the way he's looking at him though

Imagine Richie noticing all of Eddie’s little mannerisms...

- So we all have little things we do subconsciously.

- So obviously Eddie does too.

- Richie hadn’t really noticed any of them though. Until one day they all just hit him.

- The way Eddie will tap his finger on any surface when he’s focused.

- Constantly fixing his shirt and hair.

- Richie nearly fainted when he saw the way Eddie nibbles on his lip.

- Eddie sees Richie staring at him while he’s focused on writing a paper for English and he just kind of quirks an eyebrow and is like “What?”

- Richie blushes and out pops the reply his ADHD ridden mind decides would be best.

- “Your lips are gonna get chapped.”

- Eddie looks confused for a moment before reaching up and touching his mouth. He could immediately feel the saliva and torn skin.

- Apparently, he had no fucking clue he even did that.

- Richie notices this and starts listing off all the other stuff Eddie did without thinking.

- By the end of it Eddie is just smiling fondly at the other boy while he blushes harder.

- “Good job picking up on all of that Trashmouth. Seems like I have a stalker.”

- Richie proceeds to practically leap through Eddie’s window.

- Though, a few days later he gets a note in his locker listing all his mannerisms and it’s signed with nothing but ‘- E  <3′.

- He can’t stop grinning for the rest of the day.

anonymous asked:

This one line from pleaser by wallows reminds me of reddie (I'm quite a people pleaser if only I could please her) for some reason????

DUDE FUCK I LOVE THIS 

like richie is such a people pleaser (ever though what he says does not please anyone) but he tries to make everyone laugh and stuff, and he ALWAYS looks at eddie first to see if he’s amused but he never fucking is?? richie works so damn hard to make eddie laugh but dammit the boy won’t even give a smile

and thats why richie always bickers with him way more than the others

anonymous asked:

23 on the trip to Bespin maybe 👀

23. “I don’t need to be the hero tonight.”

This follows on from #3. “Could you be happy, here, with me?”

It was a lovely way to spend the afternoon, snuggling together behind the dejarik table and envisioning how they’d spend their time if they never returned to the Alliance.

“Just think,” Leia said. “No High Council.”

“No shitty rations,” Han said. Leia looked at him. “Okay. Fewer shitty rations.”

“Definitely,” she agreed. “You’re a good cook. Maybe you could teach me.”

“Flying lessons and cooking lessons. I think I could handle that,” he said, grinning. “Oh yeah—no more ice planets.”

“For certain. Though we’d probably be better at keeping each other warm, now.”

Han shook his head, chuckling at her. “Best pickup line on Hoth, and I never got to use it on you.” Leia elbowed him in the ribs, then went in for another kiss.

They held each other quietly for a while, then Han had to go and throw cold water on the whole thing.

“Y’know, there’s one problem with your little fantasy, here,” he said, stroking her hair gently. “It wouldn’t last.”

Leia pulled back from him, surprised. “What do you mean? We—wouldn’t last?”

Her earlier admission that yes, she truly believed she could be happy here with Han had been the closest she’d come yet to saying those three words, the ones she felt but couldn’t quite get out of her mouth. The same words that had fallen freely from his lips throughout this trip—but did they mean nothing after all?

“Sweetheart, ‘m not saying that, no. Not us. The running away thing, that’s what wouldn’t last.”

She looked at him, her eyes doubtful.

“Think about it. We’d make it maybe six weeks doing the whole running around the galaxy thing. And don’t get me wrong, it would be great. But ‘bout a minute later we’d be starting rebel cells and freeing slaves and saving pittins and whatever else needs doin’.”

Leia nodded, but didn’t say anything.

He took a deep breath, and continued. “I’ve seen a lot of bad shit, and I spent a long time pretending it wasn’t there. Had to, to get by. You have to do something about it,” he said. “You can’t help it.”

“No escape, eh?” Leia said ruefully.

Han tipped her chin up to look at him. His eyes were soft. “You give a damn, Leia. It’s just who you are. ‘S why I love you,” he said, and kissed her.

Of all the times he’d said those words on this trip, this was the time Leia would most remember, and treasure.

“And hell—you make me want to give a damn, too.”

Leia clutched him tightly. Suddenly the reality she’d been staving off for the last few hours was running back in, and she didn’t want it, she didn’t. But she knew he was right. “I still want to run away,” she admitted, holding back a sob.

His arms were warm, comforting, and his voice was soft again. “Nothing wrong with that. And y’know, just because we’re gonna go back sometime doesn’t mean we couldn’t still play hooky for a little while. Even after we get the ship fixed.”

His eyes were wet, too, but he was smiling at her in that way that made her melt. She nodded.

“And for now, we’re both right here,” he said. He put a palm gently on her cheek. “I don’t need to be the hero tonight. And neither do you.”

lizardcool17  asked:

Prompt: When you break someone's heart they turn to stone and fall apart and the only way to bring them back is to put them back together.

“What did you do?”

Michele was unable to move. Expression of sheer dismay on his face, his empty gaze was still focused on the same spot. The spot where he was just a few seconds ago. Was it a few seconds? It felt like years, even though he barely took two, three breath.

“Mickey!”

She grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

Michele finally snapped out of the trans and looked at his sister, who turned him to her.

“Look at me, Mickey, come on. Look at me,” she repeated, forcing Michele to look her in the eye. “What did you do?” she insisted on getting the answer out of him.

“I- He-“ Michele stuttered. He knew what he’d just done, but it was too painful to put into words. Too shameful to put into words.

“He told you, didn’t he?” Sara almost whispered, her purple eyes full of worries.

Michele nodded. All his words got lost in a quiet sob and he hugged Sara. This time it was not the big brother hug, it was not Mickey trying to protect her, it was not Mickey celebrating her victory or comforting her after a bad day. This time Mickey needed her close. Sara felt the tears soaking into her t-shirt on her shoulder. In fact, she’d never seen her brother cry before, not even when he was a child. He’d always been too proud to cry, always committed to his role of a big brother protecting his sister. There was no room for crying in his life, he thought. Yet, there he was.

She didn’t ask.

And Michele was glad for it. He wouldn’t be able to tell her anyways. He was too ashamed to tell her. Too scared to tell her. He’d done a lot of bad things before, but never this bad. And he never thought he would hurt his best friend. His only friend.

Emil had been with him and Sara since he could remember. They met at every single competition, they messaged each other, they called frequently, Emil even came for a visit often. Not because the Italian ice rink was way better than the one he had at home, he came to see his friends. To see Michele. God knows why he never realized that. Except for he realized that. He knew. But he couldn’t play that game with Emil, not yet…

The Crispino family was very religious. Michele had been tempted so many times to just give in to Emil’s charm, but he just couldn’t. He would anger his family. And he was sure their anger would be aimed mostly at Emil. He couldn’t let that happen, no. So he tried to cut him off a bit, just to get away from the temptation.

Emil: hey buddo! are you free next weekend?
Michele: I don’t think so…
Emil: I could come for a visit if you want!
Michele: Nah, we’re busy…
Emil: oh…
-Michele has left the conversation-

Why did he come anyway?!

Michele was kneeling down next to the pile of grayish white pieces of stone. Various shapes, various sizes, and he wondered, which ones used to be Emil’s heart.

“But… I came for you!”

“Come on, I know you’re here only for Sara…” Michele said bitterly, looking away as he couldn’t stand Emil’s desperate gaze.

“I told you already, I don’t want Sara, Sara’s my friend, she’s like my sister!”

“Then I should be like your brother,” Michele crossed his arms on his chest, still unable to look Emil in the eye.

“That’s bullsh-“ Emil had to take a deep breath to calm down. “Don’t- Just… Don’t say that. We held hands last month at the beach. We held hands! We kissed and… And you looked goddamn happy! How can you say something like that!”

But Michele would not budge. His eyebrows knitted together and he finally looked at Emil.

“Maybe it was a mis-“

“IT WAS NOT A MISTAKE!” Emil shouted. Michele’s heart sank. There was still the stubborn expression on Emil’s face, except for now tears were streaming down his cheeks. He moved forward suddenly, grabbing onto Michele’s shoulders. “I love you. I really love you Mickey, don’t tell me it was all just to play with me…” he almost whispered. It gave Michele goose bumps. He’d never seen Emil like this, so desperate, so unhappy, so… loving…

“I can’t do it, Emil. Not now. I’m sorry.”

The second he finished the sentence, Emil’s skin turned pale right in front of him. Emil’s fingers squeezed Michele’s shoulders just a little bit tighter before they shattered into pieces. Suddenly, there was an empty space right where Emil stood just a second ago.

Michele felt a hand on his shoulder. He instinctively looked up and saw Sara’s worried face.

“Have you made up your mind?” she asked quietly.

Michele reached to her hand on his shoulder and grabbed it. With a quiet nod he looked back down at the pile of dust and crushed stone.

“Then hurry up…” she whispered and leaned down to plant a kiss in her brother’s dark, soft hair. She took his hand and pressed a bottle of superglue in it. “I’ll be here if you need any help.”

tessawing  asked:

Reely random question: would you ever write Omega!Deadpool? (I’m naut requesting unless you want to write it I’m just curious) I’m reading Betta This Way rn which is why this came to mind lol. Btw I love Betta This Way it makes me happy but now I’m worried bc Harry just left a voicemail... :)

I’m not a huge fan of Omega Deadpool. The few fics I’ve clicked on sort it use his Omega biology as something ELSE that’s wrong with him? Like he can’t control it and he goes looking for the wrong Alphas to help him and it ended up being something fairly non con as well as completely unhealthy and just… everything I don’t like to read about lol.

I haven’t ever thought writing my own Omega!deadpool though, it’s an interesting idea.

Jack was having a hard time adjusting with Sam and Dean. It wasn’t necessarily their fault— he was just born three days ago after all— but Jack couldn’t look Sam in the eye. Not because of fear or anything, Dean was doing that just fine, but whenever he was near the taller man… his heart would pulse erratically.

He was confused. Did he like Sam? He had read a book about human emotions— given to him by Sam— and Jack seemed to have signs of strong affection for Sam.

He had seen the way Dean looked at women: wiggling his eyebrows and winked at them with a lovely smile. Should Jack be doing that to Sam? It felt wrong though. Dean was a flirty type of guy, and Jack was… well, Jack.

Sam came back into the motel with a burger in his hand. “Here, Jack. Time to eat.”

Wink.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, while Dean, who was behind him, shrugged. “Anyway… after you’re done eating I’m going to give you clothes so you can shower.”

Wink. Smile.

“Uhh,” Sam rubbed his nape as he struggled to continue, “Then we’re going to call it for a night.”

Wink. Smile. Wiggling eyebrows.

“What are you doing?” Sam finally asked.

Jack blinked, trying to wonder if Sam was joking. “I’m doing what Dean does when he looks at the ladies.”

Dean looked offended and said, “I don’t do that!”

“You do,” Jack informed. “A lot.”

Sam shooed Dean. “And, why are you doing that to me?”

“Because I seem to be in love with you. My heart keeps making odd sensations whenever I’m near you.”

While Sam stood there speechless, Dean burst into laughter and patted his back. “Dude, good luck dealing with this.” He left to the bathroom, leaving both boys alone.

“I think this is a misunderstanding, Jack. Love is a powerful emotion. What you’re feeling is gratitude because we’re taking care of you,” Sam stated.

Jack paused. “So… is kissing you also gratitude?”

Dean’s laughter could be heard echoing through the room, almost like he was eavesdropping. And he was.

“Knock it off, Dean!” Sam shouted, pissed off.

“Can I do it? Kiss you, I mean.”

“No!” Sam exclaimed.

“How about Dean?” Jared asked.

“Hell no!” Dean bellowed from the bathroom. “Leave me out of this.”

“Good,” Jack said, smiling, “I don’t want to kiss Dean. I want to kiss you, Sam.”

Sam couldn’t help but blush, while he didn’t feel anything for Jack, he was flattered that someone wanted to kiss him instead of Dean for once.

Throw Me to the Wolves

read it on AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/12258063

by skoosiepants

summary

He feels the physical embodiment of devastated, his already too strung-out mind struggling to wall up all the hurt, the rejection—he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks down at the shredded skin on his arms, at the sluggish way they’re weakly healing.

There is nothing, nothing he wants more than to have Derek sweep in and make everything all better. He should have known, though, that something like that would never happen to him.

OR -

Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.

Fictober Day 19--Nature

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Donald Duck had always had a temper.  It was one of his core personality traits; part of his nature.  Grandma Duck had always said that he’d hatched “red-faced and spitting fire,” and though Donald couldn’t be sure how much of that was literal and how much was metaphor, his most vivid memories from when he was a duckling fit that description almost exactly.  He remembered getting angry over a lot of things–being hungry, being tired, needing a diaper change, not being understood (which, unfortunately for him, was very often the case–thankfully, Della was usually there to interpret), not getting his way, people looking at him funny–come to think about it, Donald spent more of his childhood angry than not.

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tbl 5.04

  • no no no
  • oh I already hate this blacklister
  • heyyy Red has a house
  • sort of
  • the bathrobe 🌝
  • oh so he still gets up at night to eat ice-cream
  • I think these guys are just (extremely unlucky) robbers?
  • or not?
  • oh, same
  • it would’ve been cool if she recognized him tho
  • though tbh he looks way hotter in person
  • hmm mailman is definitely getting abducted
  • seeee
  • uh Tom 😒
  • please tell me Red is really picking up someone’s labradoodle
  • ask him when this happened Liz
  • or don’t, your loss
  • Pete is shady af but honestly I think he’s already dead
  • oh of course you won’t see him again Liz, he’s dead
  • because of Tom

anonymous asked:

Same Adam anon, it was Adam btw! I actually saw this before even really reading it if that makes sense, so I haven't really gotten too far into any super serious inspired scenes, but it'll be on my mind now I guess! My friend is actually going to visit him in a week or so, so I might just mention it to him, if he's up for it? I can't make too many promises seeing as how it's like a secondhand thing, I have never really even spoken to him and honestly he's too attractive for me to turn into goo.

Yeah I can’t even look directly at incredibly attractive people. It’s a problem. At HVFF I’m like “Hello, ceiling above Stephen Amell’s head. You’re lovely.” Adam seems surprisingly approachable though. I don’t know, just judging by his Instagram he seems like a relateably goofy dork…. in the best way. I might roll my eyes at him sometimes but it’s always with a smile.

So… I dunno how far into the stories you are yet, but Will’s great love in his life is Amelia (who I use model Kathleen Sorbara for; who also owns that vintage shop). I definitely splice together pictures of them in my head and I’m totally not expecting to ever get a real one but man… that would… lol… it’d be my computer wallpaper forever. Regardless, just the IDEA that it’s POSSIBLE is kinda amazingly cool so thank you for that!!!!

Cc: @dust2dust34

anonymous asked:

whats so great about lotor?

i can’t tell if this ask is genuine or passive-aggressive but either way you gave me an opportunity to yell about lotor so here i go

  • analytical, cunning and manipulative
  • reads people like books and has his way with words
  • adjusts his behaviour, body language and even choice of words depending on who he’s talking to like bitch i do that too
  • aj locascio’s voice
    • no seriously. his v o i c e
  • made his Big Entrance in a gladiator arena in front of thousands of galra and just waited for the right moment to make his Dramatic Reveal why is he so extra
    • gained the empire’s faith in one (1) carefully planned-out speech even though his ideals are vastly different from zarkon’s
  • charismatic and charming
  • fangs
  • acknowledges his enemy’s strengths just as much as their weaknesses. he doesn’t look down on people unless they’ve given him a valid reason to do so
  • knows how to exploit his opponent’s weak points but also how to use their strengths to his advantage
    • throk’s fiery spirit led to lotor provoking him so he couldn’t focus
    • keith’s determination to track lotor quickly turned into lotor playing the paladins against themselves
  • actually explains his plans and intentions in detail when questioned by his subordinates
  • does the dirty work himself instead of having others do it for him
  • UNLESS said others are his enemies
    • “we’ll just wait right here until team voltron get their asses back and THEN snatch the comet ore right from under their rusty robot nose. genius”
  • lectures throk in the middle of battling him and gives him genuine advice like i bet he does this with every opponent
    • “your technique is flawless”
    • “you should probably work on your personality tho”
    • “wait a sec i gotta - no, you’re doing it wrong let me show you -”
  • let’s not forget
    • “well played, paladin”
  • he’s cute as shit
  • the “let’s invite our guest aboard” facial expression
  • claws!!!!!!
  • Oh No I’m Handcuffed Better BREAK MY BONES
  • ripped a dude’s arm off in order to be able to dramatically throw it at haggar’s feet 
  • season 3 episode 6 “Tailing a Comet” 22:45
  • Daddy Issues™ 
  • Mommy Issues™ 
  • i s s u e s ™ 
  • is pretty self-analytical and doesn’t overestimate himself, he’s aware of his own limits and knows when he’s lost a fight
    • fuck you dad i’m gonna fly into the fucking SUN that’ll show you
  • saved keith’s ass
    • seriously i owe him for that one
  • [busts in 5 minutes early without starbucks] “yeah so paladins listen the Fuck up i know the entire universe wants me dead right now and we’ve had our differences in the past but - no LISTEN -”
  • he’s literally the meme of the grinning cat that’s being pointed knives at by 47 people
  • he looked so tired and sad after escaping his ex-team it broke my fucking heart man
  • prince lotor was neglected by his parents, exiled, betrayed by the only people he genuinely cared for and now it’s literally him against the universe
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favourite rory & logan moments: 22/?

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You were in love. Unbreakable. A force to be reckoned with.

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!


“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.

*

Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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Yoongi as your boyfriend would include...

Originally posted by yoongles

  • THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO bE NIcE
  • Okays now lets begin
  • I feel like Yoongi wouldn’t date someone unless he knew a little about them
  • So you two would start of as friends (even if he liked you when he first met you, he just wouldn’t be comfortable starting a relationship with someone he didn’t know)
  • Anywayyy, both of you would be friends for awhile just so he could make sure what he felt for you was real
  • And when he knew it was the real deal there was no holding this boy back
  • He wouldn’t waste any time telling you he loved you
  • It would most likely be in the middle of the night when he confessed
  • He would ring the doorbell of your apartment (ignoring the string of curse words that followed and the large bang that he could only assume was you falling out of your bed)
  • You would open the door with messy hair and lopsided bunny pajamas but he wouldn’t care
  • Yoongi would kiss you right then and there, not giving a damn that you just rolled out of bed
  • He’d smile into the kiss once he felt you reciporcate
  • He would pull back and stare in your sleepy eyes, watching in amusement as you tried to form words
  • But then he’d just go, “Shh, I need to go back to sleep” before brushing past you into yOUR APARTMENT leaving you dazed and confused to question yourself what the fuck just happened
  • You’d just leave him be though, it wasn’t worth getting you eyes scratched out for waking him up
  • Over the next few weeks everyone would be kind of confused
  • They couldn’t figure out whether you and Yoongi were actually dating or just friends
  • However, one fatal night in Yoongi’s studio in the middle of making out Taehyung would burst in
  • Before running back out in the hallway screaming “oh my gOD THEY ARE DATING! FINALLY!”
  • You would giggle slightly which was then cut off by Yoongi sticking his tongue in your mouth again (rude boi)
  • There was no filter in your relationship btw
  • Yoongi would kiss you everywhere and anywhere he wanted
  • He’d also grab your ass a lot
  • So yeah he’s a big fan of PDA despite him not seeming like it
  • He just loves showing you off
  • He’d secretly dedicate lyrics to you during concerts, winking and pointing to where you sat, letting everyone know that you were his and he was yours
  • Yoongi would also be really possessive and jealous, but not to the point where it became overbearing
  • It’s just little looks and glares he’d send to the person who dared flirting with you
  • This also caused the boys to start flirting with you just to annoy Yoongi
  • You two were deemed the ‘grandma and grandpa of bangtan’ and believe me you both lived up to that title
  • You two spent most of your dates in the dorm and complained about anything and everything
  • There was also hardly a time when the both of you weren’t asleep together (not like that…)
  • Taehyung and Jungkook would constantly record the both of you for future blackmail
  • But even those two couldn’t deny that you both didn’t look adorable
  • You were the only one that could actually get Yoongi to relax
  • When the boys got worried that Yoongi was overworking himself they called you over, already knowing he wouldn’t listen to them
  • But once you arrived you’d pull him over to the studio couch, ignoring his whines, and he’d instantly fall asleep in your arms
  • Whenever he was on tour he’d ditch recording sessions and dance practices despite your protests just so he could skype you
  • Most of the time it’d be really sweet as you both exchanged “I love you’s”
  • But other times it’d become quite naughty if you know what I mean ;));)
  • He’d also send you encouraging texts throughout the day to help you get through work/school
  • You two would rarely fight
  • But when you did it was B R U T E L
  • You and Yoongi are both hardheaded and stubborn so it was hard to agree on some things
  • Your fights would include screaming matches and bringing up pointless things from the past that added fuel to the fire
  • The aftermath of the fight was the worst part
  • Yourself and Yoongi had a hard time apologizing so you two would ignore each other for a few days
  • However, after thinking about it for a long time one of you would apologize
  • And the other would immediately forgive them because you both missed each other so much
  • Yoongi would also be a big cuddlier in private
  • He loved having you in his arms on his days off, cherishing the way your body seemed to fit so perfectly with his
  • Overall you and Yoongi had the cutest relationship that most were jealous of
  • He wouldn’t know what he would do without you

Originally posted by kinkyoongi93

  • Now lets get to the sexy stuff ;)
  • Yoongi wouldn’t go easy on you when you got down and dirty
  • Don’t get me wrong, there were times when you had soft sensual love making
  • But most of the time he would be very rough
  • Slight kitten kink (okay huge kitten kink)
  • He’d love having you on top, not because he couldn’t be bothered doing anything but because he wanted to admire your fucked out state while riding him
  • Yoongi would love pulling your hair
  • He’d probably do it while he was kissing down your neck to expose more of it or when he was taking you from behind, then he’d bunch it into a makeshift ponytail
  • He’s pretty experimental in bed but he would make sure he remained dominant
  • Even when you were on top he’d hold your hips and guide you onto his dick
  • Most of the time you’d come out with multiple bruises on your hips due to his roughness
  • This boy would absolutely L O V E marking you as his
  • It was unlikely for you to have no love bits after sex
  • He’d leave them all over your neck, collarbones, chest and thighs making it impossible for you to cover them
  • As I said before he’s a jealous lover, so every time someone as much looked at you he’d make sure you remembered who you belonged to that night
  • He’s also the daddy type (he prefers kitten and princess though)
  • Yoongi would make you strip for him and would buy you the most expensive lingerie only for it to be ripped off your body later
  • Obviously he’s big on eating you out
  • But again he loved having you on top
  • You weren’t sure about it at first but once Yoongi grabbed you by your thighs and ordered you to sit on his face you’d practically melt
  • He would eat you out as a form of roleplay, it was his favorite thing to do before you two actually got started
  • He loved the way you pulled at his dark locks while looking into his intense eyes, as his tongue teased your clit
  • Hanbane is also a big post-sex cuddlier
  • He wanted to relax after intimate moments with you, so having your nude body pressed against his was like a dream
  • In conclusion you and Yoongi were practically the cutest couple (and the hottest of course ;))

Anyway I hope you guys liked this. I’m thinking about making this a mini series for each member just like my fake texts. Let me know what you guys thought! (。♥‿♥。)

Taehyung

godd BBC Merlin is so gay that Merlin and Arthur are willing to sacrifice themselves to save the other by episode 4.

Like in episode 1 they ‘hated’ each other (but like Arthur couldn’t stop staring at Merlin when he saved his life ;) )

In episode 2 Arthur decided to trust Merlin’s word. And when Merlin said he’s just a servant so his word doesn’t count, Arthur gives him this look that just screams that he thinks the opposite.

In episode 3 Arthur defends Merlin, saying there’s no way Merlin could be a sorcerer even though he admits to it. He even says Merlin is a wonder while staring down like… that’s so gay

Then in episode 4 Merlin drinks from a poisoned cup, one he knows is poisoned just to save Arthur and then Arthur goes and risks his own life to get that damn rare plant and almost dies in the process and when Uther crushes the flower Arthur reaches for it through the bars because he’s so desperate and like DID ANYONE INFORM THEM THAT IT’S JUST EPISODE 4 OH MY GOD

like they were so attached to each other by that point that losing one another was unthinkable like… whatttt??? XD

I mean, they’re canon soulmates but like come onnn, let me live.