who wants to drink with me

anonymous asked:

This might sound strange but what plot ideas and or stories would you like riordan to write about pjo series?

  • drew tanaka and why the heck she is tied to the egyptian gods
  • sally jackson backstory
  • more of the secondary characters on hoo/mcga
  • how camp’s changed (or not) after the gods’ new pledge after tlo
  • literally just give me camp domestic life i want it so bad
  • are there parties? these are teenagers do they drink? do they gossip? do they prank? who’s fucking who behind who’s back? is there differentiation between half bloods who got to camp real young and the ones who were just common mortals up to a certain age? is there actual cabin rivarly and if there is TELL ME THE RUNNING GAGS!!! do they take in more hybrids that aren’t necessarily demigods, like tyson? do the half bloods ever learn elementary fucking math? what the fuck is in the woods? what’s the routine when camp has actual people actually living in it and isn’t just prepared for summer? are there adults???????? ever????? are there families who go together??? TELL ME THE LITTLE THINGS
  • camp (both jupiter and chb) creation stories PLZ
  • basically a book full of trivia

Originally posted by puertamateo

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

There he was two tables over. You were having such a great time too until your eye clocked him as he was walking in. And to make matters worse he had a date; beautiful, tall, bleach-blonde bimbo. Nothing brought your spirits down lower.

“Just ignore him,” Nat advised as she saw where your gaze had drifted to. Nat knew exactly who he was and the shit he had put you through, but she also knew it was hard to see an ex with someone else. 

Sam looked concerned at you from Nat’s words. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Just the ex,” you told him, trying to hide the fact that you were hurting on the inside.

“Want me to go over and spill my drink on him?” Clint offered with a smirk. “It’d be my pleasure.”

You shook your head. “Nah, he’s not worth the trouble.”

“Then why aren’t you okay?” Steve asked as you turned to him.

You took a deep breath; guess it wasn’t gonna be hidden tonight. “It’s just hard seeing an ex doing so much better than you. He’s already on to someone new and I’m still stuck  here all by my lonesome.”

Steve thought a moment and stayed quiet. You watched his gears of his mind turning until he finally looked back at you. “Let me put my arm around you and then you laugh, okay?” he asked.

Quickly you picked up on what he was doing and shook your head. “You don’t have to this for me,” you said, putting yourself down.

“I want to,” Steve said. “Come on, lets make him jealous for a moment.”

Unbeknownst to you, Steve had been harboring a secret crush for you ever since he had known you. He had never met your ex in person, but he knew you were with someone and that he may not have a chance. Once you two and broken up Steve’s spirits lifted, but he knew you needed time to grieve. 

You agreed quietly and Steve more his strong arm around your shoulder pulling you in close. You did as he said and laughed like he had just told you something funny. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look at each other from across the table.

Just like Steve, you had a secret too. You had liked Steve from the moment you met him, but you never felt like you’d be good enough for him. Maybe that’s why you went out with your ex so quickly-just to have someone. As you sat in the booth, his arm around you, you felt something stir in your chest.

Your ex looked up at you from across his table and his face immediately fell. Steve was much more handsome than he could ever be and his arm was wrapped around you.

mea-daemon-vox  asked:

hey! i really love your blog. great content. i have a quick question though- do you have any tips for aftercare, but like for a Domme? my Domme experiences a drop after a particularly rough scene and i want to know what i can do to help since she helps me so much. i hate to see her so down.

Physical affection if they’re the kind of person who wants that, get them something to eat and drink. Make sure they know how much you love them, with words, and if they’re scared they hurt you, let them know they didn’t do anything you didn’t want. Basically, make sure they know that they did wonderful and you appreciate everything they did. 

at the sallie house

shane: hey demon! if you wanna eat my heart, turn on the flashlight

flashlight: [remains unlit]

shane: if you wanna eat ryan’s heart, turn on the flashlight

ryan: [screaming] no no no no

flashlight: [immediately turns on]


                                                         –even the demon knows shane’s a nasty wtf

My First Nat20

For Context: So it’s my first time playing DnD, I’m playing with 2 other friends who’ve also never played, and two friends who have one of which is the dm. We’re running a small combat test scenario with our characters vs some bandits and orcs. Our party consists of an Aarakocra Monk, a Human Fighter who’s focused on archery, an Elf Cleric, and myself a Teifling Bard.  The encounter starts when the Aarakocra Monk charges into the cave straight into 2 orcs and a bandit which are taken care of easily by the Monk and Fighter. After a long rest we push further into the cave into another group of enemies, this time two bandits and a single orc. The Fighter uses his sharpshooter shot and completely vaporizes the one bandit and the other bandit runs further into the cave.  The orc is now blocked off from the other bandit by our Monk

Me(ooc): I wanna try and persuade the orc to either abandon the bandits or join our team

                DM: You have to roll a persuasion check then

                *Rolls a 15+3*

                DM: The orc is now seriously reconsidering his allegiance to the bandits

                Elf(ooc) Can I give him a hug to try to further persuade him

                Aarakocra: While you guys do that I’m going to go check out the bandits last known location

The Aarakocra flies across the open cave discovering the bandit ran further into the cave to alert their boss who is now looking right at the monk who is in stabbing range

                DM: The bandit chief is going to attack you with his flurry of blows attack *rolls* two hits and a miss you take 15 damage

                Aarakocra: Welp I’m dead

                Me(ooc): Okay I want to move past the orc into cover and then cast thaumaturgy on my voice to try and intimidate the bandits, but as I pass the orc I want to hand him piece of gold and tell him to get out of here and get a drink.

                DM: Okay, what do you want to say?

                Me:  I say “This is the royal guard, put your weapons down, your hands up, and come out slowly and we won’t execute you on site

                DM: Alright now roll an intimidation check

                *Rolls a nat20*

                DM: D…Did you just roll a nat20…

                Me (Not knowing what a nat20 is): Is that bad?

                DM: *Getting a little annoyed* A nat20 is a guaranteed success, all the bandits put their weapons down and put their hands behind their heads

                Me(ooc): Did I just ruin the encounter?

                DM: THE CHIEF HAD 64 HP, HE WAS SUPPOSED TO TEACH YOU ABOUT PARTY MEMBER DEATHS

Fic: Happy Birthday, Naruto

Word Count: Ion’t know | Genre: Real ass shit | Relationship: M/M | Warning: Unsafe for the eyes of those sensitive to real ass shit

A/N: A gift for Naruto, the birthday boy. SNS. 

— 

Overhead, fluttering under the bright rays of a radiant sun, a carrier pigeon delivered a scroll.

‘Hinata baked a birthday cake for me, but I just wanna get my 10 inch candle deep up in your cakes and fill you with my custard cannon baby. Use Water Release: Fleet no Jutsu before I arrive so I can eat a lil dessert with my present too. 😩💦💦💦👅🍅’

Sasuke rolled his eyes, scoffing at the lowly vulgarity. It wouldn’t be long before Naruto descended on him now. Subtlety didn’t exist in his dictionary.

A rendezvous in the Hokage’s mansion; that plan Naruto concocted when he swept Sasuke off his feet, ignorant of any passive protest, would end in his well-deserved favor. The fourteen missed calls from Hinata, the read receipt attached to the text prying into his whereabouts (Read: 3 hours ago), and the unsigned marriage annulment documents crumpled within Sasuke’s pocket fazed not a nerve-ending in his body. Naruto left all those obstructions to the birds as he hastily stabbed at the touchscreen of his phone, ‘I’m at Sasuke house playing the game like fr my dick gone get skid marks the way you riding it so hard 💀💀💀😂🔥🔥😂🔍🔍🔥😤😴,’ in an evasive maneuver that freed him from the all-too-tight chains of banal concepts such as personal responsibility.

Inhaling that fresh air of freedom, Naruto’s atoms dispersed in a vibrant beacon of light before flashing back together at his destination with his lover in his arms. Agreeable, subdued to no one’s path but one where they could be together, just like Naruto, and the Uchiha’s wife, expected him to be. In Naruto’s case, it was more akin to a demand than a expectation. A demand not expressed with teary eyes, passive threats one was too weak to act upon, and appeals to a romance one felt entitled to, but expressed with the promise of being saved by the threat of fists. The specter of breaking the other’s bones to drag him back home to complete his triad of emotional receptacles: the village, his aspiring monarchy, and a certain Uchiha’s acknowledgement. With a smile on his face and only the purest intentions lacing his heartstrings, Naruto refused to tolerate anything less from his most prized bond.

It elated Naruto to know Sasuke made not just the right choice, but the only choice.

Encased beneath a hurricane crashing in the violent waves of passion, Naruto found solace in nothing short of devouring the decadence of the Uchiha’s body like the sweetest confection. Eliciting sounds from Sasuke that not even his wife was privy to, committing the rich palate of his flesh to his tongue’s memory, and claiming every corner and curve his hands traversed as rightfully his own.

Said hand, an eager one, slid beneath the now disheveled hem of Sasuke’s shirt to trace the attractive grooves that shaped his lower abdomen and advertised a sharp pathway toward what begged for Naruto’s attention.

“M'gonna get in them guts and bust down your walls like the Kyuubi at the Konoha gates,” was the rasp that accompanied Naruto’s hand tugging down those pants, slipping his palm inside Sasuke’s underwear without shame, to reveal…

A glock.

The heater, the burner, he was strapped with that draco.

Naruto froze.

“Happy Birthday, Naruto.”

Sasuke Uchiha, his lover, pistol whipped him in the heat of passion.

“The only walls you’re busting down are the ones to my reparations fund. You don’t want this work.”

Naruto, for once in all of his days…

Couldn’t believe it.

“Wh-”

“You beat me down, begged me to return to this putrid country, and fraternize with the very elders who subjugated my family and ripped them away from me. The vermin who caused my defection in the first place drink tea with you, unsweetened at that. This ‘peace’ you professed to me was nothing but a farce to lure me here, and I won’t hesitate to bust a cap in your dome, your scalp, your cranium.”

Naruto’s eyes widened. Shock washed over his features like a tidal wave.

“B-B-But ya gotta understand the Leaf’s mistakes were-”

“Genocide and tyranny are not mistakes, braindead idiot,” he presses the barrel to Naruto’s forehead.

“Can we talk about this?”

“No. Deliver my reparations in monthly direct deposits or I will never let you snort lines of coke off my ass again.”

Now it was Naruto’s turn to fall silent. He never imagined Sasuke…didn’t need his saving.

“I’m sick of being the neighborhood’s emotional vessel, doling out validation by the demands of my so-called friends. Your parasitic acknowledgement, Sakura’s narcissistic love, Kakashi’s bruised sense of being a failed sensei who, in a brazen show of hypocrisy, disregarded my rightful goal when I was vulnerable and trusted him.”

“Wait-”

“Shut up, usuratonkachi. It would behoove you to know: your dick game’s wack and your stroke is trash.”

Sasuke may or may not have been lying, but today is the day he rescinds that oh so coveted acknowledgement at all costs. Despite that, the color sapped from Naruto’s face at the blow to his strengths. There was no way his dick game was wack…

“You’re going to catch this bullet precisely where you catch my nut every night. In the eye.”

He cocks, the glock, the burner, the draco…

Naruto pauses, takes Sasuke by the wrist, gently.

“Wells Fargo or Bank of Konoha?”

“Neither. I’m with a credit union in the Sound Village. Write the reparations check for it there or I’ll make you spew the flames of Amaterasu straight from your asshole.”

Sasuke didn’t bother with his blabbering, his excuses. He had to pay the elders a visit now. Turning on his heel, he breezes past Naruto and begins to take his grand exit from the country yet again.

“Then…if you planned to leave me. Who were you getting thick for all this time?”

A low chuckle leaves Sasuke and he flashes his smirk over his shoulder.

“The Revolution.”

~ FIN

I took notes.

Who killed Markiplier notes Chapter One

You arrived at 6:45.

You have not met Colonel before the party so he introduces himself

You are a district attorney

Damien trusts you and knows you well. Yet you haven’t seen one another in a while, indicated by his “well catch up”.

Drinking likely started around 7 in the evening.

The Colonel had a loaded gun in the house.

Tylers cotton gloves leave no fingerprints on the glass

You are very good at poker

You went into the kitchen

Colonel’s hand held The Ace of clubs, The Ace of Hearts, the 3 of hearts, the 3 of diamonds, and the 10 of spades. All the cards shown were colored in black

Colonel had the detective in a choke hold.

Colonel threw a flask at Tyler.

Colonel then was shown loading a very familiar gun.

You got uppercutted by the detective, then checked up on Damien.

Mark did not take the red robe off.

At least You went to bed around 1:30.

The alarm was already set to wake you at 8:30

Tyler was waiting for you when you woke.

Seltzer with cocaine for hangover remedy

Damien was up before you as well.

“Aah, there’s our little monster. You really knocked them dead last night, I haven’t seen you go wild like that since our days in university. Good to let the beast out every once and awhile, ey old friend. Then again, i’m not exactly sure what we’re supposed to be celebrating here, i mean it’s good to have the gang back together, but out of the blue like this seems…” Damien seems unsettled.

He still has work to do, in the manor.

As soon as you enter what may be a parlor, Marks body falls from the ceiling. Nearly crushing you.

The detective arrives after the fall, Then tyler, then the chef. Damien is not there.

Damien shows much later, after the body’s been found and covered.

The lighting picks up, starting at the fall of mark’s body.

There was no blood on mark’s body, at least that we could see.

Tyler thinks they should call the authorities, the detectives thinks otherwise.

Damien leaves to speak with the colonel, who was also not in the room when the body was found.

The detective was left alone with the body. Stating that mark was killed around 1:30am

You overhear the argument between Colonel and Damien.

“Don’t give me that horse shit! I know you hated him, but goddammit he reached out to you-” “Oh what do you want from me?!” “I want you to care!” “Just because i’m not weeping like a child does not mean that i don’t care.” “I can’t believe you…You come find me when you pull your head out of your ass.” Damien storms off, sounding hurt and near tears. He spoke harshly to you before storming out.

The colonel mistakes you for Damien, then greets you warmly then disregards the detective.

The colonel then bad mouths Mark, who did not drink the entire night. Colonel on the other hand was shown with a loaded gun and drinking from a flask.

We already know the colonel hates Mark.

He states that Mark left during the poker game, because he can’t hold his booze. Yet we never saw him drink.

He claims that mark died after falling down the stairs.

It appears that tyler may have been waiting for you outside the in home cinema.

He leads you to the wine cellar.

There are 14 wine bottles on the middle two shelves of the second rack. On the first rack there lies a flask.

There is a broken wine bottle on the floor, tyler is panicking while cleaning it up.

You leave him to that, you walk up to the kitchen and find the chef working on chopping up some food.

The chef speaks in harsh tones and words but they sound as if they are not directed at you.

He introduces you to his ‘little buddy’ Aka the viewing point for a set of security cameras.


@markired @alcordraws @turquoisemagpie

@lum1natrix @kenmarlenn

Let me rant about jungkook for 3 seconds. first of ALL. HOW DARE HE WHISTLE LIKE THAT. WHY WAS HIS JAW LOOKING SEXIER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ?! WHO IN THE WORLD ALLOWED HIM TO HAVE THAT DREAMY YET SENSUAL LOOK ON HIS FACE WHILE WHISTLING LIKE THAT ? BRO, EVERY TIME YOU WHISTLE , WE ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE JUST LIKE A BOMB DOES (get it ? Because ‘make it whistle like a missile bomb’ ) SECOND OF ALL, WHO THE HELL ALLOWED YOU TO BE SMOOTH LIKE THAT. I DO NOT APPROVE. I BLINKED FOR THREE SECONDS AND THIS IS HOW YOU DO ME ??!! I NEVER ASKED TO BE MURDERED, I ONLY WANTED TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE AND HAVE A BIAS WHO CAN CHILL. OH YEAH , I FORGOT .THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS HAVING A BIAS WHO CAN CHILL TF OUT IN THIS BAND. MY HEART HURTS AND YOU’RE TOO AESTHETICALLY PLEASING FOR THIS PLANET. GO AWAY. I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH TO KICK YOUR ASS, SO GO BACK TO DRINKING MILK AND HUGGING YOUR PILLOWS. MY HEART HURTS PPL. PLS TELL ME I’M NOT ALONE IN THIS 😭😭

Why Do You Build Me Up?

Summary: Tom has, unknowingly, been stringing Y/N along. Making her feel like there could be a chance between them.

AN: this is based on build me up buttercup by the foundations i suggest listening to this song because the plot of this fic is based on this song and also because it’s amazing

Tom Holland x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“You’re here? As in you’re home?”

“I am. Just for a couple of weeks before I’m off to shoot another movie.” Tom’s smooth voice rang in my ear.

“Oh, um, wow. That’s great! I-I’ve missed you.” Tom and I have been close friends for years. I can’t deny that, in those years, I started to develop feelings for him. He and I would flirt sometimes but nothing ever really came from it. No matter how much I wished there would.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” I blushed. “How about this? I’ll come over tonight. Just you, me and a movie. Sounds good?”

“That sounds amazing.” I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling so widely.

“Great. I’ll be over at 10.”

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Babysitting drunk BTS

You were both out with the guys to celebrate a win. They’re all drinking but you so you can watch your boyfriend afterward.


Seokjin:

Jin is the needy/touchy drunk he couldn’t keep his hands off you.

“Y/N~” He whines, you walk in with cracker and water for him.

“Jinnie~” You whine back, you set the stuff down. Jin wraps his arms around you, pulling you down into his lap, holding you into a tight bear hug.

“Don’t ever leave me, Y/N.” He hummed kissing your forehead.


Yoongi:

Yoongi is the drunk person who just doesn’t want his clothes to stay on, along with yours.

You sit him on the couch, then go into the kitchen to get him water. When you walk back in, Yoongi’s clothing was all the floor as he sat on the couch in boxers.

“How’d you do that so quickly?” You ask sitting next to him, he just smirk, and secretly unclasps your bra. “Yoongi!” You shout.

“Join me,” he smirks going in for a kiss.


Hoseok:

Hobi is the quiet drunk, he just doesn’t wanna say anything.

You sit next to him and hold his hand.

“Are you okay baby?” You ask, he just stares into space. “Do you need anything?” Still no answer, instead he just cuddles up to you, falling asleep.


Namjoon:

Namjoon is the drunk who denies being drunk.

“Baby I’m fine,” He slurs, Namjoon then falls onto the floor hugging your legs. “I love you so much,” He kisses your legs, stroking it. You couldn’t help but laugh.


Jimin:

Jimin is the emotional drunk happy one minute, sobbing the next.

You let him alone in the bedroom while you changed into something comfortable. When you walked back into the room, he was crying.

“What’s the matter?” You ask going to his side.

“Thought you broke up with me!” He cries into your shoulder, you rub his back.

“I wouldn’t do tha-“ He then stops and looks you in the eye.

“What the hell! Why are you wearing my shirt!” He shouts, confused you look at him. “Take it off!” As you go to take it off, he pulls you in placing kisses all over your face. “I love you so much!” You could tell it’s gonna be a long night.


Taehyung:

Taehyung is the horny drunk he just wants to fuck you.

He lays on the bed, as you undress him since he refused to change himself. He then pulls you up by your jaw, smashing his lips into yours.

“I want you right now baby,” He growled on your lips. You can taste the alcohol on his lips.

“Not right now Tae,” You tell him, he pouts, bucking his hips into you, so you can feel what his problem is, which makes you whine into another kiss. “Okay, maybe one round.”


Jungkook:

Jungkook is the drunk that can’t hold it down, it wasn’t his first time drinking, but it was the first time he’s had a lot of alcohol.

You two were laying in bed, when he suddenly shot up and ran to the bathroom. You can hear his groans as you walk towards the bathroom. You sit beside him rubbing his back, covering your nose with your shirt to block the smell.

“It’ll all be over tomorrow Kookie,” You say, he lays down in your lap as you rub his chest, and wipe a tear away from his cheek. “It’s gonna be okay.”

The signs when the holidays begin
  • Aries: FINALLY! If anybody thinks I'm going to do any work over these holidays they are thoroughly mistaken.
  • Taurus: Time to finish that series that I never finished!
  • Gemini: *Catches up with new and old friends*
  • Cancer: I got this new romance book and I'll Skype you sometime over the break when it get's to the kinky parts ;)
  • Leo: You may or may not hear from me these holidays.
  • Virgo: *Begins hibernation*
  • Libra: *Continues to fish for partners*
  • Scorpio: Gotta use this time wisely to gain more tolerance for society.
  • Sagittarius: If I had the money I would definitely be travelling... but I don't... So I'm just gonna hike.
  • Capricorn: Now I actually have the choice of socialising with others or not and not feel guilty about it!
  • Aquarius: Who wants to come over to mine to have a few drinks?
  • Pisces: I might start a new diet routine!
How BTS Would React to Their S/O Flirting with Another Member

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Request: Hi Raea~ Could you please do the boy’s reactions to their s/o flirting with another member and the punishment that would (or wouldn’t) follow :)

Jungkook

You two were at the album release party, and Jungkook had gone off to grab you drinks. When he came back, he noticed that Jimin had sat down beside you and was laughing with an arm on the sofa behind you. He took a seat on one of the bar stools a ways away from you and took in the scene, sipping his drink.  

Everything was bothering him, the way you had your legs crossed, the skirt riding up on your thigh, the way you twirled your hair, even the dress you chose that showed off your cleavage. When he saw you playfully put a hand on Jimin’s thigh, he downed your drink too and walked toward you, feeling himself heat up with anger.

Completely ignoring Jimin, he glared at you and said “Party’s over Y/N, we’re going home.” You got up and started walking toward the exit, Jungkook following close behind. As soon as you entered the corridor, you heard the door slam behind you, the sound echoing through the empty hall. Suddenly you were pinned against the wall, wrists above you with your furious boyfriend dangerously close to your face. “You’re such a fucking tease Y/N,” he muttered, cocking his head to the side with a smirk. “I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

Taehyung

You two had gotten into a fight the night before and when Taehyung woke up he found that the bed was empty. Feeling worried, he looked around drowsily, putting on his hoodie and getting up to go look for you. When he walked upto the kitchen he found you, still in your little PJ shorts, standing on a little ladder and searching for something on top of the cupboard. He was startled to find that you weren’t alone. Jin was standing beside you, talking about some new recipe he had found. He was trying, and failing, to avoid looking at your exposed tummy as you reached for the corn starch. “Can you help me get down Jin?,” you asked shyly, arms full of baking supplies. You held onto his shoulder with one hand while coming down and when the ladder wobbled, Jin grabbed you by the waist to stop you from falling. “Thanks,” you said, smiling slyly. 

“Aish, this little shit,” muttered Taeyhung, smirking. 

You suddenly noticed he was there and put down the supplies on the counter. 

“Oh. Good morning.” you said, a bit coldly. “Jin was just helping me set up for the charity bake sale tomorrow.”

“Sure he was,” he said, cocking his head to the side. You didn’t understand why he was smiling, you had assumed he’d be atleast  a little annoyed, but instead he looked cockier than ever. “Well, I’m going back to bed.” he said, taking one last look at you and grinning before turning to go to your room. 

A few hours later, you ventured into the room, covered in flour and tired after a long day of cooking. Taehyung put down his phone and propped himself up by his elbow. “You did all that to tease me, didn’t you Y/N?” He chuckled and motioned for you to come to him. Sighing and thinking about how much you need a shower, you picked up the small towel on the chair and went and sat on his lap, wiping the flour marks off of your face. He took the towel out of your hand and did it for you, lightly running it over your features.  He looked so focused that you weren’t really listening to what he said. “Hm?” you asked drowsily, still following his eyes as they travelled across your face. Suddenly he flipped you over, hands pinned to the bed on either side of your head. “I asked you, did you really think you could get away with that stunt you pulled today?” 

“What are you talki-” you started to mumble, but seeing the way his expression had suddenly changed, you whispered a quiet “No.” 

“Good.” he growled, letting go of your wrists.  “I want to see you, on your knees in the shower, when I get in. Bad behaviour needs punishment.”

Jin

He thought having dinner with the boys would be a nice way to introduce you to them, but watching you flirt with Yoongi was not so nice.  He spent the whole night looking over at you two and wishing you’d talk to him instead. As soon as the boys left, he felt relieved, sitting silently on the couch and watching TV. Seeing you walking toward him, he got up to go to your room, not wanting to talk to you for a bit.

“What’s wrong Jin? You were so quiet tonight,” you said with concern, reaching up to loosen his shirt. He took your hand away and avoided looking at your face.

This was different of him since if something was bothering him he always made a big deal about it, yelling playfully, being the meme that he was. You knew you had hurt him tonight. “Jin, I just wanted to get to know your friends, that’s all,” you said. Looking down at you, his eyes darkened, and he started to walk toward you. His eyes, his height and his broad shoulders were suddenly intimidating to you, and you started to retreat until your back hit the wall. “I don’t care what you were doing, tonight, the only thing I want to hear is the sound of my name from your lips.”

Yoongi

Jungkook was the one who came on to you first, putting his arm behind you, and giving you looks that weren’t very innocent. It was incredibly annoying but Yoongi kept his mouth shut and just observed. What annoyed him even more was that you were responding to it, giggling and tucking your hair behind your ear while looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes. He sat beside you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and turned your face to look at him. “I think you and I both know what you’re doing right now and,” slightly tightening his grip on your chin, he leaned in and whispered “you better watch yourself Y/N or you’re gonna be fucked all night long when we get home.”  

Jimin

He and you danced together a lot at home, and depending on the mood, it usually turned into something else. So, naturally Jimin loved watching you dance, but not tonight, because you weren’t dancing with him. He watched you move against Taehyung’s body, and seeing the way he was looking at you was making Jimin want to strangle him. He loved you both, Taehyung as his brother who he’d spent over the last 5 years of his life with and you, the love of his life, but what he didn’t want to see was you two together like this. He didn’t say anything right then, he just got himself a drink and sighed.

Back at home, you could tell that something was off so you questioned him while you were taking off your dress to change into your PJs. He came up behind you and pulled down the zipper slowly. “You can only dance like that with me Y/N.” he said, nuzzling his face in the back of your neck. You turned to face him and he walked backwards, his head cocked to the side, never breaking eye contact with you, and sat back on the bed. He played a Weeknd song from his phone and tossed it aside. 

“Dance for me Y/N,” he said in a low voice.

“What, Jimin I don’t know how t-”

“You could do it with him but not with me? he asked, his eyes flashing. You understood how he felt, so you got up and walked up to him slowly. He pulled you onto his lap. “This is going to be a long night babygirl.”

Namjoon

He came back from the bathroom to see you laughing with your head back, hand on Hoseok’s knee. You were leaning in to whisper something in his ear and Hoseok was grinning sheepishly, and suddenly Namjoon  felt a pang of jealousy in his chest.

When the two of you got home, he closed the door behind you quietly and said in a low voice, “Did you have fun tonight Y/N?” 

“Yes i think so,” you whispered back, looking away, knowing that he had seen. He lifted up your chin sharply.

“Oh, it looked like you were having much more fun than that, babygirl.” He smirked when you bit your lip, looking needy. 

“You’re not getting that satisfaction tonight Y/N. Bring me the paddle from our room.” he ordered.

“A paddle? Wha- Oh my god when did you buy a paddle what the hell-” He cut off your words by pushing you against the wall. 

“Do you want a different punishment then? I can think of alot of other things we could be doing.” 

“No, i-I’ll bring it,” you mumbled, finding his heavy gaze arousing. 

“Go. I want you across my lap in five minutes.”

When you started to leave, he grabbed you by the waist, and whispered into the nape of your neck. “You’re getting a spanking for every time his name left your mouth, I hope you’re ready Y/N.” He let go and you stood there thinking about how much you liked it when he got like this.

Hoseok

“Why won’t you talk to me Hobi?” you asked running up to him as he walked faster to move in front of you. To be honest you kinda knew why. Namjoon had been with you all evening, and you had let him, slightly ignoring Hoseok. You two were walking to your car, having left the party early per his request. Wanting to break the silence, you said playfully, “Wow why did we park so far away from the others, there’s literally no one here, it’s like an abandoned lot or something, God we’ve been walking for more than half an hour I-” You stopped rambling, when you heard him pull in a sharp breath. “Y/N I know you feel guilty and that’s why you’re mumbling so much, but I swear to god if you don’t stop trying to console me I’m going to bend you over this car and fuck you right here.” You stared at him and rubbed the back of your neck, trying to understand what he was thinking as he scanned you with his eyes. “Oh fuck this,” he growled, hitching up your skirt as he pulled you closer to him. “I don’t think your punishment can wait.”

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(A broken coffee machine is sitting on top Mr. Lancer’s desk)

Mr. Lancer: So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.

Jazz: I did. I broke i–

Mr. Lancer: No, no you didn’t. Baxter?

Dash: Don’t look at me! Look at Fenton.

Danny: What? I didn’t break it. 

Dash: Huh, that’s weird, how’d you even know it was broken?

Danny: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.

Dash: Suspicious.

Danny: No, it’s not!

Sam: I-if it matters, probably not, but, Paulina was the last one to use it.

Paulina: Liar, I don’t even drink that crap!

Sam: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Paulina: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, Sam!

Jazz: Ok, let’s not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it, Mr. Lancer.

Mr. Lancer: No! Who broke it?

(Pause)

Danny: Mr. Lancer, Tucker’s been awfully quiet.

Tucker: REALLY?!

(Everyone starts arguing, cut to Mr. Lancer standing outside as Mikey records)

Mr. Lancer: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. *looks back into the room, everyone is still arguing* Good, it was getting a little chummy around here. 

Lay All Your Love on Me - Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky ‘s writing challenge! I decided to use the song to inspire me and this is what came of it! I hope you like it!

Prompt: Lay all Your Love on Me by ABBA

Word Count: 1.1K

Notes/Warnings: Drinking, jealousy, self doubt, embarrassment, kissing.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun


“Promise?” You tugged on the collar of Bucky’s shirt. You were leaning against him, trapping him between you and the front door.

“Baby, I promise. It’s just a guys night. No dames, I swear.” He chuckled at your pouty jealousy. He rubbed his thumb on your cheek and leaned down to kiss your nose.

“None that you’re bringing. That doesn’t mean they won’t be there. It is a bar, Buck.” You chewed on the inside of your lip. You knew how ridiculous you sounded but you couldn’t help it. Bucky always had women looking at him. Not that you didn’t understand why; he’s gorgeous.

“(Y/N),” Bucky held your face in his hands and smiled at you. “I promise, no girls. You trust me, right?”

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@notquitecontrolledchaos

As soon as Arthur stepped into his chambers after his training, he said, “You’re dismissed Merlin, you can have the night off.”

“Seriously?” Merlin didn’t sound at all convinced.

“Yes. You may go.”

“You sure? Because you’ve been in a bad mood all day and I feel like you’re joking.”

“Yes, go spend time with Guinevere or something.” Arthur said between gritted teeth.

He was trying to be nice. Apparently it hadn’t been working because Merlin was right, he had been in a foul mood all day. He had heard Guinevere whispering to Morgana about Merlin, and something about a kiss, and for some reason it left Arthur discontent. Maybe a bit more than discontent. After all, Arthur had risked life and limb for a stupid flower, been thrown in the dungeon, and practically disinherited all to save Merlin’s life. All he had gotten was a ‘thank you’ from a blanket-wrapped-Merlin who looked like a drowned kitten, and apparently Merlin had kissed Guinevere for some reason. Not that Guinevere wasn’t adorable and deserved affection, but he had hoped Merlin’s personal affection would go to him instead.

“You are serious.” Merlin smiled, looking far too delighted about having a night away from Arthur.

“Yes, go before I change my mind.”

Merlin perked up. Grinning like an idiot, he dashed out of the room like it was on fire.

Arthur sighed. He wished that Merlin would think of spending time with him, without thinking about work. But he knew that he couldn’t become friends with his servants. After all, it was the lesson his father had tried to give him only the week before. Perhaps he should have listened.

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Haikyū Characters as things my friends have caught me saying.

Daichi: Fuck me in the motherfucking ass satan’s limp dick
Sugawara: If you don’t shut the fuck up I will actually mutilate your balls
Asahi: I’m gonna fuck up this presentation
Nishinoya: AYYYYYYYYYYY
Tanaka: TURN DOWN FOR WHAT
Ennoshita: IF YOU SAY KETCHUP IS A SMOOTHIE ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME
Hinata: I will grow taller than you, just you wait
Kageyama: I get high if I drink too much milk
Tsukishima: Sorry, didn’t quite understand what you were saying considering everything you said is bullshit.
Yamaguchi: Are you 100% sure you’re okay?
Oikawa: WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO BE A CYNICAL ASSHOLE
Iwaizumi: There are some people who don’t even have to talk for me to want to rip out their throat and hang them with it.
Matsukawa: Oh shit, time to release the gay
Hanamaki: I’M GAY, SUCK MY ASS BITCH
Kindaichi: fuck I’m gay, extremely gay
Kunimi: she sprays something called the sweet essence of filth, otherwise known as cunt spray
Yahaba: If death tried to seduce me with a slice of pizza I would gladly take it without thinking twice
Kyoutani: I love my dog and I would die for her so don’t you even try
Kuroo: The tale of a lonely bisexual who spends their time writing fanfiction and crying over nonfictional characters 24/7
Kenma: what a good day to get hit by a car if it weren’t for the fact I might not die and end up missing school instead
Yaku: I fucking hate kids, get those money-sucking ghouls away from me
Lev: I’M TOL
Bokuto: I like owls, they’re good birds that’ll fite you
Akaashi: Once I’m 18 I’d be drinking so much alcohol I’ll forget about the shit I’ve got to take on a daily basis
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Ushijima: watering your plants with milk is how you ensure a bountiful harvest of greenbeans
Tendou: N A RU TOOOOOO
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