the first five look the same

“I wrote her the message while I was lying in my bed. It said: ‘I don’t want to go too fast, but will you be my girlfriend?’ After I hit ‘send,’ I was so nervous that I laid the phone down next to me. I couldn’t even look at the screen. My nose was sweating. After two minutes, I saw it vibrate. I picked it up, and it said: ‘Yes!’ I felt so good. It felt like killing five characters at one time in League of Legends. These last five days have been magic. I feel so happy and nervous at the same time. This is my first girlfriend so I don’t even know what to do. I don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know how to sit.”

(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Day One Hundred and Nineteen

-A woman came through my lane clutching a thick paperback covered by what appeared to be a glistening, shirtless angel, entirely wrapped in chains. The woman’s stare told me two things: she was prepared to physically fight me were I to say anything, and this was not the first time she had mistakenly thought a store had a self-checkout until it was too late.

-A man insisted to me that I had rang him up earlier in the day and he simply did not have his receipt anymore, but, as I had been here under half an hour and had a total of five guests thus far, I could safely say that I had not. He apologized, realizing that he had mistaken me for my manager, and commenting, “All y'all white people look the same to me.” While I am inclined to agree with him on this, I do wonder what he sees in the mirror. This man was whiter than me, not an easy feat.

-An older woman, well into her eighties, made a comment to me that I will never forget. “As they say, I’m a little ‘dragon-aged’ today.” Later, a mother told her daughter to “Scooby up.” I do not know who has ever said these phrases, when, or in what context, but I deeply want this era of slang to stay.

-In a joyful mood brought on by an oncoming visit from my girlfriend, I decided to bring back a guest favorite: a “TAKE ONE” sticker display. This was an unequivocal success, pleasing children by the score. Their enthusiasm could only be matched by a group of guests who, while octogenarian in body, were clearly timeless in soul.

-Much to their mother’s dismay, a sweet yet energetic child insisted upon getting a frappuccino. The mother’s eyes were filled with an existential terror, the likes of which I rarely see without a five-digit number appearing on my register’s screen.

-A mother came through, young son in tow; the boy, in turn, towed along a replica of Thor’s hammer. I felt comforted to have a hero in my store, but this relief was not long to last. Upon the boy being denied gum, Mjolnir was brought down in a mighty thwack upon his mother’s shin. His mother promptly revoked his hammer privileges and summarily squashed what could have been the second-most upsetting turn of a superhero in 2017.

-I passed a girl her parents’ purchase over the counter. She graciously accepted the bag with both hands, smiled at me, turned in her seat, and power-dunked the whole thing into the back of the cart. This was a truly baller move and earned her my utmost respect.

-A woman commented to me on how fun her allergies are. Her young daughter asked if she was joking again. The mother told her that she had been, and explained to me that she had already figured out how sarcasm worked. I remarked that this should be a fun development int he coming years. She remarked that it would be, and so would boarding school in Switzerland. Based on the overall lack of response, I think that this woman is safe. Her daughter has not fully uncovered the depths of sarcasm yet.

-A man began to walk away without his bags. I called after, reminding him not to leave them behind. He thanked me for the reminder and continued to exit the store without them.

In my head, somewhere, there’s this muggleborn Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, who loves history. And she’s so excited about History of Magic, she reads all the books she can find, she looks for how it fits in with muggle history…

And then she gets to Hogwarts and realizes that wizards don’t care about history. At all. Class is taught by a ghost who doesn’t care about anything modern and seems surprised when he realizes students actually exist, no one cares if they fall asleep in class, everyone has been assigned the same essay topics every year for the last five hundred years. It’s all about rebellions and wars and treaties, and there’s no social history at all.

And her first couple years she just deals with it, because, hey, new fascinating world she’s learning all about, she can deal with one poorly taught class.

But what made me think about this was the title of Harry’s essay in third year. “Witch-Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless - discuss.” Because look at that from the point of view of someone who knows something about the motives behind witch-hunts.

So that’s when she loses it and spends the whole summer researching and writing an essay on the historical effects of magical existence on muggles. How wizards let people scapegoat other muggles and especially women for things muggles wouldn’t believe in if there weren’t real wizards everywhere. How pureblood wizards were happy to screw up the lives of the muggles living near them and then avoided all consequences because hey, they had Flame-Freezing Charms if the worst happened, what did they care if someone else was caught and died horribly instead of them. How even today muggles were falsely diagnosed with mental illnesses because wizards weren’t careful enough with their Disillusionment Charms, or because wizards thought Memory Charms were the solution to everything no matter how they affected the victim.

And she hands it in at the start of the year and a week later she gets summoned to the Headmistress’s office.

And Professor McGonagall smiles at her and says “This is a bit unusual, but would you be interested in a TA position?”

frankenstein poem

-playlist on shuffle

-make a free-verse poem using the first line of the first song, the second line of the second song, etc. etc. until you reach song five or six, that seems about long enough.

-alternately just take the first line of each song, whatever’s easier for you my dude

ex: “take me for a ride, I’m the one you pushed aside
it’s only in your head you feel left out or looked down on
she loves the sea and her people
at the same time, at the same time
the sun is down and we’re bound to get exhausted and so far from the shore”

-profit???

-actually these could be interesting writing/art prompts

Finding your Own Associations

What is the first thing you do when you start practicing witchcraft? Probably start collecting candles and jotting down the associations for herbs, colors, scents, and whatever else you can find. 

I’m not going to tell you this is wrong, after all associations tend to be the foundation for everything else we do in spell craft, as well as magic as whole. However, it is not the strongest way to use associations. In truth, to get the strongest impact with your supplies, you’re going to want to use your own associations.

But how do you even start to form your own associations?

1. Start with a list of what you want to make associations for. This could be anything from colors to carnivorous plants. I recommend using scrap paper or a side notebook for this, as it’ll function more as a work space than a solid list.

2. Go down your list. Note the first five words that come to mind when you first read the name you’re on. Example, when I think of daisies, I remember my mom receiving a bouquet of brightly colored Gerber daisies for her birthday. My associations would be family, happiness, vibrancy, celebration, and abundance. This might not be the same list you’ll make, but that’s okay! 

3. If you’re unfamiliar with something your list, look up what it is. I’d recommend looking up the most objective descriptions of whatever it is so you don’t feel swayed by the associations of others. For this, I like to use field guides from my local library or even Wikipedia. If you find yourself unsure of how to feel about something then, look up the historical uses of the subject.

4. Repeat the process over a period of time. If it’s a smaller list, like the 7 colors of the rainbow, you can repeat this over a couple days. Although if you have a bigger list, break it up into sub-lists or smaller groups, and focus on one group each day. The point of this is to make sure your associations are consistent. I find it also helps filter out the possibility of suddenly remembering something bittersweet or straight out awful later on about the emotional trauma of lavender from your childhood while mid-spell.

5. Finally, take your most consistently used associations for each item and make a permanent log or reference guide for yourself. This can be a word file or a fancier notebook where you keep all your witchcraft notes. The point of this is to keep a solid, permanent record of these associations to refer to later on. If you’ve been working for a while in magic, you already know how often you look back at your notes on associations. If you haven’t been practicing for a while, or if you’re brand new, you’re gonna learn.

Clean up after your dog.

I live in a very nice condominium complex in a pretty decently sized city in the South. I managed to buy a unit at the ripe age of 23, after making a pretty penny in the stock market - making me easily the youngest person in the complex.

The units are one building with 4 condos per unit, each is two stories with a balcony for each bedroom and for the downstairs area. Not very important, but I want to paint a mental picture here.

The outside of my condo, when it comes to lawn space, is VERY small. I’m talking like a patch of grass no larger than most individual blocks of sidewalk.

About a couple of months ago, this woman moved in a few units over with a large boxer. Having two large dogs myself, I was happy to see more big dogs in the area (most the people around here have little foofy dogs).

One day, I walked outside to see a large pile of dog shit and this lady hastily walking away. I called out kindly - “excuse me ma'am, please clean up after your dog”. She looked back, gave me a sour look, and continued walking away.

Okay, whatever, no big deal. I’ll give her a freebie this time so I cleaned up after her and threw it away trying to be a good neighbor.

I want to mention now that I’ve REALLY tried to go above and beyond the neighborly call of duty - as I said earlier, in the youngest here and I want to make it clear to my neighbors that I’m not just some spoiled little bastard that is going to make their lives hell. I sweep my older neighbors porches, swap recipes and have even babysat one of their grandchildren. I do my best to be a good neighbor, it’s just how I was raised.

However, this lady hit a sore spot. I let the first one slide, but this happened FIVE MORE TIMES IN THE SAME WEEK. Finally I confronted her and said “ma'am, I’m sick of cleaning your dogs shit and stepping around it every day. Please clean it up.”

I shit you not, and I wish I was exaggerating. She looked me right in the eye and said “I paid for a condo too, I’ll leave my shit wherever I want”. She then briskly walked off while I stood in shock.

Finally, I snapped. So I began to save every piece of shit that dumb bitch left in front of my house for around two straight months. I had a HEFTY GARBAGE BAG FULL OF IT (imagine what you use to clean leaves up in, it was that big). I won’t lie, I threw quite a bit of my own dog’s excrement in there for good measure. I mean come on, just her dog wasn’t going to cover the amount needed. That bag was F*CKING. HEAVY.

(where I stored it: Great question actually. All the condo units have individual cellars for storage. I stored it down there until I was ready to make my move. I probably should have mentioned that so you all wouldn’t think I’m some psycho dog-shit hoarder who has a closet full of feces.)

Yes, it smelled like shit every time I opened the damn door to add to the pile. It took an immense amount of patience and gagging to pull this off - but it was well worth it.

I waited until 4 am on Monday morning before I walked up to her condo and dumped that bag right on her small tiny condo lawn. It was worth every second of patience.

Sure enough, come 7 am there’s a bang on my door - and it’s my lovely neighbor.

“You need to come f*cking clean this shit up RIGHT NOW!” - she screamed in my face.

I smiled “sorry ma'am, I paid for a condo here too. I’ll leave my shit wherever I want.”

In short - Lady kept leaving dog poop on my lawn, so I saved it all and dumped about 2 months worth on hers.

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his shirt

pairing: michael mell/jeremy heere sorta

words: 687

warnings: none

notes: jeremys curly hair pls thank

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“Jeremy!  Wait!” Mr. Heere yelled from the car.  “You forgot your lunch!”  He lifted up a brown paper bag covered in smiley faces.

“Wha— Dad, I don’t bring a lunch!” Jeremy replied, looking around anxiously, hoping no one saw his dad driving him into school.  

It wasn’t his fault this happened, not really.  His alarm clock didn’t go off and Jeremy couldn’t just skip his shower, especially after skipping his shower the day before.  And the day before.  And on top of that, he had to print out a paper for his English class.  If he wanted to make it on time, he had to let his dad drive him.

“Oh, c'mon!  Here, take it.”  Mr. Heere shook the bag and Jeremy reluctantly grabbed it.

“Okay, thanks, bye Dad,” Jeremy scrambled to say, slamming the car door shut before his dad could reply.  Waving, Jeremy ran off towards the school doors with a sigh.

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siriustblack  asked:

57 + andreil?

from this list of prompts - please don’t send more!

The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.

Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”

Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”

The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.

Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own). 

“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.

“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.

“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”

“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”

Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.

“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”

So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference. 

Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.

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i saw a similar post about writing tips when it comes to having paris as a setting, so i thought it would be helpful to have the same thing except for……new york city! as a native new yorker i love seeing my home appearing in fics, because lbr nyc is pretty awesome. so if you’re looking to make nyc your setting, here are some tips when writing about it. these can help establish if your character is a native or non-native.

—first off, nyc is technically not one city. it’s five cities. the boroughs of manhattan, queens, staten island, bronx, and brooklyn are all part of nyc. however, the nyc that’s always on tv/movies is manhattan.

—if you live in any of the four other boroughs, manhattan is always referred to as “the city”. so if your character lives in brooklyn but is heading out to central park, they’re going to the city.

—public transportation is the way to go. unless it’s staten island, where cars are the easiest way to go. mta fare is $2.75 and we use metrocards. trains are divided by uptown and downtown, and some are express and some are local. we do not refer to the train lines by their color—only by their number or letter. buses are designated by their borough; a manhattan bus would have M in front of the number.

—taxis are mad expensive and sometimes public transportation can be too when you need to take a combo of buses and trains. many new yorkers walk a lot. the reason we walk fast is bc it makes it easier to get to your destination. walking up ten blocks can only take ten minutes if you speedwalk basically. which is why slow walkers annoy us, especially when they stop suddenly.

—trains run slower during weekends and nights so your character might be in for quite a wait. bus generally take 10 minutes to come, unless it’s a popular route. then buses come every five minutes.

—except for the very southern part of manhattan, the roads are numbered. so areas such as greenwich village, wall street, little italy, and chinatown do not have streets with numbers. streets run from east to west; avenues run from south to north. the east & west streets are separated by 5th Avenue. numbers increase as you move north and/or to the west.

—you can always find pizza and hot dogs for a dollar. busy areas such as times square and central park will try to overcharge you. no new yorker would be gullible enough to pay $2 for a pizza slice. for cheap $1 pizza, the chain 2Bros is good. speaking of pizza, we fold it in half bc it is easier to eat and walk then.

—a distinctly new yorker thing is saying “on the line”. such as asking someone “are you on the line?” no other state says this. drive into new jersey and they’ll say “in the line”.

—there is one international airport and one domestic airport for nyc, which are both in queens. there’s JFK (international) and La Guardia (domestic). a third option is newark airport (also international) in new jersey.

—smoking is not allowed in nyc parks nor in most public spaces whatsoever. also the legal age for smoking and drinking is 21.

—if your character is a college student, all public colleges are branded as CUNY (City University of New York). every borough has at least one CUNY college. public colleges have “cheap” tuition rates, which are usually around $5000-$8000. the “famous” colleges in NYC are not public. NYU and Columbia are both private and are ridiculously expensive. Wagner College (private) in Staten Island has a really good performing arts/music program.

—new yorkers avoid many of the sightseeing places bc they’re expensive and overcrowded. i have lived my whole life in nyc (almost 20 years) and have only visited the Empire State Building for the first time this summer—and that’s only bc my internship covers the expense of my tickets to such places.

—speaking of expenses, most of the homes in the boroughs are apartments. Staten Island however is suburban and residential. houses are abundant there. in manhattan, houses which are really just townhouses, are super expensive. we’re talking millions here.

—manhattan is an island. so is staten island. the only ways off manhattan are by cars/buses over bridges or tunnels, or by trains. the only way off staten island is by car, bus, or the Staten Island Ferry. the ferry is free of charge, running 24/7 between SI and Manhattan. all bridges have tolls, where ezpass holders have lower rates.

—yes we’re the city that never sleeps, but we do sleep. some areas like times square don’t appear to. i’ve shopped at the forever 21 in times square at 1 AM. it was still crowded.

—SI has a predominant Italian and Sri Lankan community. Queens has a predominant Indian community, most especially in the Jackson Heights neighborhood.

—coney island is in brooklyn. the rides are fun but expensive. the beach is crowded and dirty. brighton beach and rockaway beach are better choices. staten island has a more calmer (and actually fourth longest in the usa) boardwalk.

—if you’re mailing something to manhattan, the address should be written as new york, new york. it would not be manhattan, new york.

this got really long but if your heart is set on writing within new york, i think it’s really important to get your setting right. like i said before, these tips can really help your character stand out or not as someone who is or isn’t from new york. i hope this helps for all the fabulous writers out there!

No Pain, No Gain - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “I was wondering if I could request a Jeff x reader working out together?”

“One more crunch! Yes! That’s my girl.” Jeff smiled at you. He was holding your feet and giving you the stupidest grin.

“Your turn!” You flipped up to your feet and began pushing him toward to pull up bar. He shot you a flashing grin.

“Oh, Y/N. I’m going to annihilate you.” He rolled his shoulders and stretched out his hands a few times. He jumped to reach the bar, winked at you, then started doing pull ups. Trying to hold in the drool and conceal the evident joy in watching him work out, you placed your hand over your mouth.

He grinned at you consistently through his pull ups, and when he started to tire you shouted; “C'MON JEFF!” Which fuelled him to do a few more.

“One last row?” You asked. He flashed you yet another pearly white smile.
“You’re on, Y/N/N.”

The both of you sat on the two rowing machines in the corner.

“How do you still look cute when you’re all red and sweaty?” Jeff laughed.

“Are you kidding? Have you even seen yourself right now, Jeff?” You struggled through rows.

“Well there aren’t any mirrors around.” He joked.

“Well- you look like a fucking model. As per usual.” You breathed in mock anger.

“Shut up. You know you’re gorgeous. And you’re nearly at the goal!” He encouraged. “You can do it, babe.”

“No pain, no gain Jeffrey. You better be hitting that goal with me.”

In not too long at all, you both hit your targets and high-fived each other.

“Good work, Y/N/N.” Jeff said, handing you a bottle of water.

“Same to you Atkins. First to the car gets pampered when we get home?” You challenged.

“Oh hell yes.” Jeff stretched out his arms.

“3…2…1…” you said in unison. “GO!”

You let your legs carry you and regulated your breathing. Sometimes when you ran, it felt like you were flying. Plus, with the added air of competition and willingness to be able to hold something over your boyfriend, you soared to your car, hitting the bonnet with such force your shoulder buckled slightly. But you wouldn’t let Jeff know.

“LOSER!” You shouted as your boyfriend came up beside you, panting.

“Looks like i am.” He placed a hand on your hip and pulled you in towards him. “I think I’m a little out of breath, I might need CPR.” He smiled.

“It looks like you might.” You rested your hands on his chest. “Now, don’t be afraid if I break a few hearts, that’s normal.”

“I thought it was ribs?” His face conveyed confusion.

“It is, dummy, I thought we were talking in metaphors?” You hit him playfully.

“Just kiss me you weirdo.” He chuckled. You snaked your arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to yours, enveloping him in an exhausted, desperate kind of kiss. He pushed you against the car bonnet, lifting you slightly. Smiling against him in the kiss, you tangled your fingers in his hair, wondering how many people in the Gym Car Park were watching you, and not caring one bit.

—–

“Huh.” You sighed, throwing yourself down on yours and Jeff’s king-sized bed.

“You look exhausted. Wanna cash in that winners pamper sesh?” Jeff slumped down next to you. You nodded weakly, then rolled onto your stomach. Jeff started to pull your sticky gym clothes off, with difficulty as you were refusing to move.

Jeff left, but you were too tired to verbally complain. Momentarily, you realised why upon the sensation of cold, wet, liquid on your back, and a subtle scent of olives. Your boyfriend massaged the olive oil into your lower back to begin with, and slowly moved up to your shoulders. His hands rolled over all your aches, smoothing all the knots and calming the soreness.

“I saw this, by the way.” He said in a low voice, giving your hurt shoulder some extra attention. “It’s not really damaged, but you should’ve told me, I was worried.”
You nodded a reply. “Sorry.” You mumbled, too focused on how good Jeff’s hands were making you feel. They were slightly rough from all the baseball he played, but not uncomfortably so - they were just right.

Then, Jeff leaned his head down to your hurt shoulder, and dotted kisses anywhere he could manage. He turned his head so that his mouth was by your ear, and whispered; “all better, my love.”

—–

After a relaxing evening being pampered by your boyfriend, Jeff and you lay in bed ready to sleep. You weren’t entirely sure where your body ended and his began, or vice versa, but that didn’t bother you.

“I’m proud of you, Jeff.” You stroked your hand over his chest.

“What for?”

“Well, for not giving up when I saw you wanted to. On the pull ups.”

He scoffed at you, but didn’t argue.

“I love you, Y/N.” he mumbled into your hair.

“I love you, Jeff.” You beamed back at him, as you watched his green eyes flutter shut.

anonymous asked:

I LOVE YOUR AUS SO MUCH OMG 💓 could you do a lil nct mark au? ☺️

  • highschool!au with mark
  • is completely oblivious to the fact that the entire school is in Love with him
  • plays on the basketball team 
  • but isn’t competitive during gym class like haechan whose like i will RUIN EVERYONE ON THE OTHER TEAm,,,,mark’s just like ok it’s just a game bud relax
  • sleeps in history class LOL
  • is really just a laid-back guy who sits near the window in all his classes so he can stare out of it and never really tries to argue with anyone 
  • gets volunteered to be class president because everyone loves him and he’s bashful about it like guys,,,,,,i don’t think im a good fit-
  • but everyone is like mark,,,,,you’re the nicest person,,,,,,,you’re friends with the seniors, the freshmen, the teachers, the ????? principal even knows your full name
  • but the truth is mark is kinda burdened by it because like he doesn’t really want so much responsibility
  • but too late everyone’s voted for him,,,,,,,,,and mark is LITERALLY too nice to say anything about it
  • and on the first meeting he’s. lost
  • literally didn’t bring anything to take notes with and he sits next to you, who’s got your binder out and ready. highlighters in three different colors if you need them
  • and mark leans over and is like “hi,,,,sorry can i borrow some paper,,,,,and a pen”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,you didn’t bring any????? it’s our first meeting????
  • and mark gets pink and is like “ive never been a class representative,,,,,,or done student government,,,,,i actually don’t know why i was chosen,,,,,,”
  • and you give him a funny look, but at the same time you don’t want to leave him hanging so you’re like “here’s some paper, ill help you during the meeting if you have any questions!!!”
  • and mark smiles at you,,,,,and his eyes are so wide and pretty and you’re like,,,,,,in your head,,,,going oh! i know him,,,,,he’s the prince of class b
  • and probably like five of your friends have told you about him, but you’d never really been near him until now
  • and the meeting goes well, mark asks you in surprise that is it the students that really plan the spring festivals and you’re like yes LOL
  • and as you’re packing up your things mark asks you shyly which way you’re taking to go home and you’re like im going to walk to the train!!!
  • and mark,,,scratching his neck is like “so am i, do you want to go together?”
  • and you think nothing of it, just that he’s being friendly since you guys are going to student reps together
  • but also,,,,,you feel some butterflies in your stomach as you guys walk side by side and you feel your arms brush slightly
  • and you talk about homework and upcoming tests and whatnot and mark is so easy going, and his laugh is charming,,,,,,,
  • and once you get to the train marks comes first, but he waits with you for your train and when he waves as you get on you smile,,,,,but also he’s so???????? Sweet,,,,,,,
  • and the next day mark is sitting with renjun and jeno and jeno apologetically asks if the meeting was tough
  • but mark breaks out into this grin and renjun is like WAIT DID SOMETHING HAPPEN
  • and mark is like “i think.,,,,,im happy to be class president now” and jeno is like ????????Why all of a sudden
  • and mark looks toward the open door of the classroom, kids rushing back and forth and then he sees you
  • making your way to class and he shrugs looking back at jeno
  • but renjun has caught on and he’s like “you’re so obvious - YOU MET SOMEONE CUTE!!!!! MARK HAS a cru S H”
  • mark: rENJUN SHUT -
  • haechan appearing out of thin air: mark has a what now, tell me all the details

anonymous asked:

May I please request list form of cuddling with Monsta X? Thank you lovely!

Cuddling with Monsta X

Shownu: 

  • giant teddy bear + always warm + huge arms = the best cuddler on the planet !!
  • loves it when you put your head on his chest
  • plays with your hair, sometimes tries to braid it while you’re asleep
  • you wake up with your hair in a weird knot and he claims not to know what happened
  • cuddles anywhere ! and everywhere !
  • you’re laying in bed reading a book? cuddles
  • Watching a movie? cuddles 
  • Making dinner? turn the stove down because Shownu’s gonna wrap his arms around you and not let go
  • i see him being the type to sit you on the counter and wrap his arms around your waist and put his head on your chest so you’ll play with his hair

Originally posted by yoongisbigassforehead

Wonho:

  • a lot of posts I’ve seen hyper sexualize him but tbh he’s a lil squish
  • playful as heck
  • would tickle and poke you randomly to start a war when you’re cuddling in bed and you’re too close to falling asleep for his liking
  • because he’s actually a giant baby that gets bored easily
  • if you’ve ever seen fancams of him at fanmeets you’ll know what I mean 
  • runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your forehead
  • secretly loves being the little spoon/laying his head on your chest while you’re on your back
  • loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair and you lips on his forehead
  • even in the summer when it’s so hot you feel like your skin is on fire he demands to be cuddled

Originally posted by wonho-be-mine

Hyungwon:

  • this tol bean wouldn’t even be getting out of bed in the first place
  • so cuddles would be near constant
  • not super picky, will cuddle you however as long as you don’t make him get up
  • loves spooning because he can just completely cocoon you
  • but also loves having your head on his chest because its a little less suffocating when it’s hot
  • you can’t resist kissing his cute little face all over even when he threatens to push you out of bed/off the couch so he can have some peace
  • would cuddle the giant koala plushie he got from a fan instead
  • claims he’s joking, he’s not

Originally posted by hyungvon

Kihyun:

  • loves cuddling in bed and just talking
  • ideally you have dinner, take a bath together and get into bed a little early
  • so you can just face each other and talk about whatever while giving each other little eskimo kisses and he’s playing with your hair
  • gets annoyed if you don’t dry your hair first because you start sneezing and he complains that you wouldn’t have if you dried you hair
  • realistically his skincare routine takes so long you’re falling asleep before he even gets in bed
  • so five minutes into cuddling… you’re asleep
  • and he’s laying there rolling his eyes, wondering why you look so damn cute wearing his shirt

Originally posted by prettytae

Minhyuk:

  • literally a boa constrictor
  • wraps himself around you and won’t let go
  • hugs you tighter and tighter until you stop breathing
  • jk
  • but he’s clingy as heck when he cuddles, so you better not have any plans for the rest of the day if you’re cuddling in the morning
  • wakes you up the same way he does with Jooheon in that cute ass video, you know the one
  • except he doesn’t get off
  • he’ll just lay on top of you until you roll him off onto the floor
  • jumps back up and attacks you with kisses until you submit

Originally posted by wonhontology

Jooheon:

  • because he’s always working into the early hours of the morning he wouldn’t get much chance to cuddle with you while you’re still awake
  • so the days he does get with you he’d cherish and just transform into the biggest teddy bear
  • lets you snuggle up to him like a little koala *gif* and plays with your hair
  • kisses your head a lot and tells you how much he loves you
  • similar to Wonho, loves being the little spoon/you cuddling him
  • isn’t shy about it
  • comes home and flops onto your lap and buries his face in your stomach and just lays there with his arms around your waist and your hands work through his hair/rub his shoulders

Originally posted by wonhontology

I.M:

  • loves when you approach him first for cuddles, bc he’s a lil shy
  • thinks you’re the softest thing on the planet
  • completely envelops you in his arms
  • doesn’t even have to be laying down, you guys will be standing in the hallway just hugging each other for like 10 minutes before you realize you haven’t moved
  • refuses to let go of you and waddles while still holding you and drops onto the couch with you on top of him
  • you talk about how both of you days were and just lay there for a while enjoying each other’s company

Originally posted by altwonhoseok

So I haven’t posted anything substantial in like 50 years and I’m so sorry, I hope this makes up for it, I’ve been writing a lot of different things but I haven’t been able to finish any one thing because I’ve been getting pretty bad writer’s block..but I’m working through it! So hopefully I can keep this up again, all I can ask is please don’t spam my inbox asking for updates! It can make me feel pressured and actually is counterproductive …

Full Refund

Summary: It all starts with a silly text to Derek.

Notes: A quick little fic inspired by @stileshale‘s tags on this post. (On AO3)


Stiles drags himself up to his room, feet heavy on the stairs. He’d thought, now that summer was starting, he’d have a better chance. With all this free time, surely someone would let him take them on one date. But he’d been turned down time and time again.

So he’s back at his dad’s place, and it seems even less likely that he’ll find someone, now that he’s away from campus.

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Kuroo Tetsurou Appreciation Post

When I first saw Kuroo…

I honestly thought nothing of him. Of course, this was because Vanessa showed me a picture of him before I started to watch Haikyuu!! 

But after watching Haikyuu!! and seeing him for the first time, I loved him more than Kageyama, who happened to be my first crush in this anime. 

Why?

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One, his hair is amazing.

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Two, you can ship him with Kenma.

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And Bokuto.

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And Tsukki.

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Hell, you can even ship him with Bokuto AND Tsukki. AT THE SAME TIME.

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Three, his laugh is sO DAMN CUTE. JUST LIKE HIMSELF.

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Four, his chuckle is cute too.

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Five, he’s a supportive captain, and he gives people high fives without any struggle (unlike Kageyama).

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Six, he talks to younger people (Tsukki and Lev) as if he is like, 30 years old.

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Seven, he’s a powerful and smart as fuck middle blocker.

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Eight, he looks at Kenma as if he is his whole world, which he mIGHT AS WELL BE. Plus, he helps Kenma study.

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Nine, fast reflexes. And little amused faces. And how fabulous he looks in his uniform.

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And ten, his butt is amazing. And he’s Kuroo Tetsurou. That alone is enough to make me love him.


I could list more things but you guys are probably already tired of scrolling through GIFs (they’re not mine).

-Admin Ella

It’s Okay

Hey guys! I’ve got my first ever Power Rangers fanfic here. I saw the movie on Thursday and I just really really loved it. I also started shipping Billy x Jason from the moment Jason slapped the shit out of that bully. So, here’s my fic for them. I hope you guys like it!

All mistakes are my own




Jason’s been to a lot of football practices. Like, a lot. But none of them have made him as tired and as sore as training to be a Power Ranger has. Every step he takes, makes some muscle somewhere hurt. But it’s a good hurt, this is the happiest Jason’s been in a long time. He finally feels like for once he’s doing something right. After all nothing beats training to be a superhero and then going for pizza with his friends.

They’ve been getting closer and closer, the five of them. They’re all different, extremely different and at first it wasn’t clear if they actually could get along. But now, Jason can’t think of anything better than hanging out with the other four.

Sadly, tonight’s not a pizza night. Kimberly had to be home for a family dinner. Zach needed to check on his mom and Trini, well she hadn’t said why she was leaving but she left all the same. Which leaves Jason and Billy for the rest of the evening.

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Dirty thoughts

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader

word count: 3058

warnings: um, implied smut? 

A/N: I hope you like this, it came to my mind some days ago. English is not my first language and i am doing my best, so please whether you like it or not, please let me know. It’s really important because I want to become a better writer. :) ♥ Oh, and if you want a request feel free to ask, just know that it may not be up really fast due to my filled schedule :) 

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Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

He was standing in front of me and was studying my shape. That made me nervous so I was looking at the floor. I felt those familiar rough and at the same time soft fingers slowly moving from the neck to my jaw, titling me head up in order to see him in the eyes. He smirked and got nearer, his skin barely touching mine.

“You have no idea what I am planning to do to you, sweetheart.”, his voice sent shivers down my spine after he whispered those words. Then his lips met my soft skin just below the ear. Moaning I tried to burry my hand in his raven black hair but the boy stopped me. Pushing me lightly I fell on the bed. He hovered above me and then I saw the desire in his eyes. I licked, then bit my lips at the thought what he can do to me.

“I’m all yours. Show me what you are capable of.”, I titillate him. That caused only a devilish grin. His hand ripped my shirt and within seconds his skillful mouth was exploring my curves…

“Come on (Y/N)! We must go!”, somebody shouted so loud in my ear that I fell on the hard floor.

“Are you crazy!? What the hell is your problem? You want me to become deaf or something?”, I screamed back.

“Well, you weren’t waking up so I had to do something.”, Lily, my roommate, said back, “Come on, dress up! We will be late for class.”, in response I groaned, not only my ass was hurting, but because she woke me up from my dream that was just becoming interesting. However, just as I saw the time, my almost wet dream popped out of my head and I started dressing. We had Potions and I didn’t want to get in trouble because of my dirty thoughts.

Somehow we managed to get in class just seconds before the teacher did.

“How is my sweetheart? Did she get enough sleep or she kept thinking ‘bout me?”, the familiar voice I had heard in my dreams asked.

“You are not so important to occupy my dreams.”, I looked at him with a smirk, trying to cover the fact that I was lying.

“You are hurting me, (Y/L/N)!”, placing his hand on his chest, where his heart was supposed to be, he acted as though he had been hurt, “Not caring about your boyfriend?”

“You are such a drama queen.”, I smiled.

“No, no, no! I’m a sexy drama queen.”, his façade as a hurt child continued.

“Well, here I cannot quarrel.”

“Oh, and…”, leaning closer to me he whispered, “You were indeed in my dreams last night.”

Those words immediately made my face turn red. I bit my lips and looked down, hiding my smile.

“You are so sweet when you are blushing.”, he stated as he placed his head on both his hands looking as a child admiring something, ”Oh, here you are blushing even more because of my compliments, which are actually true.”, that boy really didn’t know when to stop, “You are becoming as red as my tie sweetie, is it even possible?”

“Stop it, Sirius!”, he was right, I felt my face burning but at the same time I couldn’t stop smiling because of him.

“Why?”, my boyfriend asked simply while looking at me with an innocent look.

“I-um…I just wanna focus.”

“Yeah, sure.”, and with that our conversation finished. I was doing fine for the first five minutes. Then Sirius put his hand on my bare hip. My body immediately tensed. I was used to it, Sirius was really touchy and liked to show that I was his but this time it was different. I glanced at him but it seemed that he was interested in the boring lecture. I put all my efforts in trying to do the same, but Sirius’ hand was burning my skin. The only thing that was roaming in my mind was me, my boyfriend and some dirty things I’d never thought I would think of. I moved slightly so Sirius’ hand would just fall or something but that didn’t happen, he even moved it upwards. I bit my lip in order to stop the moan that was about to escape my mouth. That was it! I removed his hand, something I didn’t do and looked directly at the teaching trying to look as though everything he had been saying was so freaking intriguing. Yet I managed to catch Sirius’ head turning towards me. Usually I liked him touching me and now I hoped that this didn’t make him see that something was not alright.  

Sirius was staring at me almost the whole lesson and it was a torture, honestly. I didn’t want him to feel bad about that my hormones are ‘activated’. But thankfully the class finished soon.

“Hey, (Y/N), wha-”, as Sirius was about to turn and say something I stormed out of the room heading towards my next lesson – Transfiguration. The good news was that my sexy boyfriend had Herbology and I could focus without a problem. Ha, ha, ha! Guess what?! He was stuck in my mind. His simple movement filled me with desire and it was only 9 o’clock in the morning. That slight touch on my hips and bam I’m head over heels for him. Not that I wasn’t but this feeling was kind of new, it drove me crazy. And on top of this everything I did in class was wrong that I had my house with 15 points down. ‘That stupid bastard! Who gave him the right to affect me that way?! Idiot, fucking sexy idiot!’

We’d been dating for almost 8 months but sex was never a topic. Yeah, we did make sex jokes but only that. Something in me believed that Sirius knew this experience was unfamiliar to me and didn’t push me although he was probably suffering from not training his lil’ friend which made me love him even more. But now, somehow used to all the stress about the exams and homework my body finally decided it was time to get what it wanted. Sirius and I of course had passionate moments but only that.

The whole day I’d been trying to ignore him in order to reduce my feelings but as all my efforts through the day…nothing, I repeat nothing succeed. Again lost in my thoughts, searching for something that will occupy my mind I didn’t notice my boyfriend who was searching for me. He pushed me against the nearest wall and got me out of trance.

“We need to talk. Now.”, he stated slowly with his deep and sexy voice. I gulped nervously and as I tried to get out of that situation he stopped me with putting his hands on the wall so I won’t escape. I observed him remembering each detail. His shirt was enlacing his body so perfectly that his muscles were visible. The sleeves were rolled up just above his elbow. I bit my lips and continue my research. His jaw was clenched, and those soft and pinky lips were just inches away from me. Oh, I was dying to kiss them at that moment but did anything to hold that control over my body. And then, finally, his orbits. There was something in him, something in his eyes. If you ever meet that look, then you would understand what I mean. Those cold grey eyes had so much fire in them, fire that managed to ignite my cells, my body. I was burning from desire for those hands around me, those lips connecting with mine and sucking my soul out of my vessel. He was dangerous. Like a spark in a dry forest. Only one look and I was turning into ash, ash of passion and love.

“There is something.”

“What do you mean that there is something, Sirius?”, I tried to play dumb.

“You cannot lie to me, (Y/L/N) and you know that.”, he came closer and I tried to move backwards but the stupid wall was behind me. ‘Stupid Hogwarts teachers, why making a wall just there?!’

“You are wrong, honey. I’m fine.”, faking a smile had to make him believe me but that naïve dog with super senses could detect all my lies.

“Then why are you running away from me as though I am the devil?”

Those questions and that sexy provoking way of talking were getting me out of my skin.

“Maybe because you are!”, as I told that my eyes got wide.

“Have I done something?”, he asked simply.

“Yes, yes you did!”, crossing my arms I looked away.

“What is it?”

“You are hot and sexy and seductive and, urgh!”

“Wait, what?”, it seemed my statement confused him so I used the opportunity to escape. Just as he realized what I was doing he grabbed my hand and stopped me, “You are ignoring me because you find me attractive. Oh god, what a logic.”, he laughed.

“Don’t you dare laughing you idiot.”, I got out of his grip. Trying to look angry I began walking towards my next class. He tried to stop me but thank goodness the room was like 2 meters away and he didn’t manage to tell anything more. ‘What a bastard! How can he laugh about it? He has no idea how this situation is affecting me. Oh, he will regret this!’

The rest of the day went almost quietly. Sirius was nowhere to be seen. That calmed me down and I was able to concentrate on my homework and essays for tomorrow. As I was studying in the library someone say opposite me on the table. I looked up hoping it wasn’t Sirius. When I saw it was Remus I relaxed.

“Hi, Rem!”, I said with a bright smile.

“Hello (Y/N)! Can I sit?”

“Of course, why are you even asking?”, I took some of my books to make space for his belongings.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Just being polite.”

“Rem, I know you pretty well, no need to act as the good boy.”, I winked at him.

“What are you talking about? I am the most innocent person in the whole school, more innocent even from the virgins.”, he stated while laughing.

“Oh, do not be so sure.”, and here we went again, my desires unlocking again.

“Is there something in common with what Sirius had said?”, the boy asked as he opened his books searching for the needed information.

“What had he said? By the way, where is he?”

“Oh, he said and I quote ‘I am too hot and sexy and seductive for my girlfriend and I will give her some time without distracting her’”

“He what?!”, the anger filled me immediately.

“I, um-shit, shouldn’t have said it.”

“Where is he?”

“I-”

“Where is that little bastard, Remus?”, I should have looked really scary because the only response I got was a stuttering answer that my boyfriend was in his dormitory.

I collected all my things in fury and stormed out of the library. ‘Sirius! You better hope that I do not find you!’ Reaching the Gryffindor common room I said the password and got in. The only people there were Lily and James who stopped snogging as I entered. But I was too angry to think about how they finally became a thing.

“Where the hell is Black?”, I said though clenched teeth.

“Oh, um…”, they looked at each other confused then Lily answered, “In the boys’ dormitory.”

I threw my bag with the books on the coach and ascended the stairs. Seconds later I was in front of the door and almost ‘kicked’ it down. Sirius was standing in front of his wardrobe and when I showed with such rage his eyes widened. I entered the room without breaking an eye contact and locked the door.

“(Y/N)!”

“Sirius! I’m glad we know each other’s names.”

He tried to start a conversation but I stopped him.

“How is my hot and sexy and seductive boyfriend going?”

“Moony told you?”, he then continued doing what he was doing to wit untying his tie.

“Yes, he did!”, the view in front of me was so tempting which made even angrier and horny - a bad combination for a girl with raging hormones.

“I don’t understand why you are angry right now.”, he let his tie untied around his neck and looked at me smirking.

“You are making me insane right now.”

“And what are you gonna do then sweetheart?”, coming closer he sent me that challenging look. I grabbed him by the tie and pushed him against the door. Getting closer I whispered

“You won’t wanna know.” and then I attacked his neck with wet kisses.

“Wha- oh, shit.”, he moaned as I reached his weak spot just behind his year. Burying my hands in his soft dark hair I made him come closer so I can kiss him. It was hard to be dominant with such a giant. When our lips connected I felt that it was different than before. The kiss was rough and passionate. I bit his lower lip and used the opportunity to slide my tongue inside his mouth. Those strong arms I knew so well found their place on my ass. I jumped and wrapped my legs around him. Our tongues were fighting and he wasn’t about to surrender. Changing our position, he slammed me up against the wall and tried to gain control but I stopped immediately although I didn’t wish to. I unwrapped my legs and set foot on the floor. Sirius stood there amazed and maybe…shocked? I licked my lips and that lit the desire in his eyes. I saw my lipstick smudged on his lips which made him even hotter.

“I- woah, what just happened?”

“You saw nothing, Black.”, walking toward him he was backing up - that was the only thing his body could do at that moment. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere, “You have no idea how many times I imagined doing this.” After that I pushed him so he landed on the bed. Holding his body weight on his elbow he looked at me puzzled. Honestly I had no clue where that confidence came from, especially knowing what was about to happen but I decided to indulge the feeling. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt throwing it on the floor. Then I slid my skirt down so slowly that caused my beloved boyfriend to groan at the sight. Removing my shoes I stood there only in my black laced bra and panties. Thanks god I was wearing the sexy set of underwear.

Sirius licked his lips and scanned my body. Believe it or not his friend immediately raised which made me chuckle. I hovered above my poor boy and looked him in the eyes. There was excitement, confusion and desire at the same time. Pushing him slightly so he would lay on the bed I positioned my legs from both sides of his body. Staying inches away from each other was killing us. He did want to do something but there was a thing stopping him.

“You used to be touchy. Is there a problem?”, I asked not even confused. Deep inside I felt everything was quite right.

“Moony and Prongs were right. You’ll be the death of me.”, chuckling he finally placed his hands on my lips moving them up and down, along my back and then back on my tights, “You just took my breath away, darling. I’ve never expected such an innocent girl to hide such a dangerous sex goddess.”

Those words made me do something. I’d never thought I could make him feel this way. Being the fuckboy of the school, well before we got together, always made me insecure about my body and abilities. I’d never felt good enough for that boy, and I kept telling myself I was just a toy. I was filled with fear of being rejected; being left from the boy I truly loved.  When we first met I found him too arrogant and cocky but with time passing I managed to look though that façade and see the poor boy, who was dismissed from his own family. A boy that had been hardly understood. A boy that wanted to hide his soft and vulnerable side. When I was with him he was himself, never hiding, never faking his emotions although he could do it pretty well.

My mouth was moving along his chest, stomach and right above his boxers. Sirius was a mess. Every time we had sex he was the dominant one, I’d never felt confident to do such a thing only because I thought I wouldn’t make him feel good. Apparently, I was wrong. Hearing my boy moaning me name was a pleasure for my ears. I licked a line from the bottom to his neck never breaking eye contact. He bit his lips and then threw his head back laughing.

“Oh, god!”

“What? Don’t have the strength to bear this?” , his grey eyes were looking at me dangerously and yet passionately.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”, instantly he put his hand on my head and draw me closer. Connecting our lips for a hundredth time that night, Sirius once again tried to dominant me.

“You won’t give me a chance, huh?”

“I want you so desperately that I cannot control myself, babe.”

As I reached my back to unclasp my bra, somebody opened, no, almost broke the freaking door.

“Sirius, I need to-”, James stopped in the middle of his sentence and in the middle of the room shocked. His eyes were moving from me to Sirius and back.

“(Y/n), what are you doing on top of Sirius?”, I was asked simply.

“What may I be doing on top of my boyfriend half naked, Potter?”

“Oooh”, the reality hit his face “You look sexy on him I can confirm.”

“Go away Prongs!”, I and Sirius both said and threw pillows at him.

“Okay, okay, I am leaving. Those little kids and their hormones… ”, he said while closing the door.

“Remind me to kill him later.”, we both laughed and then looked at each other.

“Now, where were we?”

43. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me”  Dan.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan X Reader

Warnings- Smut. Also this is a really long one.


Saying you hate crowds would be considered an understatement.You could never put it into words. It’s so much more than just people forgetting what personal space is. It’s even more than the thought of everyone looking at you thinking you’re strange. It’s an immense feeling in the pit of your stomach that tightens. It’s the way you feel your breathing changing to a more shallow breath. Dan understood how you feel in crowds and has always tried his hardest to help you through any emotions you were feeling. Today was an extra stressful day as you were not only in a crowd of strangers but it was a crowd of Dan’s family. 

“They will love you just as much as I love you.” That was easy for Dan to say. He wasn’t the one who was meeting a bunch of new people who were for sure judging you to see if you were right for there Dan.

 "What if they don’t. What if your aunt thinks I’m wrong for you and tells your mum and your mum tells your grandma and then she will hate me and then I will never be able to be with you because I can’t make you choose between myself and your family.“ Dan kisses you softly to try and get you to shut up for even just a second.

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The Painter’s Muse

OMG ANON THANK YOU! I always love getting requests, they’re so fun. I hope you like it anon! Tbh, I never considered writing a Minghao imagine, but I like how it ended up(:

Originally posted by mountean

Pairing: Minghao/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Summary: You’ve sworn you seen the girl in the painting, staring contently at you, you just don’t remember ever posing for the picture centuries before. 

Author’s note: I never really thought of writing a soulmate AU, but I decided that a reincarnation one was the only one that makes sense. I read soulmate AU’s a lot, and I love them, it’s just sometimes things don’t add up. Thats why Minghao’s names are different in his past life times, because I feel like that makes the most sense, also I just FINISHED GOBLIN. Which plays with the same idea and I will forever be obsessed with the grim reaper and sunny. THEY WERE SO DAMN CUTE. Someone hold me, I’m still recovering from the drama. 

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Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 4

Originally posted by dodyo

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (Part 4/6)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 5,765

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

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BTS reacting to you smacking their butts occasionally (requested)

Gifs aren’t mine.

Jin (Seokjin):

The first time, Jin would probably burst out laughing and blush, not knowing what to do, before hugging you playfully. He’d say ‘You really have no shame, jagi !’ before chuckling. After that he’d just get used to it and not even react anymore, just smiling at you.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Suga (Yoongi):

The first time, Yoongi wouldn’t even react. He’d probably just close his eyes feeling embarrassed for you and ignore you. After a while he’d start hitting your butt occasionally too and you’d form this sort of routine where you would always hit each other’s butts whenever you’d pass behind one another.

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

V (Taehyung):

The first time, Tae would laugh before hitting your butt too quite playfully which would lead to a butt slapping fight with him, people staring at you while passing by. ‘You won’t win, jagi !’. The times after that, it would lead to the same thing when he’s feeling playful but if he isn’t, he’ll just look back and smile widely at you to let you know that even if he wasn’t participating, he didn’t mind.

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

JImin:

The first time, Jimin would look back to see who could’ve done this with kind of a glare but when he’d see it’s you he’d quickly chuckle. ‘You’re the only one allowed to tap my butt, baby’ and he’d just let you continue. The other boys would tease him for being whipped and of course he’d try to deny it and he’d say that he’ll tell you to stop but he would never be able to which would lead to even more teasing.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Rap monster (Namjoon):

The first time you hit his butt, Namjoon would be really cool about it and would smile at you before hitting your butt playfully too. ‘So naughty, jagi’. After that, he’d kind of let you do your own thing without reciprocating and would occasionally trade a butt slap for a quick kiss.

Originally posted by holy-yoongi

J-hope (Hoseok):

The first time, Hobi would jump because you hit him really hard and he’d bring his hand up to his heart. ‘Yah ! Jagi, you really scared me !’ he’d complain but start laughing after five seconds. He’d surely have the same reaction every time and after the boys would notice, they’d start hitting his butt too when he’d least expect it,  so you and the guys would start a competition to see who would be able to make him jump the most.

Originally posted by hoebwi

Jungkook:

The first time, Jungkook would look at you, quite shocked you’d done that, although he could believe it since you’d play around all the time. He’d get all shy though and try hiding the blush that graced his cheeks. After a while he’d get used to it and would just lean in for a kiss afterwards to try and hide the tiny blush that didn’t seem to be going away.

Originally posted by kookielife