sorry hope this what you wanted anon

A Plate of Eggs

Request: “Hello! If your requests are open, I’ve got one for you :) a newt x reader, and the reader is and has been struggling with depression and worries it will scare newt away but he reassures her that it won’t.”

Word Count: 1,602

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

Warning: Deals with Depressive Thoughts


Mornings are the worst. The sun rises, birds sing, crickets chirp, people get up and go about their day, the world spins the way it’s supposed to.

And you lie in bed staring at the wall, wishing you were anyone else.

The bedroom door creaks open to reveal Newt, a tray in his hand, that blessed boy already aware of your mood. “Hey, love. I brought you some breakfast.”

The soft sound of a radio crackling in the other room slowly weaves its way to you along with the smell of eggs and a slice of fresh cut blueberry bread.

You shove the comforter away from your face and rub your eyes, taking in a deep breath to convince yourself to smile. The corners of your lips may as well be lead, though, and you know even as you force a grin to your face that Newt can see through it.

He says nothing, just sets the tray on the nightstand.

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BTS Reaction to: Your Migraine Attacks

Migraine Anon~ So sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy this~ —Admin M


Hobi:

Originally posted by syubto

He would want to take all your pain away. The moment he walks in and sees you laying in bed in the dark he knows what to do. Hobi takes your empty glass and refills it with water for when you wake up. He also leaves another tablet on the night table for you to take. When you finally feel better, he would tease you and say “Next time that comes, I’m gonna grab it straight from your head!”

Jimin:

Originally posted by bangtan

He knows there’s not much that either of you could do to make it go away. Waiting was the best you could do. So to pass the time, Jimin would do what he could to distract you from the pain. He would just do his best to make you smile. Little gestures and goofy faces that wouldn’t be loud and make the migraine worse. When it passes you’d give him a little heart to let him know you love him, he’d give two back.

Jin:

Originally posted by coffeewithbts

He would just lay there with you. Rubbing circles on your back while you slept the pain away. In his head he’d be planning ways to make your day better when you woke up. Maybe he’d cook you your favorite meal. Maybe he’d order your favorite take out. Either way, Jin would do something sweet to show he wants to take care of you.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by sugutie

He would know the moment you stopped answering your phone in the middle of the day that a migraine had come and you were probably trying to sleep it off. Jungkook would rush off to find you at home and be ready to be there at your side when you woke up. Except he found you crying in the bathtub in the dark because you ran out of your medicine. Jungkook would walk all the way to the pharmacy to get you your medicine and some few extra gifts.

Namjoon:

Originally posted by yoonseok

When he sees you shakily get off the treadmill, he would know instantly that a migraine attack had started. Namjoon would rush you to your side and guide you out of the gym. He didn’t care that you were sweaty from your run or that you were getting snot all over him. He’d care that you were in pain and needed help. When you get to the car, he’d give you his sunglasses and have you lay in the back seat where it’s darker. He’d drive slow incase you were nauseous. When you get home, he’d help you shower and get you to bed.

  Taehyung:

Originally posted by donewithjeon

He saw you suddenly get up from the table at the dinner party you were attending. He’d rush to find you out in the hallway trying to hold back tears and rub your temples. Taehyung would go back to the dinner party, make your excuses and gather your coat and purse. When you got outside, you puked in the bushes from the nausea. He held your hair back and wiped any bile off your face. “Don’t worry “Y/N, I’ll take care of you.”

Yoongi:

Originally posted by kyoto-bay

He would come home on your anniversary ready to surprise you by being extra romantic. But instead he found you crying in pain on the couch. Dropping all the gifts he had brought in, Yoongi would pick you up off the couch and bring you into the bedroom. After tucking you in, he’d place a towel over the opening in the curtain so your room was completely dark. Then he’d get into bed and massage your head so you could fall asleep more easily.

Imagine...Brett Putting On A Show While Fucking You On The Bleachers

Characters: Y/n, Brett, Liam

Pairing: Brett x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Smut, smut, voyeurism, Liam watching, unprotected sex

Word count: 889

Summary: Watching Brett train always gets you going. But when he finally gives you what you want, someone else gets their pleasure from watching you.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon- Liam Dunbar x bottom male reader x brett smutty smut. Filthy smutttttt. Please? Ok, so didn’t write a threesome, cos Liam grosses me out and I just couldn’t bring myself to write it. But he’s sorta involved. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @greyravenvixen @helvonasche @chelsea072498 @the-latina-trickster @aingealcethlenn @lucifer-in-leather @p–trick @crackedclown @kumaartz @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @mogaruke @totalwhovian

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“Brett! I’m bored”.

He sighed, turning around, panting and sweating as he smirked at you.

“I’m practising, y/n”.

You pouted at him, whining audibly.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Really? You’re that desperate?”

You nodded like a child, knowing Brett was going to cave in.

And he did, dropping the lacrosse stick and walking over to where you were sat on the bleachers.

He stood in front of you, kneeling on the row below, hands trapping you as he leaned forward, making you move back until you hit the bench behind you.

“Open up then”, he whispered, his voice filled with lust.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, Happy Birthday!! 🎂 I hope you're having a good one! You and your writing are always so amazing 💕 I was wondering if you could do something tododeku? Like, midoriya does something needlessly reckless/dangerous that maybe nearly kills him and it scares todoroki really badly?

this is basically a canon possibility so like NICE also thank u SO MUCH anon for requesting a tododeku i’m ;A; 

Todoroki isn’t proud of it, but he’s not above using his status as Endeavor’s son to get what he wants when it’s important, and what he wants is to be allowed to see Midoriya, so he flashes his coldest eyes at the nurse in charge until she relents.

Midoriya is a slash of color in the white bed, warm skin and bright, big green eyes, because of course he’s already awake. 

“Todoroki,” Midoriya murmurs, blinking at him. He’s awake but still looks dazed. Todoroki glances around the room, making sure no one else is there, before he moves to Midoriya’s side. “You’re okay,” Midoriya says, smiling sleepily. 

“Yes,” Todoroki says softly. His body can’t seem to decide what it wants to do – part of him is seething, furious, desperate to burn each and every one of Midoriya’s enemies to cinders and ash; it’s taking everything he has in him to keep from letting it show on his face. The rest of of him is ice cold, muted in horror as the memory of the noise Midoriya had made when he was struck echoes through his mind over and over. “Midoriya,” he says, and has to stop and clear his throat before he can keep speaking because he almost chokes on his words. “You shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Had to,” Midoriya says, yawning. There’s a curl resting right on his forehead, and he tries to blow it out of the way with a puff of air, but it settles back where it was. His hands are still bandaged, so Todoroki reaches out and smooths the curl into place, unable to resist stroking his hand over his hair once more. “You were in danger,” Midoriya continues, smiling up at him.

“I’m the only person responsible for me,” Todoroki says quietly, fists clenching. It’s something he’s grown up knowing, and believing, for as long as he can remember. But that’s not really it – he knows he would be upset and worried if anyone protected him this way, but the problem is that it’s Midoriya. His feelings about Midoriya are – more. That’s always the problem, if he’s honest with himself. Midoriya invades his thoughts day and night, and he finds himself minding that less and less. “You’re – you’re too important, Midoriya.” 

“So ‘re you,” Midoriya says, brow furrowing. “Todoroki, you’re the most important.” 

Todoroki goes very still in his skin, staring down at Midoriya, who stares up at him with fiercely bright eyes. After a moment, heart thudding in his chest, Todoroki says, “So are you.” 

Midoriya beams up at him, shifting slightly as he settles back into his pillow more comfortably. “So you understand,” he says, yawning again. Todoroki stifles a yawn of his own, remembering all of a sudden that it’s three in the morning and he hasn’t even stopped back at home to change out of his hero clothes. The smell of smoke and water clings to him. He knows he won’t leave any time soon though. 

As if he senses Todoroki’s thoughts, Midoriya blinks up at him. “Are you staying?” he asks, tilting his head a little. The curl falls over his forehead again, and this time Todoroki doesn’t hesitate before he pushes it back into place. 

“Yes,” Todoroki says, settling into the chair by the bed, leaning as close as he dares. The warmth Midoriya gives off soothes him, as does the smile Midoriya wears as he falls back into a peaceful sleep. Todoroki finds the courage to lay his fingertips over Midoriya’s bandaged palm, and lets himself drift into a half-sleep where he wasn’t too slow, where Midoriya was laughing with him over their victory that night, where he was holding Midoriya’s hand while they were both awake. 

anonymous asked:

This is the anon that asked for resources on DID/OSDD, I'm not at all trying to pressure y'all or force any labor I'm just a little anxious that maybe y'all forgot? It's 100% fine if you don't want to do it anymore or need more time I just wanted to check so I know what's going on. I hope your day is going really good!

YEAH leo forgot about this sorry anon! 

so regarding resources, be critical of everything you read on this site. some sites we personally trust are did-research, sidran, and traumadissociation! these sites source everything and provide excellent information. i recommend you start here when researching did / osdd 

for more specific questions there are a few blogs that we trust here. real-did, this-is-not-dissociation, whynot-dissociativedegu, and dissociationdays! you can also ask us, but we don’t claim to be as knowledgeable as these blogs. we’ve gotten advice from all of these blogs at some point and they’re very helpful!

good luck anon!

anonymous asked:

Lance with rescued prisoners. Bonus points if they're Galra.

Ohhh~

I wasn’t really sure what to do but I hope you like it!! 

Also a small hint of Langst cause I had too 

Lance checked his map and turned down another corner. He was running as fast as he could and he could still hear the fighting that was happening outside the ship. Lance silently prayed that no Galra would notice that he was out of his lion and come find him. 

“Lance how are you doing?” Shiro called over the coms and Lance could hear bullets hitting the Black Lion. 

“Almost there, roughly 300 meters.” Lance ran around another corner keeping his gun aimed at anything that could pop out at him. 

“Okay try to be fast, we may need to form Voltron soon.” Shiro started saying something to Keith and Lance tuned him out. 

Almost there, come on. Lance willed his legs to push through the burn that consumed them and finally reached what he was looking for. Prisoners. 

Lance immediately shot the lock off the door and scared everyone in the cell. 

Lance swung the door opened and looked around at all of the occupants of the cell. Some of them looked scared of him while others put on a strong mask. 

Lance immediately recognised some of the species that were in the cell. There were three Balmeras, two Arusians and four Galrans? Lance’s first thought is that they were undercover spies that were meant to keep the prisoners in order and keep them from rebelling or something like that, but there was no way they were still serving the emperor. They all looked skinny and weak, one of them had a scratched up face and another only had one arm. 

Lance shook his head, remember what mama said, staring is not socially acceptable. Lance cleared his throat and held his head higher. “My name is Lance, I’m the Blue paladin of Voltron. I was sent here to rescue all of you.” 

The aliens all smiled, some even cheered and they all stood up and surrounded him. Lance smiled at all of them and started to direct them out of the cell, he turned when he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

Lance attempted to not screamed when he came face to face with one of the Galra that were in the cell. “Yes?” Lance cursed at how weak his voice sounded.

The Galra that tapped his shoulder looked scared and she quietly spoke “are you saving us as well?” She motioned to the other three Galra.  

Lance looked at the other three who didn’t even bother to stand up, most likely assuming that Lance didn’t want to save them and he looked back at the girl. “Didn’t I say all of you?” 

The Galran smiled and Lance directed them out of the cell. 

-

Lance followed the escape pod in Blue and ran out as soon as it landed in Blue’s hanger. I want to talk to all of them before anyone sees them. Lance opened the pod door and escorted everyone out, stopping the Galrans. He heard everyone else enter the hanger and Lance pushed them farther into the pod. One of them opened their mouth in protest but Lance shushed them 

“Listen,” Lance’s voice was barely above a whisper, “I don’t know how everyone will react to having Galras in our castle. Let me talk to them first, I don’t want them to hurt you.” 

The Galrans nodded and Lance walked out of the pod. He saw his team along with Allura and Coran helping the newly freed aliens out of the room. Lance inhaled until his lungs ached and walked over to Allura, quickly tapping her shoulder. 

She turned and faced Lance and smiled, “you did well.” 

“Thank you Princess, but there is something you need to see before you leave.” Lance started to make his way back to the pod and Allura hesitantly followed him.  

When Allura reached his Lance stopped her from entering, “can you just promise me that you won’t freak out?” 

Allura gave Lance a sceptical look. “Lance what are you talking about?” 

“Look, I save more prisoners but they aren’t our normal prisoners.” Lance looked back into the pod, seeing what Allura couldn’t see. 

“Lance, just show me what you’re talking about.” Allura pushed passed him and gasped when she saw the Galrans. 

Allura attempted to run out of the pod but Lance stopped her and begged her to listen. “Lance! Are you insane? You brought the Galra right to us? They could be spies or assassins. You put the entire team at risk, I told you to just rescue prisoners not save the wounded!” 

Lance shook his head and held Allura’s arms down in fear that she would hurt him or someone else. “They were prisoners, like I said. Believe me I was sceptical at first but look at them.” Allura turned and looked at them. “See how malnourished that are? See how that one only has one arm? I don’t think they are still serving the emperor. That’s why I brought them here. I was completing my mission.” 

Allura nodded at what Lance said and slowly made her way over the them. She paused in front of them and examined them. After a few moments she reached out her hand and introduced herself and Lance sighed with relief. That could have ended badly. 

I had no idea what to do tbh 

I hope you like it!!!

Sorry it took so long!!!

Thank you! 

ilovechickensofttacos  asked:

continue. it. I need to know what he says??? pls??? Sorry if i came off as aggressive

(don’t worry love it didn’t come off as aggressive lmao! i’m excited you want to see where that post goes!)

@ all of u anons (and all the lovely people that sent replies to the original post lmao), i hope you like part 2 ;)

read part 1 first!!

YYIIKEEESSS 

(part 1 here!!!)

(uh oh i could probs make a part 3 to this tbh i have zero self control but likeee… don’t worry i’ll only do it if people are interested lmao i really hope all of these “to be continued” and “part 2” posts aren’t super annoying i’m so sorry)

(PART 3 IS HERE!!)
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Based off @goldentruth813‘s post, have a bit of drarry love  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

anonymous asked:

vel im so sorry to be asking this but i just dont know what to do you are so good at drawing and youre only 17 and im 16 and yet i feel stuck drawing the same shittty sketch over and over and i just want to know how you got so good at drawing people environments clothing anatomy e ver y th in g again im so sorry to ask this and i really dont mean any harm but its frustrating to see someone who is basically your age draw so much better

Hmmm, well you’re only 16, you know? I know people say this a lot- but you’re still very young, and it’s never too late to improve! People can still do amazing things as they get older. I also say this over and over- even if others seem to have “natural talent” practice as much as you can and you can put yourselves at their level, too. If you feel like your sketches are shitty, that means you are seeing the problems in your art and you are beginning to improve!

The way I got good at drawing environments and anatomy was observing things closely in real life, artbooks, and my favorite artists. This is VERY important. You can even try emulating other artstyles and reference as practice. One thing I would constantly do it color pick or eyedrop pictures I take to figure out how colors work with the atmosphere around them in different setting. REFERENCING IS KEY to success. It’s very easy to get frustrated, but please remember that age is not the determinant factor in success, and you can definitely get to where you want to be if you push yourself REASONABLY. The artist world is very competitive among people our age online (and I also know this from being in an art school) but let it be ONLY a factor in making you try harder. Best of luck to you, and any of you guys are free to message me for tips that I use to help myself improve! 

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm sorry if this sounds rude but you mentioned your friends are giving up fic writing? And that you came close to.I notice writers get much fewer rebblogs than artists but I didn't know it's that bad. Who are you talking about and do you guys talk about this, like is there a chatroom for writers?

Hi anon! This isn’t rude at all, don’t worry! This is going to be a bit of a long answer, so bear with me :’)

I don’t know if I can mention names here, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so I can’t really give you more details than I already have: I am friends with this person and they probably won’t be writing fanfics anymore.
I can tell you though that I’ve also spent most of the last couple of weeks wondering if there was still a point in posting my writing at all.

The thing is, writers barely get any feedback. Especially ones that aren’t insanely popular. We pour so much of ourselves into our writing, so it’s incredibly discouraging to barely get any comments, kudos, likes or reblogs.

In my personal experience, tumblr is an awful place for writers. I’ve got a decent-sized following on ao3 I think (though I don’t have much to compare to) and even there, with more than 100 people subscribed to me, I only tend to get around… 5 or 6 comments max per fic that are actually reviews (as in, comments with more content than “please update soon” or “this was nice”) - which is already more than I know many of my writer friends get.
On tumblr, I’m lucky if two or three people reblog my work, and that’s exactly the problem: Who’s going to see it if no one reblogs it? Likes are fine and of course I appreciate those, too, but in the bigger picture they’re meaningless.
Once a fic is done, it’s done. It’s out there then, and I can’t keep reblogging my own posts again and again in the hopes that someone will pay attention to them. I get one shot, maybe two if I reblog my fic again for people in other timezones, but that’s pretty much it. I’m not surprised that it’s gotten so frustrating that it makes people want to quit.

…as for your other question - I don’t know if there’s any larger chatroom or space for writers. I know some people have group chats, but it’s mostly a private thing, as far as I know? I’m really not a big name in this fandom so there might be a lot of stuff going on that I don’t know about.

As for me - I just message people a lot, with the tumblr feature, or on skype or snapchat if I know them better. I’m open to any and all conversations (most of mine with other writers started by me yelling at them about how much I love their work ^^), so if you want to talk to me please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message. That’s what they’re for, after all? My ask’s always open, and I don’t mind private messages either.

In any case - there’s quite a few people in my immediate vicinity that I’ve talked to and I consider friends - many of them are writers, some are artists, some do both, some do neither. I talk about this problem (of wanting to write, but barely receiving any feedback, of feeling like we’re wasting our time) to pretty much anyone who will listen, but it’s frustrating because I don’t have the influence to change anything. Of course I’ll try to keep my fellow writers motivated and try to change their minds about giving up, but there’s only so much I can do, and in the end it’s their decision. Most writers I’ve talked to really enjoy writing fanfics, and it takes quite a bit of disappointment to get you to the point where you want to just… stop. So… yes, it’s a big problem.

I’m going to wrap this up now, but… again, I cannot emphasize enough how important comments are to writers. I’ve talked to some people who’ve said they’re not sure if their comments will even make a difference, because they feel they haven’t got anything interesting to say - picture it this way. As a writer, I’m standing on a stage and presenting a thing, and in response, about twenty people give me polite nods (kudos, likes) and four actually start clapping. But there’s like two hundred people (hits) standing in this room, and I kind of feel stupid now.
All comments matter. At this point, they might save you your writers. Because with less and less feedback, there’s less and less incentive to actually post things.

I can’t say much for other fandoms because it’s been a while since I’ve written substantially for anything but Haikyuu, which is still a relatively active fandom? But I get the feeling that’s starting to wear off, too.

Enthusiasm shifts, and I get that. But if you still enjoy an author’s work, please, please, by all means leave them a comment. Otherwise it might be the last work you read from them.

Seventeen Reaction: Their s/o having a puppy like personality

||| Anon asked: Could I request seventeen with a puppy like s/o or crush? I mean in ways like, she’s always excited to see them and clings to them a lot, she always wants their attention and whines if they don’t pay her attention and she always thinks about them, gets confused easily and lost. |||


S.Coups/Choi Seungcheol

Originally posted by letmebangteen

You came to see him at work because you missed him.

“Aww Jagi, you should have called me. You know I would come rushing to you.”


Yoon Jeonghan

Originally posted by hanwooz

 Whenever you clung to him, he would just pull you in closer to enjoy your presence.

“You should know that I’m not letting go anytime soon.”


Joshua/Hong Jisoo

Originally posted by amemericans

You were trying to show him a trick you learned and climbed on the highest place possible.

“Watch me.”

“Jagi no. Get down from there before you get hurt.”


Jun/Wen Junhui

Originally posted by wonnhao

He never had any idea what you were planning to do, especially when you see him.

“I can’t take my eyes off her/him for a second or (s)he will get in trouble again.”


Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung

Originally posted by lerxpoe

Whenever you welcomed him back, he would get as excited as you too see you after a long day.

“Jagi, it’s no use. I can’t spend the day without you.”


Jeon Wonwoo

Originally posted by jeon-wwoo

Sometimes you had just too much energy for him to keep up.

“Jagi, could you stop moving in closer and just go to sleep?”


Kim Mingyu

Originally posted by jihanmeanietrash

You wanted to kiss him so he would focus on you more but couldn’t reach him.

“Mingyu, you’re too tall!” you pouted.

“And you look so adorable all the way from up here.” he teased.

 

Woozi/Lee Jihoon

Originally posted by wonuflake

He was trying to explain to you how to get to a certain location for the 10th time but you still had no idea what he was talking about.

“You know what. I give up. You look too cute all confused like that.”


DK/Lee Seokmin

Originally posted by pabospoiler

Would join you in doing adorable little things together to make you happy, like trying couple outfits.

“I must say, your taste in clothes is as good as in men.”


The8/Xu Minghao

Originally posted by minghaon

Wouldn’t give you attention on purpose, just so he could see how cute you looked while being angry.

“I’m sorry Jagi, if you don’t speak up I won’t be able to do anything for you.”


Boo Seungkwan

Originally posted by fabulous-girl-here

You two were talking a walk, you holding on to him tightly when he turned around and noticed that you were missing.

“That girl/boy gets distracted too easily… (S)he was here just a second ago, how does (s)he even do that?”


Hansol Vernon

Originally posted by sneezes

You got on top of his table to distract him from work.

“I’m sorry Jagi but what are you doing? If you want me to look at you, you should just say so.”


Dino/Lee Chan

Originally posted by performanceunit

Would be as affectionate as you are and would really enjoy those occasional hugs.

“I could stay this way with you all day.”


A/N: I don’t know if this is exactly what the anon had in mind but I hope you enjoyed either way!~ 😄

Let Me Practice On You C.H

Originally posted by xthisistala

warning: smut

word count: 1000+

summary: Calum has never eaten out a girl before so he asks his best friend y/n if he can practice on her

requested?: yes, hope you like it anon! 

it’s official, I suck as a human being. I haven’t uploaded anything for a kazillion years and I’m very sorry but my inspiration and motivation has been lost momentarily. Luckily Hannah is amazing and wrote this very good Calum smut so hopefully this’ll satisfy your smut needs for now. 

find Hannah here: @lukeasfuck

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“Hey, Y/N, how does a guy eat a girl out?” Calum asked me, making me drop my jaw. “What?” I questioned back with my eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “This girl I’m texting told me she wanted me to do that to her, but I don’t really know how it works.” My eyes widened at his confession. Even though Calum and I are friends, we don’t really talk about sex or anything of the sorts. 

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nervous :: zach dempsey

word count:1274

request: ‘Hey! Could you pretty please write an imagine for Zach Dempsey where he’s hopelessly in love with the reader and it’s just super fluffy because he’ll do and say dorky things to see her smile, his friends will tease him when she walks by, she’ll catch him staring at her in lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool but fails and it’s just super adorable, then she kisses him for whatever reason (u pick) You’d write this amazingly! Please and thank you so much’

warnings: none really, just a bit of a nervous!zachary

a/n: let me know what you think of this and if u want a request (idk how long it’ll take me to write bc i just write when i get inspiration sorry lolol) then hit up my asks ! thanks to the anon who requested this i loved the concept, sorry it took me a bazillion years to write but it’s here now !! 


“You just make me kinda nervous.” His eyes shifted away from yours and briefly to the floor, hoping it would swallow him whole.

Your lips stretched into a smile, his confession had made his nervousness pretty obvious. His cheeks flushed red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes yet but you loved this look.

Zach never got nervous about anything other than his Bio exams so this was new ground you were covering.

You grew conscious of your smile and tried to repress it so he wouldn’t think you found this funny. It was the opposite really, you were happy he’d come out and said it because you’d been on to him for months. This was a step in the right direction.

“And?” You finally responded to his confession. The abruptness of your tone caused him to avert his eyes to you again, full of curiosity and slight fear.

“And?” He caught on to your teasing once he saw you crack a smile and released his own smile onto his lips. He grinned, glancing down at his feet as he repositioned his backpack straps to relieve himself of some of its weight.

He shook his head, lifting his eyes back to yours again. He was back and forth between you and the floor and he wished he could stop but it was impulsive. You did really make him nervous.

Once he’d briefly composed himself he spoke up again much to your surprise. “I really like you. Come to Jess’ party tonight. With me.”

Your head titled slightly, mulling over the thought of attending a party you didn’t plan on going to purely because it was exam season. But this was Zach, your best friend, and he was asking you out.

“Hm. Okay.” You grinned whilst he spoke about the more informative details of your date. You just nodded along with what he was saying, only half listening as you were still dazing about how he’d actually come out and said these things to you.

But eventually the two of you parted ways, agreeing on a time and place later tonight to attend Jessica’s party together.

::

You’d arrived at the party a little later than anticipated because of you struggled to pick an outfit. Half because you don’t attend these kind of party’s often, half because this was your first date with Zach. Either way, it took you a while but he was patient and you got here eventually.

Zach’s hand was sitting on your waist as he sipped out of a cup (soft drinks of course as he was driving) and you sipped on a warm beer. His eyes were scanning the room but eventually they locked back on you, already looking at him.

You felt a bit awkward because, as mentioned, you didn’t attend these parties often and for good reason - they were full of drunken teenagers playing stupid games and creating drama out of nothing. But you had pleasant conversations with Zach, ones you hadn’t had before as friends. And it was comfortable and it was kind and you were enjoying yourself with him.

For example, you had caught him earlier on in the day watching you at lunch so naturally you confronted him about it just now. He stuttered a little but laughed inevitably, explaining how he hadn’t meant to come across so creepily. He thought you looked pretty or something like that, which made you smile wider than before.

“Zach! Buddy!” Your eyes shifted to the semi-drunken Justin that was rocketing over to the two of you, spilling his beer in the process. He wore a smile that only appeared when he was drinking or with Jess. “I didn’t know you were tapping that?”

You raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly at his use of language. “He’s not.”

Zach mouth hung open slightly, unsure what to do because he’d never had you and his friends hang out together before. It was two completely different parts of his life.

He furrowed his eyebrows softly, turning back to Justin to give him a big ol’ disapproving glare. “Uh, we’re dating. I guess?”

He glanced back at you, who stood clipping your cup between your teeth to hide your smile, for assurance. You shrugged wth your smile, teasing again. “Sure baby.”

Justin raised his eyebrows, surprised his best friend was committing to something for once. He laughed, slapping Zach’s shoulder. “Alright, buddy. Make sure you hit that, I know a few who’ll take your place if you don’t.”

He left on kind of a sour note that made you purse your lips, wondering how Zach could be friends with someone who spoke so disgustingly.

“I’m sorry? He’s drunk, he’s not as bad as he sounds.” He quickly apologised. Worry struck his expression, thinking his friends could expose a side of him that was completely made up for his reputation purely. He was a nice guy, but most of his friends were jerks and he couldn’t be a nice guy around them all the time or they’d tease him.

He made them out to be worse than they were, some of them were good guys too, like Alex for example. Either way you weren’t pleased but you let it go for now.

You shrugged it off, sipping again at the beer sitting in your cup. Zach scratched the back of his neck, trying to find a way to move past this without it being too obvious that he was uncomfortable.

“So dating?” He quickly regretted his choice of topic but it was still on his mind since you’d used the pet name for him.

He watched your smile reappear slowly, reverting your attention to him before releasing an embarrassed spout of laughter.

“Sure baby.” He felt his hands grow clammy the more often you used this newfound pet name, wiping away his nerves on his jeans as nonchalantly as he could manage.

His cheeks were tinting pink, causing you to laugh because he was acting so uncharacteristically unsure of himself, which was bizarre because you guys had been friends for ages.

“Stop being so shy, weirdo.” You nudged your shoulder against him to loosen the mood a little. He was grinning again, glancing down at you in way that made you think he might kiss you. But he didn’t, he shifted his eyes back to the floor leaving you hanging. “Zach.” You muttered to him.

He mumbled a short yeah? and reverted his attention to you again. Your faces were closer than it was comfortable to stay still in.

“I’m going to kiss you because I want to. And because you’re too much of a dumbass to do it yourself.” You smiled when his eyes filled with delight and fear, flickering to yours lips before nodding eagerly. “Okay.”

You quickly ran your fingers into his hair, pulling him down slightly to reach your height and kissing him. He gasped, even from the preparation of your speech he was still unprepared for this. His hands reached your waist, grasping tightly and with his guidance he backed you against the wall.

He kissed back with more force than you were expecting, surprising you as he pushed himself closer to you. You let him take control, more because you were too distracted by this kiss than to know what to do with the rest of your body. So he gripped one hand on your waist and the other lay against your cheek to keep you in place.

You retracted for a split second to catch a breath. “Zach- Zach,” Your eyes barely opened, your breathing uneven as he looked at you with caution and swollen lips. You smiled. “I really like you too.” He delved back into the kiss that he’d been waiting for for ages with a bigger smile than he’d been wearing earlier. This was his every fantasy come to life and he was going to make the most of it.

Bts reacting to finding you masturbating in lingerie in their room! (while you guys aren’t dating)

Namjoon

*comes stomping in when he sees you* “you could’ve just asked me if you wanted to do this here” “No reason to be so shocked this is my room baby. Should I finish what you started?”

Originally posted by sugaswagdaddy

Jin

“Looks like someone’s caught red handed… should I put you in handcuffs or should I just restrain you with my own hands?” *he did a little eyebrow wiggle at his question* 

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

Hoseok

*screams in surprise* “Oh it’s just you. You scared me. Do you need help? I mean I’m already here so might as well right?“ 

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Yoongi

"Well mamacita… this wasn’t the sight I was expecting but it’ll do for entertainment right now.” *walks towards you* “Mind if I join?" 

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Taehyung

*stands there in shock* "uhh-I-uhhh” *his whole face was red* *is actually frozen solid* (look at what you’ve done to him) 

Originally posted by bwibelle

Jimin

“Well looky what we have here,” *smirks* “you know this is my room? Or did you want me to find you? Either way I’m here, what can I help you with?" 

Originally posted by kpop-undertaker

Jungkook 

*walks in* *sees what you’re doing* *runs out slamming the door in the process*"IM SORRY I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING UHM OKAY ILL UHM MEET YOU LATER OR SOMETHING”*leaves the entire household*

Originally posted by hoshikio

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Isak gets shy every time Even calls him babyboy

Hi anon! This has been in my inbox forever and a day. I’m sorry about that- but i hope you don’t mind that I’m stepping into it now? :P

And I’m hoping this comes close to what you wanted?

————————–

It starts out, as most things do, simply.

“Baby, will you pass me the straw?” Even’s voice is unassuming, almost distracted as he picks at his fries- attention half on Mahdi as he’s telling some crazy story about his weekend at the lunch table.

And Isak just… freezes. And flushes. 

And it’s weird- because it’s not even the first time Even has called him baby. When they’re home together, Even uses the pet name more than his actual one. So it’s not like it’s unusual. 

And yet.

Clearly Even can Isak stiffening up beside him, legs pressed together as close as they were, but he just furrows his eyebrows, “Isak? Soda? You said we could share.”

“Right,” Isak responds quickly, face almost completely red and shoves the soda to him. “Here.”

Isak risks a glance upwards from the table he had been studiously studying since the minor slip up.

And fucking Magnus is grinning. 

“Fuck you,” Isak groans, almost as an instinct to anything that Magnus says.

“I didn’t say anything!” But he’s still grinning, dopey and wide and Isak knows that this means his seconds of humiliation are far from over. “But if I did say anything, baby, it would be how cute you two are.”

“No.” Isak points at Magnus’s stupid fucking face, “Nope. That is not happening.”

“What isn’t, baby?”

“I’ll kill you.” 

And then Even’s jumping in, eyebrow cocked and the grin playing on the corners of his mouth, “Sorry, did we miss anything?”

The bastard didn’t miss a damn thing.

Isak shrugs, trying to play it off, “Not at all. I think Magnus was choking.”

Magnus puts his hands up in defeat, but switches topics easily enough.

——–

Eskild and Noora are home.

Which Isak is panicking about because Eskild and Noora specifically said they were not going to be home today. And Linn is visiting with her parents, so Isak and Even were supposed to be alone.

“Hey there, Isak.” Eskild greets, throwing down his keys on the kitchen table.

“Hi,” Isak says, (and fuck is his eye twitching?), “You’re home? I thought you and Noora were going to a gallery or a club or something and you weren’t going to home?”

Noora gives him a weird look, opening the fridge and pulling out a container of strawberries, “It was cancelled because of the rain. What’s your problem? And where is your shirt?”

(Where is his shirt? Noora is fucking lucky that’s the only thing missing-)

Before Isak can respond; before he can even think of a way to quickly usher them back the fuck outside-

“Baby, where’d you go? I thought I owed you a blow-”

Even stops at the foot of the kitchen and thank fucking God he had decided to at least put on underwear when only minutes before he had had none.

The four of them stare at each other in silence.

And Isak. Wants. To. Die.

“Baby?” Eskild finally says, stupidly, before turning to Isak, “That’s so sweet.”

Eskild’s gaze travels back to Even and sweeps down-

Fuck no. 

“Eskild,” Isak says loudly, “sorry you guys, I was promised a day alone and a day alone with Even I will have. Out out out!”

Noora snorts into loudly her palm and turns around, little sounds of mirth escaping. But Eskild is the worst, not moving until Isak has to physically shove him back to the front door. When they are both half out the door, Eskild throws a hand out and in his loudest, most obnoxious voice, “Have fun! Be safe. You two are the fruits of my loins. Love you!”

And that’s just-

Isak fucking slams the door behind them and melts.