the brush off

Mija  // Jeff Atkins

A/N: This took me forever, and it’s long as hell. Word count is like 2K.

Named after: The fact that I thought it was mad cute.

It had been eleven days since his parents caught you in the middle of…almost sex. Eleven days, and yes you were counting. Eleven days of hugs, hand holding, and everything else that just friends do. Eleven days of nothing. Eleven days since Jeff had at least, kissed you.

It was frustrating, mentally and sexually, the way he was treating you. He made you feel like you had the same sex appeal as the sweaty socks on his feet.

 That’s not to say you didn’t try talking to him about it. You tried on day three, and he brushed it off, as though you made it up in your head.

You stood next to the trunk of Jeff’s car, post-baseball practice, as he was taking off his cleats. He set his slides on the gravel in front of him and leaned back into your ride home.

“Jeff… ” you whined.

He paused for a moment, turning at your tone of voice. “What’s up babe?”

“Is there a reason we haven’t done anything since…you know” you bite your lip looking up at him, nervous for honestly whatever he was going to say.

 "What do you mean?“ He answers, his voice wavers and he turns back to his shoes immediately. More focused on untying his laces than on telling you why he’s suddenly acting like he’s considering becoming a priest.

 At least if he told you he was planning on becoming a man of the cloth you’d understand what was going on. Instead, it feels like…like he doesn’t even care like he’s not into you anymore. And that in itself scares the shit out of you.

 He’s not even looking in your general direction when you prompt him again,

“We haven’t even kissed-”

 The sound of his cleats hitting one another is enough to stop whatever you were going to say. Jeff continues along, clouding out the sound of your voice. As if he was going to die if he didn’t get the dirt off his cleats at that very moment.

 "Yes, we have.“ He asserts, his eyes still on the Nike swish.

 You roll your eyes at him, moving in front of your boyfriend. You grab his wrists to stop the clatter of his shoe wear. “When.” You ask, doing your best to try and make him listen to you.

 He huffs briefly, avoiding your face. “I don’t- I don’t know…listen, I have a test on Thursday and it’s freaking me out a bit so can we just talk about this later?”

 "C’mon…” you start.

 His head tilts to the side, his eyes finally meet yours and his shoulders drop. You knew in your gut the conversation was not going to fall in your favor.

 "Please?“ He enunciates. “Just let me get through this test”

 He pouts and you’re glad he at least still remembers how to make you agree to whatever he wants because you’re nodding. Letting go of his wrists and getting into the passenger seat.

Jeff got through the test, as well as a bunch of other excuses. He was stressed. He had a big game. He wasn’t in the mood.

 You tried again, today, on day twelve, but this time in front of his friends. You knew Jeff was a leader, and despite being apart of the jocks he didn’t really care what they thought. But you were desperate that the social setting it might just make a change.

 You were standing with the whole crew of them, Foley, Dempsey, De La Cruz, and a few more of the football and soccer players. Jeff’s arm was around your waist as you were talking to Justin about the chapters you both didn’t read for English class.

 The bell rang and you knew Jeff had lunch while you had the said class. You turned to him letting him know you had to go, hopeful he would kiss you like he normally did before saying bye. Instead, he nodded at you, with a nonchalant, “I’ll see you after school?” before returning to his conversation with Monty.

 You take a step back out of his grasp and didn’t answer. Jeff turns his head, waiting for your response only to see you fall into step with Justin who’s trying his best to act like he didn’t notice. It’s silent for a few seconds as you turn the corner.

 As you make your way down the hall, Justin bumps into you playfully. “I’m sure he’s just tired.” He offers, trying to dull the blow to your ego.

 "Now cheer up, I need someone to make fun of Mr.K with.“

“Wait they walked in?!” Clay earns himself a ‘shh’ from the librarian with his outburst.

“Yeah! And my dad leaves, but my mom is just standing there, telling me I have to talk to my grandmother in Puerto Rico right then and there!”

 "Wow…that sucks.“ The shy boy offers back.

 What started out as a tutoring session in the library after school with Clay, somehow spiraled into what Jeff considered the most awkward situation he’s ever been in.

 "And then! After Y/N leaves, my mom comes back into my room to sit me down and have ‘the talk’.”

 Jeff pinches the bridge of his nose and Clay is trying his best not to laugh. Truth be told he finds the whole thing hilarious. Jeff, let me change your dollar valentine to get girls Jeff, the founding fathers smoked weed Jeff, the boy who still has girls ready to drop everything for him to so much as look in their direction Jeff, is…embarrassed.

 Clay bites his tongue to hold back just how funny he thought this was and instead says, “I feel like you’re a little too old for the talk”

 Jeff nods eagerly.

 "Yeah, no. This wasn’t the birds and the bees talk, this was the ‘are you prepared to be a dad’ talk!“ he’s whisper yelling now, and trying to keep his voice down.

“Mamá, no necesitas tener esta charla” he pleads to the woman sitting in his desk chair.

 “Mijo ni siquiera has escuchado lo que tengo que decir” she says, laughing at her son.

 “No te gusta ella” Jeff assumes.

 “Eres como tu abuela, más que dramática…I love Y/N, she’s family. Mija. I just want you to be careful. What happens if she gets pregnant?”

 “We are careful, trust me, Mamá. Is that all?”

 She laughs, her son redder than the time he swung and missed at his first tee-ball game.

 Nodding watching him as she gets up, she calls out to him as she leaves the room. “Y no cuando estamos en casa. Por favor.”

 Jeff groans loudly, as he falls back onto his bead, “Yes, yeah I got it”.

"The worst part?” he prompts the boy.

 Clay nods eagerly, trying to wipe the smug grin off of his face.

 "Now, every time I want to do anything with Y/N, I literally cannot not see my mom’s face.“ Jeff deadpans. He finally looks at Clay long enough to realize that his tutor thinks this is funny.

 "I’m glad you think this is a joke, Jensen”

 Clay let’s out just a piece of his laugh now, and Jeff slumps back into his seat way past annoyed.

 "I’m-“ Clay lets out another chuckle, "I’m sorry man, it’s pretty funny”

 "Great, now can you help me? Y/N’s fucking pissed at me. You should’ve seen her face today…“

 Jeff knows his strengths, baseball and girls, and his weaknesses, school, and you. He’s appealing to his highest power of sensitivity and awkward charm.

 "Poor Jeff. His girlfriend wants to have sex with him. Let’s make a go fund me for all your troubles.” Clay says in his best jock voice.

 "You’re the worst, you know that?“

 "I love you too, Mijo.” The smaller boy makes kissy faces at the jock and Jeff throws the first few drafts of his essay at Clay.

 “You’re Jeff Atkins. Right?” Clay asks rhetorically.

 Jeff nods, rolling his eyes. It’s the dumbest shit he’s ever heard and he knows Clay is pulling this Dumbledore wisdom straight out of his ass.

 “So put on your big boy pants, and act like it.”

 There’s a silence that settles between the boys as Jeff takes in what Clay said.

 “Now listen, I need your help. I think Hannah and I are going to…you know” the smaller boy whispers.

“So he hasn’t done anything?”

You were leaning on Hannah’s locker, waiting for Jeff to be finished his tutoring session, filling her in on everything that had happened in the past eleven days.


 "Wow…” she mumbles, mostly to herself.

 "Yeah, and he told me his mom talked to him about it…and it’s only gotten worse. I swear he’s going to break up with me.“

 The last part of your sentence pours out of you involuntarily, as your head hits the locker right next to Hannah’s.

 "He’s not going to break up with you.” she says, as comforting as she can.

 "You don’t know that!“

 She sighs, rolling her eyes as she looks at you.

 "Just get him a little…worked up. If he turns you down, you know. But I’d bet you ten bucks he won’t.”

 "I’m not making a bet about whether or not my boyfriend will have sex with me or not. That’s just sad.“

 "Fine. All I’m saying is, maybe instead of using your words, you should maybe give him some action. Pun intended.”

 You sigh staring at the smirk on Hannah’s face.

 "My parents are…out of town this week.“

 You can’t believe you’re agreeing to what Hannah was implying. Jeff was normally the dominant one in your sex life. Sure you were on top sometimes but he was the one with the experience. He was your first.

 "Even better! We’ll stop by the mall today, we can go shopping” her voice rising a couple octaves. “You can pick out whatever you think will get him going.”

 You raise your eyebrow, suspiciously. You knew she had work.

 "Fine, I was going anyways. I already took off work. I want to look good for me and Clays first time. Sue me.“ she throws in casually.

You walk into the library, Hannah right behind you trying to find both of your boys. You spot them at a table whispering frantically at one another.

 “Mijo!” Hannah starts a smile wide on her face.

 Jeff sighs, shaking his head. “You told her?” he questions.

 You turn instead to Clay as you lean over the table. “Clay, did he tell you?” Clay’s mouth drops trying to form a response, his hands. “I thought so”, you concluded.

 Jeff rolls his eyes, clearing his throat. “Fine. Fine, we’re almost done, babe, right, tattle tale?” he asks looking back to Clay. Clay rolls his eyes at the name while nodding in agreement.

 “Actually, Hannah and I are…going to the mall. My house at 10 though. Don’t be late.”  You say to your boyfriend. Jeff knows your parents aren’t home this week. He’d been avoiding it for the past week. “Actually- I kinda had plans with Clay-” Jeff improvs. “10. Atkins. I’m serious”.

 Jeff is looking at Clay like he was a lifeline. The boy smiles back at him, almost to taunt him. “Yeah mijo, go with her. Hannah and I kinda had plans.” He repeats Jeff’s words and now the baseball player may have to actually kick his ass.

Hannah laughs and you smile at Clay graciously, kiss your boyfriend’s cheek and make your way out. Hannah high fiving once you get out of the school doors.

It was 10 on the dot when the doorbell rang to your house.

Pay Attention To Me - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Can you a jeff imagine where you’re doing something on your phone, and Jeff is being a baby like wanting your attention…”

A/N: This is adorable of course I want to write it!

You were currently refreshing your emails, waiting to see if the job you applied for had gotten back to you. Intermittently, you would check your various social medias to take your mind off it.

“Y/Nnnnnn…” your boyfriend Jeff whined, dragging out your name.

“I’m a little busy Jeff.” You brushed him off. You heard him sigh and slump into his chair.

About five minutes later, he said your name again, this time with a little more frustration.

“Jeff! Seriously this is important and I need to take my mind off it!”

“Pay attention to me, then.”

You sighed exasperatedly at him, ignoring him once more.

“Fine, if that’s how you wanna play…” he muttered under his breath so that you couldn’t hear it. Just then, you felt a moist sensation on your cheek. Jeff Atkins had decided to fucking lick your face. You gave him the side eye.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You acted miffed, but really you weren’t. He chuckled and gave another small lick. You had been determined to not be phased by this, but to no avail. So, you moved over to the other sofa in the room.

Refreshing again, you sighed in frustration that it had still not yet arrived.

“Stop thinking about it, Y/N. It’ll come, you just need to distract yourself.” Jeff comforted from the other sofa.

“Not now Jeff…” you brushed him off yet again.

There were a few moments of absolute silence while you sat and stared at your phone.

Then, suddenly, you felt a large weight on top of you. Jeff had jumped on you and was enveloping you in a huge bear hug. You struggled, but there wasn’t really much in it.

“Jeeffff…” you whined lacklusterly. He gripped his arms around you tightly, lifting you slightly so that you were on your back, he then proceeded to lick the lip of your nose and chuckle.

“You. Look. So. Cute. When. You. Pretend. To. Be. Mad.” Each word was interrupted by a peck somewhere on your face. You tried pulling your phone out behind Jeff, but he felt the movement and knocked it out of your hand.

“Uh-uh. You want this distraction, you told me yourself.” He grinned, pecking your cheek. “I love you.” He whispered close to your face, before kissing each eye, then your nose, then your mouth. You couldn’t hold it in anymore - and let out a loud cackle as you squirmed underneath him.

“J-eff!” This time there was no force in your speech as it made itself out through the laughter. “You’ve made my face all wet!”

“I can make other parts of you wet, too.” He winked comically.

“Oh my god Jeff! Shut up!” You were now laughing so hard that your stomach hurt, and its movement was moving Jeff above you. You hit him in the chest lightly before realising your movement was so severe that you were by the edge of the sofa, so you grabbed onto his shoulders. Unsurprisingly, you proceeded to accidentally roll off the sofa, pulling your boyfriend with you.

Now the two of you were on the floor, In fits of laughter, hitting, and kissing, and rolling about with one another.

After calming down a little, you ended up on top of Jeff. Getting your face close to his, you whispered; “I love you, too.”

“You’re not mad at me anymore then?” He played with your hair, smiling.

“I never was, dummy. Only slightly.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I have to say, you do make a good distraction.”

He pushed his lips together, before blowing through them and making them slap together like a horse, which just ended up with you and him in fits of giggles, once again.

Kiss the Girl

<< PART 1 ( part of your world )

<< PART 2 ( washed up )

Group: BTS


Excerpt: ‘he dived under water, you still in his arms as you continued to writhe around all the air escaping your mouth in bubbles. Then your lungs filled with water.’

Genre: fluff, mermaid au

Length: 1.5k

A/N: I’ve always believed in mermaids

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl


“What’s the difference between a siren and a mermaid, mummy?” Your mother had glowered at you; in all honesty, she just wanted you to drop your obsession that she knew would most likely lead to you going too close to the water’s edge. But still, she pulled you onto her lap, brushing off the damp sand on your knees as she pulled you to her chest,

“Originally mermaids and sirens were two different beings, mermaids known for physical beauty, and sirens had heavenly voices,” you smiled looking up at her, as she continued her story, “but somewhere along the way the lines blurred, sirens became as beautiful as mermaids. That’s why you have to be careful,” she tapped your nose lightly, “These days the only way to tell them apart is you listen. A mermaid may have a beautiful voice but a sirens' melody will pull you to the water against your will.”

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A-Z NSFW: Chen

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

why was this so hard to write

A = Aftercare 
This entire post is going to go in the complete opposite direction of this lmao but of course he’s going to take care of you well afterwards. Lesson learned kids, if anyone you’re with brushes off aftercare, kick their ass to the curb, cuz they don’t care about you. Chen’s a shower and relax together, wash each other gently kind of aftercare guy. Plus he wants to cuddle afterwards and no one wants sticky, smelly, gross cuddles.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
I’m not gonna even try and pretend I don’t think Chen is the most perverted of the bunch lmao he always has his hands on your chest. Just…fun to touch tbh. Chen’s abs are coming in pretty nicely, I sure he’s pretty proud of them, his muscles in general are his favorite thing about himself although we all knows its his forehead

C = Cum 
Nana: oh he’s a nasty little shit. He’s that fucker than jizzes in your goddamn hair and you have to wash it as quick as you can before it dries and it looks like your entire scalp is just shedding…

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Chen really wants to bring it up, because sex is pretty open between you two and all, so he’s not really ashamed, just doesn’t know how to throw it out there, especially since he’s normally the pretty dom one in the bedroom. He likes the idea of being blindfolded and handing the reigns over to you so he has no idea what you’re up to or will do next. But he will tell you…soon…maybe….

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Man I don’t trust his hoe ass….I feel like he’s done stuff already but idk, either way, he knows too fucking much and it makes me nervous. He’s a grown man, I doubt he’s never heard of porn, and the fucking dick popping EXO does, he knows what he’s up to.

F = Favorite position
While he’s kinky, he’s a pretty simple man, plain missionary with your legs tossed over his shoulders is a good go-to for him. Easy position for him to have fun, and you’re kind of tramped a bit, seeing as you’re literally folded in half under his body. You’ll probably need to stretch before hand….I tried putting my leg behind my head the other day cuz I could when I was a kid and I was sure I was going to have to amputate my leg…

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Chen’s kind of a clown, but I think he gets pretty serious and into his ‘character’ in the bedroom. He’s not the soft and floofy Jongdae he usually is, he’s full blown Chen behind closed doors.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
His pits are wild smh I weirdly don’t think he trims or anything down there, I don’t know why, but he just gives me the vibes that he just lets it run free and have a life of its own….

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Chen’s another member that makes up for his lack of romance in the bedroom in your non-sexual relationship. Of course there’s times he tones it back and really shows you his love; makes love to you rather than fucking. But on the norm, he’s a pretty wild man in the sack.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Pfff who are we playing, Chen jerks off like mad. But lord knows he can’t make a mess in the dorm room with Xiu being his roomie or the older would literally kill him. He takes shelter in the bathroom and handles business like anyone else.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
His secret is he wants to be blindfolded, mainly because you look and react so well when he blindfolds you. He loves seeing your body relaxed and tense all at the same time, never knowing where he is or what he’ll do next; never knowing what he’ll touch next. Watching your skin prickle and your body flinch and you squirm when he brushes a feather against your skin is just art to him.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
[See Risk] Bedroom/Bathroom are really the only two options in his mind, but being that he’s very adventurous with positions, the bathroom isn’t really safe so the bed is pretty much where most of the magic happens.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Chen’s usually pretty blunt with his advances, there’s no sly looks or catching on that you touching his arms means you want to fuck, he just straight out says, “I want to fuck”, and life goes on. But he likes how subtle you try to be, especially when the boys are around, your light touch on his thigh until he turns his attention to you and he can see your eyes clouded with lust. The idea of what will happen later in his mind while you wear that innocent face, it really gets his boner party going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
[Plays into Risk] Chen’s a kink freak and we all know this, but he doesn’t like anyone else but you knowing it, so he’s not here for leaving the safety and privacy of the locked bedroom. Under no circumstances will he leave the bathroom or bedroom, don’t even try.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Do I….do I have to say anything else?

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I feel like Chen’s a…humper if that makes sense, he’s pretty fast and hard, but he’s not full blown thrusting into you, more like quick pumps because he likes having your body close to his and doesn’t really want to pull away and lose that contact, even for a second.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
While he’s a horny pup, he’s ready and willing to go, unless you want a quickie I don’t see him doing them much. He likes to please you and stretch out the foreplay and tease you for as long as humanly possible. It’s arguably his favorite part of sex, having you all hot and squirming for him, so if that’s cut out of the equation for a quickie, he’s not that thrilled. Quickies do happen frequently though, back stage at concerts or before he has to leave for his schedule, but he’s not too impressed with them. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I feel like he’s a guy that lives by the kamasutra book, he wants to try a lot of stuff, almost anything just once to see what the point is. He’s not very risky with places, like he doesn’t like leaving the bedroom, but doing things with you, he’s all ears….or dick…whatever you wanna say.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Nana says he’s fuck happy. So basically she says that he’s a quick fuck, dick in a hole only lasts a few minutes, 10 minutes tops, but he’s up and ready for another round so quick you don’t know what’s going on. So Chen’s stamina is pretty high…almost unusually high….

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I don’t trust him….he gives me the vibe of he’s so nasty that you don’t need toys, but he’s such a little shit that I feel like he collects the shit like pokemon? He’s definitely has handcuffs, vibrators, specific silk ties he likes the cool feel on, a few feathers…..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s….a little fucking shit…..I can see him teasing you to the point you’re literally crying. Like he ain’t stopping unless you use the safe word to tell him to fuck you or fuck off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Umm high note master Kim Jongdae? It sounds like a fucking opera in that bedroom tf ?? Chen’s a very loud moaner…The whole damn town, let alone the members will hear you and him, I’d invest into some ear plugs if I was you….

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Chen’s a pretty kinky fucker in my mind…and we all know for a fact he’s going to want to try some weird ass position. The first time a legit cramp set in from the stretch, he went into a full state of panic, you had to literally pry the phone from his hands to stop him from calling an ambulance. For someone that dances and works out, he really didn’t grasp the concept of mid-sex cramps. God help him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Lmao I hate my grandma…..okay here we fckin go. I asked my 60 year old Nana and she said “he’s like the package of hot dogs you get on sale because one’s kinda fucked up. He’s the fucked up one.” aka in her mind, means that he’s slightly below average in length, and more narrow/slender than typical, but he’s just a horn dog that he’ll “hump you into next week” bye

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Nana says, and I quote, Chen is a “horny dog that needs his nutters snipped so he calms the fck down”. And Nana’s word is law. Chen’s sex drive is out of this world, he needs to see a doctor and get some pills to mellow his ass out tbh.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I think Chen is kind of a lazy guy, after sex he’s pretty fckin beat, and ready to just shower and hit the hay. So he falls asleep pretty fast, but tbh he’s just eager to wake up and jump your bones again.

alkjjsd #tbt to when my catholic mother was like to me “your brother’s growing up to be so nice, he really cares about his friend adam…he got him a glass of water as soon as he came in…they hug…he shares his food with him…hes jus such a generous Friend” and i was like no mum it’s because he’s gay and that’s his boyfriend, my borhter is so nice bc he’s in love with his Boyfriend that he’s in homosexuals with mum wake tf up he’s a GAY

Things each sign notice about themselves

aries; they notice they can be a bit controlling

taurus; how they let people over step their boundaries and brush it off

gemini; they’re problematic

cancer; how much small situations can easily affect them

leo; they can be a bit over the top

virgo; how fast they shut people down from getting close to them in any form

libra; they avoid confrontation

scorpio; how bad their jealousy can get

sagittarius; they keep running away from their problems

capricorn; they’re very hard on themselves

aquarius; they’re unruly

pisces; they get caught too much into their fantasy world

** check your sun, mars and rising **

ok i’m actually really mad about how they treated illyana this issue. they passed her off as  ~* dark and mysterious *~  again as they fuckin always do and totally just disregarded how complex illyana’s thoughts about the phoenix actually are. like, it didn’t break her powers like it did the rest of the hosts’, in fact she got a lot stronger in the aftermath, but she still suffered considerably and she “burned” just as the rest of them did. it changed her too and the fact that they just brushed that off as insignificant really irritates me.

And before y'all brush that idea off like “there is no Dark Jedi”, behold the admittedly now apocryphal “Book of Sith” talking about the Dark Jedi.

REMEMBER: there are MORE factions in the force than just jedi and sith. A branch of the Dark Jedi, according to this book, actually broke away, overcame the Sith race, and *became them*, appropriating their culture for their own and taking advantage of their harsher teachings and techniques.

I would argue that Maz, too, is of a more downplayed neutral force faction, and then we also have whatever Snoke is and what he’s trying to train Kylo up to be…

The Dark Jedi could very well still be a thing, and if del Toro’s unnamed character has been labeled “DJ” and we’ll “see what that means later”, I think it’s worth considering.

If Dark Jedi make a revival, then I think that gives us pretty good footing to go forward with the idea of The Gray for Rey and Ben.

Getting on Archie’s bad side would include:

Originally posted by hvproductions

• having absolutely no idea how you ended up on his bad side, one day he just starts ignoring you

• catching his glares in the hallway constantly

• when he’s not completely ignoring you and pretending you don’t exist

• “oh, she’s going… I guess I’m busy then.”

• him pretending you aren’t there at all most of the time, or rudely interrupting when you’re trying to have a conversation with Veronica, Betty or jughead

• him brushing you off completely when you try to ask what’s wrong

• “do you have a problem with me, Andrews?!”

• “no, my problem is you.”

• having to get one of the others to ask him when you need something

• no one else having any idea why he has such a problem with you

• snide comments and little insults whenever you do manage to talk to him

• being shoulder checked in the hallway all the time “by accident”

• getting so frustrated you stop trying to fix things entirely and just start being as petty as he is

• always interrupting his conversations just to wind him up

• calling him ‘orange zest’ because you know how much he hates it

• putting glitter in his school books so he can’t open them with out getting covered

• finally fighting it out in the middle of school

• everyone watching as you scream because you’re both as loud as each other

• Betty and Veronica trying to break it up and neither one of you listening to them

• him leaving the room when you start making valid points and basically winning the argument

• you still having no idea why he has a problem with you

• approaching him again, calmly, to ask what his damn problem is

• “just stop with the glitter”

• “then tell me why you hate me!”

• “I never said I hated you!”

“You told Betty I was the devil.”

• you being really upset about the way he acts towards you

• one day he goes too far with a joke and you leave the table, obviously distressed

• Betty follows you to see if you’re okay and comes back saying you locked yourself in a bathroom stall crying

• he finds you and actually apologizes, because even though he doesn’t like you that much right now he didn’t think you’d be that upset

• him laying off when he realises out how much it’s affecting you

• the two of you coming to a silent truce after that, you leave each other alone

• you co-exist

• both of you secretly hope that you can make up

•but your both too stubborn to say so

anonymous asked:

suga + "i really appreciate you" fluff?

1,090k - oops 

The sounds of police sirens wail in the distance, and it’s enough to signal that you and Yoongi must not have been as sneaky as you both had assumed.

Your eyes widen when you hear them, your gaze finding Yoongi’s. Eyes staring into his. And he tenses, if just for a moment, but he quickly lets it pass, tries to brush it off in fear of frightening you further.

Yoongi and you always prepare for worst case scenario, you both always have a backup plan. You don’t dare step foot in a house that you didn’t know. You both did your research, you both always made sure that the routine would be quick, simple. You’d break in, usually undetected, get what you both had come for, leave and make love in the front seat of his car high on adrenaline and excitement.

It was ritual.

It was safe.

You both anticipated everything.

Silent alarms.

Someone arriving home early.

Locked windows.

But, you both never anticipated that the Koi’s had a dog.

A German Shepherd at that. One that you were absolutely sure was a retired police dog after the bite it had pressed into your ankle.

Yoongi is carrying you to the backdoor as quickly as he can, knowing that the chance of both of you escaping is decreasing by the second, if the police sirens growing closer to your destination indicated anything at all.

He reaches for the doorknob, unlocks it the quickest he can to his capability before carrying you out to the backyard.

And you’re almost there, almost ready to escape. The panic in your being starts to decrease a considerable amount.

That is until you hear the low, “Fucking shit!” That falls from Yoongi’s lips, causing you to look up from his chest, and–

your hopes of getting out of there uncaught are now diminishing, dissipating into thin air before your very eyes.

Because in the midst of you being bit by the dog, you both had somehow forgotten about the tall fence that surrounded the Koi’s yard.

Your heart starts to race quicker, panic resettling inside of your being.

And Yoongi’s then carrying you over to the next thing he sees: a patio table.

“Give me a second, Y/N. I’ll get us out of here, don’t worry.”

And then he’s rushing to the gate door, messing with the lock and when he doesn’t open it, your panic only starts to raise.

“Yoongi?” You sound a moment later, extending your wounded foot to the ground, you had barely applied any pressure, but it was still enough to make you whimper.

The whimper causes his attention to fall back onto you, and then he’s rushing over. “Baby, baby, stop, okay?” He rushes out hushed, the police sirens had silenced, making it known that they were now somewhere in the house.

“I’m sorry Yoongi.” You say, tears starting to fill your eyes. “It’s because of me that we’re gonna get caug–” He interrupts you then, his lips pressing into yours quickly, and for a moment you forget about the impending doom you both are about to face.

The kiss is enough to calm you, enough to make your eyes close, enough to remind you that everything was going to be okay. That you both were going to be okay, whether your parents found about your extra curriculum activities or not.

And it was going to be okay, because he was Min Yoongi, and he was yours. And he loved you.

You loved each other.

He breaks the kiss a moment later, his hand moving to your cheek, palm pressing against the skin, the pad of his thumb moves to wipe away the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

And he stares directly into your eyes when he speaks next.

“I really appreciate you.” He says, “You know that right?” His other hand moves to a long strand of your brunette hair that had fallen from your pony tail at some point in the night. You nod your head, not quite understanding why he’s speaking what he is. He tucks the hair behind your ear slowly, taking a step backwards.

“And I love you.” He says softly, the tip of his nose pressing to the tip of yours. “I love you so much, you mean the absolute world to me.”

“Yoongi–” you interrupt, suddenly growing uneasy, because his words – they are starting to sound like a goodbye. “Why– why are you say–” And as he takes a step backwards, it dawns on you.

Your eyes stare directly into his as he takes another step backwards, your hands falling from where they had been intertwined with his own.

By now you can hear the muffled movement coming from the inside of the house.

They were going to be here anytime.

“Yoongi?” You question, because the idea of him leaving you there was just so preposterous.

But he doesn’t reply as he takes another step backwards, growing closer to the fence.

And it’s then that you realize he wasn’t heading in the direction of the gate, but rather the fence itself. Meaning, the gate hadn’t opened, and he knew that if he wanted to escape without being caught, he’d have to escape alone.

Even if it meant leaving you behind.

“Yoongi.” You state, as tears start to fill your eyes, and if the hysteria you feel wasn’t evident in your voice, then you’re positive it was in your facial features, because he looks down, ripping his eyes from yours, as if the sight of you crying hurts him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I hope you can forgive me someday. I-” he hesitates. “I love you so fucking much.”

And then he’s turning around, running to the fence as he starts to climb it.

And he’s leaving you.

Doing the one thing he promised he’d never do.

And you’re left screaming his name, screaming your frustrations out, because you were going to get caught anyway, it didn’t matter if you were loud in that very moment or not. You watch as he climbs the fence, as he doesn’t dare give you another glance as he jumps to the ground on the other side, and you can hear the brush of the bushes moving as he runs away.

As he leaves you sitting there, unable to move because of the pain coming from your foot.

Which was certainly broken.

But the pain coming from your broken foot was no match for the pain coming from your now broken heart.


A/N- This was certainly not very fluffy, I’m sorry but it’s what came to mind! Let me know if anyone wants me to expand on this or something! Also, I did not edit this at all, so I apologize for any mistakes!!


Weeks had passed and your wrist had healed as you were finally able to go back to work again. Most days, you had been spending time at the café, watching the guys laugh and flirt with the various customers. You found it funny how flustered Tae would get when Jimin or Jungkook would serve you, how the groups of girls would giggle and Tae would try to brush them off. You even started to bring Ashley with you, and the two of you just continuously joked with the guys as they served you.

Oooh, baby, can you pick that up in slow motion? Ashley joked as Yoongi rolled his eyes at her, picking up a napkin, before turning and giving her a small wink. You laughed as you watched her cheeks tint pink. I swear, that guy is going to give me a heart attack. She fanned herself with the napkin and you let out a hearty laugh.

Tae walked over to your table and raised his eyebrows.

Don’t we have to get you to the hospital to get that taken off? He asked, pointing at your cast and you nodded. You were incredibly excited to finally be able to go back to work, this entire situation had taught you to appreciate your artistry. Waving to Ash, you left the café, while Tae quickly threw his apron over the counter at Jimin.

After the hospital, the two of you walked hand in hand, as Tae swung your arm happily.

Doesn’t this feel good? You’re free from the cast! He exclaimed. You knew that it bothered him a lot that Ava had been the cause of so much pain, but you had been able to forgive her for some reason.

Yea, it’s nice to not have that cast on. It was weirdly heavy. You murmured back as the two of you made your way into the tattoo parlor. You smiled at Aiden, who sheepishly smiled back. He had also been really uncomfortable with everything that had happened after he urged you to live a little but you had assured him that you were happy with Tae. No more cast! You exclaimed and Aiden rolled his eyes as he nodded.

Great, so you can take the night shift! Aiden smiled and you groaned.

Fine, fine. You mumbled and Tae shook his head as he watched the two of you.

Well she’s going to be pretty busy tonight. Tae responded, and Aiden wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. No, not that! We did that this morning! Tae gave Aiden too much information and you smacked Tae’s arm.

What the fuck, he doesn’t need to know our sex life. You mumbled to Tae, who shrugged and laughed a little.

I still need her to fix something up. Tae responded vaguely and Aiden quirked an eyebrow before greeting a client walking into the shop. Tae walked right into your room and you closed the door behind him.

So what’s this thing I need to fix up? You asked as you washed your hands at the sink inside your room. You heard the rustle of clothes and turned to find Tae shirtless. I thought you said we did that this morning? You asked Tae and he rolled his eyes, pointing to the cursive Ava tattoo.

Remember the reason I came in here? I want you to cover up this idiotic tattoo. He mumbled, you lightly touched the skin as you slipped the latex gloves on your hands. Looking through your sketches, you found the birch trees you had done some weeks back. Creating a stencil, you placed it on his skin, and placed the needle up to the inked area.

It wasn’t a massive tattoo, but it took some time to perfect the shading and make sure that the writing was completely covered. You smiled as you made the finishing touches, being careful with the area, you placed the needle down and grabbed a mirror. Showing Tae, he looked at the newly covered area.

Woah, it’s awesome. He said in complete awe as he looked at the miniature forest that now completely covered the area he so hated. He smiled at you, his rectangular grin was infectious. This was the moment you lived for, when you made someone so happy with the art that they just couldn’t contain their happiness. You know what this means? He asked and you tilted your head.

I’m no longer ashamed to look at myself naked. He wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

Alright, calm down, buddy. You mumbled with a laugh. I got the night shift and last time that happened, I ended up with a broken wrist and a boyfriend. You pointed at him. Tae’s eyes went wide.

That better not happen again! He exclaimed and you laughed.

When you looked in the mirror, the reflection was no different than a few weeks ago. You had no markings, no ink, you were still the tattoo-less tattoo artist. Yet somehow, the girl that stood in the mirror was so much different than before. This girl was more will to take risks, she lived life with a bit more freedom, and she loved the people around her. She loved adventures and was willing to let go of some of the consequences.

You looked at Tae, he was the catalyst. He opened the door to a world you were now living in and you couldn’t be happier. Maybe one day you would find a story that was worth staining your skin for, but for right now, you enjoyed making memories with Tae and seeing where life took you. 


The life of a king consists of hours of meetings during each day, with every member of the privy council pushing for some change in law, taxation, military spending, preparations for an upcoming holiday or visit by foreign dignitaries. It’s really no wonder that by the end of the day, you find him asleep at his desk, a stack of signed documents on one side and a few unsigned ones still open for perusing on his lap. Quietly, you take the papers off him and set them on the table before softly brushing his hair off his forehead, making his eyelids flutter open, expression soft as his gaze rests on you. “I believe you would sleep more peacefully in our bed.”
He stretches before pushing himself up from the chair, reaching out a hand to take yours, tired grin still stretched over his lips now that he can delight in your company rather than that of his advisors. “Then I suppose it is time for us to adjourn to our bedroom.” He brings your hand to his lips, gently kissing the back before he pulls you closer to leave his study.

- Admin J

Probably an unpopular opinion but it really bothers me in fanfiction, whenever Bucky tries to deal with what happened to him and the people The Winter Soldier killed and the guilt he feels, Steve or Sam or whoever just tells him “it’s not your fault” and brushes it to the side. Not because I think it’s his fault, it’s not, obviously, but because I feel like it takes away Bucky’s autonomy to his feelings. It brushes how Bucky feels about everything under the rug because by telling him “it’s not your fault” every time he talks about feeling guilty, you’re not allowing him to work through his guilt about what happened to him on his own, you’re not allowing him to express his own feelings and work through them on his own terms. Because, yeah, it’s not his fault, but Steve or Sam telling him that doesn’t make him feel any less guilty. And by brushing off his guilt and by dismissing it by saying “it’s not your fault,” they’re not allowing Bucky the right to feel how he feels, and they’re not allowing him to work out those feelings with them, the people he’s closest to and trusts the most. I don’t know if I’m explaining this right, but basically I feel like by just telling him that it’s not his fault, by not allowing him to express the guilt he feels without it getting brushed aside with a “it’s not your fault,” it is denying him the right to feel how he feels and talk about it and work through it on his own terms.

That Wasn’t A Part Of The Plan

George was acting incredibly weird.

The first time you noticed was when he was on his own, which is not unusual but he was awfully skittish. You brushed it off because it was standard procedure when he and Fred split up to execute a prank. They were both so used to watching the other’s back that it was unnerving for them to cover their own. 

The second time, you weren’t witness to it but Hermione mentioned it to you as a conversation starter when you were walking with her to the Hall for dinner. He had, apparently, argued madly with Fred for a moment before Fred calmed him down and they carried on as if nothing had happened. 

The third time? He had pulled you aside during your free hour, evidently skipping Potions at the same time, and whispered, “I know.” As if you had a large conspiracy up your sleeve you were waiting to leash on Hogwarts and that he wanted a part of.

“I don’t understand what you’re specifically referencing to, George.” 

“I know about your fury little problem.” 

You nodded, “oh that.” Your tilted to the side slightly, “what about it? You make it sound as though it’s a really secret problem I have to deal with.” 

You examined his face closely, noting the confusion carving its mark into his handsome features. “What? What did you actually think my fury little problem actually was?” 

“I thought it was because you were a werewolf.” He confessed. Still confused as to why you weren’t freaking out that he knew your secret.

You laughed, “oh Georgie. I think you and Fred need to evaluate your eavesdropping skills.” You let him stew in his frustration a little longer before explaining, “What I was actually discussing with Professor McGonagall was that Saxon, my Barn Owl, was having a little problem with his feathers.” 

“Oh.” Was the only sound he could make at this revelation. “Well that throws the entire plan out of the window.” 

“You had a plan?” You queried before it clicked, “oh you had a plan because you thought I had lycanthropy?” 

“Yeah. I was going to let you know that I knew and then the others would find you and let you know that they knew too and it was such an elaborate plan and look where that got us.” 

“I’ll give you points for effort, if it’ll make you feel better?” 

“I know something else that will make me feel better.”

“What would that be?” 

He lifted his left hand to caress your cheeks as his other hand wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you tighter into his embrace. Your arms journeyed up his body as he leaned closer until you hands reached their destination around his neck and his lips sealed themselves against yours.

The pair of you danced the age old dance of lovers for a while before he pulled away to allow breath back into your bodies. 

“That wasn’t a part of the plan, by the way, I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now.” 

“Would you plan on doing that again?” 

He kissed you again, just a quick peck, “I didn’t plan that.”

“Will you keep kissing me whenever you want to?”

“Only if you do the same.”


“Oi! That wasn’t a part of the plan!”

“Ssh Fred! They’ll hear us!”

You smiled at George as you gently, slowly brought his head closer and you rose onto your toes to kiss him because it wasn’t a part of the plan and because you didn’t need to have a plan to kiss him.

He wants you to kiss him and to be able to kiss you whenever you wanted to. 

There didn’t need to be a well thought out plan for this.

Love was never planned.


I was out grocery shopping with my three boys today and an older gentleman said this:

“Three boys? My prayers are with you.”

Now, if this had only happened once, I could brush it off as a joke. However, someone makes a comment like this every single time I go out with all three. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I get variations of:

“Oh bless your heart.”

“Are you going to try for a girl?”

“Couldn’t get a girl, huh?”

“I don’t know how you do it. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

1. You are actually implying that it sucks to have my kids, because they are all boys.

2. They can hear you. All of you. They are standing right next to me as you pity me for their existence.

3. My kids are awesome. 

All of y’all can fuck right the fuck off. I am so sick of people thinking it’s okay to insult my family under the guise of a joke. It’s no longer funny.

needy-plushie  asked:

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

Lafeyette’s mother didn’t like her very much.

Lafeyette’s father liked his work more than he liked her.

She can’t rightly tell you the details of how she was taken from her father but she can tell you it was for good reason. Every detail of her mother’s departure, however, is etched into her mind. Not offered so much as a hug. She’d been pat on the head like a dog and brushed off when her little hand gripped at her mother’s tunic. They had to hold her back, shrieking and crying, as she watched her mother leave. Lafeyette was five.

Father, gone. Mother, gone.

It stood to reason then that Lafeyette must have been an unlovable child.

For this Lafeyette asked of no reassurance. Everyone had secrets, she had come to find. What grown up would leave their child if they hadn’t one of their own? Mother, absconded to Eorzea. Father, locked away with his work. Even her Maman had to be keeping secrets. She wouldn’t tell her the why of it all. Thus Lafeyette kept her mouth shut and never said a word. If she so much as whispered she was unlovable someone might hear her. Worse, they might agree.

Lafeyette is twenty now. After fifteen years every wound closes but not all close cleanly. The scar of it still aches and pulls too tight at her skin. Sometimes, she thinks, if she moves her heart too far this way or that the skin will tear. She’d been boring a charming girl but had she been born lovable? There’s no way.

At first Lafeyette had hobbled together a group of friends. Then they became worse than that, they became family. And family leaves. Just like her father had done to her. Just like her mother had done to her. Just like she had done to her Maman. Family leaves.

One side’s hero is always another side’s villain, or that’s what Kara told herself as she carefully brushed the dust off her body into a little tin.

It might have been 90% Daxamite ashes, or maybe only 9%. However much it was, they at least deserved a proper and off to Rao.

from the last clip and texts it seems like eva maybe taking notice of sana being distant but will she reach out tho?? I could also imagine her and noora having a conversation about it cos I think noora has also noticed too.
also, I think the girls had a convo about sana chris would be down to do anything to help sana but vilde would probably just brush it off but anyhow, I hope they reach out to her soon. ://:

anonymous asked:

why do people feel the need to be awful? You look cute af and I hope the stupid anon doesnt stop you from feelin your fantasy and living your truth. You're gorgeous <3<3

People are brainwashed to think that those who (are trying to, in my case) love themselves are a threat. I don’t know why? Maybe because it is so unusual to see someone outside the frame of the ideal who are proud of themselves, and that makes people think they should push us back into “our place” of self hatred and invisibility.

I am not gonna lie, I try so hard to love myself and every day is a struggle. Today I felt really good for once! And it just wanted to spread some love to those who experience my usual self loathing.
but when someone makes me feel bad wearing my favourite outfit, it does hurt like fucking hell. And this day/week/ maybe month is absolutely ruined.
Ofc I’m gonna try to brush it off and move on, I’m not gonna let it get to me as much as it used to. But I’m probably gonna feel awful and hate myself more than usual these next few days.
Even though it was just a stupid comment from someone who obviously is a stupid asshole, not even deserving the right to eat my shit. And that we should probably feel sorry for because they are such a sad excuse of a person.

But yeah, humans are disgusting and I feel ashamed to be part of this society.