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This was never what i intended i never meant for this to happen but @titleknown got me thinking about an actual sentai team to fight all my weird sentai monsters i’ve been vomiting up lately and well yeah. I went with bugs cause isn’t japan super into bug superheroes but powerrangers is usually like dinosaurs and trucks and shit but not bugs so yeah

also a team of mostly girls cause i like that

anyway they are the Prism Force and they are

Micah Forma, Sentry Red

Alexandra Verington, Sentry Blue

Eric Verington, Sentry Yellow

Trisha Mung, Sentry Green

and Natasha Fredricks, Sentry Pink

anonymous asked:

Reader gets stood up on a date and Kara comes to the rescue? Ty

You’ve been waiting for half an hour now for a date, people are casting you weird glances. Random guys tried one by one to come over to comfort you, one even claimed to be your date, but he didn’t match the picture.

You’re close to tears when you hear a familiar voice, is that Kara? There’s no way it could be, she’s working late at the office. Maybe Cat let her off early, but for what reason? With a closer look, it is Kara, her ponytail swooshing back and forth as she tries to do three things at once.

The cheap outdoor table shakes as she sits down across form you, she’s tired from her run over here and you’re surprised she’s even here at all. She smiles at you as she takes a sip from her water.

“Hi,” you squeak out, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” she replies, obviously having a better handle on going along with this than you do. “Wanna get out of here?”

“I thought I’d be stuck here forever,” you laugh.

“I’d never let that happen,” she kisses your cheek and you almost fall back into your chair. You shyly offer her your hand and she gladly takes it. You’re lucky to have Kara, but she feels luckier just to know you. You don’t know where she’s taking you but if you’re being honest, you’d follow her to the ends of the earth.

“Mad Dog and Puppy” English Translation

Here it is. I apologize for the delay, but various circumstances got in the way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

From Haikyuu!! Light Novel 6, Chapter “Mad Dog and Puppy” written by Kiyoko Hoshi with illustrations by Haruichi Furudate.

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Attached illustration on page 129:

Mad Dog and Puppy

One fine holiday in fall, there was a man standing in a convenience store nearby Aoba Jousai High School. The guy, wearing a volleyball jersey, walked out as the opening and closing door made an electronic sound. The man’s name is Kyoutani Kentarou, a second-year member in Aoba Jousai High’s volleyball club.

Kyoutani tore the wrapping of the chicken—chicken is his favorite food—that he took out of the convenience store bag before sinking his teeth into it, making an audible noise; this was how he walked toward school. The volleyball club took Mondays off. Practice starts morning today, which is a Sunday.

Kyoutani had not attended the club for quite a while since the middle of his first year due to various circumstances, though he has been recently thrown into the spotlight for coming back after being recalled by Oikawa, the team captain.

At the preliminary round of the Inter-High Miyagi Finals in June, Aoba Jousai suffered defeat at the hands of Shiratorizawa Academy, the invincible champions. It was necessary to regroup and reorganize the currently completed team in order to clear themselves of the disgrace come the next Spring High School competition, move on from second place and aim for the Nationals. What they wanted to strengthen in particular was their offense. The fighting strength that served to be the trigger of that was Kyoutani, whom Oikawa jokingly called “Mad Dog.”

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Sweet Valentine // Spencer Reid x Reader

“That’s sickening,” you commented with a grin as a bouquet of flowers was delivered to JJ right in front of you. She chuckled, aware of the fact you were joking and simply waved the comment away.

“Will is just sweet,” she replied. Your grin grew bigger at the fact JJ couldn’t hide the growing blush on her cheeks. She and Will had been together for a while now and yet he always seemed to find a way to fluster her. Watching JJ receive little gifts was something the whole office had come to enjoy.

“You’re just mad cause you don’t have a date lil mama,” Morgan commented with a smile. You scoffed as you swiveled your chair around in order to face him.

“I don’t need a date. I have Emily and Reid this year,” you replied with a smug smirk. The three of you were the singles of the group and after much convincing, you’d managed to have them agree to an anti-valentine’s day.

“About that…” Emily replied guiltily.

“Emily! Did you seriously get a date at the last minute?? What happened to all of us agreeing to boycott Valentine’s Day by spending it getting drunk together?!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“Okay one- we did not agree to boycott. We only agreed to spend the day together since none of us had dates, and two-the drinking thing was your idea. Not that I wouldn’t mind getting completely wasted although I do worry about Reid if you continue that plan,” she laughed. “Sorry babe, I got asked out and I just couldn’t say no.”

“Looks like it’s just you and Reid now,” JJ replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at the gesture, knowing well that she always pictured the two of you together. You couldn’t deny the fact you’d developed some feelings for the man, but expecting Spencer to make a move was like waiting for rain in a drought. It wasn’t likely to happen any time soon.

“I guess I’ll have to let him know it’s just the two of us,” you replied as you shot Emily a look through narrowed eyes. She smiled brightly, her eyes shining with mischief.

“I already let him know last night,” she replied.


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just another coffee shop AU

So this was part of a not!fic challenge but it ended up as more of a fic than a not!fic, so I’m posting it here. The challenge was to put a trope in my inbox and I’d tell you about the story I’d write. (Honestly, I’m tempted to adapt this and try to do it as orig fic, haha) So enjoy.

It’s harder than you think to get a job in a little podunk town that’s mostly home to fishermen. Dex takes what he can get, and what he can get is a job dishing out lattes and scones at the little pretentious coffee house that vacationing yuppies love to frequent on their way to Maine’s outlet malls. It’s barely a living, but Dex doesn’t need much.

He serves coffee one day to the preppiest of the prep – a luxuriously coiffed writer who tells him that the coffee shop has the perfect atmosphere for inspiration. Dex snorts. This is a guy who wears his stubble purposely rough, to achieve some kind of effect. He probably wears “pre-distressed” clothing (although right now his outfit’s actually really sharp, with this vest over a fuzzy, tight-fitting sweater.)

The writer challenges him. “Come on, you have to have a little poetry in your soul?”

“I sold my soul for a three-dollar latte,” Dex replies.

The man laughs, and goddamn, even his teeth are perfect.

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  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: as much as I love that the Batfamily has been connecting and bonding lately, I also HATE IT WITH A PASSION because ALL TIM DRAKE EVER WANTED WAS TO BE A MEMBER OF THAT FAMILY. LIKE, SO FUCKING MUCH. HE FOLLOWED THEM AROUND WHEN HE WAS A SMOL BECAUSE HIS BIO FAMILY WAS NEGLECTFUL AND HE JUST!! WANTED!! A FAMILY!! AND NOW THAT THEY'RE FINALLY TRYING TO ACT LIKE ONE AGAIN, DC KILLED OFF TIM DRAKE SO WE CAN'T EVEN SEE THE WARPED ECHO VERSION OF HIM GET WHAT HE WANTED?? FFFFUUUUUCK YOOOOUUUUU.
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“When?,“ the wolf raised an eyebrow “What is this bullshit Stiles! is Scott part of this?“ He stood up to look at the teen in the eye which was weird. Stiles was taller than him. he looked older. and his clothes. they were ancient.

“Stiles?,” Stiles said his eyes almost glowed golden as a grin grew on his face “that is his name isn’t it? The one who bears my features in your time?“ he circled around the wolf to inspect him closer.

“What do you mean my time?,” Derek growled but the man didn’t even flinch, instead he pulled at the wolf’s sleeves to inspect the material “Stiles!”

“i am not your friend wolf, maybe my ancestors are but currently we are no more than strangers” Sti-, the man stated as he pulled a flask out of his leather bag.

“what are you talking ab-” Derek was not able to finish the sentence because the flask flew in his direction, breaking at his feet and releasing some kind of red mist. making the Wolf dizzy and sleepy.

“I’ll explain it all to you wolf,” a shadow loomed over him as he hit the ground “but first, i must make sure you are not dangerous,” his eyelids felt heavy and the world fell dark “sleep well Wolf




@stilesandderek a gift for the best gift in the world! am sorry am so late Rue i hope u had a great birthday and that this year will be great to u please accept this sorcerer!Stiles and time traveler!Derek.

Called It

A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown

Penelope

Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my favourites.  It’s as painfully awkward as any other YouTuber’s first video.  He sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing. Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.

           And of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.

           “Hi guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the movement.  “Welcome to the first video on my channel!”  He’s inserted a sound effect of people cheering.  I have to laugh.  It’s so damn cringe-worthy.

           He goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally, it’s everyone’s favourite part.

           “What are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera.  My heart turns to mush.

           Baz.

           Simon’s new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.

           “Making my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera.  “Come say hi!”

           “-bleep- no.”

           Even the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.

           Simon looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear word.  A door slams somewhere out of the shot.

           “That’s my new flatmate,” he tells us.  “His name is Baz.  He’s kind of a prat.”

           “Just you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen. “Just you wait.”

 ***

           Simon and Baz do not get along.  At all.

           That much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon posts more frequently.  He often films in the living room, which drives Baz insane.

           “Why don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.

           “The lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.

           “Well, I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”

           “Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs. “Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”

           “Well, who wouldn’t?”

           Good old Baz.  Sarcastic and full of himself.  They don’t appear to realize it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.

           Little by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel.  At first we only hear him from off-screen, offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say.  Many of his comments are admittedly quite mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out.  Baz is the invisible heckler.  Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new ship.  “SnowBaz” they call it, and before long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I ship it” and “OTP”.

           I try not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself.  It feels insensitive to me, shipping real live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts.  But even I can’t deny that the two of them would be cute together.  Provided they stop hating each other.

           Then Baz appears onscreen for the first time.

           He’s on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera.  All we can see is long black hair.  He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at Simon’s words.  Once he turns his head further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin of his face.  This time the comments are all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.

           After that he starts to appear more often. Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a book.  He’s tall, and his hair reaches his shoulders.  The expression on his face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves for his heckling.  It doesn’t take long for people to start commenting on how attractive he is.  Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.

           Once, Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video.  Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in the background, which Simon has to pixel out. He’s gotten better at editing at this point.

           Sometimes Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers exciting.  The things that Simon finds exciting are too cute for words.  They tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost mundane but for some reason they excite him. He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited.  He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks, glad to just be out.  He’s gone to the grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs.  Those videos are some of the best ones.  They bicker about everything from which kind of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets.  Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him.  Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much as he lets on.

           But there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for anyone who ships the two of them.  Simon is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.

           “This question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone.  “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right now?’”

           And if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.

           “Well,” Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a lot.  I don’t know who the person is, but we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”

           “Could you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight.  “I’m trying to read over here.”

           Simon doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s head more than once before the video is over. I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it.  Certainly every single one of his viewers did, which is to say over a million people. Perhaps love is completely daft.

 ***

           When I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream.  Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and I settle in to join the party.  He’s in a different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I gather that it’s his room.  It looks so clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.

           Simon leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as they flood in.  He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response, trying to return as many of them as possible.

           “I’ve got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a few more questions first.”  He’s quiet for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream.  “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was messaging you so much?’”  He pauses before answering.  “Funny you should ask, because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk about.”  He shifts on his bed.  “I have a bit of an announcement -”

           His door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.

           Comments start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”

           “What are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.

           “Just filming a live show,” Simon tells him. He seems… nervous?

           “A live show, eh?”  Baz strolls over and – wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon.  We’ve never seen him this close to the camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.

           We’ve also never seen him this close to Simon before.

           My heart kicks up a notch.  I’ve fallen down the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely.  I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity.  With a click I maximize the screen, blocking the other comments from my view.  I want to see every pixel of this.

           “I was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his hands in his lap.

           “Ah,” Baz nods, apparently understanding.  “Go on, then.  Carry on, Simon.”

           Did he –

           Did he just call him Simon?

           He never calls him Simon!

           “I can’t do it if you’re here!” Simon protests.

           Baz gives a shrug.  “Then I’ll tell them.”

           He takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.  

           I scream into my pillow.

           Simon and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.

           I can practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently having.

           They’re still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth.  It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced the internet with, and it’s not even for us.

           I’m tearing up, I’m so happy for them.

           Baz lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera. “That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there.  Don’t think we don’t know.”  He winks. He fucking winks.

           And then he leaves.  

           Simon turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy.  He grins sheepishly.

           “Um, yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”

           I tap the comment box.

           pennyforyourthoughts: Called it.

Okay, so we know that the Red Lion is protective over Keith and reacts pretty strongly to his feelings, so what if that started including protecting Lance ? Like whenever they’re in a battle or training the Red Lion kept on pushing Blue out of the way of attacks, or jumping in front to take hits, or attacking the enemies the Blue Lion is targeting before Lance can attack. And when they get back to the castle Lance can’t stop complaining about how Keith is getting in his space, and stealing his targets and Keith is trying to explain how it’s not him, it’s the *lion* !

But Allura knows.

So she takes Keith to one side, when he asks Pidge to take a look at Red (after it happens again) and Allura tells him that Red doesn’t need looking over, that the Lions Don’t Do Hidden Feelings and they Don’t Get Subtlety. Keith is like I don’t- I don’t know what you mean??? And she’s just like omg Keith, the Lions pick up on their Paladin’s feelings and Act Accordingly. So Red is keeping Lance safe, because Keith wants to keep Lance safe, and it all just gets really awkward and the Red Lion has just somehow managed to be Keith’s wing… man… lion… robot. Winglion?
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BTS X READER [COLLEGE!AU | THRILLER!AU]

WORD COUNT: 7,114

series warnings: mature themes, violence, blood and gore, murder, emotional manipulation, bullying, mental health deterioration, eventual smut and substance abuse. this chapter contains strong language, light smut, bullying and claustrophobic themes

Originally posted by jeontrash

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It had been a week since Yoongi’s party at Pearl, an entire seven days since your father had disappeared into thin air; and a whole one hundred and sixty eight hours since your brother decided to call the police, regardless of the anonymous threats. As much as you loved Yoongi you couldn’t shake the bad feeling away from your figure, the text message had very clear instructions. Don’t show the police, or people will die. And with your dad still missing it was impossible not to entertain the idea.

“Y/N? Hello? Are you in here?” Maggie, the Exhibit gossip forum’s editor in chief and your overall boss, flicked your forehead with her perfectly manicured bubblegum pink nails to regain your attention.

“I’m so sorry… What were you saying?” You hummed in an attempt to salvage the embarrassing situation, you had no idea what she was talking to you about, truth be told you didn’t even realise she was there until her acrylic nail was leaving behind a small indentation on your skin.

“The threatening mystery texts, your dad’s disappearance! It’s all just dreadful… Will you run it?” She hollowed her thin cheeks out until you could see a map of her high cheekbones as she raised her brows expectantly.

There was no denying she was beautiful, she had rich dark brown flawless skin and her hair was shaved short and dyed red, her winged eyeliner was sharp enough to cut someone and her fashion choices were beyond Lady Gaga’s wildest imagination. But unfortunately for her you saw right through her fur coats and fake personality, she was the head cheerleader who never grew up; she was a bitch.

“Wait so you want me to run the story… About my missing dad? And include the anonymous messages?” You paraphrased eyes wide with shock, dumbfounded by her complete lack of human decency.

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imagine

someone/something makes connor laugh (which barely ever happens) and to everyone’s surprise connor’s laugh is really soft and adorable?? everyone is dying
they’re all like “hoLY SHIT SOMEONE CALL 911 CONNOR IS LAUGHING AND ITS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEAR T”

tree bros addition bc i’m trash: evan getting all blushy over it and when connor asks him why his face is so red evan is just like “you um.. have a really. uh, cute laugh,, is all *sweats*” and connor starts blushing too and they’re just gay nerds in love i’m sorry

‘These University Guys’ (Maknae smut- Lie 1)

Originally posted by mochivkook


A/N: Legit just finished it. Will edit later, lol.

Summary: You meet the devilishly handsome Jungkook while having to deal with your turbulent relationship with Taehyung and the charming Jimin.

Pairings: You x Taehyung, You x Jimin, You x Jungkook (lol)

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Word count: 3583

Trigger warnings: Swear words, smut, age difference relationships (not weird though), hint of a death (barely), sad Jimin

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Jungkook- the obliviously popular University guy. The hot, charming, sweet and shy boy with great hair.

The kind, honest Jungkook.

Well, I guess that was the first lie.

The first of 15.

4 months ago

“Come on, guys. Do you realize how pathetic you sound? You’re literally one of tens, maybe hundreds, of people who are falling all over this guy.” You scoff and stuff another spoon of yogurt into your mouth.

“Oh, please, Y/N!” One of your friends, Kylie, the most logical of them all, pipes up. “Like you wouldn’t drop your panties the second his fingers grazed your shoulder.”

You laugh again and shake your head at the group of girls sitting around the lawn outside the school. Seriously, of all these high school girls, you thought you had befriended the few that weren’t in love with Jungkook.

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anonymous asked:

Can I have BTS reaction when their girlfriend follows them all day, doing aegyo to ask for their dick ('cause she wants it so bad) 😂 thanks!

BTS Reaction to Their Girlfriend Doing Aegyo to Ask For Them:


Jin:

Jin had been busy for the past two weeks which meant the only contact you two had was strictly phone calls and occasional video calls. So when he had finally come home, it annoyed you that he decided to spend this time home cleaning or doing other house chores instead of spending time with you. He wasn’t ignoring you but you wanted to have him and he just wasn’t getting that. “Jinnie~” You cooed for the millionth time that day, giving him the cutest pout you could muster. The older male had caught on to what you were getting at but he found entertainment in letting you drag on. Moving closer to him, you locked eyes with him, that pout still plastered on your lips “You’ve been home for three days already and you haven’t touched me once.” With one last attempted, you squished your cheeks together. “I want you Jinnie, pleaseeee~” Jin chuckled, his heart already won over. “Anything for you, princess.”

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Hoseok/J-Hope:

Something about him just never ceased to turn you on, from his sunshine like personality, his radiating smile, and the way he stole everyone’s attention when he danced. You found it hard to control yourself around him and it didn’t make it better that you knew just how amazing he could be in the bedroom. That dancer body of his sure knew how to work. He had dance practice today and you had tagged along, maybe being a bit too clingy if you had to admit it. You watched as he worked for hours, every hip thrust and body roll caused your cheeks to flush hues of red. “Hobiii” You called out, dragging out his name with a smile. His body came to a pause, chest raising and falling rapidly, sweat running down his face, even in this state he was perfect and it was just eating at you. “Yes?” With a smile, you pulled him over to sit. “Don’t you thing you deserve a little break?” You asked with a cutesy grin, your fingers softly trailing up his arm. “I guess, maybe i can just sit down for a few minutes.” You frowned and shook your head. “That’s not what I meant Hobii~ I think I can help you relax.” With an arched eyebrow, he looked towards you, a smirk on his lips. “And how are you going to do that y/n?” You laughed softly, creating a heart with both of your hands. “With my love, of course!” Though you tried to act cute, your eyes spelled out lust more than anything. “Then, show me how much you love me.” Hobi said lowly, opening his legs while shooting you a wink.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Yoongi/Suga:

You felt as if you were being annoying but you didn’t know any other way to get what you wanted. Yoongi had been stressed out with work, you had been frustrated beyond belief and so intimacy was something the both of you could use. Now you just had to get him on the same page. You had been attached to his side, constantly trying to get his attention. “Yoon-” Your voice was quickly silenced as he began to talk. “Look, y/n, can you please stop being so fucking clingy? I have a lot of work to do and you aren’t making it an easier on me.” His voice had some bite, your facial expression falling into a frown. He had never spoken to you that way and you wanted to believe it was because he was stressed out but you couldn’t help but take what he said to heart. “I just thought we could both use some ‘us’ time.” You murmured, eyes prickling with tears as you tried to hold them in. His heart ached as he realized the situation and immediately regretted his words. “Y/n, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean any of that, I just haven’t been in the best mood lately.” He looked up at you with an apologetic yet straight face. “What do you wanna do?” He said with a sigh, your cheeks turning red as you thought of your answer. “You, if that wasn’t obvious enough.” 

Originally posted by jeonbase

Namjoon/Rap Monster:

You had tagged along with Namjoon and the rest of the boys as they went place to place filming different interviews. You enjoyed watching the energy all the boys had while speaking about their love and appreciation for their fans and work. But you always kept your eyes on him. You loved the way he always included all the boys even when questions seemed to be directed towards him. He was such a great leader and person overall, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to be able to call him yours. As the day went on, you couldn’t help but be turned on by his mind, the way he thought and the answers he gave that were always wholesome and well thought. It didn’t help that he was definitely serving looks like nobodies business this particular day. As you guys traveled from place to place, you never let his side, maybe even being a bit too clingy but Namjoon loved it. It wasn’t usual that you were this latched on so he was just sucking it up, being equally as clingy to you. The lingering touches, the way you were only calling him by a nickname, your cute faces and actions. “Babe, you seem different today. Is something up?” He murmured to you as you all stepped out the car to walk into the next building. Your eyes met his as you gave him a tiny shrug. “I thought it was pretty obvious what was up, Joonie~” You cooed gently back, biting your lip as you parted from him so the boys could set up for their next interview. You sat behind the camera, watching as the interviewer threw questions at the boys. With a smirk, you puled out your phone, sending Namjoon cute yet naughty messages. He felt his phone vibrating but ignored it as he didn’t have the time to check his phone. Your eyes met with his before you excused yourself form the bathroom. There you snapped a quick, suggestive picture, underneath reading, “I need you, Joonie oppaa~” A you walked back in quickly,pressing send and watching as he finally took out his phone in curiosity. His thumb quickly scrolled through each message, his eyes widening as he got to the last one. He couldn’t believe you had sent that kind of picture while in a public place. He looked back towards you with an amused expression before mouthing the word ‘home’.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jimin:

Jimin had been home for a few days, resting as he was finally given a break from all their promoting. You guys had finally been able to spend time together, the days had consisted of lame movies, cuddling, snacks, and just quality time overall. But it had been a while since you guys had been physical and you didn’t really know how to bring it up to him. “Jimin.” You cooed softly as you guys sat on the couch, laying your body across his lap. “Yes, y/n?” You looked up at him with a pout, your hands playing with the fabric of his shirt. “I’m bored, why don’t we have some fun~” Jimin looked down at you, his face obviously in deep thought. “Well, we can go out and do something?” He suggested, causing your eyes to roll. He definitely didn’t get what you waned. You sat up, straddling his lap as you looked into his eyes. “I want to have fun here though.” You whispered, nuzzling your nose against his cheek as you pressed your body against his. “M-maybe we can find something around here to do but their isn’t much but the tv.” You chuckled, leaning in to leave tiny kisses on his face hat trailed slowly down his neck. “I want you Jiminie~ We can have fun with each other.”

Originally posted by chimchams

Taehyung/V:

Saturday had rolled up and luckily Taehyung had a day off. You had wanted to spend the day with him but the weather had something different in mind. Due to the downpour, you and Tae were imprisoned in your home. You didn’t let this ruin the day though and instead went on a quest to pamper your boyfriend. He had been working late hours, coming home beyond tired, so today you felt he deserved to just stay in bed and rest. Tae noticed this care and accepted it with open arms, wondering how he had gotten so lucky. You started with breakfast in bed, making all of his favorites and presenting it to him clad in one of his oversized shirts. You knew he loved when you wore his clothes and you could see already that he was happy. As the day went on, you continued to tend to him, making him lunch, cuddling up to him, even giving him a much needed back massage. “Y/n, I don’t think I could thank you enough for today.” Taehyung murmured as you guys laid in bed, your body encased in his arms. “Well, there is one way.” You murmured, flashing him a large smile as your hand slowly trailed down his body to his waist. Tae’s eyes widened slightly before he gave you a knowing smile. “Ah-” You cut him off, standing up from the bed. “How about me and you take a hot bath Tae Tae~?” Within seconds, he was up, dragging you to the bathroom.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook:

You had Jungkook had been dating for a while and of course the talk of taking the next step came up numerous times. Except, your boyfriend just so happened to be the biggest tease in history and would always get you worked up before leaving you to suffer and finish yourself. He always used the excuse of being busy or having to get up early the next morning for practice and you were fed up with it. Two could play this game and you were ready for your turn. You knew if there was one thing Kookie couldn’t resist, it was when you acted overly cute around him. It was something you used to get your way occasionally but of course he knew this. You spent the whole day holding his hand when you guys went out, giving him surprise kisses here and there, even calling him by his nickname more than ever. The male knew what you were doing but he couldn’t tell exactly what you wanted. “Baby, what do you want?” He asked with a smile as you guys finally made it home after a long day, the two of you sitting in your bedroom. “I want you, Kookie.” You whispered, climbing onto his lap. “We haven’t had us time in so long and I’ve been craving you..” Your voice cooed softly, your hands slithering under his shirt. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “You’ve been so adorable all day, how could I say no?” You giggled, your lips attaching to his neck as you pressed your hips against his. “Then don’t” Your kissed up his neck before connecting your lips with his. They molded perfectly together and from that pressure against your thigh, you could tell he was enjoying it. His hands went to work on your shirt, pulling it off quicker than you can react. Now to get him back. You pulled away, heavy breathing between you two, a smirk growing on your lips. “Don’t you have early practice tomorrow? Wouldn’t want you being tired.” You quickly rolled off of him, getting up grab a glass of water. “Get some sleep, Kookie~” He looked stunned for a moment before he got up with a chuckle. “That was hot.” He commented before grabbing your wrist. “But we both know you want this as badly as I do.” He said, dragging you back to the bed. “Now lets finish what you started.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


-I really hope this was okay! Sorry for being gone for so long ;; School has been kicking my ass and I just haven’t had the time to sit and write. On a good note, I went to my first BTS concert on Thursday and it was amazing! I wish I could go back omg-

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“Lately, I find the truth has become so elusive, often imaginary. But, in the end, it’s all that we’re left with, isn’t it? What is real, what you can taste and touch and feel. The words that pass between us as we look each other in the eye are all we have to hold onto. The truth. I hold it dear.

Things I wish to happen in RQ4

from my rational mind:

  • More #girlpower: Mare, Farley, Evangeline, and Iris ruling and slaying 
  • Cal getting his shit together (i.e. realizing his greatest mistake before it’s too late) 
  • Cal and Maven’s long overdue one-on-one confrontation, brother to brother
  • Iris Cygnet slaying and being a complete badass Queen of Norta (thus, making more obvious what a horrible excuse for a king Maven is)
  • Evangeline giving Cal an earful for not choosing love when he had a chance, unlike herself who’s always had to follow her parents’ orders
  • Evangeline finally getting the nerve to speak out against her parents and fight for what she truly wants (Ptolemus may or may not help his sister)
  • Cal and Evangeline somehow helping each other unbeknownst to his Nanabel and her parents (includes plotting behind the oldies’ backs)
  • Mare and Cal trying to be civil with each other despite the presence of strong sexual tension
  • More longing and sexual tension between Mare and Cal
  • Mare building a facade in front of Cal and the others, but her heart is breaking deep inside because she really loves him (present tense because it’s not easy to unlove someone you really love)   
  • Cal regretting his stupid decision more and more every time he sees Mare and her post-breakup glow 
  • Mare and Cal’s confrontation after their breakup
  • Mare and Cal eventually clearing up all their misunderstandings 
  • Cal learning more about Coriane (and the truth behind her death) from Sara and Julian
  • Mare and Farley getting closer, supporting each other, and acting like sisters 
  • More Kilorn scenes (because c’mon, the fish boy and his shit-eating grinning face is a breath of fresh air)
  • The Barrows more supportive and loving than ever
  • Epic war / action scenes  
  • Maven and all the bad guys (may or may not include Ptolemus) dying painful deaths or getting the saddest ending possible (Maven especially)
  • Cal surviving and ending the war (like what Coriane wanted for her son)
  • Demolition of the monarchy and the Burning Crown
  • Establishment of democracy and a world where Reds and Silvers are equal and get along well
  • A peaceful (not perfect, because entropy) and warless world to live in for baby Clara  
  • Farley and Clara’s cute mother-daughter moments
  • Farley telling Clara a story about an awesome guy named Shade Barrow
  • Farley getting nostalgic because she sees parts of Shade in Clara as she grows up
  • Julian and Sara’s happy ending (Coriane would be so happy for them)
  • Evangeline and Elane’s happy ending (these ladies deserve it so much)
  • Cal asking Mare for forgiveness 
  • Mare and Cal finally reuniting in the end (a little romance never killed anybody) 

from my Marecal shipper heart (a.k.a. my irrational mind):

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time for some late night body positivity. because this is my blog and I do what I want.

so here’s me. no makeup, no filter, nothing. I have really bad skin. redness, acne, and psoriasis all over my face.

this post is just to say that even though i’m really dang self conscious about my skin, it’s still me. and I will love it, whether or not others consider it worth loving.

Dance with the Devil

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Smut, Drama and idk what this shit is

Summary: It’s dancing night, down in the Bronx, and there’s only room for two. The nights never end, nor do the sights. It’s a free show for all, a delight for those who haven’t seen it yet and a guilty pleasure for those who have. For, it’s a battle for the two devils, and a game for all those in their paths.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Dom/sub undertones, spanking, brat taming (?), Daddy kink

Note: Dedicated to @spellboundsangria , my wife I guess :) 

The Bronx does NOT refer to the actual place in the United States. It’s the name of the club they’re at.

It starts with a simple touch, a casual tap to the shoulder. There’s a lull in conversation at that very moment, and you let your eyes drift upward, locking with his.

There’s an otherworldly beauty to him that makes the stars dim in comparison, that makes even the darkest of the days brighten up. They say he’s inhuman, that he’s like a Godsend on earth, but very few know the truth.

And neither do you.

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jon snow: my territory

ANON REQUESTED: Can you do some Jon snow smut please ;) 

note: uhmmm, its smut. kinda a lil bit but smut  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


You crashed into Jon’s chambers with two flagons of wine and ale with two cups. Jon was busy looking at his map, with a deep look on his face. He was surprised that he saw you, late at night and you just barged in.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he took a seat, watching you move.

“What am I doing?” You raised the cups and you exclaimed. “Drinking, we’re drinking.” He started to protest but you shut him out, “I know you are King in the North now, but you’re always so serious these past days.”

He grabbed the cup from your hand and he poured himself the sweet wine, filling it almost to the brim. He chugged it all down with one gulp, and he flushed red already from the alcohol. You took a drink as well, and you looked at his table.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you drank the wine. You sat on the table, moving the markers away. 

“Maps,” both of you said it at the same time, and he laughed as he grabbed the wine for more.

It has been a while since you spent time with him, since he was always so busy talking about strategies, and all of the problems that carried on his shoulders. You stared at him, slowly drinking his cup. You remembered that this was once the man you loved, but your feelings subsided when he took you just for a friend. A close friend, you remembered as he hugged you one time.

“What’s the matter?” He asked as he saw you staring.

You didn’t look away, but you smiled. “Nothing,” you glanced at the flagon, “We’re out of wine.”

He raised the other flagon, and he filled your cup. “We still have ale.”

You laughed as he raised the flagon to fill his cup as well. He was getting so flustered and intoxicated, he started to mumble inchorent words. He smiled and he laughed, out of nowhere. “Do you remember when you ran,” he laughed loudly, “And you fell into this pit of mud!”

“That wasn’t funny!” You said as you remembered that moment. Everybody in the Black were laughing as you drenched in the mud. You laughed, when you remembered another thing, “I pulled you in.”

He nodded as he finished the remaining flagon. “We both smelt of shit for the whole week,” he laughed as he stared at you on his table.

You finished your drink as he did with his, and silence filled the whole room. He stood, and he stayed in front of you as you held your cup in your hands. You smiled at him, and he moved closer. He set your cup on the table, and he inched closer, and your feet dangled off the table as he moved.

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My DGHDA silly headcanons

• Todd likes musicals. He has a whole collections of soundtrack records hidden in his closet right next to wear he hides Dirk’s jackets
• Dirk once tried to borrow Farah’s jacket. Never again.
• Farah handcuffs Dirk to drawer handles in the apartment if he starts really annoying them. Calls it “Time Out”
• Amanda usually joins Dirk when he’s in time out and the others aren’t around. They swap stories. Dirk talks about cases, Amanda talks about Todd. It’s why Dirk knows a weird amount about him
• Dirk steals Todd’s band shirts on Laundry day.
• Todd will never admit he thinks the band shirts look good on Dirk
• Dirk will never admit that although he loves the shirts they oddly smell of bananas. Like all the time. Nothing gets rid of the weird banana smell.
• There are times when Todd stays up late drinking because he’s feeling real down so Dirk brings the record player into the living room and sits with Todd in the dark whilst they both listen to the entirety of Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd.
• In Amanda’s contacts, Dirk is called Literal Sunshine
• The rowdy three wrecked Todd’s apartment. They apologised but the sofa will never be fixed.
• Dirk refuses to tell anyone what the red jacket really is for but Estevez borrowed it?
• Vogle cannot tie his shoe laces. Amanda lets him borrow her boot laces to practice.
• Cross can be a bit shaky at times with his hands (I blame the obscene amount of energy in him) so Martin occasionally feeds him so they don’t make a mess. For Todd’s sake.
• Gripps can sing really well but he’ll only sing in the shower.
• Dirk can’t cook to save his life but he tries. There’s usually a Tupperware box, in the fridge, filled with some sort of mystery meal that no one dares to touch
CEREAL
• Dirk- probably those super sugary colourful cereals (although that’s only when he finds them because Todd always hides them. Dirk and sugar don’t mix well)
• Todd- coffee, that boy hasn’t eaten a proper breakfast since he was 14
• Amanda- cookie crisps (although swaps to the health stuff when Todd is around)
• Farah- probably mainly special k but whenever she’s feeling down she buys some lion cereals)
• Ken- Reese’s Puffs. Loves peanut butter
• Bart- plain cornflakes because she doesn’t understand why she’d eat cereals which have little kids or weird animals on them (although she probably steals Ken’s every once in a while, because they smell so good and she has a bit of a sweet tooth)
• Dirk also buys things like Golden Nuggets or any other yellow cereal for aesthetic
• Dirk also shares his cereal with sharkcat and Rapunzel. Although Todd isn’t happy about it.
• Rowdy 3- haven’t eaten cereal for god knows how long until Amanda joined them. Vogel and Cross seem like they eat the same sugary stuff as Dirk. Anything to give them energy. Gripps seems to be a man with a love for flavour so maybe one of those cinnamon ones. Martin probably shocks the whole system and eats muesli. Without milk. Imagines them as fucking nails.
• Estevez- probably has a quick coffee and baked good (bagel/pastry) on the way to work and he’d pick up a breakfast sub for Zimmerfield on his way.

( thanks to @amanda-is-psychic for help with the cereal sub-section 😂 )