this is far too adorable

Me: *Watching The Worst Witch on Netflix* Wow, this is pretty much exactly like Harry Potter/Hogwarts except they’re all girls. I freaking love it, but it’s a total ripoff 

Me: Looks up the book series its based on and sees that it predates Harry Potter by more than Twenty Years.

Me: 

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[NAVER X Dispatch]

No but imagine Sirius has finally finished fixing up the bike

And he’s so excited about it and the first person he can find is Remus because James is out with Lily and Peter is in detention

And Sirius is like COME ON IT WITH ME

And Remus is like ‘are you fucking kidding me there is no way I am getting on that death trap’

But Sirius manages to persuade him with chocolate (and Remus also realises that he’ll get to be incredibly close to Sirius without it seeming weird)

But then they get on the bike and Remus realises that it is the WORST MISTAKE HE HAS EVER MADE IN HIS LIFE BECAUSE SIRIUS HAS NO CLUE HOW TO DRIVE IT AND FUCK THEY ARE BOTH GOING TO DIE

But Sirius (the little shit) just laughs and says “are you a Gryffindor or aren’t you?” and Remus is about to hit him but he’s too scared to move at all so he just resorts to glaring at him behind his back and holding onto him as tightly as he fucking can

And then Sirius miraculously gets used to the bike and Remus begins to actually quite enjoy it, the wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist, and being so close to him and oh Merlin he smells amazing

And Sirius is oh so smug because “MOONY I DID IT! WE’RE FLYING!” and Remus is like “YOU CAN FLY A BROOM YOU FUCKWIT” but secretly he’s smiling and enjoying every minute of it and ugh he could be this close to him forever

But then Sirius gets cocky (shocker) and DECIDES TO DO TRICKS and Remus’ heart is in his stomach and OH MERLIN HE WAS GOING TO DIE AND HIS LAST LETTER TO HIS MOTHER WAS ABOUT HER SENDING HIM MORE SOCKS FOR CHRIST’S SAKE

And Sirius does one loopdeloop too many because they’re PLUMMETING TO THE GROUND and Remus closes his eyes because THIS IS THE END but at least he dies wrapped around Sirius because really there are worse ways to go - meanwhile Sirius is pressing EVERY BUTTON to try and get them to stop

And he manages it just as they are about a foot from the ground and they are both thrown from the bike due to the impact and Sirius lands on Remus with an oomph

And Remus can see his freckles and the blue flecks in his eyes but he can’t concentrate on them because he’s so happy to be ALIVE and he starts hitting Sirius like “YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US YOU TWAT” and Sirius’ only response is “BUT I DIDN’T DID I”

But Remus just keeps rambling on and on about how the bike is a death trap and how it should be banned from the grounds and he’s never going near it again and it doesn’t matter how hot you look on it because I will–

But he’s cut off by Sirius’ lips on his and his heart is beating fast again but for a whole different reason

And when Sirius pulls away he has this adorable goofy smile on his face and he goes “I can’t believe it worked”

And it takes Remus a second but then he realises that “YOU THOUGHT A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE WAS A GOOD WAY TO SEDUCE ME?!” “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

And Remus is rambling again about how he’s a fucking nutter and it’s a wonder he’s ever dated anyone

But then Sirius cuts him off again by kissing him and wrapping his arms around his waist and Remus finds that he doesn’t quite mind anymore

But there is no doubt in his head: Sirius Black will be the death of him

BTS Reaction - distracting you whilst you’re on the phone

Seokjin

It was during the home-cooked meal Jin had prepared for you that your phone had first rung, and then it’d rung again for a second time part way through dessert.  Almost an hour later and that call sounds like it isn’t anywhere near ending, and Jin’s becoming increasingly impatient waiting for you to finish.  He tries all his best moves; removing his sweater and making sure to properly stretch, emphasising his broad shoulders. He tries pulling you into his arms too, planting only two kisses on your neck before you push him away with a shake of your head, mumbling something about ‘merges’ down the phone as you exit to the bedroom.  That’s the final straw for Jin; if he’s going to have any hope of distracting you it’s going to take something drastic.  He strips out of his clothes, leaving them in a crumpled pile next to the sofa he gets comfortable on, ignoring how cold the leather feels against his bare buttocks.  Closing his eyes, he takes his soft member in hand and begins to fondle himself, thinking about how good your lips felt wrapped round him last night.  Soon enough his cock is hard and throbbing in his palm, quiet little moans spilling from his lips - moans that Jin allows to become louder when he hears your bedroom door open, your footsteps following.  He opens his eyes to see your stood in the doorway, shocked to a standstill, your hand over the receiver of the phone so your colleague won’t hear the sounds he’s making.  

“Jagi, please,” he groans, rolling his balls as he fists his cock, throwing his head backward against the leather, “I need you.”

Suffice to say your phone call was cut rather short after that. 

Originally posted by seokjinings

Yoongi

It’s the sound of your voice that rudely awakens Yoongi from his slumber.  Blinking away the sleep induced blur in his vision he rolls onto his side to squint at the clock, groaning when he sees that it’s 1am and feeling instantly annoyed at whoever you decided it’d be a good idea to call at the time of the night.  He rolls over again with a huff, this time to face you, and the moment you notice he’s away you pull an apologetic face, cringing.  Listening hard, he can hear the shrill pitch of your best friend’s voice sobbing about something on the other end of the line, and some of his annoyance fades now he knows this wasn’t a call you chose to make.  He resigns himself to riding it out with you, shuffling closer and hiding his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of you as he places his arm across your waist.  He was never meaning to get turned on, but listening to your soft ‘mm’s’ of agreement, feeling the steady rise and fall of your chest beside him, the warmth of your body seeping into his… well, it was sort of inevitable.  Yoongi starts to nuzzle at your neck, his breath hot in your ear as he laves his tongue around the shell of it, goosebumps springing up all over your body in response to his sudden and fervent attention.  His hand starts straying too, trailing downward then coming back up again under your shirt, grasping at your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingertips hard enough that you have to bite back a gasp.  You feel him smirk against your cheek and then suddenly he’s taking the phone from your hand and disconnecting the call without a word, throwing it to the floor and pulling you on top of him.  

“Your battery ran out,” he states matter-of-factly, grasping your hips and grinding your core into his lap.  “Now, make me being awake worthwhile.” 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Namjoon

All Namjoon had wanted to do when he got home was throw you against the wall and fuck the hell out of you; it’d been a stressful day and he needed the kind of relief that only you could give him.  He felt secure in knowing that the two of you had a safeword in case he ever took it too far.  It was rare that it was ever said, but tonight he felt like it might be one of those nights.  Yes, today really had been that shit.  That’s why when he comes home to find you curled up on the sofa on the phone, giggling with one of your friends, Namjoon’s only response is a deep, throaty growl of frustration - one that has you sitting up in alarm, your eyebrows knotting together with concern.  He strides towards you, radiating dominance as he throws off his smart jacket and starts loosening his tie, your heart starting to gallop nervously in your chest, suddenly lost for words even though you know you’re friend is awaiting a reply on the other end.  

“Hang up,” he commands, standing over you so his crotch is level with your face.  He’s aroused already, tenting the front of his pants.  “Now!” he barks when you hesitate.  The phone almost flies from your hand in your haste to press the button to end the call, stuffing it down the side of the sofa so you know it won’t get in the way for whatever it is Joonie has in mind.  He undoes the front of his pants roughly to pull out his long, throbbing cock, and then grabs a fist full of your hair to yank you towards him, your mouth automatically falling open.  

“You’re gonna take all of this and then you’re gonna beg me for more, you got that?” 

Originally posted by junghoseok

Hoseok

Hobi had already been halfway into your pants when your phone starts to ring on the bedside table next to you.  It’s your mom, so you’ve got to pick it up otherwise she’ll start to worry, and when she worries she has an awful habit of popping round uninvited to check on you - and that certainly would put a dampener on things.  You answer the call, grabbing onto Hobi’s wrist to pull it out from the waistband of your jeans, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the adorable pout on his face.  He’s far too incorrigible, though, or maybe he’s just impatient, but either way, you’ve only been on the phone a couple of minutes when you feel his hand sneaking back in, his lips on your neck.  You smack at his arm but it does no good; his fingers find their way into your panties and back to your soaking wet core, a low hum rumbling in his throat as he circles your clit.  You squirm, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning, managing the occasional ‘uh-huh’ back to whatever it is your mother is saying.  Honestly, you’re not really paying attention.  Knowing that you two could be caught out any second is just making you hotter, and despite common sense telling you you shouldn’t, you end up undoing your jeans and shimmying them down whilst still on the line, spreading your legs for Hobi to take full advantage.  

“Does your mama knows what a bad girl you are, baby?” he whispers into your free ear, fingertip teasing your hole.  You’re sure your lip is going to start bleeding in a second if you keep on biting it this hard, but it’s the only way you can keep yourself quiet, especially when Hobi slides two, long fingers inside of you, stretching out your walls.  “Think you can keep quiet when I make you cum?”

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

Jimin

When you’re on call both you and Jimin are all too aware of the constant threat of separation your phone poses - but rather than let it put you off for fear of being interrupted, it actually spurs the two of you on.  The sex you have those nights is always rushed and hot and passionate, never knowing just how much time you’ve got, and tonight looks like it’s going to be no exception.  He’s just peeling your panties off with his teeth when your phone does ring, and rather than stopping you simply lean over and grab your phone off the bedside table, answering it and trying not to sound too breathless.  They need you at the hospital your colleague tells you as Jimin licks and kisses his way up the inside of your thigh, smirking up at you.  She gripes about how busy it is while you’re flopping open your legs, Jimin’s tongue coming into contact with your core, and you morph your groan of pleasure into one of sympathy, winding your free hand through his hair and pulling him in.  You love how naughty it feels having him between your legs whilst she has no idea, grinning and biting your lip down at Jimin as he looks up past your pubic bone, flicking his tongue against your clit.  

When you flex your hips and pull his hair, egging him on, Jimin closes his eyes and really starts to concentrate on the task at hand, drawing figure of eights amongst your wetness, lapping up everything you have to give him as you arch your back soundlessly.  It’s only when he slides a finger into your heat that you can stand it no longer, garbling a promise that you’ll be there soon and ending the call just in time for him to start assaulting your clit with harsh licks and sucks.  

“You’re not going anywhere yet, kitten,” Jimin warns you from between your legs, lifting his face enough for you to see your arousal shining all over his mouth and chin.  He licks his lips, smiling salaciously.  “Not until daddy gets a turn.” 

Originally posted by jinmini

Taehyung

Of all the times for your phone to ring, it had to be whilst Taehyung is indulging in one of his little games.  He’s got you bound, immobile on his bed, handcuffs stretching from each of your wrists to either side of the headboard, an ankle spreader keeping your legs apart, allowing him to inspect your pussy to his heart’s content from where he’s knelt naked between your feet.  And normally you wouldn’t mind, happy to let it ring, but you had an important interview yesterday, and this might well be the call back you’ve been waiting for.  You pull against your restraints, begging to be released, but Taehyung just smiles that wicked smile of his and crawls on top of you, his cock weighing heavy against your stomach, and then he reaches under the pillow and brings your phone his ear, answering it for you.  You’re horrified, pulling at the cuffs harder and making them rattle in protest, your soundless mouth flapping indignantly.  

“I’m afraid she’s all tied up right now,” he smirks, delighting in the flush of embarrassment that colours your cheeks.  “She can’t really come to the phone.”

Taehyung takes hold of his cock in his free hand, shifting all his weight onto one side so he can manoeuvre himself between your legs, sliding the swollen head through your slick folds.  You whimper helplessly, your hips bucking towards him all of their own accord;  you’re as desperate to feel him inside as you are to take that call and torn between the two, reduced to a mewling, dripping mess as he toys with your powerless body.  His own breathing starts to get a little heavier as he dips the very tip inside shallowly, in and out, teasing you both as he hums in agreement with whatever the person on the other end is saying.   

“Oh yes, I’ll see that she gets it.”  Tae sinks into you with one agonisingly slow thrust as soon as those words have left him, biting his lip as he bottoms out, and you know if he hadn’t he’d have grunted with the force of it.  Your feel your walls stretch around the girth of him, a burn that has your back arching from the bed, your cuffs rattling again, and as he feels you clench around his cock Taehyung finally stop playing, hanging up the call and fucking you in earnest, moaning louder than ever. 

Originally posted by buisually-appealing

Jungkook

You’ve known for days that you were spending tonight sleeping over in the boys dorms - so how on earth did you forget to pack your pyjamas?  Luckily enough Jungkook has begrudgingly leant you a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to wear for sleeping in, and you’re just pulling the t-shirt over your head when you hear his phone start to ring.  Seeing that it’s only Namjoon calling it you decide to answer it for him, making pleasant conversation as you leave the bedroom to find your boyfriend where you left him sat in front of the TV, and as always Joonie has you giggling by the time you get there.  Jungkook looks up, his eyes narrowing when he sees you blushing at someone else’s words, tonguing the inside of his cheek jealously as you flop down next to him on the sofa, completely oblivious to his stare.  It only gets worse when he takes in what you’re wearing.  His baggy t-shirt shows off the beautiful curve of your neck and the delicateness of your collarbones, his boxers riding right up your thighs and revealing too much skin.  He’d never had guessed you’d have looked so good in his clothes, otherwise he would’ve shared sooner.  Jungkook’s both annoyed and aroused now, and when you giggle again and bite your thumb he finds himself wanting punish you, his cock twitching in his shorts at the thought of wiping that smile off of your face.  

You’re caught completely off guard when Jungkook suddenly knocks you off balance, pinning you down on the sofa with the entirety of his weight, his hair dangling into his lust darkened-eyes.  The phone is still pressed to your ear, Namjoon asking if you’re alright after hearing your little yelp of surprise.  The boy on top of you starts to grind his erection against your core through his shorts and his boxers, savaging your neck with his mouth, sucking purple marks into the skin, and it’s with a stilted stutter that you tell Namjoon that you should go.  

“Don’t you hang up,” Jungkook growls as he pushes his hips into you again, saying it loud enough that you know his friend on the other end will be able to hear, “I want hyung to hear me take what’s mine.”  

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Got a little carried away with myself there, gosh! *fans self*

Possessive (Ethan)

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There were only thirty minutes left in the game and tension was high in the crowded arena. The NY Rangers were down by only one point and needed just that to beat the LA Kings. You weren’t really rooting for either team, hockey wasn’t your thing, but you wore Ethan’s Rangers jersey with pride as you fisted your hand into the bucket of popcorn on your lap. Ethan cheered and cried next to you, gripping Grayson’s jersey tight whenever the Rangers were close to scoring a goal. His jaw was clenched, muscles tense, as he kept his eyes fixated on the game. He hadn’t paid much attention to you since you had left the hotel room and you tried your best to swallow down your disappointment. You thought of all things you could be doing in New York instead of sitting at some dumb hockey game but you tried your best to remain enthusiastic for Ethan’s sake. He rarely got enough free time between filming videos, editing, meetings, interview – everything. Not to mention he had been more stressed than usual and a little on edge so you figured a simple hockey game wasn’t too much to ask if it would make him happy.

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Birds Make the Best Wingmen

When Stiles invites Derek over for dinner on their second date, it seems that Stiles’ pet parrot is determined to ruin his life. Then again, maybe birds actually make the best wingmen… 

aka: 3-in-the-morning-me read an unrelated text post on parrots and happened to be making sterek icons, and went hey, sterek plus parrots!

“Dude,” Scott sighs. “If it makes you this nervous, just don’t do it.”

“Excuse you?” Stiles scoffs. “Don’t go on my date with Derek? Is that what you just said? You’re not going to make me give you the speech on his eyes again, are you? Because I have it memorized, man, and-”

“No, no, no!” Scott says, waving his PS4 controller wildly. When his Titan gets shot, he mutters, “Worth it. I just meant that if you don’t want to have him over here, then don’t. Go out somewhere instead.”

“I can’t,” Stiles groans. “You know I can’t. He cooked me dinner for our first date, so I have to cook him dinner for our second.”

It’s only fair, really. The only problem is his and Scott’s apartment is a mess, his cooking skills are mostly limited to super healthy and not-date-worthy stuff for his dad, and—though Stiles doesn’t view it as much of a problem, considering the number of nights Allison has spent here—Scott’s being sexiled for the night. Technically Stiles told him he could stay in his room, if he wanted, considering the worst thing they’ll probably do tonight is kiss, but thankfully Scott was much more into the idea of making out with Allison than listening to Stiles potentially make out with Derek. 

“Look, it’s pretty clean in here for two college guys,” Scott reasons, for the tenth time today. Stiles is pretty sure it’s just because he doesn’t want to stop playing Destiny in favor of vacuuming. “I seriously doubt he’ll care if you order takeout, anyway. You just gotta chill. Right, Iago?”

“Right, Scott!” Iago squawks. “Right, Scott! Right, Scott!”

Scott had taught Stiles’ parrot to respond ‘right, Scott’ anytime he hears ‘right, Iago?’ two years ago, and still takes far too much pleasure in having a bird agree with him.

Stiles feels very little sympathy when Scott gets gunned down again as he beams over at the cage.

“Scott’s an overly-optimistic knucklehead who doesn’t understand the woes of us normal people who aren’t dating our first love five years later, right, Iago?” Stiles asks.

“Right, Scott!”

Close enough.


“Nice place,” Derek says, hanging his jacket on one of the hooks by the door. “And dinner smells great.”

“Ah, it’s nothing,” Stiles says, despite having slaved over the stove for three hours. “Lasagna. Here, c’mon, let’s sit down.”

Derek follows him to the living room, but when he sits down on the couch, Derek doesn’t join him. Instead, he walks over to Iago’s cage, peering in.

“You have a parrot?”

“Oh, yeah,” Stiles says, adjusting himself so he’s facing them. “His name’s Iago.”

“Does he talk?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s kinda awesome. He only understands about as much as a dog, probably, but if you say something enough times he’ll start to repeat it, and he understands a few basic things. Like, um- Iago, hello!”

“Hello!” Iago squawks.

Derek smiles–the amazing, warm one that makes his eyes crinkle—and Stiles never wants it to go away. And if that means playing with his bird instead of making small talk? Well, he’s not going to complain.

“Iago, this is Derek,” Stiles says, even though he won’t really get that one.

Unfortunately, he does seem to remember the word ‘Derek’.

“Derek is the best!”  

Stiles’ eyes practically bug out of his head, because that’s actually something he says all the time, and the last thing he needs is for Iago to start parroting everything he’s ever heard about Derek, because… no.

Derek glances over at Stiles, eyebrow raised.

“Just a trick we taught him,” Stiles explains, with a nervous laugh.  “If you say ‘this is someone’, he’ll say they’re the best.”

He stands and rushes over, grabbing the towel they use to cover Iago’s cage before Derek can get a chance to test that lie.

“Say bye, Iago,” Stiles says, draping the cloth over his cage.

“Bye! Bye!”

Crisis averted.

Phew.

“He’s cute,” Derek says, as Stiles ushers him over to the couch. “He’s named after the bird in Aladdin, right?”

“Yeah, he’s great,” Stiles agrees. “And yep. How’d you know?”

Derek’s awesome, but something about his leather jacket and black Camaro doesn’t give off much of an I-watch-Disney-movies-in-my-spare-time vibe.

“I’ve got a lot of nieces and nephews,” Derek says. He smiles again at the thought, which is far too adorable. “I’ve seen every kids’ movie more times than I can count. Or would even want to count.”

“Aw, that’s cool. I’m an only child, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Scott and his girlfriend start planning-”

The ding of the oven cuts him off.

“Um, gimme one sec,” he says, patting Derek’s knee–don’t ask why, dear God, he has no idea why—and getting up to check on dinner. “Be right back.”

Stiles takes the pan out of the oven, setting it down on the countertop.

“Derek?” he calls.  

“It’s ready?” Derek calls back, at the same time Iago repeats, “Derek!”

“Iago, stop it!” Stiles orders, poking his head into the living room.

“Stop it!” he echoes. It’s another of his favorite things to say, unfortunately. “Derek! Stop it! Derek!”

“Sorry, Derek,” Stiles sighs. “He’s a jerk sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Derek says, standing from the couch. “Not a problem.”

Before he reaches the kitchen, though, Iago interrupts again.

“Derek! Derek! Derek is so hot!”

Derek freezes. Stiles freezes. Iago, unfortunately, does not freeze.

“Derek is so hot!” he repeats, from underneath his towel. “Derek is so hot! Derek is so hot!”

Stiles’ cheeks are probably as red as Iago’s feathers.                  

“That another trick?” Derek asks, raising an eyebrow as the bird continues his ode to Derek’s hotness in the background.

“I- uh…”

“Or just one of the things he picked up by repetition?”

“Ummm…”

Stiles is going to die. He is actually, literally going to fall on the floor and have his heart stop beating from sheer embarrassment.

Or he would do that, except then Derek winks.

He fucking winks, then smirks, then walks back over to the birdcage, pulling the cover off.

“Derek is so hot!” Iago repeats vehemently upon its removal. “Derek is the best! Derek is so hot!”

“Stiles is so hot,” Derek tells him seriously.

Stiles gapes at him, but Derek doesn’t even look over.

Stiles is so hot,” he says again. “Stiles.”

“Stiles is so hot!” Iago agrees. “Derek is so hot! Stiles is so hot!”

“Smart bird,” Derek says, finally glancing over at Stiles.

He’s smiling again, and Stiles decides he very well may die, but perhaps not for the reason he thought.


When Scott gets home the next day and asks how the date with Derek went, only for Iago to squawk ‘Derek is so hot! Stiles is so hot!’, he flops down on the couch, muttering, “I take it back. I don’t even want to guess what that’s about.”

Let’s talk about Jumin’s Route

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GUYS I had to get this out okay 

I gotta rant about Jumin’s route, and no it’s not about the possessiveness or anything like that, I’m not gonna talk about that because there’s been enough posts about that part of the route. This is about the way everyone else acts in his route.

So, let’s just get one thing out of the way first.
Everyone in this game has been a prick before in one way or another. Jumin has been a douche, Zen has been an asshole, Jaehee has been a bitch, Yoosung has been a little shit, Seven’s been a fuckwad, Rika’s been a snake *overused I know but I’m runnin out of words here* V’s been a dickwagon, Unknown’s been a cockwrangler, Vanderwood has been a bumbling tittysprinkle, and even YOU have plenty of opportunities to be, not only a two-timing hoe, but also a raging titmunch. 

EVERYONE HAS HAD THEIR FAIR SHARE OF DICKERY SO LET’S JUST GET THAT STRAIGHT.

But one thing that bothered me so much in Jumin’s route when I played it, to the point where I couldn’t even read some of the chats because I was so pissed, was how utterly disrespectful everyone is to him at every chance they get. 

As I said, Jumin’s had his moments like they all have, but every single one of the other members was a complete and total asshole to him in almost every chat. They were either being straight up rude or they were making fun of him in some way. (There’s joking and then there’s “joking is the excuse” or “I don’t know when to stop”) Now, I’m a fan of Jumin, love him to death, but, that’s not solely why this pissed me off. It’s probably one of the smallest reasons. I don’t want to type this from a biased point of view because that wouldn’t be fair, so I’m not going to.

You would think, Jumin being older, they would, at the very least, respect him somewhat. But they hardly even do that much. At every single turn they always had something mean to say about him and it had my blood boiling before I even got that far into his route. I absolutely adore Zen to bits too but eventually I was even getting livid with him because it was just too damn much. I had done the other routes by then so his and Jumin’s constant bickering was what I was used to, but even still, this was too much.
There’s a line that they needed to draw and none of them were mature enough to draw that line sometimes and I just felt bad for Jumin. I found myself wishing I could type whatever I wanted quite a few times.  
You can be the roughest, toughest person out there but if you’re constantly being ridiculed for almost everything you say and do, it’s gonna get to you eventually.
Sometimes, did Jumin say some mean ass shit that deserved a snappy comeback and some scolding? Hell yeah. He’s done it in other routes too and I’m not at all saying he’s perfect because we all know that he isn’t. 

But they did not give him a break, man. It’s one thing to not understand someone but to be that mean is just completely unnecessary and throughout his route I wanted to bitch-slap everyone at one point or another regardless of how much I love them.

I don’t know, his and Zen’s routes hold special places in my heart (and if this is V’s route that’s coming, which I’m 99% sure it is, I know damn well it’s gonna hold one too) but there were times where I couldn’t even enjoy Jumin’s route because of how mad I was about the disrespect he was getting from everyone else. 

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Do you think that you could do a top 10 or snippets of publicity events/photos that Viktor and Yuuri do together? Like Buzzfeed's get drunk and play with puppies? Or that couple's version of truth or drink? Or photoshoot in their apartment? Or even interviews when everyone realizes they are #relationshipgoals? I live for fans falling even more in love with this ridiculous couple!

Top Ten Publicity Events:

10) They went on ‘Celebrities Read Mean Tweets’ once. Viktor just laughed at all the mean stuff people had to say about him because he didn’t give a shit and Yuuri tore the people who said rude things about him apart because he might say it in his own head but other people don’t get to. They only ever got really offended on each other’s behalf though when they heard what people were saying about the other one and that’s when they went on super long rants that got really heated

9) They had to go to a charity gala for publicity and because there were a lot of sponsors there but it was deathly boring and official. There was dancing involved and because they were both the best dancers in the room by a long shot they decided to have a little fun with it. Soon they became the main attraction in the room and went through pretty much every dance style they knew (except pole because Yuuri has learned to only save that for special occasions) while everyone watched on in awe.

8) A little while after they got together they went to a few televised interviews/talk shows to clear up any misinformation about what happened and clarify they were actually together. Viktor usually loves interviews and publicity but Yuuri usually hates them and was pretty nervous about it. During the first interview Viktor knew he was feeling worried about the whole thing so he started by holding Yuuri’s hand as they did the show as some physical reassurance. Gradually over the course of the interview, Yuuri ended up subconsciously shifting closer and closer towards him because the contact was helping him focus and so while they started side by side with Viktor holding Yuuri’s hand, they ended with Yuuri pretty much sitting in Viktor’s lap with Viktor’s head tucked over his shoulder and arms around him

7) They did a ‘day in the life’ interview with a magazine to show what a typical day of training was like for them where a photographer and journalist followed them for a day. The two reporters ended up catching far too many adorable and heartwarming moments between them during their normal domestic routine/banter to fit it all in the article. When it was published all their fans freaked out over A) how cute they both were together B) how crazily hard both of their training regimes were and C) All the really attractive photos of them that got published

6) They once went on a show where celebrities had to run an advanced obstacle course and they were competing against each other. They both got super competitive over it and had a ton of fun and in the end Yuuri won by a few seconds because of his better stamina. Viktor called foul play and claimed that the sight of Yuuri’s ass above him on the climbing wall was too distracting for him to do his best. Yuuri gave him a kiss to shut him up and Viktor agreed it was an acceptable loser’s prize

5) They went on a celebrity special of a cooking show as a couple. Yuuri was in it to win it and he wasn’t going to let anything get in their way, not even Viktor’s abysmal cooking skills. Viktor was far more concerned about flirting heavily with Yuuri and trying to get him to lick buttercream off his fingers than to actually concentrate much on the competition. They won, but barely. The entire highlights reel was made up of clips of them flirting and being adorable though so Viktor still considers it a resounding success

4) They played the couple’s truth or drink game where someone asked a question and they either had to answer completely honestly or both drink. One of the questions was 'how often do you two have sex’ and they both took one look at each other and then simultaneously knocked back their drinks

3) They went on the buzz feed drunk with puppies thing where they both had to get drunk and then were surrounded by puppies while someone filmed their reaction. Yuuri was the one crying like 'I shouldn’t be drunk, I can’t protect them’ while trying to hug them all at once while Viktor was cuddling a massive puppy pile like 'these are all mine now’

2) They ran a day where little kids could come for free skating sessions with the world champions to try and encourage more people to start skating. It was all filmed and the two of them guiding tiny little skaters around and being really nice and encouraging to all the wide-eyed kids was too adorable to handle

1) They played the 'how well do you know each other’ game where a question is asked and they needed to write the answer on a board and then flip it around to see if they both said the same thing. They got every single question right

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My mom’s cat had kittens and they’re sooooo cuuuteeee, they’re a week old in this pic and they try and hiss if you touch them without mom around, but all that comes out is this little KHCK sound and they jump a little bit.

Oh Captain!// Steve Rogers x Reader (P2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Language, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WANG BEFORE YOU BANG), slight dry humping, bit of dirty talk, a little Sub!Steve…if you squint and cock your head at a 45 degree angle.
Summary: Steve bares all, in more ways than one. How is anyone supposed to resist this god-forsakenly beautiful man? You don’t; you give into temptation and enjoy the ride. Sometimes Steve’s smart mouth gets him into trouble. Bonus: Bruce is so cute when he’s embarrassed.

A/N: I’m still getting the hang of this smut thing so pls bear with me. Idk why tf I’m so damn shy about writing it when I’m sinful as hell irl.  Also bless you @emilyevanston for reminding me that Steve is so much more than just Captain America. Sorry this took so long, hopefully the fic makes up for the long ass wait! Feedback is absolutely appreciated.

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No Need to Worry

Enjoy this little idea that came to me about half an hour ago. 

Plot: H is grumpy and jealous but Y/N knows how to cheer him up.

Warnings: None. Might hint on some smut but not really. 

Gif of this angel isn’t mine.

“Joe is friendly, isn’t he?” 

A deep frown decorated his forehead as he murmured the words, the only give away that the question wasn’t meant lightly. For a moment I’d believed he hadn’t meant for me to hear at all.
I looked over at Harry who was sitting beside me in the back of a cab. His shoulders were tense and his lips set into a pout, his eyes focused out of the window and onto the streets and buildings rushing past us in the dark.
We were surrounded with silence as our cab driver didn’t seem to want music playing and anyway after a long and busy night Harry and I were glad to have some peace together. Although it didn’t feel too peaceful. 
Something was going on in his head and I was determined to find out what. However, Harry didn’t like prying. So I would have to be careful.
A smile tugged at my lips and I reached out to rest a hand on his knee. My fingers touched over the skin his ripped jeans left exposed and my smile widened when I noticed Harry trying to suppress a grin of his own when my thumb tickled him slightly. His hand batted at mine in a half-hearted attempt at disconnecting us. I giggled and let go.

“Joe is an alright person, yes,” I chose to answer. 

“Hm.” 

Harry shifted in his seat and I swallowed hard when now even the hint of a smile had disappeared from his features. I moved my hand to squeeze his thigh gently. 

“Are you okay, Harry?”

He nodded. When I kept staring at him in doubt he rolled his eyes. “M’fine, Y/N.”

“Okay.” 

Silently I unbuckled my seatbelt, careful not to let him notice. Then I leaned in closer and breathed a chaste kiss to his cheek, allowing myself momentarily to enjoy his warmth, his familiar smell and the softness of his skin, then I moved away again. My eyes focused onto the trees at the side of the roads we travelled on, all of them decorated with lights that made them shine. London really was one beautiful city. 

“I don’t like Joe,” Harry grumbled from beside me.

I let out a laugh. That didn’t take even half the time I had expected. “Oh really?” 

When I looked at my boyfriend his face was set into a hard mine and he breathed heavily. Both arms were crossed over his chest and one of his knees shook nervously. 

“He’s strange,” Harry explained, though his tone let me know that there was more. 

My body turned to his. I let my knees nudge his gently and lifted one hand to massage his left shoulder. My fingers felt his tense muscles and I sighed, unhappy he was so uncomfortable.
Harry looked at me briefly. 

“He kept touching you.” 

I cleared my throat, unsure how to reply. My head played through the events of the night, entering the restaurant, greeting all of Harry’s mates, sitting down with them and enjoying a meal with friends. It had been harmless, hadn’t it? Joe didn’t even sit close to me. 

“What gave you that impression?” I asked quietly. 

Harry hissed. Loud. 

“What didn’t give me that impression is what you should be asking!”

“Har-” I began but was quickly interrupted.

“He kissed your cheek when we came in, too properly and too long. I saw him squeeze your waist when he thought I didn’t see and I doubt he knows what his plate looked like, given that he stared at you as if you were his piece of meat he’d have tonight!”

A hand brushed over his forehead and only now did I notice that he was actually shaking. I was certain that if we weren’t in the confines of the backstreet of a car he’d explode in rage. His cheeks were flushed and his brows furrowed. 

“Harry,” I spoke soothingly, “He really didn’t seem that pushy to me.”

“Probably ‘cause you think he’s attractive.” 

Harry’s burning green orbs found mine and I shrunk back a little. “Now you’re being silly.”

He fell silent. My gaze was set on him with worry, trying to find out how to calm him when he would clearly not be swayed to believe into the innocence of his friend anytime soon.

“Harry,” I murmured, my hand moving to the back of his neck so I could scratch his hairline, “I love you.” 

“Great.”

I bit back a laugh. My fingers moved up and slightly pulled at his hair. Careful not to make too much noise so the driver wouldn’t be alarmed, I climbed closer to him so I could press myself into his side. The skin of his neck shuddered when my mouth found the shell of his ear.

“You’re the most handsome man I know,” I hushed and all seductiveness of my tone drained when I giggled. 

Harry whined and turned his head away, but he was clearly smiling, too. 

“Joe couldn’t possibly look as good when naked as you do,” I continued, feigning a moan, while my hand trailed up dangerously close to his crotch, “You always steal my breath, Harry. Make me crazy.”

It was when my teeth nibbled his earlobe that his entire body began to wind and turn, his smile and giggle now impossible to stay hidden. 

“Dammit Y/N. Can’t you just let me be pissed of at someone for once?” 

“Nope,” I laughed, “I like your smile far too much, my love.”

His eyes met mine, full of adoration and warmth and he leaned in, nudging his nose with my own. Harry’s arm found my back and he pulled me into him with a short yank. I giggled and embraced him tightly. He didn’t give me any time however, before his lips were attached to my own with needy kisses, almost as if we’d been apart for an undesired amount of time. I whimpered and secured my hold around his neck. His kisses had my tummy flutter and my skin’s heat increase. I could taste his desperation to be close and if we were anywhere else I might just have given in. 
But we were in a car. And a stranger could watch.

“Harry,” I urged, trying to disconnect his mouth from my own, “Wait.”

“M’impatient,” he groaned. 

“Oh I can tell,” I giggled, pushing his wandering hands away from my breasts, “But we’ve got to wait until we’re home.”

He pulled back at last, a pout on his pink lips and lust in his eyes. Harry could be such a boy at times. 
His body relaxed back into his seat and I drew back, only allowing my hand to stay interlocked with his. I let my thumb draw slow circles over his skin before bringing both of our hands up to kiss his. 

“We don’t have to hang out with Joe again if he made you uncomfortable,” I offered. 

Harry shrugged. “I would have thought you’re the one to find him uncomfortable.”

“I don’t,” I explained, “but he’s also not someone I desperately need in my life. Like I do you, for example.”

Harry smiled smugly.

I continued, “So it’d be fine with me.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to bring my hand to his mouth. My heart squeezed happily when he pressed a warm kiss to it. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, “for putting up with me. You know I hate going all caveman on you but something ‘bout him is just off to me.”

“I understand,” I assured him with a reassuring smile, “And a little caveman is quite nice every now and again.”

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“I swear I’m not crazy!” You called from the bathroom as Klaus chuckled, laying back on the bed.

“I can assure you the painting is mine, I have several sketches of it before it was finished.” Klaus called back, smiling when you climbed into bed and yawned.

“You’re a nerd.” You hummed. “An old timey nerd.” You said through a giggled as Klaus pulled the duvet around you and started to doze off.

After a few minutes, you brushed your fingers along his cheek, jumping slightly when he griped your wrist and motioned for you to move closer.

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy.” You muttered and he made a soft grumbling noise.

“I am far too dangerous to be cute.” He grunted sleepily.

“Nope, you’re adorable.” You whispered, smiling when he let you wriggle around until you were comfortably snuggled against him.

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