screams finally got to watch this

i just watched people blame antifa, BLM and muslims for the mass shooting in las vegas but as soon as it turned out the shooter was white these people all got eerily quiet.


people who were screaming for justice minutes after the news came out, begging that “the threat” will be faced with a “final solution” suddenly keep quiet. why? to defend whiteness? because if a white man is labelled a terrorist, whiteness will be under attack the same way we condemn all muslims for the actions of a few? it’s dispicable.


this is the deadliest mass shooting in US history and you want to tell me the attacker is not a terrorist???

You Who... [M] (ft. Jeongguk)

Drabble Game Prompt 96. “Here, let me.” with badboy/jock!jeongguk

→ badboy football jk (warning: overstimulation, cumplay, fluff, and fuckingjeonjungkook)
→ 1.4k words prequel part 01 | 02

A/N: i have no idea where this came from, my hand sort of slipped, jfc what have i done 

UPDATE: added the highly-requested prequel as a thank you for 1k+ notes :) make sure to check out Give and Take! It’s a similar AU to this one! 


“There you go, yes, you can do it babe,” Jeongguk encourages, as you bite down on your lip.  

He grins up at you as you move your hips slowly against his, finding the way you squeeze your eyes shut tightly the cutest thing ever. 

“J-jeongguk I-I can’t–” you stutter, arms clutching at his bare shoulders as your movements stutter and begin to slow down. But you whimper instead at the loss of friction between your legs and begin to cry tears of frustration as you don’t know whether to continue grinding against him and chase after another orgasm or to stop completely. 

He just laughs huskily from beneath you, and wipes a tear from your cheek and presses a quick peck to your chin as you make up your mind and your movements continue. His head dips down to press open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone, painting the skin there in blossoms of red and pink. “Shh,” he grates against your neck, a gentle hand coming up to stroke down your spine and settling on the curve of your hip to firmly help guide you up and down his cock. “you got this.” 

He’s in awe as he watches you desperately move against him, your soft breasts and nipples brushing up against his hard chest and melting him on the spot. It’s been years since he’s met you and only a few months since the both of you finally started having sex, but he’s secretly delighted at how sensitive you are and how desperate you are to pleasure the both of you. He wants to spread you out and fuck you with his fingers and tongue and make you cum over and over until you’re screaming hoarsely or tie you down onto the bed and tease you for hours until you’re begging for him, but he smiles as he relishes in actually convincing you to top him for once. 

Cause this time he’s being a little selfish and pushing the boundaries on how far he can take you because he’s currently coaxing your through your third orgasm and is harder than he’s ever been in his life as he watches you in tears because you’re desperate to reach the peak once again. 

You muffle your cries in in his neck and thread your fingers in his hair as you feel the wave approaching again. “Jeongguk, ‘m gonna come,” you murmur breathlessly, making his dick clench at how fucking submissive you sound to him right now. He whispers sooth encouragements into your ear and moves his hips up to meet yours just right and grazes the spot inside of you that has you cringing and sighing into his neck as he grunts when you clamp down on him and bite gently into his shoulder to muffle your cries. 

The orgasm is stronger than the last two he brought you to with his fingers and his mouth, respectively, as the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips and the sheer rawness of his length brushing your walls makes you clamp down on his girth harder than you’ve ever come before. You cry out and clench your teeth and you’re going through your third intense wave of your orgasm when suddenly he flips the both of you over and pins your hips to his bed and begins to pound into you desperately.

His voice is strained and his hairline slick with sweat as he props himself up above you and glares determinedly into your face thats scrunched up in pleasure, moving his hips against you until he reaches his own peak. You feel his dick twitch once before he’s letting out a loud groan and a strangled cry of your name before his chest pulses for a moment and then he slumps down onto you. 

The both of you are spent and you’re still crying from the overwhelming feeling of being coaxed through three orgasms, with the third being the most intense you’ve ever felt in your life, and your chest heaves from the effort it took. Jeongguk is no better, as he pulls out of you with a groan and kneels between your legs. 

Taking advantage of your slumped and exhausted state, he pushes up a thigh and leans down a bit to see how his cum leaks out of your slit and grasps his cock that hasn’t softened yet with a groan. He gently holds the base of his sensitive member and collects the cum that’s already oozed out onto your thigh with his tip before pushing it back into you. 

You let out a strangled cry, a hand coming up to your mouth so you can muffle your cries, and another desperately clutching onto the wrist holding onto your thigh. He pauses, glancing up at your expression and waiting for you to push him away, but a slight movement of your wrist draws your thigh higher up and his hips a bit closer to you. Grinning, he grasps his softening cock once again and drags his tip from your upper thigh back into your slit, massaging his own cum into your center. 

When he’s completely limp and cringing himself from the overstimulation of pushing himself back into your pussy, he drops your thigh and climbs back up, whispering sweet things into your ear. 

“Baby, you were so good,” he coos, smoothing back your hair and wiping leftover tears. “You deserved that, you were so hot. Here, let me,” he gets a warm towel from the restroom and wipes down your thighs and core before dressing you in his t-shirt (a sight which he’ll never admit he absolutely loves) and pulling on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed with you and pulling you into his chest.

“I loved it.” 

You hiccup, breath short from the sensitivity but also from your tears. “You did?” 

And he thinks its the damned cutest thing ever, how even if you were an innocent girl he’d never thought he’d date, you suddenly turned into a sex starved shyer version of yourself because of him, and then returned back to the sweet blushing one he’d fallen in love with even after hours of rough sex and the dirtiest things. It absolutely fucking thrills him and makes his dick so hard whenever he brings you to too many orgasms, when you reach the point where you dont know whether to stop or continue, or to cry or kiss him. He’s had his fair share of flings and sexcapades, but he knows that the only girl who’s ever made him so whipped, the only girl who’s gotten Jeon Jeongguk wrapped around her tiny little finger, is you. 

You who he began to tease and flirt with as a joke, but ended up falling so damn hard for you after just a partner project where you ended up sympathizing with him and treating him like a real fucking human being, and not the football athlete that everyone worshipped and expected so much out of. You who always looked at him, past his body and face and extracurriculars, and into his soul and really truly understood who he was at the core. You who drunkenly kissed him one night underneath the stars and you who’s cheeks went furiously red when he kissed you again in front of the entire school. You who weren’t afraid of telling him when he was being too cocky or just a dick, and made sure to keep him in check, to the point that his teammates were commenting on what a kind softie he was becoming. 

And finally, you who he found himself hopelessly irrevocably in love with. 

And he looks down at you, with your bare face that’s not really anything special. Eyes, nose, and lips that are average, hair that’s common, and a body that others will say they’ve seen better. But its the way you look at him with your eyes that makes him love you. The way you press your nose against his neck when you cuddle with him and the way you shyly move your soft lips against him when you kiss him goodbye. It’s the way your hair feels like absolute silk underneath his fingers when he runs his hands through them when you’re asleep, and the way your entire body literally lights up and bends at his will and his only

Those are the things, amongst many, that made the high and mighty bad boy Jeon Jeongguk fall in love with you. 

So he cups your face and smiles as he pecks against your lips, peppering your face with them until you giggle and shriek against his attack. Laughing, he draws you close. 

“I did, because I fucking love you.”


Prequel: 01 & 02 [fin], Give and Take[M]

TBT: a journey

About two months ago I was hate-watching the finale of Pretty Little Liars because I started watching it as a joke and got roped in by gays and murder and Troian Bellisario’s voice. Anyway there was this preview for this show and these 3 chicks were screaming at a subway.  And I wasn’t sure what was going on…Cosmo? That chick from Faking It? Cute black girl? Some white chick with a bougie name like Sutton? No thanks.

And then there was a preview during the PLL finale where they were talking with the chick from Faking It about orgasms.  And the other white girl and her black friend were being funny and the white girl had this line “Loving the can-do spirit!” And it made me chuckle.  So then when PLL ended I was like “eh…what the hell”.

And then I realized wait, these 3 chicks are super supportive of each other? And feel like real friends?

Oh and bougie Sutton is actually super relatable and hilarious, but also just really hardworking.

Oh and there was this boss, who is the chick from The Office, and when you think she’s just going to be a Devil Wears Prada rip off she’s actually really supportive of her staff and inspiring? 

And all of a sudden I’m just…What the hell am I watching? Why does this feel so rare and why am I smiling?

Oh wait…and then there was a LESBIAN MUSLIM RABBIT HOLE.  

And this character Adena, and Kat, and Kat doesn’t know if she likes girls. 

And all of a sudden I’m crying because this hits so close to home. And then she has a revelation at a gosh dang SOUL CYCLE class and it’s so absurd yet feels the most real any scene I’ve ever seen and it’s paired with Sutton negotiating a salary?! And I’m watching this nonsense and screaming: WHAT IS THIS GEM OF A SHOW!!!

And then some drama happened and Tiny Jany (because that’s what we call her because she’s tiny) might have a BRCA gene and she just sobs and I am sobbing with her. And they all get in a bathtub together and it’s the cutest goddamn scene ever.

Oh and then Kadena (because that’s what they’re called now because I just dove right into the trash of shipping this shit so hard) have the type of angst and slow burn that normally the straight whites have.  And they have this drawn out ROMANCE. That usually only happens in movies!

And they have the epic airport goodbyes, and the slow sex scene (in an airport).  
And now I’m this grown ass woman in her 20s with like a grown up job going…WHAT TYPE OF DARK MAGIC IS THIS SHOW AND WHY AM I SO SHOCKED THAT THIS IS ON TV BECAUSE IT’S LITERALLY SO NORMAL AND BEAUTIFUL AND I FEEL SO UNDERSTOOD.

Because Kat not knowing how to label herself is real. And Kat being terrified of relationships is real.  And Tiny Jane living the dream but still wanting more for herself and to take risks is real. And Sutton Brady is just the realest character out there.

I regret nothing from that random decision a few months ago. 

She got hot!- Peter Parker

Author: raeswritings

Pairing: Peter x reader

Requested: Yes, by anon

Request: Can u write about Peter and reader being friends and she moves away around middle school and come back junior year and she glowed up alOT and Peter is too scared to talk to her thinking she changed but she’s still in love w him.

Warnings: angst? fluff

A/N: It feels good to be back writings!! This is my first peter imagine. Hope you guys enjoy it xx

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

For as long as anyone could remember, Y/N, Peter and Ned have been the three musketeers. The best of friends who always caused mischief everywhere they go. Their friendship dates all the way back to first grade when six year old Y/N dissed Ned’s and Peter’s favorite movie, Star Wars, claiming that it was stupid and that Star Trek was way cooler than Star Wars. This caused an argument between the three. Ned and Peter telling Y/N why Star Wars is superior to Star Trek. Which led them to Peter’s apartment where they watched both Star Wars and Star Trek. The rest was history. 

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Dating Bruce Wayne Would Include

(Btw I am using the Batman v Superman Bruce Wayne, y’all)

  • Not being entirely sure as to how it all even happened
    • On the off-chance that you’re one of Gotham’s minimal elite, you probably met Bruce at a charity gala and, for some reason beyond your comprehension, he picked you out of the other well-dressed women
    • In the higher likelihood that you don’t come from an affluent family, there’s a multitude of possibilities as to where you met: Maybe you were at a gala working as part of the catering company and he accidentally spilled red wine on you. Maybe you worked as an intern or temp or had a desk job somewhere in the Wayne Enterprise building in Gotham. Or maybe he just saw some assholes giving you a rough time and he stepped in and then offered to walk you home.

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Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me


You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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Haven’t Seen Her

Title: Haven’t Seen Her

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Jacksepticeye x fem!reader

Word Count: 1766 

Summary: Jack has a new girlfriend?

A/N: This story is told as the reader is female. For my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible

Originally posted by riciehmon

Jack had a new girlfriend. The internet was buzzing, his community talking about it on every form of social media. Who had managed to catch the eye of the sweet, loud, Irish boy? More importantly, how had they not noticed? The clues should have been as clear as day, not to mention all the times he mentioned you.

       The first time he mentioned you, it was a passing remark. No one really took notice of it, too occupied laughing and focused on what the Irish man was doing. Smiling, he held up a handful of containers, and a small note with scribbles on it.


       “So, I got my make up here that was so generously loaned to me. (Y/N) put a little list here for me so I knew what order to put them on.”

       The second time was a few months later, when he was doing a new and improved house tour. Not much changed, though it was always entertaining to watch the shaky camera and the happy voice accompanying it.

       “This plant is very pretty. Its not mine though, I’m just watching over it while (Y/N) visits her family.”

       Yet, the fans still didn’t seem to pick up on anything. Sure, there were a few comments here and there about what he had said, but they were buried deep in the comments section, covered by links and click bait ads.

       The third time sparked interest within his community, more and more people noticing your name popping up here and there, casually as if he had already told them who you were. Had he? Or was this a new development?

       “What’s my favourite memory of 2015? Oh, that’d have to be the time a bunch of my friends and I went on a group camping trip. It was amazing. I never really get to hang out with people as much, not that I’m complaining or anything. It was just nice to get away for the weekend. (Y/N) and I had canoed down the river, and almost got lost if it wasn’t for her being smart enough to bring a compass.”

       By now, theories began to pop up. Did Jack get a girlfriend? An old family friend? A neighbour? No one could figure it out, and Jack had given them no clues. People began writing stories, drawing art, trying to guess who you were and what you looked like. It wasn’t until the four incident, when they finally got some clue into who you were.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies. My name is Jacksepticeye!”

       Thousands of people watched in confusion as Jack sat in front of the screen, his face being the only thing seen, awe and confusion on his face as he looked off screen, and not the game that was put in the title. That wasn’t the only thing that was off. The voice of the intro, however, wasn’t his. It was a woman’s voice, melodic and teasing as she practically screamed the line he was known for. Jack laughed, slouching over the table slightly before quickly standing up, only the corner of his jaw seen of his face, whispering something to someone off screen. There was a laugh, then Jack getting pushed back into view of the camera, before the video reset, playing the intro as it should have been, as if nothing had happened. An arm, a hand, and a glimpse of hair was all they got, but it was enough to explode the internet.  

       The fifth incident was different than the others. It was a vlog, nothing too unusual for Jack to do every now and then. However, this time, he stood in front of a hair salon, his green hair faded so much it was practically yellow.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome to another vlog! I know I’ve been doing quite a few of these lately, but this time, I’ve brought you to the hairdresser! Tons of people asked me to show me going to get my haired dyed, and the process of it. And in order to not bore myself. I’ve brought along a friend!”

       There was a cheerful hello in the background, but Jack hadn’t turned the camera, the voice hidden, and the person unknown. Was this (Y/N)? The girl that had started showing up in Jacks videos more and more? The audience waited in anticipation, enjoying themselves already.

       The video continues, Jack doing things here and there, cracking a few jokes and introducing the lady who was dying his hair. However, it was soon obvious whom he had brought with him, as the same name rang out half way through, and a woman walking behind Jack as he filmed himself looking in the mirror. The mystery girl had returned. Fans eagerly watched, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. However, the only thing they got was Jack retelling a joke you had said, or repeating a funny comment while you laughed in the background. It wasn’t until the end, when you were revealed again.

       “Don’t I look soooooo pretty!”

       Jack’s voice was high pitched, hands pulling your hair so it curled over his head, which was partially dyed to match his, as he smiled sweetly into the camera. You laughed from behind him, quickly stealing the camera, and your hair back, from his hands and flipping the camera to filming him. However, the camera had turned to your face, and for a split second, the world saw your face.

       Twitter blew up minutes after the vlog was posted, the hashtag #WhoIsJack’sNewGirlfriend? spread like wildfire, single shots of your blurry face everywhere.


       The sixth mention, wasn’t as much as a mention, but more a video. The video was titled “HAPPY WHEELS CHALLENGE…WITH A GUEST?!?!”, no mention of who it was, or if they had been on a video with him before. Fans spectated the video, starting with the intro, just as it always was. However, the camera was placed differently, so that Jack was completely visible till his waist. His arms were behind him, and two smaller hands replaced them, high-fiving the air beside the camera. Jack laughed as the hand totally failed, but continued to do his intro.

       "Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome back to…HAPPY WHEELS! I have a very special guest with me today, (Y/N)! And this is a very stupid video we decided to do, because why not?! I’m going to have my arms behind my back, and (Y/N) is going to control the game for me, but she can’t see a thing! Hopefully this wont be a total disaster!“

       The video was full of laughs, screams, and Jacks new hands smacking his shoulder several times, which just made them laugh harder. It was hard not to laugh along, especially when Jack kept screaming while (Y/N) tried to do a spike fall. The fans hoped that they could at least see a small view of your face, however, Jacks back and shoulders covered everything that could have been seen.

       The seventh and final instance, was when the truth came out.

       Jack was filming another reading your comments video, a half a year after you were first mentioned. He started the first few as he normally did, a few silly one, a few serious ones with silly answers, and one serious one. And then, the moment of truth.

“Jack, can you please tell us who (Y/N) is? You’ve mentioned her a lot recently, and I know I’m not the one wondering. I’ve seen a lot of these comments recently, and yes, I have seen them and haven’t answered them. (Y/N) is a very special person to me, and I respect her enough not to be forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to do. She enjoys her privacy, and can be shy sometimes, so I don’t want to be forcing her to sit with me on camera, or be constantly filming what we do. When (Y/N) and I hang out, I don’t have to pretend with her. Not that I’m saying I pretend when I talk to you guys, but when I film, I constantly have to make things interesting, keep the energy going. (Y/N) is my rock, and I couldn’t imagine her not being in my life. When she’s ready, maybe she’ll introduce herself to you, but for now, please don’t pressure her into anything she doesn’t want to do. If you haven’t figured it out, (Y/N) is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for almost eight months now, and honestly I’m so happy. I love her to death, and I hope you guys will love her just as much as I do. Okay, maybe not that much.”

       He ended the question with a giggle, and that was that.
     
       Of course you were mentioned more and more over the course of the year, Jacks face lighting up at your name and the stories he told. He apologized most of the time when a story got away from him about the two of you, but instead if receiving hate or comments that told him they didn’t want to hear stories about you, all the comments were positive. They loved hearing stories about you, about the life Jack had outside of YouTube. As soon as he started mentioning you, others did as well. Mark, Felix, and even Ken mentioned you at least once in their videos, excited for Jack and happy that he found someone to love as much as they had. Mark of course had to be the odd man out and have a whole story on one of his videos, but the fans loved it, laughing about how you got lost at the mall with them and had to huddle next to him until you two managed to find Jack again.

       It wasn’t until a year and a half later, when you were finally introduced to the world. It wasn’t a video like most hoped, a picture was what revealed you. Your face wasn’t in it completely, you were turned away, just the side of your face being seen, but Jack was full center. The pictured seemed almost better than a video when everyone saw the smiles on yours and Jacks face as he held your hand up, a ring on your ring finger sparkling in the light, did they realize that they didn’t need to see you to know that you made Jack incredibly happy. And that was enough for them.

Lover Boy | Jeff Atkins

Requested by @cra-zy-vib-ess14 this one is for you! I had a lot of fun doing this and it came pretty naturally that I even wrote it the same day I got the requested, you lucky duck haha! Anyway I hope you enjoy, and everyone else who reads this! Don’t be afraid to request something yourself but be aware writing takes time and you may not get your request answered asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy ♡

Warning: smut, public, rough

Originally posted by alcantara420

I sat next to Justin pointing out how he had done the math equation wrong by putting the x in the wrong spot, he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up in frustration.

“Why is this so hard for me?” He mumbled mainly to himself, I guessed so I reassuringly patted his shoulder and said, “that’s what I’m here for, to help you get better and make this easier” I offer him a smile and he nods going back to his work.

I look around the library appreciating the quietness but I couldn’t help but feel that something was missing, I look at the desk that was usually occupied by Jeff and Clay and frowned as it was empty.

“Looking for your lover boy?” I heard Justin ask and without even looking at him I knew he had a smirk across on his lips.

I stop looking at the unoccupied desk and back at my hands on the table blushing “he isn’t my lover boy” I mumble in embarrassment.

“You wish he was though” Justin replied back with knowing tone in his voice, I looked at him and he had a small smile of his lips instead of his usual smirk “He wishes he was too” he added.

I look shocked as the words left his lips “what?” I asked confused.

“Jeff, he likes you too y/n” Justin explains now smirking at me, he softly pats my hand leaning in to say something else but then quickly pulled away, I give him a look of confusion but then notice him looking behind me.

I slowly turn and see Jeff angrily leaving the library, “what just happened?” I asked Justin concerned.

He laughs slowly closing his books “I think you better go after him, your lover boy may be jealous” I blush at the thought of Jeff getting jealous but listen to Justin leaving him to pack up his stuff and go home.

I walk outside of the library to an empty hallway, I turn a corner hoping to at least get a glimpse of Jeff but sadly I was just met with another deserted hallway “Jeff?” I call out wondering if he was even still here.

Looking intensely at the end of the corridor I didn’t notice a hand creep out of the boys’ locker room, I let out a muffled scream in an attempt to call out for help afraid one of my worst fears would be coming true as the person dragged me inside the locker room, but instead I was met with a familiar pair of blue eyes.

“Jeff” I whisper is relief, I let out an awkward chuckle “you scared me half to death” I admitted but then noticed the frustrated look painted on his face.

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never enough (TKST one shot)

A/N: hello lovelies! here is a little blurb i wrote based on a prompt about post-VMAs sex with Shawn in his suit. that suit was hella hot so yeah, i couldn’t resist. this is a twist on that request and it takes place in the TKST universe, some time in the future of  their timeline! enjoy!! 

You didn’t go to the show with him because this thing you’ve got is still so fresh. Only a handful of people know, some of his friends and family, and some of yours, and it’s still too new to go public. You’re both still learning each other, even though you feel so easily comfortable with him already. 

But that just makes you want to protect this thing you’ve got with him from prying eyes even more, because you’ve never had anything quite like it. It’s safe but electric, surprises you yet comforts you. It’s never the same, but he always feels familiar to you for some reason. 

You think you could maybe love him. You just need time. And that means privacy, too. 

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One cheeseburger no cheese coming up

When I was a teen and worked at McD’s (usually on grill) there was this girl that would absolutely fly off the handle over anything/nothing all the time. She was tiny, about 16, and probably thought she was a hot-shit princess. I’ll call her Ship. She didn’t just yell and swear, either; she would actually throw things, punch equipment, go into other stations and knock stuff down, etc. It was crazy. I hated working with Ship and Ship HATED me because I constantly pushed her buttons and made her fly off the handle, especially when the owner was around. How? Pointing out her mistakes, politely asking her what an order she entered meant, or just looking at her silently. Seriously. It was almost fun.

One day Ship was in window 2 of the drive through handing out the food. Window one entered “cheeseburger-no cheese.” This is a ‘grill’ order meaning it prints a little slip and you put that slip on the wrapper to show its custom ordered. Now, I know Ship isn’t going to grab anything without that little sticker, and she isn’t smart enough to think about what the order is for.

I smiled and grabbed a hamburger wrapper and made a hamburger and put it up, leaving the little receipt dangling from the machine next to my head as if I hadn’t noticed. Ship is watching me as I make the next order, and the next, muttering to herself, arms crossed, feet tapping, and I can see the pressure building. She’s making little noises, stalking away, coming back as the food pile builds.

Finally she snaps. She stalked over, got inches from my face, and screaming says “WHERES MY CHEESEBURGER!”

I feign innocence. I direct her to the screen (I cleared that order several orders ago of course) and ask what she means. She grabs the receipt and shoves it in my face, triumphant. “THIS CHEESEBURGER! MAKE THIS!!”

Without taking the receipt, I ask what it is. “CHEESEBURGER NO CHEESE!”

“Oh… well what do you call a cheeseburger no cheese?”

She just stared at me dumbly, so I walked over, picked up the hamburger, and showed it to her. She got so angry she punched the backup grill printer off the top of the counter onto the floor (where it broke) and pushed over some other stuff in the grill. I told the owner that night, he pulled the tape, verified she was the one that broke his back up grill printer, and fired her.

Man I hope she’s in jail.

EXO’s scenarios: saying first “I love you” (ot9)

I’m a sucker for fluff

Originally posted by xiuminet

  • Kim Minseok/Xiumin

 It was late at night when the two of you found yourself walking down the street. His hand held strongly to yours, fingers laced. Winter was mild that year, so you were worried that snow wouldn’t fall. That’s why you and Minseok went out every night. You didn’t want to miss it.

 Finally it started to snow one evening. Minseok was so excited that he started to dance in the middle of the street. One of his hands pulled you to join him as the other one was pointing at the sky.

“Look (y/n)! It’s finally snowing! Can you see it?”

“Yeah, I can. You’re going to tear off my arm Minseok!” you laughed at his cuteness while struggling to keep your balance.

“Sorry!” he stopped moving his hand but kept yours in it. “But it’s the first snow! I hope it stays for longer with us!”

 You agreed and pulled him close to you so you two could hug while watching snowflakes fall.

“You know why I’m so excited?”

“Because it’s the first snow?”

“No, it’s the first snow we get to experience together.” a soft aww left your lips at his cheesiness . “You know that if you say I love you during the first fall of snow your love will become ethereal?”

“You just made that up!” you laughed, punching him lightly.

“Yeah, but you never know! Maybe nobody found out about it yet!”

“Okay then.” you turned to face him fully. “I love you Minseok.”

 His smile went even wider (if it’s possible) and he placed his hands on your cheeks to squeeze them.

“I love you too (y/n)!”

Originally posted by suhomysuho

  • Kim Junmyeon/Suho

“What are you doing?” he asked averting his gaze shyly when he noticed you filming him.

 His hands rested on the pages that he was reading a few seconds before. Fingers held gracefully red pen to write additional notes. He looked adorable in his glasses.

“It’s for the future generations. The documentary about species known as actors. Here we have specimen Kim Junmyeon in his natural habitat.” you giggled and continued recording the close-up on his face.

 Young man smiled at that and returned to memorizing his script. But then one thing hit him. Your words meant that you were thinking about him as part of your future. You were putting him in your plans. That meant much more to him than he could imagine. He looked up at you with sweet smile. Words were never so important in your relationship, but he felt the need to tell you.

“I love you.”

 Your eyes went wide at that, looking up from the small screen of your phone. His gaze was so full of love and warmth that it could probably melt an iceberg. He pulled you closer by your hand to kiss your shoulder and returned to his work, not really waiting for you to say it back.

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Whizzer and Jason Headcanons

-I mean, they’re like best friends, but everyone already knows that.

-Whizzer ugly cried for an hour when Jason once accidentally called him dad. Then Whizzer proceeded to flip out because his face was all red and blotchy from the crying, he forced Marvin to go out and buy him some cucumbers for his puffy eyes.

-Whizzer once tried to teach Jason karate as self defense when Jason told him about a bully that was picking on him.

-Whizzer took Jason to pride with him because Marvin didn’t want to go, and now he takes Jason every year. It’s a tradition thing they have. 

-Whizzer and Cordelia always try to coax Jason into watching reality shows with them, and when he finally did watch an episode, he got really into it. 

-Whizzer and Jason make endless amounts of cookies, cakes, brownies, etc. It’s the main contents of Marvin’s fridge. 

-One time, Jason was on Whizzer’s laptop, being nosy, and he found gay porn. Jason has been traumatized ever since, and he couldn’t look at Whizzer for a week without blushing. He told Trina what happened, and Whizzer got screamed at. 

-Whizzer and Jason pull tons of pranks on Marvin. They put whip cream on his face when he’s sleeping, they once even put green hair dye in Marvin’s shampoo, and he got SO mad. This back lashed on Whizzer when Marvin put baby powder in his hair dryer. 

-Jason hid Whizzer’s hair products from him for a whole day and Whizzer literally sobbed when he couldn’t find them. Jason gave them back and apologized. 

-For Valentine’s Day, Whizzer helped Jason buy a gift for a girl he liked. When Jason got turned down by her, he and Whizzer ate ice cream on the couch and watched all of Jason’s favorite movies.

Birthday Blues // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Honestly, I wrote this at 1am. 

Named after: The fact that I mentioned readers birthday so much. That and I was listening to the blues.


It was a Saturday. It was the day of the championship game for baseball. But most importantly, it was your birthday.


You had let this small fact take a back seat in weeks leading up to the game, you didn’t want to stress Jeff out. Your boyfriend was already spending more time with Clay to get tutoring for two more classes just to make sure he’d play. He’d exercise in the early morning before school, go to baseball practice after, study and do homework with the smaller boy, and then watch his previous games until it was time to repeat.

It had become a routine, and Jeff normally got like this a few days before his games. You’d grown accustomed to it, you would plan to walk to school or ride with your next door neighbor Alex Standall, pack a few extra protein bars and Gatorade to leave in his locker, as well as massage him during his film.

He was…distant but it was okay because he always felt so guilty after, he’d pamper you for the next week.

However, what your boyfriend failed to let you know, was that for the championship, this routine of his was starting two weeks before you expected it. So when you found yourself arriving at school by 3rd period, after waiting 20 minutes for your boyfriend to show up you were more than angry.

But you pushed it aside, silently forgiving your baseball player. You knew Jeff loved the sport he played. For the most part, it was the only thing he felt he was incredible at. So you slowly adjusted to this behavior for the week, eating lunch by yourself because Jeff didn’t initially tell you he was going to the athletic trainer during your lunch period. Nodding as he asked you if you could find another ride home because practice was running late. Walking when you realized all your friends had already left.

It was fine, you knew it wasn’t intentional or malicious, he just really wanted the game to go well. Scouts would be looking at him. More importantly, you knew that once these weeks finished you’d have him all to yourself, starting on your birthday.

You walked through the bleachers wearing Jeff’s home jersey, 30 minutes before the game started. You saved seats for his parents who had already wished you a happy birthday, your parents who were there to support your boyfriend, and your friends who had helped you survive these past two weeks.

You made three posters all with different puns and cheesy jokes that you were sure Jeff would love,
 ’#1 on the field AND in my heart’
 'No that is not Derek Jeter, it’s Jeff Atkins’

And your personal favorite,
  ‘Atkins, Homerun counter:__’

You brought a sharpie with you to the game and by the end of it, you had edited that poster at least four times. You screamed so loud during the game you barely had any voice left when the team won.

The student section, along with yourself rushed the field and you watched as your boyfriend and his teammates poured water all over their coach. You smiled, more proud of Jeff than ever. Your two weeks of relationship hell were over and you were going to spend the rest of this Saturday night celebrating him and your birthday.

When you finally got the opportunity to get to Jeff, waiting for his parents and your parents to go first so they could leave, you hugged him as tightly as you could you pecked his lips before asking, “Now what champ?”

He smiled at the abbreviation. He let go holding out a finger signaling he’d get back to you. He left, jogging over to his teammates and a few reporters. You waited. Waited as the captains talked to the reporters who covered the game, waited as he greeted the college scout with a firm handshake, waited as the team filed out.

Jeff was the first one on that field and the last one to leave the dugout. He had all of his stuff in his baseball bag, slung on one shoulder while he wrapped the other arm around your waist.

“We’re going to Bryce’s!” He said smiling as you reached his car.

“W-what?” You asked trying to keep it together.

“Bryce, you know Bryce, he’s throwing a party for the win! You asked, ‘now what’ so that’s what!” He replied placing his stuff in his trunk.

You couldn’t lie, it fucking hurt. He forgot. He forgot your birthday of all days. You understand, it was the championship but the last thing you wanted to do was get drunk with a bunch of rowdy jocks. You and Jeff did that almost every weekend. Before you could say anything, Jeff opened the door for you, kissing your cheek.

“Jeff…” you started your voice nearly breaking. But when he turned to you, with the world in his eyes, ecstatic he had just won, you couldn’t bring yourself to ruin it. So you swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked back your tears as you forced a smile on your face.

“Could you please take me home? I’m not feeling too well.” You said, barely managing to make it through your request.

He nods, rushing back over to the driver’s seat. He grabs your hand, rubbing circles on your skin all the way to your house. His grip tightens as he pulls into your driveway and finally looks over at you.

You avoid his gaze and move to get out.

“So no party?” He asks you.

“No thanks, but go and have fun okay? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He furrows his eyebrows placing another kiss on your hand before letting you go.

“Thanks, baby girl, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

And with that, he drives off. Once he’s out of sight you finally let the tears stream down your face like they had wanted to for the past two weeks.

You decided not to call anyone to make other plans, you would much rather sulk in your own pity. You had a mix of texts come in through the night that you ignored. Most of them from friends wishing you a happy birthday, and a few from a very drunk Jeff who, for the life of him, couldn’t manage to spell out ‘I love you’. That night you cried yourself to sleep, upset and alone trying to rationalize your boyfriend’s actions.


You woke up early the next morning, making yourself breakfast and planning out your day to make up for the previous. You could have fun by yourself. You ignored whatever Jeff texted you when you got ready, putting on some of your favorite clothes instead. Sorting through looking for your sweatshirt, you heard a knock on your door.

You threw on a t-shirt instead, yelling out 'come in’, as you started to put your hair into a bun.

“Hey, you feeling better? I have the nastiest hangover, so it’s fine if you’re not, we’ll be miserable together” Jeff started.

And you shook your head slightly at first, then you gradually became angrier. You couldn’t care less if Jeff had a hangover. Throughout his whole drunk escapade, it didn’t even occur to him that you were sitting at home, by yourself, on your birthday. He had treated you like shit for two weeks, he didn’t just get to waltz back into your life as though it never happened.

“Your parents let me in on their way out. You weren’t answering my texts so I just thought-” he stopped himself as he watched your expression change.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

“What’s wrong Jeff? What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me?” You questioned, raising your voice slightly.

You didn’t plan on getting angry so fast, he just was so oblivious to everything it pissed you off, royally.

Jeff was taken aback. His mouth dropped slightly as he tried to figure out where he went wrong.

“FIRST. You didn’t give me a ride to school with no notice! I had to fucking walk! I was late to class and now I have detention next weekend so thanks!” You stood, now pacing around your room as Jeff took a seat on your bed.

“Baby-” he tried to interrupt.

“I’m not done” You interjected.

You were so upset you missed the completely shocked expression on Jeff’s face. Everything he did wrong in the past two weeks was flooding in all at once.

“Then! You made me eat by myself at lunch when you didn’t tell me you weren’t going to be there!”

“Baby girl-”

“Don’t you dare 'baby girl’ me! Then! You made me walk home! …IT’S AN HOUR WALK JEFF!”

He stood to meet you in all your anger, approaching you slowly.

“You basically ignored me, FOR TWO WEEKS! For fuck sake, Clay saw you more than I did!”

You couldn’t help it. Everything was spiraling in your head and pouring out of your mouth. When Jeff reached you, his hands that normally felt so comforting betrayed him. You wanted nothing more than to scream and yell until he left until he felt the way that you did.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? Please calm down-” he said in the most soothing voice he could figure.

Jeff was scared, to say the least. He had never seen you this angry before.

“CALM. DOWN? YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS!” You screamed back at him pushing against his chest to create some distance between the two of you.

As your voice grew louder, the tears came rolling in again. When they fell down your cheeks Jeff had to fight the urge to wipe them. He felt guilty, he was the sole reason you were so worked up.

“THEN TO TOP IT ALL OFF JEFFREY? YOU FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY!”

Jeff could have sworn he felt his heart stop. He knew he had been forgetting something, he just didn’t know it was you. He couldn’t even stutter out a response, he just stood there taking you in.

“I made three fucking posters for you! And I was there for you! Through all this BULLSHIT! I waited after the game! When you did all your interviews, and you met with all the scouts, and you were fucking around with the boys! I let you do whatever the fuck you needed to! And you left me. On my birthday. FOR A FUCKING PARTY!”

You were sobbing at this point and your voice cracked as you screamed at him.

Jeff had tears at the brims of his eyes as well, he had no idea how much he hurt you in the past two weeks.

“A fucking party Jeff…god, you’re such an asshole.” You mumbled, wiping your tears frantically, hoping that they would stop flowing.

Jeff blinked back the tears his eyes before he approached you again. He stood this time, at least two feet away to give you your space. It was the distance that hurt him the most, normally he couldn’t take his hands off of you. Now, he had to watch his first love cry, because of him, and she was too upset to even let him wipe away her tears.

“I’m sorry” he began.

And before you could interrupt him he continued.

“I- I’m so sorry.” He tripped over his own apology as a few tears fell from his eyes. He wiped them quickly, he knew he wasn’t in the position to get emotional when he was the one who hurt you.

“I was such a dick…and I- I fucked up big time…I don’t even fucking deserve you…” he struggled to find the right words that would make this all go away, but unlike your usual insignificant fights, he knew there wasn’t any combination of words that would fix it.

“Lemme make it up to you” he pleaded.

You crossed your arms over each other. Furious and devastated all at once. You wanted him to stay with you for the rest of the day but you also wanted him to get the hell out of your room.

Jeff slowly closed the gap between you two, grabbing at your waist.

“Please. Y/N. Let me fix it.”

He stared at you, searching your eyes waiting for your answer.

“I’ll beg if I have to” he offered up with a sad smile.

You frowned avoiding his eyes, you and Jeff both knew his puppy dog eyes could get you to do anything.

And so Jeff got onto his knees, his hands still at your waist and you finally looked at him.

“Jeff, get up” you muttered.

“Just give me a chance to fix it.” He countered.

You nodded quickly if only to get him off the ground, and he smiled standing to his feet again. He embraced you in what felt like the tightest hug ever.

“I’m really sorry” he mumbled into your hair.

And when he pulled away he was leaving your room.

“Cancel all your plans today, I’ll be back in an hour, I promise this is going to be the best day of your life!” He rambled as he grabbed his keys from your bed.

“Jeff, I don’t want you to le-” you whined. This was the first time he was paying attention to you in a while.

“One hour. If I’m not back……dump me!” He called out as he left your room door.

You sat on your bed, hearing the rumble of his engine begin, and when the sound of his car left your ears you exhaled and leaned back onto your bed. Hopeful for what was in store.


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BTS reaction to slow sex

Namjoon


Namjoon was kinda wild in the bedroom, so you two never really tried going slow and easy. He always showed his dominant side and you loved it, but tonight you decided to try doing it slow. So when he decided to put you on top, you started going slow and deep, making him moan.

“Next time you’re on top again, yeah?”

Originally posted by bexsblogposts

Jin

Your boyfriend always did anything for you; bought your favorite food, watched your favorite movies with you and other things. But when it comes to doing the dirty things, he is in charge. It’s not so vanilla, it’s mostly rough and fast. Today was your birthday, so he decided to listen to you. After finally moving inside of you slowly, his voice became deeper.

“You look so good, you know?”

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores

Yoongi

You’d think that Yoongi is more into lazy sex, but the boy was rough and fast. He made you scream his name every time he got to be inside you. The two of you had been together for three months and didn’t really try new things. Until one day, when you woke him up feeling hot and bothered. He was holding you gently and slowly helping you to ride him. His morning voice made you even more horny, and the morning sex was something you’d do often.

“Fuck…”

Originally posted by sugasuite

Hoseok

There was always something about the way Hoseok held you and pounded hard into you. It made you want him even more, tug on his hair and leave scratches on his back to let everyone know how good he makes you feel. That night he came home from practice all sweaty and tired but horny. His moves were slow and gentle, and you loved it as much as him.

“We should do this more often, don’t you think?”

Originally posted by because-k-pop

Jimin

Jimin and you tried going slow many times, but it ended up with him not controlling himself and finishing sooner than planned. This time you decided to be on top and not allow him to move. You started really slow and held his hands still above his head.

“Yeah, I admit, you were right. Now keep… fuck… just like that.”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Taehyung

Your first time with Tae was slow and gentle, but after finding out how good roughs sex with him was, you didn’t even try doing it slow. It was your last day with him, tomorrow he was going to Japan. You two ended up in the bed, making love sweetly instead of going rough.

“I missed this.”

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs


Jungkook

The thought of having slow sex made Jungkook laugh. He always enjoyed being rough with you, and you didn’t mind. But you wanted something new. You were in bed, telling him you really wanted to try slow and him laughing, but suddenly letting out a moan. You climbed on him and slowly moved up and down, making him moan louder and louder.

“Who knew this could be so good.”

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy


I couldn’t wait anymore ((:

BTS Reaction to them watching scary movies with you-

(for @jungkookandpizza /my bae4lyf) 


Jin-

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

You’d finally convinced Jin to watch the first Conjuring movie with you. As everything was set up and you were cuddled up with your blanket on the couch, Jin sat practically right on top of you. “Stay close to me, I don’t want you to get too scared.” He said, obviously lying.


Suga-

Originally posted by samwol

You’d ask Yoongi if he would watch a horror movie with you tonight, fully expecting to have to convince him. “Sure babe, let’s put it on now.” He said which somewhat surprised you. Although his face stayed stoic, you could feel goossebumps arise on his skin during the pop out parts. “Hold me babe, i’m fucking scared!” you exclaimed jumping into yoongi’s lap. “I’ve got you.” He said before holding you tight and secretly hiding his face behind you during the scary parts. 


J-Hope-

Originally posted by bangtan-hobi

After continuously begging Hoseok to watch a scary movie with you tonight, he finally gave in. When the night of screaming LOUDLY, jumping up from the couch, and at one point, accidentally kicking you in the face ended,you both went to bed. “I’m so mad at you for making me watch that. I hope you know that Y/N! WE’RE LEAVING THE LIGHT ON!”


Rap Mon-

Originally posted by rapnamu

Namjoon never wanted to watch any type of scary movie so you had to do some serious begging to get him to. “Pleaseeee?” You asked, pinching his cheek to tease. “Fine, just don’t do that again.” But of course, you tried to pay attention to the movie and namjoon only wanted to pay attention to your body. He had you bent over the couch within the first 20 minutes.


Jimin-

Originally posted by chimtae

“Please!! I promise, i’ll hold you throughout the whole movie!” Jimin rolled his eyes and whined. “Fine!’ You clapped loudly and excitedly, having finally annoyed jimin to the point of watching a scary movie with you. After jimin spent the whole night shaking and screaming at literally every part that looked even kinda scary in the movie, he held onto you as you were making your way back into your room. “AHH! WHAT WAS THAT?!” “That was me opening the door jimin STOP SCEAMING.”


V-

Originally posted by kimthwriter

It took no convincing Taehyung to watch a scary movie with you. “Of course I will! Go make the popcorn, i’ll start the movie.” But of course, you both went in with too much confidence. “We should leave the lights on…just in case.” You said as you both were holding onto eachother tightly in bed. “Yeah…you’re right.” He immediately agreed. 


Jungkook-

Originally posted by roselstra

Jungkook just wanted to make you happy, so he agreed to watching whatever movie you wanted tonight. You held onto him due to your freight throughout the whole movie. Towards the end, you felt jungkook’s hand going in places on your body it shouldn’t be. “Babe stop, the movie’s not over yet.” You said as you moved his hand back on your knee where it was. “Who cares, it’s practically over now. Let meeeee.” He whined as his hand traveled back down towards your crotch. 

Chanyeol scenario - Bad things

Originally posted by missmanfreda

not requested

genre: angst, smut

Summary: As a trainee for SM, things can be very difficult, but having an enemy along side you can be even more of a challenge. Especially if your enemy has a soft spot just for you.

Warnings: studio sex, fingering

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I please request you write something about Jumin getting drunk and suddenly calls out Rika's name while MC/Reader is taking care of him?

Title: Shadow

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Genre: Romance/Angst
Characters|Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Disclaimer: This post is word heavy

1 | 2.

a|n this was the most evil request i’ve ever received. whoever you are, thank you for breaking my heart while writing this. how could you. *cries for juju *also cries for self

The shadows of your heart
are hanging in the sweet, sweet air
The secrets that you hide
controls us and it’s just not fair

You were not ignorant of anything. In the little time you were able to spend with the members of the RFA, you have been given clues about the former mistress who used to run the association. The former mistress who, according to them, died due to suicide. You were not able to meet her in person but you’ve been given photos of her to look at while she was still alive.

They said her name was Rika.

What a beautiful name. What an even more beautiful personality. She made the organization to distribute and bring happiness for everyone. They said she’s engaged to be married to the current acting President, V. You wondered how was he able to cope up with her death?

You knew that Yoosung, Rika’s cousin was still mourning. It’s a given. He said they’ve been close since he was young. Everybody in the association admired and respected her and of course — in return, you did as well. With all the praises and beautiful things about her, you couldn’t help yourself but look up to her. A perfect role model. She did everything by herself, turning the RFA, which was named after her, an organization that would reflect her wishes.
Her pure, untainted hopes.
What a wonderful woman, you mused.

Yet, you found yourself as the replacement of the woman who died and left this earth. All of a sudden, just by accidentally downloading an app, you found yourself slowly become a part of something warmer than the sun — the friendship you gained with each member.

You are not ignorant. Yes, definitely, you weren’t. You are the kind of woman who knew where her boundary lies. You were not the type to go beyond or over something without carefully thinking about it.

But in the hands of love, everyone looses their own reasoning.

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anonymous asked:

How would everyone (V too) react to being in a (ง'̀-'́)ง big argument with MC... but out of nowhere she starts swearing in spanish? Hahahaha I'm Mexican and think this would be hilarious, it's canon that at least most of us mexicans swear a lot (sorry for the bad english)

Author’s note: I love this request so much omg I DIDN’T DO IT ENOUGH JUSTICE

Yoosung

  • HE WAS ACTUALLY SO CONFUSED
  • IT WAS SO FUNNY
  • “MC can you just-”
  • “I can’t understand you please-”
  • “Slow down I don’t know what’s happening-”
  • finally you just stopped and stared at him, waiting for a response
  • “I-I, uhh, lo siento?”
  • he took college Spanish have mercy on this child

Zen

  • when the first Spanish cuss word came out of your mouth, one thought crossed his mind
  • she’s so hot
  • BUT THAT DIDN’T STOP HIM FROM YELLING AT YOU IN FRENCH bc two can play at that game
  • so now you’re both standing in the middle of the living room, screaming at each other in two different languages, neither of you knowing what the other was saying
  • of course him yelling in french was super hot too
  • so finally, you took the initiave and shut him up with a kiss
  • “Bedroom?”
  • “Bedroom.”
  • I mean who doesn’t love make up sex

Jaehee

  • she tried to pull out her English to Spanish dictionary but you were going too fast
  • poor bby haD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO SHE JUST WATCHED AS YOU GOT MORE AND MORE INTO YOUR WORDS
  • the whole time she just kept messing with her glasses bc WHAT DO I DO IN THIS SITUATION
  • but she was also super fascinated because you were just so energetic  and passionate and
  • yup she definitely loves you more than a friend bye 

V

  • he is just like wat
  • BC HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE DID
  • YOU JUST WENT OFF ON HIM
  • “MC.”

  • “MC.”

  • “MC-“
  • “WHAT?”
  • “Uhh… why are you yelling at me in Spanish?”
  • “I’M NOT YELLING, I’M CUSSING!! AND I’LL GLADLY TRANSLATE FOR YOU, YOU SON-“
  • Nononono, I mean, why are you yelling at me at all??”
  • “Oh. You didn’t help me with the groceries and I asked you like FIVE TIMES!!!!! I MEAN COME ON, QUE CABR-“
  • And good job V
  • There she goes again

Jumin

  • when you started swearing in Spanish he just sat back and watched
  • anD MY GOD SEEING HIS SMIRKY LITTLE SMILE
  • AND HIS SMUG LITTLE FACE
  • JUST PISSED YOU OFF MORE
  • when you finally stopped to catch a breath you glared at him
  • “Are you done yet?”
  • “Sure.”
  • he stood up and kissed your forehead
  • “I spent four months in Mexico on a business trip.”
  • “So… you understood?”
  • Every word.”

707

  • once you started cussing
  • and you kept walking toward him and using your hands to talk
  • HE SWORE HE WAS GOING TO DIE OH MY GOD
  • and that’s when he dropped to his knees and grabbed onto your leg
  • “MC, I AM SO SORRY, I AM SORRIER THAN I HAVE EVER BEEN!!!!! JUST PLEASE DON’T KILL ME WITH YOUR MYSTICAL SPANISH POWERS.”
  • this dork
  • you literally stopped mid-sentence and stared at him
  • I mean did he really just say mystical Spanish powers
Not Leaving You Alone

Request: Omg I just found you and your imagines are amazinggggggg. If it’s alright I would like to ask for a request.
Tom Holland Spiderman X Reader where the reader is Tonys daughter and gets hurt/died when she goes out to help Peter fight the Vulture. You can decide the rest. Thanks in advanceeeee ^-^

Requested by: @dragonimaginesss

A/N: Thank you for the request, I really enjoyed writing. Don’t be afraid to send more Spider-Man imagines (angsty) :) I also hope you don’t mind that I didn’t have the reader die, just severely hurt. Also the reader has no special powers, just really smart lol.

Pairing: Peter x Stark!Reader

Warnings: near death, blood etc.


Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

“I’m not letting you go alone.” You stated, crossing your arms, defiance evident in your gaze. Peter shook his head, fumbling for words as he shrugged his shoulders desperately. You knew you were frustrating him in that that he didn’t want you to come along with him should you get seriously injured. And you knew that you weren’t using the brain everyone complimented you for having. But you refused to let Peter go along and fight someone who clearly wanted him dead.

Peter knew how to fight, yes, you knew that. But he was still an amateur. He knew it, you knew it, your father, Tony Stark knew it, and even if he had the bravest heart you’d ever seen, that didn’t mean he’d be able to defeat the Vulture. You wanted to have faith in him, you did, just not alone.

It also didn’t help the fact that your father had taken the suit he’d made for Peter away. He only had his web-shooters that were nothing compared to the ones Tony had created, and his crappy “costume” he’d made. And you knew, that when you’d stepped through the hallways of homecoming, wanting to go with Peter even if you didn’t go to his school, you knew there was something wrong. Everything that radiated off of him, it felt wrong.

“I can’t just let you come.” Peter argued, sighing desperately. He kept looking around himself, pouncing where he stood, as if he was just dying to leave.

“And you can’t just expect me to let you walk through those doors, fight someone who wants your head, and be fine with it.” You argued back, shaking your head obnoxiously towards him. You twisted in your dress, suddenly finding it very uncomfortable as you fought with the one person (besides your father) that you cared for more than anything. 

“You’re father will kill me if he finds out.” Peter reminded, stepping slowly away from you. You opened your mouth in hurt, your brows furrowing upon his words, almost immediately coming to your assumption. “Is that all your worried about?” You asked incredulously, shocking Peter himself as he quickly raised his two hands before himself, shaking them back and forth.

“No!” He rushed, “no. I’m worried about you getting hurt.” As Peter whispered these words, his head snapped behind him, his eyes widening in panic. You looked his direction, trying to see if you could find something but found nothing but an empty hallway. Before you could even respond to Peter’s words, he turned around, his hand shooting out and you watched as a white string headed your way. Suddenly your arm was pulled back slightly, your hand connected to the locker behind you with webbing. Your nose flared, anger flooding through you as you turned towards Peter, only to see him already running down the hall.

“Peter!” You screamed into the empty hall, trying to break your hand free.

“Please don’t be mad!”


Eventually you got out, at least an hour or so later. When finally someone walked down the hallway and it just happened to be Peter’s friend Ned. He immediately noticed the webbing and let you out, though he tried to stop you as well, not wanting you to get in trouble. But you almost immediately shut him up; “I am Tony Stark’s daughter, I do not need a boy to protect me.” You snapped, “if anything Peter needs me.”

After that, you’d changed into more appropriate clothing, knowing a dress was no way to go into battle. You guessed you should’ve been nervous, hell you were going into a battle with nothing to protect a boy you’d stupidly allowed yourself to fall in love with. It wasn’t hard to find Peter, if the plane falling from the sky had anything. After wandering you finally found Peter, on the ground, being punched over and over again by the Vulture.

You quickly froze, hiding behind something as you searched for anything that could help. Grabbing a piece of rubble from off the ground, you took a deep breath, nodding to yourself. This was probably the stupidest thing you’d ever done. And you knew if you made it out of this alive, you’d never hear the end of it from your father. But this wasn’t the first battle you’ve ever witnessed or been in, being an avenger’s daughter does that.

You jumped out behind from the pillar you’d hid behind, finding Peter still on the ground but now the Vulture was headed the other way. You immediately noticed what he was after and realized that this had been your father’s plane. It all made sense now. You steeled yourself, holding the object in front of you and calling out; “hey!”

You gained both Peter’s and the Vulture’s attention. Once the Vulture’s eyes fell on you, you gulped, trying to ignore your nerves. “I think you have something that belongs to my family.”

“Y/N.” Peter whispered, trying to crawl forward. Though it was helpless as one movement burned heavily and there was nothing he could do as the Vulture stepped forward towards you, smiling with blood lust evident. “Ah,” the Vulture smirked; “Tony Stark’s daughter. This is no place for a girl.” You snarled at his insult, swinging the weapon at the Vulture. Your effort was for nothing as he easily grabbed the weapon, stealing it from your hands. You gasped, staring down fearfully as your breath suddenly quickened. “I’m gonna enjoy killing you, your father’s done nothing but cause me trouble.”

“I’m sure you deserved it.” You spat in his face, immediately regretting it when the Vulture used your own rubble, smacking you in the stomach with it. You groaned, leaning over as you grabbed your stomach in pain. You felt a smack on your shoulder, sending you on your knees. But before you even try to get back up, a hand grasped your neck, hefting you up. You stared desperately up at the Vulture, your much smaller hands despairingly reaching for his own. The Vulture only chuckled at your feeble attempts, “pathetic.” He sneered, before tossing you aside.

“Y/N!” You heard Peter shout desperately as you flew. You landed roughly on the ground, a cough breaking through your lips. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to get up as you found Peter’s eyes. You tried to say something but couldn’t as it became hard to keep your eyes open. “Peter…” You whispered before your vision blacked out.


“I tried to stop her!”

“Clearly not well enough!”

You groaned, your head hurt, your sides hurt, your arms, your legs, everything. Though whatever you laid on was extremely soft. You continued to hear arguing in the back as you slowly opened your eyes, finding a bright light above you. Squinting, you found yourself in the all too familiar white room of a hospital.

The two voices were no doubt Peter and your father, Tony. You were only glad to hear Peter’s voice, happy he was okay. Your eyes drifted to your own body, finding bruised covering your arms and chest. You sighed, what else did you expect? You’d thrown yourself into a battle with literally nothing. Groaning, you decided to alert the two boys in front of you you were awake. “Dad?” You whispered, “Peter?”

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Peter sighed, running to your side. You looked at him, searching for any injures and besides a few scars he seemed good. You smiled up at him, already knowing that he’d been able to defeat that guy if he was here. His gaze fell up to your father, you followed him, looking over at your father. He seemed less that pleased and you smiled guiltily up at him, “sorry?” You squeaked.

“You’re irresponsible.” He grunted out, annoyed. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

“But Pete-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He interrupted before sighing, “just next time if you’re gonna throw yourself in danger, come find me.” You nodded, letting him lean down to give you a kiss. A silence fell over you three as Tony’s eyes fell on Peter, giving him a look before walking out of the room. Almost immediately Peter uncrossed his arms. “Why would you do that?”

“Peter-”

“No. You need to stop getting yourself hurt just to save others.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, looking glum because you knew that made him feel bad for yelling at you. He sighed just like your father, shaking his head as a small smile slipped through is lips. “I’m glad you’re okay though.” You whispered, looking up at him in the corner of the eye. He smiled himself.

“I’m glad you’re okay as well.”

Go Away ~Pennywise Imagine~

Summary: You fell in love with Pennywise and he fell for you. Howeverm you met him when he was in his human form. When you find out he’s the child eating monster, you feel conflicted. 

Author’s Note: Two imagines in one night. I’m on a roll. Now, I just need to update fanfiction. This may or may not be inspired from American Horror Story: Murder House. Also, this might suck but I thought of this. 

Part Two

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

Originally posted by thelongforgottenglamorousdays


It all started when you moved to Derry. It was an odd and strange place. But you loved it. You started to get close to the Loser’s Club. You would protect them from Henry Bowers and his gang. You started to be a big sister or mother to them. That was because you didn’t like it when people would make you feel small. 

Then you met him. Bob Gray. He was perfect to you. Brown slick hair, memorizing green eyes, tall and lean. You fell for him and he fell for you. But every perfect boy has a deep dark secret. 

You babysat for Georgie when their parents needed to go out. You would help Bill take care of his younger brother. You were devastated when he went missing. You would cry to your boyfriend who was there for you. 

“I can’t believe he’s gone,” You cried. Your head in your hand as you cried. You heard a knock from your window, making you walk over and open it. Bob was there on the tree next you your window. 

“I thought you might needed the comfort,” He said. You nodded and let him in. He pulled you into a hug and you cried onto his chest. 

Normally, the clown would eat kids. But you were different. He saw your beauty and fell for you. So he turned into a human to be with you. 

You were currently walking home until Henry Bowers and his gang found you alone. 

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the mother of the Loser’s Club,” Henry said. 

“You know, Henry, one day, you’re going to live all alone in an apartment full of drugs wondering why no one loves you and you’ll remember that it’s because you were such a dick,” You snapped at him. 

“That’s it!” Henry said. He and his gang started to chase you. You ran to the nearest place near you which was the sewers. You climbed in and they followed you inside. You hid by a wall, hoping they would leave. 

“Come out, Y/N,” Henry said.

You felt someone cover your mouth making you jump a little. You looked to see Bob there, holding his index finger to his lips. He was signalling you to stay quiet. You nodded and he walked over to the gang. 

“Hey, what the hell are you doing here?” Henry asked. 

“Go away,” Bob said. 

“Or what?” You looked over to see what was happening. 

The next thing you knew, Bob was changing into something horrifying. You stared in shock as he turned into a clown with fangs. Henry and his gang ran out making you scream. The clown turned over to you making you run. 

“Y/N! Wait!” You heard. You ran away from the clown, hoping to get out somehow. 

“Y/N!” You felt someone grab your wrist making you cry. 

“Let go of me!” You screamed. 

“Y/N, stop,” The clown said. 

“Who are you?” You asked him.

“It’s me Bob,” The clown told you.

“You’re not Bob. What the hell are you?” You asked, struggling to get away. 

“Stop struggling,” He said. You did as he said, hoping he would let you live. 

“Please don’t hurt me,” You begged. 

“I’m not going to hurt you. I should’ve been honest with you. I’m known as Pennywise,” The clown said. 

“What?” You asked, still confused and scared. Pennywise leaned in close and smelled you neck, making you more scared. 

“You shouldn’t be afraid Y/N. I’m still me,” He said, changing into his human form. You were terrified. 

“What the hell are you?” You ask him, shaking in fear.

“I’m an alien. I eat and then hibernate for 27 years,” Pennywise tells you. 

“What do you eat?” You asked him. Pennywise hesitated for a bit. 

“Children. I eat children,” He tells you. You stared at him in shock.

“Did you get close to me so you could eat me?” You asked in horror.

“No. No. I would never do that. I love you,” Pennywise said, coming up to you. You backed up as he got closer. 

“Please don’t be scared,” He said. You stood there staring at the thing you were with for the past three months. 

“You eat children? Was it you who killed Georgie?” You asked him. Pennywise hesitated again. 

“Y/N-”

“Answer me!” You yelled. 

“Yes. It was me,” He tells you. You felt more tears run down your face. 

“You murdered my best friend’s innocent brother,” You said. 

“Y/N, I need to eat-”

“You knew how much Georgie meant to me. He was a little brother to me!” You yelled angrily now. 

“Y/N-”

“No. Stay away from me. Please,” You said. 

“What? Y/N, please don’t leave me,” Pennywise said, growing sad now. He loved you and you loved him. Or used to now. 

“Go away, Pennywise,” You tell him.

“You’re all I want now. You’re all I have,” Pennywise tells you. 

“Go away!” You scream at him, shutting you eyes. 

When you opened them, Pennywise was gone. You started to get out of the sewers. When you finally got out, it was almost dark. You ran home and went straight to your room. You found a red balloon by your window with the words, I’m sorry. 

You grabbed the balloon and popped it. You ran outside to your backyard and threw the balloon over your fence. You ran back inside and locked your doors. 

Pennywise, stood nearby, watching you throw away the balloon, locking your doors, and getting rid of things that involved him. He stared in sadness before going back into the sewers.