speakers up

concept: I’m able to fluently express myself in a wide range of languages. The eyes of native speakers lighten up when they hear me speak their language, complimenting me on my skills. I have now access to culture and people in a way I never had before.

i cant believe i main lúcio and i haven’t noticed until now 

that the things in his hair aren’t weird beads

they’re speakers

Beanies and Negotiations (Part 4)

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Anon requests: can you continue the beanies and negotiations series !!! it’s great btw i really wanna see where it goes !!

please beanies and negotiations part 4 it’s sooo good

Could you PLEASE do a part 4 of Beanies and negotiations?? It’s so good and I love your writing!

Part 4!

could please do a part 4 for beanies and negotiations it’s sooo good ! love your blog btw

A part four would be aWESOME

Beanies and negotiations part 4??

I think I’m speaking for everyone when I say we want more of Beanies and Negotiations!!!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A flash to the past and a flash to the future

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,161

A/N: ok, I’m gonna be honest with you guys: I did not want to make a 4th part.  I had written the 3rd part hoping it would give you guys enough closure, but you requested more.  Now that I’ve written it, I couldn’t be happier with this ending.  Enjoy!!


(Y/N), Betty, and Archie were running around, playing in the park.  Their giggles resonated through the neighborhood, all the people down the street able to hear the children perfectly.  Archie’s dad sat on a bench, supervising them from afar.  He smiled at the three kids, happy to see his son so content with his friends.  Suddenly, (Y/N) halted, interrupting their game of tag.

“Look over there,” she said, pointing her finger.  She was pointing at another kid who appeared to be their age, scrawny and alone.  He sat on a swing and stared down at his shoes. There was a grey beanie perched on his head, but it was much too big on him.

“(Y/N),” Betty hissed, “my mom said it’s rude to point.”  

“Fine,” (Y/N) replied, putting her finger down.  “I won’t point.”  Instead, she marched over to the lonesome boy.  His head snapped up when he heard footsteps approaching him.  “Hi,” she greeted him.

“Hi,” he replied, looking puzzled as to why this girl was talking to him.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Jughead.”

“That’s a funny name,” she laughed, but she noticed his angered face and stopped.  “I’m (Y/N).”  Jughead nodded.  “How old are you, Jughead?”

“I’m four,” he replied, sticking out his hand to show the number on his fingers.  (Y/N) beamed.

“I’m four, too!” Jughead smiled at her and the two children fell into a small silence.  Finally, (Y/N) broke it when she asked, “Why are you alone?”

“My sister is sick,” he responded, slouching.  “So now I have no one to play with.”

“You can play with us!” (Y/N) offered, pointing at her two friends who were watching from afar. Jughead’s face lit up.

“Really?” he asked, jumping off the swing.  (Y/N) nodded enthusiastically.

“Really!  And then we can all be best friends.”  She grabbed his hand and led him over to Archie and Betty. “Archie, Betty, this is Jughead.”

“Hi,” Betty smiled, sticking out her hand.  Jughead tentatively shook it.  “I’m Betty.”

“And I’m Archie,” he waved. Jughead waved back.  The children quickly resumed their game of tag, this time, Jughead joining them.  They played for hours until the sky began to darken, Riverdale turning orange under the sunset’s light.

“Kids!” Archie’s dad called out, standing up from the bench.  “It’s time to go.”  The four kids exchanged bittersweet smiles, waving goodbye to their newfound friend.


After that day, Betty, Archie, and (Y/N) started begging to go to the park every day from dawn till dusk. The four of them soon became attached at the hip, and you could not see one person without the other three close behind.  Soon, all of Riverdale grew fond of the tight-knitted friend group.

Two years later, the four inseparable friends found themselves in Archie’s backyard.  Their shrieks of delight filled Mr. Andrews, who was watching from inside the kitchen, with warmth.  They had just grown bored of a game of hide-and-seek, and while Betty and Archie just sat in the grass, Jughead and (Y/N) continued to chase each other around.  Suddenly, Jughead stopped, causing (Y/N) to turn around.  He took off his beanie and, grinning madly, got down on one knee. Betty and Archie gasped as they ran over to watch.

“(Y/N),” Jughead started, holding out his beaning like a ring, “will you marry me?”  (Y/N) beamed as she stared at her best friend.  She took the beanie from his hands and placed it on her head, then helped Jughead stand up.

“We’re much too young to get married, Juggie,” she responded, and Jughead deflated.  “But-” he perked up, “ask me again when we’re eighteen and I’ll say yes.”

“You promise?” Jughead asked, holding out his pinky.  (Y/N) smiled and nodded, hooking her pinky with his.

“Pinky promise.”


Flash forward twelve years, after the first proposal and Jason Blossom’s death.  Past the beanie incident and the flannel, jacket, and sweater incidents.  After the kiss at Pop’s, and many more that happened after that night.

Twelve years after Jughead proposed to (Y/N) with a grey beanie, they graduated.  Through the years, their friend group grew to include others, such as Kevin and Veronica.  After the graduation ceremony, they went to the Lodge’s house for a celebration.  The party was in full swing: music blasting from the speakers, snacks filling up tables, and graduated high school students dancing everywhere.  (Y/N) had managed to get Jughead on the dance floor, both of them laughing at each other’s lack of dancing skills.  She wore his grey beanie and a wide grin.

The party began to die down, everyone growing tired after their long day.  Most people were sitting on the couch, quietly chatting amongst themselves.  (Y/N) sat on Jughead’s lap as they both conversed with Betty and Veronica. Suddenly, Jughead got up from under (Y/N).

“Excuse me, can I have everyone’s attention?” he yelled, successfully silencing the guests.  “Thank you.  Now if you didn’t happen to already know this, (Y/N) and I have been together for quite a while.”  Everyone in the room chuckled.  (Y/N) looked up at Jughead with a puzzled smile.

“What are you doing, Juggie?” she whispered, although everyone was able to hear her.  Jughead winked at her and continued.

“But something most of you probably didn’t know is that I proposed to (Y/N).”  The crowd gasped dramatically, and Jughead smirked.  “When we were six.”  Everyone rolled their eyes and laughed.  Jughead grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and made her stand up with him.  “And she said no!  Something about how we were too young,” he scoffed, and she giggled. “But she did promise me she’d say yes one day.  When we were eighteen, in fact.”  He got down on one knee, and everyone gasped, including (Y/N).  

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, her hands covering her mouth in shock.  Tears began to cloud her eyes.

“(Y/N),” Jughead began, fishing around in his pocket.  “I have loved you since the day I proposed to you.  For a long time after that, I thought we were just friends, and I thought that you liked it that way.  And it took me a long while to realize it, but with the help of some of our friends-” Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin shared a smirk, “I realized that we were meant to be more.  Now, I’m gonna try this again, and I’m hoping this time you’ll say yes.  Because, you know, you pinky promised you would when we were six.”  Jughead pulled out a small box and opened it, revealing a beautiful, sparkling ring.  “(Y/N),” he asked, eyes full of hope, “will you marry me?”

(Y/N) couldn’t speak. She gleefully nodded, attempting to wipe some of the tears off her face.

“Yes,” she finally managed to choke out, laughing.  “Yes, of course, Juggie.”  The whole room burst into cheers, and Jughead shot up, placed the ring on (Y/N)’s finger, and kissed her.

Betty turned to Veronica, smiles plastered on both of their faces, and whispered, “Thank god for that beanie.”

Having no real concept of privacy anymore due to the spirit possessing you.

Wearing a GIANT GOLD PYRAMID so said spirit can possess you.

Being the most polite guy in your group, but still imagining girls’ skirts flying up with glee.

MATING with your best friend.

Trading porn with said best friend AT SCHOOL.

Thinking of the guy who has tortured and tried to kill you and your loved ones as a friend.

Thinking of THAT OTHER guy who has tortured and tried to kill you and your loved ones as a friend.

Seeing your grandpa’s mad about the new game store across the street… Going to its grand opening.

Staying in a burning fucking building just to see and talk to your partner one last time.

Setting up the girl you’ve liked since you were twelve on a date with the guy you’ve liked since you were sixteen.

Being a genius with all games and capable of defeating world champs… Unable to pass a simple math test.

Being near the bottom of your class in high school… Still ending up class speaker.

Saving the world at least three different times as basically just a side consequence of supporting and protecting your friends.

……..just Mutou Yuugi things.

just a quick reminder that a black man invented heavy metal

(since it’s the last day of Black History Month and all)

There are those who will tell you that metal was born with Vincebus Eruptum, the 1968 debut album from San Francisco’s Blue Cheer. This is a favorite position of music snobs because the odds that you’ve actually heard Vincebus Eruptum are reasonably low, and thus so is the likelihood that you will challenge them on it.

It’s bullshit. Blue Cheer was nothing more than routine mid/late ‘60’s psychedelic rock, played–badly–at high volume, with as much distortion as was available at the time. One could almost argue that they gave birth to punk rock, if the attitude weren’t completely wrong, but metal, it is not.

Metal was first forged later that year in the form of “Voodoo Child (Slight Return)” by Jimi Hendrix. All the elements are present. Thunderous riffs, screaming solos, vaguely occult subject matter, driven by an unstoppable Juggernaut of a groove. But the primary reason I give this song the nod is the guitar sound. Razor sharp on the high end, heavy enough to crush bone on the low. Hendrix was not the first to use distortion, but before him, it all sounded thin and frayed, like playing through a ragged-out speaker (in fact, slicing up the speaker cone in the amplifier was how distortion was achieved before the proliferation of effects pedals). Hendrix was the first to make it sound solid, and with this song, he gave us the first instance of a true metal guitar tone. Before him, nobody had any idea you could get that kind of noise out of a guitar.

images: Moebius (top) and Bill Sienkiewicz (bottom)

2

Requested by anonymous

A/N: Due to the nature of Five Nights at Freddy’s, a LOT is open to interpretation. As such, this may not reflect everyone’s headcannons.


“They weren’t kidding when they said this was going to be a project,” you commented, looking at the derelict animatronics littering the room. You kneeled down by what was once a bunny. “You don’t even have a face,” you commented, leaning in to look at the endoskeleton of the animatronic, trying to see how it worked.

You set down your supplies and waked around to take a look at the others. “No hands and bad joints, exposed wires all around. But as long as the infrastructure is still good, that’s all I need.”

Freddy was the mascot, so you figured you’d start with him. You knelt down and started to pull off the fabric covering its endoskeleton. However, as you worked, Freddy’s head twitched. You guessed it was residual electricity. That was, until Freddy’s hand came around and grabbed your hand. You jumped to your feet and moved back, your hand slipping out of Freddy’s grip.

“Very funny,” you said, your heart pounding out of your chest. “I know about the wearable animatronics.”

Freddy slowly climbed to his feet. Bonnie was soon behind, then Chica. “Okay, what’s going on?”

There was the sound of static. It was probably from the dust-filled speakers that were on your list to fix. Though, you swore you heard a voice through the static. “Who?” Freddy seemed to ask.

“I’m a mechanic,” you stated, not believing you were talking to an an animatronic. “My father helped design Freddy’s animatronics. Well, before he went crazy.”

“Purple guy?” you thought you heard in the static.

“Save us,” a whisper came from Chica’s voice box.

“My father was fond of the color purple,” you mused to yourself. Could they really be talking about William Afton?

“Father?” Bonnie’s voice box started up. It was very unsettling to hear something without a face speak.

“Knows Purple Guy,” a fourth voice stated behind you. You felt a hand grab one shoulder, and you saw a hook on your other side. This must be Foxy. “Bite?”

“Hey, my father might’ve gone crazy, but I’m NOT like him,” you insisted. “He killed my brother. I’m glad he’s gone.”

Freddy stepped closer to you, as if examining your face. “Y/N?” he asked slowly.

“How do you know my name?” you asked Freddy.

“My father… Afton,” Freddy stated.

A look of realization crossed your face. The other animatronics must’ve realized the same thing you did, and they took a step back.

“You’re my brother,” you said, not believing you actually had your brother back. Well, in a way. Despite yourself, you stepped forward and hugged the animatronic. Freddy carefully wrapped his arms around you to return the hug. After a moment, you stepped back.

“Let’s get you all fixed up so you’re not struggling so much to move and talk,” you stated. You looked around to the other animatronics. “I’ll fix you all up, don’t worry. You’ll be good as new. Well, if the person they have making new suits does a good job at least.”

lunaaltare  asked:

headcanon that Steve never refers to sex by any regular names. It's always some weird shit like "intercourse" or "coitus" or even something extremely lame like "hanky panky". Steve once asked Sam if he wants to do the "horizontal hula" and Sam's never been so consistently soft in his life

I had my head in my hand for five minutes straight after reading this i stg!!! ok but Steve also refers to body parts by their scientific names like nobody wants to hear the word ‘testicles’ during sex. No one!

When Sam brings it up to Steve he’s like ‘it’s just so crude!’ and Sam just stares at him for 17 minutes straight and then tells Steve if he doesn’t learn how to make things actually sexy he’s never getting some again. It takes him a week. 

altean!lance/princess diaries/canon divergence au where lance is discovered to have altean genes after getting into a tiff with the druids

at first he’s a little shocked at the white/silver hair and sudden markings but he takes it surprisingly well and thinks it makes him look rather dashing not to mention it’s a great way to have something in common worth allura

but allura is way too excited because she and coran aren’t the only alteans in the universe anymore and maybe this means there might be others who’s genes are deeply buried like lance

she decides that she will give lance the title of prince (pidge: oh god he’s gonna be insufferable now) and train him as a diplomat when visiting would-be allies and what better way for the planets to trust team voltron if they see that not only are the alteans alive but one of them is a royal AND a paladin and just allura gets straight to work

at first lance loves it bc he gets personal attention from allura but the more they work together the more he starts to get bored and frustrated and slightly overwhelmed by all the etiquette lessons and history lessons and communication trainings all that on top of regular paladin training and lance starts to feel a cold sweat whenever he hears the princess call out his name

he does his best to hide somewhere in the castle away from bossy princesses and no nonsense captains who doesn’t think lance should cut back on combat practice and just breathe

and don’t get him wrong, learning to be diplomat is kind of fun because he’s learning and cultures he probably would have never even knew existed but the whole prince thing was staying to get to him

he starts to think what if he isn’t worthy of holding that title? he’s just a boy from cuba who just so happened to have an altean ancestor somewhere in his lineage and he starts to spiral from the stress

and that’s where Keith find him, in a dark corner of the castle, a grand room that looks like it hasn’t been used even before the altean war

he carefully sits down next to lance and lance doesn’t even care, he’s too busy moping

and Keith tries to joke around with him, get him out of his funk but lance ain’t having it, curls further into his little ball

Keith looks around, desperate to try to help bc well, the guy looks like he needs a break, even he can see lance was getting overworked. which is when he sees something vaguely familiar. a box with speaker like mechanisms set up beside it. he pushes a button and suddenly the lights turn on and strange, instrumental music starts to play

lance groans a little, already thinking of allura trying to show him altean dances and he sees himself messing up badly and having to practice for hours veggie allura was satisfied. he was exhausted just thinning about it.

keith rolled his eyes and held out his hand, telling him he’d show him some ballroom steps

lance really wants to ask but decides not to look a gift in the horse’s mouth and let him be led

keith tells him to relax and not to look down at his feet since it’s considered rude, lance blushes and tells him fine but don’t get mad if keiths feet turn black and blue in the morning

they’re forced to look into each others eyes and just….try to keep their racing hearts quiet which is why keith asks leave why he thinks he’d be bad at dancing

lance shrugs and his gaze tapers off to the side, which keith totally regrets now, and tells him honestly he feels like he’s done nothing but mess up in all of the prince lessons and nothing seems to make princess allura happy and he can’t help but think maybe he shouldn’t take this title after all. just because he’s part altean, doesn’t mean he can be a prince

and that’s when keith stops moving and forces lance to look at him and say “listen. you’re right, sometimes you mess up but you always give it 110% and when you focus you can become an expert at anything. you’re great at making people trust you because of your own trusting nature. you keep calm in difficult situations and would never leave a fellow team mate behind. you’re a quick thinker, adaptable, charming. lance, you’re not a prince because you’re part altean. you’re a prince because….you’re lance.”

and then lance kisses him and they tell allura to stop trying to be so formal and perfect and try creating new traditions and keith becomes the first part galra prince since he marries prince lance and they live happily ever after the end

Do I like Him?

Pairing; jungkook x reader || Dancer kook!au + Jealous kook!au

Summary;  “I’m not your princess.”  You fall in love with your best friend dancer Jungkook, and sexual tensions grow until something happens.

Word count; 3.2k 

 warnings; smut, language, slight bondage, princess and daddy kink

A/N; sorry for not writing anything for the longest. :( THIS HAS A LOT OF FLUFF THO TOO. (and sorry if there are some mistakes lol) i need jesus from this omgg

Originally posted by jeonify

You sauntered out the door, being exposed a new day. The bitter cold wind hit you which felt like a thousand needles against your skin since you had to wear a stupid skirt for the uniform. You were on your way to school trying to keep alive and warm in the process. “Ugh winter is going to be the death of me.” You groaned to yourself as you shivered.

You hugged yourself only to notice you forgot your coat. Time was ticking and you were quite far away from home already. Making your way down the icy street with the pure white snow in your hair, you noticed your best friend Jungkook. He was also walking to school. Jungkook lived a few blocks away from you. His face lit up and he ran up to you. He seems so happy to see you, everyday.

“Hey y/n! How are you princess?” He greeted you. You froze up even more at the word ‘princess’
“Hi, but will you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”
“Uh, well it’s just because you act like one, that’s all.” he explained to you.
You continued to walk and hug yourself trying to keep the cold away. Suddenly Jungkook slipped off his coat being left in his white button up shirt that seems to be way too small. It contoured his toned body perfectly. You looked away and shook your head.
“That’s wrong, no, stop it”, you told yourself.

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Music to my Ears (M)

Originally posted by dimblethum

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1560

Warnings: SMUTTT (choking kink???)

note: idk how i got this idea but i decided to write this down and now i may need holy water. producer jaebum is so hot!!! just prepare yourself for the hotness of this man. also i wrote this while listening to his soundcloud so… yeah haha. happy reading and take care! -admin


It was late at night with people going out and about, cars driving around with their headlights on, and businesses lit their fluorescent signs. But as you and Jaebum sat in his studio room, alone, you two blocked out the sounds of the night life with his music that he created. You were always fascinated with your boyfriend’s skill and the way he produced his music. Some songs were very meaningful in the lyrics and others were more sexual. But you were too afraid to admit that his songs turned you on.

You sat on the couch in his studio room, taking another sip of beer that Jaebum bought for you before you two settled down in his studio. You bit your lip and observed your boyfriend who worked on his songs. His hair slicked back, revealing his forehead, and his broad back faced you. The song that he was working on played through the studio speaker, his voice filling up the room. It was music to your ears and the lyrics were somewhat sexual, turning you on slightly.

“Does that sound good, babe?” Jaebum said, turning off the music and turned his chair to face you.

“Yeah, it does.” You smiled at him as you set down the beer bottle on the table and started to walk towards him. “How about we take a break?”

“Sounds good to me.” Jaebum sighed as he slouched on his chair and watched you walk over to him. You climbed up onto his lap and straddled him, while running your hands through his soft hair.

“You’ve been working so hard these days.” You slurred, slightly drunk from the beer but sober enough to control your actions. “You deserve a reward for your work.”

“And what is my reward?” Jaebum asked in a playful manner, raising his eyebrows as his hands started to wander around your body.

You sent Jaebum a wink and bit your lip, “Me.”

Jaebum then took your face and pulled you down so that your lips crashed with his. His lips kissed you with full passion, demanding more your sweet mouth by teasing you. He pressed his tongue on seam of your lips and, at your grant of access, delved inside your mouth, leaving you breathless. His lips moved in sync with yours as his hands played with the hem of your shirt. Swifty, he lifted the fabric up and away from your body, throwing it aside on the studio floor.

Jaebum broke away from the kiss as he motioned you to climb off of him so you could take off your pants. You did as he wanted, slowly undressing yourself and bending down to get rid of your pants, letting Jaebum get a good view of your ass. You heard Jaebum take in a hitch of air as he watched you put on a show for him. You walked over to him, sending Jaebum another wink and you climbed up on his lap, straddling him once again.

“You look so fucking hot, baby girl.” Jaebum growled as his hands made their way up to your breasts, massaging it slightly causing you to let out a low moan. You grabbed on to the back of Jaebum’s chair as his hands started to do their magic. Skillfully unhooking your bra and throwing it on the floor, he played with the nubs as you bit your lips to contain yourself from moaning out loud. After giving your breasts a good squeeze, his hands slowly made their way down to your heat. You tried to prop yourself up so that there was enough space for Jaebum to do his work.


“Mhmm,” Jaebum hummed as he palmed your heat, “Someone’s getting needy.”

Jaebum slid his hand, ever so slowly, inside your panties as he let his fingers get coated with your essence. You bit your lip as you felt Jaebum’s fingers tease your hole before gliding it up to your clit. He started to move in circular motion, slowly, as you let out breathy whines from your mouth. Jaebum pressed on your clit harder, increasing the rate of his fingers as your grip of the hair became tighter. You rested your head on Jaebum’s shoulders as he pushed in two fingers into your sopping sex.

“Fuck, right there Jae.” You moaned as Jaebum’s fingers hit your sweet spot. He started off slowly, making you whine under his touch, until he switched to his brisk pace. The lewd sound of Jaebum’s fingers going in and out of your tight core filled up the room along with your soft moans. You felt Jaebum press his lips on your neck, smirking slightly as his fingers went fast and deeper within you. You could feel a familiar pit in your stomach as the pitch of your moans started to get higher. Jaebum took that as a sign and stopped all his movements, taking out his fingers from your core and giving your ass a hard smack.

“Get off of me and get on your knees.” Jaebum demanded. You did what he said and climbed off of him and fell to you knees. You watched as Jaebum took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Playing with his belt, he slowly sild down his pants revealing a tent below his boxers. You bit your lips as you watched your boyfriend slide down his undergarment to reveal his big cock.

“You know what to do, baby girl.” Jaebum growled as he moved his chair closer to you. “Take care of this big guy.”

You smirked at Jaebum before taking his huge length into your hands. You leaned forward and  wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly. Your mouth slid all the way down to the base of his length and sucked hard. You looked up at Jaebum as his face showed full signs of pleasure. You started to work your lips, pressed tight against his hard cock, up and down, back and forth. Jaebum let out a low growl as he tugged onto your hair, enjoying your work. And just then, you slid his length out of your mouth and let out a loud pop before smirking at him. You wanted to stop this foreplay and wanted him inside of you. And Jaebum knew that.

Standing up from his chair, he motioned you over to the couch as he walked over to his bag to grab a condom. You laid back on the couch, pulling down your panties as you watched your boyfriend slip on the latex sheet. With that, Jaebum walked over to you and climbed onto the couch. Lifting both of your legs and rested them on top his shoulders, he teased the entrance of your core. He slammed into you in one go, filling up your tight walls to the hilt. He took a few seconds to recuperate the feeling of your walls swallowing his cock and he presses his forehead against yours.

“I want to hear your screams, baby girl.” He smirked before giving you a brief kiss on the lips. “They’re like music to my ears.”

With that, Jaebum pulled out again and slammed back into you, harder this time, making you arch your back. He began snapping his hips forward at a steady pace as he kissed you to swallow your screams. His thrusts becomes harder and harder by the second and Jaebum already had you screaming his name once his lips were not in contact with yours.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Jaebum growled as he thrusts into you harder and deeper than before making your breasts jiggle from his fast pace. His hands made their way up to your neck, gripping it softly as you started to reach your high. You held in your breath as Jaebum’s grip became tighter around your neck. Your oragasm hit you hard as you gripped onto Jaebum’s wrists, riding out your high as Jaebum continued to thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck!”  Jaebum let out a cry as he reached his end, his cum filling up the latex sheet. Pulling out, he removed his hand from your neck and you let out a breath, your cheeks flushed red. His body fell against yours but still had his weight balanced against his hands to make sure that he won’t crush you. You closed your eyes as you tried to catch your breath and Jaebum lifts his hand to wipe the sweat on your forehead. You opened your eyes and made eye contact with his loving eyes.

“You okay?” He managed to breath out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Of course.” You flashed him a smile before looking away from him and scanning the studio room. Realizing you two made a mess on the floor, your cheeks started to flush red and you hid your face behind your hands.

“Don’t worry about the mess, babe.” You heard Jaebum chuckle as you felt him get off of you. “Now I’ll have more inspiration to write songs in this room.”

“You’ll write songs about me?” You breathed out, removing your hands from you face to look at your boyfriend.

“No,” Jaebum said as he flashed you a smirk, “I’ll write songs about your loud screams. After all, they are music to my ears.”

BTS Reacts: Your Emotional Performance as Their Ex

Request: Can you do a BTS reaction of him seeing you his ex (also an idol) on stage (or on tv) crying because she sang a song that reminded her of him. Thank you, sorry if you didn’t understand me. 

Originally posted by rrapmonstur

Seokjin (Jin)

Seokjin’s hands itched to hold you close. The burning prickle to run his hands through your soft locks, cradle your cheek in his large palm and whisper sweet promises into your ear. The breakup had been messy; your company finding out about your secret blossoming relationship without any regard for your dating ban had even Bang Shi Hyuk stepping in to avoid disaster.

“Not for me,

I don’t think it will be easy,

You still fill up my day to day,

Not yet,

I repeat it like a fool,

But I can’t swallow the words on my lips,

It’s not fine, ah~”

Your voice echoed powerfully throughout the arena, pouring every emotion, every tear into the words of your song. You gazed across the audience, faces blurring together until you landed on Seokjin’s tall frame, easily recognizable in the front row tables. Tears began welling in your eyes, unsaid words pouring out to the crowd that you prayed he alone would understand.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Fine”

Originally posted by btsgotsvt

Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi lounged in one of the comfy couches of the waiting room, makeup and hair already done. The sound of the TV airing the groups who just performed filtered in through the air, idly listening over the banter of the rest of the members as he checked his social media.

The sound of your voice echoed throughout the room, too loudly in Yoongi’s ears as his attention snapped to the TV. The screen was filled with an image of you, one he had committed to memory, every flaw, every dark circle under your eyes during the long, sleepless nights.

“It’s 11:11,

When there’s not much time left to the day,

When we used to make wishes and laugh,

Everything reminds me of you,

The wind is as cold as the edge of your heart,

When I open the window, you blow in,

When this time passes, will this breakup be over? Yeah~

Will I forget you?”

The small acoustic performance fit you. You were never one for fussy stages or complicated songs. You preferred raw, emotional ballads, songs that spoke to the heart and pulled at your memories.

Yoongi’s jaw set, an attempt to control his features. Jimin came up, camera in hand, light blinking blue on the back of his phone to signify he was shooting a V-Live.

Hyung, say hi!” Jimin took notice of Yoongi’s set features, and straightened posture and furrowed his brow. Yoongi gave a quick half smile to the camera and focused his attention back on the screen, where he caught the tail end of your performance, tears streaming down your face.

“Must be pre-show jitters,” Jimin commented to the camera, heading in the opposite direction towards Taehyung and Jungguk.

Yoongi quickly pulled out his black leather-bound notebook and a pen, and quickly started writing down thoughts, biting is lip to control all the aimless emotions in his head.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “11:11″

Originally posted by silenhciosa

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hoseok had stopped mid warmup to the sound of your voice filtering in through the practice room speakers hooked up to the radio. It echoed off the walls harshly, leaving him with no choice but to stand quietly and listen. It was a radio interview, promoting the new single you had just released the day prior.

“It’s more sad than what your fans are used to, isn’t it?” The host asked and you chuckled lightly, breath catching the mic.

“Yes,” you agreed. The ballad was a complete 180 from your normal pop style but you were happy with the change, Hoseok could hear it in your voice.

He knew he should have stopped, should have turned the station to something that played a mindless beat, the same rhythm over and over, something he could dance away all the thoughts running through his mind.

Hoseok walked over to the radio, hand gently laying on top with every intention of doing just that. But burning curiousity got the better of him at hearing your next words.

“I was in a really happy place when I wrote this. It’s about someone very dear; even though they are no longer in my life they continue to help me through my day to day.”

“Would you like to sing an piece of it for your fans?” the host asked.

“Of course.” Hoseok could hear the smile in your voice, could picture just how your lips lifted, and cheeks bunched up, nose scrunching the tiniest bit. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, your angelic voice filling his ears.

“Cause you are,

The light that feel on me,

You are,

Like a beautiful dream,

With seven rays, the whole world,

Is dyed even more beautifully,

Always, yeah you are,”

The interview became quiet and a small sniffle Hoseok recognized immediately as yours permeated the air waves. “Would you like to take a quick break?” the host offered.

With that, Hoseok immediately turned the station and rubbed a sweaty palm over his face. He exhaled heavily, a deep set frown etched onto his lips. He began to stretch his limbs thoroughly, planning to throw himself into practice to try and forget the words etched into his heart, your voice ringing in his ears.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “U R”

Originally posted by nnochu

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Namjoon stood in between his members, smile plastered dumbly on his face even though his insides felt full of mud. His brain processed things slowly, but heart beat that challenged that of a race horse. He hadn’t been this close to you since your split, conflicting schedules being the sole reason. Butterflies blossomed in his chest and soared through his veins at the sight of you, and from the blush that was dusting your cheeks, he was hoping your feelings hadn’t faded either.

“So, (Y/N)-ssi,” Don started. “I hear you wrote your newest promotional song.”

The faint blush deepened and you covered you mouth with a sleeved hand. “Yes, that’s right,” you smiled shyly.

“Mind giving us a sneak peak?” Don asked. You looked over towards your manager, sitting off screen, and he gave two thumbs up. You smiled and nodded, exhaling sharply.

“Still, I hear your sounds,

And still, I feel your hand,

Even today, I lived within your tracks,

Still, I see your image,

And still, I feel your warmth,

Even today, I lived inside your time.”

Your eyes glassed over with the beginnings of tears, and you covered your face, embarrassment creeping up your spine. The rest of your members smiled fondly and clapped, as Bangtan clapped as well and made noises of approval.

Something like pride flooded Namjoon’s chest before he quickly squashed that down. He would let himself have this moment, let show a smile fonder than the rest of his members, before he would go back to being polite yet aloof, keeping a respectful distance from your group.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Time Walking on Memories”

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung leaned over, large hand covering his mouth. “Jiminnie, I don’t know if I can do this.” He licked his dry lips and leaned back to gaze at Jimin, an unfamiliar, serious expression setting Taehyung’s features.

Jimin smiled apologetically and gave a reassuring squeeze to his knee, resting his hand there. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, handing wiping aimlessly at his mouth, as he watched the staff set up for your solo stage. The lights dimmed, and Taehyung could feel his heart begin to pound as you made your way onto the stage, front and center, to the lone mic.

You smiled warmly at the crowd as the soft piano filled the arena. You searched for Taehyung in the crowd, but were unable to find him in the dim lighting. Your heart sank a little at not being able to see him, but knowing his eyes were trained on you alone gave you the confidence to sing your deepest feelings in front of so many prying eyes.

“I don’t know since when, in this endless ordeal,

Your gaze whispers to me, “It’s okay,”,

Then there’s you,

At the end of my parched world,

Oh, it’s you,

Became sweet rain and made it fall,

For a long time, deep in my heart,

This precious word I’ve hidden away,

I love you,”

Your voice choked on the last note, tears running down your face as you unabashedly let them fall. Taehyung’s He ached to hold you. To wipe away your tears. Your relationship hadn’t been the best. You fought, argued about pointless things, neither one wanting to admit they were wrong. But when things were going right, it was amazing. Pillow fights, tickle wars, cooking that always ended in disaster and takeout. You were someone he looked forward to talk to every night, be it over the phone or through a computer screen. Taehyung gulped down the lump in his throat, willing away any form of tears that might betray his stoic face.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Secret”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin

“My meaningless days with the truth of you not being there,

The tower of the future built with anticipation collapses in a single moment, oh,

The big embrace that would hug even despair will only be hollow,

Your lie that didn’t know gaze and touch,

It’s over, all of it,”

Your words screamed into the mic of your solo stage rang through Jimin’s chest louder than he thought any song ever could. Your words filled with the distrust you felt then made his skin crawl, sick with disgust for his own actions. He had never meant for any of it to happen, for it to get so out of hand. And when you walked in, right in the middle of everything, Jimin felt your trust crumble instantly.

Jimin could feel your eyes on him, even if it was only his imagination at play. He itched to hide behind his hair, anything to get you out of his line of sight.  He watched as tears clung to your lashes, and could almost feel the pounding of your heart.

Jimin kept a careful stoic face, but not having the courage to watch you perform, instead aiming his gaze at the stage floor where the lights shone brightly on you. You finished your performance with cheers and whistles from the crowd, and the look of triumph aimed in Jimin’s direction had him sinking further into his seat, wishing it would just swallow him whole.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Fire”

Originally posted by cuteguk

Jungguk (Jungkook)

Jungguk prayed that if there were any cameras filming this joint radio interview, that he would be as inconspicuous as possible. It was by sheer bad luck that BTS’s sister group, your group, had been invited along to the interview with their new studio album being released. He should have known when one of their managers pulled him aside before the interview started and warned him you would be here, that he would not enjoy this experience.

Jungguk tried to steady his thrumming heart, his eyes unconsciously drifting to you when he wasn’t paying attention.

“So, (Y/N)-ssi,” the radio host began. Jungguk found himself watching you again, hoping his face remained as neutral as possible. “Is there any particular song you like best on the new album?”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “Yes, there is one song I’m really fond of. It’s one I wrote myself; a ballad.” A tight smile appeared on your delicate face, preparing yourself for the question that would come next.

“Would you mind singing a verse of it for us?”

You could feel Jungguk’s gaze lingering on you and looked to your leader beside you for courage. She gave a comforting smile as you exhaled deeply and closed your eyes.

“But still, when I think of your name,

Tears well up and when I close my eyes,

And even though everything has changed,

You’re always at the same place, looking the same,

Making me cry.”

You quickly wiped away the tears that stung your eyes and smiled sheepishly at the host. “That was beautiful,” she commented with a sad smile. “Is it about anyone in particular?”

You froze at the unexpected question and made the mistake of glancing at Jungguk. His eyes widened, and you could see how uncomfortable he had become, mouth slightly agape, shifting in his seat every couple of minutes. He gulped, and you quickly averted your gaze. You smiled shyly and waved your hand in front of your face, hoping to not look too apprehensive with your blatent lie. “Not, really. I-I just have a soft spot for ballads.”

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s Time Lapse

Distant

Note: I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE! please, don’t hate me, omg. also, I’m sorry if it sucks. :( I really hope you like it, darling. ♥ thanks for the request. feedback is welcome! .c

Request: Could you write one where the reader is married to SEB and something goes wrong and the relationship turns critical please 😊💞 Maybe like she or he travels too much and they don’t get to much time to see each other so often. - @chimera4plums

Originally posted by b-n-a-o


Marriage requires time, effort, dedication, and undying love for the other person; it’s all mutual. At the start of your relationship with Sebastian, you both had everything. You were joined at the hip, happy, bonded, and connected. He was your rock, your inspiration, the person who kept you humble in the mainstream media. You were the same for him. So, he proposed and you accepted.

You two met on the set of a movie about three years ago. It was a fantasy made reality, everyone knew you two were meant to be, just by the way you would look at each other. But lately, things have been tense. Your time has been spent on your new movie that you’re also directing. It’s a dream of yours and it’s coming true, but something is missing. Your time with your favorite person in the world. But it’s hard for him, too, since he’s working on a movie himself. Now that you have a week off for vacation, you planned on going home to see him and making things right. He said he should be off for a week, so it worked out perfectly. Communication has been at an all time low and you knew your marriage was falling apart silently. Anytime you spoke to Sebastian, he was distant. And it hurt. It always left you feeling empty.


You walked up the steps to your apartment you shared with Sebastian and adjusted your duffel bag on your shoulder while pulling along your suitcase. You shoved your key in the doorknob and kicked it open, making your way inside. “Seb?” You called out, setting your luggage down by the door with a huff. Why did I bring so much stuff for just a week? You asked yourself.

The apartment was silent, only the light hum of the refrigerator sounded through the apartment. You frowned as you looked around, noticing it was fairly clean, as if nobody had been occupying it. Isn’t Sebastian supposed to be home? You grabbed your phone out of your jacket pocket and called Sebastian.

After a few rings, you were ready to hang up. But he finally answered and sounded a tad frustrated. “Hey, Y/N.” Sebastian said, sighing. You bit your lip nervously. “Hey, Seb. I’m-I’m home. Where are you?” You asked softly. “Wait, you’re home?” Sebastian asked, completely ignoring your question.

You scoffed a tad and shook your head, fiddling with your wedding ring. “I have a break. A week off. I decided to come home and spend it with you. I thought you were on a break, too.” You said, feeling your stomach churn at the groan he let out. “Y/N, I can’t come home this week. I’m busting my ass off. We’re wrapping up the movie today.” Sebastian said with a little more frustration in his tone; you knew he was shaking his head.

The empty feeling you’ve had before returned. “Oh.” You said, sitting in Sebastian’s favorite chair. “Well, I could come see you.” You offered, frowning a little. Sebastian sighed. “Are you sure?” He asked a little softer now. 

A small smile spread across your face. “Well, yeah. I mean, I haven’t unpacked yet. You’re in Atlanta, right?” You asked, putting him on speaker to look up quick flights to Atlanta. 

“Yeah, I’ll have to see you at the hotel, though. I’ll be a little late getting in.” Sebastian explained, his voice returning to its distant sound. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few hours.” You said with a small smile. “Alright. Love you, bye.” Sebastian cut his line before you could say anything else and you sighed, staring at your screen until it went off.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, you quickly bought a plane ticket and left your apartment with your bags, calling your bodyguard for a ride to the airport. On your way there, you asked Sebastian for the hotel he was staying at so you could settle in. It would be close to dinnertime, so you would be able to order room service for the two of you.

By the time you reached the airport, you still hadn’t gotten a reply from Sebastian. Telling yourself he was busy, you let it go. You had a few hours to kill and he should reply before then. At least you hoped he would.


You finally landed at the airport with your bodyguard and was met with flashing cameras and screaming paparazzi. You smiled and waved at the cameras, never finding them to be a bother. “Out of the way! Let her through!” John yelled, keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Passing by a few fans, you wanted to stop and take photos, but John wouldn’t have it.

Making your way out of the airport, you were rushed into a black van. You sighed and John climbed inside. “Thanks, John.” You said, giving him a small smile. “My job, girly. So, where to?” He asked. 

You gasped and totally forgot about checking your phone for any texts from Sebastian. Your smile returned when you read that he was staying at the Omni hotel in room 113. Giving the address to John, he pulled away from the airport and made his way there. 

You quickly messaged Sebastian back, telling him you were on your way to the hotel. You waited patiently, looking at the city around you through the window. You hoped you would be able to spend a little time with Sebastian; sometimes it’s just hard with all the traveling and movie business. And when he’s being distant.

John pulled up to the hotel and you were thankful it wasn’t as hectic as the airport. You quickly got out, asked for Sebastian’s room after telling the lady you were his wife (to which she freaked out, being a huge fan of you both), and now you were putting your bags down. John was staying in the room across from you, so you felt safe being in the hotel without Sebastian.

You checked your phone and Sebastian had replied. 

Seb: 10pm at the latest.
You: That’s okay, dear! Maybe I can order room service for us? What sounds good?
Seb: I actually bought food for the whole crew. I’m gonna be eating here.

You smiled at how kind and sweet your husband was. That’s what you brought you close to him in the beginning. A part of you was sad you wouldn’t be able to sit down and eat with him, even if it was room service. You missed those moments with Sebastian. 

You: Well, that’s okay! Send my congratulations around! I’ll see you soon. I love you.
Seb: Love you.

You sighed and set your phone down on the table in the living space. You pulled your bags to the master bedroom and smiled when you inhaled the hint of Sebastian’s cologne lingering in the air. You missed it so much. And you couldn’t help but feel the distance between you and Sebastian weigh down on you again.

After calling room service, you had enough time to take a quick shower and change into some comfortable clothes. Your body was pretty tired and all you wanted was to see Sebastian. Hopefully he really wanted to see you in return. Even though he said you could come see him, something tugged at your intuition saying he didn’t want you to.

Two hours later when 10pm rolled around, you heard the door to the hotel room open. “Seb!” You squealed, rushing over to him. You wrapped your arms around him and felt his arms wrap loosely around your body. “Y/N, hi.” He whispered, rubbing your back.

You pulled away and smiled up at him. He looked tired, his eyes dropping a little, and you frowned. “Aw, rough day?” You asked, watching Sebastian move past you and into the bedroom. You followed behind him and bit your lip nervously. “It was okay. Stressful.” He said as he sat on the bed to untie his boots. Nodding, you leaned against the door frame.

Sebastian took his button up shirt off, revealing a white tank underneath. “Are you sad that filming is over? Was it fun?” You asked, noticing his brows are creased. He sighed and rested his hands on his thighs. “Y/N, enough with the questions. I’m really tired.” Sebastian snapped, turning his head to look at you.

Your heart sank in your chest and you curled your lips into your mouth, biting down on them. You sighed and nodded. “S-sorry, I’ll uh, leave you to settle in.” You said, backing away from the door. “Thank you.” Sebastian muttered, getting up to go to the bathroom. The emptiness came back in the pit of your stomach and you sat on the couch in the living space, flipping on the television.

The shower turned on and you usually would’ve joined Sebastian, but he clearly needed some space. Feeling like a burden now, you pulled your legs up to your chest and blindly watched the News.

When Sebastian finally got finished for the night, he joined you on the couch. He sat at the other end, far apart from you. Normally you’d sit against him with his arm around your shoulders. The silence was deafening and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You knew one of you would break soon, and you didn’t want it to end badly. A sigh fell from your lips and Sebastian’s head turned towards you.

You looked at him and he gave you a tight lipped smile. “What’s wrong?” He asked, slumping in the cushions. You shook your head and looked down at your hands in your lap. “Come on, Y/N. You seem mad at me or something.” Sebastian said with an eye roll. Your eyebrows creased. “I’m not mad.” You said, looking over at him.

He scoffed and crossed his arms. “You always say that.” He whispered, a sigh falling from his lips this time as he turned his attention back to the News, his jaw clenched. You eyed him for a moment because he’s the one who seems mad at you, not the other way around.

Your stomach churned and your mouth fell open a tad. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, facing your body towards Sebastian, resting your arm over the back of the couch. He looked over at you and shrugged.

Sebastian stood up and walked to the bedroom and you followed after him. “Hello, I asked a question. ” You said, watching him slip into bed. He sat up and shook his head. “Y/N, just drop it.” Sebastian said lowly. You scoffed and stepped closer into the bedroom. 

“I will not! I know you feel the distance between us! And not talking to me isn’t helping.” Your voice raised a little and you really didn’t want to wake up the other guests. Sebastian’s eyes flickered to yours. “I’m tired.” He stated as if it were the only reason for being this way.

“That’s bullshit. It may be true, but it’s been like this since I left to work on my movie.” You said with a groan, running your hands over your face. The room fell silent for a moment. “Just drop it.” He said before lying down on his side. “No! We need to talk about this!” You said, your voice raising again.

A heavy sigh fell from his lips and he sat up again, his eyes staring right into yours. “I said DROP IT. I want to sleep! I wrapped up a movie today, I have a meeting with my agent and an interview tomorrow. The last thing I need is you chewing my ass off the night before!” Sebastian yelled, his veins popping in his neck.

You flinched at the tone of his voice and tears brimmed your eyes. “Seb, I have a week off from my movie, that I’m not only in but I’m directing. I chose to see you; my HUSBAND! You said you’d be off, too!” You yelled back as your voice shook slightly. Sebastian groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

“Well, I’m sorry it didn’t work out that way! I’m busy!” Sebastian yelled, raising his arms up in the air. Your bottom lip quivered as you stared at Sebastian. The atmosphere was tense and you could feel the hole in your chest growing. “Why’d you even tell me to come here if you didn’t have the time in the first place?” You yelled, your voice cracking at the end.

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders at you, his eyebrows raised. “I honestly don’t know! I’m too busy; I have things to do. If you want to leave, then leave! I’m honestly too tired to care.” Sebastian fired, his words making your tears fall freely. “You want me to go?” You whispered, shifting on your feet. Not giving him time to answer, you walked over to your bags and picked them up. “Fine.” You scoffed.

You hadn’t unpacked, seeing that Sebastian’s clothes occupied the dressers, which was fine. You were wearing pajamas, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of there. Sebastian stayed quiet, watching you walk towards the bedroom door again. You turned to Sebastian and sniffled. “I’m sorry I got in the way. Clearly this has put on strain on us, so. Goodbye, Sebastian.” You whispered, gripping your bags in your hands.

A sharp breath fell from his lips as you walked away. You slung your duffel over your shoulder and grabbed your phone, pulling your suitcase behind you. Your throat burned and your heart was racing in your chest.

Waiting by the door for a moment longer, you didn’t see or hear any sign of Sebastian getting out of bed to stop you. Glancing at your wedding ring, you held back more tears.

You opened the door and left, deciding to get a different room. John was probably sleeping and it was late at night, so choosing another hotel or leaving just when you got here wasn’t on your list. You had your first fight with Sebastian, and now you were leaving him, unsure of what to do. Tears fell from your eyes and blurred your vision, the gnawing pain in your chest worsening.

Pressing the open button to the elevator, you stepped in and pressed the lobby button. The doors started closing, but an arm stopped them just shy of being squished. You looked up from your slippers and saw Sebastian. His eyes were red and puffy, his hands quickly pulling you out of the elevator. “What are you doing?” You asked, wiping at your cheeks.

Sebastian took your bags and set them in the hallway. You watched him closely and he was breathing heavily. “Don’t go.” Sebastian said as he turned to you, his tone far different from a few moments ago. Your eyebrows creased and you shook your head. “Seb, I don’t know what to do.” You said, your eyes filling with tears again.

Sebastian stepped towards you, his hands holding onto your cheeks. “I don’t either. But I know that I don’t want you to leave and I know how distant I’ve become. Please, don’t give up on us. Please, I’m begging you.” Sebastian said, his watery blue eyes staring into yours. You sniffled and nodded.

Sebastian pulled you into his body tightly, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. You’re busy, I should still go.” You said, your voice muffled by his chest. 

He pulled away and looked down at you, shaking his head. “Stay. I want you here. I just-it’s hard not having you around; it takes a toll on me, baby. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian breathed, his hands moving up your arms, to your cheeks.

A sigh fell from your lips and Sebastian wiped away the wetness on your cheeks. “I know, I don’t like being away from you either. But being distant and now arguing, what does that solve?” You asked, your hands gently grasping onto Sebastian’s sides. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.” Sebastian said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded again, letting Sebastian grab your bags and your left hand, walking you both back to his hotel room. He led you inside and dropped your bags, kicking the door shut gently with his foot. You turned to face Sebastian and he swooped in and held your waist before pressing his lips against yours. You made a sound of surprise before kissing him back, your hands tangling in his hair.

Sebastian picked you up by your waist and carried you to the bedroom, gently putting you on the bed. You smiled as he pulled away and climbed in beside you. Sebastian’s arms pulled you into his chest and you sighed. “I love you, Y/N.” Sebastian mumbled against your head as his hands rubbed against your back.

“I love you, too.” You whispered, allowing yourself to fall asleep in Sebastian’s arms.

Note: I hope you like this. I feel like it sucks, a lot. feedback is welcome! .c

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zimbits:

  • bitty always threatens to call one of their moms when jack is chirping him
  • bitty unzips jack’s hoodies and then zips himself into them, thoroughly stretching out all of jack’s hoodies.
    • “im cold” “bits no dont-” “IM COMING IN” “b i t t y”
    • “gee it sure is cold out here…” “I told you to bring a sweater” “IF ONLY i had a giant warm boyfriend” “(sigh) come here” “yay!! :)”
  • bitty uses Too Many pillows. Jack uses two.
    • jack: is this enough pillows bittle
      bitty: (literally creating a nest of 8 pillows)
      bitty: absolutely not don’t be cheap jack
  • jack pointing to anything and asking what “that newfangled doohicky is for”. bonus points if it’s something that he uses every day like his blender or his remote for the speakers. 
    • bitty comes up with creative ways to describe what things are for that are unnecessarily long or complicated.
    • jack: (points to the toaster) whats that ridiculous contraption for
      bitty: well, you see, bread was invented about 8000 b.c.e. when-
  • evry single day: “jack, what should I make for dinner” “food probably” “AMAZING how that joke is STILL FUNNY and NOT GETTING OLD OR ANNOYING AT ALL” (jack cackling)
  • bitty gets really giggly when he’s sleepy, especially around jack. jack thinks its really endearing and it makes him giggly and warm as well, so sometimes it’s like 3 am and they’re just laying next to each other poking each other and cracking up for no fucking reason.