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Types of SD Messages; A Comprehensive Study

The Level One Starter: Heyyy there sexy lady ;) how u doing tonight? Got plans for the weekend? Loved your profile, was hoping we could chat more xxx

The Midlife Crisis: Hey beautiful :p I am a professional man living in a city who is looking for a naughty partner in crime. I give generous gifts and dinners as well as tickling and kisses :p I can spoil you any way you like if you can spoil me :p I have a place in XXX and you can CUM by and we can have some adult fun :p :p message me back, I don’t bite…unless you want me to :p

The Scrapbooker: Got any more pics? X

The Google Translate: hello there sexy, i can spoil and am gentle man. can give kisses and lots of spoils. message back with sexy pics in bikinis xxxxxxxxx

 The Dad of Three: Hi :) I’m David and I already know I’m a bit old for you. I guess I’m wondering what a nice girl like you is doing on a site like this?

 The Straight To The Point: Hi, I love your lovely round breasts I can’t wait to squeeze and lick them and stimulate you in every way you’ve ever dreamed. I’m looking for someone very fun and naughty!!! I like anal and various roleplays. Have you ever used toys? xxx

The Chicks Dig Doctors: Hi, I’m Sam :) I’m a medical professional living in the city and I went to university to study medicine, I am working in my medical practice, seeing to my many patients, and that’s why I can’t meet during the day.

The Done This Before: Hello, I’m Michael. I’m 52 years old and run a successful firm in the city. I read your profile and have to say I’m intrigued. I am currently staying at the XXX and wondered if we could get together during my stay. I will compensate you for your time.

The Didn’t Read Your Profile: Me and my wife are looking for a young hot thing to spice up our sex lives ;) Must be sexually submissive, into rape fantasy and costumes xoxo

The Definitely Not A Rapist: Hi there :) I liked your profile, was wondering if you’re free tonight? I have a nice place overlooking the river and could wine and dine you, and also some lovely gifts to spoil you with :) I love making ladies smile. Let me know if you’re free, I could buy you dinner and we could go back to mine xxx

The Conversationalist: Hey ;) x

The Talking Clock: Hello my fair lady :) I loved your profile and have messaged you once before but you didn’t seem to reply! If you’re going to take this seriously, you should reply PROMPTLY to the messages that people send you. I sent you a message on the 4th at 6.30pm and even though you were online you didn’t reply so I am trying again today on the 6th. I hope to receive a warm and friendly and PROMPT response as soon as you see this!!! xxx

The College Student Who Wandered In: Hey, you’re pretty hot :) wanna grab a drink tonight?

The Mother Didn’t Hug Me Enough: Hello, Mistress- i am looking for a beautiful woman like you to dominate me. i want for You to choke me with your high heels and stick huge black dildos up my asshole until i cum over your boots and You have me lick it all up

The One In A Million: Hi, how are you? I’m looking for a young lady to spoil and am prepared to negotiate a pay per meet fee or a monthly allowance, dependant on whether we like each other or not. My email is XXX and please let me know if you’re interested after reading my profile. I’m staying at the XXX until the 10th and we can talk about it over champagne if you’re free this weekend?

BTS’s reaction to you starting a diet:

Jin: “But I wanted you to be a special guest on Eat Jin,” your boyfriend pouts (an impressive feat with his mouth full of food). He’s very against the idea of you going on a diet – who’s going to help him clear up all the food he can’t manage?

You raise an eyebrow, while he swallows and asks – “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Just a little…” You reach across the table separating the two of you, and wipe some sauce from the corner of his lips, before popping your finger in your mouth.

Jin chuckles, “Isn’t eating that sauce against your diet?”

“It’s just sauce.”

“Sauce that’s high in fat and salt!”

“This is why you’re a rubbish boyfriend - making me break my diet. For shame!” You poke your tongue out at him.

Jin sighs. “Ah well, I guess if you’re on a diet now, that means more food for me. And I was going to order that ice-cream you like for the next episode of Eat Jin as well…”

That’s playing dirty! “You wouldn’t!” you scoff, knowing full well that he will, and that when you ask for a lick, just the tiniest taste – he’ll offer you the whole scoop - your favourite flavour too - and boom! there goes your diet, and all your good intentions. The worst part is – you won’t mind, because Jin’s kisses will taste that extra bit sweeter seeped in vanilla and strawberry ice-cream.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Yoongi: Yoongi can tell something’s up. You’re being extremely quiet, and you haven’t touched any of the pizza on your plate. Jostled up beside your talkative friends, you’re like a lone grey cloud in the middle of a blue June sky.

Yoongi finishes off the crumbs on his own plate, then stands. “Well, I guess I’ll go wash up,” he says, “Y/N, do you wanna come help?”

You scrunch your nose at him, but follow him to the kitchen anyway, away from the busy chatter of your friends.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, when the two of you are out of earshot.

You fiddle with a loose strand on your sweater. “Nothing’s wrong.” There’s a moment of hesitation, and you pull at the thread a little harder, twisting it around your finger. “I just don’t want to eat too since I’ve -” The last part is mumbled.

“You’ve what?”

“…I’ve started dieting.” Your cheeks turn pink.

“Dieting?” Yoongi repeats, “Why?”

“I need to lose some weight.”

He shakes his head. “That’s simply not true. You’re the perfect weight, and I don’t want to hear you saying otherwise. I like you the way you are now.” He gives your arm a gentle poke. “I like this part.” He pokes your stomach. “And this part.” He moves up to your nose. “And this part. I like all of it. It’s all perfect.”

You blush, and bat his hand away. “Yeah, yeah… don’t get all mushy.” But when you go back to join your friends, Yoongi’s happy to see you tucking into a fat slice of pizza.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Hosoek: “Ugh…” That’s a sound you haven’t heard from Hoseok in a while – the sound he makes when he knows he’s fighting a losing battle against you. But he won’t give up without a fight - oh no! He’ll see a smile break through that perfected pout of yours, even if it means bringing out the big guns! An exaggerated eye-roll and a funny face secures his victory, and you can’t cap the laughter that fizzes up inside you - this is definitely the best way to deal with a couple’s quarrel.

“Stop that,” you bash playfully at his chest, and he bends over in feigned pain –

“Wow, Y/N, you’re so mean to me! And when I’m trying to help you out as well!”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Hoseok, you stopping me from dieting isn’t going to help anything. I need to take better care of my health. You should be supporting this.”

He straightens up, straightens his face, and fixes you with a serious look. “Okay, I’ll support you – but only if you’re doing it for the right reasons.”

“I’m doing it to get healthier!”

“And you know that-”

“- that I’m completely gorgeous, with the perfect body, and that I don’t need to diet at all, and that you’re lucky to have me.”

He catches your face in his hands, palms pressing your cheeks softly, before he plunges in for a kiss. “Damn right.”

Originally posted by hoseokayo


Namjoon: “You dieting? Good one, babe.” Namjoon’s dimples deepen, his smile erupting into a fully-fledged laugh.

And then he realises you’re not joking. And his face falls. “Wait, really? You’re dieting? Why?” His mind kicks into overdrive, wondering, worrying about what could have caused this sudden decision. Before, you would have happily helped him finish off pizzas or ice-cream sundaes, but now you’re talking about empty calories and cutting carbs.

“I need to fix my figure,” you tell him, brow wrinkling into a frown.

Namjoon looks you up and down. “Babe…”

“What?”

His eyes trace your body a second time. “Babe.”

“What?” you demand again.

He shakes his head. “You do not need to get in shape. Your body is so sexy.”

“Sexy?” Your nose crinkles. “You think I’m sexy?”

“Unbelievably sexy.”

You consider this for a moment. Then – “Well… I guess if you think so, maybe I’m okay.”

“No, not just okay, but-”

“Sexy, right?” You finish his sentence for him, a glint in your eyes.

“Right! Sexy.” He purrs the word.

“Say it one more time.”

“Only if you promise to stop this talk of dieting.”

“Deal.”

“Sexy.”

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Jimin: “But I bought all these biscuits for you!” Jimin gazes at the plate of cream-coated cookies in distress, then back up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. This isn’t how he imagined you accepting his date-night gift.

You grin sheepishly. “Sorry… I forgot to tell you I was starting a diet.”

“Can’t you leave it till tomorrow?”

Your mouth pops open in mock horror. “That would be cheating!”

“In all seriousness though, dieting’s no fun. Trust me, I’ve tried it before, and it didn’t make me any happier, or healthier.” Jimin’s mouth pulls down at the corners a little, before his usual smile returns. “Come on. Just one… they’re really tasty. Just take one.” As he says this, he picks up a cookie, and bites into it slowly, never breaking eye-contact with you. It’s a challenge. (Eat one! I dare you!)

You give in. Of course you do. It’s Jimin. Leaning towards him, you kiss some of the crumbs off the corner of his mouth, then, with the taste of sugar fresh on your tongue, you concede, “Maybe one or two couldn’t hurt.” A smug grin paints itself across Jimin’s face as you reach for the plate.

Tomorrow. You can start your diet tomorrow…

Or the day after that…

Originally posted by sugakookie


Taehyung: Taehyung doesn’t understand it. To him, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on – you’re prettier than diamonds, and stardust, and wildflowers, and sunsets, and the pictures of waterfalls they stick on travel brochures. In short - you’re perfection personified. So, Taehyung can’t wrap his head around the idea of you dieting because you’re (quote) ‘so disgusting’.

It’s eating him up, knowing that you’re unhappy, and not knowing how he can fix it. All he can do is smile, and promise you that the voice in your head is lying to you. “But I never lie, Y/N. Not to you. Not about this.”

Still, your lips stay down-turned, eyes dull, not properly seeing him through your tears.

“Y/N…”

You wipe you eyes.

“Y/N, look at me.”

You blink a few times, and look up.

“Smile.”

You do. Despite all the negative thoughts that are bubbling around you, you manage to smile, and that’s all Taehyung needs to smile too.

“There, right there, that’s what perfection looks like.” He frames your face with his fingers, then slips his hands on down to your shoulders, looping around you and pulling you close.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook: “You’re what?” Jungkook cocks his head at you, looking like a confused puppy across the café table.

“Dieting…” you say past a mouthful of lettuce leaves, “Quit looking at me like that. I’m not speaking an alien language. D-i-e-t-i-n-g. Dieting.”

His head remains fixed in place, tilted to one side, the corners of his eyes scrunching up.

“Stop it!” You throw a napkin at him, which misses its target and floats down to the floor. You’re laughing, and he eventually breaks his gaze to chuckle as well.

“Okay, but seriously, why are you dieting?” His arms stretch across the table, reaching for your wrists as you bring another forkful of salad to your mouth.

A shrug is his answer. “I’ve just been feeling… I don’t know… ugly lately.”

“You don’t look ugly lately.”

Your eyes trail up to his. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend - you have to say nice things.”

“No way!” He leans further over the table, cupping your face in his hands, “Listen, if you want to diet for your health – fine. But I don’t ever want you thinking you’re ugly, because -  honestly! cross my heart and hope to die! - you are-” (he leans forward and kisses you) “- gorgeous.”

Originally posted by bwibelle


! none of the gifs are mine !

clockways  asked:

Donated! I know totally off comic basis, but I feel something with Kamala taking up the Captain America mantle would be fitting for this donation if you're up for that.

“Going to space?” Kamala asked, brow furrowing. “What do you mean going to space?” 

Steve, at the kitchen counter of the mansion, offered her a mug of tea. “I’m going to space. Spartax – Peter’s people – is very unstable right now, and the galactic council wants a diplomatic envoy from Earth.”

“It’s a trap,” Kamala said. 

“It’s not a trap, M&M,” Steve said with a grin.

“I’m twenty-five, Steve, I no longer thrill and do anything you ask because you call me some nickname Tony made up for me a billion years ago.”

Steve’s grin widened. “Well, couldn’t hurt to try.”

Kamala rolled her eyes. 

“Look, sometimes superheroing is punching people in the face and sometimes it’s going on a six-month leave to help a foreign country stabilize. Earth is…unique in the stars, Kamala. The other races are a little afraid of us, and they want to control us because they think we have power.”

“Earth is the Jedi,” Kamala said, and then muttered Nerd to herself.

“The rest of space certainly seems to think so,” Steve replied, reassuringly. “I can use that to our advantage. I can advocate for the planet, defend it, and help one of the most dangerous imperial forces in the galaxy move towards true democracy. I can’t turn that down.”

“Is Tony going?”

“No. Carol’s considering it, and a few others, but for now I’m the only one confirmed, which is why I wanted to talk to you.” 

“I can’t go,” Kamala said. “I’m in the middle of my thesis.” 

“That wasn’t what I was going to ask, though this may also interrupt your thesis briefly,” Steve said. He reached for the shield on his back, unhooked it, and set it on the counter. Kamala, like she always did, put out a hand almost unconsciously and tapped on it, as if reassuring herself it was still real. 

“I want you to be Captain America while I’m gone,” he said. She looked up at him sharply. “Not pose as me, that’s not what I’m asking. My absence will be public. I want you to be Cap while I’m off planet.” 

Her jaw dropped. “Not Sam? Not Eli or – or Alex or Miles – “ 

“No. I didn’t even ask them. You’re my first choice.“ He gave her a gentle grin. “Honestly, I wanted one of the younger folk to do it, one of the All News or the Youngs or one of the Jean Grey School kids. When I thought it over, you’re the most grounded, the most suited to it. You’re going to get a lot of flak for it and you’re the best at dealing with that, too.”

“So basically I’ve been working really hard and you give me more work,” she said to him, a smile spreading across her face.  

“It’s the unfairness of life,” he agreed. “When you prove you’re good at something we keep making you do more of it. There’s a political aspect to it – you’re NuHuman and the Inhumans will support you – but that was a minor consideration.” 

“Seriously, though, Steve? Me as Cap?”

“You’ll have to have your own uniform made, and I’ll need to train you on the shield, if you say yes.”

Kamala looked at the shield again. “Can I pick it up?”

“I don’t know, M&M,” Steve said, eyes bright. “Can you?” 

She slid her fingers under the rim of the shield and found the straps, pulling it onto her arm. He watched as she drew it up, close to her body, tipped out so she could consider it.

“Yeah,” she said. “I think I can.” 

Something Unspoken

Peter x Reader

Hey, I know it’s been a while but I recently saw Guardians Vol 2 and was inspired, so I hope you like it!

Edit: Also, would anyone like a sequel to this? Let me know if u do!

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Something Unspoken

Traveling with the Guardians is not an easy feat what-so-ever, but in all honesty, as much as I complain, I wouldn’t give it up for the world. Before I spent my time roaming through the galaxy with my new team, I was head nurse for Tony Stark, and when Peter and the rest of his team had met up with the Avengers, I volunteered to go back with them. They had no kind of medical expert on board, and I craved a new sort of adventure. Cap had tried to talk me out of it, said it was too dangerous, to which I told him how much of a stupid hang up that was, seeing as he was a super solider who had fought off aliens himself. He soon realized how silly his initial argument was.

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The Dinner Party

just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!


“You want me to do what?”

Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.

“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.

“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”

Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.

Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”

Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”

“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.

“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”

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anonymous asked:

"It was a joke baby I swear!" With the reader saying it to harry.

Thanks for the request! I have so many more of these to write, but if you want to request one, the original post is tagged #drabble challenge !

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It was a fun night. You’d invited a few friends over to your house for drinks and some much needed catching up, and Harry had insisted that he wanted to meet all your friends when you suggested he could go out with some of his own friends if he didn’t feel like sticking around. He was a social butterfly, but being around a ton of new people who could act like lunatics would be overwhelming for anyone.

Everyone was a couple drinks in, and you’d even convinced Harry to drink a little to loosen up. It was now the time when everyone was starting to get a little tipsy, but still aware of what was going on and everything they were saying.

One of your friends had been telling the same story for most of the night, as she was convinced that a ghost was living in her house. Everyone had been laughing and messing around about it, telling other silly ghost stories; but you listened intently for a while.

“You know, I practically live with a ghost too. He’s never around.” You joked, gently nudging Harry’s arm as your friends giggled. Harry laughed lightly along, but you were too distracted to notice the slight look of hurt in his eyes.

The night went along smoothly, and you made sure everyone had a safe ride home before heading upstairs with Harry to get ready for bed. It was clear that you were both exhausted, so nothing out of the ordinary happened as you collapsed onto the mattress and fell asleep with your head on his chest and his arms wound tightly around you.

He left the next morning as usual, kissing you on the cheek softly as you mumbled a quick goodbye and fell back asleep for a few more hours.

You were surprised when he came home in the early afternoon, kicking off his boots and setting down his bag by the door. It was completely unusual for him to be home this soon; you immediately worried that he wasn’t feeling well or something had gone horribly wrong in the studio.

“You’re home?” You asked as you peeked your head around the corner, and he gave you a soft smile, nodding and walking over to sling his arm around you.

“Didn’t have too much to do, so I decided to call it a day and come home to my girl.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You grabbed his face and pulled him farther into you, crashing your lips onto his suddenly. He didn’t complain.

The moment was unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of Harry’s phone ringing in his back pocket, and you pulled away to let him tend to whatever was needed on the other line. He sighed as he pulled out his phone, and his face fell as he looked at the caller ID and backed away.

“I’m sorry, I have to-”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry.” You gave him a reassuring smile and he turned around, bolting up the stairs and answering the call.

He’d been gone a few minutes when you couldn’t hear his muffled voice speaking into the phone anymore, and you tried to give him a little space before going up to talk to him. But worry got the best of you, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from going up to the bedroom to make sure the phone call hadn’t delivered any bad news. He was sitting on the bed when you walked in, not bothering to knock since the door was wide open. His eyes were focused on an invisible spot on the floor and he didn’t move his gaze when you sat next to him. That’s when you knew something was going on.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, setting your hand on his thigh as his gaze still didn’t move to your face. He shook his head slowly, his lips slightly pursed while his mind felt far away from you or the bedroom.

“You’re lying to me.” You said, your voice quiet and gentle as not to sound accusing. He finally allowed his eyes to meet yours, and you cupped his cheek softly to keep his sight from wandering away from you. He knew he couldn’t lie at this point; it would only hurt his case and he didn’t want you to lose any trust in him or think he was keeping something important from you.

“They wanted me back at the studio.” He mumbled, looking down at his legs and twisting one of his rings around his finger. You nodded at him, gently squeezing his thigh.

“That’s okay, baby. Go ahead. If there’s something you need to finish then-”

“I told them no.”

You raised your eyebrows, somewhat shocked at what he’d just told you. He was usually very flexible with his schedule; he would never mind spending a little more time at the studio or scheduling an extra interview. You didn’t complain either. Although it was hard being away from him all day, you knew that he enjoyed what he was doing and all the hard work was going to pay off in the end, when he impressed you with his accomplishments yet again. So, you couldn’t help wondering why he’d refuse another trip to the studio, especially if someone needed him for something. If there was one thing that overpowered his drive to work hard, it was his inability to say no.

“Why?” You nearly whispered, knowing that the answer was probably beyond your comprehension and something else was going on inside his head.

“Just wanted to be with you. That’s all.” He flashed you a tight smile, but you weren’t convinced for a second. His eyes were focused below him again, and seeing as it wasn’t going to be easy to get him to look at you, you slowly knelt down on the floor so he was forced to meet your eyes again.

“What’s really going on? It’s just me, baby, you can tell me.” You pried, your hands set just above his knees and your thumbs rubbing over his thighs gently.

“I just… what you said to your friends last night, it got me thinking that I’m kinda a shit boyfriend to you.”

You had to think a moment, running through everything you could have possibly said the night before that would’ve made him feel insecure. When it finally hit you, sympathy flooded through your body as you looked at his worried expression waiting for you to respond.

“About you not being around? Harry, I really didn’t mean that so seriously.” You tried to give him a small smile, continuing to rub his thighs softly and make him trust you. He didn’t seem convinced.

It was a joke, baby, I swear. I never meant for you to take it to heart.”

He nodded softly, his face still fallen and sad.

“It’s true, though.” He said.

You opened your mouth to get a word in, but he cut you off when his feelings suddenly came pouring out.

“I’m always gone. I can’t be here to help you around the house or do anything fun. I don’t know why you stay with me when I can’t even be a good boyfriend. I love you, but I know it’s only a matter of time before-”

This time, you were the one to cut him off when you leaned up to press your lips against his. You wouldn’t have been able to take it if he’d finished what you thought he was about to say.

“Don’t.” You warned, resting your hand on his cheek and finding your place next to him again. “I love you. And I know our situation isn’t ideal sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that I value you any less. The time we spend together makes up for all the time we spend apart.”

He was listening intently, taking in every word and trying to convince himself that the love of his life had no intention of leaving. You didn’t, of course, but he needed a bit of reassurance when his life got crazy and he’d fear you wouldn’t want to put up with it any longer.

“What I said last night wasn’t serious at all, Harry. It was a joke, meant to make people laugh. And I may have been a bit tipsy when I said it.” You chuckled, rubbing your thumb over his cheek and leaning forward to press your lips against his forehead.

“You know what they say, drunken words are sober thoughts. Or something like that.” He muttered, wringing his hands together nervously in his lap.

“Well, not this time. You’re a great boyfriend. Trust me. I love you so much, Harry, please don’t ever think any different.”

He studied your face for a minute, taking in every feature of the beautiful girl sitting in front of him and wondering how he managed to get so lucky. You were pleased to see a small smile on his face, the first genuine one you’d seen all day, as he spoke again.

“I love you too.”

Guilty Kiss

( The reader teases Peter a little too much, and things get out of hand. )

A/N: My love for Peter Parker ( and Tom Holland ) knows no bounds. And I’m still sobbing over Tom Holland. TBH if I had a boyfriend like Peter, I would tease him every moment I get. Except that I’m usually the flustered shy one. Requests are open, BTW, so send them in!  

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“Where is my evac, Clint?” Your voice is tinged with irritation as you switch on your comm-link. Breathe, (Y/n). Don’t yell. “Clint? Please tell me that you aren’t sleeping on the job.”

Your heels click against the tiled floor of a long, narrow passage. You’ve disabled the two guards stationed at the entrance of the archives before they could raise the alarm but there’s no telling how long it would take before someone competent realizes what’s going on.

“I’m here, I’m here. Sheesh, can’t a guy step out to get a cup of coffee for one second –”

Somewhere in the distance, an alarm erupts, screeching through the airways. Dang it. The patrol must have found the bodies.

“Not when I’m in blind in a Hydra facility. So help me, Clint –”

“Alright, alright, no need to get huffy with me. Besides, Spidey’s got your back.”

A smile flits across your face at the mention of Peter. The awkward, adorable boy is easy to be with, and is even easier to love, and you like him. A lot. You’re sure that Clint can hear the smile in your voice when you say, “He’s securing the perimeter. So no.”

“I’m in Wing C. I think.” Ripping the emergency map off the wall, you consider the corridors and say, “Yeah, definitely Wing C. Files are with me.”

“Nice job, kid. Get to the roof, and I’ll pick the two of you up from there.”

The affectionate nickname sends a wave of warmth crashing over you, and your smile widens. “Sure. See you in ten.”

“Peter, you there?” Turning off your comm-link, you pull your phone out of your pocket, dialling his number by heart. You hope he’ll pick up. “It’s me.”

He does. Peter’s voice sounds as though he’s holding his phone at arm’s length. He’s put you on speaker too; you can hear muffled screams and thumps on Peter’s end, but none of them sound like him. In fact, it sounds as though he’s having fun.

“Spider 1 to Agent 1. Copy. Over.”

You make a mental note to never, ever let Peter watch anymore James Bond movies. His “spy lingo” is downright atrocious.

And for the millionth time since the two of you had started dating, you start to laugh. “You have seriously been watching too many spy movies. Is the perimeter secure?”

“Hey, you watched them all with me! Over.”

He’s avoiding the question, you realize, and your smile falters the tiniest bit. “Peter?”

“Um.” His voice is sheepish as it floats over the speakers. “Um, yeah, it’s secure. More or less. Over.”

“What’s less?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose and bracing for bad news.

“Less as in one of the guards may have called for backup before I could stop him. So prepare for incoming. Over.”

“Thanks, Spider 1,” You drawl out sarcastically, your voice rising above a symphony of rapidly approaching footsteps. As yet unnoticed, you duck behind a now abandoned security desk, keeping your voice hushed. “Now could you please get over to Wing C? Our ride’s waiting.”

“Copy that. Spider 1, out. Over.”

There’s a loud commotion. A group of men whisk past you. Six go down the hall you’d come from, and one mutters, “We aren’t paid enough for this.” Some enter the elevators. They’re all dressed haphazardly, as if they’ve been roused from sleep and had had to hurry. There must be a facility close by. Like army barracks, maybe. You’d have to be careful to avoid it.

You gaze longingly at the doors to the stairwell leading to the roof.

Two men stay behind and assume their positions, forcing you to inch your way around the desk to continue to hide your presence. You sit for a moment, trying to decide on your next move.

There’s only one thing to do, really.

Crawling to the end of the desk, you peek out around the edge, noting the exact positions of the guards. Yanking your ICER ( ‘Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Raygun’ ) out of your thigh sheath, you cock your weapon and fire. Sticky pellets containing 50,000 volts find their way into bare skin. Their bodies perform involuntary twitching dances; they’re unconscious by the time they hit the ground.

Your heels click as you stride forwards, picking your way over motionless arms and legs. The door to the stairwell flies open, a black-clad figure appears in the doorway. Oh, well. Too late to hide now. Shrugging, you walk closer, but no one else comes to stop you. Fixing a pleasant smile onto cherry red lips, you ready your ICER.

“Hey, baby,” The mook leers, eyes lingering far too long on your chest and legs for your liking. “Did you come here to play?”

Gross. Your smile slips. You’ve just taken out two of his underlings, and that’s the best he can come up with? Forget the ICER; you’re going to enjoy beating this guy up. You aren’t going to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, you tuck your ICER back into your thigh sheath and shift into a defensive position.

“That’s funny, babe. Where did you learn that? On TV?”

Okay. One response. A stinging anticipation winds through you as you stalk forwards. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

When he makes his next move – a punch that practically oozes contempt and confidence – you’re ready. You duck, avoiding impact, and he swipes air. You deliver a vicious kick, buckling his knees. As he goes down with a yelp of pain, you elbow him in the back of the head. Yeah. Forget honour. You’ll go with dirty.

He attempts to rise. You waste no time in leaping onto him, planting yourself on his neck and pinning his shoulders to the floor. As far as most deaths go, this one isn’t all together unpleasant; at least this creep is being suffocated by the thighs of a girl, which is more than he deserves.

“My name is not babe. I’m (F/n) (L/n), and I am this close to crushing your misogynistic skull with my thighs.”

His face is turning a funny shade of puce. You let him suffer for a few more seconds before you pull out your ICER and stun him.

“Holy shit.”

Peter’s soft, awe-filled whisper catches you completely off guard. From your place atop of the Hydra mook, his face still crushed between your thighs, you offer Peter a wicked grin, which makes his heart stutter in his chest. He gulps audibly, a gesture which does not go unnoticed by you.

Relax, Peter,” You purr, looking up at him from under thickly dusted lashes. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to see you crush him with your thighs,” Peter manages, his gaze ping-ponging from the mook unconscious on the floor to your unconventional seat, your face radiant and flushed and pretty. “I don’t know why I rushed over.”

“Because you love me?” Batting your eyelashes, you smile a sweet, sweet smile, looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth. “And your life would have a noted lack of (Y/n) if I wasn’t around?”

Much to your surprise, Peter actually nods. You can’t see his face under his mask, but you know Peter’s smiling over the blush that paints his cheeks. Huffing out a laugh, you release the male from your clutches, straightening your skirt and thigh highs. Unlike Agent Romanoff, who prefers skin-tight spandex during combat, you’re particularly fond of skirts, which allow for ease of movement.

That, and it’s easier to take down people when they’re busy ogling your bare legs.

Peter’s trying not to stare. The operative word being ‘trying’. He’s manfully covered the eye-holes of his mask, but his fingers are splayed too widely for them to truly be effective at blocking your figure out.

You keep a neutral, pleasant smile on your lips as you stand, the one that Peter hates because he can’t tell what you’re hiding. An idea is forming in your head, the gears in your mind turning. You feel a bit mean for what you’re about to do, but the desire to see Peter squirm wins out.

Slowly, deliberately, you hitch your skirt up so that it settles high up on your hips, revealing the wide gap of skin between your stockings and your skirt. Your tongue darts out to swipe across glossy lips as you walk over to Peter, swaying your hips strictly more than necessary.

You’re rewarded with a strangled squeak. He’s given up his charade of “a little peeking”, and is unabashedly staring at every shimmy and shake of your hips. You’re sure Peter knows exactly what you’re playing at, but he doesn’t have it in him to tell you to stop, it seems.

Peter’s stammered protests are swallowed up when you push up his mask to press a kiss to his lips. It starts slow at first, but soon speeds up into something wild. His hands settle on your hips while yours try to tug his shirt off – only to remember that he’s in spandex, not cotton. You groan in frustration, Peter hastily untangles himself from you and hastily backs away.

(Y/n)!” Peter sounds scandalized as he tries to protest again, his voice dazed and accusatory all at the same time – although he doesn’t sound all that mad that you’d technically seduced him into an impromptu make-out session in a Hydra base. “We’re still – We can’t!”

“I know, I know,” You say on a laugh, giving him a last, quick peck on the mouth before Peter tugs his mask back into place, hiding cheeks tinted pink. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist.”

Dropping your voice into a conspiratorial whisper, “I’ll take care of your, ah, problem later at home, okay?”

You dance off down the hallway with a laugh, your skirt still hitched up high, swishing around your thighs as you go. Peter groans from behind you, and you wave cheerily at him over your shoulder.

You can’t wait to get back home.

                                              Please Jeff, stay.

A/N: It’s been a while since my last imagine and as you can see this time it’s not one about Reggie.

I just love Jeff so much and he obviously DESERVED BETTER, so I hope you like it. He doesn’t die in this one and honestly I don’t think I will ever write one of those because I lost someone ina¡ a car accident and I can’t even read the imagines about Jeff dying because I literally cry.

Please don’t ever drink and drive and always be careful on the road. Be safe. ❤️

Warnings: Maybe some misspelled things, but I’m Spanish, I try my best.  😁

Words: 1.604

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I wasn’t someone new at all in Liberty high even though it seem like I was. I went to school with most of the people in this high school, I was their classmate until the first year in high school when I moved to another city, but now I was back for my junior and senior year.

So as I was saying I wasn’t a new student, but people acted like they didn’t know who I was, they treated me like if I didn’t knew the place or the students and after explaining a few people the whole story I gave up and I just went along.

It has been a week since I arrived and I still noticed the stares I got in the halls and how when I passed next to a group of girls they would start whispering. I knew they were talking about me, I knew there were rumours out there but I didn’t care at all.

One morning while I was grabbing a book from my locker and thinking about nothing in particular I heard someone calling me from behind and when I turned I realized it was Jeff Atkins.

“Hey! You are Jedd right?” I was trying to make a joke but I saw that he was taking it seriously so I stopped trying to be funny “Just kidding, I remember you Jeff” when I said that he smiled again.

“I just wanted to know how are you handling being in Liberty high again” Jeff has always been one of the few good people around here, he wasn’t afraid to talk with everyone even though he didn’t know that person, and he was so nice with every one, that was one of the reasons why all the girls always liked him and I was sure that hasn’t change a bit.

“Fine, I guess” I said closing my locker “it is like no one remembers me tho”

“If it makes you feel better I didn’t forget about you” I gave him a smile “and Clay and Tony remember you too” he sounded like he was trying to play down about what he said first.

“It makes me feel better, indeed” we remain silence, it was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know why he came to talk to me in the first place, I was grateful because it really felt good to know that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me, but still it felt odd having in account he was one of the most popular guys in high school.

The bell saved us from that silence, we had to go to class so I just say goodbye and I started walking to my next class, but Jeff called me again and I turned to look at him.

“Are you going to Jess’ party tonight?” I didn’t know why he was so interested suddenly, but it didn’t bother me at all.

“I don’t know, are you?”

“Definitely”

“Then maybe I’ll show up” I answered giggling and turning again to leave that hall.

Was I being flirty with Jeff Atkins? I had no idea how I got to that point, but I had done it and I think he wanted me at the party, despite that fact I didn’t want to create false illusions to find out that it was all part of some fantasy of mine.

I didn’t think about that for the rest of the day until I saw my new friend Hannah Baker and she talked to me about that party and how Clay asked her if she was going to go. Neither of us knew what to do, we had thought of doing something more relaxing than a party, but we decided to go.

I was designated driver for the night, so that way Hannah could drink whatever she wanted. I didn’t have a problem because I actually didn’t like alcohol like most of the teenagers, so I drove very happy.

When we arrived to the party it was pretty crowed, the house was full and also was the front yard. Most of the people there were already wasted.

We went to the kitchen while I was looking for a certain someone, but I wouldn’t say that out loud, I think Hannah was looking for someone too and she was the first to find him.

We approached Clay and a big smile appeared in his face when he saw us.

“I didn’t know you were coming!”

“We are full of surprises” Hannah answered almost sounding nervous.

“There are drinks in the kitchen… we can go there”

“Not form me, designated driver” I said pointing at me.

“I’ll drink for you” Hannah added.

We followed Clay to the kitchen, but I looked outside in the way and I found who I was looking for. I tapped Hannah in the shoulder so she could see me going to the back yard.

I laid on the wall and I looked at him until he looked in my direction and when he noticed me I saw a bigger smile in his face.

I waved at him and started to walk in his direction, but he reached me before I could walk more than two steps.

“You came” I don’t know how he did it, but his smile was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah… but not because I like parties” I answered giggling “I’m…” I looked around before ending the sentence “working as cupid” I added in a whisper “Hannah obviously likes Clay, so I came to make sure they spend time together and hopefully something happens in the process and I’m proud to admit that I’m reaching my goal”

“Wow, we have more in common than I thought” did he really spend time thinking about what we had in common? “Because I’ve been trying to get those two together since Hannah came to Liberty” I couldn’t help but smile when I talked to him.

“We’re really good friends, they own us so much” I laughed.

“Hey (Y/N)!” we both looked in Jess’ direction; she was calling me from the door “Do you want to join us? We’re playing suck and blow”

I felt Jeff’s gaze on me even before Jess could finish her proposal and to be honest I couldn’t help but grimace thinking about kissing some drunk teenage by accident.

“No Jess, thank you, but I’m good” she was pretty wasted because she almost fell when she tried to go back inside the house.

I looked at Jeff again and I found his blue eyes on me, which made me a little nervous, but I controlled myself

“Do you want to play beer pong?” he offered

“I have to drive, I can’t drink”

“You can drink Coca-Cola, like me”

“Then count me in, I can teach you how to aim” I laughed passing by his side as if I knew where I had to go.

I joined him and a couple of his friends, who were drunk already.

I wasn’t joking when I said I had a good aim, I got the ball in every cup, making Jeff’s friends to drink even more.

I was having so much fun, Jeff and I were in the same team and we were clearly winning so we got to the point where we throw the ball in different funny ways like for example shooting while I was on Jeff’s back.

We were flirting all the time, teasing each other when it was each other turn, Jeff covering my eyes, tickling me and me trying to tickle him. I almost forgot we weren’t alone.

“I should look for Hannah” I said breathless for all the laughing.

“She’s over there with Clay” I followed Jeff indication and I saw them sitting by the pool, just talking.

“Hey Atkins! We need more beer!” I turned to look at who was saying that, but I didn’t know who he was.

“No problem!” Jeff answered.

My facial expression changed suddenly and I think Jeff noticed because his changed when he turned to me.

“Are you really going?”

“Yeah” he looked confused by my reaction.

“They had enough for tonight; they won’t even notice the lack of alcohol in their systems”

“Hey you don’t have to worry, I had two beer two hours ago, you’ve seen me drinking Coca-Cola” but that didn’t calm me, I wasn’t a big fan of driving in general, I lost someone in a car accident and I’ve been pretty scared since then.

“I know, but… maybe there’s someone out there who is driving drunk and you pay the consequences”

“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone” he said caressing my arm, trying to calm me.

I saw him leaving, but I couldn’t let him go so I called him again and he turned in my direction.

“Please Jeff… stay” he remained silent, looking my way, probably really confused, but he smiled again and came to me.

“Why it is so important? I’ve done this a lot of times, I’ll be fine”

“Because…” I looked to my side, thinking if I was going to do what I was thinking right now. It was now or never, so I cupped his face with my hands and sorted the distance between our lips.

He kissed me back and I could hear people whistling around us, something that made me laugh in the kiss.

“Is this a good reason?” I asked when we broke the kiss.

“A really good one” he answered kissing me again before I could say anything else.

The Morning After

Hello lovelies! I am here to grace your dashboard with some smutty goodness! Here is the request 99% of you voted that you wanted to read first. Hope you enjoy :-)

           The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, signaling the start of the day, but I had been up for almost an hour. I was always and early riser, very rarely sleeping past eight o'clock. Even though it had been late when I fell asleep the night before, I felt rested and content. Zoe was still sleeping, lying on her side facing me. I gently ran my fingers through her hair and down her back, watching her shoulders rise slightly with each steady breath she took. I took my time, memorizing every inch of her beautiful face in the gray, early morning light.

           Last night had been… unbelievable. She had been mine and I had been hers emotionally for over a year, but we were now each other’s physically as well. It had been one of the most terrifying, exciting, and beautiful moments of my life. Connecting with her that way made me feel powerful and made me fall in love with her even more, if that was possible. It was as if we were two puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly.

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“Why me?” - Alec Lightwood

Originally posted by sh-gifs

(not my gif)

REQUEST: Jace is (Y/N)’s twin brother but she is the exact opposite of him (shy, don’t talk a lot, self-conscious about herself), and Alec ends up saving her from a demon and tells her he likes her.

“Come on Jace, leave your sister alone.” Alec said as Jace was showing off about his last missions.
“I’m just saying, I’ve killed more than twenty demons in my last three missions. How many demons did you kill in the last three months, (Y/N)?” Jace asked with a smirk.
“Jace, shut up.” Alec said half friendly.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and went to her room. She sat down on her bed and burried her face in her hands.

Jace was (Y/N)’s twin brother. He was confident and cocky. Jace was everything (Y/N) wasn’t. She was shy, quiet and self-conscious. (Y/N) was so different from her brother, sometimes she was convinced she had been adopted, or put in the wrong family, maybe even in the wrong world.
(Y/N) loved being a shadowhunter but she couldn’t help comparing herself to her brother and everybody knew that Jace was one of the best shadowhunters of his generation. Everytime Jace was bragging about his missions, (Y/N) felt like maybe she didn’t belong to this world, it would explain why she wasn’t as good as her brother.
(Y/N) also loved her brother, but Jace was the opposite of her and it was difficult to have a personal conversation with him. They weren’t very close but they would always be willing to die for one another. They were a family, after all.

(Y/N) lifted her head up when she heard someone walk into her room. It was Alec. (Y/N) felt her cheeks blush so she burried her face back in her hands. (Y/N) had a crush on Alec but she was way too shy and scared of rejection to talk to anyone about it, especially not Alec.
“Are you okay?” Alec asked.
“Don’t do that again.” (Y/N) said. Alec frowned. “You don’t need to defend me when my brother makes fun of me. I can handle it on my own.” (Y/N) didn’t mean to be rude but somehow it all came out pretty agressive. (Y/N) shook her head and sighed.
“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” Alec declared.
“No, I’m sorry. None of this is your fault. I shouldn’t take it all out on you. Thanks for caring about me, though.” (Y/N) smiled a little and looked down.
“Of course I do. I will always care about you, (Y/N).” Alec said very seriously.
(Y/N) looked at him. Alec was about to add something when Maryse Lightwood walked into the room. (Y/N) wished people would knock before entering her bedroom.
“Ah! There you are. Something came up. You two need to get ready for a new mission.” Alec’s mother ordered. (Y/N) held back a complaint. She had just came back from another mission and she had been training all day. She was exhausted.
“What about Jace and Izzy?” (Y/N) asked.
“They already left. They went to see Meliorn to get some information. Why? Is there a problem?” Maryse asked with her usual cold attitude.
“No. I was just wondering.” (Y/N) lied.
She knew that if she told Maryse that she was too exhausted for a new mission, she would be seen as weak. And (Y/N) didn’t want to be called a coward in front of Alec.

As (Y/N) and Alec got to their location, Alec kept looking at (Y/N) with concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Alec asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” (Y/N) lied.
She was tired, she couldn’t remember the last time she slept for more than two hours in a row. And the few injuries she got from the last mission were still healing and sore, and everything hurt everytime she was taking a new step.
“(Y/N), I hope you know that not being as good as your brother doesn’t make you less of a good shadowhunter.” Alec declared. “You know that everything is a competition for Jace, but it’s not about the number of demons you kill during a mission, it’s about-”
“Watch out!” (Y/N) shouted as she tightened her grip around her seraph blade.
A demon came running on Alec and (Y/N) pushed Alec aside to take care of the creature. She pushed her weapon through the demon’s body and it disappeared into a cloud of dust almost immediatly.
“See, you’re a great shadowhunter. You just saved my life.” Alec said with a little smile on his face.
“Yeah, well, tell that to Jace.” (Y/N) chuckled.
“(Y/N), I need to tell you something, I -” Alec didn’t have time to finish.
(Y/N) screamed and collapsed on the ground. It took Alec a few seconds to see the demon that injured (Y/N). He killed it without a struggle and rushed to (Y/N)’s side.
“Damn it!” (Y/N) shouted as she held onto her shoulder, in pain.
Alec reached for his stele and drew the healing rune on (Y/N)’s injury. She winced and gritted her teeth.
“There. The pain should fade away in a minute.” Alec said. “Are you okay?” He added.
“I’m fine.” Alec offered (Y/N) his hand, she grabbed it and lifted herself from the ground.

After the mission, Alec and (Y/N) went back to the Institute. (Y/N) was still exhausted and a little bit in pain, but when she got to her room, Alec joined her there a few minutes later.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t know you were about to go to bed.” Alec said as he saw (Y/N) in her night clothes -which were nothing more than a oversized t-shirt.
(Y/N) blushed when she caught Alec staring at her bear legs.
“It’s okay. What’s going on?” (Y/N) asked.
Alec walked closer to (Y/N) and she almost forgot how to breathe.
“I wanted to apologize.” Alec declared.
“What for?” (Y/N) frowned.
“Well, if I didn’t talk to you during the mission, you wouldn’t have been distracted and you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
“Oh, no Alec, it wasn’t your fault.” Alec looked down.
(Y/N) reached for Alec’s chin and lifted it up with her soft hand. “I mean it, Alec. It wasn’t your fault.”
Alec stared at (Y/N) and got lost in her eyes for a minute.

Suddenly, Alec put his hands on each side of (Y/N)’s face and kissed her. (Y/N) was surprised and shocked but she kissed him back. Alec let go of (Y/N), she looked at him with wide eyes.
“Why did you do that?” (Y/N) asked, almost blaming Alec.
“I like you, (Y/N).” Alec declared. He was feeling anxious and scared that (Y/N) would reject him. Alec knew how hard it was for (Y/N) to let people in.
“Is this some kind of joke? Did Jace dare you to kiss me?” (Y/N) felt angry. She knew her brother would be able to do something like that for his own entertainment. He always told (Y/N) that she was too hung-up with boys.
“What? No!” Alec said, confused. “Your brother doesn’t even know that I have feelings for you.”
“Do you really? Because I swear to God Alec, if this is a joke, it’s really not funny and cruel.” (Y/N) didn’t know what to think anymore.
On one hand, (Y/N) didn’t think that Alec was mean enough to play with her feelings. But on the other hand, she couldn’t believe that Alec could really like her.
“(Y/N), this isn’t a joke, OK? I would never do anything to hurt you.” Alec took (Y/N)’s hands in his.
“But why me?” (Y/N) asked quietly.
“What do you mean by that?” Alec frowned.
“Well, there are lots of prettier girls than me in this world. I’m not exactly the best shadowhunter, I am clumsy, shy and-”
“Hey, stop. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met and you’re a great shadowhunter. I mean how many times did you save my life?” Alec chuckled.
“Well, how many times did you save mine?” (Y/N) mumbled.
“(Y/N), listen. I like everything about you, I really do.” Alec said. He sounded very sincere. “Now, I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Hardly had he finished his sentence that (Y/N) pressed her lips against his. The two of them kissed passionately for a while.
“It was about time.”
(Y/N) and Alec turned to face the door and saw Izzy leaned on the door frame.
“Can’t you people just knock?” (Y/N) declared half laughing and half embarrassed.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll leave you two to it.” Izzy smiled and left the room.
Alec and (Y/N) laughed and kissed again.

Sometimes you shouldn’t burry your feelings or ignore them. Sometimes you just let them go, and who knows, maybe everything will be alright.
Peterick For Beginners

Patrick:
Is the closest mankind will ever get to angels on earth, has at most two low quality shirtless photos of himself available on the internet, once wrote an entire song about a prostitute in his solo career and still used the word “crap” instead of shit.

Pete:
YOOO, LOOK AT THESE DICK PICS. I CALL ‘EM DICKTURES. MAKE ME YOUR EMO SLUT LMAO I’M SUCH A WHORE. CHOKE ME DADDY PATRICK. ;))))

It’s Your Birthday!

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland (and special guest Tessa Holland)

Warning: fluff af

Prompt: This is actually a small drabble for my best friend (LOVE YOU BEB) because it was just recently her birthday and this is for her.

But it’s a drabble of the reader’s birthday and Tom is overly ecstatic about it. Because he obvi would be.


Sun filtered through the windows as you woke in bed. The large duvet falling off your head as you sat up. The city scape spanned out in front of you, the dazzling orange of the rising sun cascaded over the tall buildings and sky scrapers. Your hair was a mangled mess, as usual in the AM. You yawned happily, turning over to see that the spot beside you was empty beside from the large greyish brown ball of fur. Your eyebrows drew together in confusion and dismay.

“Tessa,” your hand reached out to pet the sleeping dog. She stirred at your touch and rolled over on her stomach, staring up at you with adorable puppy dog eyes. “Where’s daddy?” You asked her, rubbing her belly playfully, looking around the empty bedroom for your boyfriend.

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Imagine your husband, Negan, comforting you and making you laugh to calm you down from your panic attack

(Wooo Negan being cute and himself of course XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

You could feel it. Your breath growing shorter and harsher, your head spinning, the whole room getting smaller.

All of that from overthinking, about what? You couldn’t even remember really. One moment, you were right there along with the others women, the next you just didn’t felt right. Was it something they said? Something they did? A mixture of both perhaps, that had gotten you so perplexed and to the heart, you felt ill from all of it.

Trying to not think about them anymore, you carefully stood up and felt some arms and hands reaching to you. They were trying to help and assess the situation, thinking you would need it.

Feeling some restraints, you pulled away from them and try to get away. They persisted and panic set inside of you. You wanted to get away from them but you felt yourself weakening, only faintly begging them to stop.

Tears were forming and your breath was beyond unstable, you wanted to scream but nothing came out. Still you struggled to get away from any of them but suddenly you felt a firm grasp pulling you back.

“The fuck are you all doing?! That’s not a way to handle my Y/N!”

The harsh and loud tone, mixed with the cuss word instantly woke you up from your dazed and confused state. Your body pressed against his, made you look up as you realized your husband had been the one to bring you back.

“We’re sorry Negan…It’s just she seemed to be panicking and we wanted to help…”

“Yeah?! Well that’s not how you do it! You come over to me and tell me about it that’s how it’s done! None of you are qualified to calm her! If anything you’re all stressing the fuck out of her!”

At those words, everyone had gotten quiet and Negan pulled you along with him. You feebly followed him, hanging onto him as much your strength could handle.

He noticed your still unstable breathing and had walked at a slower pace to let you time to recollect yourself.

“Hey, babydoll…It’s okay…I’m here now…Take your time…”

His voice had completely change from earlier. He was much more soft spoken and seemed genuinely worried about the situation. Hearing him, made you nod in agreement and slowly you took a few deep breaths.

You slowly tried to stand up straighter and let go of him. However, with his hand wrapped around your forearm that clung to him, he didn’t let you a chance.

He didn’t want you to let go of him, in fact he wanted you to hold onto him as long as you could.

“We’re almost there…”, he said as you both stepped closer and closer to your shared bedroom.

You nodded and as you neared it, you felt yourself slowly calming down. He walked in the room and closed the door behind, locking it to make sure no one would come in and bother you both.

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It wasn’t the first time this happened, heck you had been like this since the first day you met him. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from seeing your bright and cheery mood and falling madly in love with you to the point where you were his only wife.

He sat you down by the bed and carefully let go of you to kneel right in front of you. He grabbed a hold of both your hands in his and reached over to hold your chin, making you look at him.

Your gaze became more and more focused on him as looked right back at you, all while trying to calm you down, as gently as he could.

“It’s alright baby…It’s just you and me here…Ain’t no one fucking with us…Ain’t no one’s going to fuck with us in fact…Only us afterwards…”

Slowly, your heart had stop beating crazily and started to stabilize itself. You nodded along and ended up calming yourself to see his grin.

He always had a silly face on no matter what, it seemed to you but nonetheless, you couldn’t deny that it was thanks to him you could calm yourself so peacefully.

“Breathe in and out…you know like most human beings here…Hold onto my hands tightly, cause really if you don’t i’m gonna jump right on you and take you right there…”

As you squeezed his hands, you couldn’t help but crack a smile and let out slight laughter. He was distracting you obviously with his humor all while helping you as much as he could.

“Your heart is slowly slowing down…Right just like it should be…otherwise i’m gonna have to get a real fucking doctor in here…”

It truly relieved you to hear him only and to be away from the crowd that had grown within the bar room.

~~~~

You both sat there for a while, you looking at him, him smirking at you. You could tell he wanted to talk but had stayed quiet to let you take your ease.

With things getting back to normal, you pulled his hands closer to yours. Noticing your still teary eyes, he made a move to wipe them off and got closer to you.

In a whisper, he asked you, “Babe, what’s wrong? What the hell did they do to freak you out like that?”

Looking down, you shook your head at him.

“Nothing…I-It was stupid…I think…”

“Stupid? Even more interesting please do tell…”

You chuckled again to hear him and just knew he was adding on to relieve your heart and mind. Truthfully, you knew you couldn’t hide it from for more time than this and would have to let them know.

He chuckled along with you and had gotten up to sit by your side, rubbing your back all while still holding one of your hands.

You took a deep breath and tried to brush off the problem as much as you could, not wanting it to be a bigger deal than your mind had made of it.

“I-It was some of the girls…I overheard some of them saying things about you and me…You know things like how I stole you with my body…and how-”

Cutting you off, he added incredulously, “You didn’t steal me!”

His eyes widening and utter shock, made your heart jump yet nonetheless smile even more.

~~~

Seeing how you smiled and how you looked at him, with that look that just screams “You’re an idiot”, he knew he had to keep it up and make you forget whatever had been on your mind.

“If anything I stole you first! I made the move! Sure you’re body helped but really the fucking thief here is me!”

His hold on you wasn’t as firm as earlier but turned into a fun kind of comfort as he ended up letting go of your back and only squeezed your hand.

You knew you could add on more to make it last longer and simply said, “True but that’s not what they think…It’s only me in their eyes…”

“Unbefuckinglievable! I can’t believe this shit!”

With a flair of dramatic, he had gotten to his feet and let go of you to exclaim loudly, making you let out your laughter.

He turned his back to you and started to point at you.

“Are you playing with me? Why are you laughing?”

As he looked at you, you couldn’t help but try to hold in your laughter as you shook your head in denial.

“No! I’m not joking that’s what they said! They…They also said…It was strange of you to only want me of all people…”

He scoffed. You, strange please he thought. Of anything you were the only there that understood him and his needs. As he looked at you smiling and acting shy, he felt his heart racing and remembered something else completely making him smirk.

He knew he had made the right choice to only have you as his partner in life and never had he regretted. Looking at you, just reminded him that and he had to let you know.

~~~

He walked back towards you and grabbed both your hands to kneel in front of you again.

In the most solemn tone, he said, “Y/N…In all seriousness though…Don’t listen to them…Sure you did kinda stole my fucking heart away from me…Like you ripped it out of my chest and kept it since but it’s just cause they’re jealous they didn’t get that chance…”

Understanding his meaning you nodded and your peace of mind was truly appeased, only he had to continue on to truly make you know how much you’re the only on that matters.

“They’re just jealous that their pussy didn’t impress me as much as yours did really if you think about it…Like by choosing you…It’s like a big “Your pussy ain’t shit compared to Y/N’s pussy” or no even better a big “I, Negan don’t even want your free offer of pussy, Y/N’s giving it to me good! Her pussy is the only one I need!” So really it’s all praises to you baby!“

At that you burst out into laughter and could see his funny point of view on things. He laughed along with you, thinking himself to be clever and funny as well.

Your stomach was hurting from how he delivered those silly remarks and truly you had to let go of him to hold your stomach to try and ease the pain.

~~~

His hands had dropped to your knees and legs as he let you have your happy moment.

Wiping your tears from the laughter, you grabbed his hand back and thanked him honestly.

"Thank you, honey…That was oddly sweet and kind of you…”

“You’re welcome…You don’t know ever need to feel bad about this whole thing…Just own it and tell them "Hell yeah I got him!” they’ll learn to let it go sooner or later!“

You nodded along and slowly felt him letting go of your hands.

Instead his hands dropped to your thighs and were slowly sliding to the side were he decided to rub you.

He inched closer and went to your waist to grip your pants.

"I’ll be honest babe…This whole talk about your pussy got me hard…You wouldn’t mind if I…If I took a taste out of it…”

It took you by surprised and feeling the huskiness in his sudden tone, you felt yourself getting warm at his suggestion.

Your mind went blank and you didn’t knew what to say but shrug.

“Oh come on…I want to…and plus you’ll feel even less stressed over this…I can promise you that…”

He winked, smirking as he continue to pull your pants down, only to make you want him and eagerly nod.


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anonymous asked:

Could you do BTS reaction to you being the more dominant one in the relationship?

A/N: So uh… This was fun to write. I felt very uncomfortable writing this (not in a bad way, but you know how the boys are…), so I hope you enjoy Nonnie… 


Taehyung: Tbh it would turn Tae on. He’d be so into you taking control of situations that he would be horny all the time- even if you weren’t doing anything remotely sexual. He’d be very needy, and do everything in his power to get you in the mood- including, but not limited to coming up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, and slipping a hand in your pants to fondle and stroke you… in public. He’d love it when you got frustrated with him, and take it out on him when you finally found some privacy. He would probably follow you around a bit like a puppy, always craving attention from you.


Jungkook: Jungkook would take it as a challenge. He would find it amusing that you wanted to be dominant, so during the day he’d allow you to do what you like, and when you were horny he’d let you take control… at first. Then, when you were wrapped up in euphoric pleasure, he’d flip roles, and take full control, forcing you to submit to his whims. You two would honestly fight for control, making sex, not to mention your days and various other activities all the more fun just because you wanted try and show each other up.


Yoongi: Yoongi would be very similar to Jungkook in that he find your dominance amusing, and he’d take control when you let your guard down. He would probably just go along with whatever you wanted during the day until you tried to get it on with him. That’s when Yoongi would smirk at you with mischievous intent, and you would know he was messing with you by “allowing you control.” However, if he was being too lazy, he’d probably just let you do whatever (which would likely be most days).


Namjoon: Namjoon would find it really hot, and would love you taking control. However, you wouldn’t have control every day, there would be days where Namjoon would be all for you doing whatever the hell you wanted- especially whenever you were being jealous and possessive, but then there would be days where your attempts would be just that- attempts. On those days, Namjoon would make sure you worked for it, and when it came down to sex on those days, there was really no use in you disobeying his wishes.


Hoseok: Ohh man. Hobi… He’d love your dominance. He’d be so proud to call you his because he believed that you were sexiest when you took control. (Oh fuck.. I just got a really vivid image of being on top of Hobi, and him just smirking up at me from below… Hold me…) He’d love to make you feel good during sex because he knew that the reward he’d receive would be well worth it. During the day, he’d just follow you around with a smile on his face, and he’d be so compliant with your wishes and demands because he likes seeing you content and smiling.

Originally posted by ultranicolet


Jin: Pshh lol. You? Dominant? Forget it. I mean it. Seriously though, Jin is always the one to take control. Don’t get me wrong, Jin loves when you do everything to please him, but a lap dance or a hand job/blowjob is about the extent of your alleged “dominance” before he’d pick you up and fuck you over the couch. Not on the couch, over it. During the day, Jin is his normal, confident, humorous, flirtatious self, and would actually really like you getting jealous, or bossing him around. However, the realms of day and night are on two very different ends of the spectrum.


Jimin: Dudeee, do not get me started on Jimin. Chims would be all over it. He’s the kind of guy who can really do either, but his clinginess during the day shows that he’s a really affectionate guy, and he’s up for any kind of affection you’re willing to give. I mean, he’s all about holding hands and back hugs, that stuff fills the guy’s heart with so much happiness it should be illegal. At night, he’ll let you do absolutely whatever the hell you wanted, whether it’s kinky BDSM shit, asking him to take control, or abruptly getting horny and jumping on his lap as you two are lying on the couch watching tv. Like, honestly? Jimin’s kinky af. Let’s be real here.


A/N: AHHHHHHH hElp

*Gifs not mine.

anonymous asked:

Kuroo + his gf who gets a lil drunk so he decides it's time to leave but his gf says she can't go with him bc she has a bf (she's talking about him to him without even realizing bc drunk) he plays along and starts asking her about her bf and she gushes about him and says silly things he does. Eventually he asks if she loves him and she says yes and how she wants to marry him, have kids and grow old together. He gets emotional because holy fuck I love this dork so much

Okay, so this is going to be like a continuation of this scenario I wrote a while ago: X

[College - Almost adult life ! AU]

“Oh yes, the gods are favoring me now” Kuroo thought as he looked at his drunken partner.

Currently, he was trying to convince her to go home, but without avail. She looked up at him and said “Ya‘now dude, I know what you’re trying to do” she snorted “and let me tell ya, I have a boyfriend so go away before I call him”

She didn’t recognize him, perfect timing to get a mini revenge on the last time he got drunk.

“Ohh, excuse me then, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend” he said seriously “is he going to come if you call him?”

“Of course he is” she said “he’s like, ya’now, super caring and all those thingsss” she slurred a little “like, almost a father, always worrying and trying to help me”

His heart swelled with pride, knowing that his girlfriend saw him like that, someone whom she could rely on. “That’s very nice, I hope you have a long, love-filled relationship” he said

She smiled “I hope so!!” she laughed “even though he’s a biiiig nerd, always making those horrible science puns” and then she said “but he makes me happy, so I’m willing to hear them everyday”

His puns were amazing, why did she consider them horrible? She had no sense of humor, of course she didn’t. “Do you love him?” he asked cautiously.

She fell silent for a few moments, and those moments were the worst torture for Kuroo. Did she doubt her love for him?

“Of course I love him!!” she said excitedly “I love him lots and lotsssss, like I really can’t imagine a life without him?”

Oh god, someone please save Kuroo’s heart “I like to think of us in the future, happily married, with little children running around our house” she said sweetly “and I want to hold his hand every day, even as the years start passing”

She sounded surprisingly sober right now, but he couldn’t think about that at all. His heart was about to burst from his chest, happiness taking over his body. He didn’t realize a few tears slipped from his eyes, until he felt her hands on his face, and her fingers wiping them away.

“I may be drunk Kuroo, but I’m not stupid enough not to recognize you after a while” she said smiling at him.

“Oh” was all he could muster at that moment “did…did you lie about the things you said?” he asked slowly.

“Do I look like someone who’s going to lie about those things?” she asked.

“Of course not” he said looking in her eyes “God, I love you so much (Name)”

Never in his life had he felt so sure about something. When the right moment arrived, he definitely was going to ask her to marry him. He hoped she liked the ring he saw on a jewelry a few weeks ago.

Emergency Brake

Spencer Reid x Reader

You’d seen him almost every morning for the past twelve weeks on the way to and from work. You assumed he lived in the same direction as you as he was always on bus into the city in the morning when you got on, and stayed on it after you got off.

Occasionally he wasn’t on the bus and you always wondered why. Was he ill or on vacation, did he work away?

Maybe one day you’d ask him.

More than likely not. You’d just settle for admiring him from afar.

You looked forward to seeing him, even if you didn’t ever speak to him. He was pretty. Dark brown hair that was perpetually messy, hazel eyes, and a jaw bone you were fairly certain you could cut glass on. He was by far one of the most attractive men you’d seen in real life.

He almost always had a book with him, a different one every time, and you wondered how the hell he got through them so quickly. You bought books with you too but it took you three to four days to finish one. Whereas it seemed to take him less than a day, the book he was reading on the way home often different to the one he had in the morning. He was either a super quick speed reader, or he had a super short attention span and got bored with the story line easily.

Today was cold and the bus was packed. You’d spotted him at the front of the bus, one empty seat across the aisle from him. You took it, seeing him glance up at you and smile shyly. You smiled back and sat down, tugging your ear buds out and shoving them into your bag. You didn’t mind listening to music on the train but you always turned it off when you got on the bus for some reason.

Four stops away from yours, a heavily pregnant woman boarded and looked around for a seat. No one moved to offer their’s up, everyone avoiding eye contact.

You sighed and went to stand up, catching her eye and motioning to your chair. She smile gratefully and made her way towards you.

The man opposite you looked up from the book his nose was buried in and frowned, seeing you exchanging your seat with the woman. He went to stand.

“Here, have mine instead,” he offered.

“No no no. It’s fine. She can take mine. I’m up now.”

You moved out of the way, the woman thanking you and sitting down. The bus began to move again.

“Well at least have my seat then. I’ll stand.” He rose from his seat and you saw that he was almost a foot taller than you.

“Seriously it’s fine. I get off in three stops anyway and you’re always on here after me. Sit back down. It’s okay.” You smiled at him in assurance and after a moment or two, he reseated himself.

You gripped the pole next to where he was sat, holding on tight. You hated standing up on public transport but you weren’t about to make a pregnant woman stand and you didn’t want to take his seat, even though he’d offered.

You watched him push a lock of his hair back behind his ear, closing his book and putting it back in his messenger bag.

The bus stopped suddenly, jerking you and making you stumble, knocking his head with your bag as you clung onto the pole trying to keep your balance. You were too short to easily reach the overhead strap.

“Shit. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. I’m okay. I have a hard head.”

Two more passengers got on the already crowed bus and it set off again. At the next stop, the bus jerked again. This time, you lost your balance completely and wound up on the attractive man’s lap.

Your eyes widened and you scrambled to get off, his own face shocked at the stranger he now had sitting on his knee.

“Fuckity fuck. Shit. Fuck!” you pulled yourself upright again, bright red with embarrassment, his own cheeks flushed.

“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”

He started to chuckle, amused rather than angry.

“Are you sure you don’t want my seat? You seem pretty desperate to get in it.”

You laughed back at him, your embarrsment subsiding slightly.

“I’m sure. I’m just clumsy. One more stop anyway.”

The next stop came and you were seriously considering complaining to the transport agency about this drivers breaking. Again you were sent stumbling into the man’s lap, frantically grabbing at the pole to pull yourself up so you could get off the bus and get home, ready to research a new way of getting to work so you would never have to see this man again. So far today you’d hit him with your bag, and landed in his lap twice.

He was trying to help you but your bag had landed awkwardly and had somehow tangled with the straps of his. By the time you were upright and able to start moving, the bus had pulled off.

“Balls,” you sighed.

“That was your stop wasn’t it?” he asked you.

You nodded in response, moving to pull yourself off his knee where you still were.

He put his arm out, stopping you.

“Listen, just stay put. It’s probably safer that way. The next stop is mine anyway so we can get off together. I don’t want you falling into me again and making me miss mine too,” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

He had such a nice smile, wide and happy with straight white teeth. His eyes sparkled when he grinned, making his handsome face even more beautiful.

“I’m Spencer,” he introduced himself.

“Y/N. I’d offer you my hand, but I figure we’re kinda beyond that now right?”

“Well you are sitting on my knee. I guess we are. Right, the stop’s coming up. Think you can handle walking down the aisle without falling over?”

“Who knows. I’ll probably still manage to fall into you or something. You might just wanna wait for a few moments and walk a few paces behind me.”

“You might be right there,” he replied, teasing you.

The bus stopped again and you hauled yourself up, rushing down the aisle and shooting the driving a filthy look as you got off. He wasn’t the usual driver and you blamed him for your embarrassment.

“Y/N… Wait.”

Spencer called after you and you haulted in your tracks, turning towards him.

“Erm… Do you have far to walk?” he asked, looking down at his feet nervously.

“Nah, I’m only five blocks out. The exercise will probably do me good. I’m really sorry by the way.”

“It really is okay… Listen… Erm….. You like coffee right? I see you with a Starbucks cup most mornings,” he was still shuffling his feet, not really making eye contact.

“I live on coffee. I swear I probably pay the manager’s wages single handedly with the amount I spend in there.”

“Would you…. Erm… Would you like to get a coffee with me sometime, maybe?”

He was asking you out?

He was asking you out!

“Really? You wanna get coffee with me?” You were totally surprised. This guy was way out of your league. Yet here he was, stuttering slightly and stumbling over his words.

“Only if you w-want to… It’s okay if you don’t… I understand,” he finally met your gaze, rejection already set in his face.

“Do you wanna go now? I kinda owe you one.”

“Really?”

“Sure. You can tell me how you manage to get through so many books…. ”

“You notice that I read?” he seemed totally surprised.

“Yes. It’s hard not to notice you. You’re kinda the best thing about my journey.”

He blushed before replying, “You’re kinda the best thing about mine too.”

You both smiled shyly at each other, before you decided to take the intitate and reach for his hand.

“Coffee shop’s this way.”

That's My Boy

I love your writing!! Could you write a Shawn imagine where he’s been ill all morning & day but he doesn’t want to let his fans down and cancel a show but he’s been getting worse all day & doesn’t think he can last through a whole show?? Maybe he gets really upset before the concert because he starts feeling really sick to his stomach & you think it’s partially nerves because he doesn’t want to ruin anything? Thanks!!

Oh my god I’ve been waiting for a request like this for such a long time! Anyway, I’m still trying to get out of the funk of writers block and get back on the saddle (god I sound like an old person) but, I hope you enjoy this one! ❤

***

‘Alright, looks like we’re almost set for Shawn’s concert tonight, everything looks great.’ Andrew sighed in content, giving me a high five. I admired Andrew on how proud he was of Shawn and how far he had come. It made me happy to see Shawn pulling off huge crowds like this.

'I seriously love this set up though. You guys always out do yourselves.’ I smiled, staring at the full circled moon that was hanging in the middle of the room.

'It’s all Shawn’s ideas, we just make it happen. Speaking of Shawn, where is he?’ Andrew asked, looking around.

'I let him sleep in a little longer, he seemed knackered last night after the concert. I’ll go get him, best me do it.’ I chuckled, remembering the last time someone else tried to do it, never seen the boy so angry in his life.

'I think that’s a good idea.’ Andrew chuckled, patting my back. I smiled again, before walking out of the venue towards the tour bus.

I noticed James walking towards me, smiling ear to ear. 'Hey Y/N, how you going today?’

'I’m alright, I have to go wake up his royal highness so wish me luck.’ I chuckled, looking back to the tour bus.

'Good luck, I’ll see you later.’ He smiled. I waved bye to him, finally reaching the tour bus. I opened the door, walking up the steps to see Shawn’s bunk curtain still closed.

I walked over slowly to him, pushing open his curtain quietly to see his sleeping face. I smiled at the sight, lifting my hand up to run my fingers through his soft curls. He moved a little, before slowly opening his eyes. He grabbed my hand, holding it in his whilst I rested my chin on his bed.

'Hey sunshine, you’ve got to get up now.’ I whispered.

'What’s the time?’ He asked, his voice sounding croaky. I frowned, a little worried. I know he had a morning voice, but something seemed off.

'It’s 11:00. I let you sleep in because you seemed tired from the night before.’ I answered, kissing our intwined hands. 'Don’t worry, Andrew said it was okay. Besides, I think James is rehearsing.’

'No, I-I gotta get up.’ I backed up a little, letting him get out of his bunk. He slowly rocked a little, leaning his back against the bunks.

'Shawn, are you alright?’ I asked, stepping forward. I placed my hands gently on his face, studying him. Something was definitely off.

'Yeah, I’m just tired that’s all.’ He gave me a half hearted smile, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

'Are you sure? You look a little pale…’ I sighed, wrapping my own arms around him. He leaned down, kissing my forehead for reassurance.

'I promise I’m okay, really.’ I sighed, his stubbornness always powering over mine. Damn him.

'Alright, well take a shower and get freshened up. You’ve got a big night tonight.’ I smiled, pecking his lips. 'I’ll make you some tea and breaky if you want?’ I went to walk away, before Shawn pulled me in again, kissing my lips once more. I chuckled, feeling him pull away. I pushed him towards the bathroom, turning on the kettle.

I smiled, feeling lucky to be on this journey with Shawn, he was the most hard working musician I’d seen to date. He was always working, on stage and off, I’m still surprised he managed to graduate sometimes. I was absentmindedly scrolling through Twitter, looking at edits of Shawn and fans tagging me in posts when I heard a thud come from the bathroom.

I placed my phone down and ran to the bathroom. I knocked on the door, waiting to hear a response, hearing nothing.

'Shawn? Sweetheart? Are you okay?’ I asked hurriedly, hearing no response.

I opened the door, seeing him past out on the floor of the shower, steam filling up everywhere. 'Shit! Shawn!’ I exclaimed, opening the shower door and turning on the cold water. I didn’t care if my clothes got wet, but now I was seriously worried.

I flicked cold water on his face, seeing his eyes slowly drooping open. He looked up and around, trying to familiarise himself with his surroundings.

'Y/N? Wha-what happened?’ He asked. I switched off the water, moving his hair from his eyes, staring into his eyes.

'You must’ve passed out from the heat. Shawn, you don’t look well at all.’ I sighed, seeing his face pale.

'I’ll be okay, I promise.’ He mumbled, trying to stand up. I stopped him, kissing his forehead.

'Stop lying. Wait here, I’ll get you some clothes.’ I whispered, running out of the bathroom, straight to his suitcase, grabbing a shirt, hoodie, underwear and sweatpants. I walked back in, placing the clothes down and grabbing a towel, starting to dry him.

'Is this your way of turning me on?’ He joked whilst I dried the lower part of his body, I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, smiling.

'You wish, Shawn Mendes.’ I replied. 'C'mon - help me, help you.’ I wrapped his arm over my shoulder, mine around his waist to help him up.

'Y/N, I can get changed on my own.’ He kissed my forehead, whilst i quickly put down the toilet seat, sitting him down on it.

'Hush up and put on your briefs.’ I threw him his underwear. He rolled his eyes, slipping them on with the rest of his clothes.

'Shawn, I don’t think you should perform tonight.’ I spoke up honestly. He looked at me like I had said the most offensive thing ever. I threw my hands up in defence. 'You passed out in the shower!’

'I’m just tired, alright? I’ll rehearse for a bit, sleep and I’ll be right. Just - please don’t tell Andrew or Geoff, I need you do this for me.’ He sighed, running his fingers through his still wet hair. I stood in front of him, placing my hands on face. He was burning up and I wanted him to lay and rest, but knowing him, he didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially his fans.

'I hate it when you guilt trip me. I’ll shut up, but, if you’re not feeling well, tell me straight away. If you’re not better four hours before, I’m telling Andrew.’ I compromised, pecking his lips. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, feeling his strong arms wrap around me.

'I love you.’ He whispered in my ear. I felt the corners of my mouth lift up, making me smile.

'I love you too.’

*

It had been a few hours and Shawn had been rehearsing non stop. I had to force him to take a break, in which he took a nap in his dressing room for half an hour. He wasn’t getting any better, in fact, he was getting worse.

'Y/N!’ I peeked my head up from the front row, seeing Geoff on stage as he motioned me over, making my nerves worsen. I slowly made my way up the stage steps, standing in front of Geoff.

'What’s up?’ I asked.

'Is Shawn okay? He’s seemed off all day. Is there something I should know?’ He asked.

I shook my head, feeling guilty for lying to him. 'I’m not sure, he hasn’t really talked to me.’ I shrugged.

Geoff sighed. 'I’m really worried because he has meet & greet soon and I don’t want him to go out and do this if he isn’t well.’

I sighed, biting my lip to stop the truth coming out. 'You’ll have to talk to him, I doubt he’ll tell me anything.’

He nodded giving me a side hug before walking away. I sighed, looking out to the arena from the stage. This venue was soon going to be filled with fans, I just hope they’ll be able to see Shawn.

*

I don’t know how he did it, but Shawn managed to meet over 100 fans through meet and greet. He looked so ill it made me feel like crap looking at him. Fans asked him apparently if he was okay and he replied that he was.

He laid on the couch in his dressing room, his eyes closed. I sat on the floor next to him, laying my head on it to look at him. He looked peaceful but exhausted at the same time. I sighed, hearing a knock at the door. It opened to reveal James, frowning a little at the state of Shawn.

'Is he okay?’ He whispered, closing the door behind him.

I shook my head, staring back at my sleeping boyfriend. 'I promised not to say but he really wants to perform. He has the next two days off but, I feel bad for him that he pushes himself too hard.’ I whispered.

'What can we do?’

I shrugged. 'I don’t know. He isn’t better and I hate to say it, but, he won’t be able to perform.’

Shawn moved suddenly, waking up and staring at James and I. 'What’s up?’ He croaked out.

'Dude, you look horrible.’ James sighed, sitting in the other chair across from him.

'Thanks.’ Shawn replied, sarcasm evident in his voice. 'I’ll be fine though guys, please stop worrying.’

I closed my eyes and looked down at my lap, completely worried about him. I didn’t know how he was going to do this.

*

It was an hour or so in and James played a few extra songs to give Shawn some time to gain some strength to perform. I stood side of stage with him, helping him out his electric guitar on.

He sighed, looking at me. 'I want to do this, Y/N, please don’t be mad.’ He whispered, looking down at me.

I lifted my gaze up to look at him, no smile or nothing shown on my face. 'I’m not mad, Shawn. I’m worried.’

He moved his guitar around, hugging me tightly. 'I’ll be okay.’ He reassured.

'Are you reassuring me or yourself?’ I asked. Before Shawn could answer, Geoff called him over, telling him to get ready to go on.

Shawn sighed, before looking down, covering his face with his hands. I notice his shoulders shaking, hearing his quite sobs coming through.

'Where does it hurt?’ I asked.

'It hurts everywhere.’ He sobbed. Luckily the side of stage was dark so no one could see him.

'Where specifically?’ I asked, placing my hands on his biceps.

He pointed to his chest and throat. I knew exactly what it was, it was anxiety. He was feeling scared, which was understandable.

'Shawn, hey,’ I murmured, hugging him. 'If you can’t do this, don’t. But, if you want to fight through and give the best of your ability, do it. I support you with any decision you want.’ I removed his hand from his face, staring at his tear stricken face. I bent his head down, kissing his forehead. 'Do what you want, hun. I support you.’

He nodded, looking a little better, staring at the side of the stage, everything becoming dark, his intro to his concert starting.

'You’ve got this.’ I whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek, before he walked to the side of stage, his nerves slipping away with every step.

That’s my boy.

The only two reactions I get when I tell people I'm a film student
  • Person 1: WOW! So you're gonna make movies! That's so cool! Hahaha look out Steven Spielberg! Could I be in one of your movies one day? Better prepare that Oscar speech! Can't wait to see you on the red carpet! :D
  • Person 2: What's your backup plan? Cause I mean maybe you should just do film as a hobby.
Bangtan Boys

Rap Monster- ISTP

“I just want to say that I’m like this right now, I’m this kind of person and I’ve lived like this, but I’m having these kinds of thoughts right now. And in the future, I’ll be like this… People want to have assurance towards their existence to no end. I think the reason I do music is that while speaking of my stories through music, I’m able to confirm the reason to my existence. I don’t want to be a petty person, but someone who remains in history. Because it’s a life that you only get one chance with, I want to influence people endlessly, give hopes, and become someone who can become a dream. Until then, I plan to continue on forth. Because that will become something that confirms the worth to my existence to the world and something that can personally confirm myself as to who I am.” (Se-Ni)

Okay so I had the most trouble when typing Rap Monster because he is just so unlike the traditional descriptions of his type; or maybe I was just over analyzing everything he was saying. ISTPs are described as being very in-tune with their environment and noticing the details of their surroundings. He does have that Se look in his eyes, but due to his lack of motor coordination and how the other members say that he needs to pay more attention to his surroundings, I was a little confused.

He is constantly trying to make sense of what kind of role he plays in the world and vice versa (Ti). Saying that “youth” defines itself as being the most beautiful moment in life, writing poems about the relationship between his self-conscious and the world, etc. is his Ti shining through. 

Then it was just a matter of debating between ISTP and INTP. His thoughts are very deep and theoretical which is a typical INTP trait BUT he has no Ne. Despite the fact that he’s always lost in his own world, he does have Se in how he finds the most relaxation being out and about in nature (a typical ISxP trait), and how he gives answers questions straight-forwardly without branching out into several different ideas. 

The reason why I typed him as ISTP rather than ESTP is simply due to the fact that he describes himself as being “careful” and “timid.” The fact that he spends more time inside his head rather than out doing things and craving more sensual experiences justifies him being a Ti-dom. He also says that while he knows how to do certain things in his head, his actions don’t always follow. 

Overall I have determined that Rap Monster has developed his Ni to a good extent. You can see how much effort he has to put in order for his answers to be deep compared to Suga who’s a Ni-dom and therefore he does it effortlessly. Also he seems like a very healthy ISTP compared to his age because his inferior Fe also comes into play from time to time such as how he’s courteous and knows how to respond in given situations.

Jin- ISFP

“My first child will be a daughter, and my second child will be a son. I really want my son to have an older sister. I have an ideal image of having an older sister. Most guys with an older sister told me this- that the older sister puts allowance in her little brother’s wallet. My older brother took money out of my wallet! And a long time ago, I was traumatized when my friend told me that his girlfriend went home to make her little brother food. I never realized that an older sibling could cook for their younger sibling. I will name my son Yoosun, with the common family syllable. I took the name of Yoobi’s son. I was sad when I found out that my name didn’t have the common family syllable.” (Fi-Ni)

Now I have a feeling that many people are going to disagree with me on his type simply because he’s extremely organized and a neat freak. Well being a perceiver doesn’t mean that someone can’t be organized. Those are mere stereotypes (I should know because I’m the most disorganized person out there).

The thing with Jin is that he’s always kind of just been in the background. Any interview or variety show BTS goes on, he gets the least amount of screen time (which is totally unfair btw) partly due to the fact that while the other members are goofing around to get attention, he’s just sitting there. He doesn’t necessarily look uncomfortable but it’s more due to the fact that he probably just doesn’t want to do something because other people are doing it. If he wants to answer a question or do something crazy, it’ll be because he wants to and not because it is expected of him (Fi).

He’s always said that his personality is the kind to not mind what others think of him and to do what he wants to do. He has a strong sense of personal values; you can clearly see how much his values mean to him. Everything he talks about will have some sort of meaning to him even when he’s answering questions that are supposed to be objective, he somehow brings it back to himself (”Oh so that means I’m like this” or “Yes that happened to me too”). He LOVES cooking and you can tell because his eyes just seem to light up and become animated (the way Fi users do) whenever he talks about something meaningful to him.

His Se isn’t really that hard to notice and it’s most apparent in his cooking. His attention to detail comes from his Se in that he’s focusing all of his energy externally by focusing on his five senses. This is why he seems like a perfectionist when it comes to food. The reason he’s good at cleaning is also because he’s so good at noticing his surroundings and taking in all the details.

He’s calm and relaxed and a trait that I’ve noticed in most ISFPs is that he so desperately wants to be free. J-Hope once said that when Jin gets mad he can’t see anything in front of him, this is his inferior Te coming into play.

Suga- INTJ

“I was an underground rapper for a long time. I have a goal. I want to be the bridge between main stream music and underground Hip Hop. They’re so busy slandering each other. It’s probably too soon to say I want to unite the two; I’d sound pretty bombastic, won’t I ? As long as I can make good music, it doesn’t matter if I’m an idol or an underground rapper ” (Ni)

His introversion is due to the fact that he doesn’t like loud places with lots of people and that, in his opinion, everyone deserves a time and place for them to be refreshed (for him it’s being alone).

His dreams are big (despite being unsure of whether he’ll be able to reach them or not) and elaborate (Ni). He has a clear goal of what he wants to do and where he wants to go in life (without having thought about the technicalities and the specifics). He hates repetition and sees no point in thinking about the past because “the past is the past and it’s not like I can change anything about it.”  He doesn’t linger on things and really likes what he likes and hates what he dislikes–there is no in-between.

He is willful, confident, and independent (the fact that he went up the PD to complain about the endless repetitive dance practices proves this). Not to mention his supreme title of the sassy queen of BTS.  He doesn’t worry about what others think about him and is stubborn in defending what he believes in (Te-Fi). He has a straightforward personality in which he says what he means and means what he says without sugarcoating anything for anyone (Te). Confronts people about his problems instead of talking about them behind their backs. 

According to Jin he has a variety of knowledge about various things and he has no idea where he gets it all from (typical INTJ trait). He pretends not to care when he actually does (Fi). He finds pleasure in being organized externally (Te) because it aids him in knowing which direction to go in the future (Ni). His biggest regret/weakness shows up in the form of his inferior Se in which he says that “I didn’t have time to look at my surroundings and was too focused on what was in front of me. I think I should take some time to look around me and try things that aren’t just work-related, whether it’s hobbies or sports.“

J-Hope- ENFJ

It {the set} was warm and the flowers were blooming so I thought it would be really cozy, but to be honest it was cold. I had to climb up in a tree to film and I was kind of scared. It seemed really scary so I was afraid and got tense. Something came from that solitude and fear. (Ni-Se)

I came to the conclusion that he was ENFJ because, for starters, he was given his name because he gives ope to those around him. He’s bright, kind,gentle, treas others well, and is pretty loyal. He’s sociable and has a lot of love to give to those around him.

He loves thinking about complicated things (a strong indicator of Ni). He has no Si and instead thinks about the future and remembers the past as facts rather than memories (product of having Se). The way he’s able to be spontaneous and act in the moment are his tertiary Se kicking in.

He likes to be introspective but then dark thoughts kick in (this happens a lot to xNFJs as we are naturally attracted to dark themes). His way of looking to the past and creating universal themes from them are strong indicators of Ni. 

His Fe is more obvious than Suga’s sass. No but seriously he is always smiling and reflecting the emotions of those around him. One moment that really stood out for me though, (just to make my point), is that when he cried when the members threw him a surprise birthday party, he unconsciously hugged all the members as a sign of gratitude. He was obviously very emotionally shaken up (he was choking on his tears for goodness sake) and so his thoughts must have been in a huge mess but seeing as how he hugged them as if it were the natural thing to do just shows that it is the natural thing for him to do. Only a Fe-dom would think about thanking everyone individually so that no one got their feelings hurt and felt excluded even in a time like that.

Jimin- ESFP

“My aim is frankly to be the first. This has many meanings but i want to get the first place in music program and i also want to get really important award at some award ceremony.” (Se-Ni)

Jimin was one of the easiest for me to type. I did think he had Fe for a while because he is just so thoughtful and the members described him as being the one who listens to all their problems the best which didn’t really strike me as an ESFP trait (no offense to all the ESFPs out there). 

He’s always living in the moment whether it’s on or off stage. He has a good sense of aesthetic taste which is why he’s so good at picking his clothes and knowing what would look good with what (Se-Ni). He tends to be alert to what’s going on around him and thus he’s so good at performing. On camera you can always see him making random hand motions and making exaggerated facial expressions which is a common habit of ESxPs. He also uses his whole body to describe how he’s feeling.

He went through a lot of hardships because he was the last one to be added to BTS but you wouldn’t notice it ever, because of his Fi. His emotions are kept quiet but you can tell they play a large part in how he makes his decisions. He shows his affections readily especially when it’s physical. He makes his likes and dislikes less noticeable than Jin because as an extrovert his first instinct is to keep harmony with those around him but when he does he becomes extremely stubborn. 

He loves to be the center of attention (that’s why he tries so hard on stage and unintentionally steals the other members spotlight even when it’s not his turn). He says that he has a desire to constantly be moving around and he hates being bored. 

V- ENTP

"I have a motto that came from my father: “What is that that’s so important.” It has a lot of meaning. I have moments where I’m tired, annoyed, and don’t want to do things. But whenever I think of these words, those things become nothing. If you endure through it, good things will come your way. My father ingrained this into my head so whenever I’m at hardship, I think of these words so I hope we never forget this.” (Ne-Si)

V is friendly, self-centered (not in a bad way), independent, and eccentric–typical ENTP traits. Honestly, his 4D personality gives it away despite how “mysterious” people say he is. ;)

His Ne is so obvious that you can literally see it in his eyes. They’re always shifting from place to place as if sorting through all of the multiple things going on his head. He also gets off-topic in interviews pretty fast like in one interview he was asked about composing and he ended his answer with something about how Rap Monster should just write notes on his hands.  He’s an inventor of new ideas to the extent that Suga has said that V comes up with really good ideas that equal out his quirkiness.

Suga once said that “he’s immature and isn’t able to become serious. It seems like he doesn’t care what others think,” and this really made me think of Ti. Since Fe is a tertiary function in ENTPs, and because he’s so young, it can be hard to adjust to other people’s feelings. But he find it super easy to make friends with people (especially with his father Daehyun), and often mentions how he has a  lot of friends because he isn’t picky or judgmental and people are drawn to hat about him (a typical ENTP trait).  He has this extra childishness that comes with being young and that’s why his Ti isn’t that prominent unless you really devour everything he says like I did. 

Some other things that helped me included how he said that it’s super hard for him to cry even when he’s deeply moved. He’s not afraid to do embarrassing things and he seems really out of it most of the time. 

Jungkook- ISFJ

“Looking back at my audition, I was shy and i had no self confidence. I couldn’t control my feelings properly. I had a chance to stay in the US for a month before the debut. So many things changed. I gained confidence. Also i was awakened to expressing my feelings or dancing.” (Si)

Jungkook was a little harder for me to type and that was mostly because he’s so shy and all his talk about how he doesn’t care about what others think of him (we’ll see how much of that is true…)

He’s described as being kind, innocent, and bad at expressing his feelings. He’s also super bad at refusing requests. I definitely think that he has Fe rather than Te but it’s harder to notice because of how withdrawn he is. Hes always said how uncomfortable he is speaking in front of people and in interviews so that is definitely an indicator that his Fe isn’t as developed as it should be because he is so closed off. But his manners are still first class like how he he’s aware of social norms. I can definitely relate to how his Fe doesn’t immediately show. Whenever I’m put in the spot or in a social situation, sometimes it’s extremely hard for me to unconsciously use my Fe but rather I have to remind myself to or else I become too closed off.

He’s reluctant in being put on the spot like when J-Hope was trying to have a conversation with him in English, you could tell how he was alarmed and totally not prepared. 

He answers questions based on his past experiences relating to the matter at hand (Si). The actions he takes reflect what he’s done in the past depending on what has and hasn’t worked for him. For example when he’s reading he thinks “If I read, then I’ll become better at speaking then I am now, right?” He often mentions how he’s changed compared to his trainee days. The words he lives by are that passion is imperative in order to grow and that passion is fueled by accumulated experiences.