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Gency. Sentai!Genji. AU. Fluff. 

Every morning when she departs from her love, he always tells her, “Be careful, angel wings.”

She shakes her head, but kisses Genji before heading to the hospital for her shift. So clever with his words, he hooked her heart before she even knew it. Loving and dear, she could never want anyone else.

Her mind skips over his simple words while the bank is getting robbed. Men in black masks screaming for cash. Running to cash a check right before it closes is a mistake, and now she’s paying for it.

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When We Collide (Part 17)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“Are you gonna eat that?”

“No, actually garlic has made me kind of nausea lately-,” Your eyes widened in surprise when the bread on your plate was gone like a light, you didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence. 

“So you can just have it…” You nodded your head in confirm and leaned back on your chair wishing that this ‘blind date’ could be finished as soon as possible. 

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anonymous asked:

Dude my life has devolved into just Stress TM. You could write the silliest shit and I'd be about that as long as it was cute and distracting.

How about 22 Jump Street Scene 1 and 2:

“Well, not same case because,” Geno grins, then continues, “I’m get laid last night.”

Dayum,” Flower whisper-hollers.

“He’s smart, he’s funny, loves hockey, he’s major in history,” Geno says, then leers. “Great mouth. The best ass. Ride me three times. Was good.”

Mario rolls his eyes, but he acquiesces and extends a hand for a high-five, which Geno gleefully takes.


“Hi!” Sidney says, running to Geno’s side from the event hall porch and greeting him with a kiss. “You made it! Come meet my dad!”

Geno smile melts off his face as he looks up at Mario Lemieux’s confused, then enraged expression.


“So, um,” Mrs. Lemieux starts, “how did you two meet?”

“Oh,” Sidney says, clasping Geno’s hand, while Geno turns paler. “We met after the hockey game. And then he, um, stalked me back to my room.”

Stalked?” Mario echoes, not taking his gaze off Geno. “And then what happened?”

“And then we–we hung out and watched a movie,” Sidney says, looking taken aback. “We watched it, um, a couple times? G?”

“Hm? Yeah. Yeah, movie. Watch a lot.”

“I–fuck.” Mario throws his napkin on the table pushes his chair back with a squeak, stalking off to the restroom. “Excuse me.” 


“Captain, we have something very important to tell you,” Flower begins, then pauses as Geno fidgets nervously with his velcro. “Dude, you wearing Kevlar?”

Geno doesn’t respond, and he does not make eye-contact with either Mario or Flower. 

“Gentlemen, we’re not going to ignore the problem here,” Mario says, crossing his arms. He looks like he wants to rip Geno’s skin from his face. 

“What’s the problem?” Flower asks. “What’s going on?” 

This is what’s going on,” Mario seethes, as he turns a frame on his desk to reveal a smiling photo of…Sidney Crosby.

Geno very pointedly looks into his lap and stays silent. Flower squints, looking closer, then it’s as if a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Oh, shit,” Flower crows, laughing raucously as he descends into French. “Oh, shit. Shit. G fucked the Captain’s son! This is the best thing ever, G fucked the Captain’s son!”  

Flower runs outside, singsonging to the crowd below, “Geno fucked the Captain’s son! Sidney Crosby! Geno fucked him and then bragged about it to Lemieux’s face. Fuck!” He returns to his seat, patting Geno, who looks like he wants to be sick. “You understand this? You told him, to his face, that Sidney Crosby blew you and then fucked you. Three times–”

Mario slams a hand on his gun, resting on the desk, and Flower quickly sobers. “–I mean this is really serious. This isn’t that funny. I’m disappointed in you, Geno.”  

hey ya’ll!!  if any of you requested to be tagged and i’ve missed you, it’s because i’m a dodo and i’m not good of keeping track of things, so just holla at me again and i’ll make sure i tag you!  i appreciate your guys’s comments/reblogs/messages soooo much.  i wish i could put into words the joy it brings me when i see you guys enjoy my writing.  :)

also i said this was gonna come out later this weekend/early next week, but i had the whole day off yesterday and was inspired by the 5 chick flics i watched.

title: homecoming, pt. 5 (or, battle of st. elizabeth)
     ( part one, part two, part three, part four )
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 4267
tagged: @notalwaysfair @hamiltrash-life @aeichajoanes @polymath-pain-in-the-ass @blueco16 @yehummno @ask-aph-belarusian-figure-skater @robotic-space @iconic-sentiments @nadialinett14 @maybeterrance @noluckmonday @theresnofandomforthis @inimitabledaveed

You have a high school reunion that you can’t miss, and you’re in need of a boyfriend to keep both your parents and your classmates off your back.  You don’t have a boyfriend — but you do have one very irritating, accommodating coworker.

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Happy Birthday Tony

Tonys birthday was never anything special. He was pretty sure that he had a few good ones when he was a kid. But he remembers not getting any presents, because he already had everything. Or so his father always told him when he asked for a present, once.

But he had Jarvis and sometimes even Peggy there. So that was good.

After his parents died, Tony didn’t want to celebrate his birthday anyway. So he wasn’t mad when Rhodey didn’t plan a party for him. It was enough for him to cuddle with Rhodey and eat cold pizza.

When he was in a relationship with Pepper, she asked if he wanted to do something special on his birthday. Tony wasn’t sure what you would want to do on a birthday, so he told her he would just …work. Like always.

He can’t help the pain around his heart. It would be nice if someone would do something for him anyway.

He knows that he has no right to be this bitter. He could say something and Pepper and Rhodey would buy him the world. He loves them and he knows they love him, too.

Then came the Avengers in his tower and Tony secretly hopes they would throw a party for him. He had spent months of works for their birthday presents, so he was excited to see what he would get.

His last birthday with the avengers were unimportant. There was always an ultron, civil war or Loki. But now they had peace for almost two months. So he cant wait to see his friends.

The civil war was hard the first month but now he is glad that the team is back. He also met the guardians a few months ago and liked them as well. So yeah he was pretty happy.

Maybe this would be his first birthday that he actually liked!

Or not….

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Reigniting Harry Potter (a task for Draco Malfoy)

for @purpledolphin-f, who certainly didn’t ask for it but who is getting it nonetheless. I hope this reignites your love for drarry even more.
length: <5k
content warning: depression

Harry has to hand it to Hermione. His heart hasn’t beat this fast since he last left the house, which is too far back to even recall properly. But it won’t last. Having Draco Malfoy let himself into your house would give anyone’s heart an unnatural jumpstart. It’s not going to do much of anything else, however.  He tells as much to Malfoy. He can’t have anyone else waste their time on him, even someone he once hated.

“No offence but you aren’t going to cure my depression.” Harry tries to say gently, so as not to provoke Malfoy, but it all comes out in a monotone anyway.

Malfoy only looks down at him from where he stands over his bed and laughs. At Harry. Harry wishes he could be bothered enough to care. “No shit, Potter. I’m not completely brainless.”

“Then why are you here?” Harry asks, curious. He is genuinely curious. It’s a relief.

Malfoy shrugs and takes a seat in the armchair by Harry’s bed. It’s where Hermione usually sits. She had levitated it from the living room downstairs. Harry has been meaning to take it back down. “I don’t have a choice, do I? Everyone’s got their eye closely trained on me, waiting for any excuse to lock up the last free death eater. So, they say jump, I say how high? They say go visit Potter, I say how often?”

Harry stares at Malfoy blankly, trying to work up the heart to be offended. He’s the same man as always: self-serving, status-orientated, arrogant Malfoy. And Harry doesn’t even care. Then something finally registers in Harry’s brain. “This is going to be a regular thing?“

“Until you’re cured, that is.” Malfoy says with a curt nod at Harry.

“You can’t cure depression.” Harry replies automatically. That much he is sure of.

Malfoy stares right back at Harry. He certainly isn’t laughing any more. “I know.”

There was a time when Harry wouldn’t have dared break eye contact with Malfoy, accepting the unspoken challenge with the loser the one to look away first. But that seems very long ago. And Harry is very tired. He looks away.

If Malfoy is surprised or disappointed, he doesn’t voice it. A loud silence follows. Harry would cradle his head in his hands but his arms prefer not to move so instead he does nothing. He lets the silence scream into his ears until it is broken by Malfoy’s quiet drawl.            

“Aren’t you going to offer me some tea?”

Harry wonders whether he has any tea left. He’s not sure. Hermione always drinks his tea. Perhaps she’s sent Draco over now so she doesn’t have to visit him anymore. They all stop visiting eventually. Ginny. Ron. Now, Hermione. He wonders how long Malfoy will last.

“Depression is no excuse for poor manners. My mother’s been depressed my whole life but she’s always courteous to guests.”

Harry realises he has forgotten to answer Malfoy’s question. He vaguely notices Malfoy leaning over his bed. He’s not interested in another staring contest so he closes his eyes. He wants to sleep.

“Fine then. I’ll make it myself, but don’t think you’re getting any.”

Harry is starting to drift into unconsciousness when a jolt near his head causes him to jerk open his eyes. A steaming cup sits at his bedside. Another remains in Malfoy’s hand as he returns to the armchair. Shortly after, Malfoy’s feet rise to rest on the side of Harry’s bed. There’s dirt on the underside of Malfoy’s boots.

Harry looks up to find Malfoy watching him intently over his teacup, a small smirk almost hidden on his face. If he is expecting a rise out of Harry just over a bit of dirt, he will be sorely disappointed. Harry lets his eyes close again.

“Accio,” Malfoy whispers. Harry is tempted to take a peek to see what Malfoy is doing in his bedroom but he stops himself. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t matter. He’ll get bored and leave soon. Leave Harry alone with the blaring silence.

“Are you going to sleep all day?” Asks Malfoy.

Clearly not. It’s not like he is able to sleep with Malfoy continuously interrupting him. Not that he gets much sleep on other days either. More so that he lies in bed, awake. Exhausted from doing absolutely nothing. So finally, he opens his eyes and bites back:

“Are you going to sit there all day?”

Malfoy scoffs at that. “Of course not. That would be terribly dull. You’re not much of a conversationalist, you know. I’m going to wait a couple of hours which will seem like a commendable amount of time to stay with you and then leave. And tomorrow I’ll do the same thing. Although perhaps I might bring my own reading material. This is dreadful.”

Harry’s eyes dart down to Malfoy’s hands and February’s issue of Broomsticks and Bludgers. It’s August.

“It’s Ginny’s.”

“Ah yes,” Malfoy says, smiling cruelly now, “the weasel always did have poor taste.”

“Don’t call Ginny that,” Harry snaps. He almost reaches for his wand until he realises he can’t remember where he left it.

Malfoy raises a single eyebrow, managing to make it look effortless. Harry notices his eyes scanning the barcode of the magazine, where the date is surely written. “Does she visit often?” He asks.

The smug bastard. Harry wants to rip his face off…no, he wants to punch the bastard until his face becomes unrecognisable and…no, he wants to hold a wand to Malfoy’s throat and make the coward beg for his life. Except he doesn’t want to do any of that. It seems like an awful amount of effort. And he still doesn’t know where his wand is. So instead, he does absolutely nothing.

When it’s clear Harry isn’t going to rise to Malfoy’s cruel bait, he sighs, long and obnoxiously. “You really are boring. I don’t know how you lie here all day doing nothing.”

Harry doesn’t want to reply to that either but he can’t help himself. “It’s not like I enjoy it, Malfoy.”

Harry can feel Malfoy staring at him but he doesn’t give him the satisfaction of eye contact. He waits until he feels Malfoy’s gaze drop and closes his eyes once more. Malfoy doesn’t say anything else. The only noise in the room is the odd turn of a glossy magazine page. Harry counts each turn until he falls asleep.

When he awakes, the sun is still up, but Hermione’s chair is empty.

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SakuNaa Vol.2

(Is this a thing now? Lol sorry for dragging you all in this mess (it is an affair😂))

Lol I was just able to catch up, but seems like something amazing happened today in Sakura’s and Nana’s SHOWROOMs. (170619)

In Nana’s SR, she was talking about how she was getting closer with Sakura and wanting to call her ‘Sakuchan’ but too scared to do so. nowadays due to their jobs together increasing, they had the chance to get even closer, and she told about that one time she asked Sakura to take a two-shot with her because she found Sakura really cute. And the shocking part is; Sakura is the one who requested Naachan to do a kabedon pose. As a shy person who doesn’t take that many two-shots, Naachan said she found it interesting. (And apparently, I have no idea how this is related, but Momo-kun (NMB) praised Naachan- which in my opinion, is about how she is building her own harem 😂)

And then some fan leaked that Nana wanted to call her Sakuchan in Sakura’s SHOWROOM, where she sent a LINE to Naachan saying; “Please call me Sakuchan from now on”, and “I won’t reply unless you call me Sakuchan”, where I was surprised Sakura could be such a tsundere 😮.

The fan also said to Naachan that a LINE was coming from Sakura, where she completely freaked out. Then she stopped her SR once in order to see if there was a LINE, and then practiced saying ‘Sakuchan’, and was super excited

Then they were talking on the phone, and Sakura kept grinning while watching Naachan’s SR, where Naachan was super nervous about it. Sakura kept being extra high tension, waving her hand to the screen like a little kid, asking Naachan to call her ‘Sakuchan’, and jumping when Naachan said it. And she went around saying stuff like “How cute, embarrassed Nanachan~” 💖

You are the one seeing the screenshots 😎 Also the SR is the ideal place to watch if you want to see the dork fangirl Sakura 😂

The hero of today is that fan who kept the communication👏👏👏

jsimmonss  asked:

FS + 35 because now is as good a time as any

35) things you said that made me feel real

Rubbing at his temples with his fingertips, Fitz sighs and presses the intercom button on his desk.

‘Two paracetamol, please,’ he requests, ‘and a glass of water.’ After a moment, he presses the button again and adds: ‘ice cold.’

When he looks up, the woman sitting across the desk from him has one eyebrow raised and her arms crossed over her chest as she tries not to smile.

Ice cold, Fitz?’ she says in bemusement, and the familiarity with which she says his name unnerves him slightly. ‘Really?’

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megasov  asked:

how do I get into morrowind I really want to but it seems really complicated

the combat and the tempo of the game isnt for everyone but hopefully i can explain them conciselyi said this before making this post it ended up not being concise at all

so every action in this game is decided by a diceroll, basically. including combat

your main attributes, similarly to how it is in newer tes games, are health [red], magicka [blue], and fatigue (stamina) [green]. what many people overlook however, is that your fatigue bar also has an influence on the diceroll that indicates the chance of success of your actions - landing a hit with a weapon, casting a spell, etc

haha funny joke because its hard to keep your fatigue high because you use it up for jumping, running etc

but basically the “waving my weapon helplessly at an enemy” problem usually comes from overlooking your fatigue level, and not using the right weapon for your class

which is to say if your long blade skill is at, say, 5, and you try to hit an enemy with a longsword, its the equivalent of someone who’s never held a longsword in their hand waving it very slowly and clumsily at an enemy who has plenty of time to make a dodge. that’s basically how it looks in practice

the weird damage numbers on weapons that look like this 1-10 actually indicate how much damage you do when you make a short swing (first number; clicking) or a heavy attack (second number; holding down your mouse). there’s also usually separate damage stats for thrusting, chopping, and slashing, since different kinds of attacks are effective for different kinds of weapons (try stabbing someone with a hammer or whacking someone on the head using a spear like a stick, technically hurts but not as effective). whether you thrust chop or slash with your weapon depends on which way youre moving while attacking. if you want you can just check the “always use best attack” option in the menu and then you only gotta worry about the most effective of these stats for each weapon

magic is… both more complicated and less complicated. keep in mind that fatigue still affects whether or not your spells are successful. idk magic in morrowind rocks because you can make your own spells which is neat

levelling up is super similar to oblivion except you dont gotta find a bed. you can take a nap in a swamp if you want

the quest journal, while being pretty uh realistic and immersive, is kinda garbage and hard to organize. if you get a quest remember to exhaust all dialogue with the quest giver by asking all the questions you can. if you see a highlighted word, click it. there’s no quest markers or a compass but most of the time the quest giver will mark the location on your map, especially during the main quest, and from that you can just rely on your map and roadsigns. or just teleport in straight line to the objective. things get complicated if you only get some directions such as “follow this road until you see a tree, then circle around the tree and go left”, but even then i think its not as scary as people say, it’s actually quite cool and immersive, and if its too hard or the directions are too vague, remember that this 300-year-old games fanbase is massive and there are like 10 maps and guides on how to get to this place in some random sidequest on the internet

i think these are the basics… it’s not actually as complicated as people make it out to be. the key is talking to npcs a lot. and always having some potions on you. and using the correct armor and weapon for your class. and keeping in mind that the wildlife of vvardenfell will fuck you up. that’s basically it.

otherwise i found this game very easy to get into (unlike, say, daggerfall), it offers a lot of freedom and immersion, and it’s just really nice and cool to play.

On one hand, Furihata knows he doesn’t have any reasons to feel insecure. Even though they have a long distance relationship, he talks to Akashi and texts and emails him almost every day, and no one could be more attentive or loving than Akashi. Akashi also makes regular trips to Tokyo when he can, explaining that it is much more logical for him to make the trip because he has better access to travel. (Akashi has never flat out said, “Because I’m richer than you and also I have private jets and chauffeurs,” but it is sometimes heavily implied).

But Furihata feels it’s important that sometimes he is the one who makes the journey to Kyoto, and he’d feel better about the whole thing if he didn’t get the impression that Akashi didn’t quite like it when he was here.

And now, a few of Akashi’s classmates have spotted him, and they’re talking to him, and Furihata wouldn’t say he was jealous, exactly, but these girls are all incredibly pretty and also wearing very fancy clothes with designer handbags and he can’t but follow a certain train of thought along the lines of, “These girls are all way out of my league, which is fine because I have a boyfriend, except these girls all clearly like my boyfriend, and holy crap that probably means my boyfriend is leagues out of my league.”

Trying to convince himself that Akashi can’t be out of his league if they are actually dating doesn’t seem to be working, and he seems to be running in so many circles in his mind that he’s dizzy and distracted.

So he doesn’t notice when he accidentally wanders into traffic until the car almost hits him.


The honking gives him enough time to jump out of the way. He falls on his butt and scrapes his palms and he thinks, “Holy crap I could have died.” He has just enough time to wonder how many near-death experiences one person is reasonably allowed to have during high school before they’re officially deemed too stupid to live before Akashi is there, in front of him, touching him everywhere.

“Furi, Kouki, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, really,” Furihata says, laughing slightly. “Gosh, that was dumb.”

“Ooh, you’re bleeding,” one of the girls’ says sympathetically. “Here, I have a handkerchief—”

Leave,” Seijuurou snarls, glowing bright red. “All of you, get out of here.”

The girls abruptly turn around and leave, in a vaguely zombified manner.

“Seijuurou,” Furihata says, slightly taken aback. Akashi—both versions of Akashi—is usually very careful about when he uses Absolute Order.

“Are you sure you are unharmed?” Seijuurou asks.

“Yes, it was just a scrape,” Furihata says, showing him his hands. His palms are bleeding, but the wound is shallow, it’s not anything worse than what he could have received during basketball practice.

Seijuurou cradles his hands carefully in his, rubbing his thumb along the uninjured side. “We are going home,” he announces.

“What? We still have a movie—”

“We are going back to Tokyo,” he says more firmly, glowing red again for a brief second. And Furihata falls silent, because if Akashi is trying to Order him he must be very rattled. So he lets Akashi wrap an arm around his waist and walks silently alongside him, very confused, and very concerned.


It is only Seijuurou’s complete control over his own body that keeps him from shaking. He is furious with himself and how unforgivably stupid he has been. He has been sloppy and he didn’t think things through, and after all of training from Teiko and Akashi Masaomi he should have known better.

He has come, for better or worse, to depend on the Emperor Eye to warn him of danger. Gold had whole premonitions—he could see a whole mission before it happened and warn of every potential hazard. Seijuurou had only experienced that sense of clarity once, when he knew for certain what would happen to Teiko if they all ran away.

But he does see danger. His foresight has always let him know when a threat to himself or his Generation was imminent. It had let him down only once and he hadn’t thought about it (he hadn’t thought about it! Foolish and lazy and stupid!). When he had been abducted he hadn’t seen it coming and at the time he’d assumed that was because of something Teiko had done as a precaution—like the collars they created that inhibited his abilities.

He is not sure he can ever forgive himself for not making the connection sooner.

Furihata is immune to his abilities. A trait that Akashi has been very thankful about because it means he can never accidentally Order Furihata to do something against his will.

It never occurred to him that it also meant he will never know if Furihata is in danger.


A/N: OK! So! When I had this sudden epiphany how I wanted to combine both of these prompts together (plus some bonus jealous Furihata for the one anon-friend who asked recently) I was super excited about this but then also realized it was probably better if it appeared in the long story I have planned but I’d already written more than half of it and I’m still super excited about it so I’m posting it anyway! But it might also appear again in that longer story I have planned. Sooo, call it a snippet into that story that isn’t written yet. Thank you so much, anon-friends!! 

Married to a Monster - One

Originally posted by jonginization

Paring: kaiXreader, minseokXreader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: You are forced into a marriage with your once love/childhood best friend. Although, you don’t love him anymore and are disgusted with having to marry him. After driving yourself to suicide twice, you know you can’t ever fix things with him but even though, you push forward for the happiness of your parents who are still grieving the loss of your older sister.

Notes: This series will contain talk of suicide, self-harm, abuse, death and possibly more. This series will also have smut, but chapters will be rated [m] accordingly.

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Request: anon: SF9 Jaeyoon as boyfriend ?

Genre: Fluff // Slight Smut

Warning: Explicit Language

Author’s Note: Gender neutral

This is purely based on my own personal opinions. Agree or disagree, either way, enjoy!

Originally posted by sf9creators

- Another one who’s very handsy

- Totally an ass man

- CONGRATS !! You did something worth celebrating!

- A “good job” kiss from Jaeyoon?

- An “I’m proud of you” hug?

- Nope. You get a pat on the ass.

- But it doesn’t really bother you

- Cause you’re all over his ass as much as he is yours

- ”Y/N, do these pants make my butt look weird”

- “Why do I even like you…”

- KING of cheesy pick up lines/puns

- The serious look on his face makes it 10x harder not to laugh

- He doesn’t give 2 shits about being discreet when it comes to skinship

- Members around?

- Members no where to be found?

- Either way - he’s hugging you and grabbin the booty

- Aegyo contests happen all the time

- So much so that the other members wanna throw up just watching the two of you

- I feel like he’s a big fan of pet names

- “Honey”

- “Yeah, Jae?”

- “Nothing, I just like calling you honey”

- Would turn into the most adorable man you’ve ever seen if you were mad at him

- Raising the pitch of his voice

- Praising you like it’s the last time he’s ever gonna see you

- Cupping your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes

- He LOVES LOVES LOVES it when you sit on his lap

- Because your ass is on his crotch ?????

- Who knows


- Reading a book? Nope, now you’re cuddling

- Scrolling through twitter? Psych, you’re cuddling

- Trying to catch up on sleep? Bitch, I think the fuck not - you’re cuddling with Jaeyoon now

- The kind of cuddling where you’re facing each other, and you’re pretty much trapped in a giant hug

- Your face in the crook of his neck and his chin on top of your head

- And as soon as you both find comfy positions, he let’s out this cute, little satisfied sigh that meLTs yOuR HEaRt

- K time to switch it up a bit,,,

- When Jaeyoon’s in the mood you BeST be ready for heaps, and heaps of winking and lip biting both yours and his

- His voice will drop a few octaves

- His movements become slower, and more precise

- And he’s DEFINITELY got the whole “sultry eyes” look down to a tee

- Tbh I bet Jaeyoon is a switch

- When he’s up for it, good luck… because you’re goin all night long, no mercy

- But if his schedules a bit full and you know he’s tired, you’ll gladly hop on the saddle and let him sit back and relax

- But even if he’s on bottom, he’s still pretty much the one in charge

- He says jump, you say how high

- You best believe he’s using those vocals for something other than singing, lemme tell ya that much !!!

- After sex cuddling is a guarantee

- But this time, it’s usually spooning

- He’ll wrap his arm around your torso and drag your body across the bed until your back is flat against his chest

- Where he will continuously shower you with tiny kisses

- And whispered I love you’s

- Until the two of you doze off into a deep sleep

Betty and Jughead’s wedding headcanon no one asked for:

  • So Betty proposes and Jughead accepts.
  • Betty calls Veronica and tells her the news and Veronica immediately takes over planning
  • She’s already been through this with her and Cheryl’s wedding
  • Jughead is less than enthusiastic but it’s better than Alice *shudders*
  • Speaking of Alice- she’s less than pleased at the results.
  • And less than pleased that her daughter is marrying Jughead Jones 
  • It’s better than Archie, she thinks.
  • But anyways back to Veronica
  • Who takes over doing everything
  • And bickers with Jughead over the stupidest shit oml
  • Veronica wants to have their wedding at a grand chapel and Jughead is not about that life
  • And Jughead’s just like “I’m one half?? of the couple??? Don’t my opinions matter??”
  • Apparently not
  • Anyways, so Betty finally stops the fighting and they comprise on a venue a little ways away from Riverdale
  • It’s perfect and they let Veronica take care of the rest.
  • Betty’s having panic attacks near the wedding date
  • Jughead is trying to keep her calm but even he’s a little nervous
  • Wedding Day is here and Cheryl has taken over makeup and hair and is just gushing 
  • Veronica and Alice put aside their differences to make sure things go smoothly.
  • Archie and Valerie arrive; not only because Archie and Valerie are dating at this point, but because obv the pussycats are playing at the wedding
  • Archie sees the matching wedding rings on Veronica and Cheryl and almost passes out
  • No one knew they married each other because it was a shotgun wedding on a vacation tip oops
  • Betty is planning on giving them a ceremony anyways to repay Ronnie for help
  • Anyways so everything goes through smoothly, Josie gives Betty a blue bracelet, Veronica gives her a new locket, and Alice gives her her tiara from her wedding to Hal
  • Betty’s dress
  • Betty tries to keep calm but she’s so nervous and excited
  • The doors open
  • Suddenly it was just her and Jughead, and boy did he look handsome
  • And he had such a soft expression on his face, she had to choke back tears.
  • “Hi” she whispers once she’s at the altar
  • “Hi” he whispers back, clearly moved, “You look so beautiful”
  • Betty feels like she’s floating
  • Veronica is crying, even Archie’s a little teary-eyed. 
  • They say their “I Dos” and Betty practically jumps him
  • She can’t believe she got so lucky 
  • fast forward to their first dance, and it’s a cover of High by James Blunt.
  • Jughead asks if she’s happy with the way it turned out
  • Betty says that as long as she gets to spend everyday with him she didn’t mind how it turned out. 
  • Betty Jones
  • It had a beautiful ring to it.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any good Minjoon fics where Jimin is sub? Or any Yoonmin or Kookmin? (Sorry, I just love sub!Jimin a lot...or like Jimin fics with mommy kink? Like the one you wrote are pure gold)

sub!jimin for Minjoon - all i gotta say for these is that minjoon is kinky as hell

Play house (put my favorite record on)

silk ties


when you say jump, i say how high daddy?

my little prince (sit in daddy’s lap)

Take you down another level (And get you dancing with the devil)

sub!jimin for Yoonmin

silk ties

perfect is the sound of you breaking 

it was my promise -but then that happened-

let me be your kitten

please touch me sir!

true love (or something like it)


dont go home without me

what happens in the bathroom, stays in the bathroom

secretary park

just not my luck



take anything you want (free of charge)

baby bun (gender switch so its fem dom!yoongi

love literally

sub!jimin for Kookmin

once again check out @placeyoursinshere for art nd hcs

something is yours, maybe it’s me

underdressed and oversexed

remember When I Was Your Age (Proud of You)

it’s ok, im a writer 

well done!

fitting rooms

officer please

royal lilies

i’ll never let you go


if i get in, i just might drown

it’s a bad idea to love you

beautiful liar

tying the knot

thigh highs

im the hyung

lmao as u can see i like these ships

  • Keith: How do you know someone likes you?
  • Pidge: I dunno, say 'Jump' and if they say 'How high?' then they probably like you, i dunno man.
  • *later*
  • Keith: Hey Lance
  • Lance: What?
  • Keith: Jump
  • Lance: From where?
  • Keith: ....