Using “Putain” in every type of situation from extreme pain to good news
It’s not a French wedding until a Patrick Sébastien song is playing
The “pain au chocolat” vs “chocolatine” debate
No one really understands the tv channel Arte
One of our former presidents once said “Casse toi pauvre con” (Fuck off you prick) and “Descends si t’as des couilles” (Come down if you’ve got balls) to actual random people who insulted him in the streets
Every French actor who becomes successful at Hollywood gets automatically hated here
French accents aren’t sexy, they’re nails scratching on a black board
Cellphone numbers all begin by 06 or 07
We desperately try to copy English-speaking reality TV and boi is it bad
One of our traditional Christmas movie is about a group of people participating in the gruesome murder and body disposal of some guy
Whistling in the middle of a sentence is a thing and most of the time it means you’re pissed off
An AU where Johnny is a mafia leader but accidentally falls in love with a girl.
Oh boy, I’m probably gonna die after this
But anyways, Johnny, as a mafia leader….interesting
He is really intimidating, mostly because of his hard stare and frame so tall and strong
He dressed up smart but shaggy at the same time. To a normal person, he would look terrifying
Tattoos, piercings all lining his body, contaminating his milky white complexion
But that was what caught your attention when you saw him sit across from you in the local bar
Hair shiny, slicked back. His hands were big, veins popping from underneath the skin, his fingers slender
Johnny was the kind of person no one wanted to mess with. Leader of the most terrifying mafia clan in town, hard to contradict and extremely hard to win against
He had a special way with words. His talk more than often manipulating people in dangerous ways. His illegal smirk whenever he got his way
You were sat on your uncomfortable seat, a Martini in hand and time to spare. He was so different from other people that you couldn’t help but stare at him
His strides were so calculated and soft that it would bring a cat to shame, movements so confident and assured that you wanted to give him an award
When he ordered a Sunset Rum, you had caught his voice. Deep and thick with his funny but sexy accent. He hadn’t noticed you ogling at him yet and you decided to enjoy the view for a while
Your blind date had ditched you and left you sitting in the tight red dress your friend had forced you into
So much for being that strong, independent girl who never needed to impress a man
But today you were needy, for something. Something that made you feel alive, painful yet pleasurable. Which is why you put extra effort in your appearance
Johnny finally noticed your burning stare and raised his eyebrows at you. You gave him a small smirk with your bright red lips, bringing your drink closer to your face
He looked away, smiling to himself and staring at the small glass with his drink. He wore a black coat and white collar shirt. It wasn’t ironed which added to his distraught yet intriguing look. You were never into good boys who dressed straight with matching underwear
He lifted himself up and brought the drink over to you,digging his gaze into you
Both of you just sat in silence, not knowing how to strike up a conversation. You wished people could just initiate sex without flirting or a hearty conversation. As rude as it was, it was easier
He smelled like honey and smoke
“Did you get stood up or something?” He asked. Your eyes widened at how close he was. The voice that melted you from within so far away was now ringing in your ear as close as anything could be
“Did you come back from a funeral? You’re definitely dressed like you are.” You were good at retaliation. Most of your attempts at flirting came off as mean and rude but he just smirked. He liked your vigour. One question led to another and his hands were up on your thigh. He was close, close enough for you to kiss his plump lips. “Not here,” he said, giving your thigh a hard squeeze. You bit your lip and just stared at those damned lips of his. He pulled you by the hand and led you out of the warm bar. The air was cold but his hands weren’t and as he led you to his car, you grew colder and more impatient. No one had turned you on like this
The pressure between your legs was immense as you were carefully thrown into the backseat of his car. Rough but gentle, he was. His movements and the smooth skin of his abs were the only thing you remembered. Followed by the intense euphoria his touches sent you into, a bliss, desperation for more, begging, screaming
He talked dirty but didn’t make you feel like a slut. It was more deep. This guy knew what he was doing. His tattoo covered arms were blush red, the blood running vigorously through him. His black hair had a blue sheen to them as they grew wet with his sweat. His tattoos making your small head wonder and the piercings that felt cold against your skin
When you both were done with your little activity, he sat back, instantly pulling out of you. Most boys would fall against you and whisper something sweet. Like “that was amazing babe” or “Maybe we should catch a drink later.” But not this lad
He sat back, pulling on his pants as you tried your best to cover up as quickly as you can. Heart beat faster than a horse and cheeks burning because of the excessive exposure of skin
He brought a cigarette to his lips, setting fire to it god knows when. You sat there staring him in awe, feeling a bit used as he didn’t say a word. I mean, you guys literally just fucked
He offered you a smoke but you denied, wanting to leave. “Uh I should go,” you uttered. He blew a puff of smoke through his nose and turned to look at you. The parking lot was empty and unlit. The only source of illumination was the moon and the far off street lights. The piercings on his ear glistened against the faint light. He looked like the devil, a beautiful devil that allured people into his den of sin. He leaned in, the fragrance coming back. He reached for your face and slid the stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your face was a mess. Red lipstick smudged and eyes black with run down mascara. You had faint red hickeys all over your collarbones. “Can we do this again sometime? And preferably not in my car”
A mistake once committed becomes a lifelong habit. You both slept with each other a daily basis. He was always stressed because of money dealing, drug dealing, enemies coming for his life. And you just needed to kill your boredom. Your fucked up relationship remained a secret to his gang and your friends. The last thing you needed was your friends to know that you sleep with this dubious boy who you knew nothing about
He never told the boys because he didn’t them to think he was in love. Which he wasn’t, at least he thought so. He was the leader, the person that made everything run within and outside his clan. The leader people feared because of what he can do. A powerful delinquent who could not be moved from his stance
You were a distraction for him. Your hard demeanour, dainty face, small body. It was what attracted him. How you weren’t shy, how daring you were, how you never judged, never asked him who he really was
It had been a month and his feelings began to change. He was a broken person, love was the last thing on his mind. The last time he witnessed love was when his father had kissed him on his head and told him to be a good boy. The last kiss, the last glance and then he was gone. Taken away by the car crash, Johnny was alone. His mother remarried which made her even more distanced. She hated him, thought he was the reason why she had to marry his father. And once he died, she wasted no time in providing him with an abusive step father
When you arrived at his lavish place,one day, his gaze was different. His touches were softer and voice slow, like he was reciting the words to his favourite poem. You felt weird after, leaving his apartment with millions of thoughts in your mind
Later that week, he arrived at your place. It was a shock at first because he didn’t seem the kind of guy to arrive at a girl’s place. You were in your ugly pyjamas, not looking your best self. But he was a bloody mess. Red liquid spilled from his wounded lip and a big purple bruise sat on his eye. His white collar shirt was shredded, showcasing the wounds and gashes that were dangerously swollen and bloody
You were almost in tears, you had never seen anyone so broken before. He had been drinking too with his fists red carrying slits and bruises. He leaned against the door before falling into your arms. His hair were dishevelled. He still smelled the same. You could recognise his scent anywhere. You carried him to the couch, sitting him up and fetching a first aid box
You sat on his lap and cleaned his wounds. His eyes were closed and breath short and steady. He’d often flinch as you applied the anti septic to his sickly wounds
You didn’t know when you fell in love with him. Didn’t even know how and why. It just happened. That day, when you guys fucked..no..had sex. There was a difference between the two. There was definitely an unspoken feeling between you two
He finally opened his eyes and smiled when he saw you. “Hey beautiful,” he said. He still looked as breathtaking as ever. “Why Johnny? Why…” you cried, not holding back anymore. He pulled you into his chest and caressed the small of your back. You pulled away and stared at him with wet eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? Get into fights, smoke, waste your life drinking?”
He stayed silent for a minute and then spoke. “If I told you, will you leave?” He almost whispered. You shook your head, throat in painful knots. “I’m a mafia leader,” he managed. You had a hunch he was related to people that were up to no good. That he was up to no good. You nodded, understandingly. As you raised your hand up to clean the wound on his cheeks, he stopped you. “I’m poison Y/N. I destroy things, decay them, make them cease to exist. But I’m-” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m also in love with you.” You smiled at that, half relieved and half excited. He held your face in his palms that had a metallic whiff to them, and pulled you in for a soft kiss. A kiss that tasted like salt, like water on a hot hot day. It was gentle, polite, beautiful. You wanted more.
That night he had made love to you,telling you he loves you with every move. You woke up next to him, his face still swollen and messy
Johnny wanted to keep your relationship undercover, still not letting the boys know about you. He acted strange at times, often cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you
It was less sex, more cuddling. More watching movies and exchanging jokes. He became human around you. Whereas with other people he would be tough and a pure hoodlum, he was so sweet towards you
He often warned you about people who might try to hurt you. He had made a promise to not lose you, after his father. He wanted to protect you the way he couldn’t prevent his father’s accident
He slowly broke the news to the boys, who were caught off guard
His clan was filled with gorgeous boys, ranging from teenagers to early adults. They were all so much more playful around each other, joking and running around like hooligans. It was a surprise because you had expected them to be dark and scary. Although they were like deathly wolves with other people, they were nice to you. One of the boys, Taeyong, would often thank you for the ways in which you had changed Johnny. In ways he had become more human, more gentle with the boys
Johnny wasn’t perfect. He was still a mafia leader who would interact with the wrong guys, carry out activities that were against the rules of a civilised society. He didn’t change completely. He was still the Johnny people feared and respected. But not with you. You were his everything. Every ounce of him yearned to protect and love you. And you didn’t want to change him either. For who he really was, broken and cold, made you fall in love with him in the first place.
A/N: I still can’t write smut and maybe it’s lacking smut stuff but eh…enjoy!
Nothing At Stake- Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 - “Emilia Crawford has always hidden herself in the shadows, she goes unnoticed by most except one, Jughead Jones, her only friend in the world. When she makes him a scandalous offer, can he really refuse?” - WORK IN PROGRESS - smut
A Little Less Sixteen Candles: - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 “Mona was never the fool to believe that those sappy rom-coms she loved so dearly were anything but fiction, but that couldn’t stop her heart from holding out for one tiny miracle. When Jughead Jones finally asks her to the prom, albeit as friends, she starts to believe that happy endings might exist after all. -COMPLETED
Colour Soulmate AU / Part 2 - “Erica Mars has seen the world in its many colours from the tender age of eight. Unsure with what to do with this revelation she hides it from the world, at eight she has more important things to think about then the concept of ‘True Love’. As the years pass, however, hiding the status of her (non-existent) love-life proves to take its toll on her heart and of course sitting across from her soulmate everyday does nothing to help.” (Hints of Beronica and Barchie)
Four Times You Told Jughead Jones You Loved Him, and the One Time He Said Back - Part 1: “
The first time you told him you loved him it was because he needed it.”
Slumber - Jughead comforts you after a long and tough day.
Sunbeam - A short and sweet moment capturing what it’s like to wake up next to your best friend.
Regret - Jughead x OC (Amy): An alternative to Jughead’s birthday, one drunken mistake leads to a lifetime of regrets for somebody on that fateful night.
The Drive-In Closes Down - Pretty self-explanatory, Twilight closes down and the reader comes to comfort Jug - sad/angsty
Blue and Gold [Part 2] [Part 3] - You are assigned with helping the only person in Riverdale who seems to hate your guts for no reason, you’re determined to get some answers - fluffy/angst
He’s Just Not That Into You - Based on Gigi and Alex in the film of the same title, not really a fic or a drabble more of a quick prompt.
Dancing with Jughead - You try desperately to get Jughead to dance with you at a party -fluffy/funny
Fire - You are suffering through your first panic attack, you have no idea what is happening to you but luckily one of your bestfriends is here to help - angsty and friendly Jughead X Reader
Pop-Tarts - Your brothers annoying best friend moving into your house shouldn’t be a massive problem right? What about when you start to develop a crush on said ‘annoying best friend’ - an Andrews!Reader fic.
Can I Kiss You? / Jealous Jughead / Trapped - A series of short fics taken from dialogue prompts and asks, written on my train journey to and from university, some suggestive themes may occur.
When He See’s Me - A self-indulgent drabble based on the song of the same title from the musical Waitress. You agree to double date with your longtime friend Valerie and her new beau Archie Andrews, and wait - his name is Jughead?!
Trouble - An angsty piece based on the song of the same title by artists Cage the Elephant. OOC!Jughead and AU!Riverdale
BUGHEAD - Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones
Late -‘I was convinced at that time that I loved him, Juggie, but when he told he’d never feel the same way I managed to move on. I could live without the love of Archie Andrews.’ She sighed. ‘But you-’ - Betty laments on her understanding of love.
Reggie X OC
Perfect - Reggie watches Katie from across the classroom and wonders how he never noticed her before -very fluffy
A/N: I deleted the whole fucking thing shortly before I was finished so I had to write it again pretty fast. So don’t mind mistakes or sorry if it’s a bit rushed. I dedicate this to @th-trash <3 XD
You were in a hotel in Singapore due to your Spider-Man: Homecoming press tour with Harrison, Tom and Jacob. Harry couldn’t make it this time.
When Tom found out the hotel had a ballet studio he insisted on giving you all a lesson. The other two agreed but you didn’t feel like it at all and decided to play their cameraman. He tried to convince you but you turned him down.
Tom looked really good doing ballet. He was spinning around, paying attention to his posture. His muscles were visible through the thin shirt he was wearing. The other two were more of a spinning mess. “Not like this. Like this!” Tom corrected them.
“Well, we’re sorry but not everyone can have a huge role in a musical at age 13.” “Yeah and i still think ballet is for girls.” Jacob added to Haz’ comment. They started picking on him.
You put your phone aside, slowly walking up behind Tom. Assuringly you placed your hand on his back. “What you guys aren’t seeing is how hard it actually is to become a good dancer. It is just as hard for girls as it is for boys. Now you haven’t actively been dancing the past few years but still. Dancers need to stretch, to become flexible. They need to focus on a lot and keep everything up at the same time. Pace, posture, they need to study choreographies. Now you two jerks stop being jealous, you have other skills.”
The two apologized. “All good.” Tom shortly answered before turning around and looking after you as you walked back to the corner you were just sitting in and watching mostly Tom a few minutes ago. His feelings for you were continuously growing. Throughout the lesson he would glance at you shortly every few minutes and once you caught him. Quickly he turned away but after a few seconds his gaze met yours again. Like a teeanger and his crush in highschool. Flashing him a dreamy smile you caught him by surprise.
Afterwards you guys decided to go into the awesome pool the hotel had to offer. As you joined the holy trinity in the water, Tom’s eyes were steady on your body. Silently he didn’t care to engage in the conversation Harrison, Jacob and you were having. Instead he examined every little feature of your face.
And you let him. You knew he was doing it the whole time but you also didn’t mind being fancied. especially since it is not only one-sided.
“Okay guys, I’ll go take a shower now. I am so tired and I don’t even know why. I haven‘t done anything today.” Chuckling you left the boys, going back inside again.
“Y/N? Are you there?” Recognizing Tom’s voice as he knocked on the door you opened it in a swift motion. “Come in. Where are the others?” “Getting food. I think they were looking for a pizza place.” Walking closer to the bed you were sitting on, he closed the door behind him.
“Thank you.” “He started off. “For standing up for me. Had a small highschool flashback for a second.” “You got bullied?” Getting up from the bed you place yourself in front of him. “N-not that they had any reason to.” “There is never a reason for bullying, Tom. Nothing can ever justify bullying.” “And also, I can’t understand how someone could actually hate you.” A strain of hair, one of his curls, was hanging down on his forehead. Gently yet unexpectedly you ran your fingers through his hair, putting it back in place.
The brunette was fidgeting around with his hands. Usually Tom is an extroverted, confident guy but you made him all nervous and shy. He wouldn’t dare embarrassing himself in front of you.
“Why so nervous?” You quieted down your voice before snaking your arms around his neck and slowly starting to squish his shoulders in your hands. As he realized your smirk he finally realized that you liked him back.
“You know what else would help?” His hands quickly grabbed your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss. His lips were soft, just like his hand against your flushed cheek. “That did help the both of us. Taking you by surprise he crashed his lips against yours once again before sliding his tongue in your mouth. Parting from him you took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, too fast?” Tom was a little bit stormy but who cared? Definitely not you. “Probably, but as long as we both like it?” Cocking an eyebrow at him you shrugged. “Well, did you?” “I did.” You whispered seductively into his ear. A smirk came across his face as he sat down on the bed, making you straddle him.
Your lips worked against yours as your fingers were buried in his hair. After minutes of just that his hands wandered down your back, caressing it gently before landing on your butt. Gently he gave it a little squeeze making you moan quietly yet assuringly against his pink lips.
His lips left yours as they trailed along your jaw down to your neck, leaving sweet kisses. Tom knew what he was doing. That was definite. Sucking and licking all over the side of your neck he intended to find your sweet spot.
“I’m sorry for the hickey, darling.” Moaning quietly into his ear you signaled him that he had found the spot. He definitely did leave a hickey after sucking and nibbling at it for a long while. Focused on you he unbuttoned your over-sized button-up while placing moist kisses along your chest down to your stomach.
You felt the arousal build up in your clit as you pushed him farther down, though he stopped. “Not quite yet, love.” His unbelievably sexy British accent and the sweet words ‘darling’ and ‘love’ made you crave him even more. Hot blood rushed through your veins as you watched him move.
Softly he placed his warm hands on the inside of your lower thighs, just above your knees before trailing upwards. Slowly he started massaging your inner thighs through your jeans making it unbearable to wait, especially as he kept licking his lips. Caressing over your vagina he went on to open up the tight jeans.
Enjoying his control he leaned up to your face with his again. His hot breath against your neck, Tom whispered into your ear with his soothing voice. “Breathing is getting harder, huh?” His whispering made you shiver, goosebumps arising all over your body.
In response you just sharply exhaled, pushing him down again. “Someone’s needy.” A smile was plastered on his face. “Tom. Please!” You were fully submissive by now. He was in control and you liked it that way.
Just as you thought he was about to go down on you, he reached one hand inside of your panties, applying steady pressure on your little button with the palm of his hand. His other hand reached up massaging one of your breasts.
“Do I really have to ask twice?” Whining you arched your back a little. Firmly he pinned your hips back to the bed. Tom pulled down your tight jeans, along with your panties, making you felt a little exposed. That was soon to be vanished as he caressed your inner thigh once again.
Awfully slowly the brunette started placing moist kisses up your thighs. You bit your lip while you tried to suppress the moans and groans.
His tongue was tracing along your entrance before he suddenly started to suck on your clit. Throwing your head back you pulled at his hair as you finally seemed to have found some relief. Wanting and needing more you moaned out his name as you were pushing his face gently into you.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Wh-who is it?” You shouted. Tom just continued, making it awfully hard for you to talk. As a moan escaped your mouth you quickly covered it with your hand.
“Harrison and Jacob. We’ve got pizzaaaa.” “Oh right, I-I-I…” Biting your finger as he was flicking his tongue all over your sensitive clit you needed to pause. “I’m changing into, jeez, into some comfy clothes right now. I’ll meet you in your room.” Stuttering and pausing was the result of Tom’s magical work. Though the boys didn’t seem to notice anything too strange. “Okay. Well, have you seen Tom somewhere?” Still occupied with pleasuring you his name being mentioned made him chuckle quietly.
It made you feel the vibrations, giving a little extra something. Panting you bit your lower lip, your head still thrown back as you grasp desperately onto the sheets beneath you.
“Nope.” Briefly you cut him off. “Well, okay then, see ya in a few.” As you heard the footsteps getting quieter you sigh partly relieved, partly because of Tom.
“Stupid idiot!” You told Tom, fading your insult out into a blissful moan.
“Not so stupid after all, am I?” Tom cheekily stated.
“you’ve been camping in a crappy tent next to my really comfortable caravan/motor home and it’s been raining cats and dogs for ages, do you want to come in and have a cup of tea to warm up?” (5000 words, rated M) AO3
Setting her Kindle down on her chest for the third time in ten
minutes, she covers her eyes with her palms and tries to shake away the thought
that keeps creeping past her well-constructed rules. Rules that don’t allow
welcoming strange men into her camper. Rules that don’t care about the flash
flood warning that keeps popping up on her phone and definitely don’t care that
his tent is at the bottom of a hill. Sure, he’s seemed relatively harmless the
few times they’ve crossed paths, twice at the showers and once down at the
lake. His smile had been friendly each time, mildly flirtatious and
devastatingly sexy, but not smarmy and he’d left her alone. A casual wave is as
much as she’d gotten, one that she’d returned without thinking. She’d seen him
sitting at his campfire the night before, seemingly transfixed to the flames as
if lost in thought, or memories maybe, but that had just been her spinning tales as she’d gazed upon his fire-lit profile. Even after the logs were little more
than ash, he’d stayed there, waiting until the last ember floated away on the
breeze before turning in for the night. She can admit to herself that there’s
something about him that intrigues her, his confidence in his solitude,
perhaps, something she knows a bit about herself.
So why is she lying here fighting an urge to save him? Who says
he even needs, or wants, to be saved?
Frustration has her shucking the covers from her legs so she can
stand and pace up and down the narrow walkway between her bunk and the
kitchenette. Each time she passes the small window she pauses for a longer
look, the rain pelting the window obscuring the view the faint glow of a
lantern illuminating his tent from the inside. Eventually, she just stops and
stares, waiting to see if she will see his shadow move past the light. When she
does, it’s like a flip gets switched and a decision she doesn’t remember making
is already made and she’s shoving her feet into her hiking boots and fumbling
her head through the hole of her $3.00 rain poncho.
Her jeans and face are soaked almost immediately after stepping
outside. Curses fly from her lips as her boots sink into unseen puddles of mud
and she nearly topples down the hill, her hand grabbing a nearby tree catching
her fall. By the time she’s reached the side of his tent she’s convinced this
was the dumbest idea she’s ever had. It’s only seeing the shadow of him
standing and moving to the entrance that stops her from turning around and
heading back up the hill.
A dark head of hair emerges from the zipper, one hand shielding
eyes she knows are the brightest of blue from the unrelenting rain
“Everything alright, love?”
Bristling slightly at the endearment, she aims her flashlight
pointedly at the puddle overflowing into the opening of his tent.
What a fucking idiot but such a sweetheart it hurts
You were a barista at this local coffee shop, minding your own business and doing your job when he came up the counter. You smiled at him and he just looked at you startled
“What would you like?” you asked. He looked around, flustered and nervous and his voice breaking
Johnny had such a striking appearance, tall height, cheery smile and amazing hair. You decided to put some extra effort into making his coffee. Given your year worth of experience, you were nervous for this one
Because the customer was so damn attractive
You handed him the plastic cup,on which you had put a little smiley face for god knows why
He handed you the money along with a little slip of paper
It had his number and name and “call me?” in a really smudgy handwriting
You smiled to yourself, forgetting that he was still standing there. He looked away, feeling self assured and confidence
But then it hit him, were you smiling cuz you were excited or cuz you were mocking him
The thought invaded his mind the whole day and night
Until you finally called him
You hastily entered your apartment and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of your coat and immediately dialled his number
And Johnny took his while picking it up, not recognising the number but secretly hoping it was you
He ran out of the practice room and said “hello” in an electrified tone
You both decided to meet up on a Saturday morning in a different coffee shop
He kept on laughing and making awful but laughable jokes. He was really such a giant dork you were falling in love
He shyly held your hand as he walked you to the bus stop and you reached up to kiss his cheek and he slightly blushed
WHAT A CUTIE
He was so happy that you didn’t turn him down cuz of his ridiculous humour
He called you that night as well
And in the morning
And now he always calls you before sleeping and you always wake up to his cute ass morning texts that make your day better
Stares at his phone a lot, expecting a call or text from you. And is always checking his phone in case you called and reads your previous messages, smiling and then sighing
He found himself already so attached to you
Does all kind of gentlemanly stuff like holding doors and pulling back chairs and reaching to clean your face if there’s something on there
And he holds you close and holds your hand really gently. And when its too cold, he puts your hand in his pocket and messages it with his thumb
Loves hugging you. It was awkward at first but still so warm and soft. He’s big and comfortable and he totally encloses you in his jacket and places a soft kiss on your forehead
plays with your hair a lot and ends up having it caught in something and that just results in some strands just break off your head
Wants everything to be perfect but sometimes things just HAVE to go wrong cuz its Johnny
Back hugs and he always smells so nice
Stealing his clothes and hoping he wouldn’t notice and he pretends not to and loves it so much
Is so in love with you that he has a hard time concealing it
Has the weird ass names for you
like “pumkin bunny” “baby pig” “silly monkey”
and there are names like
“ugly sock” “molten cucumber”
Laughs at you when you do something wrong and then you stare at him and he stop laughing and goes red cuz he’s holding his laugh so much
Making fun of your height 25/8
Like he’s just such a shit especially when you want to reach something and he picks you up like its nothing (lowkey showing off his strength) and you get so scared and he laughs his ass off then
Messy cooking/baking sessions which ends really badly
But the end result is always good and you both share the food so its all cool
Nags you to wash your hands so much
Hangout sessions with Ten
You three go out for food so much and honestly Ten is such a third wheel but sometimes you feel like the third wheel
And Johnny notices and holds you close the whole time and if there’s a joke you don’t get he makes sure you do
Ten and Johnny always have so many things to tell you, especially about their trainee days and dorm life and its always so much fun
Ten’s ur bro and your best friend and you love hanging out with him
Johnny’s named you both “THE FAM”
which is so cute
You always steal his hair products cuz his hair is always on point
and he also smells really good
shows off his talent at mimicking parrots and you’re just like wtf Johnny and he’s just like “dont act like u dont like it”
cool coffee shop dates
you both listen to music together and just chill
whether it be a lazy saturday afternoon or a crazy friday night
Johnny want to spend all his time with you
He has amazing music taste and always plays his music and loves to hear your music too
He’s genuinely interested in your likes and tastes
Like he’ll always be so enthusiastic to watch a movie u like or listen to your playlist or eat at a restaurant you like
And if he doesnt like it he’ll pretend to like it
plays the piano for you often and makes you sit with him so you learn too
you end up sitting on his lap while he plays
but he gets so shy and just starts giggling like a little girl
gets cute stuff for you like stuff toys and make up without you asking and you scold him how he shouldn’t spend money on him
and he gets annoyed like “I bought it for you! you should be grateful”
sulks the whole day
You rarely fight but when you do he always apologises and cracks one of his weird jokes
which makes you smile and eventually forgive him
late night conversations about life
star gazing and listening to his playlists
midnight snacks and cuddles
going to concerts together and dancing a lot
him staring at you a lot cuz you’re his little pumpkin
is the jealous type but handles it with wit and sass
like if a guy gets too close to you he just goes up and tells him off
but if you’re too close with someone, he starts sulking and gets all moody
and it takes a lot of kissing and hugging to get him out of his mood
In bed he’s really passionate and constantly asks you if you’re ok
“johnny you’re ruining it”
“oh sorry are u ok”
it doesnt matter to him who’s on the top or who’s in control, as long as he gets what he wants
late night existential crisis
“y/n if we’re 70% water does that mean that water is 30% human?”
“Johnny its fucking 3 am”
“y/n do u think penguins have feelings”
“JOHNNY IF U DONT SHUT UP I WILL KICK U OUT OF THE ROOM
Loads of cuddling and he’s ALWAYS the big spoon
his sexy english accent melts you away
like he knows you love and deliberately talks in english to have u like that and then smirks at you
Now that the fight is over, Miss Evers found it as her cue to come back with her cart. James heard her come in and turned his head saying, “Miss Evers, you are excused for the night. I thank you.” She granted his excuse and left the room to tend to other cleaning needs.
James locks lips with yours and uses his strength to pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist while he walks both your bodies to the table. Without a care in the world, he pushes whatever is on the table to the side to make enough room to sit you on it.
Rushingly, you remove his jacket, throwing it on the floor, then next you start unbuttoning his shirt. Once you’ve succeeded, James assisted by removing it. He went on to remove your blazer and your top, then started planting light kisses on your neck, making his way down to your breasts, cupping one with his hand. The pleasure from his touch causes you to breathe heavily, moaning softly as you do. “Oh, Mr. March."
Quickly, James removed your leggings & panties, then got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your thighs while he glides his tongue on your arousal. He takes his sweet time, switching back and from licking and sucking. James always knew how to pleasure you exactly how you wanted.
After awhile of pleasuring you with his tongue, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then stands up and unbuckles his belt. You use your hands to sit you up as you watch James. You can see how hard he is through his pants. Once his pants and boxers hit the floor, he slowly slides himself into you, making you lay back, arching your back in pleasure. After giving you a minute to adjust to his size, he pounds into you faster in faster. You can see James’ hair turn from well groomed to messy, which actually looks sexy on him.
Eventually, his thrusts started getting sloppier and sloppier. He slapped your outer thigh as he moaned. You couldn’t help but moan back loudly. James just loves it when you moan.
Moments later, he finally finishes, letting his load fill up inside of you. Then, he lays next to you on the table trying to catch his breath.
You turned your head to face him, smirking. "I’ll remember to misbehave next time, Mr. March."
"Oh, darling.” James responds in his sexy 1920’s accent.
*Sorry, I’m not that great at writing smut. But I tried! And I do apologize for how short it is. I haven’t been that inspired lately. But, I hope you guys enjoyed reading anyways. XOXO <3
Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3) Rating: M (eventually) Word Count: ~1700
This has been burning a hole on my desktop for a couple months now and I just really felt like if I didn’t start posting it would probably never get finished… I’m a couple chapters in with the writing but I think this is going to end up being like between 10 and 15 chapters, all roughly the same length if I can pull it. We’ll see how that goes. Anyway, this was gonna just be like a cheesy smut fic originally but I apparently like to overthink things and it became slightly cuter of an idea…
@stubble-sandwich THANKS FOR LETTING ME GUSH ABOUT THIS STUPID IDEA WITH YOU. Look at me, finally posting the fuckin pizza guy au… christ…
Special instructions:pls make smiley face with pepperoni, i could use something happy right now
She’d typically have left the box blank but Emma was currently full of self-pity and a little too drunk to really care how she appeared to the rest of the world.
Two years she’d spent with Walsh. Two years of warm embraces and whispered I love you’s and sweet kisses and integrating him into her close-knit group of friends despite some heavy resistance – especially from David; she reminded herself to give her brother a hug later for trying – and for what?
For him to just “reconnect” with his ex at what was supposed to be their engagement party?
“I’m so sorry, Em. I never meant to hurt you like this. It just… happened. I can’t help how I feel.”
She scoffed in disgust. What an asshole. A total prick.
She finished off her fifth – sixth? – bottle of beer and popped open another. Maybe after another few she’d forget the sight of him with his tongue down that other woman’s throat. Maybe she’d forget the shock and guilt on his face when she’d dropped her glass of champagne at seeing them together, stunned to see her betrothed blatantly cheating on her by the bathrooms while their party guests mulled about in the main room, completely clueless.
Could you do like pros and cons of dating each member? Ty!💜
How dating BTS would be like
+ = pros
- = cons
+ there would be a lot of coffee shop dates and going to the library once or twice a week
+ he would do everything to understand you and make you happy
+ he would help you study for your exams or tests at school when you don’t understand something (that means you have good grades)
+ watching movies late at night
+ he would always show his dimples whenever you’ll feel down because those dimples are like heaven lol
+ he always would put an arm around your shoulder or waist whenever you two would walk on the streets
+ you two would do weird dances together because of the fantastic dancing machines you are
+ he would be smiley and cuddly after a long tour or a long time of no seeing each other
+ would write songs about you
- I don’t think there would be cons in your relationship because he always is correct and Joonie never does something wrong however he’s very calm so during a fight you wouldn’t know if he’s mad or not so that will angers you more
+ breakfast in bed everyday
+ lots of cooking together especially during the weekend
+ he would take care of you like a mother because your health and happiness are really important
+ a lot of dad jokes
+ you would always lay your head on his shoulder whenever you two would be watching a movie in the evening
+ I think Jin is someone who likes to go to a sauna or maybe a swimming pool so there is a lot of fun!
+ he would always send you kisses while texting because he’s so cheesy >_<
+ a lot of cuddles
+ he would write a million songs just for you
+ he would learn you how to play the piano if you want
+ a lot of dates at home
+ he would always listen to you
+ lazy sunday mornings in each other embraces
+ he would love to kiss your nose here and there
+ he may have a cold expression but he surely has a soft heart so adopting a cat wouldn’t bother him
+ you’re always welcome in his studio
- he doesn’t know how to express his feelings well so it would be difficult to understand how he truly feels
- I think Yoongi has a bad temper (but I’m not sure)
- He’s really busy with his work so he wouldn’t always have time for you
+ he’s really active
+ he would always be the first one to suggest to go on a date
+ hugs you from behind when you’re cooking
+ he would make time for you even if he has a busy shedule just to make sure that you know how much he loves you
+ he is a ball of sunshine so it’s always positif between you two
+ He would learn you how to dance whenever you have time
+ “English timeu wif Hobi and Y/N”
+ A lot of park dates
+ he would text you everyday
- he sometimes has too much energy
+ kisses and hugs
+ he lets you play with his small hands
+ his parents loves you because of making their son the happiest man on Earth
+ dates everywhere
+ he only would do things you’re comfortable with
+ he always makes sure you eat and sleep enough
+ he’s a shy mochi
+ he likes to brush your hair
+ he would like it when you come to the dance practice to see him
+ he would buy you as many cupcakes as you want
+ he would film himself during practice or on his tour and send the videos to you
+ your happiness is also his happiness
+ he sleeps over whenever you’re scared
+ he would take you to Busan and show you his favorite places
- Jimin has sometimes complexes so you have to make sure he’s comfortable in his skin
- He’s really busy, just like the other boys
+ kisses your whole face 24/7
+ hugs you and never wants to let you go
+ he likes to go to the cinema with you
+ a lot of nicknames
+ having you in his embrace is enough to make him smile widely
+ he sometimes would show up at your door with a flower in his hand “a beautiful flower for a beautiful girl”
+ he randomly would sing songs and make you dance with him
+ he would like to adopt a puppy with you and call it his and your child
I don’t think there are negative things in your relationship except his busy shedule
+ playing games everyday
+ eating pizza everyday (because both of of you are too lazy)
+ hugs you everyday
+ he loves to pick you up and spin you around
+ sending derp selfies to each other
+ he would sing you a lullaby before going to sleep
+ stare contests between you two
+ he’s protective but not too much
+ you find his Busan accent sexy so always talks to you in that accent
+ you’re the only one (besides bts) who can see his abs *wiggles eyebrows*
- he’s really shy at first so you have to make sure he’s comfortable around you
- he always forgets to text you back
I’m sorry for the long wait and thanks for the request!<3
About jealous!Rick, picture this ... Rick and Michonne dining with some members of the Kingdom. Random Kingdom guy takes an interest in Michonne and says to Rick "I take it this one's yours?" whilst licking his lips at our Queen (creep!). Rick looks the guy up and down and drawls out "Yeah.." in that sexy ass southern accent, while placing his Colt Python on the table and tapping the barrel - starring the guy down as he says "The gun's mine too."