises. “I want to make you feel good.”, he purred as you nodded after swallowing the built of saliva.
“Now, tell me. How do you touch yourself ?”, he husked, licking his lips.
Your throat went dry again, gasping for air. You didn’t know where that confidence came from, but you opened your mouth, carefully watching his reaction. “I tease myself throu-”, but you couldn’t finish your phrase, a gasp leaving your lips as Jungkook pressed a finger on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.
“Like that ?”, he cooed, a cocky smile streching his lips. You nodded, eager to see and feel his next move. Jungkook ran his finger along your folds, feeling the wet patch starting to form. “God, you’re already wet.”, he quietly laughed, catching his lip in his teeth. You wanted to respond, but you got cut off by a sigh leaving your mouth as Jungkook pressed his fingertip on your clit, rubbing small circles, his lips parting.
“What do you do next ?”, he breathed, eyes glued on you, your face, your body, how you reacted to his touchs. You inhale, trying to collect yourself, “Take my panties off and start rubbing my clit.”, and you couldn’t even believe the words leaving your mouth. But the thought left your mind as the boy on top of you followed your orders, pulling the fabric to the side, the air hitting your heat, his fingertip pressing on the nub, and you immediately felt intoxicated.
He knew what he was doing, his digit moving in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hips accidently bucked, Jungkook’s finger pressing harder as a moan left your lips.
“More.”, choked, lightly tugging the boy hair. He looked up, cheeks and lips rosy, before moving lower, placing a single kiss above the hem of your underwear. He stopped his movements, a whine leaving your lips. Spreading your wetness, he added another finger, parting your folds before lightly pushing in your entrance. Closing your eyes, his other hand grabbed your hair, tugging at it, exposing your neck as his lips started attacking your skin again.
Capturing your skin between his teeth, he softly bit on it, fully pushing his finger in. Your exhaled, trying to adjust with the new feeling. Jungkook silently waited, sucking on your neck.
“Jungkook”, you breathed, signaling him to move, and he understood, his finger pumping in and out. His name fell in a broken moan tumbling from your lips, a hiss escaping from his own, his pants starting to grow tighter. You closed your eyes as he added another finger, deliciously stretching your walls.
“Look at me.” he growled, he movements growing faster, his thumb drawing forms on your clit. Opening your eyes, you attempted to keep eye contact, trying not to roll your eyes as he curled his fingers. Your head moved backwards as your hips moved against his hand, the one he wasn’t using grabbing your jaw.
Hair falling in front of his eyes, he licked his lips, before crashing them on yours. A gasp left your lips, it’s not like you never kissed him, but behind every kiss was the taste of alcohol, but not in this one. Moving against each other, your body melted against his soft lips and his touch, moaning against his mouth.
Your mind was fogged, you didn’t know were to focus, the kiss growing sloppy as he bit your bottom lip. On the other hand, Jungkook was trying his best to stay focused on you, and not buck his hips against the matress, his bulge now clearly visible. His thumb started rubbing your clit again, a loud moan coming from your lips as you started feeling a thigh knot in your stomach, your walls tightening around his digits.
“Are you gonna cum ?”, purred Jungkook agaisnt your lips, his fingers moving faster. You could only nodd, closing your eyes as you felt your climax approach.
“Fuck, come for me.”, growled Jungkook, his own breath uneven.
A mixture of curse words and your best friend’s name left your lips, holding tightly to his hair. Your eyes watered, gasping for air, your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, and the earth stopped spinning as a last loud moan left your lips.
Chest falling and rising with every irregular breath, your tried to process everything, blinking a few times. You caught Jungkook holding his fingers in front of his mouth, before wrapping his lips around his digits, the taste of your arousal on his tongue.
Head still spinning, you detailled the boy in front of you, before finally opening your mouth.
“Do you need help with that ?”, you asked, a small smile on your face as you gestured to his bulge.
Please Know That I’m Yours to Keepby pressurerin ★ Summary: hogwarts!au; “Remember how I was making amortentia for my final potions project? Well, Isak ate some. And now…” Even gestured towards the way Isak was currently trying to lick his neck. OR; Even accidentally gives Isak a love potion.
I Guess I’m Floating by overestless Summary: Living with Isak causes Even to discover some of his habits.
all things soft and beautiful and bright by anathema (azirapha1e) Summary: Isak should’ve known it was a bad idea from the second he saw the Pinterest recipe, but - Well. He’s never claimed to be any good at saying no to Even.
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‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.
‘This is so crazy.’
“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”
[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.
Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].
She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.
‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’
He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?
She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.
“So.. Where are we going anyway?”
“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.
She liked his giggle, it was adorable.
She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.
He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”
“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”
“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”
“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”
Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!
“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.
“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.
“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”
‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’
“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?
She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.
She was only a human being.
He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”
“What do you mean she left with him?!”
“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”
Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”
Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.
“We need to find her. We need to find them.
[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000% sure he’d be still handsome with staples.
Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.
“So, how’s the look?”
Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was.
“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?
“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”
He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time.
He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.
Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.
“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.
Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.
[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.
“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”
In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.
“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”
She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.
“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.
“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.
“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”
They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.
On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.
Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!
You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?
I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?
Too tired of having straight A’s?
Or too tired of rules?
Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?
She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.
Can I get what my boys would be like in a relationship??
your wish is my command, nonny ☺️
guys also pls to remember persona takes place in japan so normal pda usually just goes as far as holding hands!! they’re not gonna make out in public unless they’re INCREDIBLY bold
this stoic boyo can sometimes, to outsiders, come across as being a bit cold or unfeeling
which is a complete and utter misconception
not ashamed of his s/o but he probably wouldn’t mention them excessively in conversation?
just a really private dude, he likes that he gets to have this person all to himself and give them the parts of himself that he doesn’t share much with other people
that kind of emotional intimacy rly rly gets to him bc he craaaves that kind of bond with another person
probably not super big on the pda, not because of a lack of confidence but because he’d want to leave that up to his partner (& again, private boyo)
he’d be down to hold hands if they were but he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable
it’s probably his first relationship tbh he didn’t really get close to people before the game but he’d still be cool as a cucumber bc that’s how he is just in general
behind closed doors tho boy is always in contact with his s/o, has a hand on their arm or an arm around their shoulders or leaning together or touching knees. it’s kind of new for him to have people who want to be around him so he’s taking advantage of the opportunity.
he’s a v confident partner, usually initiating most physical intimacy
he L O V E S to fluster his s/o, get them red and stuttering with his teasing
a quiet but comforting presence when he’s not teasing them mercilessly
this LOUD BOY is very LOUD about his s/o
constantly bragging about them and showing them off
he does the will smith thing to introduce them to new people
(ok maybe he doesn’t actually do that but he threatens to and it gets a kick out of his s/o being like “wtf no what’s wrong with you!!”)
actually super shy about pda, will blush up a sTORM if he gets hugs or hand holds. he’ll reciprocate hesitantly and but be beet red the whole time
THE WHOLE TIME u guys
is terrible at flirting. like the literal worst; puns and bad pickup lines. and he knows it but for the s/o he can’t resist.
also p confident in the relationship tho?? like he doesn’t second-guess himself on his s/o’s feelings even if he does second-guess whether he deserves them
spoiler alert: ofc he deserves them
usually the one to initiate anything physical between himself and s/o but he also likes to be surprised when they wrap an arm around his waist or his shoulders or come in for a kiss.
super loves kissing, this guy
also a huge cuddler, he’ll get right up on in there and just drape himself over his s/o while they’re maybe not paying as much attention to him
so this oblivious boy here only knows about two things alright
those two things are art and being hungry food
he’s never dated anyone or even been interested in dating anyone? like honestly it just really never crossed his mind, he’s such an oblivious bean
but then s/o comes along and all of a sudden he’s thinking about more than painting and his empty stomach food. he’s thinking about their hair in the sunlight and how they stand in this particular way and their face when they smile
yusuke would never ever let his s/o think they’re any less beautiful than they are to him. he’d fill entire sketchbooks and half of his portfolio with portraits and drawings and watercolors of them–you name the medium and he’s getting his hands dirty in it trying to show them how he sees them
he’s so passionate and intense about everything of course he’d be the same about his s/o, too. describing them at length to other people using flowery words and possibly sounding like he’s about to cry from their sheer loveliness
yusuke would also be unable to keep his hands to himself when it comes to his s/o. when they’re out in public he has to be touching them practically at all times. arms around the waist or around their shoulders, holding hands, sitting close so their legs touch. it’s entirely unconscious
and when they’re alone and he’s not taking the time to add another sketch to his collection, he’s running his hands up and down their arms, tangling his fingers in their hair, nosing at their neck. he loves to take in every detail and texture so he can pour the passion into his artwork later
obv he’s pretty confident and outgoing, and initiates contact with them fairly often, but he’s not really a dominating personality in the relationship
there would be a lot of give and take
so in the end now yusuke thinks about three things
art, how his stomach is growling food, and his s/o
alright so like
goro has two kind of “modes” when it comes to people and relationships
there’s goro the “detective prince” who is on tv and always polite and courteous and appropriate
and then there’s goro at home who is…significantly less family friendly
in public he’d be all about quietly broadcasted signs of affection, like brushing his s/o’s cheek with his hand or leaning in close to look in their eyes or holding hands in a way that’s subtle but easy to photograph.
because he’s all about that pr, you know, he knows what to do to get the cameras going and tabloids rolling out the articles. nothing too overt or inappropriate would ever happen in public because he’s trying to keep his image
when asked about his relationship with s/o he’d be carefully discreet, citing their privacy and saying he can’t give details but always gushing a little anyway because he “just can’t help it”
in private, though, he’s almost an entirely different person
a very hungry lover, with a possessive grip around s/o’s wrist or waist, leaning on them all the time and choosing to speak directly in their ear when he can because he loves the way it makes them shiver
he’d be kind of overwhelming in his intensity and almost always have control of the situation
also??? v jealous. doesn’t like to see his s/o with other people he sees as a threat to their relationship.
he’ll sometimes even forget that he’s got to maintain a public image and will take a possessive hold on s/o to keep them “safe” with him
and holy jeez is he ever protective
(he’ll totally ruin ur life if you dare say a word against his s/o)
lol i know y’all prolly don’t wanna hear about him BUT I LOVE THIS BOY
complete and total oblivious nerd
he wouldn’t even realize he and s/o were dating until like the third or forth time they went out somewhere and s/o tried to kiss him
not even lying, he’d probably assume s/o was just joking around when they were flirting with him
(look his canon experiences have him w a r y of making assumptions anymore ok)
he’s such a dork, it’d be his first relationship and he’d have no idea what’s expected of him at all and do p much everything wrong
tries to “dress up” for the first date he’s aware is a date and fails utterly
tries to act more tough/manly/impressive/whatever because he thinks that’s what people are into
he has to have it explained to him that s/o likes him for HIM not for all these things he thinks s/o will like u dummy!!! just let them kiss u jeez
not confident at all, usually waits for s/o to take the lead
sometimes has unrealistic expectations of how a date or social event is supposed to go this poor young lech has no idea what he’s doing
but man he’d still love his s/o so much, he’d totally adore them and want to shower them with as much affection as possible he’d just be terrified of getting it wrong
always up for literally anything no matter the time or place and lack of experience is made up for by sheer eagerness
don’t imagine dan and phil shopping for the perfect new piano
don’t imagine dan pulling phil over to instrument after instrument, testing out the keys and the benches and phil grinning fondly the entire time
don’t imagine dan picturing where the piano will end up and getting the dorkiest little smile when he thinks of all the new songs he can learn
don’t imagine phil taking a step back and watching dan in his element, still wowed by his impeccable talent
don’t imagine dan suddenly stopping, a look of awe upon his face as he turns and whispers to phil, “this one. this is the one,“ his voice full of emotion as phil gazes back just as adoringly
don’t imagine phil flipping over the price tag, his eyes bugging out slightly, but then shrugging because hell, they could afford 5 of these pianos and besides, dan deserves only the absolute best
don’t imagine the shivers running down dan’s back when the piano is finally delivered, and the little dance he does with phil around his (their) room when he finally gets to revel in how aesthetically perfect it looks and how well it plays
most of all, don’t imagine dan finally sitting down at that piano like a true virtuoso, his fingers deftly producing the gorgeous melodies of his and phil’s favorite songs, and phil’s entire being flooding with pride and affection, his face glowing and eyes shining as he reaches out to stroke their dog lying on the bed with him, feeling utterly at bliss and grateful beyond words for this new place that seems to be bringing out the best in both him and dan, this place where they’ll probably spend the rest of their lives together
I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz
Warnings: mention of rape
A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.
You sat on
your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was
always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window
tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in
front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your
bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of
six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out
with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced
you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck.
“What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you.
Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark,
but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath
against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back
and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone
around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you
mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed,
sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You
were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with
the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing
videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in.
He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to
provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her
outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he
wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce
raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping
and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that
Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do
or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if
something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you
are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry
written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need
to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands
into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He
looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your
head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?”
He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled,
walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone,
while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered
after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that
Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I
want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your
hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into
the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek
comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always
made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him
so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind
his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned
him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears
you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him
tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged
You lay in
your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his
heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your
back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw
him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that
smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing
could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly
grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your
stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing
spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know
how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face,
almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at
that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You
hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush
creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on
his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled
when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling,
after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a
short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your
headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet
kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent
and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised.
Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought
you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When
Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the
same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw
up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling
shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit
it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not
exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit.
I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him
by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning
the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love
you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and
sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the
same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my
calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You
walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because
I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No
because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to
yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You
laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day
in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking,
while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing
his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into
another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby.
I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you
over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the
rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and
for that night everything was perfect.
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Warnings: [N/A] Fandom:Marvel
It was the end of Spanish class and Peter was making his way to his locker when he heard a familiar voice call to him from behind.
“Peter hey! Wait up” he turned to see you, one of the prettiest girls in school, not to mention Of of the smartest waving at him. To be honest Peter was surprised you even knew his name. He even looked around to see if there were any other Peter’s around just to make sure you were talking to him.
“M…me?” He stammered once you approached. You let out a sweet laugh at his flustered reaction.
“Yeah you doofess” you said playfully hitting him in the arm. If he could without looking like an idiot Peter would have punched himself in the face. What a stupid response.
Peter’s liked you for a long time. Like he’s already said you’re pretty, smart, but also down to earth and really nice. You sat beside him in math and history and always said hi to him but because of his own awkwardness the conversation would never go past a greeting. Jesus Christ he’s never even heard you say his name because no matter how much you tried he never tried to talk back to you, just because he was too scared of looking like an idiot. Things were going to be different now though, becoming Spiderman has given him a new sense of confidence. He wasn’t going to run and hide anymore. He was going to have an actual conversation with you like a normal guy.
“So anyway Peter” you continued “heard a rumour that you’re friends with Spiderman. Is it true?“.
He takes back what he just said, now was a good time to run and hide. Peter instantly felt himself start to start to sweat at your question. This was all Ned’s fault. If he hadn’t blurted that out in front of the entire gym this wouldn’t even be happening. Yet again, if he hadn’t he probably wouldn’t be talking to you outside of class either.
Peter stumbled upon his words for a second or two but after taking a deep breath he managed to give you a clear and proper answer. <br>
“A…ah yeah I do. It’s no big deal” he said shooting you a nervous grin “he’s a nice guy”.
“Really? That’s so cool-”.
“Don’t listen to Parker” Flash Thompson said appearing out of no where and wrapping his arm around you’re neck. You and Peter both cringed. Flash was the opposite of you yet he acted like you two were dating. It made Peter’s blood boil. <br>
“Come on, this is the guy who I heard was going to build the Death Star out of legos after school one day-”.
“Death Star? You like Star Wars?”.
Once again you found a way to surprise Peter. Smart, pretty, nice, down to earth, and a nerd. You were becoming even more appealing by the second. <br>
“Oh yeah” Peter chuckled “me and Ned are building it”.
“That’s not the point” Flash interrupted once again “Parker’s a nobody. Why would a guy like Spiderman give him the time of day? He’s obviously lying”.
“Oh please” you replied with a roll of the eyes “I mean Peter’s probably the nicest guy that goes to this school. He’s probably never lied a day in his life. I believe him” you finished shooting Peter a sweet grin that could have made anyone’s heart start to beat out of their chests. His cheeks went pink at your words. He couldn’t help but feel guilty because that wasn’t true. The past few months of his life have only been a lie.
“Whatever so [Y/N] want to get something to eat after school?” Flash asked with a smirk.
“Er ah Flash I would ah love too… but I have to do something after school, sorry?”.
Peter couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug as he watched Flash walk away looking defeated, he immediately felt bad for it though. Once Flash was gone you turned to Peter.
“If you couldn’t already tell I’m not actually doing anything after school. Maybe you can ask your friend Spiderman if he’d like to stop by my place?”.
“Ah [Y/N] I don’t think I can…”.
“Jeez Peter I was joking” you laughed “no dear god don’t ask Spiderman to show up at my house. I don’t want to look like a crazy fangirl. But… you know I’d actually really like it if you stopped by tonight. We could hang out? Talk about that Death Star of yours?”.
He felt as if he couldn’t breath. You of all people were inviting him over to hang out? This was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him. Well besides being bit by that radioactive spider…
“Y…yeah that would be awesome!… I mean s…sure why not?” He said desperately trying to act as casual as possible.
“Fantastic, you know where I live right?”.
“Yeah of course I do… Crap that sounded really creepy what I meant was that I’ve been there a couple times for parties and stuff. I’ll be there around six if that’s okay?”.
“Sounds great” you said giving him one last smile “I’ll see you then” with that you turned away. Peter didn’t take his eyes off you until you completely disappeared down the hall.
Peter arrived at your house thirty minutes late. He got held up stopping a bunch of bank robbers and showed up at your house still in his suit, which he had to change out of behind a bush in your backyard.
Once he successfully stuffed his costume into his backpack, he raced to your front door and rang the door bell. A few minutes later you were in the doorway grinning back at him.
“Hey look it’s Peter I suck at being on time Parker” you teased not looking actually upset. In fact maybe Peter was imagining it but you looked almost relieved to see him, as if you were scared he wouldn’t show up. As if he’d ever do that. He’d have to be crazy to stand you up.
“I’m so sorry I had to help my aunt”.
“Don’t worry about it just come inside” you said ushering him inside. Peter gave your parents a quick greeting then you lead him upstairs to your bedroom. Your house was really nice, definitely better then his apartment in Queens. Peter couldn’t help but look at the family photos hanging on the walls. After all these years your smile managed to stay just as pearly white. There were a lot of photos of you and your friends from school too. You really seemed to have it made.
“I’m happy you came over Peter” you said once you both entered your bedroom and you shut the door behind you “you’re in a bunch of my classes and I’ve always wanted to hang out, you seemed really nice. I’m happy we’re finally doing it now”.
“Me too” he replied sitting down on your bed. Soon the smile on his face faded into a frown. He wasn’t being honest with himself. No way someone like you who had a nice house, such good looks, and so many friends would want to be around someone like him.
“Look I know you’re only talking to me because I know Spiderman or whatever” he finally muttered making your smile vanish as well.
“Are you joking?! Peter the Spiderman thing was just an excuse so I could start a conversation with you. I mean all we’ve ever said to each other before was hello. I really like you for you. You’re smart, funny, sweet. Honestly I would have tried to talk to you before but I didn’t think you liked me. You know because whenever I try to talk to you you hardly respond”.
Peter went red.
“Oh that. That was really only because I was nervous about talking to you”.
“It seems like we’ve both have been wasting a lot of time huh?”.
“Well I don’t want to waste anymore time then” you said popping down on the bed beside him “tell me about Peter Parker and for gods sake don’t bring up Spider-Man. I just want to know about you”.
Ironically if Peter was to tell you truthfully everything about himself he’d have to bring up Spider-Man but just as you requested he skipped through that part.
You two talked for what felt like hours. He told you about his Aunt and you made him promise to introduce you to her. He learned a lot about you too. You both laughed a ton, turns out you were really funny. Another thing to add to the list of things that made you amazing.
Eventually your dad knocked on the door and announced that it was time for him to go so reluctantly you walked him downstairs to the front door.
“This was fun. Really Peter I can’t remember the last time I met someone so easy to talk to. Thanks for stopping by”.
“Trust me it was my pleasure. Thank you for putting up with me for this long” he chuckled making you laugh once again. Did he mention that your laugh was cute because it was. If he could have it as if ringtone without it being creepy he would.
“See you tomorrow Pete” you said and too his great shock you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Even after you closed the door he was left standing on your porch blushing like a maniac. He said before that being bit by a radioactive spider was the best day of his life. That was lie. Today was by far the best day of his life.
Hello! Here’s a request I’ve been working on; I had fun with this one!
Request: @dragoncharmwitch - Could you make a text where you’re michael’s older sister and he finds out you fancy ash. And the boys set you up please :) // Sorry this one took so long!
Title: Brother’s Best Friend
Summary: When her brother and his friends find out that Y/N has a crush on Ashton, they decide to take action.
Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Nothing horrible.
“Shit,” you mutter, digging through the refrigerator. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you turn around and run a hand through your hair. “Michael!” you shout. You wait a few moments and, when he doesn’t reply, you cup your hands around your mouth and yell a bit louder. “Michael!”
You hear a muffled “What,” from upstairs and groan in frustration.
“You took the last bottle of water, you prick!” you call again, but you’re met with silence. Naturally, of course; you can only assume your brother is in his bedroom with the door closed, his music up loud, and his headset glued to his ears so he can talk to his friends as he plays his video games. “Moron,” you grumble to yourself, slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing your keys from the table. Looks like you’re making a grocery run. Oh, well. You need snacks, anyway.
You head to the door, but when you open it you yelp in surprise as you nearly collide with another body. “What the hell!” you exclaim, blinking in surprise before your gaze focuses on a face you know all too well.
“Well, hello to you too, Y/N,” Ashton says with a cheeky grin.
You roll your eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Move over, Irwin,” you tell him, and you can only hope your face isn’t as red as a tomato.
So maybe you have a tiny, little crush on your brother’s friend. You’re honestly not sure how someone with a working pair of eyes couldn’t have a crush on Ashton. The guy is gorgeous. Half of your grade drools over him, including you. You suppose you’re lucky that he’s one of Michael’s best friends, granting you opportunities to see him outside of school several times a week, although you never quite understood why Ashton hangs out with a bunch of kids in the year below him.
“Well, what’s the password?” Ashton quips in regard to your demand, crossing his arms. He unknowingly flexes in the process, and your heart skips a beat.
“The password,” you say, still smiling, “is back up before I make you.”
Ashton lets out a laugh (you’re pretty sure a swarm of butterflies was just set loose in your stomach) and steps away. “As much as I’d like to accept your challenge, Y/N,” he says, “you’re awfully intimidating when you threaten.”
Your smile grows and you step out of the doorway, making your way down the driveway before turning around to glance at Ashton. You could swear he just winked at you before he walked into the house, but you tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking. Still, though, after you’ve settled behind the wheel of your car, you pull out your phone to text your friend.
Ashton Irwin just got here and the boy looks too good. I have actual tears in my eyes.
You add a heart-eyed emoji at the end of the message for exaggeration before you toss your phone into the center console and start up the car.
“Honey, I’m home,” you mutter sarcastically as you walk through the door. You’re juggling a six-pack of bottled water and two grocery bags as you stumble into the kitchen, dropping everything onto the counter at the first chance you get. You hear laughter from upstairs and realize that Michael has a few other friends over as well as Ashton; probably Luke and Calum.
You set to work putting away the few groceries you bought and take a bottle of water for yourself. You hear footsteps behind you, and when you turn around you see Michael standing behind you. “Uh, hi?” you say with a frown. Your brother looks slightly puzzled as he scratches at the back of his neck.
“Do you like Ashton?” he asks bluntly.
You blink, taken slightly aback by the question. “I—what? I mean, yeah. Obviously I like him. I kinda have to, considering he’s your friend and—”
“No,” Michael shakes his head. “Not like, platonically or anything. I mean it as in, like… more than platonically?”
A feeling of unease settles over you. How would he—
And then your eyes widen. You reach for your phone, quickly unlocking it and opening your messages. “Fuck,” you whisper when you realize that you didn’t, in fact, send your Ashton-related text to your friend Michaela, but instead to Michael. Damn them and their similar names.
You look up from your phone and notice that Michael is still there, standing awkwardly. “I…” you begin, trying to figure out the best way to word your next sentence. It’s no use lying at this point, you figure. Might as well admit. “I… find him… attractive,” you say, and it comes out sounding more like a question than anything else.
“You think Ashton is attractive?” Michael repeats, furrowing his brow.
“Yes?” you reply sheepishly, cringing slightly.
Michael shakes his head and you think you might die from awkwardness. There’s no way he won’t tell Ashton. Even worse, Ashton probably already saw the message. Shit, shit, shit, sh—
“I mean, coming from a straight guy, you’re not wrong.”
“Huh?” you ask, looking at your brother. Michael only shrugs.
“Ashton Irwin is an attractive male,“ he clarifies. “I’m straight, not blind.”
“Wait…” you begin, “so you’re not like, mad or anything?”
“I mean I’m not gonna lie, it kinda weirds me out,” Michael admits, “but in all honesty I think he’s sort of into you too, something I will never be able to understand—”
“—but, I guess it’s whatever. You guys flirt all the time and it’s kinda nasty, so Luke and Cal and I talked it over and figured we might as well help you guys out.”
At this point, you’re thoroughly confused. So, Michael is okay with the fact that you like Ashton? And he thinks Ashton likes you too? And he and his other friends are going to help you out? “What… what does that even mean?” you say skeptically.
“Just don’t worry about it,” Michael sighs. “It wasn’t my idea; Luke just thinks he’s a genius or something. I’m gonna go back upstairs now before I puke at the thought of you dating one of my best friends.”
“O-okay?” you stutter, watching as your younger brother heads back upstairs. You press a hand to your forehead and lean against the counter, letting out a deep breath.
What the hell just happened?
You groan as you hear Michael’s voice from down the hall. You just got comfortable on your bed. “What?” you holler back.
You don’t receive a reply, and you groan again, closing your laptop and standing up from your spot. Stretching your back, you slowly pad your way down the hall to Michael’s bedroom. The door is closed, so you knock. “Mike, what the hell do you want?” you demand. You can hear laughter and gunshots, meaning they’re still glued to their video game. “Mi—” you’re about to knock one more time before the door opens to reveal your brother’s friend Calum.
“Oh,” he says. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi?” you frown, trying to peer around him into the room. “Why did you guys call?”
Michael materializes behind Calum and grins. “We sent Ashton into the garage.”
“Congratulations,” you deadpan. “Why, though?”
“We told him to find a ball. We want to play some pickup in the yard,” calls Luke from his spot in front of the TV.
“Cool…” you say, your frown deepening.
“We’re in the middle of a game, so could you just go help him?” Michael suggests, rolling his eyes.
You make a face of exasperation, letting out a sigh when you realize what’s going on. “Seriously, you guys?”
“Take the opportunity or leave it, Y/N,” says Michael. “Naturally I’d prefer for you to leave it, but I’m outnumbered.”
You look up at Calum and he shrugs, smiling innocently at you. “We just want to play some football.”
You close your eyes and press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “Fine,” you say finally. “I will go help Ashton look for a ball.”
Without another word, you turn and head back down the hall.
You wish you were wearing something other than sweatpants and a tank top as you step into the garage, where Ashton is rummaging through the piles of junk. “Need a hand?” you call, straining to see him.
“Huh?” his head pokes around from behind a cardboard box and he grins when he realizes it’s you. “Oh. Hey, Y/N. How’d you know I was struggling out here?”
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just had a feeling. I can always tell when there’s a damsel in distress nearby.”
Ashton stands to his full height and stretches. “Damsel in distress?” he asks. “I take offense to that. Very emasculating.”
“It’s the twenty-first century,” you tell him. “Nothing should be emasculating. But, if it makes you feel any better, Mike and the other guys told me to help you.”
“Ah, so they’re the ones who can sense a person in distress.”
“More-or-less,” you agree, stepping forward. “So, you can’t find a ball.”
“I’m afraid you’re correct,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair and glancing around.
You follow his line of vision, looking around the garage before your gaze lands on exactly what you’re looking for. “Well,” you say triumphantly, walking over to a box hidden behind Michael’s old bicycle that he’s used maybe like once in his entire life and reaching over to grab the black-and-white ball. “Clearly you didn’t look very hard.”
Ashton purses his lips and exhales through his nose. “Guess not.”
You giggle and walk back over to where he’s standing, holding the ball out. However, when he goes to grab it, you pull it back toward you. “You know, this is gonna cost you,” you snicker, looking at him with arched eyebrows.
“Oh, really?” he replies with a grin, stepping closer. In response, you take a step back. You nod, and his smile grows. “Well, what’s your price?”
“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your lips and looking up. “I think—” Before you can finish your sentence, Ashton lunges forward and grabs the ball. However, you had a strong grip on it and as a result, he pulled you forward as well. You end up a few inches away from him and laugh nervously, hoping your face isn’t growing red at the proximity. “You think you’re quick!” you remark, looking up at him and immediately wishing you didn’t.
The two of you hold eye contact for what can’t be more than one second before he speaks, but you’re like 80% sure it really lasts closer to five minutes (have his eyes always had that much green in them?), before he speaks. “Actually,” he says lowly, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching, “I know I’m quick.”
You steel yourself and tilt your head to the side in faux innocence. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” you challenge.
“You want proof?”
“Yep,” you smirk. “Full proof, and maybe an essay written in MLA format with—”
Your sentence is cut off by Ashton’s hands on either side of your face and his lips on yours. You drop the ball, letting it bounce away across the concrete. You’re about to respond when Ashton breaks the kiss. “You talk too much,” he says, smiling at you. “How’s that for quick?”
You’re pretty sure you resemble a fish right now, your jaw dropping only for your mouth to snap closed, then fall open again as you try to process what the hell just happend. “Oh my god.”
Ashton’s expression changes to one of fear, maybe doubt, and he lets go of your face. “Wait, did I overstep?” he asks, taking a step back. “Shit, Y/N, I thought… should I not have…? Shit, I’m sorry, I—”
This time, however, you’re the quick one. Having (mostly) recovered from the first kiss, you don’t waste any time in closing the distance between the two of you, lightly grabbing the material at the collar of his singlet and pulling him toward you. “And you said I talk too much,” you say before leaning forward.
It feels nice to kiss Ashton. He’s good at it. The two of you break apart again, only to grin at each other and lean in once more. “You’re supposed to be bringing that ball up to the other guys,” you remind him against his lips, and he lets out a breathy laugh in response.
“They can wait a little bit longer.”
So where does this leave us?
You chew on your lip anxiously as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, and you close your eyes when you tap it. The familiar whoosh of your message sending causes you to cringe. Do you sound desperate? Clingy?
Ashton and the other guys left about a half hour ago. The garage incident escalated to a brief makeout session before you and Ashton finally decided you were gone for too long. Exchanging awkward smiles, he left the garage and you followed a few minutes later. You didn’t see him for the rest of the night.
So now here you are, sitting on the couch while a movie plays on the TV and serves as background noise to your inner suspense.
Suddenly the telltale bubble appears on Ashton’s side of the screen, showing that he’s typing. “Shit,” you mutter. You close your messaging app and wait for his message to come through, and when it does, your heart lurches anxiously.
You tell me, princess.
You roll your eyes before typing back a quick response.
Don’t do that. You kissed me first.
He continues to type and your heart rate picks up. You look up at the TV in front of you. A clearly-suspenseful scene is playing out, and the lead character’s heartbeat is illustrated through the pounding of drums. Me too, you relate. A whoosh tells you that Ashton has replied.
I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m into you, if you couldn’t tell earlier. And it seemed an awful like you’re into me, too. So, I’d like to act on this mutual interest, as long as you’re up for it.
You bite your lip again, but this time it isn’t out of nerve. You fight a smile as you type back.
Sounds good to me.
Oh, but you’re not asking me out over text. Just a heads up.
When Ashton’s reply comes in, you can’t help but kick your legs and laugh out of giddiness.
Wouldn’t have it any other way. Talk to you tomorrow xx
“You’re welcome, by the way,” comes Michael’s voice as he enters the room with a soda in his hand, plopping down on the recliner that rests diagonal from the couch you’re on. He takes a swig from the aluminum can and raises an eyebrow smugly.
“Shut up,” you tell him, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad. The smile on your face is more than enough proof.
Warnings: angst, mention of blood, mention of stitches, fluff
Prompt: Sam and the reader are taken by a wendigo. Things look scary, then scarier before they finally start looking up.
A/N: Special thanks to @impala-dreamer for betaing. There are two prompts used in this fic and thanks to @lipstickandwhiskey for providing the prompts: “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me” & “”Do you still have your blindfold on?” His voice came from where he was dangling next to you. “Yes.” “Promise me you won’t take it off.” Both will be bolded.
“Sam!” The voice was muffled, blocked by rows and rows of rock. “Sammy!” It was unmistakably Dean. Dean! Where was Dean? Where was Sam? Where were you?
“Dean,” you bellowed. Your voice was weak and hoarse, barely reaching the person beside you.
“Y/N?” You breathed a sigh of relief at the sound. Sam’s voice; right next to you.
“Sam!” you cried, struggling to move your arms. You pulled at the ropes, grunting when you couldn’t pull yourself free.
Somebody stop me. I shouldn’t be allowed to do this anymore. Also, I don’t like how this ends so I’m sorry for that…this also goes from 0-100 really quick
Warning:Spanking, choking, daddy kink
“Never have I ever choked someone or been choked,” Michael said watching as two of his four friends took a shot of tequila, Michael not surprised at all that y/n had, but was very surprised when Luke was the one joining her for the shot. They were seated in Ashton’s hotel room that he was sharing with y/n on her two week stay with the boys during their break.“Jesus christ, Luke.”
“What?” the youngest of the group asked laughing as he high fived y/n, neither holding shame in their eyes. “I wasn’t the one into it. I just aim to please.”
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: Angst & Smut Word count: 3,592
Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.
A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles. SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual.
He believed you didn’t know.
Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.
But you knew.
You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.
He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.
So to celebrate my recent graduation I decided to finally revise and post this, whatever it is. I hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: polyamourous!Yoonseok x Reader ★
Genre: smut, pwp ★
Words: 5.7k ★
Summary: coming home you expect it to be empty, only to be greeted with a pleasant surprise… (set during BST era). ★
Rate: NC-17 ★
Warnings: oral sex, anal sex, double teaming, man on man. There’s a lot of filthy stuff, please refrain to read if you’re under 18, I do not take responsability for this.
BTS Reaction - Their s/o is scared of thunder/lightning storms
Anonymous said: BTS react when their “love of life” calling to them in the middle of the night, crying, sobbing and being freaking scared 1)because she hear some noise in the flat 2)and maybe if I can another one react because she’s scared about storm (its me😂)
okay this is gonna be really fluffy and also under a read more because its loooong
You lie awake listening to the pouring rain as your boyfriend snores beside you. You’re too anxious to do anything, and poor Namjoon needs his sleep. At the crack of the thunder in the distance, you jump and begin pacing the floor. You always get scared during these storms, but prefer to ride them out alone in case your anxiety over them bothers Namjoon.
The lightning brightens the room for milliseconds before everything fades back to black, dark circles swimming in your vision. The thunder that followed must’ve somehow awoken Namjoon, who’s eyes cracked open to see you pacing the floor.
“Babe,” he said, his voice laced with sleep, “what are you doing?”
Your head whips in the direction of his voice, and you can see his head lifted off the pillow in flashes from the lightning. He’s waiting for an answer, you realize, so you pause your pacing and look down at the floor.
“I’m scared.” You said quietly, and you hear Namjoon move the covers off of himself and he’s behind you within seconds. Wrapping an arm around you, he puts his chin in the crook of your neck just as another crack of thunder omits.
You spin around and press yourself against his chest, hands in fists resting below his collarbones, forehead pushed against his shoulder. His arms stay around you and he holds you close to him and quietly whispers, “Don’t be scared, you have me here to protect you.”