this ended up looking like shit ugh

BTS BOYFRIEND- Namjoon Edition

I looked at the masterlist and our inbox and realised that Namjoon is the only one we haven’t made a ‘boyfriend’ post about. So here we go :):)

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- LOTS AND LOTS OF CONVERSATIONS ABOUT THE MEANING OF LIFE. You’re not gonna have a boyfriend who has the IQ of 148 and do nothing

-He would take you EVERYWHERE WITH HIM. Whether that is: Dance practice, concerts, shopping, to meet him mum etc etc

- - You’d wake up to him having the whole duvet to himself and then you start to contemplate whether you or him should just get another bed

- Randmom outbursts of love. This includes flowers, little gifts and even taking you to your favourite restaurant after work

- Sometimes on the weekend, he would force you to have dance battles with him. He only does it to make a fool of himself and make you happy

- HOW YALL MET: You two were at the same restaurant waiting to get a takeaway and the waiter messed both of your orders up. You then spend the next 10 minutes just complaining about bad service and then somehow end up talking about the latest movies. 

- He alwaYS takes you to dance practice. He shows you off to the rest of the gang and boasts to Jungkook how he got a girlfriend first


- Would probably end up breaking half the things he buys for you

-You will have a rare jin pop out of no where when Namjoon isn’t around….’You better look after my baby, otherwise you will feel the wrath of my bad jokes’

- He would ALWAYS WALWAYS ALLWWWWAAAAYS compliment you on your figure. Always using words you don’t know the meaning of 


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- It may be a little awkward at first BUT ONCE YOU GET THE BALL ROLLINNNGG…OH BOOIII

- - Random winks from across the table



- SHIT TONNES AND TONNES OF FOREPLAY. Sometimes he does foreplay and fucks off, cos he knows how to leave you wanting for more


-LOTS and Lots OF NECK BITES AND KISSES. Don’t be surprised when you’reDon’t be surprised when you end up going to wrok the next morning with your neck looking bruised as fuck


Hope yall liked this…lots of people asked for this in our ask/inbox so hopefully this fULLFILLS YOUR NEEDDSS!!!!. BYFRIEND- BTS EDITION….OFFICIALLY TICKED OFF OF THE LIST. 

~~Much Love…Admin Marzipants x

anonymous asked:

So there's this post going around st*ny circles that basically says as a "burn", oh everyone's comparing Steve Trevor to Steve Rogers but "at least Trevor was a real captain" and lmfao what the fuck, do these morons not realize Cap is an actual fucking captain as well. It's not a fucking ~title~ or stage name, it's his goddamn rank, he's O-3 and he earned it because THAT IS HOW WARTIME PROMOTIONS WENT jfc. Ugh. Sorry for the impromptu rant in your inbox, I'm just fed up with this ignorant shit.

I’d be pissed along with you (normally I am whenever I encounter Steve hate) but I’m too amused at their ignorance. Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face! LOL! When you try so hard to be a hater, but end up looking like an idiot because you got your facts so incredibly wrong.

In other words, you are 100% correct, Anon, and the people who made and are reblogging that post are 100% wrong. Steve was a legit Captain.

Rank insignia for army officers, including the rank of Captain…

Steve Rogers in full army dress uniform circa Captain America: First Avenger

It’s called a field promotion or battlefield promotion. And when you skip a rank it’s called a jump-step promotion. Very common during WW1 and WW2, in fact, very common right up to the Vietnam War when such commissions were replaced by a centralized promotion system. 

According to the army website: “Battlefield promotions are predicated on extraordinary performance of duties while serving in combat or under combat conditions.”

Which is how Steve was awarded the promotion.

More on the practice of battlefield commissions: “A battlefield commission is awarded to enlisted soldiers who are promoted to the rank of commissioned officer for outstanding leadership on the field of battle. The granting of a battlefield commission has its historical predecessor in the medieval practice of the knighting or ennoblement of a plebeian combatant on the battleground for demonstration of heroic qualities in an exceptional degree.”

You know what the irony of this situation is? Years ago, circa 2009, a movie came out featuring a young soon-to-be Captain who was promoted in a very similar fashion to the way Steve Rogers was promoted by the end of the movie, i.e. skipping rank to be granted the commission of Captain after leading a courageous mission against a serious threat. That character was James T. Kirk, who, incidentally, was played by Chris Pine. And I once defended Kirk’s promotion in a similar way to the way I’m defending Steve’s rank now, as Kirk, like Rogers, is one of my all-time favorite characters.

I think I must be destined to a life of defending young Captains played by actors named Chris from imbeciles who don’t bother to check their facts before making ridiculous posts. :D

anonymous asked:

Can you do a super daddy!kink namjoon fanfic pls! Like the reader (gf) didn't text him or some shit like that so he doesn't touch or anything to punish her But she ends up masturbating to porn and he catches her "punishes" her ( ^^ sorry)

This rude fucker here like just ugh. ugh. HERE YA GOOOO ANON


Namjoon pursued his lips looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundred time that day. You were suppose to call him, text him, any fucking thing to let him know when you had arrived to your friends house. You told him you were going for a girls night out. Which he understood he couldn’t expect you to always be under him in the house 24/7 but what he didn’t expect was you to completely ignore him and not tell him anything. What if you were hurt? Dead? He knew he was overreacting a little bit but he set rules for a reason and he knew that you had guy friends who were going to be there. He trusted you but not them, and he would kill anyone that put hands on what belonged to him.  With a frustrated huff Namjoon went to his room slamming the door shut laying to sleep. 


As soon as the door opened he was on the couch waiting for you to come into the front room. You stilled a bit dropping your bags on the floor smiling widely as if nothing was wrong. “Hi daddy!” 

“Shut up.” He growled eyes dark, bags under his eyes and you frowned wondering why he was being so harsh.

“What’s your problem?!” You asked him walking towards him slowly.

“My problem?!” He growled standing up towering over you. “You were supposed to fucking call me last night! And you didn’t you didn’t say shit nor inform me! I thought I could sleep but all I could do is think of my baby girl and what she was doing. So don’t come in here asking my damn problem when you disobeyed my rules. I do not ask for much, just a little but if it is too much for you then pack your shit and leave because I refuse to have someone who can’t even fucking follow directions.” Namjoon snarled, his veins popping out of his neck as he stormed to the room. His words hurt you, made your eyes water as tears feel down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to not follow orders, you were just having fun and you forgot and when you remembered you figured he was sleeping. Tired and groggy you grabbed your stuff going to your room, knowing he didn’t want to be bothered with you.


For a month it was complete hell, Namjoon had forgiven you but he was still pissed at you. He didn’t even let you kiss him for too long before he was walking away from you. You hated it, you were beyond sexually frustrated and you felt your pussy getting tighter with each passing day. Namjoon did shit on purpose too, just to piss you off. Walking around without a shirt. Letting his pants hang low on his waist as he sat beside you. And you heard him at night not even needing porn, but playing the tapes of you two fucking jerking himself off hard until he was ruining his sheets.

One day, while he was gone you sneaked into his room finding the sex tapes between the two of you, already being naked from taken a shower as you laid on the bed spreading your legs. You had gotten a rotating dildo to help you relieve yourself shoving it deep inside of your pussy to stretch you back out as the scenes on the screen in front of you showed Namjoon pounding into you against the wall. The way his hips lifted you up and down always did wonders, because he knew to spots to hit to get you wound up. Your mind wandered as you licked your lips thrusting the toy in and out of yourself faster, your release becoming much closer since it had been so long since you had anything. It was easier for you to cum. Almost, you were /almost/ there. 

“Having fun baby girl?” You damn near jumped out of your skin, with widen eyes looking towards the door. Namjoon wore a dark expression, shirt and pants already shed as he leaned against the door frame. He watched you eyes raking every where as he tsked to himself shaking his head. And you could slowly feel your orgasm dying down. 

“I suppose it’s been long enough, but you knew not to fucking play with yourself with me. Always breaking rules. I guess I can punish and fuck you.” Namjoon smirked to himself, watching as you laid still for him. He went and grabbed a pair of handcuffs lifting your hands above your head flipping you on your stomach. He leaned over you moaning in your ear as he grabbed the toy pushing it in and out of your pussy in a fast motion the wet sounds of the toy fucking you causing his erection to harden and precum to streak against his boxers. Fuck he missed you, and the way you moaned and shook under him made him want to tear you apart. As soon as your back arched he was yanking to toy from you sucking off your juices watching as you protested from not cumming. 

“Y/n I bet you’ll obey me next time.” He warned before going to his closet. He got out a few things before walking downstairs and coming back to place a bucket of ice on his night stand with a water bottle on top of it. He grabbed it pressing it against your pulse point to let your orgasm and arousal die down. After a few minutes he was taking it from you to place it back on ice before he grabbed a sleek purple vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. He slipped it inside of your pussy as well as lubing up some weighted balls that were big slipping one inside of your ass letting the other hang. “You know how this goes, if you don’t squeeze around this and hold it in, it’ll fall out. Hold it in or I will not let you cum, for the next two months.” He threatened before getting off the bed grabbing his belt from his pants on the ground. 

You were in complete hell, your body trembled, your nipples were hard and to perky from how he was treating you. You felt so full with the weighted items inside of you, and you had to squeeze around both but it caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside of your pussy pressing against your spot, to make matters worse Namjoon came up behind you to spread your legs on the bed the only thing holding your upper body was the damn handcuffs and they dug into your skin from how hard you tugged to have them off. But it was all in vain, he was in control and he loved every bit of it. 

Namjoon gripped his belt, and started to give you hits to the ass and you didn’t need him to tell you what else to do. “One.. Two!” You started to count out as he spanked you with his belt, causing your ass to feel on fire as he created whelps on your ass from the belt. He watched your ass jiggle groaning as he leaned down to turn the settings on high one hand coming up to play with your breast as the other spanked your ass, he made each hit harder and made sure to angle his wrist different ways so that he didn’t mark just one spot. He looked down at your body trembling under him, your juices slipping onto the bed as your eyes brimmed with tears. 

“Aww baby.. Don’t cry..” He feigned concerned as he pulled away from you. Namjoon opened a bottle of alcohol and after go a silver bullet pressing it on your clit causing more stimulation to your already throbbing pussy as he poured the alcohol onto the whelps causing screams of pain to fill the room, he watched the lines from his hits outline your skin in a frenzy of designs and he smirked proud of his works. “Almost.” He called out before he took the bullet from your clit and he turned the vibrator off but left it inside of you. 

He went into the bathroom and grabbed a candle from under the counter before he grabbed a lighter letting it get hot walking back to you, Your body was going limp and he knew soon, your knees would give out. He sat the candle down before he slid the weighted ball from your ass only to replace it with a crystal clear butt plug that was way thicker than the balls. Another scream ripped from your throat and he spread your legs even wider going under to pull the small vibrator from your pussy using his tongue to flick and suck up the wetness from your sensitive pussy. He pulled back licking his lips before he got out another dildo with a butterfly on it. He pressed it into you, letting it turn on to fuck your insides while the butterfly bobbed up and down against your clit to tickle it. 

“FUCKING HELL PLEASE! I’M SORRY NAMJOON! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” You sobbed weakly. He kept building you up to tear you down and you couldn’t handle the tug of war with him. You were a mess crying and shaking only wanting a release and your pussy was so sensitive anything near it set you off. You looked at him watching that shit eating grin appear on his face as he grabbed the wax. 

“You’ll behave from now on. I’m sure.” He purred letting the wax fall on your back. Your cries fueled him, it brought the monster out of him, and made him want to own you. He first let it fall down both of your legs and traced wax on your arms, before he was spelling his first and last name down your back using almost all of the candles. He watched as you shook with pain and pleasure under him setting the candle down and blowing it out. He let the wax cool letting his finger press the butterfly hard against your pussy before he pulled away making sure it was cool before he grabbed a whip that he had under his bed. He brought it up against your legs first, breaking the wax there up causing more whimpers to fill his ears, he was too far gone now not even worrying if he was going overboard or not. 

He let all of the wax break and fall from your skin before he went to your arms to break the wax there. Lastly he was at your back whipping you painting your skin with more pretty marks and finally you gave in falling against the bed as your knees gave out. He hummed surprised with his work finishing cracking the wax. He next grabbed ice tracing it over your wounds to soothe them and hear more cries from you. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold on a bit more, but the mixing of the pain and pleasure as well as the heat had you about to pass out. He was ruining you, your tears soaked the sheets, your orgasm was back at full blast wanting to release and as you expected he cut the dildo pulling it from you but still you hoped that he would let you cum. It was in vain. Always. He shoved the dildo in your mouth watching you choke as he face fucked you pulling the butt plug from your ass slowly. He lifted your hips before shoving his boxers down to his knees grinding his dick up and down your sore slit. You were done, your limbs were jelly, he had to hold you up because you were too weak. 

Namjoon slammed into you, filling you up in one go. He didn’t even let you adjust since you had, had so many toys inside of you he felt you were stretched enough. He started to relentlessly plow into your pussy pushing his hips hard against yours with brutal force as if he was seeing if he could break you. His name mixed with daddy fell from your lips and he loved it, hearing the weakness there how you gave into him. It made him pulse inside your pussy. He knew you were close but like a good girl you would hold out for him. So he gripped your hair tangling his fingers into the strands to yank your head back crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and rough manner. 

His free hand moving to rub your clit as he let you fall back against the mattress his hips fucking yours into the bed. He pinned you under him with his hips, grinding his at a fast pace to keep the drill going wanting you to release. His tongue shoved down your throat while he let you taste the faint remains of yourself on his tongue. Namjoon growled feeling you squeeze around him, your clit was throbbing, he felt your orgasm clenching into your stomach. 

You writhed under him against the sheets trying to keep up with his kisses. Your mind was blank and the only think you chanted was yes and more. You spread your weak legs wider as they started to tingle, your orgasm starting a slow fire inside of you. 

“Cum baby. Soak my dick.” Namjoon grunted as he pulled away from your lips to moan against your ear. He licked the shell of your ear biting and nipping on it before he went to your neck sucking on his mark on your skin as you nodded giving into him. 

“DADDY!” Was all you had the strength to scream out as your orgasm took over your limbs. You cummed on his dick not even arching your back but dropping your head forward in tiredness. Namjoon continued fucking you like a rag doll grunting and growling until he was cumming inside of your pussy stilling his hips. He shuddered as he released long thick ropes inside of you making sure it was all out before he slowly pulled out. Namjoon uncuffed you after awhile seeing that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. 

In a blur you watched things as Namjoon cleaned up the space around you, you heard the running of water, the smelling of lavender and then you felt the water on your skin as you were getting cleaned. You could barely keep your eyes open and everything screamed, every limb burned but you let Namjoon take care of you. Once you were clean he dried you off and laid you naked on the bed. You felt his strong rough calloused hands putting cream onto your body and it was to soothe all the markings he had made. The monster was gone and your sweet loving boyfriend was back. Once he was finished he was scooping you up in his arms and you heard the words uttered to your ears only falling asleep after tiredly saying it back. 

“I love you too Joon.”


I need to take my ass to bed, what the fuck did I just write.


So dating the infamous Emperor Hwang would include:

  • is literally like the guys from k-dramas we all cry over
  • is actually a prince (?)
  • always shows up with your favorite flowers to pick you up from work or classes 
  • and probably has a list of your favorite things noted down you don’t know about
  • will probably keep the pet-names for when you two are together
  • but sometimes he would call you “sweetheart” or “darling” by mistake in public
  • would sing you to sleep and probably make cute little songs about you 
  • he is really smart so you two would have all kind of discussion about absolutely anything and there won’t be a dull moment when you’re together
  • so well-mannered and protective 
  • like always holds the door and your bag whenever you two are out 
  • lends you his jacket if you’re cold or if he thinks your dress is too short 
  • even so, I don’t think he likes showing too much PDA, like maybe holds your hand, but no kisses or whatsoever cause he is more of a conservative person
  • would turn into a cuddle monster once you two are alone and he would be literally glued to you
  • loves playing with your hair cause he thinks it smells so good 
  • would always ask you to put your head in his lap so he can play with it plus he also gets to look at your face so it’s a win for him 
  • always sending good night and good morning texts with cute little heart emoticons in them like 
  • “good morning, sweetheart. i hope your day will be as beautiful as you  ♡ ♡ “
  • and you would squeal cause it’s so cringey, but so adorable at the same time 
  • would always make time to call you in between schedules and you would hear the Nu’Est members complaining in the background 
  • cause he is too lovey-dovey and they think it’s gross, but are secretly loving the two of you together
  • probably spams you with pictures of himself when he is bored and then gets sad if you don’t send any back
  • “but minhyun i look like shit and i’m sick”
  • “ha… nonsense, Y/N. you always look good, now send me a picture of your pretty smile”
  • “no”
  • “ok no more hugs for you then, goodbye”
  • so you end up sending him a bunch of pictures and he will say you look gorgeous even if you look like a beggar
  • would probably annoy you to clean your room if you’re more of a messy person of just clean it for you
  • “ugh, what would you do without me, honey?” 
  • “good thing I have you”
  • “you’ll always have me” 
  • I feel like he is someone who would like talking about the future of your relationship 
  • and just like plan ahead your holidays, his days off and just basically your life 
  • he would see a cute kid with his parents while you two are are out and you’d catch him look at him and smiling 
  • and you’d go “ours is gonna be even cuter, minhyunnie” 
  • and he’d blush and be all flustered like “what? hahaha, yes i’m sure” but i think he secretly has the babies’ names chosen already 
  • he likes it when you cook for him and will try to help you or just assist you in the kitchen 
  • but you need your own space so you’d tell him to go away and he’d get all pouty 
  • “ugh fine, you can stay here” 
  • and then he’d be the happiest boyfriend ever and give you a backhug while you’re cutting vegetables and kiss your cheeks multiple times 
  • i believe he is really vanilla in bed
  • probably has a bit of experience, but I don’t think he would be intro trying weird stuff; maybe just some light spanking and hair pulling if you would ask
  • in my opinion he has medium stamina, not too much and not too little, just enough to satisfy both of your needs 
  • is more of a switch and doesn’t mind it whether he is bottom or top 
  • would be a gentleman even in bed
  • very loving and sweet
  • likes holding you close to him and kiss you everywhere, but mostly of your lips 
  • would worship your body and always tell you how beautiful you look 
  • not very vocal, but you would hear him moan a lot
  • he would have his eyes closed and moan sweetly as you go down on him
  • but I think he would be too shy to ask for a blowjob so you’d have to take charge and either do it yourself or ask him if he wants one
  • and he’d be like “umm.. if you want. i don’t mind” 
  • is soooo smooth and sensual when he goes down on you
  • kisses you everywhere with so much passion and takes a long time eating you out just to make sure you’re satisfied
  • I don’t think he has any particular kinks 
  • but if you told him you really really really wanted to try something he would probably agree after thinking a bit about it 
  • however, i feel like he wouldn’t accept if it was something involving rough bdsm, choking and other kinks among the type of those 
  • he would be scared for your safety more than anything 
  • but he loves you a lot and doesn’t want you to be sad cause he said no so he’ll probably suggest something a bit lighter
The Chemistry of Love

Pt 1

SummaryThere is a chemical formula for LOVE: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin, which can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. 

You didn’t want to feel love, you hated it and you weren’t gonna overdose on it, because to love means to expose oneself, means to be weak. And you didn’t want to be weak; you didn’t want to be weak anymore.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut/fluff 

A/N: Just right out of the oven, I don’t know If I will continue it but I wanted to give it a try, just tell me what you think about it :) 

Inspired by the picture below lol. 

Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language 

It was a sunny Friday day of spring as you walked through campus to get to your first class, you loved spring; air turning warmer, nature starting to grow, days becoming longer… but what you hated about it was seeing the “lovely” couples making out in front of everyone, couldn’t they just do that inside closed doors? Losers, they don’t know is just chemicals in their brains you thought to yourself, one day or another one of them is gonna end up with a broken heart because of some shit the other did, telling the other that it didn’t feel the same anymore instead of telling that he/she was fucking someone else. Love didn’t exist.

Your father left your mother when you were just a baby; It destroyed her in ways you can’t even explain. When you are little people tell you that if a boy treats you wrong it because he likes you, so you grow up with this conception in your mind and when you are older you find yourself crying over some fuckboy who threw you in the trash the moment he got what he wanted. And this circle would repeat itself again and again.  You start to feel the need of physical and emotional affection so you run to the first man who will provide you that, the thing is that they only provide you the physical part, you have fun for a while until you start to feel empty again and when you began to ask for some emotional affection they guy runs away. And that is was what happened to your mother endless of times.

You didn’t have a romantic loving relationship you could look up to when you were younger so when you were just a kid you dreamed about finding someone to love and be loved back like it happened in the movies but with the years that dream began to vanish until the point you didn’t believe in love anymore. For you it were just chemicals in your brain, you didn’t want to admit it but you hated the idea of becoming someone like your mother, a clingy sad person who couldn’t live without a man by her side.

You felt bad for thinking that way but the moment you were able to take off from home you didn’t even though about it. You loved your mother but you despised seeing her fall for some man and then end up drunk, crying all over the floor. You tried to help her several times but it just didn’t work, what made her happy was being with a man, not being with you.

With time and experiences you formed the idea that certain people could never be loved. It just is not their destiny; they are not made for that. And you were one of those people.  You’ve always totally refused to believe that it was important, you always tried to convince yourself that it didn’t matter, that one can be happy being alone, that there are just people who are born for that and other people who are not and you were one of the latter. But at the same time, deep down, you hoped that someday it would change.  It’s like everything and everyone around us says that love is the greatest prize that someone can have in this life, as the most beautiful feeling that one can ever feel. But what if … there are people who are not destined for that? What if, you are a person who will never feel that? It annoyed you and terrified you to your bones to think that the only thing that makes us humans feel fully and purely happy is love.

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in the down

the absolute turmoil -  yoongi/ofc drabble series
part one

words: 1,558
warnings for mental illness and related mature themes.

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Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Swallowing, she accepts the call and hits the speaker button while simultaneously pausing her fourth-in-a-row rerun episode of Project Runway.

“Hey,” she says into the room and the mic of her phone.

“Hey,” Yoongi’s voice comes through the speaker, his deep voice slightly muffled from the terrible phone service she gets. “How are you doing?”

She clears her throat and answers, “Well, I just ate three packets of Annie’s gummy bunnies for dinner, so that probably answers your question.”

“That bad, huh?” he asks. She’s silent, and she hears him sigh over the increasing crackle of a poor-quality phone call. “Mina, I wish you’d talk to me.”

Her laugh comes out strangled and she looks up at the ceiling of her apartment. “I just… I feel like I’ve said everything I can say. At least without repeating myself, you know?”

“I know you – repeating–”

“–Yoongi, I’m sorry, I can’t hear shit again, you know my service is so bad. Text me?”

“No, I hate – about stuff like thi – coming over, okay?”

He either ends the call before she can answer or it drops altogether and Mina lets out an ugh. She contemplates a quick shower before he gets to her place–she’ll have time. She knows for certain he’ll pick up food first, unsatisfied with her sugar-and-gelatin dinner. Her hair is just in need of a wash, and while her face was clean and dewy with what felt like a thirty-step skincare routine, she knew her dark circles were more purpled than usual and her skin-tone was looking a bit on the sallow side.

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a thousand and one//taehyung

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Friends with Benefits!au | College!au ; 3.4k words of cringe worthy fluff.

“I’ll give you a thousand.”

“A thousand and one.”


His eyes were the shade of deep brown with specks of honey gold that you could easily get lost into, beneath the bright stripes of city lights splayed over the bed through the window. And those beautiful dark hues were currently looking at you, sending your heart soaring into your throat, making you feel warmer underneath tangled sheets.

“What?” You bit your bottom lip, chuckling from the giddiness but never shying away from his gaze.

He lips curved into the most radiant smile, the sun didn’t even come close in comparison. A set of pearly white teeth blinded your sight as he returned your amused look.

“You know, from this distance you look kinda sorta pretty.” He offhandedly insulted.

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Pond Life

Prompt: Kiss
Pairing: Destiel
Tags/Warnings: Five and one, homophobic language, ponds, fluff, happy ending, near drowning, hurt/comfort
Summary: Five times Dean and Castiel don’t quite get to kiss and the one time they do.
Word Count: 3,620 


ONE – eight years old

Castiel had moved into the blue house across the road four years ago and they’d become fast friends ever since. It was after a time when Dean needed all the friends he could get. Dean didn’t talk to Castiel for months after meeting Castiel but eventually with a lot of help and encouragement from his dad, Dean began to say hello.

They spent all their time together after that and if people thought it was weird, they didn’t care.

One of their friends had asked why they didn’t have a girlfriend, but they had each other – what would they need a girlfriend for? Girls were gross and they had cooties! Plus, everyone’s girlfriends last the best part of a day before they were ditched.

Dean met Cas down by the pond behind Castiel’s house like they always did after school. Dean liked that they were still short enough that their toes didn’t get wet when they sat on the edge of the jetty. They weren’t supposed to be on the jetty in case one of them fell in, but Dean could swim a whole fifty meters unaided so he deemed that good enough.

“Hey, Cas!”

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel turned and he smiled as Dean sat down beside him. But his smile soon turned and Dean frowned.

“What’s the matter, Cas?” Dean asked, nudging Castiel’s elbow with his own.

“Do you think it’s nice to kiss someone?” Castiel asked.

“I dunno. Sammy’s kisses are all wet and gooey. It’s gross!”

“My dad gave me these pictures of my mommy.” Castiel explained sullenly. He handed three pictures over to Dean who flicked through them. One of them was from just last year with Castiel and his mom together at the beach.

“Is this the one you’re on about?” Dean asked, holding up the photo of Cas’ parents kissing as a very young Castiel grinned at the camera.

“Uh huh… do you think it’s nice?”

“My dad says boys should kiss the girls he likes… like your mommy and dad.”

“You can kiss boys you like too!” Cas exclaimed.

“You can?”

Dean handed back the photos and Cas returned them to the small backpack he’d taken with him.

“We should try it,” Cas said.

“Okay, you’re my best friend, Cas, so that works, right?”

“Uh huh.” They turned to face each other, awkwardly wondering how this even worked and if, perhaps, something magical would happen. It always did in the fairy tales they were told.

Just as they got themselves sorted their names were hollered by Cas’ dad. He came closer and took each of them by the hand, taking them away from the edge of the pond.

“I’ve told you boys several times to keep away from the edge of the pond. Castiel – you cannot swim okay.”

“I can!” Dean piped up helpfully.

“Dean… it doesn’t work like that. Yes, you can swim, but you couldn’t get Castiel out of the water. Both me and your dad have told you this. I think it’s best you go home and explain what’s happened.”

Both the boys sighed quietly and Dean kicked the dirt before heading back to his house, only stopping once to turn around and wave goodbye to Cas.

TWO – sixteen years old

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you know what pisses me off
the fact that makeup is so ridiculously gendered

i know I’m starting to occasionally pass as male w the people in my course, i know at least a couple of them think I’m a guy
and like
sometimes i wanna wear makeup!!! be sparkly and pretty!!!! but I’m afraid that if i come to class wearing makeup the few people who think I’m a guy will change their minds!!! if i end up getting more masculine looking i wont have this problem bc I’d be more confident that people thought i was a guy, but I’m kinda straddling the line atm and it’s making decisions like this more difficult and basically i hate that this entire worry is based on societal expectations and perception n shit and just



“Y/B/F/N you won’t believe what happened. I broke up with him. I caught him cheating on me with that bitch Alexis, like what the actual fuck? He told me it was his cousin when I asked him about her. I’m seriously done with boys. I think I might turn into a lesbian unless I find myself a Chris Evans look alike or Chris Evans in general. Ugh, I hate him.” You blurt out fast and sighed.

There was laughter erupting from the other end of the line but you realized it was a male laughter. You were confused and took a look at the number you had dialed. “Shit, this is the wrong number. Who am I speaking with?” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “This is Chris Evans.” You could hear his smile through his voice. “Haha. Very funny. Prove it. Tweet it.” You challenged him. “Fine.” He said and you could hear his keyboard while he was supposedly typing. “There.” He said. “Go see.” You went to your laptop and onto Chris Evans’s profile on twitter and noticed a tweet that was sent some seconds ago and it said “On the phone with the cutest unknown girl.” Oh my God, he was Chris Evans. “Are you convinced now?” You heard him say. “Pretty convinced.” You said shocked. “How about we meet one day this week, whenever you want, and you tell me all about Alexis? I got out of a pretty bad relationship myself and I need to take it out, so.” Chris Evans just asked you out!!! “Yeah, why not? How about tomorrow at 8 a.m.?” You said. “Sounds good. Text me later about your address. You have my phone.” “Will do.”

Eric x Reader

Words: 1027

Warnings: Swearing, blood, fighting, sassy reader, barely any romance(subtext?), some ooc Eric i think

Note: pretty sure there’s a second or even third part to this somewhere on one of my computers or USBs. Just have to find them. Oh well, hope you like this fam ^^


I could feel my eye swelling up, I could feel the bruise forming on top of my cheekbone. Was I trying to act like it was nothing? Yes. Was it working? Definitely not. Jen and Ash could see it. Well, anyone with eyes around the table could, really. I had been up against Drew in a fight and even though I had won, he had been able to throw some pretty bad punches at my face.

“(Y/n), are you sure you don’t want to go check that at the infirmary?” Ash laughed, putting his hand on my shoulder. Ash and I had been friends way back in Candor too, so he was obviously my oldest friends in that room. We had known each other for over ten years.

“Yeah your face looks like shit” Jen grinned cheekily, her mouth stuffed with food. I rolled my eyes at my other friend’s comment taking my own bite of the food. Jen and I had met here, and honestly she was hilarious.

“I look hot and you know it” I smirked ignoring the pain I felt while changing my facial expression, which ended up with me scrunching my face up even more.

“Ugh, I just hope Drew looks worse.” I added pushing my plate away so I could rest my forehead against the table. Jen laughed.

“Yeah, well he’s not here right now so I bet he’s at the infirmary” Ash smirked as I sat up again.

“Or he’s too embarrassed to show his nasty face in here” Jen requested but both of them shut up pretty quickly. One of our leaders, Eric was currently making his way over to us, and after he made Christina hang from the Chasm for basically nothing I think both Ash and Jen were terrified of him. I wasn’t though.

“You’re face took quite the beating, initiate.” He said directing the statement to me.

“Really? Thanks, I didn’t notice.” I answered pretending to be very interested in my food again. Almost everyone around the table became quiet. Everyone could see the annoyance on Eric’s face.

“Get up” he ordered. I shrugged a little bit, stood up and he then grabbed my upper arm and proceeded to drag me out of the room. Well, kind of dragged at least. I kind of just went with it. I heard Jen make a comment to Ash about me having to know when to shut up. I almost laughed at the comment. Well she obviously didn’t know anything at all. I forced the smile back and kept it like that until we were outside the room where we train.

“How do you expect passing if you can’t even protect yourself?” he asked looking at me with an annoyed look. I sighed, running my hands over my face.

“Then tell me, oh so amazing leader, what did I do wrong? Did I not win good enough?” I retorted as he pushed the door open walking in to the training room. I was just about to walk in when I heard someone call my name, followed by stomping.

“I saw you talking to Jared yesterday and I’m here to tell you to back the fuck off. He’s my boyfriend. If I ever see you speaking to him again I swear I will-“A girl with purple hair and a lot of freckles were suddenly angrily hissing at my face. Well talk about timing. Her voice just got louder and louder throughout the sentence, so finally I had to cut her off.

"Listen honey, I don’t know who you are, and I certainly don’t want your boyfriend. Actually, no one wants your boyfriend. That’s most likely why he is with you. You seem to have a horrible personality. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m kind of busy.” And with that I walked in to the training room after Eric, and shut the door in her face. I watched as Eric had a small amused smile on his lips, which soon disappeared when he stepped on to the mat. I watched him very carefully, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Well, are you coming or not?” he asked rising his eyebrows at me. Looking as confident as I could, I managed to put on a smile as I strutted over to the mat.

“Sorry, I was just planning my funeral” I finally said taking off my leather jacket and throwing it to the side, to make sure I would be able to move more freely.

“Just remember to protect you face” he said and so the fight began.

I managed to block a lot of his punches, and I did hit him more times than I first had thought I would, but I still ended up being the one on the floor trying to stop my face from bleeding. Eric helped me up into a sitting position, and grabbed my hands to keep them away from my face so he could see how bad it was.

“I told you to protect your face.” He stated lifting me up so I was standing instead and tilted my face up towards the light to see better. Seeing his facial expression, I guessed that it was pretty bad. As if all the blood hadn’t already given it away. “Let’s get you back to my room to get this cleaned up.”

I didn’t answer as I was pretty busy not getting blood everywhere. We were soon at his apartment and he asked me to just sit still and try to not get blood on anything as he got his first aid kit and some ice. When he finally did come with the stuff my lip had almost stopped bleeding. Putting a cloth soaked in disinfectant to my lip, he almost smirked when I flinched.

“Shut up, it stings like a bitch.” I scowled. He smirked and threw the cloth to the side, and brought the ice up to my eye. When I realized a bruise was starting to form over Eric’s jawline and a little bit up over his cheek I couldn’t help but smirk and lift my hand to brush my fingers over it.


“When I was a little girl, my dad would read the paper every Sunday, and my mom would read a book nearby. And I would sit at the top of our stairs and just watch them. Watch them be still together. And when I think of being in love, that’s what I picture – days like that. And nights like this.” 

#and in the end #the little girl got the beautiful love story she deserved

dating Jungkook would include

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  • do you mean, how many texts can one boy send you in the space of one minute
  • serious man about texting
  • he doesn’t double text, he like 19-texts
  • usually it’s about weird things and memes
  • but sometimes he’s serious and shows how clingy he is irl 
  • clingy??? jungkook??? of course he is lorddddd
  • he’s the type to brag about how wet he makes you then two minute later cling to your arm in a beauty store
  • it’s the little things that tell you he loves you
  • like a text at 7pm his time, which is 8am your time, telling you good morning 
  • ‘morning to you too lol but how’d you know I got up now?’
  • ‘jimin told me the time difference ofc’
  • skype sessions always
  • and we’re talking intense Skype calls where you tell each other really deep things
  • he giggles when he tells you something cute 
  • then adds a quick 'lol joking’ to the end 
  • he’d be your boyfriend but also the source of your pain too
  • uhhh, as in he mocks you 25/8
  • that meme about 'you look pretty'—'what?'—'I said you look shITTY’ is 1000% jeon jungkook 
  • ngl there’d probably be a group chat with the rest of the maknae line for #badpics
  • ones which you’d send Jungkook at the dead of night
  • 'where’d you get this babe,,’
  • 'what’d you eat to pull this face? we don’t get answers for everything jungkook’
  • but on a serious note he’d also be so cute and shy
  • when you finally bring him over to meet your friends he’ll be really quiet
  • like you’re worried that he’s sick he’s that shy
  • but then when one of them cracks a joke he suddenly starts to lighten up a little
  • this lil cutie pie ugh it’s sickening
  • starts off as the big spoon but ends up as the little spoon in the morning
  • hogs the blankets too
  • makes up for it with his insanely hot body
  • wink wink
  • dem white shirts would also make great dresses
  • 'why are you wearing my clothes?’
  • 'because I look cute’
  • 'damn..u right’
  • then proceeds to either be cute as shit or have you ride his face
  • speaking of, he’d probably like that a lot
  • he seems like the type to love it when you show him that you need him
  • and he’d like touching you
  • kook’s thing is being an absolute tease unless you beg him 
  • but also there’s gotta be sub!kookie somewhere beneath that likes cuddles
  • even if he won’t admit it to anyone
  • either way he’d be the best boyfriend
  • he’d probs low key buy matching couple pyjamas too
  • #memekook strikes again
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Lara’s eyes watered, she shook her head and took a deep breath, repeating over and over in her head that she was stronger than a crying little brat. She wiped her teary eyes away with the back of her hand and turned around on her heel.

It was then that she vowed to force herself to stop wanting Lucas.

She had to face reality and the reality of her situation was clear; Lucas didn’t want her other than to treat her like a little sister. Yes it bothered her but she also realized that maybe she had just laid eyes on the wrong guy.

Maybe if he hadn’t been her step-brother, she wouldn’t have wanted him as much as she did now. She couldn’t understand it; she knew of his player ways, she knew the amount of broken hearts he left behind and how many crying girls left their houses whenever Lucas dropped the major bomb.

She knew she was stepping on dangerous grounds as soon as she saw Lucas differently, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Heaving out a sigh, Lara closed her door behind her and suddenly felt all the vulnerability taking over her. A small sob escaped her lips and she groaned. She didn’t want to cry over this! It was stupid to do so!

There were plenty of guys out there that she could sleep with and try to find pleasure; Lucas wasn’t the last man in the world!

Nonetheless, Lara didn’t feel any better. Again she turned to Jonah for comfort and quickly dialed his number.

After a couple of rings, her friend answered the call. “What’s up, baby girl?”

“Jonah,” Lara whimpered, “he’s fucking some whore.”

Jonah widened his eyes from the other line almost dropping his turkey sub and said, “He’s what?! No! Ugh, Luc what are you doing, honey?” he shook his head, taking a deep breath and said, “Lara, baby, don’t you worry, I’m going to take Friday off so that we can spend it together.”

Lara hid her face in her pillows, groaning, “But that’s two days away!”

He rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his herbal tea and cleared his throat, “It’s two days away, but it’ll give you enough time to fix your shit, honey. Maybe you’ll be talking to Lucas by the time I get there. Now stop crying because it makes you look ugly.”

A small giggle escaped her lips, making Jonah smile in the other end and she mumbled, “Ugh, I’ve never lost my cool like this, Jo, what the hell is he doing to me?!”

“Mm,” he shrugged, running his fingers through his dark black hair, “life works in mysterious ways, baby. Now go to sleep because it’s late and I have to meet up with the girls for tomorrow’s fashion show.”

“Don’t leave me,” she whimpered, jokingly and then said, “alright, I’ll see you Friday?”

“Definitely, boo, and remember, try to sort your shit with Lucas so that by the time I get there y’all can be talking.”

They bid their goodnights, wishing each other sweet dreams and then hung up. As soon as the call ended, Lara felt alone. She wanted to cry again like a pathetic dumbass, but she forced herself to sleep.

As her sleep became heavy, Lara hoped that Jo would be right. She hoped that by Friday Lucas and her were already acting like siblings—or maybe something better than siblings.


Two days went by surprisingly quick—surprisingly because Lara had no type of communication with anyone other than her B.O.B and even he was failing her.

She was sexually frustrated and Lucas hadn’t even spared her a damn glance.

The anger was eating her insides slowly, leaving behind a dark void. She felt so neglected by him that she had resorted to eating Chips Ahoy, the delicious chocolate chip cookies topped with a bit of whipped cream and even more chocolate drizzle—it was whatever could get her mind off the pain.

She was also angry at herself; she didn’t expect herself to stoop so low! Lara had always been one to take care of her body; she treated it like a temple that always needed care—and right now her body wasn’t the only thing that needed cleansing.

Lucas had been going in and out of the house, not even telling her where he was going. He didn’t even leave notes to inform her of his whereabouts. Not that Lara minded much, but it bothered her how much of a coward he was being.

After their amazing kiss he hadn’t even breathed the same air she did and it was making her want to punch him so hard he would forget his own name. She wanted to fuck him as much as she wanted to beat him up.

It still surprised her. She thought that by now, her sexual desire for her step-brother would have gone away, but somehow it only increased and since her body had weirdly craved the presence of Lucas, she was now in a full-on heat battle.

Jonah had told her that he would be at her house around seven to help her get ready. Tonight she was in his hands and as she glanced at the clock she realized that she only had a couple of minutes before her beloved gay friend strutted into her room and yank her hair into weird styles.

Begrudgingly, Lara pulled herself out of bed and forced herself into the bathroom. She took an extremely hot shower, leaving behind red spots on her delicate skin and washed her hair to make it smell like kiwi.

Jonah walked into Lara’s messy room and shook his head. Of course she’d leave her clothes all over the floor in this state of mind. He rolled his eyes, kicking a pair of slacks over to the corner of her room and walked over to the bathroom.

He only knocked twice, giving her enough time to cover her goodies and then threw the door open. Lara widened her eyes as she tightened the white towel around her trembling body. “J-Jonah!” Her teeth chattered.

“Darling!” He grinned as he crushed her small body into his slightly-build frame. “It’s been so long since I last saw you!” he grabbed a piece of her wet blond hair and said, “Ugh, I told you that this hair color would look fab on you and it lasted all this time!”

She giggled, hugging him tightly and said, “You saw me like two weeks ago!”

He shrugged, stepping back to let her grab her dirty laundry and said, “It still feels like it’s been forever. Now hurry up because Pulse opens at nine and that’s when all the hot guys come in.”

Lara puckered her lips, walking behind him into her room and said, “Jo, how many times will I have to tell you that I still need two more years to legally go to a club?”

“Psh!” he waved her comment off, “Girl, I’m dating the owner’s son! He took care of everything since I told Pete of your little breakdown because of your asshole of a brother.”

“Ahem,” Lucas cleared his throat. He hadn’t been standing near the room long enough to know what they were talking about, but it had been long enough for him to hear that Jonah had insulted him.

Jonah grinned, reminding Lucas of the Cheshire cat. “Hello there, Lucas. I was just trying to cheer Lara up.”

Lara felt her cheeks heat up slowly as she made eye-contact with Lucas, who happened to be glaring at her with a tight jaw.

“Why does she need cheering up?”

Jonah opened his mouth to probably tell him off, but Lara, luckily, beat him to it and said, “It’s none of your business, Lucas. Now if you’ll excuse us, Jonah has to help me get ready. See your way out the door, thank you very much.”

Lucas opened his mouth to scold her for speaking to him in that tone, but before he could get a word out, Lara slammed the door shut in front of his face. Lucas let out a growled curse, clenching his fists at his sides and then stalked towards his room.

He had been spending the last two days with his buddies from where he used to work in. Jackson had come up with the idea of meeting up tonight at Pulse to pick up some girls and have some fun. He just didn’t know that he would be stumbling on Lara.

In the room, Jonah pushed Lara down in front of her vanity mirror and began playing with her hair. He decided to go for a more natural look tonight since all of the dancing that they would be doing, would mess up his work, and curled her hair a bit.

For her outfit he chose a sleek beautiful off-the shoulder dress, with a low backline, which revealed Lara’s freckled back. The dress hung on to all of the right curves and made her figure appear more seducing than ever.

Her make-up was done heavily, but nothing that would make her look like a clown. Her thick plump lips were accompanied by a gorgeous bright red lipstick and her silver eye shadow made her dark blue eyes more prominent.

During her pampering, Jonah caught her up on his life, talking about Pete, his boyfriend and the latest gossip from work. He was still studying to widen his horizons in the beauty industry, but he was set to open his new salon in Manhattan.

They also spoke about Lilly, their other best friend, whom was coming back into town in a couple of weeks. She had been studying in Maine to become a registered nurse for little kids and they had finally gotten a break from all the studying.

It seemed that Lara was the only one that wasn’t studying for a career, but she didn’t mind. She had done two years at trade school to join the entertaining industry but she never got around to sending photos in to her modeling coach.

By the time Jonah had finished “beautifying” Lara, it was already eight and they were ready to go out and have an unforgettable night.


Pulse was one of the hottest clubs in town. The owner was known for being one of the youngest and most handsome men to open up a club so successful and word in the street was that he was fabulous in bed. Not that Lara cared much, but it intrigued her.

She had never met the man and it was said that he was barely at clubs anymore, since he had other places to run, but it was still something that made her curious.

Loud music boomed from the lavish club as they stood outside, waiting for Pete to come and let them in personally. Jonah had told her that they could just go in through the bouncer, but Lara was afraid that he’d ask for her I.D. and he’d see that she wasn’t of age yet, so she begged him to make Pete come out.

Women looked at her jealously as Jonah placed his hand on the small space of her back and waited by her side and she rolled her eyes. If the only knew that Jonah rooted for the same team they did, they wouldn’t be glaring at her so much.

Jonah was one of those boys that could be a hit with the ladies if he was straight. He was very much attractive, with beautiful bright green eyes and a killer smile, not to mention that he had a nice body worthy of drooling, but none of that mattered if he liked men.

She remembered when he’d tell her of stories of girls begging him to sleep with them or even just kiss them, because he was that hot.

Jonah knew he was hot, he didn’t need to be told, but he said that it never hurt to receive a compliment. Pete was damn attractive as well. Both were the type of guys that would make you want to cry because they weren’t interested in females.

Pete stepped outside of the club, grinning at them as he pushed the bouncer out of the way and hugged Jonah tightly. They shared a light kiss, automatically making all the girls slouch in disappointment and he gave Lara a friendly squeeze.

“Darling! It’s been forever since I last seen you!”

She laughed a bit, smiling widely at him and shrugged. “How are you?”

Pete rolled his brown eyes, waving her comment away and said, “Girl, you came here to have some fun, not have some small talk. Now get your ass in here!”

As soon as he opened the door, the loud upbeat music greeted them, along with the smell of alcohol and sex in the air. Sweaty bodies grinded against each other to the beat of the music and strobe lights flashed quickly over them.

Lara let out a small laugh as Jonah grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd and took her straight to the bar. “Alright, baby girl, this is the night that you’ll get so wasted you won’t remember who you gave your panties to!”

Her bright blue eyes widened a bit and she said, “Hell no! Who the hell’s driving us back home?”

“Chillax, hoe,” Jonah wrapped his arm around Pete, “we’ll stay sober.” He turned to look at the bartender and said, “Give her your special drink, Joey. Just the way I like it.”

Lara was never one to back out of things. She was adventurous and very outgoing, but she hadn’t exactly planned on getting drunk tonight. Nonetheless, as the image of Lucas rejecting her came about her mind, she grabbed the special pink drink and gulped it back.

It was sweet with a hint of sourness around the rim of the small glass cup. She licked her red covered lips and smiled at the bartender. “More, please?”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Pete high-fived her, laughing as Joey raised his eyebrows at her. “Go ahead, Joey, it’s on the house.”

Three drinks later, Lara was already feeling a tad tipsy, nothing that would make her forget her own name, but enough to make her feel hyper and touchy.

The couple sat down at the bar, watching as the girl danced her way into the crowd and found an Alex Pettyfer-lookalike. He had spiky blond hair with piercing green eyes and he smelled delicious—his cologne did.

S.O.S by Jordin Sparks came on and Lara let out a small shriek. Her body swayed along with the beat, against the guy she hadn’t bothered learning his name, and she felt his erection pressing up against her naked back.

Couples bumped into them, almost knocking Lara off her five inch heels and Alex’s lookalike wrapped his hands around her waist to steady her. Lara turned around, sliding one of her legs in between his and grinded her front into his hard bulge.

A low guttural moan escaped his throat as she looked up and buried her face into his neck, nibbling on his salty skin. She didn’t exactly liked the taste; it was a mix of sweat and musky cologne, but she kept on sucking on his skin long enough to leave him a hickey.

With a devilish smirk, she swung her hips side to side as she lowered her hands down his muscled chest, making him hiss in a couple of breaths and she darted her tongue out unto his jeans, right on his bulge.

Alex’s lookalike groaned, pulling her back up and began tracing her curves. All the while, they moved along to the beat of the song. Suddenly, Lara pushed him away and used him to push herself on the counter of the bar.

Multiple men turned to look at her as she began lowering her hands down her chest, grinning and throwing her head back as she laughed. At the moment, she didn’t care that she might’ve looked like a horny slut, she just needed to get laid and have some fun.

Currently she didn’t give a shit if Lucas wasn’t her first.

The somewhat drunk girl whipped her hair back and forth, dancing around the bar like a professional. Men rooted her on, screaming and shouting for her to finish taking her clothes off. She was tempted to, but wasn’t exactly sure if she wanted to.

Joey, the bartender chuckled as she crawled on the bar and asked him for another drink. When he gave it to her, she pressed a light kiss to his cheek and slurred her thanks. Once she had gulped the drink, she was back on her feet and dancing around lowering the only strap she had on.

On the other side of the club stood Lucas. He was a bit uncomfortable with thoughts of where his sister had been, but it wasn’t enough to prevent him from taking a couple of drinks.

Jackson, his friend, had short military-cut brown hair and was currently in a lady sandwich, leaving Lucas to the drinks since he had denied multiple offers of whores.

Jackson turned to look at him, rolling his eyes and said, “Come on, man! Loosen up! Here, how about you buy another drink, it’s on me.”

Handing him a twenty dollar bill, Jackson pushed him off in the direction of the bar, where a drunken girl was dancing her ass off. She seemed fairly attractive—okay who was he kidding, the girl was gorgeous, but she had too many men drooling over her.

Her blond her reminded him of Lara’s and as soon as he thought of her, he did a double take of the dancing girl. He widened his dark blue eyes, shaking his head as he walked over to the crowd of horny men and he stared at his nineteen year old sister dance around the table like a minx.

A blond guy grabbed her hand, pulling her down to where he was at and pressed a kiss to her lips. The rage that Lucas felt inside was enough to scare the devil himself. He pushed the drunken bastards away from his path to get to his sister and once he did, yanked the dumbass off Lara.

She turned around to face him, a bit pissed and hissed, “Hey buddy, you can wait on your turn!”

Lucas, filled with rage, yanked her arm towards him and growled, “What the fuck are you doing here, Lara?”

“Lucas?” her eyes widened in fear. She was drunk, but not so drunk that she couldn’t realize how pissed her step-brother was. His anger was practically showing through his blazing blue eyes. “W-what are you doing here?”

Lucas glared down at her. “I asked you the same fucking question, Lara. Now come on, I’m taking your fucking ass back home.”

She frowned. “No you’re not!” Lara tried yanking her arm out of his hold, which only made him tighten his hold on her and she let out a quiet whine. Men from behind her groaned in complaint, only making Lucas even angrier and he whipped around as a hand wrapped around his shoulder.

“Hey, man! Let the lady go, she was having fun with me.”

Suddenly, all that Lucas saw was red. The angry beast inside of him took over and he threw a punch at the guy with so much force that he fell on the floor completely knocked out. He stared up, challenging the rest of the drunken assholes and they all stepped back, not wanting to fight him.

Lara whimpered as he grabbed her arm again and growled, “Now come on, Lara. I’m taking you home this instant.”

She no longer put up a fight; instead Lara slapped Lucas with all her might and yanked herself out of his surprised arms. Lucas was only stunned for a couple of seconds before he realized that his sister was making a run towards the exit.

He quickly caught up with her, wrapping his arm around her waist, making her push him away and growl out an incomprehensible curse. “Let me go, you asshole! Just let me go and fuck that whore of yours!”

Lucas stared at her confusedly and tried to reach out for her again. Lara let out a sob as she tripped and fell on her knees, scraping them in the process and tried to pull herself up, but her vision was too blurry. Not only was she a bit drunk, but her tears weren’t helping her either.

Slowly, Lucas came into realization. He had hurt his sister—and he had hurt her bad. Now he had to do everything in his power to gain her trust and love back. He just didn’t know that the only way Lara would forgive him was if he gave her what she always wanted.

What he had been craving like crazy for the past two days.


Phan: Caught

Based on Louise’s “My Actual OMG AMAZING Birthday” vlog she uploaded on sprinkleofchatter.

Summary: Dan convinces Phil to sneak away during the Youtuber party and snogging ensues. However, they didn’t anticipate Louise and Joe vlogging inside the unisex toilets.

Dan laughed along with his friends as they continued to discuss the recent events of their lives and despite the fun he was having, he could feel his ability to socialise start to gradually deplete. He glanced to his left at Phil, who seemed to be deep in discussion with Joey Graceffa. He found himself being content with simply staring at his best friend and smiling whenever the other let out a laugh or even when he just had a small smile across his face.

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“This guys fucking teeth man” :GF

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Me:  -_________________-

-My girlfriend is Xena. I am Gabrielle. Cue the aggressive eyeroll.

- Gabrielle doesn’t know what she was thinking “MAYBE IT WAS I’LL TRY TO HELP XENA.” Ungrateful bastard Xena is.

-I swear gab just said she was gonna pick up some ‘soft porn’

-lol at this guy being mystic-ist………..I mean mystic..

-“she is such a do-gooder. and a softie” says the GF

-Rene is such a fun actor. Lol at breast digger always being a fun gag.

-LOL at Xena being able to tell Gabrielle is pushing her tits up instantly

-Hmmmm. “it’s not like your breasts aren’t dangerous enough.” meaning she is captivated by Xena’s breasts and/or other people are also captivated???

-time to whoop some ass

- “GABRIELLE?!” said Xena forever.
GF’s fave transition; yelling gabrielle’s name to breaking heads over a lost gabrielle. If my very best friend disappeared in a fight i would not scream her name. I would search for her calmly.

-Damn, what an Actress to play a lesbian into eternity. Lucy is so fine.

-I also don’t know a lick about housework.

-Blood innocence? Like her period

-So many 90′s eyebrows.


-I wonder how long it’d take to get as fine as Lucy Lawless.

-”They took my girlfriend and I’m gonna get her back”

-Stop squishing my arms breh.

-”i’m the one.” The gayest of all time.

-Don’t worry, I’m a gentleman. FUCK YOU and the fact that you have to say that.

-”this dreamscape feels so low budget,” GF.

-These “victims” are boring

-Yawn Yawn let’s get to the xena saving gabrielle part.

-Gabrielle’s dress is so tragic; who knew cold shouldered dresses turned on Xena so much.

-It must be you, cause that was weird AF gab.

-Geebreielle. Nice one Lucy.

-Who doesn’t love these whooshes

-Xena’s internal struggle is too real. This is why she dies in the end >____>

-WAIT shouldn’t Good Xena killing Bad Xena mean she never has to die at the end?!!!!!!

-Xena came to fuck shit up in the name of all things gay

-”I’m impressed,” she says as she ignores her gay tendencies.

-Speaking of your girlfriend? She’s waiting for me.
SAME XENA. Me too.

-The surface of the water metaphor. I became a lesbian, with a stone under there.


some cutesy aus

inspired by @marspersonified :-)

1. “omg i’m so, so sorry but you are so fucking cute when your mad i just can’t resist pissing you off all the time again sorry” au
2. “you spilled some water on yourself at dinner and ugh i noticed and we made eye contact and sorry i am so sorry please” au
→ 3. “wow wow i accidentally kicked you under the table and now it looks like i’m playing footsies with you fuck i am so embarrassing
4. “here i am buying a box of condoms for a friend but of fucking course i have to run into you here at the grocery store at ten in the evening this is just fucking great” au
5. “just trying to do my laundry in peace and my underwear is the last to go in and you happen to walk into the laundromat like what is my luck” au
6. “god it’s late and we’ve been driving for like seven hours and i meant to grab the water bottle in the cupholder but my hand accidentally grazed ur thigh” au
7. “i went in to kiss you for the first time and fuckin missed, i fucking missed and kissed the side of your jaw and i’m a fuckin dork and i want to die” au
→ 8. “you’re laughing at me now, god please stop laughing ugh let me do it again i’ll do it better this time i promise”
9.  “i was having a shit day and dialed the wrong number and nearly panicked hearing your fucking voice on the other end of the phone that i almost hung up” au
10. “i took you out on our first date and realized i forgot my own wallet so now i look like a cheapskate and fuck i like you so much i’m so embarrassed” au
11. “excuse me i’m supposed to be tutoring you in this subject do not look at me like that, this is inappropriate no please stop you’re adorable” au
12. “you asked me how you looked in the outfit you tried on and i’m trying real real hard not to smile because you’re so beautiful” au
13. “we’re supposed to be working on this super important thing please do not trace your fingers down the back of my neck like that i get so distracted so easily” au
14. “it’s four in the morning and i went to go get some water and you’re still up and we shouldn’t be caught together and you shouldn’t be this close to me right now” au
→ 15. “you just caught me in my embarrassing pajamas but somehow look so cute in yours and it’s so late and i’m so tired and i shouldn’t be flirting with you right now because this is dangerous
16. “no i will not sneak out with you right now in the middle of the night are you insane someone will catch us!!” au
→ 17. “stop looking at me like that the answer is no
18. “somehow you got into my things because you were cold last night and you’re wearing my hoodie and i’m just not sure how to feel all these feelings at once because you’re so fucking cute wearing it i don’t ever want you to take it off” au
19.shut up i’m supposed to be pissed at you right now, leave me alone, no don’t look at me like that, fuck do not touch me there, i hate you but you’re so hot right now” au
20. “you are so drunk and i can’t help but flirt back with you even though i know i shouldn’t and we should not be doing this right now no no no” au

anonymous asked:

Have you watched the live show? Thoughts on how good Jack looked and obviously Joe as well 😍😍

I went in an out of it, although I did end up going back to watch the half hour of pure Joeck and it was amazing.
Then I ended up watching the last twenty minutes and finishing it out with all of them.

But Jack.
Dear fucking god Jack.
He looks SO good the first time he came on, like holy shit he looked good. I love that boy in a SnapBack.

And then he was wearing that red shirt when he came in the second time.

He looked bloody amazing both times.

And Joe, considering how exhausted he was, looked good too!

Maybe that’s why they couldn’t stop looking at each other tho haha


there are days I wonder how it is I managed to keep you

do you ever have days you wanna write but you end up drawing instead