this is p shitty but i had to i just had to

playing “guess what team this hockey player is on” w/ my brother

he knows nothing about hockey and here are the highlights

  • sidney crosby
    • ironically, seconds after establishing that the only 2 teams he knew of were the canucks and the penguins, he guessed that sid played for the canucks
    • “didn’t he score some important goal for vancouver in some big hockey championship thing??”
      • spoiler: he was thinking of the van 2010 olympics
      • he does not accept this though, continues to insist sid is captain of the canucks
        • stop him
  • max paciorrety 
    • him, immediately upon hearing the name: “MAXIMUM PATCH”
      • “he probably plays for a very patchwork team. what’s a patchwork place? florida. he plays for the florida…. panthers.”
      • me: “that… actually is the name of a team. not pacioretty’s team but, a team. did you know that?”
      • “no i guessed”
      • i gave him a point for it anyway
  • henrik sedin
    • he somehow started thinking he was related to the colour brown somehow (don’t ask how) 
      • “what’s brown? …the water in kentucky”
      • “the shitty teams are brown. he plays for the… oh! the boston bruins”
      • @ bruins fans i apologized but i laughed, i did
    • “give me a hint” “how about i give you his brother’s name. plays for the same team, it’s daniel”
      • “daniel… henrik… handle… dendrik” (continues for 30 seconds) 
      • me: “maybe… maybe focus on the team instead of just how to combine their names?”
    • “are they on a canadian team?” “yes” “the… toronto maple leafs” “no”
      • my brother lives in vancouver and really should know this one
      • he does not
      • literally there was a canucks jersey (mine) hanging up behind him while we were doing this and i,
    • i had to tell him henrik sedin was captain of the vancouver canucks and he said
      • “i thought that was sidney crosby”
      • TO MY FACE
  • jamie benn
    • “could you have possibly given me a more generic name??”
    • gave his brother’s name for a hint again
      • this was before the montreal trade. do svidanya jobenn (((
    • he managed to narrow it down to the state of texas
      • “there’s a team in texas?? where???”
      • “i’m gonna guess houston. jamie… jordie… a lot of j sounds… i’m gonna say they play for the houston giraffes”
  • brent burns
    • “burns, burns, what burns…. california is experiencing draughts..” “you’re getting close actually” “really? wow”
      • “sacramento.. san jose… i know san jose has a team! the san jose… uhh…”
      • (our dad) “here’s a hint, we had a chance to swim with them on our last vacation but you slept in”
      • “oh! i think that was a called a… a takihiti fish.” (our dad, quietly: no.) “yes. the san jose takihiti fish”
  • pk subban
    • “pk?? does that stand for something??” “yes, parnell karl” (our dad, whose name is karl: “nice”)
    • tbh i don’t remember what he guessed but he sat there repeating “pk subban… pk… suuuu… bannnn.. subban… Suuub’n. P… K… Subban” to himself for like 2 minutes and that was hilarious to me for some reason
  • geno malkin
    • “geno… sounds italian” 
      • me: *tries to tell him geno’s actual name w/ my best attempt at pronounciation* him: “…yebbie veggie?” 
    • “idk man give me a hint” 
    • “ok so… his captain played in the 2010 vancouver olympics”
    • “…his captain is sidney crosby”
    • “yes!”
    • “so he plays for the vancouver canucks!!”
    • “no.”

// THE!! BEST!! GIFT!! EVER!! IS!!
M E M E S!!!!
kind of nsfw, at least implied.

{ Valentine’s day special }

Zen:

- He’d gotten the whole shebang, like every cheesy gift imaginable. Everything. Who is this man, why is he like this.

- You just slowly slide an envelope over the table– he gets really excited and starts to open it with a huge smile on his face; you have to bite your cheek to contain yourself.

- When he gets it open, it’s literally pouring out valentine’s day cards with memes on them

- ” Wait what is this? Spell lana backwards? … OH”

- He’s laughing while he’s opening them because he didn’t know what he expected but not this?

- “ Looks like someone’s getting cremè bru-laid toni– M C ”

- Keeps them because he thinks they’re funny and just so you. Trust me, he’ll go through with everything that’s written on those cards if you know what i’m dayin wink wonk

Jumin:

- Honestly don’t give it to him out front like hide little sticky notes around the house for him to find

- He’ll be at work two weeks after valentine’s day and he just finds
“ you’ll be making MY kitten purr tonight“ WITH A PICTURE OF ELIZABETH THE 3RD

- Calls you and asks how many of these you made because he finds them at random, he found one in the oven like?? when did you have time for this

- He recognizes V’s ugly writing on a few of them and he’s going to fight that man for helping you with this

Yoosung:

- He was so so scared for valentine’s day– what if you didn’t like his gift? He just went with what Jaehee told him to get and rolled with it.

- He’s stuttering and nervous, you slide him a card. incognito. If you had sunglasses, they would have been worn.

- You got him a video game!! And he’s excited, but confused when there’s no disk?? it’s just cardboard with something written on it

- “ the only thing you’ll be playing with is me tonight. ”

- VISIBLY SWEATING AS HE SPITS OUT HIS DRINK

Jaehee:

- she’d have none of your bullshit honestly

- She saw you making cards and she just cannot believe this she runs whenever you chase her with them in hand

- “ damn girl, you optimus fine ”

- S TO P

- “ let’s get together and have some shrex because i’m not ogre you ”

- N O

- “ id let you in my swamp ”

- SHES ABOUT TO BURN THE HOUSE STOP

Seven:

- oh look at that you both had the same idea

- He makes his hand made memes into paper planes and sends them to you via flight through the living room

- “ let’s bop bop bop ur top off ”

- of course you HAVE to send one back I mean it’s just common courtesy!

- fucking looses it at
“ ravioli ravioli give me the dickioli ”

- this goes on all night until the living room is COVERED in these cards

- poor saeran is surrounded by your sins when he wakes up look what you’ve done you’ve soiled him

V:


- V is the sweetest on valentine’s day okay he gets you roses, gives you massages with nice vanilla candles all around, ( he’s a god with his hands trust me trust me) kisses, chocolates, wine, he’s basically your servant for the day and you over here givin him some memes? smh who are you

- no but seriously, he would think it’s the cutest thing. especially handmade, look at your creativity! what a nerd

- hey he can spice things up too– He’s not stale, he’s a cool kid too MC. But his memes are wholesome with some sexual innuendo but mainly wholesome

- “ You take my breath away ”
WITH A SHITTY DRAWN INHALER AA MY MAN

- Most sexual has to be
“ Ill turn you on! ”
on top of your laptop, he’s so cute and blushy when you find it

Saeran:


- he’s concerned for your wellbeing because you’re laughing so hard at the stack of valentines in his hand

- “ I think you’re eggstaordinary?? I want to see your hard drive— MC what is this EXPLAIN”

- He’s laughing too because he honestly can’t believe this you worked so hard on these

- He loves you so much his heart hurts because of it— you’re so silly and goofy and it makes him so happy? but these are terrible who taught you how to meme? let the master show you how it’s done ~

anonymous asked:

Prompt - Even doesn't have anything to wear because Isak takes all his clothes and doesn't do laundry

I gotchu anon :P :P I know you’ve been waiting for this one for awhile hahaha hope you enjoy!!

———————–

God give him the patience to deal with Isak sometimes.

It’s not that he doesn’t love Isak- he does. He loves every hair on his head and every quirk of his cupid’s bow lips. He loves his shitty taste in movies and his insistence on surviving on nothing but beer, weed, kebabs, and general bitchiness. 

But what he does not love about Isak is his complete inability to remember to do the laundry.

Not even that- it wouldn’t be a problem if Isak just wore his own clothes.

“Son of a bitch,” Even murmurs to himself, holding up one of the many hoodies he had packed on his bid to spend the week at Isak’s. It was his green one, soft and threaded and it was fucking dirty.

It smelled like Isak- like weed-tinged sweaty teenage boy. And while generally- yeah that fucking does it for Even; gets him turned on like a mother fucker-

He’s supposed to have dinner with his parents tonight and this was the only article of clothing he had banked on being clean. And he can only picture the look on his parent’s face if he were to show up for dinner smelling of weed and boy.

 “Isak!” Even’s voice is riding the edge of being fondly exasperated and annoyed as fuck- but fondly annoyed as fuck because it’s Isak.

There’s a pause, then a small thump, and the sound of the shower turning off. “What?”

“I need to borrow some clothes. Somebody wore my hoodie and didn’t wash it,” Even stared pointedly out at the hallway despite knowing that Isak had no way of seeing him, “Where’s your clean stuff?”

“Uh-” And Even sighs, already knowing the answer to the conundrum, “I think I forgot to do this week’s load?”

“So lucky he’s cute,” Even throws the dirty hoodie down on the bed, and raises his voice again. “Do you think Eskild owns things in my size?”

There’s another thump and a curse and then Isak is strolling into the room in nothing but a towel and a furrow between his brows. “You can’t wear Eskild’s stuff.”

Even tries not to stare at the water droplets running down Isak’s chest. (But they are there and their dripping down the center of Isak’s chest where Even’s tongue had been this morning-)

“Why not?”

Isak looks at him like he’s an idiot, “Yeah I’m going to let my boyfriend wear another guy’s clothes.”

Even raises a brow, “How many articles of clothing in your closet are Jonas’s?”

“That’s different,” Isak says after a moment’s hesitation and the furrow is back in his eyebrow and even wants to smooth it out with a kiss but he needs something to wear damnit, “Jonas is Jonas. He doesn’t count.”

“Oh no?” Even moves towards Isak, leaning in to nip quickly at the hollow of his throat before pulling back. Isak huffs, but angles a bit more towards him, “You don’t think it gets on my nerves when you wear one of Jonas’s shirts?”

Isak looks at him like he’s never even thought it over, “Does it?”

Even hold his gaze for an intense few moments, before rolling his eyes, “We wouldn’t be in the predicament if you just did the laundry.”

“I forgot,” Isak groaned, looking around the room, “I can do it right now.”

“We have to be dinner with my parents in an hour.”

Isak grins, “You could just wear nothing? I wouldn’t mind that.”

Even rolls his eyes again, “The streets of Oslo have seen enough of this naked bod.”

“Maybe Oslo has,” Isak leans up to press a kiss in the sensitive skin behind Even’s ear and lets the sentence hang.

Even pulls back, “I want you to know that your attempts at distraction are terrible. But I missed you today so I’m going to pretend that they are working. And then I’m going to ask Eskild for clothes.”

Isak tilts his head and smiles beatifically. 

(Even ends up wearing the hoodie because Isak glowered at every outfit of Eskild’s he had tried on. Even puts up with a lot of shit sometimes.)

It’s a Latin@ Thing

Nursey Week Day 2

Prompt: Simplicity

Also on AO3 (with translations)

Nursey had a long day. He had four classes back to back on Tuesdays and Thursdays this semester. He was ready to bail on his plans to paint and write at her studio (he’d taken to being her canvas when Shitty was busy with law school). He storms through the Haus, chucking his bag next to the staircase as he grabbed some custard pie from the fridge.  

He cut himself a slice as he hears chattering coming down the stairs.

“Mira, puto,” he hears Whiskey protest.

He hears someone, presumably Tango, snort. “No, lo único que quiero mirar es su chiquito culo corriendo hasta Murder Stop N Shop por mis refrescos.“

"En sus sueños, mi rey,” Whiskey chirps.

Nursey chuckles at their back and forth, garnering the attention of the tadpoles as they pass the kitchen. They stare at Derek quizzically.

Whiskey turns to Tango, “I knew it. I fucking knew he heard us on the bus last week.”

Tango shrugs, “¿quieres un desfile?”

“You see what I put up with?” Whiskey addresses Derek. “Pinche cabrón,” he mutters.

Nursey smirks, nodding sympathetically.

“¿Oye, es Puertorriqueño o Dominicano o Cubano o que?” Tango inquires.

“Cuban,” he admits awkwardly, “or my mom is.”

“¿Puedes hablar español?”

Nursey blushes, “well yea, but my accent’s shit.”

Whiskey and Tango give each other a look, quickly ushering Nursey into the living room.  They gently push him down onto the couch, flipping the TV on.

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Reader and Smoking Weed With The Jocks

Request: Okay… But smoking weed with the jocks tho and getting hella sideways. Like not just “one too many bong hits” fucked up bc that’s not shit but more like “I’m laying on the floor bc l just ate nine edibles and can’t feel my legs h e l p m e” kinda fucked up and the guys act like their laughing it off and stuff but they’re lowkey SUPER nervous and a tiny bit worried bc you literally can’t move, one of them had to help lift you on to the couch and your talking to Justin about something crazy like

 

A/N: Sorry for the wait on this. As you’ll soon tell, I’ve never been high, but I hope this is somewhat accurate.

 

Warnings: Drug use.

 

Reader and Smoking Weed With The Jocks…

  • Okay so when you first met the jocks you had never gotten high before

  • It all started with you hanging out with them when they got high most days after school

  • You never really joined in with them, but it was funny watching all of them lose their shit

  • You almost felt the need to take care of them in a way. You didn’t want them to hurt themselves while they weren’t able to think clearly enough to understand the seriousness of the situation

  • And then came finals week. And you’d had a super shitty day with school and your home life and just decided you were going to join them

  • They were super hesitant at first, but figured that with all of them there you couldn’t get yourself into that much trouble

  • But they were wrong

  • It started off fine. They made you take things slow, and you were just relieved to have the weight of the world off your shoulders

  • Then you couldn’t get enough of the feeling

  • The fact that it was your first time getting high went out the window completely, and you didn’t care how messed up you got, you just kept taking hits

  • It got funnier as time went on

  • Everything was funny. Zach’s voice, Justin’s shirt, Alex’s hair. All of it was hilarious to you

  • The boys were high too, but they just found you so cute that they completely forgot to make sure you paced yourself

  • You kept up with them the entire way, even taking a few more hits than they did

  • That was how you ended up sprawled across the floor, the ceiling turning into a beautiful motion picture above you

  • Half of the boys were gone with you, and you all lay spread out around the room in a daze

  • You’d eaten half of the food in the cupboard, even fighting with Monty over a small snack sized bag of chips

  • It didn’t really hit anyone how beyond gone you were until you started giggling to yourself

  • “What so funny?”

  • “I can’t move my legs”

  • That’s when the panic set in a little with the boys. They all started to argue between each other what they should do. Monty even suggested they call Jeff for help, but everyone knew that would just end in a full on lecture

  • You just brushed them off though, you were fine, really, more than fine in fact. You felt perfect. The boys soon figured out you could in fact move, you just had no desire to and no strength left in you

  • Justin picked you up with Zach and they put you on the couch, where you snuggled into Alex’s side

  • After that none of them would let you out of their sight. They kept checking up on you and declared no more smoking for the afternoon. The funniest part was when they all had to come together and come up with a lie to tell your parents as to why you couldn’t go home that night. Needless to say Jess received a few messages begging her to cover for you all

  • The boys were reluctant after that to let you get high again, but you of course used you puppy dog eyes and it wasn’t hard to convince them. It was a favourite pastime for you all, and you honestly adored the weightless feeling it gave you



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Iplier Short Story #2

“What have you DONE!?” Darkiplier demanded, rising to his feet. His voice broke with fury and his shell buckled under the weight of a demons rage, unintentional yelling occurring in close spurts that was quickly drowned out by the others yelling, just as enraged.

Googles body jerked back and forth and his voice glitched more rapidly than it did on average, his anger feeding off of Darks. Ed was yelling inappropriate slurs and Bim’s anger was mostly related to getting no spotlight in the, as he described, ‘Show as shitty as the pink rat on his lip’.

Silver, too, was primarily angry about the sun not shining on him in the show, while Dr. Iplier and the Host sat silent, a satisfied smirk on Dr. Ipliers face as he kept his back to Dark and stared at Warfstache.

The Host was facing towards his folded arms, and murmuring to himself the events unfolding before him. He had nothing valuable to add to the conversation since he knew this would happen and knows how this will end. He dreaded the conversations climax.

“You’re not the only one controlling this herd, Dark!” Wilford said, standing as well and locking eyes with the gray spectrum man opposite of him, their brown eyes locking and tension crackling between the two. “We’ve agreed this is a shared burden and we must make decisions together, you deciding that this was a bad idea without input from me is not what we’ve agreed on for the years we’ve been working as partners!”

“You’re acting like a selfish toddler in the midst of a tantrum and you are in no condition to make such high staking decisions without further consulting me,” Dark retaliated, his eyes narrowed to slits and his brow furrowed, his lip drawn upwards into a growl.

“You’VE led-led-led us evEn FARther FROM Our p-pri-priiimary oBjecTIVe,” Google said, his fingernails digging into the wooden table and leaving indents, the constant jerking back and forth as he glitched leaving long swooping scratches that looked like cat claws raking at something that had run across the furniture. “You-You’re a FOOl if yOu B-B-Beliiiieve thiis wo-won’t have DIre ConsssIqueNCEs.”

“Sit your broken ass down, Google. I won’t hesitate to factory reset you,” Warfstache threatened, his brown eyes flicking towards the software who met his gaze for a second before turning away and looking at his hands.

“Everybody, please, settle down!” Dr. Iplier said, standing up and looking around the room, all eyes on him except for the four that were arguably the most powerful of the nine egos. “I know this may seem bad but please, take into consideration the benefits! After all, I am a doctor and I know best, so if I say that this is good then this must be good.”

Dark glared towards Dr. Iplier and his chair quickly scooted into the table, buckling the alleged doctors legs and forcing him to sit back down, and the man in the white coat looked to the furious demon and felt his blood run cold, adverting eye contact and going silent.

The Host mumbling was beginning to be heard as the intimidation of Dark and Warfstache caused the last three to sit down if they were standing and slowly quiet down as well, the room filled with an uncomfortable silence and the tension was thick enough you could cut it.

“Wilford began to speak,” The Host whispered, immediately followed by Warfstache hitting the table with his fist, drawing all attention to him.

“Wilford’s had enough of this shit,” he said, not breaking eye contact with Dark despite addressing everyone in the room. “You’re all blaming me and you don’t even know what for! We have no idea what stir the video will cause so crawl off your high horse as if you’re above me because at least I had the gonads to stand up against Dark when none of you dare look him in the eye. If this backfires, then you have every right to sit here and ridicule me, but until then don’t act like you can predict the future. You’ll have to be patient like everyone else and just wait.”

Silence carried on again, the tension and expectations still high and The Host had resorted to mouthing the story unraveling in front of him.

“Ok, Wilford,” Darkiplier said, slowly sitting down again and readjusting his tie and brushing a lock of hair from his face. “We’ll wait and see what kind of reaction your project gets. But I’m warning you now,” Dark continued still locking eyes with Wilford. “If this sets back our plan for even five seconds, your consequences will be devastating.”

“Alright, fine,” Wilford sighed, combing some hair to the side with his fingers and brushing off his shirt.

“Good. If that’s all that there is to discuss, then meeting is adjourned,” Dark announced, and in immediate response practically everyone in the room gathered anything they might have brought with them and piled out of the office, eager to escape the room still heavy with anger and discomfort. The only two that stayed were The Host and Darkiplier.

“You should’ve told me,” Dark said, his narrowed eyes casting a glare towards the Host who didn’t turn away from his arms.

“…It wouldn’t have changed anything,” The Host responded in a hushed voice. “All paths pointed to the disobedience of Wilford no matter how many words you, I, or anyone shared. If every reality is certain of a single action then that action will be performed in every reality. I’m sorry, Dark, but warning you would’ve done nothing but waste both of our time.”

“That’s for me to decide, not you,” Dark said, his voice hissing with anger. “I’ve kept you by my side and I’ve put you first countless of times. Who saved you and healed you after you were shot and left for dead in a shed out in the middle of nowhere?”

The Host was silent for a long moment, and when he spoke he was as quiet as a terrified child answering obediently to a furious parent. “You,” he said, his voice cracking slightly as he strained to make himself heard.

“Yes, and now you are repaying my generosity with unjustified disobedience?” Dark demanded, his hand clenched into a fist. “All I’ve asked you to do was tell me of any future events that will negatively or positively affect me, is that really too much? Tell me now before it’s too late because I can remove you very quickly if need be.”

“…That won’t be necessary,” The Host said, his fingers scratching his arms anxiously. “This won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

“You’re better than this, Author,” Dark said, standing up as well. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you do this again.”

Dark once again readjusted his hair and the gray around him flickered as he disappeared, leaving the Host alone in the conference room once again, where he faced the wall for a long moment before putting his face against the table and hiding himself, wrapping his arms around his head and letting out a short, shaky breath.

33; blind.au!jungkook

hands (33)
p: when someone kisses the other person’s hand(s)

for someone as beautiful as jungkook, to be able to paint the world with his talent, touch souls washed in between the ocean of people he’s touched with his voice, you think it’s even more beautiful to experience the little things with him. like how he tries his best to make the bed even though it’s always lopsided but he makes it up with walking from one end to another to make sure it’s levelled that way. or how he has to check twice to ensure the door is lock because your safety is important to me, okay y/n? now stop laughing help me get my stick.

it’s time to add another thing to the list (as if it hasn’t been there before): kisses.

specifically, hand kisses.

you soon found out after the months of being together with jungkook, he was a romantic. a spontaneous romantic at times but mostly a gestures kind of guy. considering he’s limited in terms of sight to plan certain things on his own, he relies heavily on his touch and words than the average human being. in your case, whichever he preferred, you love were fine with.

jungkook insisted to be the one to get the drinks (no matter how hard you tried to rebuttal, it was hopeless). so you can only hope that no one gives him a hard time because the world is filled with shitty people and kids, lord, kids please

you didn’t realize you had been holding your breath until jungkook managed to place the tray on the table with minimal effort, from what you have seen. there had been moments you were tempted to jump off your seat to guide him safely but trust overpowers your worry to trust he’ll be fine. apart from the kid that almost bumped into him that he diffuse your anxiety with easily stepping to the side, your heart can function again.

on the other hand, jungkook noticed this a mile long away.

“you can breathe now, y/n. i got back here safe,”

“…how’d you know?”

“that your heartbeat was twice as fast with your hand almost squeezing mine to break on the walk here when i said i wanted to get the drinks no discussion?” he raises a brow, all while chuckling, “pretty clear,”

you don’t bother hiding it anymore, only exhaling deeply as you slip your hands in his when he places them flat on the table, face up. without another pause for a heartbeat your palms meet his for assurance.

“you know why i’m like this, right?”

“i know,” he nods, pulling your hands over to his side where he has the ability to make you keep silent even though he’s not pressing his lips to yours. they meet the back of your hand, soft and gentle to soothe your erratic pulse that stirs up jungkook’s conscious. when the familiar pace welcomes into your system, he smiles and lingers his lips on your skin, for a little while more than he had intended but it’s all only because - “i know.”

and he’s very thankful for that.

Yoncé | Partition

Imagine for me if you will, it’s a Haus party in Bitty’s junior year. Jack has come to visit so it’s pretty low-key. And by low-key I mean Rans&Holster didn’t invite people from every college in a 50 mile radius. So the hockey team is there, the whole bench though and their significant others and close friends so the Haus is still teeming with people right? And it was an unusually warm spring day so the theme for the night is beach party.

Girls in bikini tops and cut off jean shorts, Rans&Holster are in booty running shorts and crop tops. Jack is still in jeans and a t-shirt but the shades and backwards ball cap give him a laid back look as he chats with a shirtless Chowder who’s only wearing some board shorts. Nursey just wore skinny pants and a tank top and Dex is in some silky basketball shorts with a t-shirt. 

The biggest spectacle after Rans&Hoster are Bitty and Shitty. In true Shitty fashion he’s showing more skin than anyone would wish but much to the relief of everyone, Lardo had taken one look at the speedo paired with his trusty jean vest, tugged him down into a chair and distracted him with kisses while sitting on his lap and covering some of that creamy white skin.

Bitty, well Bitty is embracing the efforts of the Better Bitty Booty Bureau in his short shorts and the tank top that’s been knotted in the back to show off those back and ab muscles that come so naturally to D1 college hockey players. 

Dex and Nursey are against a wall, it’s Dex’s turn to drink so he’s already had a couple shots and is nursing (lol) a beer next to Nurse as they talk about class.

Then that tell-tale “Lemme hear you say ‘Hey, Ms. Carter,’” plays over the speakers and a small cheer goes up on the “dance floor” in the middle of the living room.

Dex watches the crowd part as Bitty drags Jack from the kitchen doorway to the middle of the crowd of writhing bodies dancing away to Beyoncé.

“Oh man, Bits is so fun to dance with on this playlist,” Nursey says, already pushing off the wall and taking the last swallow of beer in his glass like he’s going to leave Dex all by his lonesome along the wall.

Well. Fuck that.

“D, let Bits get it on with his boyfriend,” Dex slurs slightly as he reaches out and grabs a hold of a sweat slick bicep.

Nursey freezes and looks back over his shoulder at Dex, raising an eyebrow for good measure.

“But I wanna dance,” he pouts and Dex shrugs.

“So dance here, I wanna drink some more,” he offers and Nursey looks down, only when Dex follows his gaze does he realize he’s still holding Nursey’s arm, even though he stepped back to stand along the wall again.

“You want me to dance here?” Nursey asks speculatively, looking pointedly at the lack of space and the people milling around not dancing.

Dex goes to take another swallow of beer and finds his cup empty. After pouting for a moment he looks back up at Nursey and sighs.

“Fine you can go dance, but I’m coming with,” Dex declares and proceeds to drag Nursey into the crowd of people dancing away to the dirty, dirty words of Beyoncé. 

Dex just dances for a while, lets the alcohol and the music work his muscles loose and pliant. He forgets to keep an eye on Nursey and by the time he remembers Nursey is on Dex patrol tonight instead of the other way around Nursey has weaved through the crowd and is standing right in front of him.

“Hi,” Dex says, smiling brightly. “You came back!”

“Never left, Poindexter,” Nursey grumbles but he doesn’t look all that irritated. So Dex leans in and throws his arms around Derek’s neck and goes back to moving his body with the beat.

After a too-long hesitation, Dex feels those big strong hands taking a hold of his sides and Dex smirks at Derek.

“Way to make yourself useful,” he says over the music, “now dance with me ya putz.”

Nursey shakes his head but Dex thinks he’s laughing so it’s okay.

“Never knew you could dance like this, Dex,” Nursey says a little while later when there’s a quiet lull in the music.

Dex just throws his head back and laughs because he’s not drunk (he is though) but he is having fun and since Nursey hasn’t caught on yet to the fact that Dex wants to date him, he might as well up his game even further.

“You ain’t seen nothing,” Dex purrs, dropping the words right in Derek’s ear.

He grins, wicked and sharp and pulls Nursey from the dance floor towards the kitchen. It’s even hotter in there somehow but Dex doesn’t care. All he cares about is turning his pulling into pushing Nursey down onto a kitchen chair that was left turned away from the table.

Nursey has never been so confused and so turned on at the same time in his life. William Poindexter has taken him to the semi-private kitchen for what Derek can only hope is a private dance show?? Maybe a-

His thoughts cut off when Dex plops down on his lap, long legs straddling Nursey, long pale arms loosely around his neck.

“You want me to stop, just say so D,” Dex whispers in his ear and Nursey has no hope of containing the shiver that goes through him.

Nursey is equal parts confused, awestruck and turned on. Because he had no idea that all that lithe muscle on the 6’2” frame could move like that. So sinuous and practiced and -

“Do you practice this?” he blurts out and Dex stops and gives him a look. One of those, if he had glasses he’d be looking over the rim to stare disapprovingly at him type looks.

“Not since I took that pole dancing class in high school,” Dex says flatly.

And Nursey’s brain kind of whites out at the image of Dex in shorts that just barely cover the goods, so tight they might as well be painted on dancing on a pole.

He literally loses focus on his surroundings the next thing he knows Dex is in front of him, hands on Derek’s shoulders and he’s still moving in one long sinuous line.

“P-Pole dancing, bro?”

Dex smirks and slides his chest up from where he’d been crouching in front of Nursey so close he catches the smell of his aftershave. And Derek always thought that move was overdone, I mean if Channing Tatum doing it didn’t rile him up, who would? But it is so much different when it’s a strong sweaty chest that’s attached to your best friends face and is perilously close to you when he does it. And Nursey finds himself reaching out to touch and Dex doesn’t stop him, miraculously he grabs Derek’s hand and puts it right on his chest, right in between those pale freckled pecs.

Then Dex is turning, curling in closer as he holds Nursey’s hand in place where he’d put it and then that perfect hockey ass is in his lap, swaying and circling and mesmerizing in those basketball shorts. Too soon probably Nursey has to end the private show. He can’t take it anymore and pulls Dex into his lap, wrapping his own strong arms around that beautiful chest pulling back until Dex’s weight is fully on him and his head is tilted back on Nursey’s shoulder. Nursey buries his nose there and starts mouthing at the sweaty skin.

“You’re killin me,” he grumbles and Dex laughs before it turns into a moan.

“We-” he gasps when Nursey uses just a hint of teeth. “We can’t afford the fines of desecrating Bitty’s kitchen.”

Nursey groans and buries his face where he’d been happily leaving a mark.

“So we have to move?”

Dex laughs again and pats his now limp hands that are no longer holding him in place.

“Come on, I’ll get right back in your lap once we’re in our room.”

And well, Nursey can’t turn down a promise like that.

Over Stimulation [m]

Character: Seungyoon (Winner)
Word count: 1894
Summary: Your daddy was kind and very caring. He loved to look after you and pamper his baby. But one thing he did not tolerate was disobedience | #smut

Winners kinks are: here! :) ty you for the request, anon, I’m so deprived of winner :/ and I’m trying to improve my smut so hopefully that shows :p

Originally posted by ssonqs-archived


Seungyoon is a gentle daddy, for the most part. He wipes away crumbs from your lips, brushes your hair and ties your shoelaces for you. There was nothing but care behind his gentle touches, that made you trust him so much. You always listened to your daddy. However, there were times when you didn’t. And for all his kindness, Seungyoon did not tolerate any disobedience.

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zen-harunyandere  asked:

Hey can I req rfa + v saeran, like abt when it's halloween time, what would theydo or wearing what kind of costumes with mc? I need fluffs ❤

IMSORRYIHADSOMUCHFUNWRITINGTHISIGOTCARRIEDAWAY

If you’re on mobile, I’m really sorry for the shitty picture quality

my photoshop skills are the real horror on Halloween night

-Sevensity


Yoosung:

  • Yoosung wants to prove his manliness to you on Halloween
  • He has this whole plan thought out
  • It goes like this:
  • Yoosung is an attractive police officer
  • You’ll be looking illegally fine
  • He’ll arrest you
  • “You’ve been a bad girl.”
  • Handcuffs
  • kinky stuff, basically
  • Seven helped him plan it out
  • He tells you to dress up nicely
  • but you already new of his plans
  • you want me to be your criminal?
  • Oh I’ll be one all right
  • Yoosung’s standing by the door, looking suave as fuck in his police officer
  • No really, those pants hug his tush just right and it’s
  • 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit  
  • “Wow Yoosung, you look good!” your voice comes the other side of the room
  • He smirks at himself in the mirror
  • Okay Yoosung, you can do this! he says to himself, turning towards you
  • “Hey MC, I’ll have to- eh?”
  • He watches your sidle up to him, wearing one of those hideous orange prison jumpsuits
  • “Yeah?”
  • “Um, what…what are you wearing?”
  • “Come on, you’re an officer of the law yet you can’t even tell an inmate from the rest of the population?”
  • Yoosung tears up a lil
  • Dang it what am I supposed to do know?
  • “But officer, you never told me was I was imprisoned for,” you say with a wink
  • “Ah!” he coughs, “y-your looks are too sinful, it’s illegal!”
  • Wait no that’s not what it was
  • You just giggle and tug on his arm
  • “Well I’ve also just broken out of jail…I guess it’s your job to bring me back?”
  • Yoosung thought he was ready for this
  • He wasn’t
  • “H-how about we go outside for now?” he squeaks, and pulls you along.
  • Even after you spend hours looking at Halloween decorations and buying various pumpkin-themed snacks in the cool autumn breeze, his face still remains a stubborn shade of obnoxious red


Zen:

  • all you need to know is that he lost a bet 
  • Conditions: he has to dress up as a fairy princess and walk around throwing petals and glitter everywhere on Halloween night
  • Duration of time: 3 hours
  • Zen:
  • he’s a p r o          
  • some of his fans see him on the street, but they don’t believe it’s actually him
  • until pictures are leaked
  • by who you ask?
  • lolololololol (⌐▨_▨) lolololololol
  • he gets twice the amount of role offers, mostly being for dress-wearing characters
  • He refuses to leave the house for the rest of the week
  • Because if he does
  • “Momma look! It’s fairy Zen!”


Jaehee:

  • She wants to advertise the cafe on Halloween night
  • “Isn’t it a good idea MC? There will be a lot of people around, and if they see us wearing our mascot, then we’ll get more customers for sure!”
  • “Ok but Jaehee we don’t have a mascot?”
  • Emergency Meeting Commenced
  • Topic: is a simple coffee cup good enough to become a mascot?
  • It doesn’t matter we’re doing it anyways
  • Halloween comes around, and you receive your custom costume order
  • They’re big
  • And hot
  • Luckily the weather outside is cool ,otherwise you’re pretty sure you would have had a heat stroke
  • But look at you two
  • You’re just two giant coffee mugs waddling around outside
  • You almost knock over several children
  • hey Jaehee change of plans let’s go people bowling instead
  • Jaehee tries to talk to them, but ah they’re running away
  • A coffee cup spoke to me!
  • What was that the voice of the abyss?
  • You don’t get that many extra customers afterwards, but you do get a whole bunch of complaints
  • Most of them being how their children swear they saw a grotesque specter outside your door
  • And how you should consider getting your cafe exorcised


Jumin:

  • His company is throwing a Halloween party, and of course, everyone has to come in costume
  • Jumin actually doesn’t care about Halloween
  • “What is this commoner practice? You celebrate the dead by pillaging houses for sweets?”
  • not pillaging Jumin
  • though that means
  • all the planning is up to you
  • MC should not hold so much power
  • yeah, you could dress both of you up as a Count and Countess, something cool and edgy 
  • just imagine how handsome Jumin would look???
  • but w a i t
  • you have a better idea
  • animAL ONESIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • no cats though
  • you both love cats, but halloween is a time to explore the depths of the universe and try out new things
  • and ya just


  • You’re wearing a matching blue unicorn onesies, and together you guys enter the party
  • holy hell is it a good thing that the press isn’t there
  • “Jumin Han Does Gay!” would’ve been their headline for the rest of the year
  • but shit does the man look fine
  • next time you get down and funky, you make him wear it again


Seven:

  • we all know he has a gazillion outfits
  • and it’s not physically possible for him to choose only one for Halloween
  • why not just wear all of them at once?
  • after a few hours in his room, refusing any help, he squeezes out of the doorway and waddles over to you 
  • #sevenwhatthefuck
  • He looks like he’s wearing one of those blow up sumo suits, except without the nipples
  • or like without anything that makes the suit look like a sumo wrestler except it’s largeness
  • he’s like
  • a giant meatball
  • of clothes
  • the costumes that had stopped fitting after the nth layer, he had tied all together and draped across himself like a scarf
  • “I’m ready for some trick or treating!”
  • you flick him lightly on the forehead and he just kinda flops backwards and rolls away
  • “Now I don’t even have to wear heelies to escape the feelies.”
  • Seven adamantly refuses to change or rather remove about 50 layers, so you successfully manage to frighten away all of the children while you go around collecting your candy taxes
  • no waiting in line yo
  • after some time, Seven is too tired to walk, so you push him back to his house like some humanoid dung bettle, and you spend  the rest of the night playing games and getting cavities
  • Saeyoung still refuses to take off his costumes


Saeran:

  • He’s already a Halloween costume lmao
  • Bean’s got the dramatic eyeliner, the hair, the look
  • “What do you mean dress up?  No thanks I’m fine like this.”
  • So he’s just wearing his bomb-ass jacket and leather choker again
  • Nonetheless, you choose to dress up as a maid
  • oh my
  • “Saeran why is your face so red?”
  • “I-I used too much blush.”
  • You don’t go trick or treating, instead you find a local Halloween festival where they do all kinds of activities
  • Loves apple bobbing
  • He’s real good with his mouth
  • But he doesn’t like it how you just stand there, so
  • “You’re my maid, why don’t you do it for me?”
  • “Yes Master.”
  • *chokes on his apple*
  • You check out the ice cream stall which serves special ice cream only on that day, and you’re pretty sure Saeran single-handedly eats most of the 4 buckets they have
  • But next year, Saeran lets you choose his costume
  • you’ve had this on your mind for years
  • you were born for this day
  • Saeyoung loves it
  • But Saeran never lets you choose his costume ever again


V:

  • the both of you want to have a stroll around town on Halloween night
  • but 
  • costumes?
  • the guy can’t see
  • doesn’t know what you make him wear???
  • you tell him he’s dressed as Zorro, which is why ‘his face is surrounded by cloth’
  • He’s actually


  • he thinks he’s a hero, but he’s really just a sunflower 
  • meanwhile you take on the appearance of a gardener because ‘this is my one and only flower that I will never let wither’ 
  • V thinks all the comments about “how cute!” are directed at you, so he smiles a bit and he’s a tol smiling sunflower with sunglasses prowling thru the streets on Halloween night
  • nobody tries to scare either of you because either they think about how darn precious he looks or how the way he looms over people with his face surrounded by bright yellow petals is rather ominous
  • the stuff of nightmares, really 
  • but he’s the most succulent of succulents and you feel safe with this happy flower walking around with you
  • ‘tis truly a blessed evening with your blind plant man
a drive home || Dan Howell

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @shyecti. what an amazing idea!

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Reader + Dan

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by starlightlester

Let me tell you something, parties are normally not my thing. Not at all actually. The loud music, the crowds of people I barely know, it just doesn’t sound that good to me.

But from time to time, even I needed a little party just to let loose for once. My week had been shitty to say the least. My college professor told me that I did awful on our last test, I nearly got fired from my job at this little restaurant and my best friend broke up with her long-term boyfriend and she needed me 24/7 for emotional support now.

“A frat party? Really Jo?” I asked my friend and rolled my eyes at her.

I had dressed up quite decently, I thought to myself as I kept walking towards the entrance of a big house at the end of the street. Joanne was right next to me and she didn’t look like crying for once.

“C’mon I really need some hot guys and a huge amount of alcohol to distract me from thinking about Aaron.” She explained showing me her big brown puppy dog eyes.

Jo knew that I wasn’t the biggest party goer in history but I had been to some epic parties with her. We still laugh at those memories from time to time.

“I guess one little frat party won’t hurt.” I gave in with a smile.

My best friend started grinning as we walked through the entrance door together.

There were so many people and my first instinct was to grab Jo’s hand. Guys I had never seen before greeted us with a dumb smirk as we pushed past them.

The frat house we were in was filled with boys and girls around our age. Some of them were dancing to a fast beat. ‘I’m not much of a dancer, really.’ I thought to myself as I saw their sweaty bodies.

No matter where me and Jo went there was always alcohol and some drunk guys who would try to start a conversation by slurring a few words.

“I didn’t miss the smell of booze and weed at all!” I shouted over the loud music, Joanne nodded in agreement and laughed at my disgusted face.

“Don’t be such a party pooper, Y/L/N!” Colby, a guy I had a few classes with, suddenly exclaimed as he surprised me by putting one of his arms on my shoulder.

“She is just awful, isn’t she?!” Colby asked Joanne and she just laughed. I knowingly rolled my eyes as I mouthed ‘maybe sometimes’.

“Is anyone up for a little dance?” he then asked and I could tell that he had his eyes set on Jo.

She didn’t seem uninterested in him either. Before she said ‘yes’ she quickly shot me a questioning look. At least she was making sure if I was okay with her leaving my side.

I just grinned and nodded as if I was saying ‘Go for it girl’.

As soon as I stopped moving my head up and down I heard her shout ‘I’d love to dance’ right before she took Colby’s arm. He happily smiled down at her.

“Sorry Y/N, but it’s not my fault that you have such a pretty friend.”

With that the two got lost in the crowd of dancing people. Left all alone I examined the dimly lit room. I had never seen so many drunk people in one house before.

Since I didn’t really know what to do or where to go, I just went straight to the bar and set down on one of the stools.

I got myself my first drink of the night and after I had finished it, I already felt a little bit more comfortable here.

Dan’s POV

“Sucks to be you!” Colby, one of my best friends laughed at me, shortly before he downed a tequila shot.

“I hate that stuff so much.” He then cursed as he bit into a slice of lime.

“I’m pretty sure that I’ll be saying that to you tomorrow morning when your head feels like it’s going to explode.” I smugly told him as I petted his back.

I was the designated driver in my group of friends tonight. So, no drinking for me. Of course, it sucked a little bit but one doesn’t need alcohol to have fun, right?

“Wow, do you see that girl in that red dress?” Colby suddenly grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and discreetly pointed at somebody to our left.

My eyes scanned the room and I spotted the girl Colby was talking about. But then my eyes landed on the girl next to her. It was Y/N. She looked as beautiful as ever tonight. It had been quite a while since I last saw her. We had gone to the same high school and I had a crush on her since I started my freshman year. We weren’t really friends back then, I’d say we were a little bit more than acquaintances. Unfortunately, we chose different colleges and I barely saw her now.

“Do you see the girl next to her? That’s her. That’s Y/N.” I excitedly told Colby whose eyes widened.

“This is the girl you have been talking about? The one you like since you are 15?”

‘Since you were 15’ It sounded ridiculous but I just couldn’t help it. I haven’t been able to forget about Y/N since I saw her for the first time.

“The one and only.” I whispered and kept staring at her from afar.

“Bro, you need to talk to her. Tonight is your chance!” Colby literally shouted and although I knew that he was right, I also got extremely nervous.

“I’ll talk to Y/N if you talk to her friend in the red dress.” I challenged my friend.

He looked a little bit startled at first but then he started grinning.

“Deal.” He said confidently as he shook my hand and walked straight towards her.

Y/N’s POV

“Hey beautiful.” I heard somebody say, making me look up. At first I didn’t know if those words were meant for me but than a dark-haired boy sat down on the bar stool next to me.

I blushed a little bit, noticing that he was really good looking.

“Do I know you?” I asked him with a polite smile.

“I don’t think so, but I’d really like to change that.” he grinned and held out his hand.

“I’m Dylan, nice to meet you.” He introduced himself as we shook hands.

“Y/N” I said, glad that I wasn’t all by myself anymore.

He seemed to be a really nice guy and the fact that he was so openly flirting with me kinda appealed to me somehow.

“Why is a pretty girl like you sitting here all alone?” Dylan wanted to know and I explained to him that I was just here because of my friend and that I wanted her to have fun tonight because she needed it.

“I feel like you deserve a little bit of fun too.” Dylan told me and smiled, showing me his pearly white teeth.

I thought about what he said for a while until I realized that he was right. After a horrible week like that fun was exactly what I needed.

“Let me buy you a drink, Y/N.”

Dan’s POV

Colby actually talked to Y/N’s friend and it really seemed like they totally hit it off. I watched them dance for a while until I had finally gathered enough courage to talk to Y/N.

I searched for her around the house and finally spotted her at the bar after nearly twenty minutes. As I approached her I noticed a guy sitting next to her. My heart sunk. I was too late.

I cursed under my breath as I heard Y/N giggle at something the guy said. From what I could tell she was pretty drunk. She was constantly giggling and shouting random things.

I was absolutely devastated. After all this time, I had the chance to finally talk to her again and now this random frat boy was relentlessly flirting with her in front of my eyes.

My blood was boiling and I was just mad at everybody and everything. Instead of just forgetting about it though, I just stood in the corner of the room and stared at them. I was holding a red solo cup that was filled with just water although I really wanted to get drunk, but after all I was still the designated driver and god, I couldn’t wait to get home.

After nearly an hour of me dwelling in my misery I decided to check up on Colby but as soon as I started walking towards the dance floor I heard something that made me spin around again.

“I said No, Dylan! Do you understand that? No!”

Y/N was shouting and the guy, Dylan apparently, was extremely close to her.

“C’mon pretty, don’t be such a prude. I bet you will like it.” He purred and that was enough.

I crossed the room as fast as I could, ready to punch an asshole.

Right before he could put his hand on her thigh I rudely pushed him away from Y/N.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, mate?!” I shouted at Dylan, making him glare at me.

How to Date an Ed Ch. 13

How to Date an Ed
Chapter 13

Kevin grabs the dorks hand and walks through the parted crowd. He tries to think about what the hell just happened, but all that’s running through his head is static. The red head vaguely recalls grabbing the smaller male’s hand and dragging them into an bandoned classroom, where he flings himself into  a desk and stares blankly at the white board at the head of the room. Glazed green eyes search for an answer to what the fuck just happened. His brain slowly kickstarts to recall the past ten minutes.


Okay, so they were outed by Nat. Asshole. What’s his game? The athlete can still feel the panic that sped through his veins, the shock when the dork laughed it off and lied through his gaped teeth, the short relief when he thought they could pull this bluff. And then the teal-haired asshole of a friend demanded they make out like a couple of freshmen in high school. Rage and fear had filled him at that point, he remembers it clearly. He- above all else- did NOT  want to kiss the dork he might be considering a friend. And he wasn’t going to. He even had cooked up a plan claiming about Edd being too shy or some shit. 


But then he looked at the dork. A defeated slump had graced his shoulders, his eyes had dulled- practically lifeless!- and a sad smile had adorned his face. Kevin never knew what people had meant about a sad smile until now: when someone is smiling, but you know that they would rather be crying.  The dork-fucking martyr- had told him that he could take the Eagle anyway. That he would be fine. That, essentially, these past few days of panic, drama, and heavy secrets being revealed meant nothing. 


The rage and determination that had roared inside him at that moment nearly overwhelmed him- the red-head remembers this; he could barely see straight when he had grabbed the sock-headed genius. He remembers saying something about rewards not being worth it or some shit, while mentally psyching himself to go through with the peer pressure. He had tried to imagine the dork as a girl, but that didn’t really work; it was still the dorky genius standing there. Kevin barely remembers thinking, ‘Fuck it,’ and-


Holy shit, he kissed the dork. The memory finally clicks into clarity. He didn’t just kiss Eddward; he almost got to first base with the sock head. That first brush of the lips, he barely felt it, in fact. He honestly thought he had missed and was kicking himself on having to do it again. But then the next kiss happened. And, nope, it was fact- the smaller male’s lips WERE that soft. After that, it was almost as if someone was controlling Kevin; he couldn’t STOP kissing the dork. Over and over, and with more urgency in each kiss, the whole world- and his mind, apparently- had stopped and left the two of them alone.
That was when the genius started to kiss back. Shyly, as if he didn’t know what to do. And, wow, that was much better than just him doing all the kissing. His arms had moved on their own by then- they had locked onto the dork and pulled them closer together, which had caused some sort of bubble of excitement in his chest. The redhead had then changed the angle of their kissing- much more comfortable- and a moan had escaped the other’s throat, sending a pleasurable tingle down his spine. 


The two had to finally part for air, which was a bit of a shame, Kevin had thought at the time. He really could have done that forever. Green eyes had blinked at that thought as a cold bucket of reality was dropped on him. Suddenly everything was too loud, too sharp, too bright. The athlete had turned to look at the crowd that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere- or were they there the whole time?- and he had told them to get lost.
Which brings him back to where he is right now, in an empty room with a genius of a man with the softest lips probably known to mankind. Who just so happens to be looking quite terrified and concerned at him.


“Kevin? Can you hear me??”


Oh shit, has the dork been talking to him this whole time? From the look on his face, he’d put his money on Yes.  He nods at the frantic young man jerkily. He’s not entirely sure what to do or think right now. Two things he knows for sure though: He kissed the dork in front of him and LIKED it, and he is TERRIFIED of liking it. Worse, he is pretty sure he wants to do it again.


“Thank goodness. I had feared you had gone into catatonic shock. Are you alright?” the sockhead asks.


He shakes his head no. He is not alright. Is he alright? Is it okay to like kissing a man- a gay man? His whole world has been thrown for a loop, so more on the side of “trying not to panic” would be a good answer. 


“Kevin, please speak to me. I know a panic attack can leave you speechless sometimes, but you only making head gestures is not ensuring me of your wellness and is raising my anxiety.”


Kevin’s face scrunches up. So much for trying not to panic. Whelp, guess it’s time to try and console the dork- and by console, he of course means look macho and bullshit his way out of this.


“Panic attack? Over what?”


Blue eyes blink at him, looking relieved and confused, “Why over kissing me, of course.”


There went trying to look macho.  Maybe they could just ignore it, like it never happened?


“I do apologize for my inadequence over the action, as well as for you having to fight your morality over it as well." 


The redhead looks at him, feeling very awkward about the conversation, "No, you were fine. I just don’t really know how to feel about it, I guess. I mean, I kissed you, not the other way around, dork.”


Pale cheeks flush at that comment. Can someone still get embarrassed at this stage?


“Yes, well, I still feel a little guilty about it; your one rule about not having to kiss me was quite clear, so despite you initiating it, I still think that maybe-”


Kevin glares at the man standing over him. Did the smaller man actually think he was manipulated into the kiss?


“If you even suggest about ending this now, I’m gonna deck you, dork.”


Double D stares confusedly back at him, “But why? All of your rules have been broken, why shouldn’t we terminate? It’s not fair for you. I had already stated you would still be acquiring the Eagle, why hurt yourself by continuing this farce with me?”


At that, Kevin stands up. The dork was right, though, on all accounts. Why should he keep this facade up? 


Is he bored? Possibly, but that would be a shitty reason to keep doing this.


Curiosity? He knows that’s part of it; the dork is very interesting and he wonders how this is gonna end.


Honor? Another possibility; he really doesn’t like half-assed projects or events. That’s one of the reasons he and Eddy never got along. And if he breaks the deal now, he’s gonna feel sleazy, and the Eagle would be forever tainted with that sleaziness.


…He genuinely likes the dork? As a friend, absolutely. Despite only truly knowing him for a little bit, he can tell that Edd is a good guy. Quirky, but good. As anything else…? He doesn’t know; probably- which scares the shit out of him- but that’s not going to stop him from wanting to be the dork’s friend. He’ll just shut out the weird thoughts and any other unwanted emotions. Like a normal person.


Nodding, he stands in front of the dork, finally noting on how much shorter the other man is- barely touches his chin.


“Because I like you, dork. And I’m curious at what crazy adventures we’ll get into during our two weeks of dating.”




A gasp escapes Eddward once Kevin answers. Kevin likes him?! Even after being peer pressured into kissing him! What alternate dimension did he fall into?? 


“B-but you know that after the stunt we just p-pulled, we’ll be expected to… t-to..” the genius falters, feeling his cheeks aflame. He’s talking about future kissing sessions with Kevin,TO Kevin! Did the athlete not think about this?! To his astonishment, the tan male shrugs.


“Yeah, I know. But you don’t kiss bad, so it’s cool, I guess.”


Edd’s heart jumps into his throat. Kevin doesn’t mind kissing him?!


“Plus, you kinda need to practice on someone before you go out into the real dating world.”


Embarrassment floods the young genius’ system. So he has no talent in the kissing department, and Kevin feels bad enough to give him lessons discreetly. Lovely. Some hope rises in his chest regardless; Kevin DID say he likes him, more logically as a friend than anything else, but just that would be enough, Edd thinks.


“I would appreciate the practice, I suppose. Thank you, Kevin.”


A white grin greets him. Be still, frantic heart!


“Cool. Let’s actually get to class then.”


The sockhead nods and follows the taller male out of the classroom. It’s not until the pair have almost reached to the genius’ next class does he realize- they’ve been holding hands this entire time.


Eddward sits in his class in a daze. He can barely take proper notes; the genius wonders if he’s dreaming. Everyone believes he is dating Kevin Barr, which is in fact false, yet if he squints mentally, even he could believe it to be true. The red head never ceases to amaze him, not only by agreeing to this absurd request, but also by overcoming his own rules-willingly- as well as staying to fufill said request to the appointed date. And becoming more charming by the minute. The sockhead can’t stop himself from grinning. 


Kevin liked kissing him. Or, he doesn’t mind it, which is just as good in Edd’s book. And good Lord, he liked kissing Kevin, despite the germs that come with it. A flash of heat strikes him, causing his cheeks to glow bright red and a warm sweat to break out on his back. His accursed sweater sticks to him as he tries to cool down. 


“Mr. Vincent? Did you need to head to the clinic?” his teacher asks. Eddward glances up at Mr. Daggonait, a tall man with shaggy silver hair, who looks quite similar to one Professor Snape-only with glasses and a much less menacing stare.


“Oh, no, sir, my apologies for any disrupt I have caused,” the young genius chirps, quite embarrassed about being called out. Gracious. He needs to focus on his class work, not be daydreaming about Kevin and their fantasy dating life. Shaking his head, he gets back to the English questions that need to be answered.





Fuck. He can’t concentrate on anything. Not his physics lecture- which he really should be paying attention to- not the many eyes staring at him, not how once again the asshole from yesterday’s class left gum on the bottom of his desk and is ruining his skinny jeans again- nothing. All he can focus on is the memory of pale pink lips on his and wrestling with the urge of wanting the feeling again. Fuck. He’s straight, God dammit! There should be no physical reason he would want to kiss the dork 'til the end of time. Yet, here he is, ignoring his physics teacher (who is starting to walk this way, shit.)


Kevin tries to look like he was paying attention for the past fifteen minutes as the professor steps in front of his desk. Mr. Jagone is a tall slim man, who looks like he stuck a finger in a live socket; his black hair is spiked in all directions. His cold blue eyes are covered by some hippie looking glasses as he crosses his arms.

“Mr. Barr, care to tell me why the rest of the class is so fixated on you today? Or as to why you aren’t paying attention to me either?" 


Tan cheeks burn with embarrassment and rememberence. Couldn’t his classmates be a little more subtle? Okay, let’s see if he can bullshit his way out of this.


"Sorry, sir, but I was trying to figure out a physics problem. I just can’t seem to get to a right answer.” The older male perks up at the answer, smiling slightly.


“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Kevin, but just like my lecture is about today: there are always exceptions to every rule. Even in physics. Speaking of which, turn to page…”


Unfortunately for the wild-looking scholar, Kevin’s mind checked out right then, pondering over what he’s just learned. An exception to every rule? Even sexuality? The cogs in the athlete’s head start turning rapidly. So, theoretically, he-Kevin- could be a hundred percent heterosexual, and still find a guy attractive?? The red-head takes off his hat and ruffles his hair in shock. It’s the only plausible explanation- he must be attracted to Double D, who is the exception. Green eyes roll into the back of his head as he groans and leans back in his seat; of COURSE his only exception would be the sockheaded genius. It’s completely ironic, if he thinks about it. He terrorized the man when they were younger, and was seriously regretting doing this stupid deal, so now God- or whoever is running this shit show- decided to make the situation worse by making him be attracted to the dork. 


Fan-fucking-tastic.


Needless to say, the jock races out of his class the moment it’s over, on a hunt. Where is that teal-haired bastard? His fist has an appointment with the other’s face. Kevin finds Nat in the library, bothering some mousy-looking girl. He sneaks up behind his friend, taps him on the shoulder, and sticks his fist out to the left. He waits for the other male to do his signature feint and watches as he dodges right into his knuckles.


“Ow, what the fuck?!”


All the people in the library shush him as Kevin grabs him by the shoulder and tosses him outside. Sometimes, the red head is very thankful that the areas of the school are in completely different buildings. This is one of those times. He stares down at his friend who is holding his face gingerly.


“Dude, what the actual fuck?” Black eyes glare at him.


“That’s my line, ass. What the fuck was that shit show this morning?” Kevin asks calmly, cracking his knuckles. It’s Nat’s fault. If he wasn’t peer-pressured (honor-pressured?) into kissing the dork, he wouldn’t be having these weird exception feelings or whatever. Him and Double D would have just been friends, and they could have looked back on these two weeks as a laugh.


Nat glares even harder, if that was even possible, “Dude, that was your shit show. I gave you an out; I heard Double Decadent give you an out! Don’t get your man-panties in a twist because you actually liked kissi-”


The red-head covers the other’s mouth with his hand, “Utter one more word and I will end you.”


One teal eyebrow raises haughtily, but he nods. The athlete lets go, then pokes his nose threateningly.


“I told you not to tell anybody, though. So, back to my line: what the actual fuck, bro?”


Nat grimaces, “Well, yeah, you said not to tell anybody, so I discreetly told everybody. So, I actually didn’t tell anyone.”


Kevin face palms, then thwacks Nat upside the back of his head, smirking.


“Smartass. You knew what you were doing. You just wanted the deal to be over so you could get into the dork’s pants faster.”


The teal-headed male holds the back of his head and sticks his tongue out, somehow being able to chuckle.


“Heh, guilty. What can I say? I REALLY wanna touch his butt. And the King shall have all the butts!” Kevin chuckles and shakes his head.


“Dude, being weird again.”


“ALL. THE. BUTTS.”


“Are you even listening?”




Eddward waits outside his English class for Kevin, who isn’t here yet. Perhaps he needed to use the restroom? His pondering screeches to a halt as he spots a familiar figure. Oh, no, not again. It’s Lucas Tucker, and oh lord, the man has spotted him. The sockhead feels his knees lock as the blonde approaches him.


“Hey, loser. Where’s your boyfriend?”


Is the man actually trying to have a decent conversation? Mayhap Hell is a real place and has frozen over after all.


“I don’t believe he is here yet. Erm, how are you today?" 


The taller male brighten up at the civil comment, and leans on the wall next to the young genius. Eddward shifts his weight, slightly nervous. Tucker is in his bubble.


"So I heard you two had your first public kiss today.”


Black eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Why would the bully want to know about that?


“Yes? I don’t understand what the big deal about that is, however. Couples do that sort of thing all the time, correct?” The blonde nods, brown eyes never leaving Edd’s face.


“Yeah, but those couples never stay together for long. Maybe a week; a month at the longest.”


Edd can’t help but gasp, not only in horror, but because the blonde is now officially way too close for comfort. Back up, back up, back up, back up! Tucker blocks his escape with his arm, effectively trapping him. The smaller male can’t help but groan; of course Kevin is nowhere to be found when he ABSOLUTELY NEEDS-


Before he can finish his thought, two different shoes kick Tucker’s side and send the large male flying.


-him?


Double D stares in shock at Kevin and Nat, the latter striking some sort of superhero pose. He watches the red head roll up his sleeve- oh dear, his bicep is almost bursting, be still gay heart!- and stroll up to Tucker in obvious anger.
“What did I fucking tell you, asshole?” the blonde on the ground tries to scramble away, but his back hits a corner. Kevin towers over the blonde, looking very intimitading. Tucker babbles apologies and begs for mercy. Blue eyes widen as a tan fist raises in the air, ready to strike.


“Wait!”


Kevin freezes, and slowly turns to the younger man. Edd’s blood freezes in fear; the red head has one of the scariest faces he has ever seen. This isn’t just furious, Kevin must be completel bloodthirsty- a feat that not even Eddy has been able to drag out of the athlete. Swallowing thickly, Edd slowly -slowly! Knees, please work- walks over to the redhead and gently grabs the fist. Which was a bit high up, so the sockhead had to get on his tip toes. Gradually, he sees Kevin relax, dropping his fist. Edd holds onto his hand, lightly leading him away from the crumpled heap of pathetic on the floor, Nat trailing behind them.
Once they’re far away enough, Edd lets go of Kevin’s hand and drops to the ground, doing his best not to hyperventilate.


“Holy shit, Double Damn! That was badass!” Nat gushes over him, patting his back a little more than roughly.


“W-what? Me? No, you and Kevin were the ones who saved me; you both looked very heroic,” the sockhead mutters, gaining feeling back in his knees. The teal-headed man shakes his head vigourously.


“No way, dude! I’ve never seen anyone not only stand up to Kevin when he is beyond pissed level, but also calm him down enough to walk away from a fight!”


Eddward looks at Kevin at that statement, who just tucks his hands in his hoodie pockets and looks away from the other two. The genius can feel his pale cheeks flushed. Though by what emotion he is not entirely sure.


“R-really? I just felt that Tucker had more than enough. Not only that, but the school really does not approve of violence; I didn’t want you two suspended because of me,” he mumbles. He hears more than sees the redhead turn towards him.


Lightly, he is startled when the athlete suddenly drops to his level, green eyes locked onto blue. Edd feels his heart racing. It’s just like before; when Kevin had kissed him, the emotional hurricane that is stirring inside him is raging.


“Thanks, dork. I really don’t need a suspension right now,” the tan male smiles at him. He smiles back and suddenly, Kevin gives him a quick peck on the lips and hoists him back onto his feet. The pale man cups his mouth, feeling his face grow hot. Somehow that quick peck felt MUCH more intimate than the kissing session from before.


“C'mon, then. We’re off to Wendy’s today,” Kevin states, grabbing Edd’s hand and leading them to his car, all the while both of them ignoring the jeering Nat.


“Aw, you two are really cute together! Why did I wanna break you up?!”


“Shut up, Nat

there ARE JUST,,, SO MANY POTENTIAL IRONPANTHER FICS THO LIKE:

Fake married ironpanther, including the absolute reach to justify this (im guessing aliens mistake them for being married somehow and they need good trade w/ the aliens so tchalla and Tony go along with it) well as the inevitable MUTUAL PINING

Tony directing potential suitors away f rom tchalla which he justifies to himself by saying that tchalla is still super green when it comes to international relations (sure Tony)

The inevitable sex pollen fic (Wakanda’s science division has been fucking around again)

Angst fic where Tony discovers tchalla hiding the ex-vengers away (admittedly I’ve mentioned this before but you get it twice aren’t you all lucky)

tchalla and Tony trying to matchmake shuri and rhodey and in the process become closer themselves

A fic set in either a D/s or an A/B/O universe where everyone warns tchalla about how wild and how shitty a sub/omega tony is, definitely bad news 0/10 would not recommend dating/mating and tchalla is like lol ok sure

We’re doing p well on the soulmate trope actually good job everyone

T'challa as the dude no one knows is royalty, trying to get w/ teacher tony but having difficulties because Tony’s students are too possessive of him and keep interrupting his flirting

Ironpanther basically being the mum and dad of the new-vengers

Possibly related to that, T'challa being a petty dick to the ex-vengers, making super passive aggressive comments to them like “tony is just so affectionate with the team, he’s always hugging us and kissing us and touching us. what’s that? he never did that with you guys? huh, weird. it’s almost as if he likes us more than he ever liked any of you.”

or maybe he tries being petty but ends up just being angry like “oh look what Tony made me the other day, a one of a kind weapon that does something amazing. …Tony made you something like this as well? …and you still treated him the way you did? jfc you’re all MORONS”

Tony getting hurt somehow and accidentally reveals his feelings (your choice on whether he says it because he thinks he’s gonna die or because he’s so out of it he’s not filtering his words)

T'challa thinking Harley is Tony’s son so he hangs out with him in order to better know his future son (Harley is very amused by this)

Oblivious Tony completely misunderstanding t'challas flirting

Thor and Bruce coming back to chill with Tony and tchalla getting a bit jealous of their interactions with Tony, especially bruce

Related, hulk challenging T'challa to a fight so tchalla can prove to hulk he’s worthy of his tin man.

Thor also challenging tchalla because he feels guilty about how things went down between him and Tony (I mean the choking scene), and also feels like things might not have gotten to the stage they did during civil war if he had been around to help, so he wants to make it up to Tony (Tony: SO YOU DECIDED TO FIGHT HIM??? Thor: I had to make sure he deserved you!)

Tony getting annoyed at them fighting tchalla for his honour but instead of making them stop he decides to fight the Dora milaje. Why? Because its 2 in the morning and Tony challenging every single Dora milaje to a fight at once is making me laugh (Tony: I need to prove myself! Tchalla: THERE ARE BETTER WAYS TO PROVE YOURSELF THEN DYING YOU HAVE OTHER OPTIONS HERE)

honestly tho i just can’t wait for ironpanther to become so popular that we get all the cliche fics im so ready for them give them to me!!!

Apodyopsis - Jimin

Request: “can i have a jimin drabble? 76,157,160 thank you!”

76. “Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught.”
157. “Wait, what did you just say?”
160. “You want me to do what?”

Warning: fingering, oral, language

Word Count: 1203

Genre: Smut

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“Shit,” You cursed as you put down your handful of cards on the comforter beneath you, while your friend, Jimin, grinned widely, taking pride in his quick victory. You always won when you two played cards, but he somehow managed to beat you this time, and you were more scared than upset about what was to come next now that you had lost. “Jimin, do I really have to?”

“I was clear, wasn’t I? If you lost, you’d have to do me a favor,” Jimin said almost innocently. You groaned and leant back on the wooden headboard of Jimin’s bed, closing your eyes in irritation of the mockery in his words.

“Fine, what do you want?” You sprawled your limbs out towards the edges of the bed, but Jimin pulled you back and tugged on your arms, making you sit up, your faces only mere inches away from each other. You could feel the heat flushing to your cheeks, but you’ve learned to contain your emotions over the years you’ve known Jimin.

“Let me take some pictures of you,” He smiled as he backed away from you and grabbed his phone.

“Ugh, you scared me. I thought you were going to ask me to get naked or something,” You laughed nervously before Jimin proceeded to direct your figure around, taking numerous shots of you by the minute. You couldn’t ignore the wetness beginning to grow down in your core as Jimin moved you around, his touch completely intoxicating you. He stepped back and took one last photo of you against the wall before looking up from his phone, flashing a smirk at your tensed body.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Wait, what did you just say?” You asked, wondering if you had heard him correctly.

“I said take off your clothes.” He said with a phlegmatic expression upon his face as he approached you.

“J-Jimin-” You immediately closed your mouth when Jimin placed his lips on your throat, lightly tracing kisses up to your jawline.

“Your skin is so soft,” He whispered, dragging his tongue across your collarbones. He nipped at your sensitive skin, which caused a soft whimper to escape your mouth. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and strip for me?” You hesitantly nodded and bit down on your lip in regret of your choice.

“Can I change in the bathroom?” You asked. He laughed at your shy response, but nodded and shifted his gaze towards his bathroom, which was conveniently connected to his bedroom. You were about to open the bathroom door when you felt Jimin step behind you and walk his fingers up the back of your thigh, smirking as you shivered under his touch.

“Just keep the stockings on,” He said as he lightly tapped your ass before you rushed into the bathroom, wondering if this was a dream or reality.
You slowly shed of your clothes, wondering if this was the perfect time to run away to a different city and change your name, or to go along with whatever Jimin was planning for you.

Your curiosity was killing you, and your deep attraction to your friend hadn’t helped this situation either. What was waiting for you outside that door? You weren’t sure if you wanted to even know. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jimin harshly knocking on the door.

“Yah! If you don’t come out in three seconds, I’m breaking down the door!” He shouted.

You felt a rush of panic overtake your body, so you quickly unclipped your bra and pulled down your panties, then slowly opened the bathroom door, leaving merely an inch of space for you to look out.

“I’m waiting,” You heard Jimin say softly. You sighed and opened the door with your foot while covering your body with your hands. “Don’t be shy, jagi.” You turned your head to the bed, where Jimin was impatiently waiting with his high definition camera, the one you knew he only used for serious photographs. You hesitantly drew your hands away from your body, making Jimin flash a warm yet inviting smile.

“You’re using that?” You pointed at the camera and noticed how your hand was already shaking.

“I want these to be better quality.” He winked at you before pulling you to the bed and pushing you down on your back. He stepped back to the wall and held the camera to his eyes.

You sat there awkwardly as Jimin began his promiscuous photoshoot, and tensed up at his every touch. You could tell he was teasing you as he slowly slid his hand down the inside of your thighs, contributing to the wetness in your core, which you desperately tried to hold back. He gripped your knees and pushed them down onto the mattress beneath you, exposing your heat.

“Put your finger in your pussy,” He said suddenly, stepping back to the wall.

“Y-You want me to do what?” You stuttered as you felt the stricken feeling in your stomach intensify.

“Do I have to do it for you, jagiya?” You definitely didn’t want him to do it for you, so you hesitantly moved your hand down to the wetness between your thighs, slowly inserting a finger as you moaned from the relief. “Good girl~” The syllables rolling off his tongue only made you yearn him more, but you knew you had to be patient.

He took a few more photos, every soft ‘click’ coming from his camera patronizing your frustration, then sighed as he rested the camera on the bedside table.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” He whispered as he sat at the edge of the bed and pulled your thighs over his shoulders, bringing his face to your heat.

“P-Please oppa,” You begged, and fortunately, as soon as those words left your mouth, he brought his tongue into contact with your soaked folds. You gasped and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel him smirk against you, but you didn’t care how needy you looked.

The feeling of his tongue teasing your sensitive clit made you slowly unravel with bliss, shameless and animalistic moans erupting from your throat and reverberating around the room.

“Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught. My sister is still home,” He said.

“I don’t care,” You moaned, which Jimin took as a cue to roughly push two fingers into you, curling them as soon as they entered. The combination of his tongue and his fingers sent you over the edge, and you couldn’t help but slightly buck your hips up, giving him access to your weakest spot, where you screamed from pleasure and finally found your release. Jimin didn’t seem to mind, and eagerly licked up your juices.

“So, how about round two?” He asked before bringing his soft lips to yours and making the world around you go completely numb with passion.

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Thank you so much for requesting, love. I’m sorry if this was a bit short.

Unintentional Chapter Nine: No Strings

Chapter Summary: You head over to Jared’s place after Misha leaves you a crying mess on your floor. You open up about your past and make an important phone call.

A/N: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!! And PLEASE feel free to message me if you have any concerns or just need to talk, this chapter does get a little dark for a bit.

Pairing(s): ????

Warnings: DISCUSSION OF RAPE. It is not described in great detail, Y/N talks about it as part of her past. Discussion of addiction, lots of tequila, implied smut.

Word Count: 2.4k

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Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts


You tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating but there was no stopping it as you sat there. Tears streaming down your face as you sobbed, the realization hitting you and making it even worse. You ignored the beep of the microwave, signaling that the popcorn was done. You tried to work yourself towards numbness, but you couldn’t. You fucked up, and now you were alone.

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By the time you’d stopped crying, the blood on your face was completely dried and it was almost nine o’clock. The only thing that you knew was that you did not want to be alone anymore. You were nauseous from how upset you’d been and had you not been too scared to wake up alone, you would’ve passed out.

You finally cleaned up and changed before doing the only thing you could think of to do; you headed to the liquor store for a bottle of tequila and made your way over to Jared’s apartment. You knocked on his door nervously. You’d been here plenty of times before, so you weren’t nervous about that. You were nervous because you didn’t want to have to explain all that had just happened, and you knew that you’d probably have to.

You took a deep breath as he opened the door.

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cat-bat-batman  asked:

Writing prompt! A fight over girl scout cookies.

set in Jack’s senior year, sometime in the spring?, before he and Bitty are together; warning for homophobic jerks in the form of Lax Chads


Jack is trying to write his senior thesis – he has his bedroom door shut and locked and everything – when Shitty barges in.

That, in itself, isn’t all that suspicious because Shitty had taught himself how to pick locks at Andover and had always been pretty blatant about barging in. If Jack really needs his space, he’ll stay away but Shitty has pretty strong opinions on what constitutes as “really needing his space” and Jack’s “I am writing my thesis, Shits, don’t bother me” at breakfast had clearly been inefficient. Hell, it probably just spurred him on.

However, what is suspicious about this current situation is that Shitty is fully clothed. 

“Jaa-aack,” Shitty sing-songs. “You fucking majestic specimen of human perfection, you beautiful songbird on a crisp spring morn–”

“Shitty,” Jack says, refusing to look up from his laptop. “Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

“I don’t want anything!”

“You just called me a songbird.”

“You are a songbird. On a crisp, spring morning atop a rosebush full of the–”

“You are high.”

“As a kite, Jack, that’s why I need you.”

“I am not letting you stare at my ass again. Go bother Ransom. He’s been working out with Bitty.”

Honestly, sometimes Jack doesn’t even know what to do with the sentences he is forced to say on a semi-regular basis. 

“No, Jack, no- I need sustenance. I need… Lardo took her car and there is no way for me to get to Murder Stop and Shop without her but without food, I will die and you are the captain. You have to save me.”

“No,” Jack says. And turns back to his paper.

Ten minutes later, he’s in the car. 

Jack should have taken Samwell up on their offer to give him a single his freshmen year.

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“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god– YES!” Shitty shouts as they pull into the parking lot. “THEY’RE HERE!”

“What? Who?” Jack says, though he’s not sure he wants to know. Shitty is coming down off the worst of his high but even a sober Shitty is prone to get excited over just about anything.

“THE GIRL SCOUTS!” The car hasn’t fully stopped when Shitty opens his door. “IT’S COOKIE SEASON!”

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Nursey knew how it was supposed to go.  He was meant to find a nice girl, marry her, take over his father’s business, work there until retirement, and have kids who could take over the family business from him someday.

Nursey had known this since he was a kid, and had always hated how his life had been decided for him since before he was born.  He had given out, thrown tantrums, sulked.  But nothing had changed it.  His father would give out to him, before explaining that was “just how it is Derek”, and heading to work.  His mom would comfort him, but she couldn’t change how things were either.

So Nursey decided to do it himself.

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Piggybacks For the Sad Ones // Drabble

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

genre: fluff

word count: 633

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader

A/N: this drabble is dedicated to my sweet hoe @pastel-yoongs  since she wanted fluffy Kookie. I hope you enjoy it.

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