they were so and still are so obvious

“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, that you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.” 

Sleepy, Needy, Greedy (M)

⤞ When a simple case of morning wood proves to be much more difficult to get rid of than anticipated!

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Pairing: Jackson x reader

Genre: just plain smut, you have been warned!

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: rated M, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: okay wow this took me FOREVER to finish but here it is, at last! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it ;)

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Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that.

If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

—  Alexandra Timmer

anonymous asked:

I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.

Oliver was the perfect gentleman throughout that entire scene. 

Starting from the beginning, he was… everything. He was a man who was clearly still in love with this woman, but he’d also heard her last season when she said she was, for all intents and purposes, done. He was a man who was willing to get every tiny scrap of her natural sunlight, no matter what the cost for himself. Y’all are lying to yourselves if Felicity wasn’t doing exactly what Curtis suggested when the idea of her trying the salmon ladder came about. She’s all cute and flirty and doing something that shows a lot of skin, and yet, the entire time, Oliver was just so sweet. He didn’t push it, he didn’t take what are pretty obvious signs, he didn’t do anything without her explicit permission and direction. They went through two bottles of wine, my friends, they were quite a few sheets to the wind and still, he was the perfect gentleman. Even when she asked him to help her down, when he grabbed her waist, when he held her close, letting her down gently, cradling her like she’s the most important thing in his entire world (she is)…

(src)

He was just… 

(src)

… so Oliver and so respectful and I loved it so much.

But then it gets better.

Felicity finally makes the first move, she kisses him and remember the way he responded? 

(src)

(wow they kiss really well like damn well done a+)

He gives it his all because that’s all he wants to give her. He messed up so much in the past, and while the source of those issues are deeply buried and require a fucking bulldozer to unearth, it doesn’t change that it effectively ruined the best thing in his life. But now, now he has her back and it’s everything. Yes, the wine has stripped their inhibitions, but it just scratched off the surface, revealing what they’ve always, always wanted.

(src)

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(This was cute af, anon, I so agree. He’s so totally getting swept up in the sensation of having her in his arms again, of kissing her, tasting her, feeling her, and it’s intoxicating. It takes over everything, leaving no room for anything but continuing to feel those wonderful things. We see that in the way he suddenly spins her, with so much intent, so much purpose - I know I’m not the only one who thought that was going somewhere else - but then he’s so painfully gentle with her. He could absolutely rip her sweater to pieces if he wanted to and he knew she probably wouldn’t complain one bit until later, but he didn’t, because remember, this is the Oliver who has been in love with this woman forever and he lost her and he’s been respecting her wishes in not pursuing a relationship and suddenly she’s here and she’s with him, but that doesn’t change where they are mentally, where he’s at mentally. (Wow, tangent.) It’s marked with that soft, adorable smile of his - that happy smile of his - and the way he says, “Thank you.” It’s really as if he’s thanking her for giving them this chance again.)

And then…

(src)

The passion is back, brimming over, all-consuming, burning them from the insides out, taking over everything, pulling them together like the magnets that they are…

But that’s not all it’s about, not quite. It’s about that, oh yes, but it’s also about connecting again, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, with their very souls. This isn’t just physical for Oliver, nor is it for Felicity, which is what he needs to double check, he needs to see, to make sure that… 

Well, that this is happening, that it’s what he thinks it is, that she’s on the same page, that she wants this, that she wants it as badly as he does, that she’s doing it for the same reasons, that… 

(src)

(the way he whispers her name, a gasp, a breathless plea… a prayer…)

He has to make sure. He has to. One, because it’s Oliver and when it comes to Felicity, there’s never been a halfway. 

Which is so very interesting considering what happened tonight - thinking about it from Oliver’s perspective, he honestly thought he was giving Felicity everything he could. He didn’t know at the time that he was only giving half of himself, only giving her the pieces he felt worthy of her, not realizing that he was hiding things from her, all under the guise of trying to protect her, in his own warped way. He has been broken, in his mind, for so long, but it’s only when he’s whole within himself that he can finally be with her, which we’re finally seeing, thank goodness.

He’s all in or he’s all out and he needs to know that Felicity is there with him.

(src)

But not a simple “Are you sure this is what you want,” no, it’s more than that.

(src)

It’s about them, and their love for each other.

(src)

And there it is. She’s right there with him, her love for him shining through, bathing him in its purity, a cleansing feeling that shines light in the darkest corners of his being (even if he doesn’t recognize it until much much much later). 

Cause of death: Olicity 

Indeed, anon. Indeed.

bad | 05

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by 7bboys

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 7 159

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07coming soon ↠ 

A/N: I hope ya’ll have fun reading this. hopefully it quenches some thirst- what? fucken not today teaser got me shook as fuck, I screamed out loud! and thank you so much for all the sweet messages <3 sry for taking so long

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me on my deathbed: what happened between zayn harry and louis what went down that made them all so mad at each other the zouis fall out seems understandable but why were louis and zayn so close up until the moment zayn left and why were harry and zayn so distant even though they were all over each other in 2013 during tmh tour why did that stop seemingly so suddenly during wwa whilst zayn and louis became closer and harry and louis seemingly became distant and seperate only to rekindle publicly during mitam promo season where they could both share their very apparent dislike towards zayn, also was this awkward for liam who appeared to still be close to zayn whilst harbouring a friendship with louis and an obvious closeness toward harry. was niall okay

little larry things that have been happening these past few weeks that they are trying to not make it obvious but its obvious:

• both were mia in the uk for days
• louis suddenly feels the need to fly to LA after being home mia for so long, that same week we find out about harry going solo
• louis is literally the only one who hasnt liked any of harrys ig posts or congratulated him
• louis has been getting papped / seen every single time something new happens with harrys solo stuff, other than that hes mia
• always making sure when papped they are both seen across the world
• they both have been hiding their arms and legs for weeks now (louis has been walking around hot ass LA wearing all black sweatsuits like …)
• harrys twitter account quotes pictures of louis standing in front of pink backgrounds, it was up for about 45 mins, still no explanation for it
• when harrys twitter did that louis twitter was online at the sametime and followed lorde who was just on snl
• like 2 days after the weird twitter activity we get harrys album cover which is him … in pink water … okay
• they were both mia all this week, no fan sightings, no stalker pics, no pap pics except the one bon jovi bts pic and snl stuff

idk if im missing anything, this is just a recap for me so i dont forget cause everything is so weird but also really obvious and i dont get what is going on i guess ill try to keep updating it

FACT: Without Hermione, Draco would have been evil.

Just hear me out. I think that without Hermione’s existence, Draco wouldn’t have the internal struggle between right and wrong. Here’s why.

Imagine growing up the way Draco did. You’re told that people who aren’t like you are stupid, less powerful, and beneath you.

In a way, it reminds me of religion. Not saying that all or even most religion is bigoted, but the strength in belief within some families is similar.

Even from the young age of 11, Draco displayed traits one would obtain from living a very sheltered life. Meeting Harry in the robe shop, it became very apparent. He introduced himself by his last name, because that’s what he was taught was important. He asked Harry his blood status immediately, because it played a huge part in the beliefs that be was raised with.

He was taught that he’s the best of the best.

Only when goes to school, this muggleborn is thrown in his face. And she’s smart. So smart, that no matter how hard he tries, his grades are never good enough to top hers. Not only that, but she’s powerful. Obviously so, even.

He even comes to notice that she isn’t nearly as dirty as he was lead to believe. In fact, she comes down the stairs at the Yule ball and she’s so stunningly gorgeous that not one insult can come to his mind.


So we’re his parents right? They wouldn’t lie to him, would they?

Only they have, and the living proof is staring him directly in the face.

And so he gets angry. He calls her names, and puts her down. Because he’s not stupid– it’s so blatantly obvious that the people he admired the most in the world were wrong in so many instances, and he’s bitter. His world is broken, and so he wants everyone else to be too.

Knowing this, he returns home each summer just to hear his father complain about how a “mudblood trumped him in grades” and how “the half-blood beat him in quiddich” because his family believes it’s not possible.

Yet little do they know how hard he worked and how much he studied and practiced, he still always came up second.

So he was bitter, and angry– yes. Not condoning his actions, but explaining them.

Even though he tried to convince himself that it was a fluke, that Hermione was just a freak of nature– he knew better.

And although he called her the names he did over his own bitterness and angst, he didn’t really think she should die. But then, come sixth year, everything turns real, and serious– really fast. He’s stuck in a corner with no choice.

I fully believe that Hermione challenged him. She was in his face, everyday, proving him wrong. She was a walking contradiction, and I fully believe that had he not been exposed to her, he wouldn’t have even tried to second guess his family’s values and beliefs.

Alright guys, I asked Mark and Steven about Garridebs!

Mark, very sincerely and personably (make of that what you will), agreed with me about the moment’s emotional importance, and expressed that he had really hoped to include the scene. He said that they (I can’t remember his wording exactly) either tried it or he ran through some possible scenarios and it wouldn’t have fit anywhere (this depends on the different opinions of “was Johnlock intended to be fulfilled or not”). He mentioned the writing phenomenon of “kill your babies” when saying how much he wanted to do the scene. He even called it “throttle the nursery” because it was such a big blow to him.

Steven said that there have been plenty of scenes where Sherlock and John’s care for each other has been shown (his exact emphatic words were “yes yes they would just say wow this is my favorite person!”) and so the Garridebs scene would not be a revelation of that care, as it was in the novels in Victorian times. He said the moment itself is “a retelling of The Red Headed League, but not as good”. I could tell that this is a question he’s been asked before or has thought on a lot, because he delivered the answer very straightforward and with an air of, he’s tired of explaining this and finds it very obvious.

So, interpret all this however you want, I mean shit I still have my strong opinions in this. But I’m just very glad to have been able to ask them both, and in a more private and informal setting, and actually get answers. @teaandqueerbaiting @northray @isitandwonder @the-blue-carbuncle @skulls-and-tea @themanandthemachine @sherlock-overflow-error @marcespot @monikakrasnorada @thedepthsofmyshame @missmuffin221

anonymous asked:

in your opinion, what were the yoonmin moments that you think most obvious? (sorry my english isnt good)

endplate king: yoongi and jimin were ruthless to one another, but you could still see how soft yoongi is for little jiminnie

stop coming up to my bed: self explanatory

this whole interview: i feel like this was the first time we properly got to see some sort of change in ym’s relationship since they’re just so playful here, jimin’s so casual with yoongi and yoongi shows a lot more affection towards him than he usually does (and also yoongi comforting/praising/massaging jimin after he gets cut off at 06:38 is gold)

chicken dates: not just the fact that they go on chicken dates together, but jimin was so weird about it when he mentioned it

you know / i know: tae and hobi were teasing him as usual but then jimin was so shy and soft and ??? what does yoongi Know that jimin can’t say on camera

i spent all night talking with jiminnie: look at him smiling so fondly,,, and the dvd caption makes it even better: ‘they’re stuck together every day, why do they have so much to say (to each other)’

i once went to suga hyung’s house: we all joked that he would and then he really DID

mama 2016: they were so playful the whole night and the only time they separated was when they were on stage…

yoongi not being able to stop talking about how hot jimin is: also self-explanatory

the way jimin missed yoongi during his absence: nobody asked him to carry around the stand/fan in his place but he did anyway. and he was so happy to have him back too 

min yoonji: this whole episode was just wild and he was so flustered the whole time

The Anchor

Summary: Bucky explains why he loves you. This is inspired a song by the same name.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: So much fuffly.( there is a panic attack in this )

Thank you @drinkfantasy , for being my beta. 

Originally posted by seabasschino


Bucky didn’t have a lot of expectations for the future, after his Winter Soldier days all he could hope for was a quick and painless death. He couldn’t stand any more pain in his life or any more torture. Part of him just wish that his life would be over soon.

Living alone in Bucharest showed him that he could be a little more hopeful about life. He could hope for good days where he would have clean clothes and a homemade meal. That he would be able to sleep a whole night without having any nightmares, days like this were rare but when they happened they are like heaven.

 After the events of the Civil War, he had too many responsibilities and expectations on him. He didn’t want to disappoint Steve, he wanted to be forgiven for his sins and forgive himself for it. But how can you ask for forgiveness if no one believes you deserve it, not even yourself.

Bucky dreams about a normal life or as normal as he could have. Where he wouldn’t wake up every night screaming because of a nightmare when people touched him wouldn’t be to cause him pain but to comfort him and love him.

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  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: I'm so confused why Brendon and Ryan couldn't just literally come out and say Ryden was real. I mean, now, Ryan really misses Brendon and acts like he's his ex that he still loves, and Brendon's dodging his name like old timers in fandom drama. I also don't understand how Brendon could pretend he wasn't writing a hundred songs about Ryan and not make it obvious. Come on, I mean, "How I missed yesterday, how I let it fade away", "Being blue is better than being over it", "There's no sunshine, there's no you and me". Brendon and Ryan were so perfect for each other. And how come he only recently came out as sexually fluid? What happened in capetown so many years ago? Why does Brendon pretend like nothing ever happened, when he has totally kissed him, worn his shirts, his ties, his guitar strap the post-split performance, held up a sign that says "Ryden Exists" in big capital letters. There are pictures proving it! Also why Ryan flew to New York to Seattle just to see him so they could celebrate Ryan's birthday, without telling his girlfriend or anyone else. Ryan said "He's my boy. Always will be." In a tweet and never let him completely go. Does Brendon still love Ryan? Will they ever confront each other again? What did Ryan do? Why did they try to cover up the fact that She Had The World, When The Day Met The Night, and Northern Downpour were about their love? Were they scared what their fans would do? Why is Brendon so avoiding of Ryan's name? What could he have possibly done for it to be so terrible even talk about him for that long? Why can't we know what happened in capetown? Ryan told Brendon so much and almost loved him, while Brendon was obviously head over heels for him? Why are we left in the dark, aimlessly wandering, searching for an answer in this dark continuum that we may never find? Did something that wasn't consented both ways happen romantically? I know Ryden was real. I just know it. There's too much proof to not realize it. If you showed someone who had no idea what Ryden was or who they were a picture of them, they would immediately assume they were dating. Also, their Twitters. Ryan and Brendon were very close on Twitter, and they couldn't have done a better job of acting as gay as possible. Brallon, also. Do people think that this is some kind of replacement? I feel like Brendon just wanted to be all cute with Dallon to try and replace what he had with Ryan. This may or may not be true, but it's what I think. I can tell Brendon still misses Ryan and loves him deep down in his heart, and Ryan has the exact same feelings. I feel that I will always wonder as I lay in my bed late at night... "What happened in capetown... And why?"
Tuesday Fic Rec #10 (More Classics™)

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (@dsudis) | stiles/derek | m | 116.6k |

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

Love, love love this. Stiles gets hurt, Derek watches after him, it’s an epic ride from beginning to end. 

Game On by stilinskisparkles ( @stileshale ) | stiles/derek | t | 6k |

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

Probably among some of the first fics I ever read and it’s still in my favorites list. Nerd!Stiles, college jock!Derek and adorable pining. 

Just the Same ericaismeg ( @ericadays ) | stiles/derek | g | 68k

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human.
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“I was wondering if you’re even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it’s ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It’s unfair for us. I mean, it’s obvious you work out, and I don’t, so that could be why, but like…I was just wondering if you were human, that’s all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can’t threaten him with shit.

Ah-freaking-dorable. High school au ( ˘ ³˘)♥ Stiles figures out that werewolves exist  (◡‿◡✿) alive hale family (◕ ‿◕ ✿) it includes most of the tropes that i love all wrapped up in one well-written epic. 

The Searching Ceremonies by @gingersnapwolves | stiles/derek | m | 407k |

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

The master of mystery stories writes a wonderful tale of mates with bullying, pack dynamics and slow build to keep you hooked through part 1 and relationship growth to keep you through the second 2 parts. I don’t think I can put into words how much I love part 1 and then got lucky enough to get 2 other stories in the same universe. 

Untamed by @petals42 | stiles/derek | t | 28k |

Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent.

The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen.

Not that he’s looking. Obviously.

OR: A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him.

There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.

The Harry Potter Setting AU we didn’t deserve. IT’S SO GREAT I LOVE IT. I can’t put into words here either how great this is. Stiles and Derek in Hogwarts, Stiles is the US transfer that’s so lost and Derek befriends him. I love so much about this it’s so great. 

The Council [Chapter 1: The Body]

Originally posted by timetoemptythetrash

Chapter 1: The Body

A/N: Mature series. Mentions of crime, death, violence & sex.

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Standard work hours are long over but your profession is far from ordinary. It is in the dead of night where the true monsters come out to play, feeding and existing only in the shadows. It is there, hidden that they find their strength.

You are no stranger to such a lifestyle. Just as they do, you live under a dark sheath, thinly cloaked by nothing more than a name that is not your own to protect you.

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nervous :: zach dempsey

word count:1274

request: ‘Hey! Could you pretty please write an imagine for Zach Dempsey where he’s hopelessly in love with the reader and it’s just super fluffy because he’ll do and say dorky things to see her smile, his friends will tease him when she walks by, she’ll catch him staring at her in lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool but fails and it’s just super adorable, then she kisses him for whatever reason (u pick) You’d write this amazingly! Please and thank you so much’

warnings: none really, just a bit of a nervous!zachary

a/n: let me know what you think of this and if u want a request (idk how long it’ll take me to write bc i just write when i get inspiration sorry lolol) then hit up my asks ! thanks to the anon who requested this i loved the concept, sorry it took me a bazillion years to write but it’s here now !! 


“You just make me kinda nervous.” His eyes shifted away from yours and briefly to the floor, hoping it would swallow him whole.

Your lips stretched into a smile, his confession had made his nervousness pretty obvious. His cheeks flushed red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes yet but you loved this look.

Zach never got nervous about anything other than his Bio exams so this was new ground you were covering.

You grew conscious of your smile and tried to repress it so he wouldn’t think you found this funny. It was the opposite really, you were happy he’d come out and said it because you’d been on to him for months. This was a step in the right direction.

“And?” You finally responded to his confession. The abruptness of your tone caused him to avert his eyes to you again, full of curiosity and slight fear.

“And?” He caught on to your teasing once he saw you crack a smile and released his own smile onto his lips. He grinned, glancing down at his feet as he repositioned his backpack straps to relieve himself of some of its weight.

He shook his head, lifting his eyes back to yours again. He was back and forth between you and the floor and he wished he could stop but it was impulsive. You did really make him nervous.

Once he’d briefly composed himself he spoke up again much to your surprise. “I really like you. Come to Jess’ party tonight. With me.”

Your head titled slightly, mulling over the thought of attending a party you didn’t plan on going to purely because it was exam season. But this was Zach, your best friend, and he was asking you out.

“Hm. Okay.” You grinned whilst he spoke about the more informative details of your date. You just nodded along with what he was saying, only half listening as you were still dazing about how he’d actually come out and said these things to you.

But eventually the two of you parted ways, agreeing on a time and place later tonight to attend Jessica’s party together.

::

You’d arrived at the party a little later than anticipated because of you struggled to pick an outfit. Half because you don’t attend these kind of party’s often, half because this was your first date with Zach. Either way, it took you a while but he was patient and you got here eventually.

Zach’s hand was sitting on your waist as he sipped out of a cup (soft drinks of course as he was driving) and you sipped on a warm beer. His eyes were scanning the room but eventually they locked back on you, already looking at him.

You felt a bit awkward because, as mentioned, you didn’t attend these parties often and for good reason - they were full of drunken teenagers playing stupid games and creating drama out of nothing. But you had pleasant conversations with Zach, ones you hadn’t had before as friends. And it was comfortable and it was kind and you were enjoying yourself with him.

For example, you had caught him earlier on in the day watching you at lunch so naturally you confronted him about it just now. He stuttered a little but laughed inevitably, explaining how he hadn’t meant to come across so creepily. He thought you looked pretty or something like that, which made you smile wider than before.

“Zach! Buddy!” Your eyes shifted to the semi-drunken Justin that was rocketing over to the two of you, spilling his beer in the process. He wore a smile that only appeared when he was drinking or with Jess. “I didn’t know you were tapping that?”

You raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly at his use of language. “He’s not.”

Zach mouth hung open slightly, unsure what to do because he’d never had you and his friends hang out together before. It was two completely different parts of his life.

He furrowed his eyebrows softly, turning back to Justin to give him a big ol’ disapproving glare. “Uh, we’re dating. I guess?”

He glanced back at you, who stood clipping your cup between your teeth to hide your smile, for assurance. You shrugged wth your smile, teasing again. “Sure baby.”

Justin raised his eyebrows, surprised his best friend was committing to something for once. He laughed, slapping Zach’s shoulder. “Alright, buddy. Make sure you hit that, I know a few who’ll take your place if you don’t.”

He left on kind of a sour note that made you purse your lips, wondering how Zach could be friends with someone who spoke so disgustingly.

“I’m sorry? He’s drunk, he’s not as bad as he sounds.” He quickly apologised. Worry struck his expression, thinking his friends could expose a side of him that was completely made up for his reputation purely. He was a nice guy, but most of his friends were jerks and he couldn’t be a nice guy around them all the time or they’d tease him.

He made them out to be worse than they were, some of them were good guys too, like Alex for example. Either way you weren’t pleased but you let it go for now.

You shrugged it off, sipping again at the beer sitting in your cup. Zach scratched the back of his neck, trying to find a way to move past this without it being too obvious that he was uncomfortable.

“So dating?” He quickly regretted his choice of topic but it was still on his mind since you’d used the pet name for him.

He watched your smile reappear slowly, reverting your attention to him before releasing an embarrassed spout of laughter.

“Sure baby.” He felt his hands grow clammy the more often you used this newfound pet name, wiping away his nerves on his jeans as nonchalantly as he could manage.

His cheeks were tinting pink, causing you to laugh because he was acting so uncharacteristically unsure of himself, which was bizarre because you guys had been friends for ages.

“Stop being so shy, weirdo.” You nudged your shoulder against him to loosen the mood a little. He was grinning again, glancing down at you in way that made you think he might kiss you. But he didn’t, he shifted his eyes back to the floor leaving you hanging. “Zach.” You muttered to him.

He mumbled a short yeah? and reverted his attention to you again. Your faces were closer than it was comfortable to stay still in.

“I’m going to kiss you because I want to. And because you’re too much of a dumbass to do it yourself.” You smiled when his eyes filled with delight and fear, flickering to yours lips before nodding eagerly. “Okay.”

You quickly ran your fingers into his hair, pulling him down slightly to reach your height and kissing him. He gasped, even from the preparation of your speech he was still unprepared for this. His hands reached your waist, grasping tightly and with his guidance he backed you against the wall.

He kissed back with more force than you were expecting, surprising you as he pushed himself closer to you. You let him take control, more because you were too distracted by this kiss than to know what to do with the rest of your body. So he gripped one hand on your waist and the other lay against your cheek to keep you in place.

You retracted for a split second to catch a breath. “Zach- Zach,” Your eyes barely opened, your breathing uneven as he looked at you with caution and swollen lips. You smiled. “I really like you too.” He delved back into the kiss that he’d been waiting for for ages with a bigger smile than he’d been wearing earlier. This was his every fantasy come to life and he was going to make the most of it.

Reiji’s Sleeping Vampire

No one reads this but I’ll say my spiel anyway. The entire reason I bought a fucking PS Vita and bought freaking Vandead Carnival was so that I could do this. Because it isn’t anywhere.  And tbh going through Reiji’s things just pisses me off all the more because yeah he’s a dick but all the guys are and deep down he’s so fucking genuine?? So please, appreciate Reiji-sama. Translation was done by me and my questions were answered by boyfriend-sama so everyone give him thanks or else I’d still be pulling my hair out XD So yeah. Enjoy~ 

*Do not use without explicit permission*


Oh, did you wake up? Ah…were you planning to sleep?

That’s perfect. Well then, how about sleeping?

Even if you say that, you’re not in bed.

You don’t understand? It should be different from usual.

*sighs*…it doesn’t make sense to try and explain things to a dull woman like you.

Oh, I see. The luxurious one is different.

The way this feels…you can understand just by touching it. You, however…

That’s right. Isn’t it different from yesterday?

I had it measured while you were at school.

The bed is an antique so I left it as is, I only changed the sheets.

Because it was ordered from a well respected shop in Western Europe…I came to hear opinion.

Despite that, I’m amazed that I did not get the answer that I wanted to hear the most.

You still don’t seem to know the difference. It seems it’s best to leave your bed as is.

Good grief… it’s problematic for you to be at the same level as my brothers…

Hah? What are you talking about?

Isn’t it obvious that only the bed sheets and pillow case were changed?

The triplets are sleeping so they wouldn’t mind.

It is doubtful that Subaru would be sleeping in a bed.

I don’t need to explain that, do I?

Anyway, you are the only one who would use it.

That is why, I came to hear your opinion…

I tried sleeping by myself to make sure there is nothing wrong with it.

The sheets on this bed are mine. And of course, you are too.

Even saying that, I can’t find a reason to blame you for wanting to sleep beside me.

You know, don’t you? As long as you know that’s fine.

Even so, it’s the truth. That this has a nice and soft touch.

The firmness of the mattress is just right for me. How does it feel for you?

That’s a rather simple answer. If you could give me something more concrete, I’d like to hear it.

For example, to what degree is your body sinking into the mattress?

If you said that you are not sleeping because you are next to me, that is an invalid argument.

Because like this it won’t be long before you’re sleeping next to me.

Please think for yourself what that means.

How is it? This feeling of our bodies against each other…don’t you think it’s wonderful?

The feeling of the elasticity pushing back on your body. It’s the perfect balance.

You don’t know? *he sighs*…How troublesome.

Why did I even change yours…you understand at least that much, don’t you?

I do not need thanks. *sighs* Explaining it to a disappointing person like you would be as painful as breaking a bone.

You must understand your position.

You’re food, aren’t you? (He says this super teasingly though not very condescending like)

That’s why, you have to sleep well and stay healthy.

I have a duty to keep you in top physical condition with a good environment.

Kuku. I’m not worried about your body.

Would you let me suck blood from an unhealthy body?

The state of your blood, of course, is important, but so is your skin.

If your scars don’t heal quickly, then it will be a burden on your body.

It may eventually lead to discomfort of the whole body.

You yourself know best don’t you?

Well, that’s that. But there are things to that which make it convenient.

If my bite remains on your skin forever…

That would be a mark of my posession.

Even if you accidentally got caught by another man with your clothes all ripped…

If there were a lot of bite marks on your skin left by me, it will show that I own you, no?

Yes, in fact, if someone tries to ignore the number of perfectly beautiful bites that I have given you…

If such a reckless man exists, I will eliminate him before he reaches you.

Kuku…then? No matter what sort of hand touches you, I will erase it.

However, it seems that you like and are prone to falling into traps. So please, be careful.

Being sleep deprived and spaced out is not an excuse.

In that case, please try and have a proper sleep.

That said…what is with your sleeping posture?

With that sort of cheap pajama material, no matter how much you change the bedding it will not matter.

Because the design was cute, that’s why you picked it? You truly are a shallow person.

It seems as though there are several things in which I will have to properly train you again.

“Negligence” is the meaning of the word “sloppy”

Sleep quality is reduced with such negligence.

Here, touch my clothes.

Do you understand? What kind of material this is…

Yes, silk. Once you feel how smooth this is, you can never choose anything else.

Of course, this bed and pillow cover are also silk. You’ve noticed this much at least, haven’t you?

What a surprised sound you made…well, that’s fine.

Because silk is also excellent in humidity, it is perfect for wearing.

I will give you some next time.

In that case…well, let’s keep a design in mind for the moment.

It is important to choose something that would suit you.

You do not have to thank me. Because what is most suitable for you, that is something I know most.

Wide shouldered with an open neckline, a one-piece design would be good, wouldn’t it?

You’ll get cold? You don’t need to worry about such things.

If I suck your blood, your skin begins to heat up, and then you will no longer be cold.

If you twist your body and raise your voice, it’s only natural…for you.

That’s right, I’ve seen your twisted figure, it is useless to deny.

Lift up your face.

It seems you misunderstood. Honestly…you are a foolish person no matter how much time passes.

What you need is to be properly groomed, since you are only food.

In order to become suitable…do you understand now?

Even so…why are you looking at me with such eyes?

I have not said a single word of this thinking of you.

Despite this, I have told you what suits you.

It is natural to think that based on subjectivity? Think of your position.

Well even then. I need to know your hobbies.

If you want, I will give it a little thought.

I do not feel like giving you excessive expectation. Please do not hesitate.

[Your name]

What are you laughing for? Stop giving such a frustrating reaction.

*sighs* Is it not time you went to bed?

You are not sleepy? Please do not say such stupid things.

Even though I already explained this much, it’s amazing you can still say such things.

I see. It is important for you to consider actions that are in accordance with my will.

Are there secrets to sleeping well? That is something that exists without a doubt.

Speaking of things that make for a pleasant sleep, it is said that it is better to have a hot drink before going to sleep, no?

You already drank some? For once you had a good idea.

Then? What on earth did you drink?

Black tea?

Why did you choose black tea?

Enough already, tell me. Could it be that you heard it was good for sleep?

*sighs* As expected, you are disappointing.

Are you unaware that black tea, just like coffee, have the effect to hinder sleep?

No matter how relaxing the fragrance, you should avoid them because of such ingredients.

If you put something in the tea, though, the story may be different.

Yes. Because if you become unconscious, then you will sleep well.

Would you like to test it now? (The words he uses for this here already imply that he’s not being serious)

If you do not want to be told such a joke, then please correct yourself first.

Honestly, to be misled by such a rumor, you are a human that cannot be helped.

If you only listen to “others” you’ll only end up hurting yourself.

You only ever have to listen to what I say.

There’s no objection, right?

Before going to bed, hot milk is best. It would be good to drink some from now on.

It is important to do so, without question.

Let’s order some milk from the ranch. Getting it fresh every day would be good.

I don’t have to go that far? Exactly what are you misunderstanding?

I do not feel like drawing out your thoughts. This is simply all part of “food” (he’s referring to her) management.

Honestly…No matter how many times I say it, you never understand…*sighs*

I do not like doing things half-way. Even if it is something like “food” management.

In order to finish things perfectly, it is important not to go crazy for anything.

If you can move exactly how I’d like, I would not have to go this far.

It seems like you have a talent for making trouble for me… it’s upsetting.

…If you understand, then.

Go to sleep.

Why is it that you have to be ordered by me.

Moreover, you would like for me to leave the room. (It sounds awkward in translation, I wasn’t sure how to word it. But basically he’s annoyed by the fact that he constantly has to tell her things and she has no initiative on her own. And on top of no initiative, she wants him to leave the room so she can sleep alone)

No good. Since today I changed the pillow, I will stay here until you fall asleep.

Because it seems that you cannot sleep now that the pillow has been changed.

Well, you didn’t even notice that the pillow had been changed. Truly a disappointing woman. Be mindful of it.

Now, sleep. Close your eyes…yes.

-cuts to black-

*Reiji sighs*

Why is your body stiff?

With that sleeping face, you will be tired. That’s obvious isn’t it?

Please try your best to sleep. For example, isn’t there a pointless human saying about sheep?

Well, I don’t think such a thing will work. It is meaningless to know what little people think.

However, maybe it suits you. Try it.

*laughing* Did you really try it?

I don’t trust something so ridiculous…it’s silly.

But that’s exactly why…this foolish way suits you.

What happened? For you to be speaking to me while counting

Even with your eyes closed, can you feel my gaze on you?

There is no problem with that. Why should one take their eyes away from the target?

I must stay here until I can confirm that you are sleeping properly.

Or, could you be saying that I am an inconvenience by staying here?

If so, you must let me hear the reason. Come, say it.

It’s embarrassing? What are you saying?

I do not understand what it means to be embarrassed being next to me.

Think about it. Isn’t it funny for prey to be embarrassed by being near me?

Hm… Is there a different reason? It is nonsense to focus on one assumption.

So what other reason is there?

Are you feeling embarrassed that once again you’ve realized you are incompetent unlike myself?

Or are you feeling the shame and self pity for being unable to fulfill your role as food?

Later on, you will realize the advantage you have by having me.

This is how I…is it because I am staring at you from such a short distance?

Oh? It seems I found the answer.

*opens eyes*

-cuts to Reiji again-

Didn’t I tell you not to open your eyes?

*chuckles* Were you planning on stealing a glance?

If you’re planning to continue looking…

How about I look directly at you?

What’s wrong? You wanted to see, didn’t you?

It’s fine.

Ah, that’s right….this is a good opportunity. With such a thing, let us graduate from what is upsetting us.

From here on, I will allow you to get used to it.

So then, please adjust your gaze. Do not look away, please continue watching.

Excuse me.

Your pulse is faster than usual. I will keep this in mind.

With your eyes fixed on me…it may be more effective if we are closer together.

Woops. I cannot give you the option to escape.

I can’t bring you closer because I already have you roughly by the wrists…

That’s no fun. Then, come, closer to me. (the game makes you touch the screen so that you’ll get closer)

More.  Even closer.

What are you waiting for? I do not remember telling you to stop.

At this distance our lips will touch? *chuckles*…is there something wrong?

There is no problem. Continue…Or do you not want to touch me?

What are you saying after coming such a distance?

Kiss me.  (Ok the feel of this gets completely lost and I hate it but idk how the fuck else to translate it. It’s not as direct or harsh, it’s pretty soft the way he says it, more like he is requesting one from her, like ‘from you, a kiss if you please’ but not in so many words)

This is an order. You must absolutely obey my instructions.

Why are you upset? Even if you make me wait, I will not spoil you.

You understand don’t you?…Since expressions of commitment are fine, do hurry up.

*you have to touch the screen again for a kissu!*

*Reiji sighs*

Why did you avert your eyes?

Look while kisses are exchanged (ok but bastard closed his eyes in the CG??)

Yes, of course I was going to be looking to check.

However, even disciplining you in this fashion, it will take hundreds of years.

You can overwrite such feelings of embarrassment with something that feels good.

Don’t you think?

Furthermore, no one is saying to kiss deeply or intensely.

As for myself, I do not mind trying a kiss like…

I will dare to leave you here. It will also convey to me what sort of feelings you have.

However, I do not know how you truly think of me.

If it is to me, it is fine to show it as you’d like.

Why do you have such disappointed eyes?

*heroine closes eyes and kisses him*

Nn…

*opens eyes again*

Was this your answer?

*his smile gets bigger*

 …No, this is fine. It is not enough but…I understand.

Very well….*kisses her some more*

Your gaze…do not divert it…*more slow sensual kisses*

I would not say it is embarrassing, would you?

This kiss…

Because I received it from you.

I will let you get used to it….*more kissing*

*scoffs* What happened? Making that sort of face, your blood pressure is rising.

The blood vessels in you human beings are incredibly fragile, so please be careful.

But can you stop having such labored breathing over something like this?

It is not pleasure I want you to remember. It is comfort.

By touching your hands, forehead, lips.

I can understand that comfort has been gained.

Do you believe me?

*scoffs* What’s with that happy answer?

…if you say that, then calm down the speed of your pulse and relax.

And with that, you should try to sleep well.

Oh? Are you forgetting now? I came to manage your sleep.

That is why you must understand the original purpose exactly.

Are you going to sleep well?

I see. You are a troublesome woman.

Well then, for a little more…we can touch each other.

Calling it skinship is a bit awkward, but it cannot be helped.

Please do not be conceited. I do not accept all of your actions.

Well, like this…it is not so bad to feel warmth.

What? Do not hold someone’s hand without permission.

Your head? ….Like this?

*laughs* What sort of face are you making? In a stupid way, like that of a dog being groomed…it’s a happy face.

You’re the only woman who accepts my hand in such a happy way.

Good grief, for you to relax in such a way…

It seems that I will have to go to bed next to you every day…

Let’s do it like this for a while…just stroking…

Goodnight, [Your name]

*closes eyes*

*small pause*

*Reiji sighs*

*eyes open*

When I am with you…my condition gets worse.

This…you are sleeping unprotected in my arms…you are truly a strange person.

But, for sleeping side by side to be so comfortable…

It was unnecessary to point it out. Nevertheless…why?

This satisfaction…makes me feel like I’m being filled with warmth.

It was not supposed to be in such a way, but seeing as it is now, it cannot be helped.

Everything is your fault, [Your Name]

For today, I will sleep with you.

Even in your dreams…resting peacefully…goodnight. 

Worth The Risk {Part 09}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 /
Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 

Word Count: 2675
Warnings: panic attack tw, swearing, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

A/N: and here’s the next part of Worth the Risk! Hope you enjoy - i’m feeling a little awkward about this part? it felt choppy.. but i’m also just sick and stressed and very tired lol so idk if i’m just being hard on myself or if this is genuinely bad hoo boy but anyways, enjoy!

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

“Not me, birthday boy”

Bucky looked up at his best friend in confusion. Who else would have gone through the trouble for his birthday? He wasn’t particularly close to that many people in the tower and as far as he was concerned, he didn’t deserve any of this.

Steve continued to smile as he watched his overjoyed friend try to make sense of the situation.

“Which dame do you think is capable of putting together something like this, Buck?” Bucky turned around, eyes scanning over those in the room.

There was only one other person whom he was close to, and when his eyes met hers, he knew he had to be right. He took two large steps until he was face to face with Pam.

“Doll…”

Pam began to speak, mentioning something about Y/N, but Bucky wasn’t paying attention as he pulled her into his arms.

“What did I do to deserve a friend like you?” Bucky mumbled, looking down at his friend in adoration as they slowly began to pull away from one another. “Thank you so much.”

Pam nodded mutely, a small smile making its way on to her lips. But Bucky was so overwhelmed at that moment that he failed to notice discomfort behind it, or the panicked looks being exchanged around him. He was so overjoyed that evening that he had become blissfully unaware of the mistakes he and his friend had just made.

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Jealous Hanzo or McCree?

Jealous tropes are MY JAM.  I know it’s supposed to be an unattractive trait but damn, it’s awesome.  I love me some jealousy.


McCree


Even before you and Jesse had started dating you knew he was the jealous type.  But his jealousy was as humorous as it was sweet; he didn’t get violent or even vocal about it–he only pouted like a child.  Sometimes handsy as well, but loving.  The first time you noticed he was jealous was when you were at the shooting range and Jack had made a correction in your posture, placing his arm around you to show you a better shooting technique.  Jesse had been watching you from afar after you banished him for turning a serious shooting session into playtime, but you could still see his shoulders stiffen when Jack stepped closer.  He didn’t relax after Jack left, and instead leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and mouth downturned despite the cigar that hung from it.  

So it was no surprise to you when you were chatting with a new recruit in the records office when you felt two hands come around your waist and pull you close.

“Hello, darlin’,” Jesse said, placing a kiss on your neck.  The recruit you’d been talking to wasn’t perturbed by Jesse’s sudden appearance, and when you pretended as if Jesse wasn’t there they only furrowed their brow.   You shot the recruit a glare, silently telling him to ignore you boyfriend exactly as you were doing.

“Darlin?” Jesse asked when you didn’t respond.  You continued your conversation, discussing local dining options for the recruit to take his boyfriend.  You felt Jesse’s grip tighten around your waist, trying to get your attention.  His chin rested on your shoulder, his rim of his hat brushing against the top of your head.  His fingers drummed along your sides, playing with the hem of your shirt in an attempt to irk you enough to talk to him.

Still, you had far too much fun making him miserable.  He let out a long sigh, his breath making your neck and cheek hot.  With another heavy huff he stuck out his right hand to the recruit and said, “Afternoon, the name’s McCree.”

Before the recruit could accept the handshake you swatted Jesse’s wrist, making him pull back with a hiss.  Even the recruit had to raise their eyebrows at that.  Just as you were about to part ways you felt a thumb and index finger pinch hard on your bum, eliciting a squeak from your throat.  You tried to jump forward but Jesse’s other arm kept you in place, his hand now flat on your ass.

“Jesse!” you shouted.  As you twisted your neck to face him the recruit dashed off, already seeing how red your face had gotten; they probably didn’t want to stay to find out if it was anger or embarrassment.

“Well you weren’t paying me any attention, sugar,” Jesse said.  You struggled to get out of his grip but all you could do was face him, allowing him to keep you flush against his chest.

“Well are you happy now?” you questioned.  “I’m gonna kill you, is that enough attention?”

Leaning close, his nose bumped yours, his lips still in a grin.  He purred, “Do I look like an unhappy man?”


Hanzo


For someone so quiet and reserved, nobody expected Hanzo to be as possessive of you as he was.  It wasn’t obvious to some, but Genji saw the way his brother stared daggers at anyone that came into your vicinity.  It was so subtle, in fact, that you didn’t notice until McCree had placed his hand just a little too low on your back for Hanzo’s liking.  He was lucky it was his robotic arm, because you were certain Hanzo’s grip was crushing as he carefully removed it from your lower back.  

Of course, you’d given him hell for doing it.  In front of McCree no less.  To a certain degree it was sweet that Hanzo was protective of you but he couldn’t go around hurting people when they touched you, especially if it was your friend and a member of the team.  He gave little resistance, and you could see in his eyes that he knew what he was doing was wrong.  After that it didn’t help that McCree would sometimes go out of his way to wrap his arms around you, all the while sending a smirk to the archer.  Once you kneed him in the crotch for getting a little too happy at Hanzo’s discomfort he stopped, and Hanzo gave a rare grin.

One evening though, as you sat on your balcony with small cups of tea, you saw a small twitch in Hanzo’s lips as you told him about a bad pickup line from a cashier.  You questioned, “Why do you get so jealous?”

He must not have been expecting the question because you saw his adam’s apple bob as he gulped.  His face wasn’t as hard to read as most thought, and you saw as he went through the initial panic from your question to worry with a creased brow, to accepting it with a sigh.  “Do you not get jealous?”

You thought a moment, wondering if you did.  Hanzo didn’t exactly get hit on in public, but you saw the looks some would give him as he walked by.  He was an attractive man, you accepted that he turned heads.  You replied, “Don’t change the subject.  I don’t go around trying to break arms if you shake hands with someone.”

A small grunt came from Hanzo’s throat as he sipped his tea.  

You prodded, “Well?”

“I have not broken any bones,” he finally admitted.

“You nearly took McCree’s arm off and started hitting him with it,” you stated with a grin.

Seeing your smile made the tension in Hanzo’s shoulders relax, his teacup clinking as it touched against the glass table.  “That American is too handsy.”

“He only does it to get a rise out of you.”

Another grunt with pursed lips.  His eyes fell on his cup as he twisted it back and forth between his middle finger and thumb.  You waited, a little impatient, for his answer while he thought.  Finally, he told you, “You are important to me, I do not want to lose you.”

Your chair screeched against the stone balcony as you dragged it next to Hanzo.  You pressed the arm right against his chair and linked your elbow with his.  With a sigh you rested your head on his shoulder.  He continued to twirl his cup.

“Why would you lose me?” you asked.  

“I have done many things in my life,” he replied, “things that make me question if I am worthy of you.”

You flinched up, facing him.  He refused to look at you, and kept his eyes on his teacup.  “You don’t think you’re worthy of me?”

His silence was answer enough.

Taking one hand you pressed it against his cheek and forced his gaze to meet yours.  “Hanzo, please don’t put me on a pedestal.  And don’t worry about what you’ve done making me love you any less.  I love you.  You have nothing to fear.”

Stretching your neck up your lips met his, tasting of the honey he’d put into his tea.  With your forehead touching his you said, “And to answer your question, I do get jealous.  I don’t like it when other people look at you sometimes.”

“What do you do then?” he asked.  His knuckles stroked your cheek, his hand going to cradle the back of your neck.

“I remind myself that you and I share a bed,” you replied, “and I make sure to leave a little mark on your neck that you never notice to prove you’re mine.”

Hanzo hummed as he kissed you again.  “Perhaps I should mark you tonight so that McCree does not touch you tomorrow.”

You smiled.  “Now that, I’m very okay with.”

Got7 reaction to their s/o not realising they are being hit on

A/N - Requested by @babyaly~ I couldn’t tell from the request if you meant got7 were hitting on their s/o or if someone else was so I’ll just write it for got7 flirting with their s/o who doesn’t realise it.

Hi can I request got7 ’s reaction to their s/o being obviously hit on but like their s/o is completely and utterly clueless lol thank u 💖

Mark: Mark would just sigh and pull you closer to him, biting his lip as he shakes his head. He knew you could be a bit clueless when people flirted with you but he always forgot just how often you’d not notice it. He’d still find you cute though.

Originally posted by marksseunie

JB: JB would laugh and find it really cute if you were just clueless to the fact you were being hit on. He’d laugh at your innocence to it and might make his flirting a little more obvious and direct so that you actually realise you’re being hit on.

Originally posted by got7europe

Jackson: If you don’t realise it, Jackson will keep getting more and more direct with you until it gets to the point where he’s so forward that he’s just showing off his body. When you do realise it, he’ll probably shout in relief like “finally you noticed my attempts!”

Originally posted by ashirley246

Jinyoung: I think Jinyoung would find it the cutest if you couldn’t tell he was majorly flirting with you. He’d smile at your unawareness and would probably tease you a little for it. When you complain at him for teasing, he’d then just flirt again, making sure you knew this time.

Originally posted by j-miki

Youngjae: If you don’t realise that Youngjae is hitting on you, he’d probably blush and say something like “how can you not notice?” He’d be embarrassed because he had thought he wasn’t being that subtle but clearly he had to be more direct so you’d get what he was suggesting.

Originally posted by jypnior

Bambam: If you don’t catch on to his flirting pretty quickly, then Bambam will get straught to the point and not hold back with his flirtatious comments. He’ll make it pretty damn obvious that he’s hitting on you and won’t let his efforts go unnoticed.

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom: Yugyeom would probably be too shy to hit on you really forwardly so if you don’t notice his subtle hints, then he might just give up trying to get you to realise. That being said, if he’s feeling confident, he’ll use his body to make you realise what he was feeling.

Originally posted by yugybearr

what were you dreaming about?

Requested.

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word count: 1,242

**warning: SMUT**

My first time staying the night at Shawn’s, I was awoken by what I thought was Shawn talking. I rolled over and looked at the clock, thinking it was morning. However, it was only midnight. I thought I had heard Shawn’s voice, which made me think it was morning already. I rested my head on the pillow again and my head sunk into it. Not long after drifting back to sleep, I heard Shawn once more. He spoke softly, but he was normally not one to talk in his sleep, or so he said. Then, I heard what he was saying.

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Shawn moaned lowly. My eyes widened at what I heard. I rolled over to inspect, to see if what I thought was happening was actually happening. I pulled the blanket back slowly, trying my hardest to not wake him. Shawn was still sound asleep, but groaning my name with his large hand palming his erection. I nearly gasped at what I saw. Of course Shawn and I’d had sex before, but this was an exciting event for my first time staying the night at Shawn’s place.

I tried to wait it out, tried to wait to see if Shawn’s moans would cease. However, they did not. At least ten minutes had passed and he was still moaning my name along with, I’ll admit, quite filthy dirty talk. I reached to move Shawn’s hand from his length. I now rested my hand over him and began to kiss his jawline. I kissed sweetly, pressing my lips hard against his skin. With no response to my kisses, I decided to press my lips against Shawn’s skin more lustfully. My tongue slipped between my lips and glided over his cheek and a small amount of stubble hairs. My mouth hovered over Shawn’s ear. I exhaled deeply, not really knowing what to say.

“Shawn, wake up.” I said. From what Shawn has previously told me, he was a light sleeper. This was evidently true because as soon as I spoke to him, he woke up.

“Hmm?” He hummed. I smirked thinking about what I was going ask him. He hadn’t realized the position of my hand over his crotch yet or that my leg was draped over his. I sat up in bed and looked down at Shawn, who looked so sleepy at the moment.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked, giggling slightly. I waited for a reaction that was delayed because of Shawn being only halfway awake. Even with how dark the room was, I could still see Shawn’s eyes widen thanks to the bright moon shining in through the blinds.

“What?” He questioned, acting like he didn’t hear or understand me.

“You know what I said.” I smirked at him. The cool glow of the moon through the window still allowed me to see Shawn’s cheeks turn a deep, flushed shade of pink. I placed my hand on Shawn’s lower abdomen, which was thankfully bare.

“You.” He said bluntly, as if that weren’t obvious. Shawn looked genuinely embarrassed but hearing the way he whimpered my name made me ache for him. “How much did you hear?” When I told him I had been listening for a while, his flesh turned even redder. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

“So what exactly was I doing in this dream you were enjoying so much?” I asked Shawn finally. He looked up at me, into my eyes.

“Riding me,” he gulped. I had never done that before, so it was understandable why he would dream that. I pictured the thought of riding Shawn, me being in complete control. I felt myself grow wetter, moisture pooling in my panties. I moved over Shawn, moving one leg over one side of his body and the other leg to the other side. I looked up into his eyes when my fingers reached the waistband of his boxers. He nodded his head swiftly and I pulled the fabric off of him.

Shawn now laid below me completely nude and already with a full hard on. His long fingers tugged at the lace of my underwear then tossed them to the side. I hovered over his length before rubbing my slick folds up and down him. I nearly moaned when I moved up just barely too far and the head of his cock almost slipped into me. At this point, Shawn and I were beyond ready. Shawn reached over to his nightstand for a condom. He quickly tore it open and rolled it on.

My small hand wrapped around the base of his length. I lined Shawn up with my entrance and sunk down onto him. He bottomed out on the very first thrust, causing us to whimper in unison.

“In my dream you didn’t have a shirt on.” Shawn breathed out but chuckled while telling me. I rolled my eyes at him then threw my shirt at him. He caught it and threw it to the floor. I placed my hands on his upper abdomen and gripped onto him. My hips moved up then back down slowly to take in all of his cock.

Shawn’s hands gripped onto my thighs while I bounced on him. I kept the pace slow, trying let this last as long as possible. Shawn became impatient with the speed and thrusted his hips up. I looked up at him and saw droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead and that his hair was getting damp already. He still bucked his hips up, meeting me halfway with my thrusts.

“So tight and wet, baby.” Shawn groaned. I moaned as well when Shawn hit just the right spot. I rode him at the same angle so his cock would keep hitting that same spot. I became a moaning mess with my legs shaking, barely able to keep riding Shawn. Every roll of my hips was quick and sloppy as I came closer to my orgasm. I leaned over Shawn’s body. I pressed my lips to his while still rolling my hips onto him, bouncing on his length.

“I’m, oh fuck, I’m so close.” I whimpered. Shawn’s large hands grasped my breasts since they were basically right in his face. His thumbs teased my nipples and the extra sensation and pleasure sent me right over the edge to my orgasm. Shawn felt my walls spasm around his dick, letting him know I had orgasmed, if the sobs and moans hadn’t already.

Shawn thrusted up into me as I was too exhausted to do much more. I was so sensitive and Shawn’s sloppy thrusts didn’t help the matter. After a few rushed thrusts, he also came. I felt a spurt of warmth fill the condom as Shawn’s thrusts ceased. He kissed my forehead after pulling out of me. Then he left to go clean up and I remained laying underneath the sheets and blanket.

I was aware of Shawn being back in the bed by the mattress sinking in next to me and then his warmth behind me. Neither one of us bothered putting on clothes before we went back to sleep. Shawn sweetly pecked my cheeks before cuddling up to me.

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had, or at least I thought so.” I told him.

“So much better than my dream.” Shawn murmured. I laughed at him before saying our goodnights, then falling asleep soon after.