Aspyn: “Oh…yes. Of course. Well, I have more important things to do with my day anyway. Good bye, Darin. Until next time.”
They climb out of the hot tub together and she waves goodbye to him with a bitter smile on her face. Darin looks back over his shoulder at her briefly, rolling his eyes before disappearing into the apartment in search of his clothes.
Oh Sim Gods, why does Darin’s wife make Aspyn feel so jealous? She knows that she has a lot to do before she can work on making Darin her own partner, and he cannot see that she is being possessive of him so quickly.
She locates her own phone and sends a text message to a contact that she has been working on for the past couple of weeks. She thinks enough time has passed so that she can start manipulating her for her own devices!
I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
(or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.
And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”
Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.
holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now
rated m for dirty talk, creampie kink, idk i just wanted to write a jimin soulmate au but whoops my finger slipped?? :/
recommended music: where the lines overlap by paramore! it’s my favourite paramore song EVER :)
Summary: there’s an ancient Chinese folklore of the
red strings of fate that connect one person to another. These two people
connected by the red thread are destined lovers, and the magical, invisible
thread may tangle or stretch, but it will never sever. You’ve never believed in
these mystical threads of fate like everyone else, but one day you suddenly
gain the ability to see the threads connecting the people around you.
The door slams shut, jolting you out of your peaceful
reverie. If it had been anyone else, you’d be beyond annoyed to be interrupted
while doing your weekly readings, but not when it’s him. The person in question
knocks gently on your door before peeking his head in, strands of his bleached
dove gray hair spilling over into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the
sight of him.
“Hey, I got dinner on the way back,” Jimin’s cheeks
round out into a smile that reaches all the way to the crinkles at the corners
of his eyes. Every time he comes home he’s constantly sweaty and worn out, but
it’s part and parcel of the life he chose as a dance major.
Tossing aside your notes, you follow him out into the
small dining area of your shared apartment, still in your sweats. When he makes
a move to sit at the table, you give him a playful swat on his chest.
“Shouldn’t you wash up first? If I’d known you were
this gross, I wouldn’t have agreed to room with you two years ago,” you pretend
to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty form, all while ignoring the way his shirt
is moulded to his chest.
“Says the one still in her sweatpants. Looks like
someone isn’t that hungry tonight,” Jimin smirks back, reaching across the
table to grab the box of takeout that you were in the midst of opening. “I
could totally do with those extra calories after Hoseok hyung cracked down on
“I’m just kidding Chim,” you hastily snatch back the
takeout box just as he opens the lid of it, the delicious smell of hot noodles
and fried pork slices wafting into the air. “Oh my god this smells so good,
I’ve been starving all day!”
“Wait, Jinwoo didn’t come by? It’s your free day
right? I thought he usually comes by to hang out in the afternoons,” Jimin
pauses in his chewing to study your expression carefully, but you’re too busy
inhaling mouthfuls of stir fried noodles.
“Jinwoo oppa said he was busy today,” you say around
a mouthful of vegetables and noodles. “He has that huge midterm coming up next
week, so I told him he should stay home and study.”
Jimin looks like he’s about to say something snide
about your boyfriend of nearly 6 months, so you stuff a large piece of meat
into his mouth instead.
“Yes I know, he was busy last week and the week
before that too, but we’ve been dating for a while so we don’t need to see each
other so often. We’re over that honeymoon stage already.” You say in a
dismissive tone, focusing on chasing the remaining few strands of noodles
around with your chopsticks and avoiding his gaze.
“He’s delicate! He won’t survive in there!” “He’s not delicate, his biceps are bigger than your goddamn thigh.” “HE DRINKS BEER WITH HIS PINKIES OUT, HE’S DELICATE.”
Yeah, that’s right, we’re not even dating and I still paid, whuddup. Gentleman level wildebeest right here.
and for christ’s sake Yoongi touch his ass at least once you vanilla piece of shit. remember the you-know-whats are in those kitty socks i keep in the back of our closet❤ have fun being a Gaylord no matter what jesus loves you!!1!1!
“12/10 would quantum smash into the fourth dimension,”
“you know what i think? you should date someone that ruins your underwear and not your makeup”
“I don’t believe in vanilla cheesecake unseasoned hardboiled eggs shit if it’s just a quick fuck,”
“Just you wait Min Yoongi. You will rue the day you insulted my weenis.”
“Don’t you dare put your meat juice in my cereal,”
“He looks like he belongs in heaven, right next to the giant bowls of lollipops and the Cat Fancy magazines.”
i’ll send u my address in like 2 sec i have to go look @ the mailbox bc i forgot it
Jeongguk hiccups out a sob. “Oh my God,” he sniffles, letting the tears run down his face in hot, wet streams. “Your dick is so cute.”
[MIN.Y has removed KIM.N from the group] KIM.S: Yoongi-yah I’ve told you so many times you can’t just remove people like that it’s rude! [MIN.Y has removed KIM.S from the group]
“I would sell you to satan for one cornchip,”
“YOU ARE AN IMPURE CHILD, REPENT AND PUT YOUR TONGUE BACK IN YOUR MOUTH,”
“I am going to get out of this chair specifically to kill you, you little shit,”
“I’ve been in a relationship with my hand for the past 23 years,”
“God, look at you,” Tom whispered, his voice rough as his lips played connect the dots with the small freckles and moles scattered across your chest. “You look so good right here,” his lips met your jaw, sucking harshly when you tugged his hair, “you look so good under me.” You went to say something but his cold hands slipping into your sweatpants and touching your hot skin made you gasp, urging Tom on more.
“Tom,” you whispered, silently begging him to do something but not being able to form an actual sentence.
“Darling, patience is a virtue.” You rolled your eyes, your comeback stuck in your throat when his hands fingers danced over your clothed heat. “Did you have something you want to say, my love?” His voice changed from a delicate whisper to a deeper, rougher tone. “Nothing?” You managed to shake your head, feeling his cold fingers dip into your underwear, a prominent smirk on his face. “Hm, I didn’t think so.”
You restrained another eyeroll, your legs trying to close around his hand to encourage him. You whined when his free hand came to separate them, hearing him softly ‘tsk’ you. “Tom, you’re such a tease.” You huffed, reaching your hands out to grab his cheeks and pulling him up to kiss you. Your hands slipped from from behind his neck to the top of his boxers. Before your hands could dip any further, his hand came down to grasp your wrist, causing you to groan in annoyance.
“Baby, be good,” he pulled away from you and lowered himself. You almost let out another pathetic attempt to beg him to get him to speed up his teasing when you felt his cold fingers slip into your underwear. “Fuck, honey,” he whined, letting his fingers slip into you slightly, feeling your anticipation. “You are being good, aren’t you, pretty girl?” You nodded vigorously, bucking your hips to force his fingers to perform a different motion, which he happily obliged.
“God, Tom,” you whispered, one hand reaching down to grip his wrist while the other carded freely through his newly cut hair. It wasn’t styled, resulting in it being messily scattered around his head, slight waves forming on top of his head. “You’re so fucking good at this,” a light gasp leaving your lips mid-sentence as his fingers circled roughly against you.
“Tell me, baby,” his rigid voice called out from beneath your waist, “tell me how good it is.” You whined, pulling his hair again. He pulled his mouth away from you slightly causing you to complain. He licked his lips, rising to your ear, his fingers still toying with you. “Darling, tell me,” he placed a kiss to the shell of your ear, “I need you to tell me how good it feels, baby. Or else – I can’t continue.”
“No! I – fuck, Tom.” You felt him smirk against your cheek, his head slowly kissing his way back to where he previously was. “Baby, don’t stop I – oh, god,” your eyes squeezed shut when his hot breath hit you, “I need this – you – I need you. And, god, fuck me you’re so good – so, so good.” His fingers quickened their pace, moaning into you softly, driving you over the edge. “Tom, oh my, god.” You almost came undone – and then you felt an absence. “Tom, what the fuck!”
You looked toward him, seeing him lick his lips and wipe his chin. He walked toward the bedside table and picked up his ringing phone. “Hello? Oh, shit. Yeah, give me a second.” You looked at him confusingly, rubbing your thighs together in frustration.
“Are you done?” You asked, seeing him hang up the phone. He slid on his jeans and grabbed a flannel, lazily buttoning it up. “Where are you going?” He frowned at you, leaning over you on the bed to kiss you.
“I gotta go back to set – they need me for a reshoot.”
“Please tell me you’re joking,” you groaned, ceasing your thighs as you flipped onto your stomach and shoved your head into a pillow. Tom chuckled softly, rubbing your back.
“I’m sorry, darling, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“You’re such a fucking tease.” You whined, flipping onto your back again to face him. You brought your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him into you to kiss him again. Your teeth immediately nipped at his bottom lip, causing him to smile. You pushed him away from you slightly. “When you get back,” you whispered, “you better fucking wreck me.” Tom laughed loudly, dropping his head to your neck.
“You don’t know what you’ve just gotten yourself into, love.”
Hey, hey! Shy anon here. Would you like to share your Klance headcanons, please?
heuheuhehuehueheu don’t mind if i do
Lance loves Keith’s hair
listen. you do not constantly comment on the feature of someone else unless you are coveting it or jealous of it or love it in some way
lance: god your hair is stupid keith: then why are you running your hands through it right now
in all honesty, Lance loves to play w Keith’s hair???? he will braid it then run his fingers through it til it untangles then braid it again or just play with it and Keith will doze off with his head in Lance’s lap
they get in fights
and it’s normal and it’s okay because, in every way, opposites attract, and Lance is scared of Keith’s impulsiveness and is worried it’s gonna get Keith hurt, and Keith doesn’t understand why Lance keeps putting himself down every time someone tries to compliment him and it’s this cycle where they both eventually start to realize that maybe they have to concede their stubbornness and listen to make this work
usually it ends with one of them kissing the other quiet mid-fight and gripping their cheeks and whispering “I love you, you know that?”
Lance sings them to sleep when they spend the night together in one of their rooms
it starts off as playful, joking, annoy-the-shit-outta-Keith sing-song, until Lance starts to sing one of his favorite songs from back home and he finds he can’t make it a joke anymore because there’s this hole in his heart and it hurts so much that he has to stop because he can’t breathe anymore
Keith just rests his hand over Lance’s heart and whispers soft reassurances until he calms down again
and a little later, when Keith asks Lance to sing again for him, Lance can do it without crying this time, and it becomes their nighttime ritual, Lance humming and singing soft lyrics as they stare up at the dark ceiling that they both know will never feel like home
Keith likes making out
to the point where their lips are numb and they can’t feel their jaws and both of them are panting and kind of pawing at each other’s faces and pushing into one another but they’re really having trouble breathing now, but they still can’t stop
sometimes the two of them will just go hang out inside of Blue because Lance loves his girl and Keith loves watching Lance talk to her and get excited when buttons light up after Lance asks a question, because the way the two of them interact is so sweet, bordering on endearing, and what makes Lance happy makes Keith happy too
whenever Keith and Lance are stargazing out of one of the many floor-to-ceiling windows throughout the castle, Keith will always point out a blue star and say “Look. Just like your eyes.”
those bone-shaking, armor-clacking, rib-crushing hugs after near death battles? yeah. lots of those.
spooning that turns into annoyed kicks because Keith hates getting too hot and “fuck off, Lance, you’re sweaty” and “c’mooooon, you love it” and “oh my god, I will put you on the floor”
Keith is a cat person so when they go to a planet and the aliens who needed help are literal cat-people with toe beans and floofy ears, he’s in near tears the entire time and he’s like “hi sorry, I just-sorry, can I-sorry-can I touch ur toe beans” and the cat-person is like “whom” and Keith is like “PLZ CAN I HOLD UR HAND” and the cat-person is shook bc a Paladin of Voltron wants to Hold Their Hand so of course they say yes and Keith nearly passes out bc he is touchin the toe beans
also, turns out that as much as Keith loves cats, he’s fuckin allergic to them (and he already knew this so rly he’s just a masochist) and starts uncontrollably sneezing for the entirety of the mission, but despite it all, he is still smiling and sniffling and just so Happy that he met real live cat people who let him touch the toe beans
sometimes when Keith gets really upset over something that’s happened or a battle that almost went horribly wrong, Lance will just hook his pinky finger around Keith’s and it’s like this thing that grounds Keith and helps him focus and close his eyes and breathe, because he knows Lance is there and that they’re gonna be okay
Keith never really knows how to vocalize his thanks to Lance for these moments, so he just lets it speak through his actions, like when they’re all heading to bed for the night and Keith stops Lance just to press their foreheads together for a moment before kissing Lance gently on the lips
• Lots of basketball games, where’d you’d be on the side lines holding up a cheesy sign saying “# 7 on the field # 1 in my heart.”
• Him looking and winking just as he is about to make the game winning point!
• He’d run to you after a game through the crowd, just to get his winning kiss.
“Oh no Zach! Get your sweaty self away from me.” You said running through the stands. But he catches you in less than a minute and envelopes you in his arm.
“Caught you.” He whispers
“You’re an idiot.” You say with a smile
“Yes, but I’m your idiot, so it’s okay.” He says right before he kisses you.
• Ice cream dates, he’d smile and watch you as you ate your ice cream.
“What’re you doing?” You said with a giggle, “You’re so weird.”
He rolled his eyes, “is it bad that I love my girlfriend so much I can’t help but stare at her beauty?”
You held out your spoon. “Oh shush and let me eat my ice cream in peace.” He leaned over and ate it as you gasped! “Zachary! How dare you?!”
He chucked and winked. “Maybe next time you’ll take my compliment, so I don’t have to take you ice cream.”
•Movies at the Crestmont, where you two would sit in the back and cuddle into him.
•cuddling non stop.
•lots and lots of kisses, on your forehead, nose, lips
• You always wear his letterman jacket and it’s huge on you because your boy is a giant.
“You’re tiny.” “I AM NOT.” “Y/n you are so small.” “I am average height, you fricking giant.” “Gosh you’re feisty, and you look so cute in that.” “Can I keep it.?” “No.” “But Zach…”
•he’d surprise you from behind and always make an effort to walk you to your classes.
“Zach you’re gonna be late for your class.”
“But I have to walk with you to class..”
“I’m a big girl I can walk by myself.”
“Yes, I’d rather spend time with my girl, than be in class, unless that class is Bio.”
•you and his sister are best friends, and you guys are always whispering. And he loves how good you are with her.
•his mom loving you because unlike the rest of his friends, you’re such a good influence on him. She sees the way you two love each other and can’t wait to call you her daughter-in-law
•Zach gets jealous easily, especially when you laugh at Jeff’s jokes and hang out with him. He will give you the silent treatment until you make him realize he’s the only boy for you.
“Zach, I love you. No one else”
“He’s a friend, one of my very good friends and you need to stop being jealous about small things. You know i’d never leave you.”
You kissed his forehead. “I love you okay? Don’t forget that.”
•you play video games with him, and sometimes he lets you win, just to see you smile and jump around.
“OH MY GOD. I BEAT YOU.”
Zach chuckled, “yes you did.”
“I BEAT ZACH DEMPSEY AT COD.. HOW IN THE WORLD.”
He scoops you up in his arms, “yes you did y/n, and I’ve got a prize for you.” He says as he kisses you!
•he’s super protective, especially after hearing Bryce’s tapes, and makes sure you’re never alone with him.
•He comes to you whenever he is sad, or upset about life. And the two of you cuddle and eat lots and lots of ice cream.
•You always make fun of how he’s allergic to strawberries.
“It’s kinda sad, you know? You’ll never be able to bite into a juicy strawberry.”
He rolled his eyes “yes y/n I’m so sorry that the small little fruit could possibly cause me to die.”
“I’m just saying it’s a shame, they’re so good.”
“God, you’re so mean.”
•He loves PDA when he’s drunk, but when he’s sober, he’d rather it be more personal, just between the two of you.
•He’s never fails to make you laugh, and cracks jokes just to see your eyes light up and to see your smile grow.
•When he gets drunk, all he’s does is think about you and tell you how much he loves you, and will not stop kissing you.
“My girlfriend y/n, she’s such a babe. Like damn she’s the hottest girl in the school and she’s all mine. And have I told you I love her so much.”
“Zach I’m right here.”
“You’re really pretty you know that.”
“Oh dear Zach, how much did you drink.”
• He’s always super embarrassed after hearing what he did while drunk, and you think he’s the absolute cutest.
• Zach is so fit, and loves the gym, and half the time you joke you’re dating him just for his abs.
“God you’re hot.”
He looked up at you. “Well that was random.”
“Like I’m definitely dating you for your abs.”
“Wow y/n so superficial”
“Kidding I love every little thing about you.”
“Oh sweet little y/n, nothing about me is little.”
•Zach leaves the weirdest compliments in your compliment bag, and you keep them all to look at whenever you need to smile.
•Justin being like another brother to you and always jokes about how you have Zach wrapped around your finger.
•Justin and Zach are so close you always joke that he’s Zach’s boyfriend.
“Hi I’m y/n and this is my boyfriend Zach and his boyfriend Justin.”
• He always tells you the cheesiest science jokes, because he’s a bio nerd.
“Hey y/n, are you DNA helicase cause I’d like to unzip your genes.”
“You’re an idiot”
•Zach dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you and growing old, because you’re everything and more he’d ever imagine in a girl.
“Hey Derek, can you get the IT intern in here? Printer
connection’s fucked up again.”
Derek practically dives across his desk to grab the phone
when his boss closes his office door.
Will answers with his typical, monotoned, “IT, this is Will.”
“Hey, Will! So, here’s the thing,” he starts, but Will cuts
him off right away.
“Oh my god, Derek, don’t touch anything, I’m on my way.”
Will hangs up on him immediately after that, which Derek
finds equal parts amusing and offensive. He tried to fix the computer one time at the beginning of the summer,
and now Will refuses to even try to talk Derek through fixing anything. Every
call from Derek requires Will to come into the office and fix it himself, which
Derek is definitely not complaining about.
Will walks into the office and Derek tries not to swoon. It’s
only 11:00, but it must’ve been a long day already, because Will’s already
ditched his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up. Derek has
to restrain himself from groaning when he sees that Will’s got on his slate
grey pants, the ones that are just a little bit tight, stretching over his
thick thighs and ass. He’s got on his typical, frustrated look and Derek kind
of hates himself for finding it hot.
“Willy P!” Derek yells across the room.
“Oh my god, Derek,” Will groans. “We are in an office.”
“We’re in an office and we’re interns, Willy boy. No one cares what we do. We are invisible until
we are needed.”
“Well, apparently right now I’m needed,” Will huffs. “So show
me what you screwed up.”
“I didn’t screw it up! The printer connection’s fucked
“Thank god, that’s actually an easy fix,” Will sighs. Derek
tries not to pout too obviously. An easy fix means Will won’t be here very
By now, two months into the summer, Derek knows that Will
knows where the printer is, but he leads him back there anyway. He leans back
on the counter as Will gets to work, watching over the rim of his coffee mug.
“Don’t you ever work?” Will asks, not looking away from the
“Eh,” Derek shrugs, “I guess it’s a slow day.”
“Seems like it’s always a slow day for you,” Will says.
“Only when you’re around, Willy P,” Derek grins. He sees the
way Will’s cheeks get pink even as he shakes his head.
It doesn’t take long before Will finishes, and Derek waits
as he tests it out.
“Alright, let your boss know you’re good to go,” he says. “I’ll
see you tomorrow when you forget how to connect your keyboard to your computer
“Or,” Derek starts, pausing to gather his courage, “We could
go get lunch. IT interns get lunch, right?”
“We do get lunch,” Will nods. “We might not get a four-hour
long lunch like you publishing interns,
“Let’s start with half an hour for lunch, then, and you can
make up the three and a half more hours at dinner,” Derek tries.
Will goes pink in the cheeks again, and Derek is fully
prepared to play it off as a joke until Will says, “Lunch sounds good.”
“And dinner?” Derek asks. He knows he’s pushing his luck,
but he can’t help it.
“Dinner sounds good, too,” Will grins.
Derek isn’t even a little bit embarrassed about the way he blatantly fist-pumps in front of Will and the rest of the office.