rather than actually laugh

anonymous asked:

Gif reaction of who would try turning you on from across a busy room?

Namjoon: He’d be too interested in his phone, watching things like music vids *cough* porn *cough* Seokjin laugh compilations etc. Rather than paying attention to what’s actually happening around him.

Jimin: This sneaky fucker would do it all the time. When the others in the room direct their attention elsewhere, probably to Namjoon’s phone screen.

He’d catch your gaze and slowly guide his hand to his pants, gently rubbing over them and biting his lip. He’d grin smugly seeing you blush bright red.

Originally posted by chokemejimin

Seokjin: He’d smile attractively, taking in your good looks but would be too nervous to do any rude gestures in a room full of people.

Originally posted by yo-seokjin

Jungkook: I doubt he’d even be in the room at this point. Probably be upstairs furiously playing overwatch.

Originally posted by jungcookthedinner

Taehyung: He’d be upfront with it pushing ‘subtlety’ aside. Smirking when he caught your attention, he’d wink and push himself back on his chair a little more, opening his legs and pushing his head back slightly, moaning loud enough for you to hear.

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

Yoongi: Seductively licking his lips was definitely his forte. Locking eyes with you, he’d smirk with his eyes darkening. Seeing you blush, he’d tilt his head slightly purposely exposing his neck. He’d point to the ceiling and mouth “upstairs?” not caring if anyone saw him.

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Jhope: He’d most likely be with a group of people, laughing and joking around. Although you’d caught his eye multiple times, he wouldn’t try anything rude with everyone near him but he’d smile shyly and give you a cheeky wink.

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

Pink Spotlight || Kim Jongdae (Chen)

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 720

Kim Jongdae + Idol!Reader + Fluff


—In which the show host started shipping you and Jongdae on live television.


“Your album will be released later this week and it’s already one of the most talked about albums right now! How does that make you feel?”

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The crew answering the question of who they’d follow in the apocalypse really cracked me up. “Link would probably kill you!” “Rhett would probably kill you too, he’d just be nicer about it!”

TITLE: I Think I Loaf You 
PAIRING: Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen (with some side Alana Beck/Zoe Murphy)
WORD COUNT: 2527
SUMMARY: Connor tags along to his sister’s wedding cake tasting and happens upon the most awkward, adorable baker in existence.
NOTES: I just really love The Great British Baking Show, and this is what happened. Also, a pretty soft Connor/a little ooc, but he’s also gone through some positive change, so yay? Sorry about the title. You can also read this on Ao3 here.


Connor wasn’t at all sure how he got roped into this shit, but there he was, being dragged along by his sister for a wedding cake tasting. He knew that if this was six years ago she could have held a gun to his head and he still wouldn’t have agreed to come along, but, well, they’d come a long way. Such a long way that he was apparently willing to suffer through all this pre-wedding decision making, and that she actually asked him to in the first place.

Whatever. At least he’d get to eat.

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The Weasley children

Bill: Bill is this tall, long haired, proud redhead who wears rings and looks hardcore but who wouldn’t want to trade his family in for anything.

Charlie: Charlie always writes letters to his siblings making sure they’re hydrated and asking what Molly made for dinner and talking about dragons. He’s also a sarcastic shitlord.

Percy: Perce might seem stuck up but being raised in such a large family he just had to work hard to get noticed - he hates having to show emotions.

Fred: Always really loud and comes off as ignorant but he actually just prefers to have a laugh rather than feel sad.

George: Yes, he loves Freddie to bits but he also likes peace and quiet so he helps Molly in the kitchen and has become a fantastic cook. 

Ron: Being so brave, fun, smart yet awkward cowardly his family are always entertained by his reactions to things. His smile is abnormally contagious.

Ginny: Everyone thinks “oh a girl” She’s so sweet" but Ginny fucking Weasley could take on every one of her brothers AND Voldemort himself if she had to.

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Encouragement |Josh Pieters|

Summary - An imagine in which Josh needs a little bit of encouragement to do what makes him happy.

Word Count - 1,506

Warnings - N/A

As you walked into your apartment, you were surprised to find the place completely deserted.

Putting your bag on the work top in the kitchen, you rummaged through it until you felt your phone before pulling it out and scrolling through your contacts until you landed on his name.

Josh.

A picture of you both popped up once you pressed call and you smiled slightly to yourself as you held the phone to your ear.

The phone continued to ring out, until it reached Josh’s answer phone and sighing, you hung up and shoved your phone back into your pocket before walking out of the flat again.

Josh was your very best friend, despite what the other guys believed to be true. Friends was as far as yours and Josh’s relationship would ever go, and you both loved it that way. But Josh had been acting very strange lately, he had been avoiding his friends, you being the only exception, he had been quiet and not his usual laughing, loud, outgoing self and it was very weird to see him acting the complete opposite how he usually acts.

Sighing as your phone reached Josh’s voicemail again, you decided to actually leave him a message this time.

“Josh, its Y/N. Well I’m sure you know that because your phone will tell you that considering you have my name in your contacts,” you rolled your eyes at your own stupidity. “Can you just give me a call? Or a text telling me where you are? I’m worried.”

You hung up and put your phone in your jeans pocket once again.

You sat on a bench that was outside the block of apartments where you and Josh were currently living, trying to rack your brains to think where Josh could possibly be.

You doubted he would be with any of his friends at the minute, seeing as he had been ignoring them all lately. Josh hadn’t been doing it on purpose, you guessed. He hadn’t been himself for weeks.

Shaking your head, you took your phone out of your pocket once more as it started vibrating against your leg. You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when it wasn’t Josh, but nevertheless, you answered it.

“Hey Joe, everything okay?” You asked, trying your hardest to hide the worry in your voice.

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine.” Joe answered.

“Have you seen Josh?” You asked, it was better to get to the point than beat around the bush.

“Funnily enough, he’s with me now. His phone died and he wanted me to tell you where he was.” Joe smiled slightly. Obviously he could sense that you were worried about your friend.

You let out a deep breath as you felt a weight lift from your chest.

“Great. I’ll be over in a few.” You told Joe, before hanging up and you started making your way to Joe’s flat, as you knew the route by memory.

You were a little shocked that Josh had turned up at Joe’s flat, but you were still happy to know where he was and at least he wasn’t alone.

Joe opened the door to his flat once you’d knocked on his door and smiled as he saw you.

“Hey, Y/N.” Joe smiled, opening his arms for a hug as he did this every time you saw him.

“Hey.” You smiled back, looking over Joe’s shoulder and your smiled formed into a grin as you saw Josh sat on the sofa.

“Where did you run off to?” You asked once Joe had released his grip from around you.

“I didn’t really run off, Y/N.” Josh chuckled slightly, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes but you had been used to that look over the past couple of weeks.

“I’m just off out to get us some food, you want anything?” Joe asked you, grabbing his keys from the coffee table in the middle of the living room.

You shook your head and mumbled a ‘thanks anyway’ before turning back to Josh once Joe had left the apartment.

“You okay?” Josh asked, looking up from his phone.

You nodded slightly and kept your eyes on him. “Are you? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

Josh sighed as he leant against the back of the sofa, his hands resting on his knees.

“I’ve just been feeling a bit down.” Josh shrugged, as if it was nothing.

But it wasn’t 'nothing’, it was important that Josh was feeling like this, and you had to admit, you were happy that he was actually talking about this rather than keeping it all bottled up to himself. Obviously you’d prefer for him to not feel like this at all, but it was better to talk about it than not talk about it.

“About what?” You asked softly, resting your hand on top of his.

“Everything I guess.” Josh shrugged, now avoiding your eyes completely as he stared at the TV infront of him, even though it was turned off.

“No specifics?” You asked, smiling encouragingly at him.

Josh let out a deep sigh before turning back to you. “It’s going to sound really pathetic.”

“Josh, if it matters to you then it’s not pathetic. I’m not going to force you to tell me but-” you started.

“No, I want to. I just don’t know how to say it without sounding like a dickhead.” Josh chuckled weakly.

It was a chuckle as if he was trying to hide the fact that he was upset or hurting, rather than an actual chuckle to show he was laughing at something.

You waited patiently, not wanting to push him into telling you incase he changed his mind and decided not to open up to you, so you kept your mouth shut until he was ready to say whatever it was that he wanted to say.

“I feel a bit jealous.” Josh mumbled so quietly that you could barely hear him.

“Jealous? Of what?” You asked, a slight frown forming.

“Of my friends.” Josh sighed, once again he was avoiding your eyes, only this time he looked down at his hands in his lap.

“You’re gonna have to explain this in a little more detail Josh.” You told him, completely confused.

What on earth did he have to be jealous about? Why was he so jealous of his friends, and why had he never mentioned it before?

“Because they all have these amazing lives on Youtube and they’re travelling the world together, making all of these amazing videos and getting invited to all of these amazing parties and I’m just… Here.” Josh shrugged, sighing.

You stayed silent for a couple of seconds before looking up at him.

“Josh, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Have you spoken to your mates about this?” You asked, already knowing the answer before Josh responded.

“God no, of course I haven’t. They’ll just tell me I’m being pathetic and I have nothing to be jealous about.” Josh sighed. “It’s not that I’m jealous of what they’ve achieved because they all deserve the praise they get because they’ve all worked incredibly hard for it, I just feel a little left out I guess.”

You smiled slightly at him and encouragingly rubbed his hand.

“So, do what they do.” You shrugged.

Josh looked over at you as if you were mad, as if it were something simple.

“I can’t though. Because I’m not good enough.” Josh shrugged as you let out a quiet sigh.

“I wish you wouldn’t think those things about yourself Josh. You can do anything you put your mind to.” You told him, meaning every single word.

Josh looked over at you and smiled slightly, and after a few seconds, the smile began to grow wider.

“You know what, Y/N? You’re right.” Josh wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you into his side.

“You know that the boys will help you if you need it, and I’m always here if you need someone to talk to. I’m no good with technical equipment though, just as a pre-warning.” You chuckled, happy that Josh’s mood seemed to be picked up massively compared to when you first walked into the room.

“Where would I be with you, eh?” Josh chuckled, ruffling your hair as you glared at him playfully before the door opened and Joe walked in with bags full of food.

“What are you two doing?” Joe asked, raising his eyes as he saw you both sitting close to each other.

“Nothing. Y/N was just giving me a bit of encouragement.” Josh grinned at you, winking cheekily as Joe looked at you both with a confused expression on his face.

“Encouragement for what?” He asked, curiosity rising in his voice.

“You’ll find out, don’t you worry.” Josh chuckled, grinning to himself as he pulled his laptop from the table on to his lap, signing into Youtube.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him, happy to have the old, happy Josh back.

All it took was a little encouragement.

anonymous asked:

Hello, could I get a scenario for Nozel, Julius, William and Yami when they are badly injured after a battle and they met their s/o ? Please ? And thanks to answer to requests ! If it's not too much ?

Nozel

Nozel was struggling to stand, but he refused any aid, in case you saw; he was going to make himself seem less injured than he really was.

“Nozel?” You asked when he walked in the room, instantly picking up on the pain in his face.

Nozel schooled his expression as he looked at you. “___. I’m back.”

“The battle didn’t go well, I take it,” you said weakly, rising to help him. You reached out to him, Nozel not moving closer or away from you.

“The battle went fine,” he said stiffly as another wave of pain washed over him. It took everything he had to hide it - but not well enough. You moved to help him stand.

“You should be in the infirmary,” you scolded. Nozel suppressed a sigh, giving in.

Julius

Julius was still smiling even as you gaped at his wounds, rushing over to help him stand. He’d come away from the battle unscathed, he said; well, look at him now.

“Julius,” you half-exclaimed, “you’re - injured, you should be in the infirmary…”

Julius waved a hand almost dismissively. “It’ll be fine,” he said, leaning heavily on you. “I hope I’m not too heavy, I wouldn’t want you to be crushed.”

You huffed, managing to support him and help him walk. “If you’re well enough to still be making jokes, then I suppose it will be fine.”

“That’s the spirit,” Julius said cheerfully, almost as if he really weren’t injured.

William

William didn’t bother to hide it when he saw you heading over to him. “___,” he said softly. He was sitting on the ground, cradling his injuries.

You looked at him, huffing. “William, do you want me to help you to the infirmary?”

William smiled at you. “That’d be great,” he said, not moving.

“…Do you need me to help you stand?” You asked. William wasn’t going to ask; he was just going to sit there and try to look natural as he did so, regardless of how badly injured he was.

William looked up at you. “If you don’t mind,” he admitted. You bent to help him, saying, “All you have to do is ask, you know.”

Yami

Yami was sitting, but when he sensed your approach, he stood to greet you. Grinning, he said, “I won.”

You blinked at him - or rather, his injuries. “Yami…You’re hurt?” More disbelief than an actual question.

Yami laughed it off, lighting up a cigarette. “I surpassed my limits, is all.”

“And getting yourself hurt like this is the answer?” You asked, sighing. “You should get all those looked at.”

Yami shrugged. “___, you worry too much.”

“It’s not too much if you’re going to go off and not look after yourself. You should go and-”

“Yeah, I got it,” Yami said, giving in. “I’ll go…Just stop your nagging.” As he said that, he was smiling at you. “Come with me, ___.”

★ Spilling the Beans / Lili Reinhart ★

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You and Lili both wore bright smiles as the screen faded into you from the clip of the logo of your channel. You raised your hand to wave at the camera, your expression not wavering once as you greet your audience. “Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel, I hope you’re all having a fantastic day. As you can see, I’m here with this beautiful guest,” you said, gesturing to her with both your hands.

“Hello!” Lili exclaimed with an enthusiastic wave.

“If you don’t know who this is, Lili is my significant other, the love of my life, my partner in crime, the list goes on-she’s been on my channel before, so some of you may remember her. If that doesn’t ring a bell then you may know her from Riverdale, I know that there’s a lot of you out there who watch the show,” you smiled. “So now you’ve been introduced,” you announced, looking over at Lili, “how about we get started?”

She nodded and ran her hands over her thighs, “Let’s go,” she encouraged.

The screen cut quickly and you now had your phone in your hand that you were currently scrolling through, “So I tweeted out asking you all for some questions for this Q&A-”

“Did you even tell them what we were doing today?” Lili asked you.

Your eyes snapped to her before you sent an apologetic look to the camera, “Sorry,” you said. “But I’m sure they read the title anyway,” you continued, looking back down at the screen in your hand.

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dsgustng  asked:

I think it'd be cool if they made inspector gadget smart and witty but he's still clumsy ? I can't really imagine him being like really cool I still think he'd be a dork and penny would be more of the brains

I’d prefer for him to be somewhat clumsy and a bit of a dork, but still be perfectly capable.  Penny would certainly help out with the planning behind the scenes, but rather than having her save the day practically every time while Gadget is just off bumblin’ somewhere… I dunno, I figure it’d be nice for the main character of the series to actually do something useful rather than just be there for laughs.

Sir(s)

This is a PREQUEL to THIS story. You don’t necessarily have to read either for one to make sense, so do whatever you want with that info.

Niall knew that his family was poor. 

It wasn’t exactly something that could be hidden, despite his father’s attempts to prove to Niall’s mother that they weren’t in major debt with the London mafia. Niall’s parents didn’t really get along. Niall didn’t fully understand the things that they constantly screamed at each other, but it definitely had something to do with money. 

The day Niall’s mother leaves, no one is surprised. 

Niall cries anyway. 

It doesn’t really make sense that he would cry, seeing as he had never had an authentic relationship with either of his parents pretty much ever, but he cries nonetheless. 

That day is also the first day Bobby hit Niall. 

He didn’t do it often, usually only after he had downed a couple of beers and gambled a little too much. Niall can testify that the knowledge of this doesn’t soften the punches.

8 months after Niall’s mother leaves, four men in black show up on their doorstep, completely changing the blonde boy’s life forever.

* * * *

“Um, hullo.” Niall mumbles softly to the tanned, dark haired man in front of him. There’s a confused, intrigued look on the man’s face as his eyes roam over the blonde’s lithe body, and Niall feels an instinctive smile grace his face. 

“I’m sorry,” A nice, deep accent replies. The man’s amber eyes are soft now, and there’s a charasmatic smile on his face. “I thought this was Bobby Horan’s residency.” 

Niall blushes, nodding. “It is.” 

The man looks back towards his colleagues, each of them shrugging in response. “Well, you’re not Bobby Horan.” The man exhales, raising his eyebrows. 

Niall can’t help but let out a little giggle at the man’s obvious statement. “Well, duh. I’m Niall, his son.” 

The men in front of the blonde practically melt at the adorable sound, grinning in response. “Niall, hi, I’m Zayn Malik, a… friend of your father’s. These are my colleagues, Harry Styles-” Zayn gestures to a tall, curly haired man, “Louis Tomlinson-” He points at a boyish looking man with a mischievous smile, “And Liam Payne.” Finally, he nods over towards a muscled guy with big brown doe eyes. “Do you mind if we come in to speak with your father for a bit?” 

Despite the man’s convincing smile, and the attractiveness of all four of them, Niall takes a step back, beginning to close the door. “My father doesn’t like strangers. I really shouldn’t even be talking to you.” The Irish boy stutters. 

Just like that, the men are back to business, and the large muscled guy, Liam, places a hand on the door, forcing it open. “Sorry, love, this is a really important talk.” The blue eyed one says lightly as the four push past Niall. 

“No!” Niall begs. “I’ll get in so much trouble if you go in there, please.” 

Zayn turns, eyes hard and angry, “Harry,” He addresses, then leaves the room, Liam and Louis following closely as the tallest of the group stays behind. 

“Hey,” Harry says softly, rubbing a hand down Niall’s shoulder. Obviously the more approachable one of the group, Harry sits in the hall with Niall, comforting the boy as he cries, terrified of his father’s reaction when he finds out Niall was the one who let them in. 

45 minutes later, the three men return, this time with a bruised Bobby stumbling behind them. Niall gasps at the sight of his father, but doesn’t make a move to leave Harry’s side. 

“Niall.” Bobby acknowledges with a nod of his head. “You… you won’t be staying here anymore.” He says blatantly and Niall’s jaw drops. 

“W-what?” Niall says softly, voice barely even understandable. 

Bobby has the decency to look embarrassed as the four men in the room regard him icily. “I… I have some debt-”

“-A lot of debt.” Louis chimes in mercilessly. 

“A lot of debt… with these men here.” He tries to explain, not yet looking his son in the eyes. “And because I can’t pay them back with money… they.. you…” 

“What your father is trying to say, Niall, is that in exchange for his debt, he has decided to gift us with you.” Zayn says painlessly, and Niall feels tears come to his eyes. 

“I dont… understand? Gift?” He says shakily, finding comfort the feeling of Harry’s warmth beside him. 

Each of the men in suits grin at him a bit devilishly. “Sort of like… a pet, yeah?” Louis tries, smirking at he sees Bobby flinch. “Oh Bobby, what’s your problem? Not like we’re going to be hitting him like you’ve been.” He rolls his eyes. “Honestly Niall, I assure you that life with us will be 100% better than what you’re getting here.” 

It wasn’t that Niall would miss this life. He might not be super smart or anything, but he understands that his father is an asshole. He understands that this could potentially save his otherwise terrible looking life. He also understands that these guys could be even worse than his father. 

“I.. I-” Before Niall can even respond, Harry and Liam have teamed up against him, pulling him up and pulling him towards a large black range rover in his driveway. 

Tears have sprung into his eyes by now, but Niall doesn’t bother struggling. He knows his fate has been decided as they place him gently in the backseat in the middle of both of them. Harry is talked animately, mostly about how fun they’re going to have, probably just trying to stop Niall’s tears from falling. Surprisingly, it’s working, seeing as Niall is actually trying not to laugh rather than cry, as Harry chokes out one lame joke after another. Niall is so caught up in the calming touch of Liam, who is playing with the hair on the back of Niall’s neck carelessly and giggling at Harry’s stupid jokes, that he almost doesn’t notice as they pull up to a massive mansion estate. 

They pile out of the car and into the house, Zayn and Louis joining them from a separate car, and move into the house, a few men dragging out a small suitcase that must be filled with some of Niall’s things, something that Niall didn’t notice before. 

The five boys go directly into a large and lavish living room, where a huge polar bear fur-looking rug covers the floor, surrounded by a large black L-shaped couch and a few leather chairs to match. Immediately, Zayn softly pushes Niall to the couch, and the four men stand in front of him, looking very intimidating with crossed arms and black suits. 

“Listen, Niall.” Zayn orders, “I am going to start off telling you that we will not hurt you here. This is- mostly- a safe zone for you, unless of course you break the rules, which will result in punishment.” 

Niall’s bottom lip quivers. “Rules?” He asks timidly. 

Each of the boys nod. “There are only a few.” Liam tries to reassure the blonde.

“Most importantly, you will always obey us. If one of us tells you to go to bed, you go to bed, If one of us tells you to roll over, you roll over. Understood?” Louis says softly. Niall nods. His jaw tightens as he continues quickly. “When you are spoken to, you will always respond with ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘No, sir’.” 

“Yes, sir.” Niall says meekly. Louis grins happily, carding a hand through Niall’s soft blonde hair affectionately. Niall smiles back at the unexpected gesture, leaning up into the hand. 

“Next, you will be expected to finish out your high school term. Any extra schooling after that will be decided later. You will be taken to school everyday, and picked up from school everyday. No extra circulars, no socializing with anyone that doesn’t live in this house.” Zayn adds. “And Finally,” He smiles reassuringly as he pulls out a leather, black dog collar. “You will be expected to wear this at all times. If you feel uncomfortable wearing it in public, then we will discuss it, but if you are in this house, it must be around your neck. Are the rules clear?” 

Niall nods, not verbally responding at all, making Louis roll his eyes disappointedly. “And that takes us right into our next subject. Punishment.” Louis sits next to Niall, pulling the boy over his lap, making the boy squeak. Louis pulls down the loose joggers that the blonde was wearing, smacking his brief-clad bum three times in a row. Niall’s breath leaves him quickly as he gasps in surprise. The smacks didn’t hurt, only surprised him. 

“Remember, Niall, always respond when spoken to. What do you call us?” 

“Si-sir…” Niall sputters, eyes wide. 

Each of the four boys smile at him as Louis allows him to sit up once more. “Good boy.” 

“And that’s our final subject.” Liam smirks as Niall’s eyebrows raise. “Rewards.”

Each of the men look excited at this part, making Niall shiver. “When you’re a good boy, meaning you listen to the rules, or do something really really good for us, you will be rewarded.” 

“How?” Niall asks, intrigued.

Zayn smirks. “Well, it could be something as simple as a cookie after dinner.” He sits down next to Niall, breath close to his ear, “Or it could be something as rewarding as a blow job, or if you’re really lucky, maybe one of us will fuck you.”

“Or all of us.” Louis coughs conspicuously. 

Niall’s eyes are wide and his pants are suddenly a bit tighter than usual. 

“Oh, I think he likes that.” Harry teases, smug smile on his face. 

Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Harry each smirk at the irish boy, who suddenly feels like squirming. “Looks like somebody has new incentive to be a really good boy, huh?” Liam says, biting his lip.

Niall nods enthusiastically. “Looks like it.” He pauses, “Sir.” 

* * * *

In retrospect, Niall probably should’ve stayed as he was that first day; excited and ready to please his new masters. Well, two years later, Niall had a little bit of a rebel mentality. Despite this new rebelliousness that had struck Niall, he never would intentionally hurt or worry one or any of his sirs. He loved them, after all, and he knew they loved him back. Which is why everyone should really understand that he honestly didn’t mean to forget to tell his masters about his field trip. He just… forgot. He also, conveniently, forgot to charge his phone the previous night, meaning he had no way to call for a ride when they had returned to the school.

So, as he’s riding the bus (something he hasn’t done in years, by the way) to the nearest stop to their mansion, he’s biting his nails at the hiding he knows he’s going to receive. He’s nearly crying by the time he gets off the bus, knowing that either Zayn or Louis would absolutely murder his behind tonight. He trudges towards the house in the cold air, tapping in the code to their neighborhood reluctantly. He waves at the security camera that he knows is stationed in the gate, knowing that the guards would be around to pick him up soon. 

Just as he suspected, a black range rover is waiting for him at a stop sign at the nearest neighborhood, and Niall clambers in, exchanging hellos with Paul, one of the boys’ drivers. 

Paul eyes the blonde, pity imminent in his eyes. When Niall enters the threshold of the door, he’s greeted by… no one. He sends a confused glance to Paul, who sighs, “They’ve been out since 15:20 looking for you. I notified them the moment you crossed the gate, they’ll be home shortly.”  

Niall’s school got out at 15:15 and it was currently 20:53, meaning the boys had been out for over 5 hours looking for him. Niall sighed heavily. He was going to get it tonight. 

Paul peeks his head back through the door, muttering, “Mr. Malik has ordered me to order you to wait in the living room, you know what to do.” 

Niall did know what to do. Exhaling dejectedly, he kneels down on the fur rug, placing his head on the couch comfortably, counting the seconds until he heard the fo’otsteps. 

“Niall,” Zayn’s voice echoes through the room, making Niall shake in fear. 

Niall’s head lifts accordingly. “Look at me.” Zayn orders, and Niall’s meets his eyes hesitantly, not expecting the relieved and red-rimmed eyes that he sees. “Come here.” Zayn orders, arms open wide and Niall wastes no time jumping up into the warm embrace of the tanned man, moving on as Zayn pushed him into Liam’s, then Harry’s, then Louis’. Each looked exhausted and  surprisingly happy as Zayn sat Niall down onto the chair, standing in front of him in a familiar position. 

“Now,” He says softly. “Do you mind telling us where the hell you’ve been and why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to put us through that torture?” He shouts suddenly, eyes turning hard and angry quickly. 

“I-”

“No!” Zayn silences. “You will sit here, silent, and listen, as we tell you, in great detail just how much bullshit we have gone through today.” He seethes. 

And Niall does, as the hours tick by, Zayn, Harry, Liam, and Louis  each scream at him in different octaves, each yelling about how worried they were and something about kidnappings or death and other serious stuff that made Niall tear up. He had blocked them out a long time ago, when fingers snap in front of his eyes. “Are you kidding me, Niall?!” Louis shouts earnestly. “You’re lucky we aren’t locking you in the isolation room right now!”

Niall makes a low whining noise. the isolation room (a.k.a. a blank room with nothing but a bed where Niall has spent only a few, painful and terrible hours) was by far, the worst punishment there was. 

“God!” Louis shouts angrily. “I just can’t believe how- how fucking stupid you are!” 

Niall’s mouth pops open at this statement, tears already rushing to his eyes at this one sentence.

“Like, you’re the one who’s pushing us, trying to convince us you’re smart enough for college, yet you do something this fucking dumb?” Liam agrees, making Niall want to curl in on himself. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been this idiotic, Ni-” Zayn begins-

- Before Harry decides, at this point, to stop the blasphemy. “That’s enough, guys. Stop.” He orders, recognizing the look in Niall’s eyes. 

The three boys, who were previously blinded by their worry and rage slowly begin to recognize the mess in front of them.

Harry has already moved to Niall, gathering the quivering mess of the blonde boy into his arms, whispering sweet nothings as he glared at the other boys. 

Zayn, Liam, and Louis each make eye contact, guilty looks on each of their faces. “Niall-” Zayn starts, apology cut off as Niall sniffs. 

“I know- I know I’m not the smartest person ever.” He whimpers. “But I’m not stupid.” He defends. “I’m sorry I forgot to tell you that I had a field trip but it was honestly just a mistake.” He cries, muffling himself in the crook of Harry’s neck. 

Each of the boys rush to the couch, mumbling their immediate apologies of “No, no baby.” or “It was the heat of the moment, I’m so so sorry” and “Of course you’re not stupid, baby, mistakes happen.”. 

Niall’s cries slowly diminish into small snuffles and Zayn takes the smaller boys hand into his own, muttering softly. “Baby, I’m so sorry. We didn’t mean any of it, alright? We’ll make it up to you, yeah? Anything you want, you got it.”

Niall perks up a little bit at this. Hurt eyes brightening slightly. “Anything?” 

The boys nod in unison. “Anything.” Louis agrees.

“Okay. I want to finish my schooling. All of it. Because I’m smart enough to and I know I can. And I know my supportive masters will be so supportive of me.” He says cheekily, smirking with narrowed eyes, obviously challenging the boys.  

Realizing that they had just been duped, Louis, Liam and Zayn narrow their eyes as well. “Why you little-” 

“Excuse me?” Harry glares.

“No- Harry, listen, he-” Liam tries to explain but Harry isn’t having any of it. 

Harry growls. “No, no, you hurt my little baby, he gets what he wants. Now, pinky swear.” He orders, obviously not going to take no for an answer. 

Zayn glowers at the curly haired man but sticks out his pinky anyways, and Niall links his pinky smugly. 

After Harry is satisfied, he picks Niall up, heading towards their bedroom. “Well, you all can meet us in the bedroom when you’re ready to be decent human beings again. Meanwhile, this little genius and I are going to lay down, yeah?” Harry asks, completely oblivious to Niall’s trickery. Niall nods, sweetly kissing Harry on the cheek as he innocently smiles at the other three boys. 

Shaking their heads as Niall and Harry walk away, the three wonder what they’ve gotten themselves into.

Ew I don’t think i think this i’m so sorry. I’m tired so that’s my excuse. I love you and thanks for reading. 

Prompts are open! I do any Niall centered relationship including OT3, OT4, and Zianourry. You can see my previous writings here and my master post here.

Jealousy - Bucky x Reader

Jealousy - (Bucky x Reader)

Words - 1061

Warnings - None

A/N - I loved writing this! I’ll try and get a few more done tonight, but my Monologue needs learning!

“No, Tony No!” You scream, running to the other side of the Lab. The smirk on his face doesn’t move, as he continues to chase you, both of you laughing uncontrollably.

Eventually, Tony caught up with you, his arms slipping underneath your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You both continued to giggle, as his grip lessened, you turning to face him. His eyebrows furred in question, as he sensed you were about to ask a question.

“What’s up?” He asked, folding his arms. You shrugged your shoulders, before replying.

“We’re meant to be working. And we’re chasing each other around a Lab…” You trailed off. Tony chuckled to himself, resting his hands on your shoulder.

“Sweetie, you know that we can never get too much work done.” He says, poking at your sides, causing you to squirm a little.

“Don’t, don’t start that again.” You said, taking a step back. He raised his eyebrows, stepping forward to continue the fight of tickles. He laughed, before picking you up and spinning you around. You were both laughing now – continuously messing around, rather than actually working.

No, there was nothing romantic between you and Stark. You had known each other since he was your babysitter. He was always the big brother you had never had, and tutored you for Science. Of course, there could be nothing romantic between you, and there never would be.

Instead, you were with Bucky Barnes, known as The Winter Solider. Since Steve had bought him to The Tower, you had looked after him, given him the affection, and love that he was desperately craved of. After a while, you had both kissed, confessing your love to one another.

Of course, everybody else in The Tower knew that you were together. You could sometimes be found, his head resting in your lap, whilst you would plait his hair, pressing butterfly kisses to his forehead. Although Bucky didn’t want people to see his weakness, but he could be himself around you.

However, a certain Solider had been getting jealous of his constant missions. At the moment, him and Steve were continuing to pass missions, and him to continue getting his memories.

He noticed you sometimes come back to your shared room later than expected, winding yourself around him. Although he would hug you back, he could smell Tony’s cologne on you. After a while, he grew jealous, not wanting to share you with anybody else.

Right now, he had just arrived back at The Tower, him and Steve making their way back to the main living area. Steve rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder, rubbing it gently, as he turned to his friend.

“You alright?” Steve asked, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, just wondering where-“ He was cut off by a high pitch scream from down the stairs. An instant panic flooded over him. Some things triggered him, wanting to make sure everything was okay. Instantly, he dropped his weapons, running towards the stairs, and down to the lab.

He lingered at the top of the stairs, seeing you and Tony laughing, and spinning around. The second he saw that, he felt a punch in the stomach. Were you cheating on him? Sighing, he made his way back up the stairs, where Steve was armed.

“Bucky? You okay?” He asked, following after him. He remained silent, before Steve piped up again. “Bucky?”

“Leave me alone!” He shouted, before slamming into his room.


You made your way to your room. Honestly, you were confused right now. Bucky hadn’t been seen since he had got back, and you were slightly worried. When you had approached Steve he had shrugged it off, pretending he had no idea.

Silently, you made your way to the room, carefully opening the door, as if something was about to jump out at you.

And then, all of your questions were answered.

Bucky was curled up in the duvet, his face buried in a pillow, preferably your pillow. Faint sniffs were heard, as you gently walked up towards him, edging your weight on the edge of the bed.

“Bucky?” You whisper, wondering if he had fallen asleep. It took a moment, but he soon reacted, causing you to gasp a little.

His hair was in clumps, his eyed red and swollen from crying. He continued to sniff, as he pulled himself up, looking you in the eye.

“What do you want?” He mumbled, the sniff beginning to suspend. You paused, waiting for him to calm down, before talking yourself.

“Bucky, despite what you might think, I am your girlfriend, and I do care when you’re upset- “

“No you don’t!” He shouted, stubbornly. Slightly taken aback, you hoped he would start explain. Heck, he had better off explain what that was about.

“When I got back I…I saw you with Tony, and you were just so…happy, and…” He trailed off, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. You swallowed the ever growing lump in your throat, the guilt seeping into your stomach.

Gently, you leaned forward, kissing under each of his eyes, where the tears had fallen. You then proceeded to kiss his cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips. He was still weak, barely kissing back, but was doing so. The second he pulled away, you possessively pulled him closer, resting his head in your lap. Your hand found their way to his hair, gently stroking the tangled, trying to soothe him.

“Bucky, Tony is my friend. I love him as a brother. He was there before you, that’s all.” You paused, noting what you had said. “No, that sounded bad. I meant- “

For a second time, you were cut off. Not by his shouts, but by his lips. The forcefulness, and the love in his kisses seeming to dominate you. As you were kissing, you felt him possessively pull you towards him, keeping you in his warm embrace.

After a moment, he pulled away, smiling towards you.

“Sorry (Y/N), I guess…I guess I was jealous.” He murmured, tucking your head under his chin. You sighed, leaning into him, as he stroked your arm gently.

“No, I should have been waiting for you…” You say, feeling Bucky fall back onto the bed. You were now both lying down, him keeping you tightly around you.

“(Y/N)…” He whispered.

“Mmm?”

“Be mine?”

“Always.”

The World's Gonna Know Your Name

hello this is scheduled it’s 4:35pm where i am right now (majorca) how fun but i know we’re going out for dinner tonight and last time we were out for two and a half hours (!!!!! what the fuck !!!!!) so i took the precaution of writing this early so it would definitely be up for you guys because i love u all so if you’ve sent me an ask and i haven’t answered i’m not ignoring you i’m probably dying of boredom at some restaurant sigh i hope everyone’s having a good summer and if you’re still at school i’m sorry i hope u are having a good school time <3

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No One Can Hear You

It was late. 3:45 in the morning to be exact. I wasn’t exactly sure how long I’d been checking emails, but I was almost sure I’d checked the same one five times by now. All I needed was a distraction, something to keep my mind off of everything. After what happened on Halloween I’d been constantly paranoid, sometimes checking videos twelve times over to make sure he hadn’t shown up again. Robin hadn’t liked taking the credit for everything that went on in October, but he did it for me. He did it to make sure no one ever found out that it was all real. Horrifyingly real. I took my eyes off of the screen and rubbed them, checking the time. 4:00 am. I could go and lay down with Signe, stare at the ceiling for hours while hoping and praying I never fell asleep, but I didn’t see a point. The room was dark all except for the light of my computer screen, which casted an eerie green tinted glow across my desk. I had a very very bad feeling about this, and I didn’t like it. Leaving my chair, I reached to open the door, making sure I had an escape plan. Closed doors were never a good idea. However, I had only made it about halfway across the room when I felt it. A sharp pain right between my eyes.
The warning signs were simple, I had long since memorized them. First came the feeling of dread. Then the pain between the eyes. Then the voices. The sudden ache stopped me in my tracks, barely having left my chair. After this step there really isn’t much you can do to reverse it, so I didn’t try. Instead I laid myself on the floor in a fetal position, waiting. I doubted it would be very severe, he had had his fun. Little did I know just how unpredictable demons could be.

“Hello Seán. Did you miss me?”

There was that voice, that horrible grating voice that sounded so similar to my own and yet so different. It came from everywhere. The walls, the hallway, my monitor, even my own head. I didn’t answer, eyes shut tight and listening.


“A little quiet today, are we? That can be easily fixed.”

His voice took on a sinister growl, becoming louder. I opened my eyes slightly, glancing around me. The computer screen had gone completely green, a black sillouette in its faint light. A single glowing green eye peered down at me, and I cringed away from it, flattening myself against the shelves. A small laugh began to echo around me, becoming louder and more intense as he sauntered across the room.

“There’s the fear I missed. You thought I’d actually be satisfied orchestrating a full takeover of your body on camera? You clearly know nothing about demons.”

He crouched in front of me, so close I could make out the details of his face. It looked a lot like mine, but slightly twisted. The eyes were the focal point of my vision, glowing pin pricks of light holding my attention right on him. The beast smiled, his teeth sharpening right before my eyes.

“We are never satisfied.”

A clawed hand made its way around my throat, tightening as I tried to pull away.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you. One wrong move and your fragile little neck snaps.”

I stiffened, taking this warning very seriously. He pulled me to the center of the room, one hand still on my neck and the other on the hood of my jacket. I was tossed into my chair like a rag doll, the demon not seeming to exert any effort. I didn’t dare move, and I didn’t dare breathe. He stood in the center of the room, the walls seeming to warp around him, a shadowy aura emanating from his entire body. He pulled something out of his coat, and I knew exactly what it was. A small pocket knife, a lot smaller than the one he usually used but still terrifying in its own right. I could almost swear it was already bloodied, but it was impossible to tell in the darkness.

“Remember this, Seán? I know how much you hate knives. ”

He turned on a dime, leaning over the chair with the knife dangerously close to my face.

“The feeling of cold metal slicing into your fragile skin, tearing you into bloody little pieces?”

The knife was pressed against my cheek now, the cold steel sending waves of dread and panic through me. I leaned away from it, earning a low growl of annoyance.

“Mistake number one: Never try to escape me.”

He tightened his grip on the hilt and plunged it into my shoulder, all of the metal imbedded in my flesh. I let out a garbled scream, mostly from surprise rather than the actual pain the injury caused. The monster laughed again, the sound almost making the walls shake. He leaned over me again, twisting the knife in my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Seán.

No one can hear you.”

I DID A THING. YAY. I mostly wrote this for fun, and it was actually really enjoyable to do. I’m kinda pissed that I can’t bold or italicize words on tumblr mobile, that would have made the thing a lot more dynamic. Oh well, I tried. I’d like to thank @theloudmute for being a big inspiration here. Their work is awesome, GO READ IT.
GO READ IT NOW. I might do more of these later, it depends on how I’m feeling. If you guys want more, let me know!

Anticouple (With Kai)

Originally posted by ohbaekhyuns

genre: smutty smut smut
3124 words

Summary: What is PDA? When you realize what it is all you have to say is, why does Jongin like PDA? 

Maybe you’re just being petty, or maybe your boyfriend’s too persistent, but you’ve never really enjoyed any sort of public display of affection or anything couple-y in that matter. It makes you cringe thinking of all the annoying couples on the bus that would full-on make out in front of you, or when they’d cuddle in the movie theater by your side, or even when they just held hands. You hate it. You hate all of it.

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BTS reaction: you having a dry sense of humor

I’ve got quite a dry sense of humor, so I can kinda relate to this. Thank you for requesting! xx


Jin/Kim Seokjin:

He’ll laugh at basically everything you say. Well, not really, but you get my point. He will just find you very funny. And a lot of the time he will probably laugh at something you said, even though it wasn’t meant to be funny. So please forgive him for that. He will be quick to realize when it’s very wrong to laugh, and apologize right away.

Originally posted by vubbletae


Suga/Min Yoongi:

I think he’s got a quite dry humor as well. Not as much as you do maybe, but he does have his moments. So, he will avoid laughing at inappropriate moments, because he’ll probably realize that this time you weren’t joking. But unless it’s a serious situation, he’ll probably chuckle a bit.

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie


J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:

This depends on what kind of dry humor you have. Like, if you’re just generally funny, or if it’s more of a rude/dirty humor. If you’re generally funny, hell be Jin #2. But if your humor is more rude/dirty, he’ll look pretty scandalized rather than laugh. But he’ll know when you’re not actually saying something to be funny.

Originally posted by spearjimint


Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:

He is also someone I can imagine has quite dry humor. And he’ll really love that about it. Like, I can definitely see that being one of the things that made him fall in love with you. And he would love to see you interact with the other members before they’ve gotten used to it, just to see their faces.

Originally posted by ksjknj


Jimin/Park Jimin:

You know that high-pitch giggle of his? You’ll be hearing a lot of that. Especially when he’s watching other people experience your humor for the first time. He’ll find that incredibly entertaining. 

Originally posted by jitamin


V/Kim Taehyung:

He’ll find it hilarious, but at the same time he’ll be confused as to how you can say stuff like that with a straight face. He won’t put much thought to it tho, and just enjoy it. His favorite conversations to watch would be between you and Yoongi or you and Jungkook.

Originally posted by daeguboy


Jungkook/Jeon Jeongguk:

Sometimes your humor might go a bit over his head. At least before he’s used to it. Once he’s more used to it, he’ll love it, and sort of develop a pretty dry sense of humor himself. Or at least learn how to deadpan when talking to someone. He’ll be very entertained by it.

Originally posted by bwibelle