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T.O.P - Oh Mom (Official Acapella)
T.O.P of BigBang
T.O.P - Oh Mom (Official Acapella)

Don’t cry, just by standing there by yourself

Don’t worry, you may be lonely, but we all feel that way

Look to your side, you’re not alone

Life is funny, it’s like playing with matches

There may be obstacles in front of you

But it’s all a matter of how you look at it

Keep your head up

[GOT7 Reacts] to their s/o doing aegyo to another member

still taking requests or feel free to ask me a bunch of random questions~ JJ

Mark: He sits across the room from you and catches you talking to Jinyoung who seems to be teasing you about your hair or something. When suddenly you’re doing aegyo for him. Mark can’t believe his eyes, since you usually only save aegyo for special occasions. He goes over there and asks “can I help you Jinyoung, need something?” you just say you’re joking around. He sits in between you two “Jinyoungie can have aegyo from me. Your aegyo is mine.” He does a half-hearted ~buing buing~ for Jinyoung and remains settled between you. 

Jinyoung: You two were about to go for dinner but he just needed to grab some stuff from the dorm. As you wait Yugyeom comes out of his room “Anyeong Noona~~” “Anyeong~ Gyeomie~” you say back doing the kwiyomi song hand gestures. Jinyoung see’s you doing this and to Yugyeom of all people “Ya! Kim Yugyeom are you hitting on my girlfriend?! You are so dead when I come home.” he pauses “And [Y/N] you did aegyo for him! You owe me.” He waits for you to do aegyo tapping his foot against the floor and you do an even cuter action. He glares over to Yugyeom with a smirk as you leave.  

Yugyeom: You, Bambam and him decide to go to the amusement park.  And as you are at the top of the coaster you and Bambam cling to each other for a second “Ahh I’m so scared!~” “[Y/N]~~” as the coaster drops so does Yugyeom’s heart. When you get off the ride he pouts for the rest of the day, Bambam decides to go back early, leaving you both alone. “[Y/N] why did you cling to Bambam not me?” You tell him it wasn’t on purpose. He leans down and holds your face in his hands “I’ll work harder to be more manly so you can show me your scared side.” You say “what does that even mean. I just held Bambam because he was more scared than me” and you both laugh at his seriousness then you get on your tippy toes for a kiss.

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Sirius is a bottom. Remus is a top.
Sirius tried topping once or twice, in the beginning of the relationship. He thought he was the one with more experience. But Remus had come back from the library one day, tired of studying and looking for some release, and he had pushed Sirius against the wall and done everything the perfect fucking way. Sirius thought he knew where to kiss and how to build up tension when HE was topping, but he was nothing compared to Remus. Remus had had a malicious look in his eye that first time, and Sirius couldn’t help but admit it: he fucking LOVED the anticipation, the sounds that would come out of his mouth, the waiting, the denial of a climax. He loved having a gag in his mouth, being told when to be quiet, when to scream, when to come. He loved being tied up, being forced to wait and watch while Remus slowly removed each item of clothing off of him. He loved being powerless, he loved having a master, he loved being controlled in every possible sexual way.
And Remus loved having control. He just wasn’t the bottom type, and loved torturing Sirius as long as possible, letting him get right to the top of the roller coaster but not letting him fall. It was fun. It was addictive. And God, he was GOOD at at. He loved watching Sirius squirm and beg, and he loved denying Sirius the right to have his release. He loved having Sirius completely at his mercy.
And between the two, everything was safe. Everything was agreed on, and they both respected the other.
And they were both happy with how things were. Really fucking happy.

Try My Best


Request: Could you do one where y/n and Shawn go to Matt’s wedding? and it’s all cute

Word Count: 2,100

A/N: Read this first to get background story. 

Try My Best

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” The priest said, letting Matt and Catherine share their first kiss as newlyweds.

“Aww, babe. Are you crying?” Shawn whispered, leaning towards you. You didn’t need to look at him to know, he was smirking widely at you.

“Shut up, Shawn. It’s beautiful” You said to your defence.

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Give the People What They Want

here’s my first fic of the seven that are going up this week!

An accidental like on Twitter brings Dan more than he bargained for.

“Hey guys! I’m joined today by Dan, and we’re going to be doing the chapstick challenge!”

aka the one where Dan and Phil try to do the chapstick challenge and it doesn’t exactly go as planned

words: 2.8k

tags: chapstick challenge, friends to lovers, fluff, making out, slight grinding but no real smut

read it on ao3

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Spring/Summer HP aesthetics

Hufflepuff: a clear blue sky, crisp white clouds, sunflowers stalks swaying in the breeze, waking up early and fixing a cup of tea/coffee as the sun rises, a soft cushioned couch, burrowing under piles of pillows and fleece blankets, rain splashing and sliding down windows, putting on your favorite pair of socks in the morning, the snap of jean buttons and overall clasps, sticking your bare feet in dewy grass, cloud-gazing, the feeling of your fingers in the rich earth, the smell of freshly made cookies baking in the oven, the creak of the door when you first get home, licking chocolate off your finger tips, stroking your pet meditatively, spinning in circles until you get too dizzy and fall down, watching as seedlings begin to grow, succulents and ivy spilling out of garden beds, moss and lichens growing on rocks, new blossoms appearing on trees, the glare of sunlight out of the corner of your eye, hearing birdsong as evening begins to set in.

Slytherin: Fog rolling over landscapes, rain pouring down from the sky and the sound when it hits your umbrella as you walk around in a rainstorm, the feminine rustle of petticoats and tulle, shining black shoes glistening under candle light, gentle quiet notes being played on the piano, stepping into a warm shower early in the morning, a hand brushing your cheek gently, the slick sound when you adjust a tie, a cigarette held between two fingers gently, freshly applied lipstick, the flourish of a cloak or a heavy coat, the whistle of the wind in your ears and the hollow sound it creates when the wind beats against your house, evening walks, lighting candles in a pitch black room, power outs, train pistons moving, the crackle of thunder, pricking your finger on a needle, tall grass waving in the breeze, settling down in front of a blazing fire, finding a secluded spot to spend time with close friends, the subtle glisten of blood, silvery moonlit walks in the forest at night.

Gryffindor: Pounding heartbeat shaking your chest, the rush of blood in your ears, sticking a hand out the window of a car while driving and feeling the wind pass through your fingers, the apprehension when you reach the top of the roller coaster, chanting in a crowd of people, crowd surfing, the feeling of sweat on your upper brow, running and rolling down steep hills, the sound of skateboard wheels on pavement, drinking your first cup of coffee in the morning, waking up late on your day off and staying in bed as long as you want to, picking at scabs, the clink of chain link fences, oversized sweaters draping over your body and making you feel small and comfy, yelling your throat raw, feeling music on every cell of your body, turning your music up too loud and drowning out the world, feet peddling a bike, the rush of nearly getting caught, laughing loudly with a group of friends.

Ravenclaw: the smell when you walk into a bookstore, tenderly handling leather bound books, hand cramping from extensive writing, paint smudges on your hands, wearing old pairs of jeans, ink blotches covering the margins of notebooks, color coded notes, sitting beneath a tree and reading, opening a newly bought book, reading the last line of a book, stage curtains rustling gently, holding your breath under water, letting ocean waves hit your ankles, star gazing late into the night, walking down quiet country lanes, pulling your hair back so that you can focus, water boiling in a kettle, slipping into a steaming bath surrounded by candles, soft lamplight dimly lighting a room, brushing impatient and frustrated fingers through hair, writing on the first page of a new notebook, opening your window to listen to the sound of rain as you fall asleep at night, collecting leaves and feathers, watering plants, freshly washed and dried hair


◦ pairing: reader x jungkook

◦ rating: pg

◦ word count: <1k

◦ request: could you do a fluffy jungkook scenario where the reader and him both secretly like each other, and one night they have to share a bed due to the lack of space? no smut please just fluff ^_^

◦ a/n: I have too many requests to make everything a full length fic and I need to get better at drabbles so here is a subpar attempt at it (even though it turned into not a drabble? xD)

m a s t e r l i s t

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” he offered, scratching the back of his head with discomfort. You were his guest, and there was no way he could let you drive in this snowstorm. There was already at least a foot piled up outside, blanketing the entire town in a heavy white softness. It was a quiet world outside, subdued by the overwhelming amount of snowflakes pouring from the sky. Your car was positively stuck in the driveway and there wasn’t a chance in hell that anyone would be out to shovel anything any time soon.

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The Riddler has a gift for The Penguin.

The Riddler swaggers through the door, cane twirling, tipping his hat to the guards and making his way into the Iceberg Lounge without so much as a second glance. Knowledge is his trade, after all, and there did not yet exist a better location in Gotham to put one’s finger on the heartbeat of its criminal underbelly.

Ed is not here on business, not technically, anyways. Today, it’s personal. He sits at the bar, cane hooked over his arm, noting the new tender. He’s handsome, hair slicked back and suited up in an immaculate tux, as are all the men who work here. It’s almost as if the attire of the staff was designed with the intention of making Ed hot under the collar (despite the wintery theme).

In a way, he isn’t wrong.

He orders a martini from the young man behind the bar and scowls when it’s delivered to him. Glancing over his shoulder at Oswald’s usual booth, he waits until the Penguin meets his gaze. It doesn’t take long.

Ed waggles his brows and shoots a meaningful look at the bartender. He can perfectly recall the exasperated sigh Oswald is making, even though he can’t hear it from this distance. Oswald excuses himself from the table, shaking hands with the woman he was speaking with. She gets up and walks away.

Good. Oswald has a minute, then.

“He’s new, isn’t he,” Ed says. It’s more of a statement than a question. Oswald rolls his eyes, gesturing for the bartender to come over.

“Mr. Nygma is very particular about his martinis,” Oswald says.

“The optimal gin dilution occurs at around 30 to 35 percent,” Ed interjects.

The poor kid looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

“May, I, Ozzie?” he asks, already leaning his cane against the bar and heading around.

“Of course,” Oswald says, making a sarcastic sweeping gesture.

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Hold Me Tight | Jimin x Reader

Ch.2 | Symptoms 

Rated Mature - implied smut with set up for future chapters

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

There is a time and a place for everything. Except to Park Jimin who makes you create time and place out of thin air until there’s really no argument to stand on. He’d heard about you from a friend, someone like himself who thought it ought to do him some good to- anyway, this is where it begins.

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Hi!! And aah…thank you so much :’)) Rarepair Anon..I’m afraid I’m just not familiar enough with Terushima’s character to feel like I can write him well, I’m sorry! I hope you’ll also enjoy some kurodai angst with a happy, sappy ending ❤  

Fighting with Daichi has always been fun. One of Kuroo’s favorite things to do, actually. Daichi will say something dry and witty, and Kuroo will twist his words just right so the other boy ends up flustered and usually threatening to punch Kuroo in the face. And then Kuroo will get so caught up in how good Daichi looks when he’s trying to be threatening while holding back a smile, that he forgets to tease him, Daichi temporarily gains the upper hand, and the cycle starts again.

(Daichi has never actually punched him, though he’s definitely looked like he wanted to. He’s also looked like he wants to kiss Kuroo, but that hasn’t happened yet either.)

It’s always been a game, lighthearted and playful, and it turns Kuroo’s stomach to something heavy and tight when that changes suddenly. When he learns what it feels like to actually fight with Daichi, and there’s nothing fun about it at all.

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sonhoedesrazao  asked:

JIMON: "Are you flirting with me?”

(because you asked no nicely, it’s based on this picture.)

Simon walked into the bar and was a little taken aback when he noticed it was empty. Even more strange than that, Jace was behind the counter, cheerily building a Jenga tower.

“Oh, you’re early!” His boyfriend said, eyes widening. 

Simon frowned, amused. “I can…go back later if you want. What’s going on? Is this the part where you tell me you got a gig on the side? I kinda like the idea of having a bartender for a boyfriend. Everyone will be, like, ‘are you flirting with me?’, because that’s what bartenders do, but I’ll just casually approach the counter and they’ll will be like, ‘oh, he’s so cool! That hot bartender just kissed him!’”

Jace chuckled, hands resting on the counter and his eyes cast low. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Yeah, something like that.” He lightly drummed his fingers on the counter, took a deep breath and said. “Uhm, I was kinda hoping I’d have time to finish this before you showed up, but since you’re here…wanna help me out?”

Simon shrugged. “Sure.” He put his phone down and picked one of the pieces. “Are we playing for something here?”

Jace pursed his lips, considering. “Nah. I don’t think so…no. Yeah, no, we’re not playing for real. Let’s just see how high we can make this thing.”

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This felt like the way you get nervous right before something exciting happens-the moment when you’re balanced on the top of the roller coaster, the hush before the surprise party, the second after the diving board but before the water, when you can close your eyes and imagine, for just a second, that you’re flying. The feeling that good things were coming, almost here, any moment now.
—  Morgan Matson, Since you’ve been gone