the fight in the comments is stupid

anonymous asked:

What's the most badass Dad moment Victor and Yuri have had

As in when the kids have seen and thought of them as being badass? 

So Viktor and Yuuri would never get into an actual fight or anything, but they definitely often sass the hell out of reporters, which is always an amazing sight to behold. Whether it’s a stupid question or just something really invasive, the two often have the best responses (Yuuri, most of the time, accidentally). 

One time though, Viktor was asked what he thought about one of Mirai’s most famous comments that she was ‘going to win more gold medals’ than Viktor ever did, one day. He just looked very seriously into the camera and said “I’d like to see her figure out how to do her own laundry first” or something to that effect, which wasn’t the MOST savage thing he could have said, but everyone (except Mirai) thought it was amazing. 

Why Steve Trevor is amazing Thread

*SPOILERS!!!!!*

  • He never made a comment about Diana not being able to do anything because “She is a woman.”
  • When he said “I can’t let you do this,” he wasn’t underestimating her powers nor thinking he could control her. He was just stating that Ares might NOT exist so Diana might be after a human being.
  • HE WATCHED THE ‘SHIELD’ MOVE AND WITHOUT DIANA EVEN GIVING HIM A HINT, USED IT IN THE BATTLE. SHOUTING, ‘DIANA, SHIELD’
  • when squad said they weren’t worried about Diana, that she could take care of herself, they were worried about him, he didn’t go like “Oh come on i can protect myself too.”
  • When Diana became angry at Steve because she thought Ares affected him too, he didn’t say anything hurtful, he just pointed where the guy is and literally said “GO THERE.”
  • When Diana said men are useful but not necessary for pleasure, he didn’t make any stupid comment nor deny it.
  • He never judged or made fun of Diana for not knowing ‘normal’ stuff, instead he explained them.
  • He kept his promises.
  • During “No Man’s Land” scene, although he said noone was able to cross that place, he didn’t mean it because Diana was a woman. He was just simply stating the facts.
  • However when Diana said “It’s what i’m going to do” and started fighting, HE WENT AFTER HER TO HELP. He could just sit there until Diana finished taking everyone down, you know.
  • Whenever Diana went fighting, he was always supportive, never said things like “No, i’ll go,” or “Let me come with you.” First shield, then warehouse. He just stands there and nods.
  • HE FOUGHT WITH AMAZONS.
  • When he told Diana to stand back and Diana saved him from the bullets, he didn’t become grumpy. Instead he was like “LEAD THE WAY.”
  • He tried to convince Diana that even if people aren’t controlled by Ares and even if they are pieces of shits, she still needs to save the world.
  • He literally told her what is important is what you believe in and that somehow became Diana’s motto. When she remembered his words, although she was still so angry and sad because of his death, she embraced love for humanity once again.

PS:feel free to add to the list.

sometimes I see stupid comments in different places of this fandom about adding lipstick on (mostly male ofc) characters, so it inspires me to draw/sketch this kind of stuff, hehe.. ( @marinette-buginette omg, sorry hahah)

Adrien had so fab (fight me if pink doesnt suit him) lipstick after one photo shoot, so lately he couldnt stop himself to share with his friends.. in his way, pff  idk what am i doing

(no worries, Chloe will get this too lmao) 

12.14 coda

Dean may have missed out on the fight, but he still feels like drinking when he finally gets back home. Ketch’s expensive bottle of bribery is still sitting on the war room table and his glass is still in his favorite spot, right where he left it.

“Oh, hello, sweetness. Daddy’s here,” Dean coos at it. He hums as he picks up the bottle - still heavy even after a couple of drinks. “Shhh. It’s just you and me now.”

Sam scoffs. “Really, Dean? You’re that easy?”

Dean rolls his eyes over his shoulder. “So?”

Sam doesn’t really want to start anything, he’s feeling too good. He lets Dean smuggle his booze away to his room like always and revels in the still-fresh feeling of adrenaline-fueled ass-kicking. Changing the world. Power in the palms of his hands. He’ll try not to let it go to his head, but he deserves to celebrate the win at least.

Dean, meanwhile, falls like a heavy weight against the back of his bedroom door. 

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Cabins

Request~ ‘Heyyy could you do numbers 62, 64 and 68 with kai x reader please?

Prompts: “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” “Are you ticklish?” “PILLOW FIGHT!” 

Imagine~ you and Kai being stuck in a cabin together after Bonnie spells you in. 

Word Count: 1554

“Ugh why does Bonnie always rope me into her stupid plans?” you groaned as you collapsed onto the couch. 

“She wants to see if my feelings are real and I have feelings towards you so I guess she just wants if they’re real.” Kai sighs, a small smirk playing on his face. 

It was true that he had feelings for you but he showed them feelings through flirty comments and smirks. 

So to see if he could actually feel Bonnie locked the both of you in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and somehow she roped you into it. 

“Ugh, whatever. I’m gonna look around to see if there’s another bed for you to sleep in.” you said dreading to think you’d have to spend the night in the same bed as him. 

It didn’t take long to look around the cabin seeing it was very small. All it consisted of was a small kitchen diner, a living room, a bathroom and a single bedroom. 

You walked back into the front room seeing Kai lounging on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling fan, his eyes following its pattern of spinning. 

“Well, since there’s no more bedrooms I’m sure you’ll be fine sleeping on the couch.” you said, smiling sarcastically as he turned his attention to you. 

“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Kai said and you could tell he was grinning without even looking at him. 

“Fine,” you groaned making Kai smirk, “but try anything and I’ll cut your dick off.” 

His smirk fell as he looked at you rolling his eyes making you laugh. 

“You wouldn’t want to destroy something you want so bad.” Kai smirked, recovering from your comment. 

“Kai.” you seethed throwing a pillow at him making him laugh. 

“Since you seem very moody how about we play a board game?” Kai said looking over at you innocently. 

“Finally a good idea.” you said smiling at him as you looked on top of the bookshelf. 

You pulled down monopoly knowing it was one of the few board games you were actually good at. 

You laid the game out on the table as Kai grinned over at you happily. 

Kai truly did have a massive crush on you but he wasn’t the best with emotions which meant he didn’t really know how to express them. He hated himself because he’d made you hate him and it killed him. 

But here you were setting up a board game for the both of you in a what some might say romantic cabin and that was enough to warm his heart. 

“Which piece do you want to be?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips. 

“Erm, the cat.” he said snapping out of his trance. 

“Okay..” you trailed off finishing off setting up the board game, your tongue sticking out slightly. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Kai said, his eyes taking every detail of your face. 

“T-thank I guess.” you stammered, a light blush washing over your face. You couldn’t deny that you heart fluttered at his comment but you also didn’t want to admit it. 

After one game of monopoly you were both tired, you’d forgotten how long a game of monopoly took and you could tell Kai was cheating. 

You yawned as Kai entered the room with a glass of water, his eyes drooping slightly and you could tell he was tired. 

“Do you wanna head to bed?” you sighed as you pushed yourself off the floor. 

“Sounds good to me.” he replied, his voice deeper than usual and it was kind of attractive. 

You walked to the bathroom to get changed into some pjs before realizing you didn’t have any. You didn’t know Bonnie’s plan when she locked you in here so you didn’t have time to pack. 

“Kai!” you shouted in hopes Kai would let you borrow his shirt to wear to sleep. 

He trudged into the bathroom wearing the grey sweats and black top he’d been wearing all night. 

“What’s up?” he asked yawning and you could tell he was tired. 

“Give me your shirt.” you said bluntly missing your bed back home. 

“Somebodies a bit upfront.” he replied smirking as he pulled his shirt from over his head and putting it in your open hand. 

“Ugh shut up, I have no pajamas and I want to be comfortable and covered if I’m sleeping next to you.” you sighed, “Now get out.” 

Kai remained smirking but left the room as asked without muttering a word leaving you alone in the bathroom. 

You peeled off your clothes and threw Kai’s baggy shirt over your torso. It was soft and hung over you like a dress, it smelt like him and it was a good scent. 

After a second of reveling in the comfort and warmth you entered the bedroom to see Kai lying on top of the sheets in just his gray sweats. 

He glanced over at you as you took in his body, it was masculine but not overly muscular and his sweats hung perfectly just below his hips. 

“I know I’m hot, no need to stare.”  Kaai smirked, snapping you out of your gaze. You rolled your eyes trying to play it cool as you crawled onto the bed lying next to him. 

“By the way, if you wake me up before 10am tomorrow I’ll kill you.” you smiled looking up at the heretic. “Mhm whatever. P.S you look really hot with my shirt on.” he smirked completely brushing over your threat. 

“So hot I want to do this.” he said as he pushed his hand beneath the shirt, rubbing your side slowly. His cool rings sent shivers up you spine and you tensed up slightly but tried to recover before he noticed. 

“Are you ticklish?” he laughed and you realized your attempt had failed. 

“What? No, why would you think that?” you said trying to persuade him to forget about it. 

“So if I did this?” he said as he squeezed and tickled your sides lightly. It took everything within you to suppress your giggles but in the end it didn’t work. 

His smirk turned into more of a devilish grin when he realized and he stradelled your body to make it easier to tickle you. 

“Kai, please don’t.” you whimpered, knowing what you were saying would have no impact on Kai’s actions. 

His hands traveled to your sides and he began to tickle you mercilessly. You erupted into a fit of giggles as you squirmed and wriggled beneath him. 

“K-Kai. Stop. Please.” you said breathlessly in between your fits of laughter. 

In this moment Kai couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive. You were completely under his control and here you where squirming underneath him on a bed you would be sharing. 

“Y’know you look really hot right now. All helpless beneath me.” Kai said smirking as his hands detached from your waist. 

The room was silent as he looked into your eyes and you peered deep into his blue ones. “I don’t think so but whatever floats your boat.” you said breaking the silence. 

He didn’t say anything in reply, instead he leaned in so close you could feel his breath hitting against your face. 

But you didn’t think him tickling you and calling you hot was worthy of a kiss yet so you did the only thing you could do in that moment. 

You hit him in the face with a pillow, he sat there stunned for a second as you erupted into a fit of laughter. 

“PILLOW FIGHT!” you shouted and his eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s on.” he grinned as he grabbed a pillow and flung it across your head. 

You returned the hit with more force and you both did this back and forth for a while. 

At some points he was sitting on you and others, you on him. In all honesty you didn’t completely understand how you’d gone from sleepy to this but you didn’t care. 

After a while of hitting each other back and forth he was on top of you, pinning your arms down on either side of your body. 

“Now how about we start back where we left off.” he said smirking as he leaned in catching his lips on yours. 

Your eyelids fluttered closed and his loose on your wrists loosened so you pulled your hands away and ran them through his brown locks. His hands slid up your shirt like they had before, his rings adding an extra sensation to his touch. 

His tongue swiped along your bottom lips before he squeezed your hips making you gasp which gave him free entry into your mouth. His tongue explored yours as you tugged on his hair slightly. 

After a few moments he pulled away for air, a large smirk plastered onto his face. Your small smile broke out into more of a grin. 

“I knew you wanted me.” he smirked making you roll your eyes and reconnect your lips with his. 

(a/n) thank you @catastrophesprodigy ! it was a nice imagine to write xx

For all those who are craving:

It’s not you wanting to have a snack. It’s your DISGUSTING FAT* trying to trick you into thinking you need to eat unnecessary calories. It just wants to ruin your life, it wants you to hate yourself, it wants to steal from you your body, your happiness. Whenever you binge, whenever you break your meal schedule, you FEED YOUR DISGUSTING FAT, YOU MAKE IT STRONGER AND HELP HIM RUINING YOUR LIFE.
Don’t let it destroy all your sacrifices. Why did you say goodbye to all those delicious foods? Did you exercise, did you put all that effort, just to lose it all, because of an evil voice inside your guts?
YOU have the power, only you. Be strong.

*I’m not talking about a concrete body fat, I’m referring to that sick side of you that just wants to fill its throat with unhealthy food, ruining one of the most important thing you have: your self-esteem

Edit: I removed a comment which said I encourage eating disorders. AS I SAID IN THOSE FEW LINES ABOVE, AFTER THE STAR: I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT CONCRETE BODY FAT, I TALK ABOUT THAT EATING DISORDER THAT MAKES YOU OVEREAT. Jesus. There’s a difference between being hungry and eat (which I’ve encouraged in another post, check my blog before commenting bullshit) and craving and (over)eat snacks and other junk food. I’ll remove any stupid comment, I can explain my point of view but I’ll never EVER accept stupid accusations.

Assistant to the Captain pt. 3

Prompt: Natasha convinced Steve he needs an assistant even though he’s convinced he can do it all himself. He gives in and that’s where you come in.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2285

Warnings: slow burn

A/N: ah. my slow burn aka my favorite way of torturing you all. enjoy this next part. it’s kinda long compared to what i normally do, but i’m sure that’s all right with you all. enjoy! (:

Tagging: still open

Tagged: @lobathenerd @wildestdreamsrps @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye @bluebird214 @sailorkeann@oldpaperfan @flowerista @moonofhisheart @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @alexmollineaux

Part 2

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Originally posted by christophers-haven-evans

Saturday, a day off. The week felt long because you were learning the ropes and learning everyone’s personalities. But then again, it felt short because of those exact things. You’d met Tony Stark and a younger woman named Wanda as the week went on. You were surprised that with this job— one that was constantly demanding and changing— you got the weekends off. It was a perk. It enabled you to make plans with your family. And that’s exactly what you had planned. It was 6am when you left your house, ready to make the three hour drive to the suburb your family lived in. You had a breakfast date with all of them. And with Derek, your boyfriend.

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A sad day

I’m sad to see the day come where I have to make this post. I really don’t like having ANY sort of politics on my blog, because I believe that politics is just a way to break people apart and distract from the beauty of science, but here we are.


For those of you who don’t know what net neutrality is, here’s a reddit post that explains it pretty well: (the comments are worth a read too)

https://www.reddit.com/r/blog/comments/6mtgtp/we_need_your_voice_as_we_continue_the_fight_for/

Politicians are being stupid.
All is normal in the world, right? WRONG.
This is a special kind of stupid.

The web should be a place of freedom, not monitized by massive corporations wishing to censor what you can see and are able to access!

And the worst part is, both sides of the political spectrum agree on repealing it! (Probably paid by big ISPs, if you ask me, but I have no proof of this)

If net neutrality is repealed, I’ll probably just delete me account, as there’ll be no real point of continuing to make content in a world where the web is not free.

I hope this isn’t the case, but it seems politicians (on both sides, sadly) are hell bent on allowing ISPs to monetize every aspect of the internet.

Tumblr, among many other websites, such as reddit, have saved net neutrality from demise to the hands of the crooks in washington, but I’m not sure if we can delay this a second time.
HOWEVER, if you feel strongly about this, call your senators and representatives! Sign petitions (if you’re of age) do whatever you feel is right to keep our internet a free place!

TL; DR
Politicians want to make the internet a place controlled completely by ISPs- who will censor and block information the don’t want you to see, unless you pay up- and if this new law passes, then I’ll be leaving Tumblr permanently, just thought I’d give y'all a heads up. Also, sorry for ranting :/

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No Pain-No Gain

Request:  I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636.
Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language.
Author’s Note: Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.

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Originally posted by amancanfly

Originally posted by amancanfly

Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.


I hate my soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s your fucking soulmate, especially mine).

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Vlogger Confessions

Youtuber AU where Simon is a daily vlogger and Baz has no idea what his roommate is always filming.

For @snowbaz-feda

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]


Part 4

We’ve been avoiding each other for the past week, and it’s weird. He’s been out of the house pretty much the whole day, seems like we are back to when he was ashamed of vlogging in front of me.

I’m currently in my bed, trying to read a book but I can’t focus, I can’t keep bloody Snow out of my mind. So because I’m weak and I miss him, I decide to catch up on him.

Apparently I’m only a couple of days behind on his vlogs, he didn’t vlog on the first few days after his live chat.

The one that I’m currently watching, he’s saying sorry, that he just decided to take a few days off.

What’s up with him? He’s out in the beach, but he doesn’t seem to be his usual self. Even when he goes to that coffee shop, that we usually go eat scones, he’s smiling but he’s not happy.

The third vlog which was two days ago, is a short one, and Snow mentions that he noticed people in the comments asking what is wrong with him, he tells them not to worry because he’s fine. Which clearly is a lie.

I decide to check the comments, I never read them because they seem rather pointless, but in this video people are discussing theories about what happened. I read my name in there and what the fuck? One of the top comments is saying, that we had a fight because of the chat, so that’s why Simon looks so broken.

Hold on, they think I’m the one that caused this? People are all agreeing that I must have said something to upset him. That I didn’t like hearing about Snowbaz. Which no, I totally support it, I want it to be real more than anyone.

Instead of replying anything stupid, I decide to check his video of yesterday called we need to have a chat. He went with Penny to some meeting, with a few fans that won a competition, but now in the vlog, it’s night and he’s in bed.

“I had so much fun meeting everyone this afternoon, but I think I need to make something clear, I noticed some comments about Baz and even this afternoon people asked me what happened between us, but he did nothing wrong, so please don’t make him the bad guy…”

He takes a deep breath and passes his hand through his hair, he’s looking so broken right now, “It’s not his fault how I feel about him and you guys notice things, but we were never more than friends so please leave him alone, he never asked for any of this” I pause the video.

Did Simon just said he had feelings for me? Is this a fucking joke?

I storm into his bedroom with my laptop.

“What the fuck Snow?“

He jumps at my sudden entrance and blinks stupidly at me “What.”

I go back a few seconds and press play.

“Stop…” he mumbles to his knees.

I’m so pissed at him right now, why didn’t he said something sooner “Do you mean it?”

He whispers “Just drop it Baz, please.”

I sit on the edge of the bed near him, “Look at me, do you mean it?”

He’s still looking down and I need to see his eyes, I need to make sure this is real, that I’m not fucking dreaming. With my hand I raise his chin up, and when he looks at me he just spits it out angrily “Of course, why would I-” I don’t let him finish, I just kiss him.

Simon has his hand on my hair and he’s pulling me closer. The kiss is getting sloppy and desperate and it’s perfect.

Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I saw him.

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Later on, we are cuddling in his bed watching silly videos when I tell him, “I still can’t believe that I found out, that you liked me back in one of your vlogs.”

“I know, Penny is gonna love it. She kept saying that I should just talk to you, but I thought that there’s no way you liked me back.”

“Why did you said it in your video then? You know that I watch them.”

“Well…” He starts blushing.

“Oh, no way….Snow, you didn’t.”

“I tried to tell you in person, but it was easier like this.”

“You confessed your feelings in the vlog so that I would watch it, you’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs “Yeah well, It worked didn’t it.”

I put my hand on his neck to bring him closer. I kiss his moles one by one, making a path to his mouth, then I kiss him slowly on his lips and when we stop for air I whisper, “It did.”


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To The Wonder

Pairing: Y/N/Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 1.600+

Summary: A fight between Y/N and Michael leaves her devastated as he has left for tour without a proper goodbye and that leaves her in wonder and sadness of how to get over his actions.

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BTS - Reaction to Having An Argument With You

As requested. Please enjoy. :)


Seokjin:
After he had joked about something silly, which really bothered you, it led to a stupid argument. You were left very hurt from some of his comments, and he was upset with some of yours. You both sat in silence for a bit until you decided to go to bed. He just grabbed a blanket and opted to sleep on the couch in his clothes, not wanting to bother you. You went forward with you nightly routine of your usual skin care and eventually changed and jumped under the covers. Jin knew that it wasn’t good to go to bed angry, and he felt badly for having caused such a fight. He decided to write some things down. You hadn’t been able to fall asleep, so when you heard him slip something under the door it didn’t take you long to pick it up and read it. A few minutes later you opened the door to find your boyfriend sitting against the wall. He stood up and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. You didn’t realize you had been softly crying until you tasted the salt on your lips. “I’m sorry Y/N. I can be such an idiot sometimes, I never meant to say something that would hurt you.” You apologized for your words as well. He kissed your forehead and you led him into your bedroom, glad to sleep in the warmth of his arms.

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RQ Characters as Boarding School Stereotypes
  • Cal: Jock™. Very tall, athletic, always has a football under his arms. leans against the walls/lockers. can be soft inside but no one knows because he can't show his soft side as the captain of the team.
  • Maven: the one always trailing behind Cal. not as good as him in sports but knows that to get closer to Cal girls will approach him first, until Cal rejects them and they're left with him. friends w/ guys, too, (looking at you thomas) but no one figures out the unsaid words bc they don't care enough.
  • Evangeline: that one bitchy girl with other girls always behind her, has her skirt rolled up very high, the uniform magically looks amazing on her, but only her
  • Ptolemus: that one blunt brute who responds to all comments by repeating the comment back in a mocking tone with a hideous face and somehow everyone laughs and think it's funny
  • Mare: the leader of the alternatives. uniform too big and worn but doesn't care. the person you ~know~ you shouldn't start a fight with.
  • Kilorn: the guy behind Mare. Everyone laughs at him during class when he says something stupid and he plays along as if he knew that it was a stupid question, but is deep down pretty hurt because he was being genuine.
  • Shade: kinda alternative bc of his sister but has a charming smile and a lot of girls are crushing on him (meaning that they giggle when he walks by but he's there to support Mare/rest of their family (also that the giggling girls drive Mare mad))
  • Farley: the one that gets freaking aNGRY when they tell her that her socks aren't in uniform ("but if the gUYS are allowed to wear WHITE socks then why aren't I??"). Ready to pick fights but not only with students, with anyone that dares to tell her to stop doing something. Not aggressive, but stands up for what she believes in.
  • Iris: the nonchalant art student. always chewing gum and has sunglasses pushed up to the top of her head. always drawing/working on art. kinda quiet but not bc she's shy, bc she doesn't need words to express herself (someone makes a snide comment about her and she just glares at them, chewing her gum, until she stared them down, ends with an eye roll).
  • Julian: Bookworm™
  • Sara: the quiet one that never says a word
  • (^^then it got serious 😂😂^^)
Hit me || Jughead Jones

PART I OF “Hit me” (publishing PART II soon!)

Show: Riverdale


Pairings: Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader, Archie Andrews x Fem!Reader (platonic), Betty Cooper x Fem!Reader (platonic), Veronica Lodge x Fem!Reader (platonic), Reggie Mantle x Fem!Reader (enemies)


Description: When Reggie Mantle starts accusing (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and her boyfriend, Jughead Jones, of murdering Jason Blossom, and even doing “stuff” to his body afterwards, (Y/N) just loses it. And it’s a pretty hilarious sight.


Warnings: Violence, swearing


MASTERLIST


“And speaking of offensive tight-ends, I should’ve sent the cops to you, Moose. Because here’s another unsolved mystery. What exactly were you and Kevin doing at the river, huh?” the boy i hated the most started to be really annoying when he discussed about Jason Blossom’s murder and i knew i was about to snap. “Or does being with the sheriff’s son give you a free pass? Keller?” Reggie Mantle -  the biggest dick in the school - dared to breathe around me in the first place, and now he’s talking shit about my best friend thinking i’ll let it slide.

“Back off, if you think you’ll solve the mystery, you’re wrong. You’re just a stupid jock, not a fucking detective” i said making him stop playing with the ball. His stupid grin finally faded.

“If you weren’t a girl, you would be dead right now” he hissed and i smirked, enjoying every moment.

“Are you threatening me, Reggie? Maybe you’re the murderer after all?” i laughed at him causing Betty to slap my arm, making me stop.

“Please, (Y/N). Reggie’s just being a blowhard” she said making me exhale deeply before muttering a “Fine” and turning back to Jughead.

“What do you think about Pop’s tonight?” i asked with a smile, ignoring the ‘blowhard’ who got back to talking happily with his so called ‘friends’. Before he could respond, our attention was caught by another one of Reggie’s stupid conspiracies.

“If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? Now let’s be honest. Isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak…” i cut him off immediately.

“Don’t you dare” i threatened but he ignored me, turning his head to us.

“…like Jughead?” he finished. I heard Kevin’s comment “Oh no, he did it” but before i could start a fight Jughead grabbed my hand, stroking it in a soothing way. “What was it like, Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like… After?” he looked at our intertwined hands before smirking. 

“It was a threesome, huh? Jason Blossom’s corpse, you and your little whore” they started laughing. I clenched my fist in order to not blow this fucker’s head up. I felt blood but ignored it. It’s not like it’s the first time anyway.

“It’s called necrophilia, Reggie, can you spell it?” Jug responded sarcastically and i almost chuckled seeing Reggie’s reaction. He stood up quickly making his way towards him. I stood in front of Jughead in a protective way. It was my turn to stroke his hand.

“Don’t touch him, you dickhead. I am tired of you! Of you and your bullying! Always thinking you’re ‘it’. You’re nothing, you hear me? Nothing!” i raised my voice making people look at me with shocked expressions. “I’ll say it one more time: don’t. touch. him” i said in a lower tone. I squinted my eyes, lowered my eyebrows, bared my teeth and clenched my jaw. I was beyond mad.

“What happens if i do?” he asked, amused by my defensive state.

“I’ll hit you” i responded calmly. The storm was coming but no one realized that.

“Hit me then” he scoffed but i didn’t think twice. I raised my fist and punched him straight in the face with all my forces. Reggie lost his balance and fell. 

“(Y/N)! Oh my God!” i heard Veronica’s shocked voice. Everyone was shocked so i got time to straddle his waist. I punched him again, this time in the jaw. It was a hilarious scene: a girl beating up a guy almost twice as big as her. I was pulled up by Archie and Jughead escorted me out of the room, knowing that Reggie’s gonna be furious.

“Are you crazy?! He’s gonna be pissed!” Jughead whisper-yelled but chuckled at my innocent expression. I didn’t look like i just beat up a jock. Not at all. Well, if you ignored my knuckles, at least. “Oh, God, i just can’t be mad at you. Thank you. I owe you my life” he smiled weakly bringing me close. I hugged him, closing my eyes. I inhaled his scent and grinned, noticing he smelt like coffee and Pop’s burgers. 

“I love you” i mumbled against his chest. 

“I love you, too” he responded kissing my forehead. We were silent for a moment before i spoke up again.

“I’ll wear your beanie tomorrow for doing this, thought”

08-03-2017

anonymous asked:

I don't get it. Yang spent most of her time taking care of Ruby and being the Mom figure in the Rose-Xiao Long household. How come most fans see Yang as the wild type of teenager before her Beacon days? She's always depicted as the young carefree party flirty drunkard horny teenage girl. Something's not right here. Care to enlighten me?

because she’s blonde and shows off her cleavage and she was introduced putting on a flirty act to get information from a criminal information broker and a lot of people didn’t get that it was an act - so she’s dismissed as a promiscuous idiot who goes out drinking (when i mean, growing up in an environment with a depressed alcoholic and… god whatever was going on with Tai for god knows how long, that’d probably turn a lot of people off the drink for life), doesn’t do well or pay attention in class and makes stupid jokes that are often inappropriate and most of the time at someone elses expense

and then they turned around and acted offended when Emerald called her a bimbo

but essentially, it’s the very thing the opening of the Yellow trailer told people not to do, which was to make assumptions based on the surface Yang presents, which everyone ignored, presumably because boobs

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First Class (M)

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Genre: Smut
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

A/N: Nothing to really say, found some inspiration to write…kinda. I might continue this one, I don’t know!

-Admin Moon


My tablet died…just what I needed in the airport while waiting for my flight. With my only source of entertainment succumbing to the low battery, my gaze went to the other passengers sitting at the gate. Most of the commuters travelling to Atlanta with me were slumped over, some just as bored as I was. At least we only had another hour to go and we would be on our way. The flight from Los Angeles was only three and a half hours and then I would be home. It was nice visiting my family, but there were only so many days I could spend with my siblings…. before I remembered why I had moved away in the first place.

My gaze fell on a man sitting a few rows of chairs in front of me. Not for any other reason except he was staring back at me. Even when I caught him he didn’t look away, holding my gaze long enough to make me feel awkward. I looked away abashedly, embarrassed to be caught staring, too. Clearly he didn’t have the same problem. I kept my gaze moving but it kept flicking back to him pulled like a magnet.

He was gorgeous, light brown hair and brown eyes that shined. He had the presence of someone powerful, someone not afraid to take what they wanted, and he was looking my way like he wanted to own me. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as I pictured those powerful tan arms around my dark skin. His strong hands gripping my round ass, those pink lips on my generous breast. We would be beautiful together. At least thinking filthy thoughts helped the time to pass. The scene playing out in my head was far better than anything I could call up on my tablet.

The flight was called just as I was getting hot and bothered. We formed a neat line and filed onto the plane. I had to trudge all the way to the back of the plane seated firmly. Economy was full and noisy as we took off. As much as everyone told me the steel bird was safe, I never truly believed it. We were up in the air, where anything could happen. It wasn’t like we could pull off the road and fix something broken. There was only one way down with a plane.

I gripped the seat arms and tried to calm my racing heart. It didn’t help having a kid kicking my seat from behind. If I could let go of the seat, I would turn around and show him some manners.

“Excuse me, Ma’am,” the slight flight attendant said as she leaned over the guy next to me. “Yes?” I managed to choke out through some hyperventilating. “You’ve been upgraded. If you would like to come with me, I’ll show you to your new seat.” Upgraded? That had never happened to me before. The excitement of being upgraded momentarily overshadowed my deep seated fear of flying as I got up to follow the woman. I wasn’t going to miss out on a better seat for the flight. I was led through Business Class and went straight to First Class. It was like stepping into a whole other world. The seats were bigger and everyone was quiet. No screaming kids, no seats designed for skinny girls, and… they had free champagne here? First Class was officially Heaven.

“This is your new seat. Enjoy your flight.” The attendant gave me a kind smile as she gestured to my seat and hurried off in the opposite direction. My bag slid easily into the overhead compartment before I took my seat and buckled up. My ass fit so much better into these seats, my legs had plenty of room, and there was no one to kick my seat. “Welcome aboard.” The male voice startled my already frayed nerves. My head snapped around to see the man from the waiting area beside me. He was even more gorgeous up close. My stomach did a little back flip taking him all in. Those brown eyes were mesmerizing, it was like they could see right through me. “I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of upgrading you,” he continued. He was still talking and all I could do was stare at him. “A beautiful woman like yourself deserves some luxury.”

“I…umm…thank you,” I stammered. “Wait… you did this?”

“You can return to your old seat if you wish.” His voice was like silk, washing over me like liquid. “No, no. This is just fine.” He settled back into his seat and turned his eyes back to his laptop. On the screen were spreadsheets with enough numbers to make me dizzy. I should have let him get back to work and enjoy the free champagne. But I wasn’t good at doing the sensible thing. “My name is Y/N,” I said. He didn’t take his eyes from the screen. “Namjoon.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Do you live in Atlanta or are you going there for business?” My mother always told me I asked too many questions. For some reason I couldn’t seem to control myself now. “I live there.” I really wished he would look at me again so I could catch another glimpse of those eyes. It was selfish of his laptop to take up all his attention. I had visions of closing it on him. My mouth continued its flapping. “I call Atlanta home, too. I used to live in Pasadena until I escaped with the excuse of going to college. I never went back, even though I graduated last year.”

Nothing. “Have you lived there long?” Finally, he turned his attention back to me. Instead of the annoyance I expected, there was amusement in his eyes. “All my life. Tell me something, Y/N, do you fly often?”

“No, I hate it. Does it show?” I asked shyly. I didn’t realize my fear had been so obvious. “A little.” He chuckled, just a bit. It was the sexiest sound in the world. The look in his eye suddenly came alive with fire. “I’ve heard there’s a cure for aviophobia.”

“Oh?” If there was a way to be comfortable with flying, I wanted to hear about it. I hated the fear and terror the big, giant bird inflicted on me. Namjoon leaned in closer so he was whispering in my ear. “Sex.” That wasn’t what I was expecting. Maybe hypnosis, maybe sleeping pills, but definitely not joining the mile high club. I laughed, trying to rid myself of the goosebumps he caused. “Are you offering?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Was he serious? It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone. I wasn’t the adventurous, one-night-stand type of girl. My few sexual experiences had been with my boyfriends and only then after observing the three month rule and the family approval test. But this guy, he was smoking hot. He had more effect on my body in the small time we’d known each other than any of my previous boyfriend’s. But… he wasn’t serious, was he? I giggled away his comment. “Yeah, right.” He closed his laptop lid with a decisive thud. “The bathroom in First Class is very generous.”

He slid the laptop into the seat pocket and twisted his body around to face mine. The next thing I knew, his hand was on my knee. His skin looked golden against mine. “I want you, Y/N.” Namjoon whispered. His breath on my ear sent shudders through me.

My breathing quickened as my mind raced. “But we don’t know each other,” I argued. The sensible in me was still fighting a battle against doing something so stupid. “I know I want you and I always get what I want.” His voice was so commanding, I found myself wanting to do whatever he said. I wanted to be commanded and ordered about. As long as he told me what to do with his hands as well as his lips, I would do it. I found myself nodding as the sensible voice was completely drowned out. I really was going to have sex with a stranger in a plane. It was really happening.

We stood and Namjoon placed a guiding hand on my back. He gently pushed me forward until we reached the restroom. He opened the door and we stepped inside like it was the most normal thing in the world. He wasn’t kidding about the First Class bathroom. It was much roomier than the tiny one in Economy but still squishy with two people. These things were designed for one person and one person only. Namjoon spun me around to face him only a second before his lips pressed onto mine. They owned me. My mouth parted to let his tongue in. He lapped and licked, our tongues mingling together like they had done this a million times before. His hands slid around my body until they found my butt cheeks. He squeezed them, making me wet with anticipation.

This wasn’t going to be a romantic encounter, it was going to be a quick fuck and I was completely fine with that. I reached for his black pants, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He was wearing boxers underneath…somehow, I expected him to be commando. He was full of surprises. Namjoon tugged at my top until I held my arms up. He pulled it off over my head, exposing my bra. I clearly didn’t dress for sex or for anyone to see my underwear. He made swift work of my bra strap, disposing of the garment like it was nothing. My breast sprung free in all their glory.

His hands pulled at my breast, gripping one and placing it into his mouth. My head arched backwards as the waves of pleasure washed through me. His tongue traced circles around my nipple before he sucked like his life depending on it. I imagined those same lips around my pussy, sucking like that. My clit pulsed down below, demanding as much attention as my Breast. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right at that moment. “Feeling better yet, princess?” Namjoon asked, keeping his voice down. “You have no idea,” I moaned in reply. He should not have been using his mouth to talk, he needed to be using it for much more pleasurable means.

His lips found their way to my neck, suckling on the sensitive skin before making his way back to my mouth. His hands made light work of my skirt, pulling it upwards so he could tug at my panties. I suddenly regretted the panties I had chosen because they matched the bra. They didn’t exactly scream ‘fuck me’. Namjoon pushed my panties down until they reached my knees. It was about as far as he could reach in the tiny restroom. We needed to be quick in case someone noticed us enter together. God, I hoped not. I could not sit amongst them all out there if they knew what we were doing right now. I wasn’t that kind of girl. Well, I guess maybe I was now. I was quickly pulled from my silent panic by Namjoon’s fingers plunging into my folds. He found my pussy and didn’t hesitate in sliding between my lips.

His hands were soft but they were powerful, and there was no question in his moves. He was doing whatever he wanted and was not going to accept any arguments. Not that I was arguing. I relaxed into his grip, letting the pleasant pulses run over my clit. His fingers slid up and down, breaking up the rhythm with a rub to my clit before delving lower again. I could take that kind of treatment for the rest of the flight. “You’re wet, princess, ” he whispered. There were too many endorphins spinning me into a happy daze for me to reply. His lips were determined to kiss every part of me while his hands focused on my pussy. It wouldn’t be long before I was going to come and I didn’t want to be selfish.

I managed to find the strength to grab at his boxers and push them down, careful not to hook his erection in the process. His cock was impressive, to say the least. My previous boyfriends had been well hung, but Namjoon blew them all out of the water. He was massively hard with pre-cum dripping from the tip. I circled his cock’s head with my thumb, spreading the moisture all around before sliding my hand up and down his shaft. My skin looked even darker against his tan. I loved the stark contrast between us. Namjoon moaned as his shaft grew even harder under my gentle touch. I wanted him inside me, sliding in and out as our bodies dancing together.

Just the thought sent a new wave of wetness from my pussy. He slid a finger inside me, making me rock back from the sudden motion. He took the opportunity to insert another one. His fingers were fucking me, sending me into oblivion. My pussy contracted around him as the orgasm took over. I bit my lip to stop myself screaming out. I had never had a man touch me so intimately before, let alone a stranger, but I couldn’t get enough. His thumb circled my nub, drawing out my pleasure for all it was worth. I didn’t realize I was squeezing his cock in my ecstasy. When I opened my eyes, he was trying to hold himself together. I’m not sure either of us were achieving that goal. I pried my fingers away from around him. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re so gorgeous when you come. I need to have you now.” He took his hands back, the loss sudden. My clit cried out for his hands to return their relentless pillaging. But I was in for a treat with his cock, my pussy wouldn’t be left bereft for long. Namjoon pulled me closer so our bodies were pressed against one another. The only clothing remaining on me was my skirt and that was covering next to nothing. He was still wearing his white business shirt with his pants and boxers around his knees. I had to perch my ass on the tiny sink ledge so we could fit together properly in the small space.

Namjoon held me above his cock, teasing me with it. “You ready for this?” he asked. I nodded eagerly, anything he wanted to give me, I was ready and willing to take. If it involved that glorious piece of his manhood, then sign me up. Now. He slid my panties from my knees and they disappeared into his pocket. If he noticed the garish color, he never said anything. My legs were finally free to wrap around his waist as I pulled him closer. We needed to get this over and done with before the seatbelt sign was switched on and we would be evacuated from the restroom. His cock head peeked into my pussy, a glimpse of what was to come. I pushed forward, making it clear I was ready for our coupling and I wanted it now. Namjoon slowly plunged into me. I took him inch by delicious inch. He moved me around so I could take all of him, stretching to make sure I did.

Sudden turbulence made my stomach flip. I gasped as I held onto him tighter. My hands gripped his back, my fingernails digging into his skin. Pushing my fear aside, I focused on the man between my legs. If the plane was going to go down, then I was going to enjoy my last moments with delight. One of his hands held onto my ass while the other snaked between us. His commanding fingers brushed over my clit before applying pressure to my nub. He caressed me there with the same rhythm as his thrusting. Between him and the turbulence, I was on sensation overdrive. Our bodies danced together with his hard thrusting. My fleshy breast bounced against his chiseled chest while Namjoon took me in.

His eyes never left my body as he watched what he was doing to me. I couldn’t make any sound so we didn’t get caught. One of the hardest things was keeping the scream inside while the orgasm built. He was too much for me, the whole experience ready to send me over the edge and plunging into pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, princess” Namjoon whispered against my shoulder. His thrusts increased in speed and intensity, I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer.It only took one more press on my clit for me to go barreling head first into the orgasmic wave.

My body washed with pleasure. My skin tingled as I closed my eyes and let the ecstasy take control over me. My clit throbbed with happiness and satisfaction as Namjoon continued his caressing. He came with me, his cock bursting with his fluid as he contracted inside me. I felt every part of him as he came undone and lost control.

I saw a completely different side to him. He was so collected in his seat and at the airport. Right now, in the restroom, he was a slave to his carnal desires. We both were. I milked his cock for all it was worth, writhing on him and drawing out my orgasm. It was a miracle we managed to stay quiet. Only fear of being caught kept my lips firmly closed. I never thought an airplane restroom could be so damn sexy before. Joining the mile high club was not on my bucket list, but it should have been. I would have ticked it off repeatedly.

My nipples were extra sensitive as they rubbed against Namjoon’s chest. His thrusts had calmed down to a gentle movement but each one still sent jolts of pleasure through me. It felt like I would never extinguish the fire within. His hand finally stilled on my clit, releasing me from his hold. I was sated but my heart was still racing from the encounter. I had never been so fully satisfied before. Namjoon pulled out of me and I felt the loss immediately. I wanted him back inside me, the emotion taking me by surprise. I’d only just met this man and I was missing his most intimate part already. The plane lurched without warning, making me lose all feeling in my stomach. The seatbelt sign flashed on with a ding overhead.

Namjoon quickly pulled his pants up, tucking himself in and dressing in no time flat. He reached into his pocket and fished out my pink panties. Instead of handing them to me, he helped pull them up my legs. I needed him to steady me when I climbed off my sink perch. He helped my panties into place and smoothed my skirt down. I slipped on my bra and clasped it myself while Namjoon helped me with my top. We were dressed in no time, but that still left the issue of leaving the restroom without being noticed. “You should go first and I’ll follow in a few minutes,” I offered.

The turbulence was freaking me out but the embarrassment would be worse. “No. We go together,” Namjoon said before opening the door. “It doesn’t matter who sees us. Let them for all I care.” He pulled me out of the restroom before I could protest. We walked down the aisle with every eye on us. Namjoon acted like he didn’t have a care in the world while I tried desperately not to make eye contact with any of them. Our seats came far too slowly as we slid into them. I buckled up tight, trying to rid myself of all fear and embarrassment. If the powerhouse of a man beside me felt anything other than satisfaction, he didn’t show it. The flight only got worse as we continued to barrel through the sky toward Atlanta. I concentrated on not freaking out but it wasn’t working. “Put the blanket over yourself,” Namjoon said as he leaned over.

I didn’t see how the blanket was going to help me get through the turbulence but I followed his instruction anyway. Saying no to him seemed more difficult than obeying. They didn’t even have blankets in Economy but the First Class ones were luxurious. I pulled it over my lap and up to my waist, giving Namjoon a look that I hoped said see? Doesn’t help. His gaze turned straight ahead as I went back to picturing my safe zone. I was on the beach, the waves lapping at my feet, seagulls cawed in the distance, and…Oh. Oh. Namjoon’s hand had snaked its way under the blanket and between my legs. His fingers had slipped under my panties and were sliding between my pussy lips.

I subtly opened my legs to give him better access which he took advantage of instantly. He stroked long and languid up and down my clit. If I titled my hips upwards just a little, he would be able to reach my entrance. I did, greedy to be fondled there, too. The pressure on my sweet spot was completely distracting me from the turbulence. All I could think of was my whole body as it blazed an inferno from his touches. I closed my eyes, trying to keep a handle on my slippery sense of control. The heat was pooling in my stomach and rising to the top. I desperately wanted to rub my nipples but didn’t dare.

The writhing I was doing from the caressing was enough to betray what was going on. Namjoon kept his eyes fixed forward and his expression neutral. If anyone glanced our way they wouldn’t give him a second look. Me, on the other hand… My chest heaved with my labored breathing. The man next to me was taking my breath away with his gentle caressing. His fingers teased my clit, rubbing the lips between them with expert movements. His hand suddenly slipped lower, peeking into my hole and testing my tightness. I whimpered, biting my lip so I didn’t beg him to finish me off. I quickly glanced at the people across the aisle from me. Thank God for headphones as they watched their consoles and listened intently to the in flight entertainment.

Namjoon went in further as I tipped my hips to greedily take him in. He held his finger there for a moment before easing in and out of me. I was still wet from our previous encounter and he was making the moisture situation even worse with his strokes. His expression never changed even though he must have known what he was doing to me. I was about to explode with intense desire as my clit throbbed with need. I was desperately trying to hold on but it wasn’t going to work for much longer. “Come for me,” Namjoon leaned in and whispered, his only indication that he acknowledged my presence. “I’m not going to stop until you do.” The thought of Namjoon doing this to me for the remaining hour of the flight was too much to think about. He could do it to me forever and I wouldn’t complain.

The intensity was too much. With his thumb rubbing my nub and all the nerves singing with happiness, I had to let go of my control. I clamped my mouth shut as the orgasm tore through me. My pussy clamped around his fingers determined to keep them there in a perpetual state of ecstasy. I had never been touched like this before and certainly never in such a public place. If it wasn’t for the blanket everyone would be getting an eyeful. The orgasm filled every part of me, turning my limbs into jelly. My toes curled and my fingers tingled while my head was light and dizzy. Namjoon stretched out my pleasure for as long as possible, making it difficult to think about anything other than his hand and all the wonderful treatment he was giving me. I started to calm down as his fingers stilled.

He kept his grip on my pussy and his one finger inside me. He held them there for the rest of the flight. Whenever the turbulence was particularly bad he started rubbing again, taking my mind off it. It was the best flight of my entire life. Namjoon never said a word to me, even as we landed. He just held me there, only taking his hand out of my panties when we were safely on the ground and the seatbelt sign was extinguished. I wasn’t sure if I could stand after all the attention. My knees were weak as I tried them out. “Thank you for the upgrade,” I said, the only thing I could thank him for while others were listening. “You‘re welcome.” He smirked, showcasing the dimples in his cheeks. “Wait for me when we get off the plane.” We filed out with all the others. With every step I took I wondered what he was going to say to me outside the plane. Should I thank him for giving me three amazing orgasms on the flight? Should I give him my number even though he probably wouldn’t want to see me again? I was in complete turmoil for the whole walk. I stopped in the arrivals hall and waited. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand on the small of my back. Namjoon guided me over to a discreet corner. Just looking at his light brown hair and brown eyes took my breath away.

He handed me a business card. “I have a position open in my company that I want you to accept. You start on Monday at nine.” I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening as I took the card. Kim Namjoon, CEO. Kim International. So he was the boss of his own company? I guessed sitting in First Class wasn’t a coincidence then. “How do you know I don’t already have a job?” I asked, only the start of all the questions I was ready to fire at him. “Do you?”

“No, but…” He held up a hand to stop me saying anything further. “I will see you on Monday, Y/N. The address is on the card. I expect you to be on time and dressed appropriately.”

“But… what’s the job?” He was making it very difficult to refuse him and my curiosity was peaked. I was tempted just to say goodbye and turn up on Monday just to see what he was talking about. Namjoon smirked again, the same satisfied look he gave me when I came on the plane. He was a man that liked being in full control and being the only one to know all the answers. I arched an eyebrow, refusing to let him leave without some more answers. He took a breath before answering. “Let’s just say you will be the director of office satisfaction.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’ll find out on Monday. When you show up.”

“And how do you know I’ll show up?” I asked him. Namjoon smirked at me, “We both know you’ll show up.”

“But you don’t know anything about me. Don’t you need to interview me or something?” Namjoon leaned in close, near enough to send a shiver down my spine. “I interviewed you on the flight. Congratulations on your appointment. See you Monday, don’t be late.” And just like that, he turned around and left me speechless. He quickly disappeared into the bustling airport crowd and was lost in the mass of bodies. I tucked the card into my bag and walked like a zombie to collect my luggage. Namjoon wasn’t anywhere in the terminal. I didn’t see him again before I left the airport. It was almost like he was a specter, not even real and only existing in my mind. Maybe I had made him up. But I did have a card and wet panties that proved he did existed.

The business card burned a hole in my bag all weekend long. It finally got the best of me on Sunday night. I pulled it out and studied every inch of it. Namjoon Kim, CEO. The situation needed some snooping. I typed his name into a search engine on my laptop and waited a whole two seconds for the results. Namjoon Kim wasn’t just a CEO, he was a very wealthy man from South Korea. He owned a string of companies, scattered around the world. Many of the pictures of him were at charity fundraisers with a model-type girl on his arm…sometimes several. He was a playboy and a billionaire. And he had spent a flight with his hand on my pussy, satisfying me like none other. The whole situation seemed bizarre and surreal. All I knew was that I had to turn up to his office at nine in the morning. Whatever the billionaire wanted me to do, I would do. He had me completely captured and I wasn’t about to turn down a job in this economy. I could hardly wait to see where it would take me.

dating taehyung

Originally posted by jjks

dating taehyung would include:

  • lots of craziness
  • and i don’t mean that in a bad way
  • taehyung has a really fun personality
  • and i feel like in a group of friends, he’s that friend that always wants to go do something
  • but his friends are always like nah, don’t feel like it right now
  • they don’t really share his enthusiasm that often
  • but if you were his girlfriend, you wouldn’t be able to say no to him
  • because he’d get so excited about these ideas he had and you’d hate to let him down
  • so you could expect a random late night phone call
  • he’d call just as you were about to get into bed and call it a night
  • and he’d say he just has to take you to this hill above the city
  • because he found the perfect spot with a great view and he planned everything
  • and you’d be like why can’t we go tomorrow and you come over here instead
  • and he’d insist he wants to take you there right then
  • and you’d tell him you’d come, but in your pajamas
  • and he’d pick you up and you’d see a bunch of stuff on the backseat, but wouldn’t ask about it
  • and when you’d get to the spot, the view would be just as magnificent as tae promised, and you’d understand why he was so excited about it
  • and you’d be happy he shared this spot with you and made you come in the middle of the night
  • the things in the backseat would turn out to be a couple of blankets, food and a bottle of wine
  • and he’d make you wait in the car until he has everything ready, he’d set up the whole thing himself
  • and then the two of you would lie down in a field above the city, far away from people, gazing at the stars, talking till morning
  • and you’d fall asleep on his chest, listening to his breathing
  • and then some other time, taehyung would hear about a new club and he’d just beg you to come with him on a random week day
  • and you’d be like “tae, i have school tomorrow, we can go on the weekend”
  • but no, taehyung would insist, he’d promise you’d have fun
  • and boy would you
  • he’d come over with a bottle of good liquor and you’d get smashed before you even got to the club
  • and drunk taehyung is the best taehyung
  • he’d be all cute and cuddly and up for everything
  • you’d just randomly say you want an ice cream on your way to the club and he’d make the taxi stop just so he could get out and get you one
  • he’s pretty outgoing
  • so it’s no problem for him to strike up a conversation with random people on the street, especially when he’s drunk
  • he’d see someone wearing a sweater he liked and he’d yell after them that he liked their sweater or hair or whatever it was he liked
  • and lots of times you’d be embarrassed because you could never come up to people like that
  • but it worked for taehyung, he’d meet so many people when he went outside that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with them
  • so it wouldn’t be a surprise if you were headed to the club, but ended up at someone’s pool party or at the other side of the city
  • lots of unexpected things from taehyung, anyway let’s get back to the club
  • when you’d get to the club (finally), he’d want to make sure you were having a good time
  • he knows you’re socially awkward and that you probably get annoyed when he talks to random people like it comes natural to him
  • and he gets why you don’t
  • so when you’d get there, he’d stop paying attention to other people and he’d start paying attention to you
  • you’d take shots and then he’d take you to the dance floor
  • and he’d dance silly at first to get you relaxed
  • but as soon as a slow song came on
  • he’d start grinding against you, whispering things in your ear
  • and you’d feel embarrassed because there were so many people around
  • but he’d be like “no one is looking at us, nobody cares, just relax”
  • and you’d give in and grind with him
  • and he’d start pecking you and kissing you and digging his hands into your hips
  • and you’d have to leave the club pretty soon because things would get too heated too fast
  • yeah, taehyung is all crazy and funny and has a nice attitude towards life
  • like when he got lost and separated from the guys
  • you’d probably panic
  • but not taehyung, he’s chill and relaxed about everything
  • he finds the good in everything anyway
  • and he’d never want to let you forget the good in you
  • so you could expect random texts from him all the time
  • he’d want to make sure you feel good with him
  • because he’s fucking ecstatic because of you
  • he loves you because you take him seriously and he feels like not many people do precisely because of his attitude
  • so he appreciates you so much
  • he appreciates that you listen to whatever he has to say and that you say yes to his random crazy ideas and that you ask for his opinion on serious matters in your life
  • so he wants you to know that he cares about you and that he’s thankful for having you in his life
  • and he’s not ashamed of expressing his feelings 
  • “thinking about you right now”
  • “i can’t stop looking at the selfie you sent me, you’re so beautiful, what are you doing with me!?”
  • “how’s my baby doing today”
  • “i bought you so many cool things today”
  • “i’m sorry about sending you a million messages, i just can’t get you out of my head”
  • “i miss you”
  • “i’m in bed, tired, wish you were here to cuddle”
  • “why are you sad? i’m coming over right away”
  • “i feel like i’m the luckiest guy in the world because i have you”
  • “i bought you a puppy, don’t kill me”
  • anyway, it would never be boring with taehyung and he’d never make you feel bad
  • he’d actually bring out the best in you because he’s so relaxed and chill and you’re not
  • you’d see how easily he talks to people and you’d start feeling more confident in yourself because of him
  • sometimes, though, even taehyung feels bad or insecure
  • and then you step in and it’s your time to give him the attention and the praise he deserves
  • when he tells you he’s not in the mood for hanging out, you immediately know something’s wrong
  • you show up at his place and just cuddle with him for hours, pecking him and playing with his hair and telling him all the things you like about him
  • or sometimes you just lay in bed next to him and hold his hand and he knows what you mean without you having to say anything
  • it comforts him just having you there with him
  • i think fights with taehyung are practically impossible
  • he doesn’t seem the type of guy to get angry easily
  • even if you did say something offensive to him or showed him you were mad, he’d laugh it off or go about it in a chill way
  • he doesn’t like yelling and screaming and slamming doors
  • he’d just be like “i get you and i’m sorry about it, let’s stop fighting”
  • he’s serious when he needs to be, and fights are something he hates and wants to avoid
  • and you’d be mad at that behavior at first because you’re emotional and passionate and you always felt like people who love each other just need to fight from time to time to get all their frustrations out
  • but it was emotionally draining to fight with your exes and you’d feel exhausted after
  • so you learned to appreciate taehyung for his chill attitude because you knew it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you
  • he just doesn’t like fighting
  • and when you would fight
  • it would be about something stupid that one of you took the wrong way
  • like he’d read a text from your male colleague or a comment on your picture on instagram
  • and he would say anything for a while, but he’d be so jealous
  • because he doesn’t even want to think about other guys wanting you, and he knows they do
  • and he knows he isn’t around as much as you’d like him to be, so he would secretly be scared of you meeting someone else who would be there for you all the time
  • so on days when he’d feel insecure, all these jealous thoughts would build up and he’d ask you about these guys
  • and he’d ask you if you want a guy who’d be around more because he can’t do that
  • and you’d feel attacked because why would you even think about someone else??? when you’re with kim taehyung????
  • and why would you want someone to be around all the time when it wouldn’t be him??
  • but you’d work it out pretty soon
  • because he trusts you and believes you when you tell him they’re friends 
  • so a relationship with tae is practically heaven
  • he’s cute, he’s good looking, he’s a life ruiner
  • he loves animals, he loves kids, he loves everyone
  • it’s hard to even get mad at a guy like that
  • you’d miss him when he’s not around, though
  • you’d miss him a lot
  • because he brings his positive energy into your life and you just feel bad when he’s not around
  • but he’d always call you and text you to let you know he’s thinking about you and that he’s coming back soon
  • and he promised you that when he’s done with his kpop idol life you two would live on a farm, far away from anyone, and have lots of kids and grow your own fruit and sell it and have a perfect little life and you’d never have to spend a day without him
  • you know that’s all highly unlikely, but you love him just for saying it
  • and brb i’m crying because i want this
Ladrien Day 8: Comment War on the Ladyblog

PlkaDotPrncess: Ladybug is given too much credit. If it weren’t for her Lucky Charm, she wouldn’t be able to win any of the fights. She’s pathetic.

Ladynoir: Lucky Charm is a part of Ladybug’s power set. You wouldn’t say if it wasn’t for speed, The Flash is just a guy in a red suit.

DJwhyamIhere: Dude, that’s exactly what he would be.

Ladynoir: GRRRRR. NO! Yeah, he wouldn’t be fast anymore but the guy is still a genius, just like Ladybug.

DJwhyamIhere: Fair point, Mr. Ladybug. ;)

PlkaDotPrncess: Ladybug is not a genius. She’s a stupid girl who doesn’t have any right parading around like some hero. She’s just going to end up letting everyone down.

Ladynoir: SHE IS THE HERO THIS CITY NEEDS!

PlkaDotPrncess: I’m allowed to have my own opinion @ladynoir. You don’t have to agree with it for me to still be right. Obviously you’re a ridiculous Ladybug/Chat Noir shipper fangirl which is so stupid. There is no way those two would ever be together and I don’t understand why people always want them to be a couple. They are real people, not characters in some fantasy.

DJwhyamIhere: uh oh…

Ladynoir: IT’S BECAUSE THEY ARE MEANT TO BE!

PlkaDotPrncess: What are you, 12?

Ladynoir: They are in love and best friends and partners and it’s beautiful and ADFHASJDHFKADF

DJwhyamIhere: Eloquent as always, dude


“Adrien, I’m not banning someone from the message boards just because they don’t agree with you,” Alya said, scrolling through the comments.

“Dude,” Nino shook his head, sitting down.

“What’s going on?” Marinette asked.

“Adrien got in a comment war with someone on the Ladyblog last night because he’s a ridiculous shipper,” Alya smirked.

“That is not what happened!” Adrien frowned. “It started with them talking about how Ladybug was nothing without Lucky Charm which I think we can all agree is absolutely not true.”

“And then it escalated into Adrien throwing a hissy fit because someone called him a shipper fangirl for wanting Ladybug and Chat Noir together,” Nino chuckled. “Your screenname is ‘Ladynoir’, what did you expect?”

Marinette paled. “You’re Ladynoir?”

“Yeah. I know it’s silly but it was available and I liked it…wait, are you on the Ladyblog too?” Adrien asked.

Alya snorted. “I just found the comments. Care to take a look, M?”

Marinette shook her head with a blush. “Uh, no thanks.”

“Are you sure? It’s kind of funny. Almost seems like this PlkaDotPrncess was just in a bad mood and took it out on our poor Sunshine Child.”

Adrien perked up. “Wait! Alya, this is your blog. You know who everyone is, don’t you?”

Marinette’s eyes widened in fear.

“That’s for me to know and you to never find out,” Alya winked. “I’ve got your back, girl,” she whispered to Marinette once the boys were distracted. “But talk bad about Ladybug on my blog again and I will end you.”