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Aisles  [M]

Aisle One

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 7,458

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two

“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were  too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.

“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.


Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.


“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.


He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”


“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.


“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.


“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.

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This morning I was thinking about the LGBT+ community I know vs the LGBT+ community now, and something dawned on me. The LGBT+ community doesn’t respect its predecessors. Gay culture has changed drastically over the last 10 years, and I’m okay with us moving forward naturally with what people within the community naturally want - I’m not okay with us shitting on the past, erasing the past, degrading the past, as we do so.

The LGBT+ flag is topical so I’m going to start there. During the aids crisis, we never gave up. People were faced with something that was killing them on a biological level, and they said “Fuck you”. People had “going away” parties after being diagnosed where they would go out and drink and drink and drink, not going home for days, they would kill themselves because they didn’t want to let aids have the last say - they said “Fuck you, I control my life, I control when I die”. Other people, even some of the first to be diagnosed while they were still giving out numbers with each new diagnosis, are still alive today - they said “Fuck you, I’m going to take everything I can and do everything I can, you are not taking me, bitch”. We added a black line for those people. And now people think that those struggles don’t deserve that colour any more, that instead of using the pride flags they already have for the intersection of race and LGBT+ issues, they can appropriate all of those deaths.

Punks and rockers in the 70s and 80s stood by gay people, we shared our fashion sense and our flare for the dramatic, bright hair colours and clothes that stood out. Punks and rockers got beaten up for being presumed gay. The leather and spikes in the metal community were popularized because gay artists in that community wore those things on stage - it came from gay culture. And now those very bands and communities have to constantly remind people that they’re left-leaning, that they’re for gay rights, that they’re against systems of power - because somewhere down the line someone decided that gay culture was now flower crowns and unicorns, and that the other subcultures have been against us all along.

Drag queens and leather and revealing clothes are constantly pictured online with captions saying that they’re inappropriate at Pride. Fucking Pride - a protest, a party, a celebration of all of the wild and wonderful aspects that we incorporated into our culture when we said “We’re outside of the norm and so are you, so lets rock it together”. They were our body guards, they took the brunt of the insults and violence while those who were afraid hung back and looked “normal”. They are our history. They are the communities we stood with because we all understood what it was like to be ostracized and judged, and we accepted each other, and we became stronger together. Pride is a protest and a party in one, it’s not a safe space, it was never supposed to be - and if you’re okay with a woman wearing nothing but a lacy thong and marching at a Free The Nipple protest with “Slut” on her chest in permanent marker, as I see so many of the people who decry Pride outfits celebrating, it’s a giant fucking double standard to not be okay with revealing outfits at Pride. If you’re okay with someone dressed as a slutty unicorn at a Slut Walk, then why aren’t you okay with leather short shorts and a leash at Pride?

And alcohol!? People complaining about the alcohol in the gay community are so utterly unaware of our history. Gay bars were our first real “Safe Spaces”, Harvey Milk and other incredible gay activists rose to popularity partially because of their incredible personalities, their parties, their fun and kind nature, how they welcomed people in and offered them drinks and fun and friendship with no question. Our history is full to the brim with proof that being fun and exciting and rebellious was what drew people to us.

And the one that grinds my gears the most is slurs - is how everyone is so quick to be offended by words. That’s not what the gay community has ever stood for. The film “Pride” said it best when it said that when we’re called a name, we take it and we run with it. The “Pits and Perverts” concert happened because the newspapers called us perverts and we said “That’s catchy”. You can’t take away people’s power by giving that word all of the power and then saying that only bad people can use it, only people that hate you can use it - because now the word means “I hate you, I have power over you, you disgust me” - you take their power by making the word meaningless, by taking the word and going “ours now”. That was one of the staples of the LGBT+ community, a motto that we all lived by. But now people talk about how those words have “always been used to oppress us”, as if that never happened.

Y'all act like you want the world to think that LGBT+ people are pastel coloured, young, innocent, harmless angels - we’re rebels, we bring the fun, we bring the energy, we fight to the death and we’ve won over and over and over again; we wear our hair big and bright, we wear our labels on our chest, not because we want to ~normalize~ and ~raise awareness~ but because we’re daring the world to fucking try it, because we’re saying to the homophobes “I’m not scared of you” and we’re taking their power and their words. This modern LGBT+ community isn’t doing that, it’s screaming “Think of the children!” like the conservatives of old, it’s insisting that we’re quaint, middle class, and “just like you”, instead of “Fuck you we don’t have to conform”. It’s becoming what we fought, it’s turning on its own members, past and present, for engaging in parts of our culture and our history.

~ Vape

anonymous asked:

Hey! I have a kind of random question: what korean beauty products do u use?? I am really curious bc I need recommendations? Sorry; it's a weird question.

It’s a great question, don’t worry! I can understand that, I love finding something new (and if that something new fits me perfectly then I’m super happy so!)

Sweats, I have a lot of stuff though so it might be a bit long-ish…

I’ll just start with skincare because it’s always what I’m looking for first:

The Face Shop Rice water bright rich cleansing oil (from normal to dry skin). The first cleansing oil I actually tried. It’s a pleasure using it, the smell is amazing, I will definitely buy it again. Removes make-up well for me, but I’ve read people saying it has a bit of a trouble re-moving very strong make-up, but since I don’t use it I’ll give it an A+.

• I have a few foams; one from The Face Shop as well - Rice water bright cleansing foam. Smells amazing as well, I nearly finished it. I have one stored I want to try, so not yet sure if I buy it again, but I love this one too. Also I have one from Skinfood Egg white pore foam - I think I’ll buy this one. These two might be a bit drying to your skin if using without a uh..bubble maker? Not sure how that thing called in english. It dried me out, I made that thing that helps making richer foam, now I don’t have any dryness so! Skinfood will probably be great for oilier skin.

• Theeen I have The Secret key’s Milk brightening toner. Still not sure about it, I broke out a lot when I was using it, but I am not sure if it was from it or from..period, I’m sorry, Still haven’t retried it, so don’t have an opinion except that I think the smell is pretty good.

• UUH i bought a lot of creams in the search for the perfect one. I have Tony Moly Pure eco snail moisture gel (smells fantastic, used it for the face a lot, didn’t break out, nothing really changed nor for the worst nor for the better, now use it mostly on my hands); I also recently bought Mizon’s All in one Snail repair cream (because I REALLY REALLY want a few marks to fade); comparing to Tony Moly’s it does make skin very soft to the touch. But I’ve been using it for like, six days, so other than that I can’t say how effective it’s going to be. Doesn’t quite smell, pleasant to use. Depending on how it goes next, I think I’ll re-buy it. I also use Aloe Soothing Gel by Nature Republic. used it all the time before i bought Mizon’s, never broke out. for now uh.. I kind of use it after shaving. HUGE container. I wonder if I will be able to finish it before it expires. Next (GOd, there are so many) Skinfood Fresh Apple sparkling water cream. Use it before make-up. It’s supposed to keep your skin matte, I love the smell of it, nice to use. My skin is pretty normal, so I don’t know how much it actually does what it’s supposed to. I’ll try it in summer and find out:”D

• nooow MASKS. oh, my love. sweet, sweet masks. I think my AAABsolute favourite is Skinfood’s Black sugar wash off mask. A present from my friend. Basically a scrub that you let to stay on your skin after you scrubbed. Smells amazing, leaves skin suuuper soft afterwards, will definitely 100% buy it again. Theeen I have Volcanic ash pore pack by secret nature. After using it the skin seems a bit brighter, a bit softer. Nothing too outstanding, but it’s fairly pleasant overall. I wanted to try Holika Holika’s Soda Pore Cleansing Bubble mask BECAUSE O MY GOD. BUBBLES. ON. MY FACE. BUBBLES. I swear I’m a child. I WAS REALLY CURIOUS OKAY. Pretty much the same effect as with Volcanic ash pore. Probably one time fun for me. (I mean. one bottle time, ahah). Theeen I wanted to try Elizavecca’s Hell Pore Clay mask, I think it was the first mask I bought. Wasn’t painful for me, skin is pretty soft afterwards, but I don’t think it does much for my skin? Probably because I don’t quite have that much to push out. It doesn’t quite catch it. Can remove dead skincells though, I’m sure. God. IS this all? No. I recently bought Holika Holika Honey Sleeping pack (I have canola); I’m still not sure, I had quite a big zit when I went to bed with it, in the morning it was, like, much paler and didn’t feel on my skin. Was it the mask’s doing? was the zit supposed to fade away? Not yet sure, since I bought it very recently with mizon. For masks I think that’s all. Kinda sticky because of the honey, but smells nice.

• I have one emulsion by The Saem Urban Eco Harakeke. Moisturising, smells good, make-up goes smoothly on it.

• the last for skincare: Ciracle pore control blackhead off sheet. I only used it twice, and it’s quite tricky and I guess takes some used to. basically does the job of steaming the face without steam and probably works a bit better. Pushes out everything from your nose, you just have to remove it. Didn’t push out as much as I’ve seen on pictures and in reviews for me, but it does it’s job. Nose is as smooth as a jellyfish. SO SMOOTH afterwards.

FINALLY I THINK WE ARE DONE WITH SKINCARE. OH DEAR GOD, not a million of products have passed.

Nooooow up to Make-uuuup~~ 

• BB CREAMS. I swear on those. I. am. a nerd. Before I tried any bb or cc creams that are sold in our stores they never fit me ever. They always felt so greasy and dark for me. I don’t know, I had the curse of bb creams and now i think it’s finally gone. The first korean one I tried was Aritaum Full Cover. The coverage IS nice, can be a bit shiny in a certain lighting, and feels pretty heavy on the skin. I think my problem with it was mostly my dislike for powders, so it felt sticky, but I think with people who DO use powders it’s going to work better. After that I tried Holika Holika Petit BB (Moisturizing). MY LOVE STARTED. I love how it feels, in certain lighting it makes the skin seem absolutely perfect, pleasant on daylight, doesn’t fell like a mask on a skin. Has universal tone. The Last one is CC, actually, but not less amazing. I’ve been using mostly it recently, CC Color change blemish balm. This one is MAAGIC because it’s like greenish-white, and then you put it on the face, and it turns into your face and it’s MAGIC i swear I love how it feels(doesn’t) on the skin, the coverage is decent for me, Baaaarely noticeable on the skin. I’ll definitely buy holika holika and this one again.

• as for concealers I have Aritaum Full cover liquid concealer for undereye (the tube is huge for concealer, I’m not sure if I will ever finish it since it takes such a minimum for me); and Facetone Creamy Tip concealer for any spots. Good coverage, most likely I’ll buy it as well.

• I have Sweet Cotton pore cover base by Holika Holika, still not sure about it, doesn’t quite hide pores much, at least for me, but the make up does seem to stay longer with it. I’ve read the reviews for people to whom it really worked in regard of hiding pores, so! Might just be me, striving for absolute perfection.

• I have A’pieu Cheek Chok blush. Overall nice, but I think it’s a bit too pigmented for me and it seems to be a bit hard to blend. Creamy texture, but not quite as creamy as I wanted.

• last but not least… tints. Fresh cherry tint, pleasant texture, but I think I picked a bit of a wrong shade for me, though if I use it with The Saem’s Saemmul Real Tint (it’s orangish) it gives a fantastic effect. I also have the latter in dark purple. Love those tints, stay forever (especially the dark one - which is also quite hard to wash off) surprise, tint leaves a tint! :”D Love these, gotta buy again most likely. If I ever finish those, ahah.

I’ve been writing this message for so long. I’m sorry it’s huge. I’m sorry I’m a nerd when it comes to makeup and skincare. Goodbye, money, GOODBUY. ;)

“Don’t bother,” he replies grimly, “I said I wasn’t interested in this. If we fucked, sorry for leading you on, if we didn’t, I don’t know why you’d want to be associated with me anyways.” And Harry wants this conversation to end right there, now that he’s said his piece, so he looks back towards Y/N and says, “These are organic grapes, no?”

The girl gets the hint, leaving with a huff and Y/N tuts her tongue at him.

“You’re so mean, Harry! What if she really liked you?”

Harry shakes his head, “She liked my cock not me.” He says apathetically, and Y/N’s face turns towards sheepish like it always does when the mere mention of his escapades comes to head (which it doesn’t often, but he knows Y/N has ears and she hears things), “‘sides, she was rude to you. I don’t like that.” He straightens out, “Did you take your medicine?”

or

Harry doesn’t really like people, but he likes Y/N

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zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack

Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several air-horns blast in his direction at once.

He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and drops both his coffee and his phone.

The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.

He looks over to the house across the way, out of which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.

“Hey! Dickfaces!”

Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping the bird to the boys in the house across the street.

“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”

The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.

“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”

Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s alright. Thanks for telling them off.”

“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”

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Why So Shy? (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin has morning wood and tries to convince you to be more confident around him by seducing you in the kitchen.

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Originally posted by bangtan

The smell of coffee filled the expanse of the kitchen as you stared idly out of a sunlit window. The sky was clear and the view was nice, so you took a few minutes to soak it all in. It was a lazy Saturday morning and Jimin had not awoken yet. His schedules had been tight lately and he rarely had time to sleep in, let alone be off for a whole weekend, so you let him sleep. The beep of the coffee machine snapped you out of your thoughts and you poured yourself a cup, leaning against the counter. The spin cycle of the washing machine could be heard from down the hall but other than that, there wasn’t any other noise. The silence was nice at first, pleasant to your sleepy senses that were still waking up and you enjoyed the peace, until you didn’t. It was always quiet when Jimin wasn’t there, which turned out to be more often than you would like. Silence was something that was never in short supply, so it really wasn’t anything special, you’d much rather listen to the sounds of your boyfriend shuffling around or shouting from across the house at you to come to where he was so he could show you a stupid video that made him laugh.

You took a sip from your coffee cup, only to burn your tongue on the scalding liquid. It wasn’t the first time you had done that this week and you let out a frustrated sigh as you put the mug down. This morning you felt like doing some chores, wanting the house to at least be clean for Jimin while he rested. You woke up early and cleaned around the house, not getting into too much detail, but making it look nice and presentable. As you inspected your surroundings, you decided to clean the only thing left unwashed, you. Your footsteps padded up the stairs into your room to get some clean clothes for your shower.

As you entered the room your eyes landed on a sleeping Jimin. His face was relaxed and his features were accented by the morning light pouring through the windows. He was still in the same position he was in when you left the bed, a hollow space left where he had been spooning you. He was adorable and your heart melted at how peaceful he looked. You couldn’t resist, so you walked up to the bed and very carefully leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, making sure not to put your weight on the bed or do anything that might disturb his slumber. Then you tiptoed to your dresser to grab some new clothes (more pajamas) and headed into the bathroom silently.

You took your time in the shower, shaving most of your body in the spare time and relaxing under the water while mumbling Korean lyrics of your favorite songs softly. When you stepped out of the space, you found the room filled with steam and you had to wipe the mirror with your towel to see anything.

Your eyes landed on your reflection and you let out a breath. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed about your body, you did think you were pretty, but you still felt a bit self conscious about it. Times when you were alone in the bathroom, you would try to boost your confidence by pointing out all the great things about you even though there was always a steady stream of compliments coming from Jimin, especially when he wasn’t there. Your hands roamed your torso, stopping to push your boobs together gently. The boobs that were always too small for your liking even though you were a C cup, the same ones that were uneven with the left one being bigger than the right, making all of your bras fit weird. The ones that Jimin said were amazing and perfect in their imperfection, the ones he unconsciously plays with when he’s falling asleep; Jimin’s favorite part of your body. You blushed when you thought of his hands in place of yours, lightly massaging your flesh and pinching your hard nipples playfully. You shook that thought out of your head as you slipped on some clean panties and one of your boyfriend’s sweaters.

The air in your bedroom was cold compared to the stuffiness of the bathroom, and as you stepped through the doorway you could feel the steam follow you out, giving you goosebumps on your bare legs. You felt your nipples harden underneath of the sweater and looked down to see them poking through the thin material. When your gaze shifted from your breasts to the bed you saw that Jimin had changed positions. He was now laying on his back, one leg straight and one bent and to the side. You couldn’t see his hands under the covers, but you did see something that caught your eye. A bulge was protruding from the blankets that draped Jimin’s body and your face began to heat up when you realized what it was. Your eyes scanned his face for any sign that he was awake, but you found none. His face was just as relaxed as before, his breathing just as slow, and his hair just as messy.

While walking around the bed to leave the room, you tripped over something and almost fell. Thankfully you caught yourself before you went all the way down, but when you looked up, Jimin’s eyes were fluttering open and his lips were curling into a grin. He yawned when he tried to say something to you and you waited for his words.

“Good morning, jagi.” He gave you a warm smile and you felt your heart rate increase.

“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You tried your hardest to focus on his face, but from the angle that you were looking at him, it was hard to ignore his obvious boner. Your eyes flickered quickly down at him and then back up to his face and Jimin caught this and giggled. You unconsciously licked your lips as you sped out of the room before he could say anything. Through the silence of your gentle footsteps you could hear his low chuckles. Quite words travelled down the hall. You’re cute.

The buzzing of the washing machine called you into the laundry room. Without this noise there was no sound. No voices, no footsteps, not even the tick of a clock. Just the faint chirping that came from the birds flying around outside your house. Hastily changing the load, you shuffled back into the kitchen, finding comfort in the smell of coffee still drifting through the air. You inhaled deeply when you reached the cup. Coffee wasn’t your favorite but it sure did calm you. You, personally, enjoyed the smell better than the taste. You tried many different flavors, amounts of sugar and milk, creamers, different brands, but in the end, you just never fell for coffee like most of your friends had. On the weekends, however, you made it a bit of a tradition to make coffee, figuring that since you didn’t drink it on busy weekdays, you should at least drink it on weekends. It helped you wake up from the “Saturday sleepies” as you liked to call it, preventing you from taking a nap and accidentally sleeping the day away.

The cup was no longer hot in you hands, just like you liked it, and you leaned forward resting your elbows on the counter as you slowly sipped your now lukewarm beverage. Maybe you were engulfed in your thoughts, maybe the sipping distracted you, or maybe you just weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t hear Jimin come downstairs. His arms wrapped around your waist gently and you screamed as you jumped from the contact. He laughed and you could visualize his eye smile behind you.

“Relax babe, it’s just me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as you placed a hand over your heart.

“Jimin don’t scare me like that!!” You exhaled, putting the coffee mug that you almost dropped back down on the counter. “You know I’m usually alone on weekends, I forgot that you were even here. You can’t sneak up on me like that!” There was at least some truth in that statement. You were usually alone on the weekends, that part was true, but you certainly had not forgotten about his presence in your often empty bed. You had actually been pondering what you had seen minutes before, wondering what he could be dreaming about to make him like that and hoping that he was dreaming about you.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed, his breath hitting your neck.

“Go back to bed, it’s still pretty early. You should try to catch up on some sleep while you’re off. That’s what I would do.”

“Well, I’m wide awake now.” His grip tightened on your waist and he pressed his hips into your rear so you could feel his arousal. You gasped at the feeling and he giggled some more.

“Why are you like this?” You shook your head and he lowered his mouth to your ear.

“Did you know that all men get erections when they go into deep sleep? It’s not uncommon to have morning wood, babe.” As he said the last few words, he moved his hips against you and you had to hold back a moan. You were turning a bright red and you suddenly covered your face. Embarrassment rose within you and you felt ashamed that he was getting to you like this.

“Why are you so shy (Y/n)?” Jimin moved away from you and turned your body to face him, amusement clear on his expression. “I’m your boyfriend, don’t act like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” His tone was seductive but the look he gave you was innocent.

He was right, you already knew this, but it was still hard for you not to get shy when he made advances like this, even if you have had sex with him 100+ times and had been dating him for about 2 years. He was so straight forward, but never demanding, wanting to make you comfortable while also telling you what he wanted plain and simple. Although you were now very horny, you had trouble admitting it. You were never the flirty type, keeping your desires hidden and appearing as innocent as possible, no matter how dirty your thoughts were. Jimin used body language to communicate his feelings and you could read him well, but you felt like if you tried to show him how you felt, it would turn out awkwardly or would be misinterpreted. Accepting his flirting was just as hard though, because you didn’t want to seem desperate or easy when in reality, you wanted it as bad as he did. You had pride and shame and you didn’t want to expose yourself, even in front of Jimin. But he could see right through you.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Admit it, you’re turned on right now.” You blushed harder and he smirked. “See, you’re just like me, except you don’t want to accept it. But I’m your boyfriend and you don’t have to hide from me.” A devious smile crawled up his face as he bent down to your lips, brushing yours with his as he spoke. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He backed away slightly only for you to lean forward and mimic him, speaking low and seductively against his lips.

“I want… To drink my coffee.” You leaned away from him and looked up at his face. He seemed amused, though slightly disappointed, but he kept his word and gave you what you wanted. He reached behind you, caging your body between his and the counter and pressed a sly kiss to your neck before pulling back and handing you the mug. You took a sip expecting him to walk away but he still stood in front of you, watching your every movement. When you raised your eyebrows at him he responded slowly.

“Is there anything else you want?”

“Let me think about it.”

Of course there was something else you wanted. You wanted him and he wanted you, it was as simple as that, except it wasn’t. You wanted to play his game for a little while longer, but that wasn’t it. How we’re you supposed to tell him what you wanted? Just blurt out that you wanted him to fuck you right there on the counter until your legs went numb? Yes. It was that easy because all he needed was confirmation, but you couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the guts to say it. You were having an internal struggle but you had to give him an answer, so you continued your innocent act and did what you do best, tease him and lead him on.

“Nope, I don’t want anything else. But breakfast would be nice.”

“And are you serving me breakfast in bed?” He licked his lips.

“No you can help yourself.”

“I will.” He took a step closer to you.

“But you have to give me some time to cook. It’s not that simple.”

“But I have a full course meal right here.” Jimin’s eyes trailed up your body and you felt yourself getting hot.

“I’m talking about food, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You blink at him innocently and admire how worked up he gets when you play dumb. You can see the frustration in his eyes and straining against his boxers, but you don’t say anything and he doesn’t express it openly. Instead, you turn your back to him and grab your phone, opening social media and looking at what’s new. Jimin didn’t move for a little bit, but you could feel his eyes on you.

After about 30 seconds you were disappointed to find that he hadn’t made any advances, thinking that he had given up. But you were quickly proven wrong when his hands wrapped around you once again, this time with one slipping up your shirt to grab your breasts and the other pushing past the waist band of your panties to slide along your folds. I knew he wouldn’t give up that easy.

Before you could say anything, however, he flicked at your clit and you jolted against his bare chest. He continued rubbing circles around the bud slowly, increasing pressure as he went, watching your body’s response when he moved his fingers a certain way.

“Jimin..” You moaned, anything you had tried to say to him leaving your brain as you were overcome by pleasure.

Jimin hummed against your skin and you could feel his smirk. “Did jagi lie to me?” He said, moving his fingers lower to skim along your slit. “Look at how wet you are.”

“I didn’t lie..” You panted.

“Well you didn’t tell the truth. Your lips say you don’t want me but your body says otherwise.” He removed his hand from your panties and held his fingers out in front of your face for you to observe the liquid that coated them. Upon your exposure, your shyness went away slightly. You turn and kissed Jimin boldly, falling into the familiar feeling of his lips and body pressed against yours.

“You’re right,” You admitted in between kisses. “I just don’t know how to say it.”

Jimin pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. “Then let your actions speak for you.” Taking his advice you reached for his boxers. Your slim fingers pulled them down with some urgency and his member sprung out to slap against his toned abdomen; you always found watching that so satisfying. He was a bit taken by surprise but you could tell he was enjoying your surge of boldness. His body language told you that he was letting you take control and he waited for you to make the next move. Quickly, you stripped yourself of your 2 items of clothing and then reached forward to wrap your hand around Jimin’s length. You stood close to him and he caught your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you fully.

“I know what I want now,” You said breathlessly as he released your lips and looked at you. “I want your mouth on me, everywhere.” He smirked at your request and immediately grabbed on to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and laying you on the adjacent counter.

“As you wish.” Jimin pulled you closer and bent down to trail kisses along your collarbone and breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your hips. He latched on to one of your nipples and flicked the bud until it became hard and perky, releasing it with a pop and moving on to the other, treating it with the same care. He sucked dark marks into them as a way to claim them as his before continuing his journey downward.

Wet kisses trailed down your smooth skin until they reached your mound. A quick kiss was planted on your clit and you shuddered at the contact. He moved on to your parted legs, licking a line up your inner thigh to your knee and from your knee down on the other. You let out a whimper to let him know how needy you were and you could feel Jimin’s smirk.

He lifted your legs and propped them up on his shoulders before giving you a look with his smoldering eyes. You were already a mess and he enjoyed how you bit your lip and breathed heavily in anticipation for his next actions. He dove down and licked a long stripe up your slit making you shiver. Using two fingers to spread your folds, Jimin wrapped his lips around your bud and flicked it rapidly with his tongue, making your back arch up off of the table. You let out quiet noises and tangled your fingers into Jimin’s hair as he licked and sucked you clean. He inserted a finger into your dripping hole and you could feel a knot building in your stomach as your toes curled. Shortly after, another finger was pushed inside while Jimin increased the pace of his fingers and tongue on you. He curled his digits up into you, finding your spot easily with skilled practice and you gasped. Whimpers left your lips as you began bucking up into him, eyes screwed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

Just as your legs started to tremble, you tugged on his soft locks, pulling him away from you. He looked up at you confused, until he saw the glint in your eyes that indicated that you weren’t finished yet. Sitting up from your position, you motioned for him to come up to your level and you attached your mouth to his. The taste of you lingered on his tongue but you didn’t mind, humming into the deep kiss while reaching to stroke his member a few more times. Jimin groaned against your lips and you pulled away, catching his eyes before sliding off of the counter to stand in front of him. His hands gripped your ass tightly and pulled you flush against him when he reconnected your lips and you let him take over your mouth. He was an amazing kisser and you enjoyed letting him lead the kisses. You pulled away first, coming up for air as he planted a few sweet kisses to your jaw and neck.

Taking control again, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit a dining chair and he plopped down in it. He watched you with hungry eyes as you bend over and kissed his tip to taste the bead of precum leaking out, giving him a few slow pumps. You slid his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pushing it into his slit lightly. He moaned as you took him in farther, giving his entire cock a thick coat of saliva.

Releasing him with a pop, you placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you moved to straddle him. When you met eyes with him, you felt both shy and bold at the same time. By this point there was no need for you to be timid, but the look in his eyes as he watched you expectantly made a shiver go down your spine. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin’s gaze softened and he placed his hands gently on your hips. He didn’t pull you down because he wanted you to know that you were still in control and that he liked that you were taking charge, and he hoped you weren’t suddenly intimidated. You could tell how much Jimin wanted this by the increasing strength of his grip on your hips. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t want it just as bad, but you were never really the dominant one and it felt different being on top. But today you had decided to be courageous and to try something new so it would be wrong not to follow through with what you started.

Moving down slightly, you brushed the tip of his cock against your folds. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to your boyfriend’s as you sunk down on him, letting him fill you deliciously. A quiet groan sounded from the both of you and you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hips moved against him before you released his lips, bouncing on his lap, relishing in the feeling of him inside you.

Jimin sighed in contention. “You look so hot riding me, baby. You’re always so tight, you feel fucking amazing.” He groaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours as you moved up and down on him. His words were a confidence booster and you began riding him with bigger strokes. The grip you had on his shoulders loosened as you moved your fingers along his collarbones and chest, dragging your nails gently across his soft, silky smooth skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you increased your pace, using him as leverage for your harder thrusts when your legs began to tire.

He helped lift you when he noticed your fatigue and moved his hips more below you, letting out sounds of satisfaction. You panted in unison with Jimin, throwing your head back as you got closer to your peak. Taking advantage of the angle, Jimin attached his lips to one of your jiggling breasts, using his tongue to play with your nipple. You let out a rather loud moan that seemed to surprise both of you. Your head snapped back up to look at Jimin with widened eyes. He seemed extremely turned on by your vocality and he bit his lip at the sound. Testing the waters a bit, he reattached his mouth to your breast and pumped up into you with more power, hitting your spot. A louder moan erupted from your chest and he smiled against you.

“Your sounds are so sexy, let me hear you.” Being a usually quiet person, even in bed, you didn’t normally make too much noise. Sure you moaned and whimpered his name occasionally, but you had never been that loud with Jimin before. Suddenly you weren’t in control anymore. Jimin was controlling the pace with his hands on your waist and his shallow thrusts upwards, not that you minded much, you were starting to get tired. You could tell he was now on a mission to make you scream.

No longer satisfied with the amount of mobility he had in this position, Jimin hooked his arms under your legs and stood up from the chair, his strong thigh muscles flexing with the effort. He continued to thrust into you from his standing position as you clung to him for dear life. Jimin had carried you before but you didn’t really know he was this strong, or at least you had never experienced it first hand. It was as if you weighed nothing. He used the new space to slam into you, pulling you down with such force that the back of your thighs stung from the impact when they collided with his hot skin with each thrust. He was going so hard and deep you could feel it in your throat. Your moans were uneven and choppy, the wind getting knocked out of your lungs every time he pushed into you.

It was starting to hurt a little, but you would never ask him to stop, it felt way too good. He readjusted his grip on you and changed the angle he was entering you at, brushing against your g-spot in the most perfect way.

The loudest moan yet broke through your lungs and Jimin looked up at you with half lidded eyes. Your legs trembled as he continued to hit that spot and nip at your collarbone, leaving love bites that you knew you would have to hide for at least a week. You clawed at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as you tried your hardest not to fall from his grasp, but with the force of his grip on your legs, there was no way in hell that he would drop you.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you inched closer to your orgasm, your body being overloaded with sensations. In an instant you were turned with a quick motion and before you could open your eyes your ass was pressed against a cold surface. Your eyelids flew open as you gasped and arched into Jimin to escape the sudden coldness until you realized that the surface was the kitchen counter and that Jimin was readjusting himself in the new position.

Propping one of your legs up on the edge of the counter, Jimin moved inside of you again with renewed fervor, resuming his hard and fast pace. The breath was once again knocked out of your lungs as he repeatedly slammed into you, eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he moved, hand gliding along your lower back and ass, pulling you ever closer to his body. Feeling confident, you closed the small space between you and kissed his lips, giving him a small bite and tug on his swollen bottom lip. You pulled away and looked into his eyes with an equally lustful stare.

“Stop biting your lips. Bite me instead.” You breathed and you felt him twitch inside you at the request. Jimin leaned in to peck you lips before lowering his head to the crook of your neck, panting against your skin. The knot in your stomach grew as he went deeper and your walls tightened around him. Both of you groaned as he could feel how close you were and he sunk his teeth into shoulder, extremely close to his end as well. “I’m close.” You managed to get out and he released your shoulder to kiss your neck. His pace slowed to a steady roll of his hips and you whimpered, feeling your high slowly getting away from you. Fingers digging into his biceps, your hips moved to try and keep the the ball rolling but it was already too late, your high had escaped you. Jimin continued to move agonizingly slow against you, watching you struggle and leaving you on edge.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked as if that wasn’t already apparent. A single nod was all he got in response and he clicked his tongue, moving his hips impossibly slower. The pace was hard for him to keep up as he too was on the verge of his orgasm, but he needed something from you first. “Say it. Use your words.”

“Yes.” You whispered.

“Yes what?” His voice was softer. He tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Yes I want to cum, Jimin.” You struggled. “Please.”

“Louder (Y/n), don’t be shy.”

Swallowing hard and licking your chapped lips, you replied to him at full volume. “PLEASE FUCK ME JIMIN I NEED YOU, I WANT TO CUM!!”

The poisonous smirk that crossed his face at your words told you that he was more than pleased with your answer and he picked up his pace again, studying your face the entire time. You moaned as Jimin went deeper, angling his hips expertly to hit your g-spot, which he knew well.

“Fuck,” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl.” Jimin panted, running one of his hands up your torso to cup one of your jiggling breasts.

“Mmmm, Jimin it feels so good, please don’t stop.” You bit your lip as your orgasm built up once again and whimpered when you felt him nipping at your collarbone, your weak spot.

“Are you going to cum for me, (Y/n)?” He asked, voice husky and strained. It was apparent that he was close to his high as well. You knew that he just need the tightness of your convulsing walls and the sight of you releasing on his cock to push him over the edge.

“Yes, I’m so close.” Your lips were moving, but you weren’t sure any coherent words came out. Jimin understood you regardless and connected mouths with you, capturing your lewd noises as they got louder. He groaned against you when you started tightening up around him and pulled away from the kiss to observe your features. Guiding one hand between your sweaty bodies, Jimin pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed quick circles across it, causing you to release a loud moan.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw went slack at the added stimulation, then you felt something in your core snap. Waves of red hot pleasure coursed through you and your back arched into him while you shook in his grasp. Jimin removed his fingers from your clit and pulled you flush against his body, craving the contact. The sight of you shaking and gasping because of him was enough to drag him into the abyss of pleasure and he attached his lips onto yours again, whining and moaning sexily into your mouth. His arms kept their tight grip around you as he thrusted through both of your highs, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls.

He moved shallowly inside of you, deepening the kiss and taking his time making out with you. A hand moved to your face and caressed your cheek gently as he silently stole your breath away. Your leg dropped down to his side, returning to a comfortable position as he finished riding out his orgasm. When he stilled, your lips moved slower but neither of you could pull away. You finally broke the kiss and sucked in a big puff of air, not realizing how long you had gone without clean oxygen. Jimin dropped his head onto your shoulder and kissed it lightly, humming softly in satisfaction. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you started to feel uncomfortable and he let his soft length fall out of you. Jimin giggled quietly when he looked up at you.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

“‘Bite me instead’ you’re so cute.” He teased and you frowned, hitting him lightly on the chest before hopping off the counter top.

“Shut up. You liked it.” You brought up that point and Jimin immediately agreed, gently placing his hands on your hips.

“I did, I love it when you’re bold.” He said, smiling down at you before pecking your swollen lips. “So don’t be shy around me anymore.”

You returned his smile and nodded, promising him that you would try to be more open about your feelings around him. He let go of you and went to grab paper towels to clean up his cum that was dripping out of you and down your thighs. You sighed as you looked back at the countertop you had just been sitting on, a sweaty butt print on the edge. You grimaced.

“Ugh now I have to clean the table again.” You rolled your eyes. “I may need to bleach it.”

“Don’t, keep this as a good memory.”

“That’s so dirty, Jimin, we eat food there!!”

“Yeah and I ate you over there too, what’s the difference?”

“I’m not food.”

“But you still taste delicious.” He gave you a flirtatious wink and licked his lips, causing you to blush. 

You shook your head at him as he cleaned you up, pointing out all of the hickeys and love bites he left all over you. “Show them off so guys know that your mine. I’ll wear mine proudly to let everyone know how much of a freak you are with me.” Jimin smirked and your face turned bright red with instant regret.

Mishalecki Panel Summary

Summary: The panel was full of shenanigans, sexual innuendoes and shipper!Jared. 

Note: This is my first time trying this. Please let me know if you guys want me to do this in the future. 

1) Misha gives Jared a fake, plastic mic. Since it is his last panel, Jared thanks everyone for coming. He likes it when the weekend goes “safe and sound and with no drama.”

3) Misha and Jared doing age demographic survey. Jared and Misha ask how old everyone is for "Very scientific.” reasons.

4) Fan: What is the difference between today and 8 yrs ago?                         Jared: Today daddy Padalecki went and napped                                           Misha: 8 years ago in the con, he passed out!

5) Misha snorted water all over Jared while Jared tried to imitate Misha. 

6) Fan: How have Cas and Sam influenced each other?                                     Jared: Sometimes Misha doesn’t know when he influences.                             M: Sam is definitely not as influential as he used to be.                                       Jared: Sam has got old. He likes naps.

7) Fan: If you could write an episode what would it be?                                       Jared: It will be an episode without Sam, it will be just with Misha and Jensen and, Jared would go home to Texas and the episode would be called the milk run" and there would be a lot of BDSM. Shipper!Jared 😂                               Misha: I actually love the idea of Jared’s script. 😀  BDSM Script Misha approved! Misha’s ep would be “very influential”.                                           Jared: “how do you influence on each other?”.

8) Fan: Do you ever think about your exposure (of influence? J) in the public eye (whaaat in public? J) Is that something you take as it comes (and even more laughter) And how it has changed before supernatural and with families. Misha wants the question to be rephrased. J: can’t answer because he’s laughing

9) Misha: Jared has an idea for this book title and it’s genius. it’s an title for a memoir of Misha: “a great idea…” in big letters. And it actually says (It Seemed Like)… A Great Idea… (At That Time)                                                               Misha: Typically we like to take it as it COMES. (innuendo) This is just watching two people being stupid, you know that?“ 

10) Fan: if you could be someone for just one day who would it be and what would you do. 

If Misha could be anyone for one day, he’d be Trump and he’d resign and banish himself to prison. Someone shouted Misha for president and the crowd started cheering and applauding

Jared: if I could vote for a president for the rest of my life it would be Michelle Obama. Jared would like to be paul McCartney since we’ve so many and he’s one of those left that have witnessed a lot of things. 

Jared asked the question asker the question back and she said Jared padalecki and hugged her 😭 

10) Fan: Going into Season 13, what would you like to see in the alternate universe?

Misha: In Season 13 for myself… Jared (interrupting): Cas is dead. Audience: awwww. Misha mouths to Jared (bc his spoiler) stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Misha likes the idea of an alternate universe Castiel out there who hasn’t meet Sam or Dean yet. And try to explain that they’ve known him in an alternate universe and also that Cas is 8 inches taller but has the same vessel. Jared calls Misha Cas then laughs like a kid. 

Jared wants to save the fandom, he wants an episode where they can bring everyone back. Jared met Felicia on a flight from Australia to Austin. Jared: Charlie! You’re alive!

 Fan: We are so glad Cas will be back. Jared: No one said that!!! *Mutters* "FUCK”

Fan: About Crowley’s death… Jared: YAS!! but the audience were silent… So Misha goes, Know your audience dude! 

Misha: None of us have an idea what’s coming down the pipe. Coming down the pipe, we don’t say that? Sorry what’s going through the tunnel. 

More laughter and also Jared laughing so hard, *pulls beanie over face*     Misha said he doesn’t wanna be the Jared of this conversation. 

Misha: nothing is certain in the supernatural universe.                                 Jared: there’s only one ep that’s written for SPN. The Scooby Doo-ep. They don’t know what’ll happen. Writing hasn’t started yet again Jared likes that he doesn’t know “what’s coming”. Misha: . Can presume, but have to see what happens.

12) Fans: We wanted to ask a question together.                                           Jared: I want u to say a word each. 

Fans: What songs did Dean put on the Mixtape?

Jared and Misha answer the question saying one word each. From president to Rome to music to my Dean. Roughly translates to:

Misha: Dean                                                                                                   Jared: should                                                                                                       Misha:always                                                                                                 Jared: jerk *laughs like a kid*                                                                             Misha: around                                                                                                       J: with                                                                                                               Misha pauses..: mixtapes

Misha said “Dean” in his Cas voice. 

13) Fan: How Misha smell? 

Jared smells Misha. Misha opened up his jacket for Jared to smell & Jared smelled misha’s crotch. Jared: “i can now say that misha smells like-” Misha: “cinnamon on top, watermelon on the bottom”

End of Panel 

Sources: @Catt_mohen, @blacksmything, @heartsandthumbs,

Dating Kim Yugyeom

  • First things first
  • when he realises that he likes you he would ask his members
  • and the advice would start with
  • “Woo her with words, write her a song and serenade to her!”
  • “Be lowkey and cool about it. Buy her a burger and then just casually drop it”
  • “Just be straight forward about it. Tell her you like her and if she likes you back take her out”
  • he would probably go with Mark’s being cool and lowkey way
  • but he would fail bc damn I just don’t see him succeeding
  • so he would want to buy you a burger but then forget
  • and then he would try the convenience store
  • and think to himself that a cream cheese Sandwich would do the jb right?
  • wrong
  • so he meets you and is like
  • “Yeah I got that for me- no wait for you. I bought this for you”
  • and you would take it and be like
  • “Aw thank you but I’m lactose intolerant”
  • And he’ll just malfunction a little
  • “Mark told me that would work and I should just be lowkey and cool about liking you! And now I forgot you are lactose intolerant!”
  • and you just looked at him while biting your lip and he kept complaining so you just shushed him
  • “I like you too Yugyeom”
  • And his eyes were suddenly as big as his fake confidence
  • and there was this awkward silence for a second and then he was like
  • “Can I hug you?”
  • and you nodded and laghed at how cute that was like awwwwwwwww
  • and then he excuses himself because he needs to use the toilet
  • BUT THAT’S JUST A LIE
  • he actually texts into the 97′liner group chat and probably calls Bambam or something
  • the other members have two moods
  • either it’s
  • Jinyoung and JB in the living room with you while Yugyeom was on the toilet or smth
  • and it was dead silent while they looked at you judgingly
  • the clock on the wall made the only sound
  • and you’d just sit there and look at your knees
  • and then JB would be protective as he is
  • “Bring him back by 10″
  • “Yes ma’- sir. Yes sir!”
  • silence
  • and then Yugyeom would finally come in and be like
  • “Whut’s goin on”
  • you had no idea tbh
  • “Before you go. I don’t want to be a grandfather so protect”
  • “Don’t have sex at all. Jaebum what kind of values do you try to teach our children?”
  • And then the two start bickering and Yugyeom just slowly pulls you away
  • but the two don’t want to be mean they just want to protect their youngest
  • but then on the other hand you would have Bamba who’s just like
  • “Get fucked!”
  • He would put a lot of thought into dates but don’t mention it
  • like not bc he is humble but because he will deny it
  • so hard
  • let’s say he took you out to a restaurant
  • he would request the flowers on the table to be your favourite
  • but if you asked he would go
  • “What??? Don’t be delusional!!”
  • but you know
  • One time you took him ice skating
  • turns out he can’t ice skate but felt too daMN COOL TO ADMIT
  • so now he stand stiff on the ice while you push him
  • but if you speed up even a bit
  • he will be full o panting and fearing for his life
  • “Stop Y/N or I will just sit down and pull you down with me!”
  • he is just bluffing
  • you thought and didn’t slow down
  • and then suddendly it’s like a tower fell
  • and inevitably you fell too and now everyone is staring at the human mass on the floor  
  • quietly swearing at each other
  • you decide it would be good to just go for a coffee too
  • sometimes you two would just lay around and suddenly he goes
  • “how many chilis do you think I can fit in my mouth?”
  • and you are just like
  • “Yugyeom don’t you will regret that so much!”
  • and he is just like
  • “ok.ok.ok”
  • the next day bambam facetimes you to show you Yugyeom crying while drinking milk
  • “I don’t even feel sorry for you I told you!”
  • out of pure interesst you would want to know how many he could put in though
  • “3″
  • He would be super caring for you though
  • always making sure you ate and drank and slept enough
  • if you were out together and a breeze hit he would immediatly throw a piece of his clothing around you
  • “i’m not even cold!”
  • “yes but I don’t want you to get sick!”
  • If you ever got sick though
  • even if it was just the slightest stuffed nose
  • he get’s you enough medicine to cure the entire nation
  • and a preach about that one time four months ago you went out with slightly damp hair and how he told you it will get you sick
  • For skinship
  • he would love holding you
  • like
  • he would bury you in his body
  • would love leaving little kisses in your face randomly
  • he would bite you too
  • but god if his members would be even Close
  • he is two meters away from you
  • you better know he would not see the end of it if the members would see him even just brushing a body part of yours
  • I think he would also like to be the small spoon every now and then
  • with his head on your chest and his arms around your waist while talking to you
  • about his dreams and hopes
  • and also his worries
  • and you would need to reassure and soothe him
  • he would be there for you
  • always
  • and while he wouldn’t want to come across sappy 22/7
  • there would be those moments he would get serious and tell you things like
  • “I’m always there for you!”
  • “No matter what it is you can come to me and I will help you with it!”
  • “You mean the world to me!”
  • “I love you”
  • But especially saying “I love you” would be special to him and he wouldn’t want to say it too often
  • you knew when he did he really meant it
  • more often then not you would be teasing each other
  • “Hey dumbfuck pass me the salt”
  • “Why you need salt you have enough in your soul”
  • “Sweet how you think you can diss me”
  • “Sweet how you think I can’t”
  • and if anyone doesn’t know it’s just your basic way of communication they’ll be like
  • “Are they fine?”
  • and Jinyoung is just standing there like
  • “Susan wht do you mean that’s young love on it’s peak. Look at them bickering. Love birds”
  • I feel like fights would happen quite regularly
  • but they are more just petty, stubborn, heated convos
  • and they don’t last long
  • 10 minutes max
  • he would show you dances he is working on
  • and sometimes bc he is a little fucker™
  • he would show you dances that are waaaaaay too sexy
  • and then you sit there like
  • “what is that?”
  • “just a choreo what do you mean?”
  • sometimes you would see him Play with Coco and giggle like a small Boy
  • or curl up while sleeping while his mouth slightly open
  • and you think about how cute and adorbly he is
  • and other times you remember that one If You Do Performance
  • and yeah uhm so much about cute Yugyeom
  • Overall: Dating Yugyeom would be full of fun an laughter. While he would often want to seem all tough and cool he would have the weakest, softest spot for you, caring for you crazily much and showing you so too.
In the Heart of the Storm (Part 6)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are house-sitting for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane. Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 

Warnings – Knives, mentions of torture

Word Count – 1,503

Notes – I had originally planned to take this fic one way, but the more I write, the more I’m led in a different direction.  There are so many possibilities and I’m having fun trying to explore them all!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

Part 1  

Series Masterlist

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Previously:

“I may not remember much, but I know that I remember Steve.  The only way I can remember him all skinny and sickly is if I am Bucky Barnes.  I can’t explain how I survived that fall, or how I still look 28 after all of these years, but Steve believes I’m Bucky, and I believe in Steve.”

You were about to say something, but the words died on your lips as the power suddenly came back on. “Bucky” jumped up from his stool and grabbed a knife from the block on the island as the sound of the refrigerator turning back on startled him.  Before you knew what was happening, he had yanked you off of the stool and was standing in front of you with the knife outstreched.  Last night  he’d threatened you, but today it seemed as though he was trying to protect you.  Maybe he really was Bucky Barnes.  Maybe he wasn’t the bad guy after all.



 

“It’s just the refrigerator turning back on,” you explained as calmly as you could.  You could feel him draw in a deep breath in front of you as he seemed to try to regain control of himself.

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❝ I love you too, Jungkook. ❞

Plot: You’re an idol and you’re dating Jungkook. You show up at one of his fan sign and he says to everyone that you two are dating. 

Pairing: JungkookxReader 

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Deciding to go meet your boyfriend during a fan sign didn’t seem to be any more a great idea as at the beginning. The black mask covered your face and fortunately your eyes didn’t reveal much of who you were. Yet the feeling of being perpetually observed didn’t seem to disappear and so the anxiety increased to every minute that passed.  

But you haven’t seen Jungkook for weeks, and if that was the only way to change the situation, you’d be well-born to be discovered.  

“Next time I’ll close you in our room.” Your best friend muttered, as well as the leader of your group and the worst advocate in the world; making you smile amused from underneath the mask.  

“I didn’t ask you to come.. Then we repeated several times that we’re their fans, even if they discovered there I know hey couldn’t see anything strange… ”  

“YOU KNOW? I swear that if I read another article where they ship me and Taehyung I shoot myself. ”  

“What a bad thing Unnie…. In short, Taehyung is an incredible guy. ” You whispered in response, not understanding all that boredom towards that sweet and a little crazy boy. “Then he is also extremely beaut–”  

“But think of your boy!”  

“You Like him! That’s why you’re bored by the articles…. because you’re ashamed to talk to him. ”  

The slap that came soon after on your shoulder only made you entertain more, while patiently expected your turn to go to get the album signed.  

He was as beautiful as always but he seemed particularly cheerful that day, he could even not to bully his hyung and his smile could make you completely melt. It’s been seven months since you started to date and you’ve already figured out you were falling in love with him, but you were too intimidated and scared to confess your feelings. It was your first serious “relationship”, although not yet effective because he didn’t really ask you to be his girlfriend and you were both so young that you were afraid that he could run away in front of your confession.  

“Jungkook-oppa!” “Jungkook, you are beautiful!” “Jungkook I love you!”  

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Miscellaneous Clark Kent headcanons as relate to my little fic universe, that may or may not ever come up because who knows:

  • Little Clark was really susceptible to childhood superstitions for some reason. He didn’t go under ladders, he did the salt over the shoulder thing, he did not fuck with that Bloody Mary shit like NOPE I’M OUT THIS SLUMBER PARTY IS CANCELED, LANA GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND TAKE YOUR MURDER GHOSTS WITH YOU. He believes that he is over this as an adult but whenever his foot is about to fall on a crack in the sidewalk it actually stops like a half inch above the ground and hovers there. He does not notice he is doing this. No one notices, ever, because it is the weirdest subtle unconscious thing in the world. At least Martha’s back is safe?
  • I covered the picky eater thing in Christmas in Kansas but to be more specific his tastebuds are just really sensitive to certain chemical compounds? Not just in terms of things he won’t eat but also in terms of things that he expects to be there and he doesn’t really like foods that lack those things. Your two options to make him eat anything are to cover it in sugar, or cover it in garlic.
  • He goes through a lot of breathmints. Can you imagine if Superman saved someone and they were like “man i appreciate being alive but he had some really bad garlic breath”? He would be so horrified.
  • He has a ratty, fucked-up old shirt that he wears whenever he is making pasta with red sauce. Even Superman cannot stand against the ability of red sauce to end up on whatever you happen to be wearing. HE WAS SO CAREFUL THIS TIME, HOW DID A STAIN END UP ON HIS BACK THAT JUST MAKES NO SENSE. Clark Kent’s weaknesses: kryptonite, tomato stains.
  • His ability to perfectly imitate anyone’s voice was one of the first things to manifest themselves, but this wasn’t the kind of thing anyone noticed was weird. It definitely didn’t seem like a power. He was just a small child who could do a really good Kermit the Frog. He sang Rainbow Connection at a middle school talent show and all the moms cried.
  • He definitely has a playlist to cheer himself up and get pumped and it has Eye of the Tiger and You’re the Best on it. Probably also half the Top Gun soundtrack.
  • Clark Kent’s twitter is pretty standard snarky newsman except with more farming memes. No one can tell how ironic the farming memes are. They might not be ironic at all. Clark Kent might be really sincere, or he might just be so ironic that he has circled back around into sincerity. No one knows. He’s also really good at that thing where you retweet two things from a person that side-by-side reveal they are a dingus. I don’t know if there’s a word for that.
  • His Snapchat is all dogspotting, with occasional rare dance breaks. He’s a pretty good dancer since he found those YouTube tutorials. He does this thing with his hips that Lois finds deeply upsetting for reasons she cannot articulate.
  • Jimmy asked Clark how he got so fit once and Clark was like “uh, farming. farm. eyup.” But he kept pressing for deets and Clark ended up just telling him that he’d pulled a Milo of Croton??? He lifted a newborn calf over his head and then just did that every single day until he was lifting a cow over his head. Jimmy knows nothing about farming or cows or physical fitness and this seemed plausible enough to him.
  • He has a blog where he posts rejected articles and it is the wonkiest thing in the entire world because that is why they got rejected. Perry takes one look at these articles and is like “it will take more words than I want to pay you for just to explain the setup for this article and also there are five people total who care, in the world, including you”
  • He has to be really careful when he buys clothes because he needs to make sure that they aren’t too tight and he has full range of motion. He does not want to relive The Skinny Jeans Incident. Shirts that say ‘I flexed and the sleeves fell off’ are only funny until it happens to you, then they are just horrible reminders. Popped seams everywhere. There is no way to explain that without looking like a huge tool.
  • Even when Superman has a really shitty day he keeps it together until he gets home, but then he shuts the balcony door and peels off his costume and Clark does the Tina Belcher groan for like ten minutes while he takes a shower because he got covered in sewer mutant or space crab or god knows and UUUUUUUUUUGH. Fortunately the nice older lady in the apartment next door always seems to know when he has had a shitty day and she brings him pie.
  • She can hear his melodramatic bullshit from over at her place, that’s how she knows. They share a bathroom wall and it practically echoes. If she times it right he will answer the door before he has put a shirt on because he doesn’t want to leave her waiting in the hall. She does not know what his day job is and it definitely does not occur to her that he is Superman because her primary interaction with him is that he acts like a whiny bitch and she brings him pie so she can ogle him. She is a simple woman who enjoys life’s simple pleasures.
  • The Kryptonian language is really complicated in terms of tonality, context, word order, musicality, etc, and the written language reflects that. Things like the order things are in, how things overlap, colors, etc, are all important. So basically I really like the idea of his symbol being one that represents his family name and says that he is of the House of El. It’s really just basically his last name.
  • If Starfleet gets to have replicators then Krypton gets to have replicators and Jor-El definitely stuck one in the ship so his son would have, you know, food and clothing. But only Kryptonians can use their tech because they’re who the neural interface is designed for so whoops they got real lucky that Kryptonian babies love milk from Earth goats. Clark only started using the replicator later but it only knows how to make Kryptonian things and only some of those are useful to him.
  • Okay so here is where I tie those last two bullet points into something fucking dumb that you will take out of my cold dead hands: Clark got the costume out of the replicator. It didn’t necessarily understand what he wanted though? Like, the concept of a costume didn’t really translate, but it got the idea that he wanted an active uniform, so that is what it made. It’s brightly colored and has his last name on the front. Clark is wearing a Kryptonian football jersey is what I’m getting at. Later Kara will be VERY confused by this. Imagine ending up on an alien planet and meeting your cousin and he’s been fighting crime dressed like a quarterback.
  • Most telepathy does not work because different neural patterns. Diana can only manage it if she uses her lariat and even then it’s like trying to lasso a freight train that does not stop. It’s extremely disorienting. J'onn has just accepted that Superman can hear him but he’s not going to get anything back. It’s like the psychic equivalent of a dial tone for him. He’s trying to call his bro but their family has dialup. He tries not to fuck with it because he doesn’t want to poke around in Superman’s head blind and break something.
  • Clark can’t type with super speed because he’ll break the keyboard and the computer can’t keep up. Instead he uses shorthand along with a custom set of AutoHotKey macros and it is honestly infuriating how fast he can get things written with this setup. But also if he doesn’t have AutoHotKey on whatever he’s typing with then sometimes Lois will get an email like: ll] dyk f pw mde a dec wrt t $l stry? ]ck
  • A woman was told by her therapist to try talking to at least one person once a week but she decided to cheat by just talking to her empty apartment under the guise of telling Superman about her day because lol he can hear everything allegedly so this definitely counts and is what the doctor was going for with this. When she has to go to the hospital for a medical emergency she comes home and there is a note on her counter wherein Superman explains that he was worried because he hadn’t heard from her in a while, so he swung by to check on her. When he found out what happened he watered her plants and fed her goldfish and also that cat that he thought might be hers (she does not have a cat). She is completely mortified because she was just being full of shit she did not actually believe he could hear her oh god what all did she even say and whose cat is this???
  • Look if you are in Metropolis and you loudly say HEY SUPERMAN there is a very good chance he will hear it even if he doesn’t mean to. He is not trying to eavesdrop, that’s just what happens when you yell someone’s name in earshot.
  • He doesn’t wear the costume under his clothes because you may have noticed a running theme here where the universe is conspiring to ruin his clothes and leave him running around shirtless all the time. I mean thank god for the rest of us but he would rather not risk someone spilling their drink all over him somehow and suddenly his shirt is transparent and you can see the big S. It’s bad enough when it happens under ordinary circumstances. How often can one man get drinks spilled all over him? You would be shocked. Shocked. His eyes are up here, Lois.
Daddy’s girl | JUGHEAD JONES X BETTY COOPER | SMUT PT ONE

REQUESTED IMAGINE!  @myterribletwenties  so it can start like when Betty and Jughead start taking things further, they start teasing each other in public as part of a bet of who can drive the other crazier to the point of no return, you know? It can be a smut series of like him pleasure-torturing her and vice versa until they finally have fun and kinky sex. I can see Betty being the one who drives Jughead craaaazy but idk it’s up to you on who you’d want to win. 


[ I kinda go with the plot anddd yeaa lets see what happens ] 

A/N: First thing first. I want to say how sorry I’am because I had an amazing vision towards this imagine but sadly I cant write it like I wanted to because I don’t have enogh time for anything. And I know you wait so long for it and 
I am so angry at myself that I didn’t give myself 100% for it. And its kinda making me sad and depressed = smad .
But I just hope you will like it. And tell me if you don’t like something. 

WARNING(S): Dirty language, swearing, smut af, daddy kink, teasing and mentions of smoking’ Betty Cooper is a SAVAGE  mentions of southside serpents like if we care. and mentions of Bryce Walker u know him. 
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CHARACTER(S): Jughead Jones x Betty Cooper (mom and dad) 

Don’t read if you're under 18 (lmao just kidding again) 


Having an unspoken bond can mean a lot of things. Many people have the tendency to throw the term around to lovers, friends, and sibilings without knowing the genuine and authentic meaning behind it. 

Although, a meaning doesn’t have to be one with words. In fact, I believe a word that is expressed stronger through emotion is more meaningful that a word know by it’s definition from a world-know dictionary application just a click away. 

An unspoken bond can be shown in action, words, even colliding lips. It’s by the way they lean towards you a bit more to make you feel safe and secure. It’s by the way they know that you’re saying when your eyes are the only ones speaking. 

It’s magical. Yet, it’s the most dangerous and hear-on-the-line bond, because putting your entire self into one’s trust goes either ways: they hold onto you for dear life, or they let you burn. 

Now of course, I only came to think of this deep shit at half past one in the morning. I can’t sleepm and I don’t know whether it’s because I’ve had too much coffe to drink or because of this beautiful sight snoring his fucking brains out beside me. 

I slowly slide Jughead’s arm from around my waist to his side, slipping out of the sheets as quietly as I can. Before walking to the door, I slide off my pants, leaving me in my panties and shirt. Finally. I feel alive again. 

As the cold air hits my thigs, I stretch my back and walk to Jughead’s slightly open room door, slipping out with dangerous tip-toe’s. 

The only light coming from the darkness of the house is the single kitchen light hanging over the counter. I walk down the stairs, going straight for the fridge. 

I lean against the cold metal, scanning through the beverages until my eyes spot a familiar one. I grab two bottles of milk, settling them down slowly on the counter behind me. 

I latch the fridge back within itself before I take a seat on one of the stools surrounding the counter. Why I’m drinking milk at almost two in the morning? I don’t know. Am I enjoying it? Yes. The answer is always yes. 

I hear certain footsteps skipping down the stairs, soon revealing the undoubteddly messy dark locks and shirtless skin belonging to no other that him. I sit up straight, watching as he walks closer to me. 

My eyes meet his, though we both don’t speak. Instead, he grabs the bottle of milk sitting in front of me, eyes still not leaving mine as he chugs a good amount of it down his throat. His hand goes up to wipe the remaining around the corner of his mouth before he sets it down. Talent, my friends. 

I watch his naked back walk to the highest cabinet, reaching up and shoving off his toned body, muscles and all. I’d lick cake off him any time, any where. 

He reaches down after grabbing a small white box, still giving me his back as he fumbles with it. I assume it’s a cigarette box when he reaches for the lighter, the clicking sound of it evident through the quiet house. 

I turn my stool completely around to face his back, leaning elbows behind me as I watch him put the cigarette in his mouth, blowing it in the air towards the celling. I shouldn’t find this to describe for words, but in my defense, he can make a hot dog consume look hot. 

The smoke emitting artistically from his pouted pink lips, his naked skin glowing due to shine of the moonlight entering the house through windows and cracks. He’s beautiful annd he’s mine. 

Leisurely, he begins inching closer to me, the cigarette held between his fingers almost like it’s meant to be there. I can only imagine the times he’s smoked invisible to my presence. Does he smoke when he’s stressed? When he’s bothered? I crave knowing, even the littlest things about him. 

“What’s on your mind, princess?” his throaty voice inquires, suspending smoke into the air overlooking him. 

“Honestly,” I chuckle, “just you.” 

In swift seconds I feel his body is between my legs, a strong hand grabbing ahold of my head, fingers lacing into the roots of my hair. Tilting my neck to his liking. I feel his lips come into contact with mine tightly. The sudden action takes me by surprise, making me gasp. 

The way his lips move along makes me dizzy. I crave the way he latches his wet lips with mine so desirably like the last thing on his mind is letting go. 

My arms go around his waist in instinct, pulling him closer if even possible. His tongue enters my mouth, caressing and exploring, triggering a moan to escape my lips. Our lips keep a perfomance, heating the clousure of our bodies. 

His kisses become lower in pace, teasing me as he bites my lower lip, breathing into my mouth. I almost feel my knees buckling right then and there.. 

Jughead pulls away but keeps his lips at close proximity to mine, panting heatedly into my partet one’s. I gain feeling to his toned body pressed against mine, the sultriness radiating off his naked chest and shoulders. 

“Babe,” I mumble, pulling him back by waistband of his sweatpants, connecting our lips back together. 

I feel a chuckle escape his lips before his sweet taste fills my mouth once again. Peppering my sweet repeated kisses onto his lips, a smile forms onto his mouth. God, I could do this all damn day. 

“Baby,” he mumbles between kisses. “Let’s go for a ride,” he suggest, both of his hands easing from my hair and settling onto the sides of my neck, drawing shapes onto the naked flesh. 

“What?” I furror my eyebrows curiously. 

“I wanna take you somewhere,” he pulls back, confidence filling his posture and satisfaction in his words. He disposes the cigarette into the bin beside him, licking his lips afterwards. “Right now.” he determinates. 

Dammit, Jughead,” I groan. “I swear if it’s some new twenty four hour taco place like the last time, I’ll personally make sure you die mid-orgasm.” 

Ah, the true meaning of pleasure and pain. You know wha’d be funny? The cause of death: died halfway through coming. Lame ass. 

You know what’d be funnier? Saying “I’m glad you could come,’ to the guests at the funeral and having them reply. “Too bad your boyfriend didn’t.” 

I may or may not go to hell for the things I think at two in the morning. 

“Oh come on baby, now that’s just mean.” he shakes his head, faking sadness. 

I might be in love with him now but the urge to kick him in the balls hasn’t left since the day I met him. 

“It’ll be worth it, I promise and I can’t belive I’m gonna say this but I’m gonna go get you something to throw on, give me a sec,” he raies his finger, disappearing into his room up the stairs. 

Not even a minute later, he comes back with his torso fully clothed and his shoes on, carrying a pair of sleeping shorts I’ve left here once and my shoes. 

“I’ll go start the car, don’t be late,” he hands me the clothing pices, placing a sweet kiss to my forehead before he grabs his keys from the counter. 

I wiggly my feet into the shorts and pull them up, watching them hang loose and wide around my waist. Messily putting on my shoes, I follow him to the car, making sure to lock the door behind me. 

“You good, princess?” Jughead asks, holding onto the steering wheel. 

I shut the door, smiling in response. He does a double take, smilling at me in a question before he speaks. “Can I ask you something?” he inquires geninly. 

“Of course,” I lean into the seat. 

“You always had your hair up– when we met I mean, now you always have it down. You said you liked it up, but that wasn’t the case wasn’t it?” he smiles widely. 

A wide smile conquers my lips at his theory. It’s incredible how much he notices. I turn to him, my cheeks beginning to burn from smiling too widely. “Just drive, butt boy,” I fold my arms over my chest. 

“Your hair’s your guard, itsn’t it? You let your guard down for me, that’s why you let yourself wear it down around me.” he smiles, eye glistening and all. 

I let out breathy chuckle. “What can I say? You took my breath away.” 

He chuckles as he shaking his head in response. I hear him kick off the engines and begin his drive to whatever he want’s to take me at two in the morning. 

The streets are quiet, almost dead. I’ts crazy how at the same exact time right now at different places around this same place, everyone is in bed and possibly in the same position, asleep. 

The quietness echoes like seas of tranquility. My mind dozes off whike my body falls into the comfort of his warmth filling the car. I lean into the seat, making myself comfortable as i feel like this would be a long drive. 

Five minutes into the drive and I’m already feeling the need to throw myself outside this window. I cannot take this. 

Although the silence is comfortable between us, I can’t seem to get my mind off everything that’s happened right on the hood of this car. 

God damn, I remember is so clearly. His fingers, his talented, long, pleasureable fingers. They could do wonders, and I can’t keep my eyes off them tightened around the stirring wheel. 

I feel my mouth begin to gape apart, and so I shock myself back into reality, trying to focus on anything but the talented things he could do with that body. 

I sit up straight, sighing out in frustration before leaning towards Jughead’s side of the seat. I move my hand and place it on his thigh. “Jug,” I groan, gradually moving my hand upwards. “Where are we going?” I rub my thumb in circples into his inner thigh, seeing his arms tighten around the wheel and his back shoot up straight. 

“Almost there, princess,” he answers sternly, turning the wheel to a complete left. My hand stays on his thigh, mindlessly caressing his cloth covered skin. 

The car comes to a halt on the side of an unfamiliar road. There doesn’t seem to be life anywhere around a five block radius from this place. 

The lack of houses tell me this place itsn’t familly friendly. I can also tell from the strip club in the corner of this area. 

I look at Jughead in confusion, waiting for an explanation. He nods his head to me and unlocks the car doors, stepping out as he looks both ways. 

I follow his lead, stepping outsid of the car and going to Jughead’s side. Immediately, he takes a hold of my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine tightly before he starts walking, pulling me with him. 

Walking around the unknown area, Jughead’s hand hasn’t decreased in tightness. His eyes wander around the place every seconds before he pulls me closer. I only hope he isn’t planning on feeding me some jungle animals or something like that. 

We reach a gate, a big black one at that. Jughead uses his free hand to pull it up, giving me lovely viev of his perfectly build biceps. He holds it up, nodding at me to cross under. I do as told, waiting for him to cross under with me. 

The loud bang of th gate’s latching to the ground floor startles me, making Jughead to pull me to his side, rubbing his thumb over our already laced hands. 

“I’ve got you,” he unsures, moving us to another door located in the corner of the area into the gate. 

This place give me the chills. I don’t like it. 

I move behind Jugead’s shoulder, leaning my head against him as he contemplates the lock of the door. 

Presently enogh, I hear an opening sound. 

“Jug, you’re kinda scaring me,” I admit hesitantly, moving my head from his shoulder. 

He doesn’t reply, but squeezes my hand. A gesture that makes me wanna melt into him once again. 

We walk into a hallway, showcasing one the other gate door right in the center. 
Jughead turns to look at me, giving me a smile before his hand moves to push open the door. 

My mouth almost falls open as my brain registers the place I’m in. A wide open stadium with a fighting rink located in the middle of it. The largeness of the room is wide enogh to create schoes. 

I see blood scattered around the dirt floors, making me flinch to think about Jughead. An old bar is set in the left corner, seats for audiences are placed all around the rink, fitting more that three hundred people just for sitting. 

“Welcome in Southside S.” Jughead’s free arm opens wide, a smirk forming onto his lips. His movements come to a stop making me stand alongside him, taking in the area. 

“Those two weeks ago, when you didn’t go to school at all,” I turn to him, my hand still in his. “This was where you were?” I raised my eyebrow in pure curiosity. 

“Yes,” he nods. 

“Everytime you left, you were here?” i furrow my eyebrows. 

“Yeah,” he smiles sadly. “I don’t regret not telling you about this. I knew it’d kill you, and I knew you’d try to stop me,” he shrugs, pushing his body closer to mine. 

“What’s his name?” I asked  

He shook his head closing his beautiful eyes for a moment “Bryce.. I have to fight with him, for my mom sake, babygirl” 

I let go of his hand, taking both of mine and wrapping them around his waist. He takes no time to bring his arms around my neck, rocking me back and fourth gently. 

“It’s not worth it Jughead.” 

“Look at me,” he mumbles, pushing his body even closer to mine. I keep my eyes down, not trusting myself to look into his. “Look at me.” he demands, pulling my chin up with his fingers. 

I bring my head up, eyes to eye with an angel in disguise, “He did some bad things, baby. He hurt my mom really bad” he states gritting through his teeth. 
“I will do anything for my familly and you. And I have to do this, especially if it’s something to ensure your satety.” 

“How many fights do you have left?” I inquire, barely a whisper in his ear. 

“Its not important. You know what, I’ll make fucking sure he doesn’t breathe your way either.” 

“Can I come?” I ask, pulling away from his hold with a wide smile on my face. Oh the things I’d do to watch Bryce get beaten up. 

“No,” he says immediately. “No, absolutely not,” he shrugs. 

“Come on,” I roll my eyes. I drive my lips to the base of his neck, kissing my way softly up to his jaw. “I promise I’ll be good. I just wanna watch Walker have his ass handed to him” I chuckl. “And think of all the ways I can wish you luck.” I tease. 

“That’s not gonna work princess,” he chuckles, kissing my temple gently. “Let’s go back to the car,” he sighs, re-intertwining my fingers with his. 

I exhale our frustration, knowing well enogh Jughead wouldn’t change his mind for shit. 

We stroll out of the place easily. Jughead locking the gate behind us before we make our way to his car. 

I slide into my seatt, folding my arms and rubbing my thigs together. Thoughts about have been swarming my mind the moment we left the house and I can’t seem to get rid ot them now. 

The way his strong tanned arms hold onto the wheel, as tight as his hands wrap around my thigs. The way he licks his lips when he’s focused, oh fuck, the things he could do with those lips. 

I feel the heat between my legs begin to increase as my stomach knots in frustration. I need his so bad. I’m afraid I’ll moan if he does as much as look at me. 

I keep my silence, breathing out gently and keeping my thigs tightly pressed together. Jughead doesn’t seem to notice my squirming beside him, although I’m about to explode in a few seconds. 

Minutes pass by my mind and eyes haven’t left his flawlessly sculpted body since. We get closer to his house but he slows the car down, making me groan out in vexation. 

“What is it baby girl?” Jughead speaks, turning his head to look at me with a smirk plastered clearly on his face. 

“Hm?” I attempt to look in wonder, my hands crossed over the obvious wet patch now sinking from my panties into my shorts. 

Suddenly, the car comes to a stop. Jughead’s hands harshly move from the gear before he turns his position coming forward and leaning both his arms on either side of my seat, hovering over me. 

“Tell me,” he whispers demandigly, his eyes moving from mine to my lips. Jughead licks his lips, making my heart thump resoundingly against my chest almost loud enogh for him to hear. 

I look up into his dominant eyes staring deep into mine. He doens’t move his gaze, demanding an answer. 

Sighing. “I need you,” I mumble inaudubly, looking down to my lap. 

“Come again, baby?” he teases with a tilt of his head and smirk evident on his lips. 

“I need you, please,” I whimper, locking my eyes with his. 

Holding himself to my side with one hand, he uses the other to wrap around the side of my waist, rubbng the skin softly as he gradually moves his hand lower. 

“Tell me what you want,” he traces his fingers in a ticklish motion towards my lower waist, wrapping his hand around the material of my shorts. 

Anything, just please,” I breath out, throwing my head up at the lack of contact

His hands abruptly moves to the center of my shorts. Jughead starts to move my underwear to the side, very slowly at first showing off my wetness clear and dripping for him, watching slosely to see my reaction. 

I groan at the cold air hitting my area, wanting any sort of friction against my sensitive throbbing area. 

“Look at you,” he chuckles, sliding his middle finger up and down my slit, spreading my wetness painfully slow. “Such a mess for me,” his voice deepens, lust filling his intentions as he slides a finger into my etrance, making me shift in pleasure in my seat. 

His eyes don’t leave mie, demanding me to keep my stare on his. His thumb joins his workings, pressing and rubbing onto my vulnerable spot. “Does this feel good, baby?” he purrs, panting heatedly into my lips. 

I feel his hard on growin into the tightness of his jeans , making me bite my lips surprising a moann too emit from my mouth. I may or may not faint. 

“Mhmm,” I pant, starting to feel my climax build up. My stomach starts to form a knot of frustration, driving me on edge. 

Adding another finger, he fastens his pace, eyes still not leaving mine. His lips sloppily fall onto mine, the wetness and heat of his mouth parting my lips unknowingly. 

Uhh, I’m so close,” I whimper , feeling myself come to an edge. My high almost rides onto me when I feel his fingers pull out. He leans back into his seat and begins to drive, leaving me a complete and utter mess. 

Hot and bothered. I pant out loudly, bitting my lip in frustration. I rub my thigs harshly together once again. “Fuck you Jug,” I moan, shuffling in my seat. 

“Patience is a virtue, princess,” he smirks, fastening his driving speed. 

I move my shorts and underwear onto my highly sensitive area, wanting to feel any sort of release or friction against it. 

Minutes pass by feeling like hours when he finally puls the car back to his house. I angirly push open the door, coliding it back again with it’s frame strongly before I march to the front door. 

I open the door with ease, taking off my shoes and throwing them beside the kitchen place. Fuck. I’m gonna kill him. 

I hear the car noise indicating he’s locket it, soon following by his footsteps entering the house and closing the door behind him. He throws the keys onto the counter, eyeing my bothered and panting self with a snigger plastered onto his face. “Something bothering you, baby?” he fake pouts. 

“You know what, fine!” I put my hands up, shrugging “I’ll do it myself!” I huff, turning arund to march ip the stairs. 

I walk into Jughead’s room, purposely leaving the door wide open. I slide my shorts down my legs, pushing them aside with my feet before I place myself onto his bed. 

The previously messy sheets give me a feel of Jughead’s presence, driving me crazier that I have been minutes ago. He’s gonna pay for this. 

I lean myself over again the headboard, shutting my eyes closed and throwing my head back. I feel my back arch when I let my hand reach contact with my white lace covered wetness. 

This is the only time I’ll thank Jughead’s dad for leaving him here alone. 

I rub myself, humming in satisfaction. I move my legs upwards, pulling off my panties and shoving them onto the floor. I keep my eyes closed, my hands in-between my thigs over my bundle of nerves. 

I hear Jughead’s footsteps come closer by the second, getting me excited. I moan loudly, wanting to grab his attention. And no doubt, seconds later, his body appears at the front of the door, his eyes plastered onto my pleasuring hand. 

He bites his lips, coming closer to the edge of the bed. Jughead leans forward, placing his face right in front of my knees, his eyes filling up with lust and passion. 

I spread my knees apart, openin up my legs and shoving myself to him completely. He groans at my dampness licking his lips. 

The cold room air touches my heat, and the shine of the moonlight made it glisten somewhat. I know he couldn’t resist the sight of me at such an angle. 

He brings his face closer to my opening. I feel his hot breath panting in lust as I moan in complecency. 

I trace a finger up and down my slit in front of him, smiling to myself when I see his eyes widen in their desire for me. I play around the patch of wetness moaning when I press into it. “Jughead,” I moan, knowing well enogh how to tease him. 

Jughead’s stare fixates right onto my area as my fingers playfully spread the folds apart. “I want you so bad, baby girl,” he groans, palming himself though the tightness of his clothing. 

I take his pleas, drawibg out a long groan when I play out myself for him. 
“I thought patience’s a virtue, baby?” I smirk 

He watches intensively as I roll the pad of my pointer fingers around my swollen sensitivity, giving me a sensible feeling of pleasure. I can’t lie how much I want him. So badly. 

My teeth tug my bottom lip hard, trying to repress a groan at the sight in front of me. Jughead lustfully and beautifully begging. What a beautiful sight. 

My body feels like it’s on fire and I could feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I close my legs tightly in exasperation, wanting nothing more that feel relase, to feel him. 

I feel the heat of his panting at the top of my thighs, making me throw my head back at the close proximity of our bodies, with no satisactory contact leading to pleasure for either of us from one another. 

“Open up for me, princess,” he demands, eyes darkly looking into mine, gently caressing his free hand over the sides of my thigh. 

“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Punish me?” I reply back sarcastically arching my back in order to tease him. 

“Oh no, baby,” he smirks, pushing himself up on the bed, hovering over my entire body as our faces come lining each other. His hands keep him up, makin his veins pop out artistically from his biceps down to his arms. 

“I don’t punish. In fact, I’d like to make it up to you, princess” he tilts his head, licking his lips painfully slow for me to watch. 

“And how are you gonna do that?” I murmur, letting my lips brush onto his. 

Let my hands move to his neck, holding it lightly as I let my fingers play with the ends of his hair. 

“I plan on apologizing. First with my fingers,” his raspy voice speaks promisingly,” he places a featherlike kiss onto my top lip. 

“And finally,” he grinds his hardness onto my spread legs, making me whimper. 

His lips move to my neck, kissing so distressingly slow down across my jaw, licking and nibbling at the skin. 

I pant heavily while he hums against the base of my throat. “I’m gonna make you come so many times, you’ll be begging me to stop,” he smirks. 

Jughead cocks his head up. His hand moves to my jaw, holding it lightly. I feel his thumb come in contact with my lower lip, brushing his thumb over the soft skin roughly from one side to the other. 

“— and you’re gonna love every second of it, right princess?” 


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anonymous asked:

i've been wondering a lot about hoseok and his dance background lately. do you know when he started dancing, what style he started with and which style of dance he has most experience with? also what dance style would you classify boy meets evil as? (sidenote: dance style of lie?) i'm bombarding you bc i know you have some experience in dancing haha sorry 1/ ~F

Also, I often see people saying that hoseok’s only good at street dance/popping and isn’t a versatile dancer (often when they compare him to jimin) but im just???? Yeah it’s true that hoseok hasn’t shown as wide a range of styles as jimin has but that doesn’t mean he’s not a versatile dancer??? 2/ ~F

Sometimes (esp during group dances), he doesn’t show his full potential; however, you can’t say that it’s his limit because he’s not /trying/ to outshine the others. Similar to that, if he isn’t showing you the whole range of dances he can perform, how can you say he’s bad? (I feel like this analogy is confusing. Feel free to ignore rip) Also, were these people sleeping during the spring day choreo or… ???? 3/ ~F

ANON you will not believe the noise i just made when i saw these messages in my inbox !!!!! i’d love to answer your questions fpasdlgh. just a heads up that this is gonna be long; i’m sorry, i talk a lot and don’t know when to shut up & also like listening to my own (metaphorical) voice too much sometimes

1. hoseok’s been dancing since freshman (?) year of high school and started out with street (x) while this is a considered a short time for professional dancers, i’m only exposed to classical art forms, so i’m unsure how that factors into this style (´~`ヾ) and yes, that means this is the base of his technique !

2. i would classify BME as 100% hip hop/street. although they can be seen as widely different genres, it’s a popular style that’s taken off these past few years in the dance community. it’s got street elements in it, but it’s more controlled, more polished. (also: yeah idk what “lie” is………..urban lyrical pseudo contemporary with modern influences?????????? lmao at this point hip hop has grown so much i’d just call it that)

3. fam i’m in the same boat as you! hoseok is a very versatile dancer :o he can adapt to many different styles, given that they’re not asking him to start doing fouettes or something.

  • his main style
  • a subgenre of street called “bounce” although they are both “street”, each subgenre is really different from each other & it’s not easy to pick one up. here, you can see the difference between hoseok and jimin during practice. hoseok goes deeper, lower, lighter, smoother, etc. his arms come up to near his chin when he lunges to the front & there’s no part of the combo where he’s simply arrived @ a position and then stays there; he’s always moving, always milking every step, always engaged 
  • butterfly here, his musically is really strong bc he utilizes every part of his body in order to fill up the counts. you can really see the movement going thru every single muscle: the way his chest caves in, the shoulders, the hands, his head, the fluidity of his arms. as a dancer, you want every single action to be deliberate. you need control of even your fingers in order to constantly extend energy outwards, and hoseok takes that into account
  • arirang medley
  • perfect man (aka my life) is killer bc of the required speed/stamina; there is no break in this piece. if you get off you can’t get back in lmao and you can clearly see some members struggling with to stay on time with the footwork
  • am i wrong
  • spring day i 100% agree with what you’re saying about this piece !!!! there is so much going on here, and after watching all the individual fancams i wanna say that both he and jimin are the ones who shine the most consistently thru the entire dance.

    the slide to the ground? hoseok jumps the highest, gets the most airtime. the roll up from the floor? he really pushes himself and utilizes his back flexibility & holds his core in order to make sure that his head is the last thing that comes up. i was pleasantly surprised to see him tackle this choreography, esp the move i just mentioned, just to see how he’d do. he really pushed himself with this piece, and i’m glad he got the chance to grow as a dancer; probably with help from jimin, as this is more his department.

    the only qualm i have with him is during the wedge part where their left legs are going in & out, he needs to start pulling his left side over more …… he’s no longer square by like? the second step out n his ribs are reallllly swinging open fpfahdgt it’s kinda bothering me lol CLOSE UR RIBCAGE HOSEOK !!!!! i know u can do it

despite all of these pieces being different styles, you can tell that hoseok constantly strives to take the extra step above & beyond. he’s always looking for places where he can add Something More to the piece, even when it’s not given explicitly in the choreography. he gives it his All in hype dances, and that’s what made him stand out to me from the rest.

4. yes yes yes yes yes,,,, thank you for pointing that out! some people shit on hoseok’s dance king title because he doesn’t seem to stick out during groupwork and i’m here to tell you that 1) that’s utter bullshit lmao go ahead and watch all the solo fancams i assure you that he is Up There (debatable for certain dances, but he holds top 1 for fire & bst, no question) and 2) he might not go full out bc he’s dancing in a group.

what some fans forget is that he is part of a group, and the whole point when you’re part of a group is that you “take one for the team” and don’t treat it like a solo; you’re not supposed to stick out. even dance line 2.0 (namjin) don’t draw negative attention bc they bust their asses in order to keep up with the rest of the group !!!!!! BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO STICK OUT !!!!!

the whole point is that ur a cohesive unit doing one thing !!!!!!!!!!! you’re supposed to look the same !!!!!!! like…………if you’re really on balance during a performance, you’re not going to do six pirouettes. you finish the double like the rest of the corps, and you book it to your next step. groups thrive in unity, and if you can’t even give that up in order to get your limelight, then i’m sorry: you don’t deserve a solo.

this is why professionals always start out in the corps to prove that they can work well with others, handle the roles given to them, dance as a collective, and then use their work ethic/diligence to stand out during classes & rehearsals to show the artistic director that they’re ready to be promoted to a higher ranking. you demonstrate that you can handle a group environment before anything else 

hoseok doesn’t outshine the others because that’s not his job, and that is not what he is there to do. he is purposefully coexisting with the group in order to make the dance look & feel cleaner

5. kinda going off the fourth point: i agree, once again. he still showcases that he’s pushing himself, but not to the point where he purposely outshines the others. the discipline that comes with purposeful restraint is often overlooked, and i would never slander a dancer for doing so. if i know how far someone’s able to go, i can also appreciate how far they reign themselves in.

ofc, there’s the rare moment when hoseok Really lets loose like the iconic extended choreo for fire during MAMA 16 and you can see how much farther/harder/faster/stronger/full out he’s going compared to the rest of the group. there was a comment that remarked how he made the rest of bts look like his backup dancers, and i can’t agree more. lol i ain’t even biased, just watch from 4:43 onward.

when he jumps, he jumps higher than the others. when he turns his knees in, his feet are spread farther apart than the rest of the members, even though the choreo is fast and the wider your stance is, the slower you’re able to move. he makes every step clear. it’s precise, it’s sharp. his arms move quick, but they hit every position. there is no perceived rush that comes with not knowing what’s coming next or being late

the usage of his head, the ability to go move so fast but still remain fluid (rolling through his chest, loose shoulders, placed arms), jumping farther, traveling more, generally taking up more space than the others w his limbs, making things look incredibly energetic, are all key factors that put him up on another level. yes, someone can move their head, but hoseok moves it further, yes, someone can kick their leg out, but hoseok kicks his further (even so that it’s no longer within his center of balance, and i genuinely fear for him)

not to mention!!! 9 minutes into killer choreography and he is still slaying the facials. his charisma is off the charts, and it’s clear that he’s having so much fun???? he engages the audience with his expressions & isn’t afraid to use it to work the crowd, which is something i’m missing from others bc (as with all dancers) they sometimes get caught up too much with technique instead of performance. also his stage-to-audience connection is Insane. it’s so hard to do it right w/o looking like you’re staring someone down or alienating them, so basically

the ability to keep up/go beyond with fast choreo while also making it engaging thru stage presence is incredibly difficult and is another factor that puts hoseok above the rest of bts in dance

The Past On Your Doorstep - AU

Dean x Reader

Summary: After more than 4 years Dean knocks on your door, surprising the hell out of you. Then it’s his turn to be surprised when he sees a little girl standing next to you.

A/N: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Word Count: 1900+

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thewackygiant  asked:

During one of the many marches in DAO, Alistair forgets to drink enough water and starts hallucinating badly. No one notices until he starts shouting about 3 headed Darkspawn that aren't there and running madly into the trees clucking like a chicken. Note: Based on a true story.

Well I for one, would love to hear this story.

Leliana:
Of course Leliana is concerned, but she isn’t ever going to let him live this down. After trying to get a coherent response out of him (and failing), and checking him over to see where he might have been bitten by a venomous animal or struck with a poison dart, she finally realizes he is showing all the symptoms of dehydration. She passes him a waterskin and has them all rest for a while. Then the writing begins, she is a bard after all!

Loghain: He. Is. Done. He grabs Alistair by the back of his hair and yanks him down onto a rock, briefly going over him to check for other symptoms of poisoning. One he realizes it is simply dehydration, Loghain has to fight the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. Of course this buffoon would forget to hydrate. He passes him a waterskin and waits for Alistair to return to his senses… or at least to quiet down. Loghain isn’t really sure Alistair had any senses to begin with.

Morrigan: Oh, oh this should be good. She milks it for as long as she can, laughing as he continuously makes a greater fool of himself than he usually manages to. How did he, of all the people in Thedas, manage to become a Grey Warden? Morrigan may be cruel at times, but she isn’t stupid, so when Alistair finally passes out she aids him in a small and noncommittal way, like a spell or health poultice. He has been a Warden for much longer, so he may know things their leader does not.  

Oghren:  As Alistair slowly descends into madness, he can’t help but laugh. “What? You drunk or something? ‘Cause whatever you’re drinking, don’t think I don’t want some!” If anyone knows how to drink it’s Oghren, so he passes Alistair his waterskin, telling him it’ll help keep any hangover at bay (after making him promise to let him have some of whatever he’s drinking later.) This inadvertently solves the problem, and Alistair is left rather embarrassed and confused the next day.

Shale: “It appears It has broken. I did not know fleshy creatures could break in such a manner. It’s incessant screaming is quite unbearable, something should be done.”

Sten: He is… confused to say the least. It is not common for the Qunari to fail in taking care of their bodies, so when Alistair manages to fail so miserably, he is at a loss for what to do. In all honesty Sten would most likely knock Alistair out, shove a health potion down his throat, and carry him like a sack of potatoes until they reach their destination. Why should Alistair’s… condition… hold them out? They have an Archdemon to fight!

Wynne: Out of everyone she is probably the only one experiencing pure concern. She had known something was wrong, but for whatever reason her worries was not acted upon. Now, with a hand on his forehead and a quick recounting of the day’s events she sighs and shakes her head, handing him a waterskin and casting a small Rejuvenation spell over him. “Oh, Alistair…”

Zevran: Once he has determined that Alistair’s life is in no immediate danger, he allows himself to sit back and laugh at the rather amusing manner he runs about, screaming of darkspawn and bumping into things. Not until things become a little more serious does he decide to care and lend Alistair some aid. After all, he does have royal blood.

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Alistair: 

Dog: 

anonymous asked:

four word prompt: please don't hate me

i was already working on this and then pictures of harry and a baby showed up today so i figured it was only appropriate to post dad harry today.

She crawls across the floor to Harry where he sits on the couch, little hands grabbing his trousers so she can pull herself up. When her tiny head pops above his knees and she sees him smiling down at her she squeals in delight, causing herself to fall back on her butt.
“Oh no,” Harry laughs, leaning over his knees so he can see her, “You alright, angel?”
She smiles up at him, rocking back and forth on her bottom. Harry checks his phone quickly and seeing what time it is, stands to go make her a bottle. “I’ll be right back, angel.” Avoiding telling her just what he was doing because she could pick up on words like “bottle” now and would probably start screaming. “Stay right here.” He lifts her and then puts her in the playpen, kissing the top of her head before heading to the kitchen.
He hated the formula, thought it smelt awful, but the doctor had insisted we switch over when he noticed she wasn’t gaining enough weight on your breast milk. It had absolutely crushed you and Harry remembered spending the whole night holding you and assuring you that you weren’t a failure and that it was out of your control.

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Originally posted by lodges-veronica


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: Clay touring new foreign students at school, but he preferred to point out its flaws, being angry and whatnots. (Y/N) then was ready to cheer Clay up.

Word count: 995

Posted: 25th of April 2017

A/N: Hi there guys! I wanted to rewrite Clay’s scene with the foreign students. It was amazing and he’s got a point in there. Let’s admit that Dylan Minnette’s acting was fantastic too. OMG!

P.S.: Guys, I need other Alex Standall requests, because I am having some feels. Thank you.

- G. x


You’ve been waiting for Clay to get out from the counselor’s office, since he got a little bit angry while he was touring the new foreign students in Liberty High School.

You’ve never seen an angry Clay Jensen before and you were almost sure that you would never want the angry one anymore, because he scared you when he shouted absurd things in the middle of the hallway earlier that morning.

“Oh, oh…” He happily said as he remembered of something beautiful. “Before we go, I want to show you something super cool.” You knew that he was being sarcastic.

“Clay, cut that out.” Courtney whispered as she slightly pushed Clay away from the foreign students, so that they couldn’t hear him.

Clay didn’t listen and he headed to Hannah’s former locker. The people in the hallway seemed so confused and worried, but you perfectly knew what Clay wanted to do. He was not fine and you knew it, some of the students knew it.

“Look at these lockers,” He pointed all the lockers lined up in the hallway. “They all look alike, right?” He sarcastically smiled as he tapped one particular locker. “Not this one.”

“Clay!” Zach tried to calm clay down, but he just shrugged it off and Zach remained quiet.

“This one is special.” He nodded a few times. “This belonged to a girl who killed herself!” His voice kind of raised as he was thinking of what happened to Hannah.

“Clay, come on!” Courtney tried to stopped him once again, but he just shook his head.

“You see all these don’t kill yourself posters up on the wall?” The sarcastic tone can be heard in his voice as he pointed different posters stuck up on the wall. “They weren’t up before, they put them up because she killed herself and why did she do it?” His voice raised once again and you perfectly saw his raging eyes. “Because the kids here treated her like shit!” He emphasized his words so the foreign students could understand him well.

“Jensen, that’s enough!” Justin grabbed Clay’s forearm, but he just pulled it away and remained standing in the middle of the hall.

“But no one wants to admit it so they paint over the bathrooms and put up a memorial because that’s the kind of school this is!” He pointed different directions of the school, obviously where the bathrooms and Hannah’s memorial were located.

You understood Clay, because it’s been awhile since he’s telling you something about Hannah’s recorded tapes. He would cry on your shoulders at night and he would ask you to sleep beside him so he wouldn’t be tormented anymore.

You stood up by Clay’s side, because, in the end, we were all grenades and, every time, it took us series of things, one above the other, before we blow up. The only difference was that we could explode many times.

“Everyone is just so nice until they drive you to kill yourself and sooner or later the truth will come out!” He shouted so everybody could hear his thought. He was so angry that his neck veins could be seen while he was letting his chagrins. “It’s going to come out, right Tony?” He looked at Tony that just entered the school’s entrance.

The foreign students were terrified, so were the other students. Who could’ve thought that Clay Jensen would react like this? No one.

“Clay!” The students turned their head to Mr. Porter as he came out of the office. “I think you should come to me right now. Get to class everybody, get to class!”

“Welcome to Liberty High.” He said before he turn his back to follow Mr. Porter. In that exact moment, it was Clay’s turn to explode and let his thoughts out. He was calmer this time, but he said it in a sarcastic way.

He got some dirty looks from the students and some of them were murmuring, talking of Clay’s attitude. You just shook your head as you dragged some of the people standing up in front of their lockers. .

“In class, shitheads.” You grabbed Zach’s arms as the group followed the two of you.

“Let’s go!” Mr. Porter called him and dragged him to his office.

You suddenly felt someone shaking your shoulder and you saw a worried Clay in front of you.

“Let’s go, (Y/N)!” You shook your head to stop your brain from thinking of the happenings earlier.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you got up from your seat. “Let’s go.”

“What were you thinking of?” He curiously asked as he got your backpack and hung it on his empty shoulder.

“What happened earlier?” You raised your eyebrow as you looked at him. “I mean, I know what happened, it’s ju-” He cut you from saying something else.

“I needed to let everything out.” He simply said and he let out a long and heavy sigh as you both walked in the middle of the hallway, getting some dirty looks from students.

“Do you want to talk about the tapes again? Maybe you just need someone who listens.” You offered him your help and he slowly nodded.

“You’re the best.” He hugged you once you got out of the school department and you hugged him back.

“C'mon! Some freshly baked cookies and cold milk are waiting for us at home.” He broke the hug and gave you a big and happy smile.

You started to walk home and he started to talk about the tapes once again. As he went on and on, you saw him being relaxed and relieved and it made you happy to know that he was feeling better.

“Thank you and I am sorry.” He felt guilty because you’ve always been helping him and it seemed like he wasn’t helping you that much lately.

“Don’t be sorry.” You winked at him. “Every grenade has a soldier that knows how to handle it very well.”


apanoplyofsong  asked:

OKAY I think I finally came up with an actual prompt?? Something to the effect of "we adopted a pet together and now my mom/whoever definitely thinks we're dating whoops"

10/10 any prompt with pets in it is an excellent prompt. hope you like it and thanks for being such a great friend! (ao3)


The thing about Bellamy Blake, as Clarke well knows, is that he’s incapable of not caring for things smaller and more defenseless than he is. Not when he could help instead. She knew this when he moved in with her. She knew it from the first time he gave drunk Raven a piggyback the whole way home.

What she didn’t know was how it would affect her life once he becomes her roommate.

It starts innocently enough, with Bellamy hanging a bird feeder on the balcony after he finds a nest built into a crevice there.

“How much research did you do last night?” Clarke asks, amusedly interrupting his verbal pros-and-cons rundown of different models at Home Depot. She’d come along in part because she thinks it’s funny, how worried he is about these birds who can ostensibly take care of themselves.

(She’d also come along because it’s really cute, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“I may have looked at a few comparison charts online,” he admits, smiling sheepishly. “I don’t want to spend good money on something that isn’t going to work the way I want it to.”

“I didn’t know there was a wrong way a bird feeder could work.”

“Hence the research.”

She shakes her head fondly and taps the smallest option. “Just get this one. We’re looking to feed one family, not the whole forest.”

He stares for another moment, then nods and starts putting the rest of the boxes back on the shelf.

“How come you’re never this decisive when we’re picking a restaurant for dinner?”

“My muse is fickle, Bellamy.”

“Uh-huh.”

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! Can I request RFA/Saeran+MC going grocery shopping together? Could you also include which aisle they would spend the longest time in? I hope that's not too much >.< Have a lovely day~

Here ya go! Grocery shopping is nice because there’s a lot of food and I’m quite fond of that stuff.

-Sevensity


Yoosung:

  • Ok but this boy knows what’s up
  • He’s been to the grocery store so many times, he can probably finish all his shopping with his eyes closed (or at least one of them closed if you know what I mean hahahhaha sorry)
  • He’s like those moms who are into super couponing probably because his own mom was too
  • He has a whole binder full of coupons waiting to be used, and he’s categorized them all according to types and %off.
  • Even if you’ve been grocery shopping before, going with Yoosung is a whole other deal
  • Jeez is it intense
  • Though who knew browsing the vegetable aisle with this boy by your side would prove to be such an enlightening experience?
  • Unless you tell him you already know most of the stuff he’s saying, Yoosung will not hesitate to stop in front of every single thing and tell you about its various uses in cooking, or just life in general
  • And by every single thing I mean every single damn thing, even if it’s considered elementary knowledge
  • “This is a banana—“
  • “I know Yoosung,I know.”
  • He’ll also teach you really simple recipes while you load up your cart with food
  • “If you have trouble sleeping, heat up some milk and sprinkle some powdered nutmeg into it!” actually very comforting imo
  • “For really brown bananas, if you don’t want to eat them or can’t use them at the moment, put them in the freezer and you can make yummy banana bread with them later!”
  • “If you ever slice apples and want to prevent them from turning brown, just dip them in a bit of lemon juice!”
  • Thank you Yoosung Sensei
  • Every time you go grocery shopping together, you know you’ll return home feeling like you just took an intensive nutrition class

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Literally everywhere????

The only aisle he doesn’t really visit is the liquor aisle, but other than that he’ll spend the same amount of time in each place. Occasionally he will steer clear of the milk section after remembering some, ah, unpleasant memories

Zen:

  • Okay so he’s not quite a dolt when it comes to grocery shopping that’s for sure, like he knows about the basics, and of course he’s a beer expert
  • Though he is nowhere close to being on Yoosung’s Godly Grocery level
  • and Zen will never admit that he doesn’t know jack shit about what he buys most of the time
  • He’ll try to seem knowledgeable just for you, and he does want you to eat healthy (”Fruits and vegetable ares good for the skin! Though my skin is already amazing enough.” thank you zen that makes me feel so much better about myself)
  • But he’s not sure what to do with 90% of the stuff he puts in your cart
  • When you guys go home, he’ll sneak a phone call to Yoosung, list all the items that he bought, and Yoosung in turn will teach him a few possible recipes
  • Tbh usually such a phone call would sound like some shady drug dealing cuz it starts all like:
  • “Hey, Yoosung,” Zen casts a wary eye around before whispering, “I’ve got new goods.  Can you hook me up with some plans?”
  • But it’s okay, you’ll relax once you hear them talking about the properties of lettuce
  • “Zen, let me get this straight. You bought a whole octopus…without actually knowing how to cook it?!”
  • “Uh, yeah.”
  • “WHY?!”
  • “Well, I can’t be her knight in shining armor if I don’t know how to deal with a mere octopus!”
  • When Seven hears about this, he’s all like “move aside fabled evil dragon, the princess in the tower is now guarded by a wriggling, squishy octopus. How will Zen slay the mighty beast?”

Spends longest time in:

Cosmetics aisle! And I mean spends a loooooooooooooOOOng time. He wants you to try stuff on. Then he wants you to give him a makeover. Then he wants to take pictures. Then he finds new products to try. The infernal cycle begins again. 


Jaehee:

  • She never really had any  time to go grocery shopping before, and so she would just buy her meals from the convenience store
  • So the first time you went shopping together, oh boy was this girl lost
  • Although she knows all the fruits and vegetables and different types of meat, so the basics,  she just doesn’t know what to buy because there are so many choices??
  • She just wants to buy everything and try it all 
  • And so she does
  • You’re zooming around all the aisles, and soon each of you have your own cart chock full of food
  • In the end, two end up buying too much and invite Yoosung over to help y’all cook 
  • “Okay, I get that you wanted to buy a lot to get variety, but that does not explain why you had to buy 10 packs of meat and a total of 5 types of squash,” says Yoosung, mildly exasperated. 

Spends the longest time in:

The bakery section! She likes to look at their desserts to get inspiration, and will sometimes by those that catch her fancy. Although she also does spend a lot of time in the coffee section, however, there usually isn’t a lot of variety so she tends to be a bit disappointed. 


Jumin:

  • h a H
  • Jumin Han grocery shopping?
  • “Why go to the grocery store when the grocery store could come to you?”
  • babe PLS
  • “If you really want to make food yourself, why don’t you just order the ingredients online?”
  • Because grocery shopping is fun? sometimes
  • If you’re so insistent about going to the store, he’s 100% down to open one someplace in the building just for you.
  • Once you turn down all his extravagant ideas and manage to drag his fine ass to the store, Jumin is frowning.
  • Just like Yoosung, he’ll stop in front of every product there is. But this time, he’ll talk about them from a business perspective.
  • “If a watermelon costs this much for one pound, then for it to be of a profitable price, the amount of edible watermelon must be equal to—”
  • “Jumin we’ve been standing here for ten minutes.”
  • He’ll still occasionally stop to calculate the price per consumable unit though
  • Mutters to himself the whole time
  • But he proves to be immensely useful 
  • You’re comparing two types of dumplings, different companies, slightly different prices
  • “Jumin, which one comes out to be the best buy?”
  • Hoooooooh he’ll go all out 
  • He compares approximate size of dumplings, nutritional values, price per unit, reputability of manufacturer, you name it
  • So when you go grocery shopping, always bring yourself a Jumin Han to buy the best products in the store
  • Also because this rich boy is really cute when he wanders around, a little crease between his eyebrows, whispering equations to himself under his breath as he trails behind you like a little kid

Spends longest time in:

Pet food aisle, duhh. Would never dare feed Elly ‘commoner cat food’, though he’ll consider it if you make some brand suggestions. On a side note I feel like Jumin has tried Elly’s food before, especially if it’s something she seems to really like. “Maybe I can replicate this taste but make it something safe for humans to eat?”


Saeyoung:

  • asifdj;aslkdfjaslk;gja;lkdgj
  • cOme ON iT’S SAYOUNG WE ALREADY KNOW IT’LL BE A MESS
  • First of all, you guys are never both walking.  Either you’re in the cart and he pushes, or the other way around.
  • Here’s the thing though, he’s not so much in the cart as under it
  • I saw a picture of this but I can’t find it… you know how there’s usually a rack beneath the cart? Yeah, he just lies down on that.
  • If you leave him under the cart and wander too far away, he will yell “MArcO!” until you answer “polo” in an equally loud manner
  • This has gotten you kicked out more than a couple of times
  • “What do you mean soda and chips aren’t enough to sustain the human body?”
  • “What’s a vegetable?”
  • It’s like, he knows of the stuff, but he’s never seen any in person
  • “Wow…that’s…is that really an orange? In flesh????”
  • “This is edible?” he says, holding a pack of shrimp in his hands
  • While in the frozen food section: “I wonder what would happen if we blended a pizza, and then used that pizza to make pizza sauce for another pizza? Like…pizzaception.
  • you guys actually tried doing that but regretted it because that shit was disgusting
  • Food puns
  • He will try to be more serious if you tell him, but why would you? 
  • Saeyoung makes grocery shopping seem like an adventure

Spends longest time in:

I mean when he’s under the cart he doesn’t really have a choice so he’ll chill there and contemplate whether or not he should lick the floor while you get the food.  However, if he’s the one pushing you, you bet he’ll head straight to the snack section. That’s his turf. Will glower at those who dare approach his precious chips. “So um Saeyoung are we just gonna wait around here and chase people away all day or…?” 


Saeran:

  • He’s the type of kid that has absolutely no idea about anything
  • He’ll point at a cabbage and call it a cucumber
  • He says carrots grow on trees
  • You get a lot of stares because he calls everything by the wrong name with so much confidence
  • The baby is super proud of himself and you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong
  • That changes when Yoosung goes shopping with him once though.  Yoosung almost cried when Saeran asked him what this weird, round white thing was called (answer: an oinion. HAH SAERAN IS LIKE AN ONION, HE HAS LAYERS HAHAHAHAHHA I’M SO FUNNY)
  • Yoosung lowkey kidnaps Saeran and they have a study session together where Saeran learns about the marvelous world of fresh produce
  • But once you go back to the store together after he studied hard, it’s so precious
  • Saeran correctly identifies most of the stuff, but after every time he names something, he’ll glance at you, as if waiting for your approval
  • once you give him a tiny nod, a smile playing around your lips, his eyes will just light the fuck up and ;sdfja;lskdfjaslkdfja the baby bean is gonna blush a lil’ because w oW he did it???
  • Saeran reverts back to a toddler when y’all go to the store, you better hold his hand or he’ll wander off and get lost in another dimension

Spends longest time in:

ya, the ice cream section. you can get ice cream on a stick?? w h at???? a pre made ice cream cone???? w HA t??? I CAN BUY TWO LITERS BUCKETS OF ICE CREAM??? W  H AT?!??!??!?! It’s a Saeran heaven and half the bill goes to his own, full cart of ice cream. 

Servants ~ A Zhang Yixing Series

A Zhang Yixing royal life AU

Not requested

Genre: Angst // Romance

Member: Zhang Yixing (Lay)

Summary: (of this series) As an upcoming king, Zhang Yixing has always had many pressures and expectations as the only heir to the royal throne. As his servant, he never acknowledges you. What happens when he suddenly does?

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three, coming soon}



Wiping the sweat off his forehead with his pocket handkerchief, Yixing sighs as he looks out to how far his golf ball had traveled. 

“Great one son,” his father says as he positions himself to take his swing. “Qualities of a King. Being great at everything.”

Yixing rolls his eyes. Just because he’s good at golf doesn’t mean he’ll be good at being a king. After a few more swings and compliments, he excuses himself and leaves to go back to where the castle is. 

Stepping out of the bathroom after a steaming bath dressed with his wet hair slicked back due to him running his hands through his hair, he sits by the window and sighs. Looking out the window, he spots his soon-to-be kingdom.

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