why does he look so good today

anonymous asked:

If you could deage the body of either Rhett or Link by 20 years, but they'd get to keep their current styling (as much as they could) and all their memories and stuff, who would you choose and why?

Well first of i wanna say that they still look amazing today and I don’t think either of them need to be 20 years younger. But if i had to choose, Link. Because I think Rhett gets better looking as he ages. Link does too, but he was a pretty good looking 20 year old so… thanks for the question!

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four -  Part Five - Part Six    

Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.


           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

Coffee Confessions - Chris Evans Imagine

This is the cheesiest title but whatever XD 

Summary: An ideal fourth date in February? Simple. A cup of coffee and maybe a confession or two that Chris has been keeping from you for long enough. He couldn’t wait another moment to tell you that he saw as the stars aligning for him; the moment he met you. 

Requests? Open - (ask here!)

Here are my two prompt lists if you want to request one from there: Prompt One / Prompt Two  - My Masterlist -  Chris Evans / Steve Rogers Masterlist

Warnings? Fluffy!AF  / CutiePieChris / 

People: Chris / You

“Now, remind me again why we are doing this?”

“Because! Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I give you something that you’re allergic to and you die on my account and your fans stampede to my house and then they kill me too.”

“You’re quite creative…”

You shrugged and looked down at your dirty boots, “Some would call me cynical.” Chris smiled and just shook his head laughing quietly to himself. “Well, cynically creative it is then.” 

A small smile on your face. He just grins down at you then looks up at the menu.“Okay, well I’m only allergic to two things; Shrimp, and Cats. So if you find a shrimp cocktail on the Starbucks menu, I suggest you divert to another food.”  A giggle flew out of your mouth, making the two dimples on the apples of your cheeks strike Chris’s eye. He looked in your direction as you stared up at the menu above the Barista when he saw the beauty next to him chuckling at his allergies. Chris looked at you, with a spark in his eyes, “What!”

“Shrimp? Really? Interesting…”

“Oh, well Ms. Perfect, what allergies do you have?”

“I’m allergic to men who wear t0o much Axe body spray.” Chris bellowed out a laugh and didn’t receive a wink of attention from anyone inside the cramped Starbucks.

It was a busy Monday morning in Manhattan, people didn’t have time to glare at the happy couple on a weird ‘eight in the morning on Monday’ date.

Slinging his arm over your shoulder, Chris brought you closer as soon as you two finally reached the register. Suddenly it felt a hundred degrees hotter in here than it did a second ago.

When you ordered for Chris you decided to get him an Americano iced, with milk and one sugar. Adding a cake pop to your order, much to Chris’s amusement. He knew that you’d steal it from him later.

“I’ll have a Venti, Iced Caramel Macchiato with skim milk, and one slice of lemon bread to go, please.”

Your mouth must’ve hit the dirty Starbuck’s floor once he finished his order. You looked at Chris and saw he was amused by your expression when he glanced down at you, out of the corner of his eye.

“How the hell did you know that was what I liked?”

“Babe, we’ve gone on three dates and I’ve known you for what, a year now? If it’s mid-spring, and you aren’t wearing a jacket it’s an Iced Caramel Macchiato with skim milk, but you hate the thickness of regular milk, and lemon bread because it’s fucking awesome. No matter how much hate lemon bread gets, you’d defend it to your last dying breath.”

“I just don’t understand why this generation has no respect for lemon bread. It’s disgraceful!” Smiling down at you, he rests his head on top of yours as you two wait for your orders to be filled in the sea of busy Bostonian’s.

“So, what does your daily horoscope say today…” He peaked over and smiled, leaning back so people couldn’t get a good look at his face. He didn’t want to be recognized on your date, he wanted it to be just you two.

“What does it say?”

“Well, Miss. Aquarius, you are having a five-star day- and hey! So am I, the Gentle and Genuinely Handsome Gemini, if I may add.” Rolling your eyes, you put your hand on your hip, rolling your hand forward for him to continue. “It says; Wait for opportunities to come your way. You are waiting for a sign but you will not receive one unless you shoot for your goals. You are going to cross paths with…” He pauses for a second and smiles, leaning back as he looks at you. “What? I’m gonna cross paths with what?”

“The love of your life.” He says quietly.

You stopped for a second, and don’t even care when your name is rung out, “Order for Steve and order for James.”

Your eyes are wide, even while Chris moves to grab both your orders, “It says that?” Chris nodded, bringing you the lemon bread and iced drink.


“Well, what does your’s say?”

Chris sighed in content, pulling the door to the streets of Pant Suits and Cabbie’s yelling at one another. As the harsh winter air hit your faces, the breeze takes your hair back. Brushing the curly strands off of your shoulders that we’re covered in a simple black peacoat. “It said, ‘Gemini, you have already met your one and only. Don’t let them walk away without telling them how you feel or it will haunt you. You’ll regret it the moment they turn away into another lover’s arms.’”

Smiling down at you while you two start the short walk back to his apartment, Chris couldn’t help but a breath escapes him at the side of your perfect, pinched pink cheeks and puckered lips from being chapped from the vicious blowing winds.   “Well do you think your horoscope is true?”

“Hell yeah…” Chris answered you coolly, although a wave of anxiety hit him when he paused for a second before shooting a glance at you and quietly repeating you back your question, “Do you?”

You don’t need to look up from your lemon bread to know he’s watching you, you could just feel the love of his eyes bearing deep into your heart, making it pump blood faster every time those blue eyes were looking in your direction. With a small sip of your drink to let the bread go down easily, you reply confidently to Chris, not even skipping a step. “Fuck yeah.”

Smiling at you no longer feels like enough for him, so letting all fucks fly into the wind, he stood in front of you and bent down to land an impassioned kiss on your stinging lips that now just felt numb. Numb with a bee’s sting of love.

Chris was kissing you at the traffic light, not bothering to worry whether the world was watching or not. When the walkers started across the street, your lips parted from each other and Chris guided you along, letting you lean on him as a bit of support. Still in shock of the electricity that now coursed through your veins bled straight into your heart. Your brain was a haze by the moment you two just shared with a thousand other people on the corner of Village Street.

Together, you walk silently now, no longer feeling the need to fill the silence. The sky was blue and the sun had risen high above you two. Feeling his hand reach yours, you hooked your fingers with his and felt them grasp stronger, intertwining his fingers with yours. Chris was clutching onto you as if he was gonna lose you in the bustling crowd. Suddenly it felt like your safety came before his own on the bustling streets.

After a while, when you finally reached his apartment, you two sat down and relax for a second with Dodger begging to play fetch with his favorite toy, a rubber turtle that didn’t bounce that bad but let Dodger get in a bit of a good exercise until you’d take him down to Berrington Park.

Chris suddenly gives you the look of the joker, with a wide grin that could almost appear as sinister.  He was too cute to be sinister, though.  You took a bite of the lemon bread that was barely left. You had one, maybe two bites before it’d be done. Scarfing it down in what you knew would be very unflattering paparazzi photos soon.

“You made those horoscopes up, didn’t you?” Smirking, Chris nods, taking an unauthorized sip of your macchiato. Not that you cared or anything.

“What did yours really say, Chris?”

“It said…I’d  fall in love with a lemon head.” Smacking him on the arm, you giggle before surprising him and bringing him forward with your hand on the back of his head.

“Your such a clown sometimes, Christopher.”

“Some call it more sarcastic or dry.”

A soft smile fell onto your lips as you press them barely to Chris’s. He felt like a feather now laid on his lips. Setting the two drinks on the coffee table, you just barely mumbled into his kiss as those large, beautiful, slightly chapped  lips brought you in, “The Sarcastically Dry Comedian it is then.”

Nct 127 + Hansol,Kun & Ten's reaction to seeing their s/o in a wedding dress

without Mark & Haechan

Request: Can you do a reaction when NCT 127 + Hansol , Ten and kun your boyfriends and saw you in your friend’s wedding dress ( i hope you understand me I can’t speak English well )

A/N: your english is perfectly fine !! this was fun to do , enjoy reading hehe ,, also i left the two younger members out of this because i felt like it’s still too young ?? haha i hope you don’t mind !!



He’d blush instantly , as he can’t help but to think of what you’d look like in the future when you’re wearing a wedding dress too , but with/for him .

Would also probably secretly snap a few photos of you in the wedding dress , and stares at it at least twice a day because it can instantly bring a smile to his face .

how cute honestly

Originally posted by taesyong


Would be stunned by your beauty at first , unable to say a single word as he stared at you with his mouth agape - he couldn’t believe that he was together with someone so beautiful , and the thought of seeing you in a wedding dress one day with him as your groom , made him feel blessed and happy .

He’d compliment you after he comes out of his trance , probably also smiling to himself as the image of you in the dress will be etched in his mind forever .

“ You look … wonderful ”

“ Aw really ? Thanks baby ”

“ You’re so beautiful i love you so much ”

Originally posted by neoculturedaily


Had mentally prepared himself the day before you told him that you had to accompany your friend to choose her wedding dress , as he knows that he’d be stunned and enchanted by your beauty too . But as soon as you stepped out of the fitting room , he couldn’t stop himself , as he clapped his hands unknowingly , his eyes glued to you .

Would smile as he observed you walk around in the dress , then giggling as he let his thoughts run wild - imagining you wearing the same dress on your wedding day , as the both of you gave each other a peck on the lips .

Originally posted by woojaeibsul


Would try to act all normal and ‘cool’ as he kept a straight face as you stepped out , but his smile and eyes showed otherwise , as he was lost in you and what you were wearing that made you even more beautiful . Can’t help but smile to himself , as he starts thinking about what they future may bring for the both of you , and importantly , how you’d look like on the wedding day .

Like Hansol , he’d compliment you too , and made sure you knew that you looked good .

“ This is prettiest scene i’ve ever seen in my entire life ”

“ Aw babe , why are you like this ”

“ It’s true though , you look so good .

Originally posted by taeyongd


Wouldn’t hesitate to show off his laughter/smiles and reaction as soon as he saw you , and would also shower you with compliments non stop , making you feel loved and blessed to have such a sweet boyfriend .

Would also lowkey hint to you about the future , as he can’t help but to think about it the more he stared at you in the wedding dress .

” Baby i’m sure you’ll look ever better than you are in ours next time “

” What ‘ours’ ? “

” Our wedding , of course “

Originally posted by chocosicheng


Like Yuta , he’d smile instantly and compliment you , and would probably also suggest taking a photo of you in it , so that he could set it as his lockscreen , staring at your beauty every day . Would also immediately hug you and have you in his arms , as he gives you a sweet smile , telling and giving you sweet words .

” You look extremely stunning in this dress wow “

” i love you “

” i love you even more “

Originally posted by pourup


Like Hansol, he’d be speechless and just stare at you in awe as you walked out of the fitting room , unable to take in the amount of beauty that was standing in front of him . But would smile to himself after , as he clapped his hands lightly and pat your head , complimenting you .

” you look great “

” as soon as you stepped out of the fitting room , my eyes never once left you , you’re too beautiful babe “

Originally posted by nakamotens


Smiles brightly to himself and has his phone camera prepared to snap and spam pictures . Acts like a fanboy and would start jumping in his seat , clapping his hands like a seal as he took in every detail of how beautiful you look .

Would probably also post the pictures up on social media after , captions like ,

” can’t wait for the day i see her in a wedding dress , on our wedding 💜 “

” isn’t she just gorgeous ? “

Originally posted by pourup


A mix of Yuta and Taeyong . He’d giggle and smile to himself as he watched you try on the different wedding dresses , but also tries to keep a straight face in front of you , not wanting you to find out that he was fanboying and squealing on the inside .

But would still compliment you and give you small peck on the forehead , making sure that you were loved .

” i’m in love with an angel “

” aw jaehyun “

” you look great “

Originally posted by why-jaehyun


He didn’t expect you to look so good in the wedding dress , which explained why he was in shocked too , his eyes not leaving your body once as his mouth was wide open - it was hard for him to believe that one day you were going to be wearing another one of these , as he’d watch you walk down the aisle .

Compliments you , but does it in a cute manner , as he makes sure that you know that he loves you .

” hehe my baobei looks good today “

” really ? “

” of course , my princess “

Originally posted by nct-trash

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Subaru's, Shu's, Yuma's, Laito's, Kou's, & Reiji's response to having a s/o who had a sort of inferiority complex and had a hard time taking the boys compliments for face value and compared themselves to other people a lot please?

I’m not good at compliments so bare with me nvn

Shu -

Loves to tease you
If showering you in compliments is what it takes then he will absolutely start smooth talking
Does not see why you compare yourself to others when you are his S/O
He should be the one you want to impress and you’ve already did that.
His compliments are very lewd so be prepared
”You’re always fishing for compliments aren’t you, those panties you’re wearing today look nice. Wonder how they’d look on the floor.”

Reiji -

His compliments are off handed so you will need to read between the lines
Once you do you’re a blushing mess and his smirk gets wider
Can definitely see why you compare yourself to others, it’s a good way to gauge yourself, but does not approve of how you pick yourself apart, that’s his job.
You are his S/O after all so obviously you are the epitome of beauty in his eyes.
So many off handed compliments.
”Relax, sweetie…you were perfectly adequate.“ ←- ripped that from urban dictionary

Laito -

Compliments are a must, can’t go a day without complimenting you
They can be perverted or innocent, whichever makes you blush more
Does not care that you compare yourself to others, may even do that for you
In the end they don’t matter because he’s loyal to only you right?
As far as you know yes~
”Well isn’t Little Bitch looking pretty today, dressing up all for me right?”

Subaru -

Not good at giving compliments and not very often
When he does though they are very sweet and heartfelt
Does the same thing himself and does not want you to do the same
Doesn’t want you doing it however but does not know how to go about explaining it
Likes to see you blush sometimes and it’s torture when he decides to tease you
”Ugh, hey you look nice to day… Those stockings really make your thighs pop, want me…” Stoves up last minute.

Kou -

Your blushing is so cute to him!
Compliments from him are straightforward and sweet but he demands compliments back
Understands where you are coming from but would rather do that for you since he is the only person you should worry about
Compliments you left and right to make sure you feel better, may be innocent may not be
Loves to tease you and will not let up
”Aww Masokitty’s wearing that new skirt I bought her today! It really makes your silky skin pop.”

Yuma -

Doesn’t give compliments at all really, not very good at giving them either
If he does give you a compliment it’s either during sexy time or just something simple
Doesn’t see why you would care about what others think about you, or why you keep comparing yourself to them
Him and the garden pretty much take up your life now so shouldn’t you be focusing on that?
More likely to grope you before even thinking of a compliment
”You look nice Sow, but those shoes won’t work in the garden… just go barefoot now come on!”

My Ear’s Candy. (Mingyu Smut)

This has been in our inbox for months now definitely and I’m so sorry I only ever got to finish it now, to the anon who requested it, I’m so fucking sorry it took so long. There are still like 18 more smuts I have to finish and I’ve been working on my writing, I’ll also be editing some posted works if I get the chance to. Also, I’m sorry it’s short, this is probably one of the shortest smuts I’ve written probably cause I don’t know how to write oral just yet, but I’ll be sure to improve it. Thank you so much for waiting, and again I’m sorry if this was boring and stuff shit, I’m sorry. Wegkhagfkjawfa

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Fake Chats #181
  • Jungkook: we should go see the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie.
  • Taehyung: we should. Jimin?
  • Jimin: I'm down. Should we invite the others?
  • Hoseok: sure, it looks awesome.
  • Namjoon: yeah, of course.
  • Seokjin: all going together? Great!
  • Yoongi: why do we need to see this movie?
  • Taehyung: how- how can you ask that?
  • Jimin: hyung, didn't you see the trailers?
  • Namjoon: it does look really good.
  • Hoseok: and since you kinda relate to Drax...
  • Seokjin: come on Yoongi, come with us.
  • Yoongi: why?
  • Jungkook: one very simple reason, really. Baby Groot.
  • Yoongi:
  • Jungkook: Baby Groot!
  • Yoongi: alright fine, he's adorable.
Don’t Wanna Fall In Love

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous. “Oh my god you have no idea how happy I am that requests are open! You’re like my favorite writer on here. Okay so could you do one with punk Gerard and like everyone hates him and so does Y/N but then one day they get paired to do a project for school and so they have to meet up at Gerard’s house and Y/N is not happy about it but then it turns out Gerard’s actually a total sweetheart and then lots of fluff thanks 😊”

Word Count: 1,814

Pairing: Gerard x Reader

A/N: omg you’re so sweet! <3

You know those kids at school that everyone hates, usually without reason? Everyone has always just hated them, well, Gerard Way is that kid. Of course he has friends, some idiot named Frank, but the majority of the school hates him and honestly you don’t know why. But you hate him too. You like to tell yourself that you hate him for good reason because you’re not the kind of person to go around hating people without thought as to why, so your mind supplies you with the little things he does that drive you nuts. Like how he always starts debates in class so the teacher will forget to assign homework, or how he never seems to change his clothes, or the way he looks better in makeup than you do. They’re stupid reasons to hate a person, especially when he’s never even spoken a word to you, but he’s Gerard Way and you’re supposed to hate him.  

“Is he assigning partners today?” Your best friend asks you as you file into your Spanish class. You have been talking about your midterm project for a few days but you can’t get started until partners are assigned and you’ve been hopeful every day all week.

“I hope so,” You reply, taking your seats beside one another.

The teacher is too tall for his pants, he always is, and his socks are scrunched down around his shoes. He looks like a dorky grandpa who dances to quiet music at the family party. His eyes are a faded out grey but when he starts talking and Spanish tongue fills the room he lights up and his eyes dance across the class like everything is filling with colour and life in front of his very eyes. It’s the main reason you like him so much, his passion for what he’s teaching.

“So let’s talk about your project,” He starts and a few kids groan. He starts pairing kids off and you get more and more worried the more names he says, losing friends left and right until finally he calls out your name and…Gerard fucking Way, of course.

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VIXX: dating N would include

▪ you being best friends before anything else

 ▪ before confessing your feelings to each other, you both promised to remain friends if you ever had to break up

 ▪ mostly bc you know he’s an important idol and his job is of top priority to him 

▪ at least for now

 ▪ the other guys basically loving you as if you were one of them 

 ▪ also they’re hella glad you came along, since most of Hakyeon’s affections are now directed towards you and not them 

 ▪ you and Hyuk goofing off and Hakyeon having to scold you both, sometimes forgetting you’re not a part of the group 

 ▪ will get butterflies in his stomach and have the most gleaming smile when you bring them food during practice 

 ▪ he’ll smack the boys and insist they thank you 100 times and tell you how amazing you are

 ▪ before pulling you in and giving you the sweetest kiss

 ▪ booty bumps

 ▪ him slapping your butt when walking by 

▪ you doing the same, except you’ll actually grab it until he starts squirming 

 ▪ you guys love each others butts ok 

 ▪ (I mean have you seen his omg) 

▪ never forgets to tell you how much he loves and appreciates you, will spoil you with affection and love 

 ▪ you being jealous of his flawless skin and asking him what his beauty and skin care routine is 

▪ I mean wtf does he do to keep it so smooth and nice and perfect 

 ▪ both of you having insecurities, but looking past them and loving each other more and more everyday until you forget about the flaws

 ▪ you taking his clothes sometimes, and him pretending to get mad but he loves it so much when you strut around the place in his shirt or sweater 

 ▪ esp I’m front of the others 

 ▪ “jagiaya, why do you look so good today? Oh duh, you’re wearing my clothes. Doesn’t she look good, guys?“ 

▪ encourages you to get your work done, and brings you snacks and promises you cuddles if you finish everything 

 ▪ sometimes letting him pick your outfits or clothes while shopping, and he’ll nod his head in appreciation bc dang he can’t believe you’re his 

▪ back rubs when you’re not feeling well

 ▪ also one to fret over you when you get sick, and you doing the same for him 

▪ bc he can’t afford to get sick and you being the best when it comes to reminding him to take his medicines and eat warm food 

▪ when he’s away, he’s always thinking of you and getting you stuff that reminds him of you 

▪ the guys loving and appreciating you so much bc you love their amazing leader, and push him to be the best that he can when it comes to the group 

 ▪ he is an absolute angel and I’d die for him tbh 💗

Originally posted by shit-vixx-say


Yoongi x Reader


Originally posted by armywithbangtan

You stood there at the MOMA, entranced by the artwork. Your polaroid camera in hand taking pictures of the piece in front of you. It had been a Christmas present from your best friend Kayla, you figured it was about time you used it. As a polaroid comes out you shake it and hold the end of it with your mouth and let it dry as you take another. The piece was a large statue of a white deer with wings and an arrow through it’s body. It looked like it was running, trying to fly, frozen in time. For some reason you were drawn to it, so absorbed in it you didn’t notice the man standing nearby that couldn’t keep his eye off you. Just as entranced with you as you were with the sculpture.

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So I haven’t been home the last two days, as I stayed in my boyfriend’s house, so every Wednesday, I feed my ball python, Nick Valentine. So I came home today, with the intentions of thawing out his food and feeding him, but when I looked in his tank I saw he took a giant poop in his water bowl 🙄 and he looks super proud of it 😂
Good Job Nick 😂💙

anonymous asked:


  • when I started shipping it if I did: lowkey started shipping it after rogue air came out, didn’t go full on in coldflash hell until family of rogues tho
  • my thoughts: catch me quoting leonard himself here, but barry sees the good in len, and len sees the bad in barry; they balance each other out! also, leonard would totally be dtf if barry ever asked, and he apparently always has to remain within like 2 feet of barry whenever theyre together?? why does he Stand So Close if not for Gay
  • What makes me happy about them: kinda answered this one in the previous question lmao, but i really like how determined barry is to show leonard that he’s a good person?? and he doesnt have to follow in his father’s footsteps, that gets me good dude
  • What makes me sad about them: they’re both so insecure and it makes me Emo
  • things done in fanfic that annoys me: “Hey, Scarlet, you’re looking pretty scarlet today, Scarlet.” did u know that leonard actually never called barry scarlet in canon. did u know. it’s like “it’s elementary my dear watson” was never in any of the original sherlock stories. i mean, i guess that isn’t very annoying, but it’s the first thing that comes to mind
  • things I look for in fanfic: i die every time i read a fic where leonard has to learn to stop being emotionally constipated, my soul physically ascends into the astral realm, also i like fics with a Lot of Sexual Tension
  • Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: leonard with ray or mick, barry with cisco or iris
  • My happily ever after for them: they form a sort of uneasy alliance with each other?? sometimes leonard drops by and helps with team flash business, and sometimes leonard just hangs out at the labs for  no reason other than to be An Asshole Cat 
    (cisco: for fucks sake snart don’t lean on my work table you’re messing up my papers
    leonard: fuck you *knocks a glass of water over*)
  • who is the big spoon/little spoon: barry is the big spoon again, surprise, but it’s mainly bc leonard doesn’t typically initiate contact first u know, but barry is a very affectionate dude
  • what is their favorite non-sexual activity: tbh? just bantering with each other. they love to try to one up each other, they’re very competitive and argumentative, it’s like a bonding exercise for them

Something occurred to me, why I wasn’t so invested in Turnabout Academy as I wanted to be - things were, in so many ways, too obvious.

But what would have happened if Professor Means hadn’t been the killer? What would it have been like if it was someone else - perhaps, someone who was one of his best students?

To me, Prof. Means was a very flat character. There was nothing really surprising about him aside from the fact that I hated his face. Part of that was the fact that he was clearly the villain from the moment we see him; his design is incredibly different from anyone else in the game whatsoever, and his catchphrase is ‘the ends justify the means’, which is clearly so anvillicious we need to call Thor to get his hammer back.

Add some dimension to that. Keep him believing in how the ‘ends justify the means’, but give him rules. ‘Do not do this’. ‘Do this, but only when this happens’. Make him the kind of person who would not kill, but only because he tells himself he isn’t that kind of person.

Remember that there’s a line the Doctor has in a certain DW episode - ‘Good men don’t have rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many.’ Prof. Means is not a good man, but he isn’t an evil one. 

So here we have someone who looks like he’s the obvious criminal, but something’s up. Who makes you think ‘well, maybe he could have broken one of his own rules…?’, but who’s basically the red herring.

Add in a new character, who loved Prof. Means’ lessons, and looks up to him, but who does not have his rules, or life experience. 

This character who Means is actually kind of fond of. Who is found out to have killed someone. 

Then we get a Means who is three-dimensional; who is sad for the fact that someone has committed the crime, who feels some grief over Prof. Courte’s death, maybe even who’s trying to protect his student. 

Which… would actually make it even more interesting from the point of view that both Phoenix Wright and Apollo Justice are involved in this investigation. Even on the sidelines. Because if you think about it, we now have two sets of ‘mentor and mentee’ in the legal world. Means and his student… and Phoenix and Apollo.

It would be a further catalyst to Phoenix’s character development, as well as Apollo’s. It’s food for thought - even if you have rules for yourself, you can’t let your bad ideas pass down to the people who are looking up to you. Prof. Means isn’t going to jail here, but he is under review; he’s essentially just as guilty as his student. Phoenix, looking at this man, wonders if his own mistakes while disbarred are going to cause issues for Apollo - not to mention Trucy, who was with him longer. But mainly Apollo, who looked up to him so much at one time.

Then, the case would be all about showing how although there are similarities between them, Phoenix isn’t someone who’ll believe in ‘the end justifies the means’ at the end of the day, that he’s someone who has a lot more kindness and compassion in him, is driven by a need for justice more than the need for a result - and Apollo is so much more competent and has more of an innate core of morality than even he gives himself justice for, given he’d still be reeling, like Klavier, from the revelations of just how bad Kristoph Gavin really was.

And Athena? There’d be a sense of how she’s new, but she’s also clean of all of the things that’ve been going on, both at Themis, and at the Wright Anything Agency. She’s a new start. She is, in a sense, almost an audience surrogate for anyone for whom DD is their first game, and this would be the perfect case to explain some of that backstory the others have, and, y’know, not alienate her from it.

anonymous asked:

More Smol Sole please? (Teenage Sole) Perhaps the companions getting overprotective of them?

((Here’s the original post, for those of you who haven’t already read it.))

Thirteen-year-old Sole has a habit of getting cocky. They’ve made it this far on their own. Clearly they are invincible! Young teenagers were bad enough Pre-War, but armed with a gun and a sense of immortality, this kiddo is a handful. In combat, or otherwise, Sole sometimes needs a little looking-after.

Cait: The Irish brawler isn’t in the habit of being protective. Sole can handle themselves, a fact they’ve proven time and time again. Though they can be an irritating turd at times. “Look, neither of us’re gonna get anywhere if you end up dead. And that’s too big for you.” Pursing her lips, Cait shoots the kid a scowl, smacking the over-sized shotgun from their grubby little hands and taking it for herself.

“Hey!” Sole bats at her grip, trying to tug the weapon back towards them.

“It’s bigger than you are, damn it,” Cait growls. “Look. You let me ‘ave this’un, and I’ll show you how to throw someone.”

Sole pauses, arches an eyebrow. “’Throw someone’?”

Cait grins. “Yeah. Y’hook ‘em up over your back, and slam ‘em right back down against the ground. Broken a few necks that way.”

Sole decides giving up the shotgun is worth the potential lesson.

Codsworth: “Oh, goodness, Sole, er, please-” The Mr. Handy sighs as Sole devours a plateful of meat and fruits. He’s managed to get them to eat off of plates, at least, but the silverware he’s so carefully laid out remains untouched.

Honestly. The baddies roaming the wasteland are one thing, but convincing a stubborn teenager to eat with a knife and fork? That’s the real battle of the ages. “Could you at least use a napkin, Mx. Sole?” 

Sole narrows their eyes, giving him a sour look, lips smeared with a mix of mutfruit juice and meat grease. “Why? I have a sleeve.” Licking their lips, they wipe their mouth off on a matted sleeve, prompting a helpless groan to rattle from the Mr. Handy’s voicebox.

“Mx. Sole, you’ll be the death of me. I appreciate that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, physically, but if you were ever to go out in anything resembling polite society-”

“Oh, not this again, Codsworth. For fuck’s sakes!”

Curie: She wipes a tissue over Sole’s dripping nose, making them flinch back and try and push her away. “Sole, my dear, you are not well! If you would let me-”

“Christ, Curie, it’s just a little snot. I won’t die.” Getting away from her insistent, motherly coos, Sole wipes off their face with the inside of their shirt, ignoring the stuffiness in their nose and their slight headache. Pssh. Like they’d get sick. What kind of loser gets a cold?

“But you may have a weakened immune system, or dulled senses! It is not good to go out when you are not yourself. It is dangerous!” Curie insists, pulling on their arm. “Let me give you a hot bath. A salt scrub may be just what you need!”

“A bath?” Sole recoils in horror. “No, no, Curie, don’t, you don’t need to- Someone help me!” They flail, shouting out into the crowded center of the marketplace. “This crazy lady is kidnapping me!”

Later, in the bathtub, Sole crossed their arms and glared at the wall as Curie washed them clean before swaddling them in a towel, placing them in bed and providing a warm bowl of soup.

Danse: Pinned down behind some meager cover, Danse stifled a growl as Sole refused to fall back. “I’ve got it,” they insisted, fumbling with their gun and hissing curses as a few precious bullets tumbled from their fingers and vanished into the grass. As Sole reached down to pick them up, a cry tore from their throat instead as Danse curled a hand into the back of their shirt and yanked them up off the ground. 

Wrapping his arms around them, Danse used his own power-armored body as protection, dwarfing their smaller body with his torso and running from their attackers, grunting as laser fire welted his back and make the metal hiss and bubble. Rounding a corner, he dropped Sole to the ground, leaning back to catch his breath.

Surprised and unsteady, Sole brushed themselves off indignantly. “What the fuck was that?” they snapped. “I said I got it.”

Danse lifted his head, matching Sole’s eyes. His glare could be felt even through his helmet. “All due respect, Sole, you did not. And I did not plan on waiting to see you die.”

Refusing to see the truth in his words, Sole let out a stubborn huff of air, grabbing their gun and peering around the corner to resume the fight. Wry smirk curving his lips, Danse couldn’t resist patting their shoulder, if only to hear them complain and bitch about being treated like a child.

Deacon: “You gonna buy me a drink?” Sole questioned, slipping into the barstool beside him as Deacon ordered his first beer of the night.

Deacon laughed. “Uh, last time I checked, you weren’t old enough to drink.”

Sole rolled their eyes. “Last time I checked, they don’t card you if you have the caps. Come on. One beer.”

“Nope.” Waiting for the drink to be poured, Deacon pulled a carton of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, pulling one out and lighting it. He noticed Sole do the same in the corner of his eye, and quickly snatched the carton away, flicking the cigarette from Sole’s lips.

“Dude!” Sole exclaimed, looking offended. “The hell? We’re all adults here.”

“Smoking’ll kill you, you know.” Call him old-fashioned, but he does try to keep Sole on the straight and narrow. Kids shouldn’t be smoking and drinking, even if bartenders allow it. It’s not good for them, and Deacon does have a soft spot for the kid.

“Yeah, but we’re all going to die sometime.” Again, Sole rolled their eyes. “So. You won’t let me smoke or drink. I literally shot a guy in the face today. Why do I get to do that but not this?”

“Because I said so.” A grin split Deacon’s face, even as Sole let out a dramatic groan and laid their head on the bar counter. Deacon’s pint arrived, and he sipped it with a smug sigh.

Dogmeat: Trapped inside a hotel room, a cluster of strung-out raiders on the verge of kicking down the door, Sole set their jaw and pushed together some furniture to make a last-stand blockade, crouching behind it and wrapping their shaking hands around their weapon. 

As the raiders broke down the door, Dogmeat lunged forward, sinking his teeth into the first attacker and growling, holding them still as Sole closed one eye and fired. Between the narrow channel of the doorway and Dogmeat distracting them, Sole picked them off one by one. But one broke through, brandishing a rusty machete and jumping at Sole, prompting a terrified scream.

Dogmeat changed tactics, barking and snarling, snapping his jaws and attacking the raider, wrestling him to the ground and tearing him to bits. When all went quiet, the canine walked to Sole, whimpering softly. Muzzle stained with blood, he snuffled for Sole’s hand, offering a paw and soft bark as near-human reassurance. Sole hugged the dog very tightly, each of them taking deep breaths.

“Thanks, Dogmeat,” Sole breathes, thin shoulders shaking. 

Hancock: “Why don’t you ever let me look at the strippers?”

The ghoul nearly spits out his morning vodka. “Excuse me?”

“When you bring people to the Statehouse,” Sole replies, lazily stretched out over one of the couches in Hancock’s office. “You always kick me out before they come over. It’s not like I don’t know what people look like naked, man. Besides. I’m basically an adult. Why can’t I have a little fun too?”

“Uh, I don’t think-” Hancock downs the vodka, suddenly feeling he’s going to need it. “I don’t think thirteen counts as adult.”

Sole glowers, sitting up to look at the ghoul. “It pretty much does. Adult enough, anyway. Come on. Pleeeeeease? I won’t get in your way.”

Hancock laughs, and pops two pills between his lips, swallowing them with another gulp of vodka. “Having a kid at an orgy kind of dampers the mood, Sole. Get back to me when you’re sixteen and full-grown. I don’t want to have to kick any kid-touchers out of my parties.”

He’s joking, but the thought does bother him sometimes. Goodneighbor’s not the most family-friendly place, and Sole has a habit of getting in over their head. In future, he spreads word to make sure Sole doesn’t get into any clubs after dark, though this means he has to endure more than one temper tantrum from the young adult in question.

Nick Valentine: “I know you’re a good shot, kiddo, but try not to be offended when I say you could use a little practice.”

Taking the heavy pistol the synth offers, Sole scowls. “If I can shoot straight, what’s the point?”

“If you have to use all your strength to hold it up, and stop moving in order to shoot straight, you’ll get yourself killed pretty easy.” He gestures to the way Sole has to cradle the weapon in their hands, smaller fingers barely wrapped around the grip. “Just try not to shoot me. I might be made of nuts and bolts, but bullets still sting.”

Nick and Sole head out to the back of Diamond City, to some old piled up stones, where Nick sets out beer bottles and teaches Sole how to jump from cover to cover without being pinned down. Nick’s pistol in their hands, Sole almost looks like the miniature version of the detective. Even more so at sundown when the two head back to the office, and Nick takes off his fedora, placing it on Sole’s head with a faint smile.

MacCready: “I… don’t think that’s such a good idea, boss.”

“Why not?” Sole stops at the mouth of the cave, ominous blackness behind them with faint drips and whispers of wind coming from the dark. “Come on. I’ll turn on this Pipboy, we’ll go on in, it’ll be fine. That guy in the Third Rail told us there was a bunch of stuff stashed here. We’ll be rich!”

“Yeaaah…” MacCready’s brow furrows. “Somehow I don’t trust a card shark, though. Are you sure we can’t just go somewhere else?” A strange groan rumbles from the cave mouth, Sole jumping and taking a few unsteady steps from the cave entrance. “Yeah, no. We’re not going in there.”

“Mac, come on!” Sole whines, extending their hands. “Don’t do this to me! W-We can do this!”

MacCready crosses his arms. “Sole.”


“Don’t copy me.”

Don’t copy me.”

“Oh my god, you just did it.”

Oh my god, you ju-”


Sole! … Wait, what are you- No! Let go of me!” Sole flailed and squirmed as MacCready stomped over, picking up the teen by the scruff of their neck and carting them up and away from the hill. “MacCready!”

Piper: Having grown up with a little sister, the older Wright girl didn’t get too upset over Sole’s antics, already knowing how to handle strong-willed teenagers. Sole wasn’t used to being ‘handled’, however, and chose to seek vengeance when they could.

Sole! Give me that back!”

Sole proceeded to stuff the entire candy bar into their mouth, chocolate melting and staining around their lips. “Oo mean ‘is?”

Piper let out a despairing cry. “Sole, that was my last one! Not the gumdrops! Not the-!” She lunges forward, wrestling with Sole’s hands for control of the battered box of candy. Struggling to keep Sole from upturning the box and emptying it into their mouth, she lets out a desperate shout as the box tumbles from their hands, hitting the floor with the hard candies skidding across the ground. “What have you done!” she wails, falling to her knees.

Her dramatic gasps and sighs made Sole feel guilty enough to give up the box of Snack Cakes they’d also stolen.

Preston: It didn’t take much to make Preston protective. “No, Sole, don’t- Don’t touch that.” 

“Touch this?”  And it didn’t take much to make Sole want to mess with him.

“Ah… Yes, that. Please don’t- Sole. Sole, please, I’d really appreciate if you-”

“Yeah. I just really want to touch this right now. Thanks, Preston.”

“No, please, Sole-” Preston forcefully pulled Sole’s hands away from the rack of rifles. “Okay. Just, stand still. I need to put this up.” Preston turned around to put a box on a nearby shelf, and turned around to find Sole disappeared. “Sole?” he asked, almost helplessly.

Someone screamed out in the castle yard. Preston sprinted out to find Sole, somehow in a set of Power Armor, holding up a chunk of wires accidentally torn out of the castle radio tower. Sole’s voice, robotic from the Power Armor helmet, wafted over to Preston’s ears across the yard. “Oops?”

Preston had never taken drugs in his life, but during the course of his relationship with Sole, he seriously considered it multiple times.

Strong: We’ve discussed this. No teen survivor is gonna be carting around a giant fuckin’ mutie. Just no. Besides the fact that Sole would definitely not fight their way through a skyscraper full of mutants fives times their size, there’s no way they’re traveling with something that could eat them without stopping to chew. Nope. Fuck that.

… ‘Course, if the two ever did end up together, it might be interesting if Sole rode on Strong’s shoulders. Real intimidating vision, there.

X6-88: It’s unlikely they’d ever work together. Sole would be more of a liability than a benefit to X6, and X6 is a little too intense and intimidating for a young, hot-headed teen to work with. But if X6 got assigned to be Sole’s protection, for whatever reason, it’d be more frustrating than helpful.

“Can you untie me now? Fucker.”

“You have proven you can’t be trusted to walk around alone. Until we reach the next place of rest, you will have to remain constrained.”

Sole let out a long, tortured groan, drawing it out as long as possible, in the hopes of irritating the Courser in front of them. “I have to pee.”

“No, you do not.”

“You don’t know that! How do you know? Maybe I’m on the verge of pissing myself!”

“It is a classic escape tactic to ask for a bathroom break. As your protector, I’m obligated to keep you safe.”

“By making sure I don’t escape.”

X6 didn’t reply.


Promt #23,  shipped by Yamcha


               I stroll to the gym, enjoying the heat of the late afternoon sun on my face, it’s a beautiful day and I’m  early so I have time to enjoy it. Besides, it’s not like Goku is gonna be on time, is it? Even if I’m ten minutes late I still usually have to wait for him. Seems that today is different though, I round the corner and see him leant up against the wall outside the gym. He is easy to spot in his bright orange get up, he stands out like a sore thumb. Not that he notices though, he is completely oblivious to the world around him.

“Hey, what have you done with the real Goku? He would never be here this early,” I joke with him and he flashes me that trademark cheesy grin of his.

“Hey Yamcha, my training got cut short so I’m here,” He gestures to himself and smiles even wider.

“I see that, why’d your training get cut short?” I ask, curious, I didn’t even know he was training this morning before he came here. He looks a little uncomfortable, and… Is he blushing? What could be making him act so strange? He changes the subject and immediately I know something is up.

“Wow, you look good Yamcha have you been working out without me?” He stutters nervously. Without waiting for me to answer he giggles sheepishly and walks into the gym. This seems kinda juicy, I wonder what he is so embarrassed about. After our workout, I’m gonna try my best to pry the truth out of him.

  We hit the weights hard, well, I do at least. Goku always matches my weight which I know must feel like lifting a feather to him but he pretends he is putting effort into it. Of course, I know he is pretending but I still appreciate him doing that, he’s a good friend. We work out for a couple of hours, chatting and laughing about all sorts of stuff. It’s nice meeting up with him a couple of times a week just to work out, it was never doable before but since him and chichi broke up he has a lot more time on his hands.

“You wanna go eat?” I suggest. His face lights up at the mention of food, as always.

“Hell yeah,” He cries, jumping up and throwing his super heavy dumbbell across the room like it was a sheet of paper.

“Careful Goku, you’re lucky that didn’t hit anyone,” I scold him.

“Oops, my bad, sorry guys,” He shouts across the gym to all the incredulous looking bodybuilders who just saw him throw their personal best weight like a frisbee.

               Across the street is a burger bar, they do good coffee and their food comes in large portions so Goku will be pleased, he will only have to order ten portions instead of twenty, the guy can eat. We sit opposite each other in the little booth and wait for his food to come, I’m not really hungry so I’ve just get a coffee.

“So, Goku, what happened with your training this morning. You seemed a little jittery about it.” I ask, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, ha-ha, you noticed that, did you?” He stammers, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepish again.

“I just kind of messed up a bit is all, no big deal,” He explains and averts his eyes.

“What did you do? How can you mess up training?” I ask, even more intrigued now.

“I didn’t exactly mess up training, we had stopped for a lunch break…”

“We?” I interrupt, wondering who he was training with.

“Me and Vegeta, we always spar together, that bit was fine he was on top form today, nearly beat me. We had stopped to eat this yummy rice he brought with him, he cooked it himself. It was so good, I finished mine so fast. I looked at Vegeta and he had finished his too, but, he had a little bit on his face, I wasn’t thinking and I kinda…”He trails off, his face bright red, he looks totally mortified.

“You kinda what?” I prompt.

“Ileanedinandlickeditoffhisface…” He mumbles almost incoherently, his head in his hands.

“You what?”

“I licked his face alright, I wasn’t thinking, I just leaned in and licked the rice right off his face, it was so yummy,” He shouts causing a few people to turn and look at us. I try so hard to contain my howling laughter, but I can’t. I laugh so loud that the whole place turns to look at us.

“Hahaha, you licked Vegeta’s face!!!”

“Yep, you don’t need to rub it in,” He grumps, not looking at all amused by my outburst.

“What did he do?”

“It was weird, I expected him to punch me,” He muses.

“Wait… He didn’t punch you? You licked his face and he didn’t punch you?” I’m not sure I even believe that.

“No, at first he looked at me with these eyes,” He half closes his eyes and stares at me through long lashes, a perfect pout on his lips, it’s a hot, smouldering look, really sexy.

“Vegeta looked at you like that?” I ask sceptically.

“Yep, then he moved real close and looked right in my eye balls,” He continues.

“What did he say?” I ask still not quite believing what I was hearing.

“He said in this weird purry voice, ‘Kakarot I didn’t know you felt like that’, and then he moved even closer to me and done his lips like this,” He pouts even more. I blink a few times trying to register what Goku is telling me.

“Then what?” I cry impatiently, anticipating a kiss, I’m on the edge of my seat.

“I told him I thought he knew how much I liked rice, and he looked real cross and was all like, ‘Rice?’, and I said that’s why I licked it of his face. He looked even more cross then and I thought he would slap me for sure and call me a Baka, but he just said, ‘Oh f-word you Kakarot, why do you always have to make me look like a fool’, and he flew away super-fast,” He shrugs his shoulders and looks sad. He honestly has no idea what happened today, or why Vegeta is upset with him, he is so hopeless.

I can’t believe Vegeta thought Goku was coming onto him, and he wanted it. I’m shocked but when I think about it, it does make perfect sense. They have both been single for a while now, they are the last two of their race, they know each other so well and they would make a hella hot couple.

“You don’t get it, do you?” I ask.

“No, I have no idea why he was so cross with me. It was really good rice,” He looks so upset and innocent, he is really sweet, I don’t blame Vegeta for wanting him. If I was a single man I might even want him myself.  

“Goku, Vegeta likes you,” I explain.

“Well I would hope so, we’ve been friends for a real long time now.”

“No, I mean he likes you. He fancies you. He wants to be more than your friend,” I try to explain it as simply as I can so this dumbass can understand.

“Don’t be a numpty Yamcha, of course Vegeta doesn’t fancy me. Why would he?” Goku objects, blushing again.

“Trust me, he does. When you licked his face, he thought you did it ‘cause you liked him too, that’s why he was so upset when he found out you didn’t want him, you just wanted rice,” I feel as though I am talking to a child.

“That can’t be true, Vegeta is way too smart and proud and… Cute to be into me.”

“Cute…? You find Vegeta cute?”

“Yeah, in an angry little ball of fury kinda way, he’s pretty cute.”

“Oh wow! You like him too,” I exclaim.

“Vegeta? no way, I mean yes he is really strong and kinda sexy and the only one who can give me a challen-… Oh, my God. I do like him.”

“Goku, you should go for it, you guys would be perfect together. It’s like you were made for each other. He is so angry and you are so calm, he’s so short and you’re so tall, he’s so smart and you’re… Well, you’re so Goku. You’re the perfect balance. You two should totally get together.”

“Stop it Yamcha, I already told you, there’s no chance that Vegeta likes me like that,” He looks across the restaurant with a dreamy yet sad expression on his face.

 I think for a moment; how can I help my old friend out on this? There must be some way I can convince Vegeta to declare his feelings for Goku. Talking to him is out of the question, he is far too proud to tell Goku he likes him unless he absolutely must. An idea pops into my mind, I will probably end up with a nasty bruise but if it gets these two together it will be well worth it.

“Goku, do you trust me?” I ask.

“Sure Yamcha, why?”

“Don’t ask any questions, just text Vegeta and tell him to meet you here.”

“He won’t come after what happened today.”

“Trust me, he will come,” I assure him. I just hope my plan works now. Goku looks totally confused but he pulls his phone out regardless and concentrates as he types away.

“Done,” He tells me pushing his phone back into his pocket.

“If he does come, what will you say to him?” He asks suspiciously.

“You’ll see.”

After only a few minutes Vegeta strolls into the place. He was quicker than I expected, he must have been really keen to see Goku. His eyes immediately seek him out and I notice his shoulders slump slightly as he sees he is not alone.

 I still can’t believe what I am about to do, Goku had better thank me for this later. I reach across the table, taking Goku’s face gently between my hands and kissing him deeply, lovingly, like I really mean it, holding it long enough that I am sure Vegeta has seen us.

I wait for the blow to come, he doesn’t keep me in suspense for long. I hurtle backwards crashing into the wall and landing in a heap on the ground.

“Keep your filthy little hands off my Kakarot,” He yells holding onto Goku defensively as though I might try to steal him, and giving me a death glare.

“Weaklings like you have no place touching this perfect face, were leaving, Kakarot,” He snarls as he drags Goku away. Goku looks back at me with a flustered but happy expression on his face. I give him a thumb up.

“Thanks,” He mouths to me before he is pulled out of sight.

  I pick myself up off the floor and silently congratulate myself on a job well done. I sit back at the little table just in time for the waitress to bring over ten cheeseburgers with fries. I better call Tien, there’s no way I will get through all this alone.

the end. @kakavegeweek

johnny and the pucketts (bmw 4)

bullymagnet week, day four: meet the family

read day one, day two, and day three first. (also, forgot to mention last time, but this is now on AO3 as well.)


It’s kind of unclear how it happens exactly. The Activity Club has been very uncaring of Max’s hat plight today up to and including the detention part. Given that Johnny’s friends weren’t caught for the distraction they made and he told them not to wait around, he doesn’t have anyone else to hang with once detention lets out either. And he’s still been – it’s maybe just the gradual realization that he’s had fun hanging out with Johnny this afternoon, but Max kind of doesn’t want to say goodbye just yet.

He doesn’t plan on doing anything about it exactly, but then they get on the same bus home (Johnny shoves Max all the way down the aisle into the very back, then plunks down directly next to him even though there’s enough space for four kids back here) and they’re getting very very close to Max’s stop. He knows that he ran into… onto… Johnny fairly close to his house on his first day, and they’ve met on the way a couple times since then, so it’s not crazy to assume that they live nearby each other. And it’s not like it should be too far out of the other guy’s way, if he could make the trip to Max’s house in the middle of the night so easily.

Plus, he hasn’t really said much since Max stole his hat back. He doesn’t seem mad at all, more like he’s in this kind of quiet mood with a lot of casual shoving involved, and it feels kind of companionable.

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Every Action Has a Reaction (Rough Daddy Cashton Threesome Smut)

Request: Can you write a rough Cashton daddy smut:3 (dirty talking, rough stuff). Thank you baby. P.s. I love your smut.

I’m going to hell already so sure why not? And it’s my birthday tomorrow (on Boxing Day) so I’m in a good mood!


“Calum what the fuck. I don’t get this shit anymore.” I said. I looked up from my physics book and throw my pencil onto the table.

Calum came over today to help me with my physics. He out of the blue offered to help me and it’s really nice of him but it seems like he doesn’t even get this. I mean, it seems like he does not know what he’s talking about.

“Calm down y/n. It takes a lot of practice that’s all.” Calum says.

“Do you even get this?” I say, a bit too loud and I sigh.

“What do you mean?!” Calum snaps. Oh fuck. “I mean this is so difficult, how do you even understand this? I’m gonna fail!” “Calm down y/n.” he then stands up and rubs my shoulders.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Ashton says as he walks into the room. He immediately looks at my shoulders, and then quickly looks away, to the tv.

Calum noticed it and awkwardly removed his hands.

“No I hate this shit.” I say and I stand up. “I’m gonna get a drink. Do you guys want anything?”

“No thanks” Calum says and he closes my book.

“I’m fine y/n.” Ashton says and I couldn’t help but think differently.

I walk into the kitchen and drink a glass of water. Jesus, I hate physics. I put my glass in the dishwasher and turn around to walk back.

“Hey y/n, I gotta leave. Let me know as soon as you have any questions okay?” Calum says.

“Don’t you wanna stay over for diner?”

“Nah I really need to go, sorry.” Calum says and he walks over to hug me.

“Okay, I can’t thank you enough! Thank you for helping me and having to stand my bullshit.” I say and I pull back.

“See you later. ” Calum says, as he almost walked against the glass door.

I walk back into the living room, just to find Ashton on the couch with my physics book in his (frickin huge) hands.

“Just like you would ever understand that. ” I say and I smile, walking towards him to grab my book. But as soon as I tried to grab it, Ashton closed it, causing me to almost fall and break my frickin neck.

“You little dipshit.” I say.

Ashton looks up from the book. He takes off his glasses and leans back. He looked so lazy and cute, I almost wanna jump on him and cuddle forever.

I sit down, my legs on his lap. He throws the book onto the table and sighs.

“I can help you with physics. ” Ashton says and he stares into my eyes.

“Yeah right, like you are good at physics” I say and I swing my arms around his neck.

“At least Calum wouldn’t have to do it then.” He says coldly, looking down.

“Awh is my little Ashy a bit jelly of his friend Calum!” I say sounding like a 7 year old, patting his head.

“I’m not jealous y/n.” Ashton says, going into defence mode.

“Uhm Ashton it’s pretty obvious that you are. So typical…” I whisper.

Ashton looks at me, at my lips this time. He then turns just enough to face me, and puts one of his hands on my lower back and the other one on the back of my neck.

His fingers weren’t pushing down softly nor gently as they usually were. This could only mean one thing… rough sex. A little grin appears on my face, just by the thought of having hot sex with him.

“I’m not jealous.” He repeats.

“You know I can handle it.” he suddenly removes his hand from my neck, moving it to my ponytail.

He pulls my hair back, causing me to look at the ceiling. The very first thing I feel after that is Ashton’s tongue, circling around on one specific ‘sweet’ spot on my neck.

Wetting the spot on my neck already made me feel surprised and weak but it all got worse when he slowly put his open mouth on it, making me feel how every little part of his lips made contact with my neck.

A short, yet loud breath left my mouth. It soon enough turned into a soft moan after Ashton closed his mouth with his lips still on my neck, a kiss that soon got followed by another small one.

He let go of my ponytail and his hand was placed on my neck again, forcing me to face him.

“Y/n, look at me. I’m fed up with so much bullshit right now.” He says. Okay, now I’m sure, rough sex it’s gonna be. Why not as well just tease him…?


“Take off your pants.” He says and pushes my legs off of his lap.


“Because I say so.”Ashton says, making it more and more noticeable that he is dominant.

"I love it when you’re bossy” I whisper.

Ashton’s hands immediately go to my ass, spanking it really really hard .

I cry out in pain because of his sudden action.

“That’s what you get for being a bad girl.”

He unzips my pants and stands up, pulling me up with him. He looks down at me, breathing heavily. I look up at him, into his eyes but the eye contact didn’t last long.

“Oh what am I going to do with you y/n…?” His lips are back onto my neck again, sucking the spot underneath my ear. His left hand goes down from my neck to my waist, lightly brushing my boob on its way down.

I expected he was going to harshly pull my pants down, but he didn’t.

“Let’s do a little test.” He says.

“What do you mean?” I say breathing heavily already.

He put his teeth on the spot he had been sucking on for 2 minutes and bites down a bit.

He then grabs my hands, and intertwines our finger. He raises our hands, and the slowly but not fully let’s go of them. I lean in and kiss him hard. He abruptly pushes my hands back, causing me to fall onto the couch.

“Ashton what are you doing?!” I say and I give him my confused look.

He pulls down my pants.

“Looking if Calum made you wet.” Ashton says.

Of course I’m wet as fuck but that’s because of him and he knows it.

“But Ashton you ju-”

His index finger goes to the wet spot on my underwear and he starts brushing his finger against it, not pushing hard enough to feel it really good.

“Exactly what I thought… He did.” Ashton says “You little slut. But it’s okay. I already knew that you’re a bad girl.”

“How come you’re so jealous Ash?” I look up at him, a dirty grin on his face.

“If I really was, would I do this?” He looks at the door

For a second I didn’t know what was going on but eveything was all clear the moment Calum walked in. He had a dirty smirk on his face.

“Ashton what the fuck!” I yell and I try to cover myself.

“I usually don’t like sharing what really belongs to me. Just me. But seeing you, walking around my friends, in those damn shorts makes me want to punish you. Hard.” Ashton says and he removes my hands from my private parts.

“But I’m still your boyfriend, and I know how much you want this. And you are so stressed because of your exams so why not ‘treat’ my baby girl.” He says.

I’m left with nothing to say. How can he… but why would he ever…? HOW COULD HE KNOW?

I hear Calum laugh a bit before he comes walking in my direction. He grabs my arm and pulls me up.

I try to pull my wrists out of his grip, although I wouldn’t mind a ‘Cashton threesome’.

“Calum.. I d-” I stutter.

“It’s okay, right Ashton?”

I stutter and look at Ashton, he gives me a little nod.


“No no no baby. We are gonna do this our way.” Calum glances over to Ashton.

“Call me daddy.” Calum whispers in my ear. He bites me earlobe whilst his hands travel down my back, to my ass and he squeezes it, pulling me closer to him.

He crashes his lips onto mine. My eyes were opened for a second time but then I realised that I should go for it. After all, a threesome with Ash and Cal is something I have wanted for a long time now.

I hear Ashton stand up and before I know it, he is standing behind me, kissing my neck again. His hands go to my hips, holding me still so he can grind on me. I can feel his hard member against me. I moan into Calum’s mouth, feeling better than ever.

Calum takes a step back and looks at my bare chest.

“You were right man, she does have nice boobs.” Calum says, causing Ashton to let out a giggle (…out of pride I suppose). Calum admires my boobs whilst he lightly brushes his thumb against my nipple. He then adds more pressure.

“Ahh fuck Calum. ” I breathe out. He immediately let go, just like Ashton.

“Listen baby girl.” Calum says

“You gotta be a good girl for us in order to get what you want.” Ashton continues as he pulls me closer to him again.

I nod and look at Calum who is taking off his clothes.

“So again, what are you gonna call us?” Ashton breathes out on my neck, and his hands travel up to my boobs, cupping them with his huge hands.


“Good…” Calum says. He kisses me again. He travels down till he reaches my boobs and takes both of them in his hands.

Ashton takes a step back to take off his clothes and caresses my behind.

Calum starts sucking my right nipple. He uses his other hand to pinch my left nipple and pull it.

“Ahhh daddy” I breathe out and he starts sucking harder. I see Ashton on the side, wanking himself.

“Come here. Let me do that for you.” I say and I put my fingers on the tip. I brush my thumb against his slit and start to move up and down.

“Ah fuck. Just like that.” Ashton moans out.

Mean while, I’m also a moaning mess myself, since Calum is taking good care of me. Let’s return the favour.

I put my hand on Calum’s chest and slowly go down to his hard member and I start pumping it as well. He let’s go and stands up straight, throwing his head back. I then find the time go on my knees and look up at the two moaning messes.

I put my lips around Ashton’s tip. I slowly circle my tongue against pumping both Calum and Ashton. I look up at Calum who seems to enjoy the sight of me, giving a blowjob to his best friend a lot.

I look up at Ashton and take in as much as I can. I try hard not to gag but miserably fail because he slowly starts to thrust into me.

I finally pull back, his dick coming out with a ‘pop’ sound. I put it back on my mouth and Ashton puts his hand on my head, keeping me still on the ‘deepest’ point till I can’t take it anymore. I then turn to Calum, who seems to be really impatient by now.

I tease him and then take everything in.

“Yes just like that baby girl. Give daddy all you got.” He moans while Ashton’s hand goes down to my boob. He squeezes is and then gives it a little slap, causing me to cry out at his sudden action.

I pull back and spit on it, making it easier to wank him. I then go to Ashton’s dick, sucking it again. He moans and I look up at him, innocently blinking my eyes.

“Am I doing well daddy?” I say.

“Yes baby girl but I know you can take more than that.” Ashton’s hands tangle into my hair again, attempting to hold my head still.

He then starts thrusting harder than before, causing me to gag hard.

“Aahhh fuck. Take it all in baby.” He moans. I pull back and go back to Calum again. He also tangles his hands into my hair and starts thrusting in deep in a fast and steady pace.

Ashton pulls me up, kissing me hard and biting my lip. He turns me around rough, almost making me fall.

“Bend over for daddy.” He says.

I immediately feel his hand slap my ass.

“Ah! Daddy! Why?” I groan.

“A bit of pain will help you suffer when you’re hurt. Like the kind of pain you will feel when you attempt to walk after we’re done with you.”Calum answers and he spanks me as well.

Calum then pulls me up by my (now messy) pony tail and leads me to the couch. He lies down and I sit on top of him, grinding my dripping pussy on his hard member.

Ashton stands next to me, and my left hand start pumping his dick again.

“Daddy, can I..?” I look down at his dick and back at him.

“Go ahead baby girl.” He says, his face all red from frustrstion. I look down at his dick, admiring its thickness, but Calum spanks me again because it’s taking too long.

I grab his hard member and position it under me. I slowly lower myself, feeling how Calum’s dick slowly fills me.

“Ahh daddy!” I yell out.

I move up and down slowly, getting used to how much he stretches me open.

Ashton doesn’t seem to be satisfied enough by the work my hand does, so grabs my pony tail again, pulling it to the side so I’m facing his dick. I spit on his dick, pump it a few more times and open my mouth just so he can mouth fuck me again.

“Ahh fuck baby girl. You’re such a good good girl.” Calum moans and he spanks me again. I start riding him harder and faster.

“Fuck fuck fuck y/n” Ashton moans. He always moans something like this when he’s really close. I pull out his dick and spit on it once more, pumping it really fast.

Meanwhile, Calum has his hands on my hips, holding me still so he can pound into me really hard. I let go of Ashton and lean in, so I’m on Calum’s chest. He puts his arm around me and thrust in slowly yet deep and pleasurable.

I’m almost screaming and so ready to come when he let’s go of me.

“My turn.” Ashton says.

I can hardly keep up with the sudden changed and I moan in frustration. Ashton pulls me up, standing behind me. Calum sits up and stays on the couch.

“Daddy is gonna take care of you, okay baby?” Ashton whispers into my ear.

He rubs his dick against my clit turning me into a moaning mess again. He then finally pushes it in and his hands go to my boobs.

“AH FUCK DADDY.” I yell. I close my eyes and groan. One of his hands goes down to my clit, rubbing it hard.

“You see that baby girl? How much you are enjoying this? Look at Calum, getting himself off on how daddy fucks you in your tight pussy.” Ashton whispers in my ear.

Calum stands up and puts his hand on my cheeks, pulling me to him. His tongue slips in and he messily kisses me.

Ashton grabs my hands and puts them on my back. Calum then sits back and I bend over, stucking him again, without using my hands.

“Ah fuck baby. Yes rigth there.” He says and he pushes my head down.

Ashton starts thrusting in deeper and faster and I can feel how tight I am.

“Daddy won’t allow you to come unless I give you permission”

“NO DADDY, PLEASE!” I yell in frustration, wanting to cum sooo bad.

“No no no,” Ashton says “not now.”

“Going in against us. Seems like something only bad girls do…” Calum says as he stands up.

“Yes.” I whisper, knowing that I will soon receive some spanks.

Ashton pulls out and Calum (gently)pulls my hair up, so I stand up straight again.

“You should always look at daddy when he’s talking to you.” He threats.

“So you wanna be a bad girl? Okay let’s treat you like one then.” Ashton whispers in my ear.

Calum grabs my hand and pulls me to the couch with him. He sits down and lies me down across his lap.

“We are gonna spank you. Ten in total. You’re gonna count baby girl.” Calum says and I secretly enjoy this more than I should.

Ashton’s hand goes down to my left butt cheek. He caresses before it comes down to give me one good slap.

“One.” I cry out.

“Y/n, since when do we count like that?” Calum says, whilst caressing my right butt cheek.

“Whenever I do this.” He pauses and abruptly spanks me again, “You say ‘That was number one, two, etc. daddy.’ okay?”.

“Okay daddy” I say and I nod.

Ashton caresses my butt cheek again and another slap comes down.

“That was number one daddy.” I cry out again

“Good girl.” He smirks.

Calum’s hand caresses the place where Ashton had just spanked me.

“I like the feeling of your butt heating up and becoming pink underneath my hands baby girl.” He then spanks me on the same spot and I count.

Calum and Ashton repeat each others actions till I’m at the count of ten. “Okay since you’ve taken the spanks so well, we decided to concentrate on you tight wet pussy now.” Ashton says.

“You used your hands and mouth to get us off y/n. I now think it’s time that we use ours.” Calum winks at me and I flush.

I grin and spread my legs, allowing them to have a good view on my sex.

Ashton starts kissing my innerthigh, leaving hickeys everywhere.

Meanwhile, Calum places his thumb on my clit, rubbing it to each side, as far as my skin allows it, and then replaces his thumb with his index finger and middle finger. He stretches it to each side at the same time, blowing cold air on it.

Ashton then pushes one finger into me, making me whimper since I’m really tight. Even his finger is too much to handle.

“Fuck baby girl, you are so tight.” Ashton whispers against my heat, the vibrations of his voice making me moan extra hard.

Calum then removes his hand from my clit and spreads my lips, just to make the acces to my clit easier. He crashes his lips down onto it, sucking and pulling it with his teeth. My moans are uncontrollable and loud. I’m moaning over and over again.

Ashton adds another finger and that’s where I seem yo completely lose it. I scream out in pleasure.

The combination of the sound we produce, Ashton’s long and smooth fingers going in and out of me, Calum’s tongue, the way Ashton’s fingers brush against my G-Spot, the way they looked me in the eyes just so I could see we are enjoying this and the heat of the moment are about to come to an end.

“You are about to come, aren’t you?” Ashton says as he looks up at me.

“Tell us y/n.”Calum says, using his hand to spread my pussy, lightly tap my clit, spit on it and then rub it really hard, making it hurt, but also feel really good.

“Ye- DADDY. IM GONNA CUM NOW. AAHHH.” I yell out and the orgasm hits me hard.

“Now let daddy clean this up for you.” Calum says.

Calum sticks in two fingers, kind of using them as a spoon. He takes them out and licks them clean.

“You taste so fucking good.” He says and he sticks his tongue out, ready for yet another battle with my tongue.

“Let’s try.” Ashton says and his mouth crashes down onto me, eating out what’s left.

“Now it’s time for you guys to really cum.” I say and I sit on my knees again.

I start with Ashton. I take all of his dick in again, whilst pumping both Ashton and Calum.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum baby girl!” Calum moans out.

I turn to him and tap his dick on my tongue, ready for his load.

He comes, shooting his warm, salty snd white liquid into my mouth as I try to swallow everything.

“Fuck that is so hot.” Ashton says and he grabs me by my ponytail and starts mouth fucking me roughly.

“Fuck fuckk AH” he yells and he comes too. I swallow everything and stand up, facing two smirking messes.

“Wow y/n. That was so fucking hot.” Calum says ” we should do this more often.”

“Yah, or not?” Ashton says and his eyes are on me. This only proves that the feeling I had deep down was right. He really is jealous.

“Thanks for the amazing night guys.” I giggle and I gather all my clothes.

I bend down to grab my shirt and Ashton’s hand spanks me softly.

“Remember that you are mine okay? Mine and mine only?”

“Of course Ashton. I love you.” I say and I walk to the stairs.

“Have a nice evening guys.” I say and I walk up the stairs, ready to remove one point from my bucket list.


Not my best creation but hey, merry Christmas right? (Idk)

Request and follow for more smut lmao

I love every single one of you horny bastards and seriously, merry Christmas to you (yall motherfuckers still need Jesus though)

P.s. Sorry for all the blink-182 references wow.

Hey, isn’t that one of the guys from Frybo? I think he’s in the opening too. I wonder if we’ll meet him today. He looks like a guy I used to work with tbh

“Humans find fascinating ways to waste their time.”

Honestly… Yes we do, Pearl. Like liveblogging a children’s show on the internet to share with strangers.

Why would you bring Pearl to this game??? Most arcades have at least a couple non-violent, mild-mannered games. Does Steven really just not know her that well?

Oh, ski ball… I’m so good at this game! Always have been. I LOVE this game.

anonymous asked:

what about bucky's hairy chest? does he has hair on his chest now that the hydra guy ins't around to clean it? or does he shaves so it would not shit with his shoulder/arm? does steve likes him better with or without chest hair? did mini steve liked bucky's hairy chest? does gals liked it? dOES OTHER DUDES LIKED IT? DID STEVE HAD A THING FOR BUCKY'S CHEST HAIR LIKE ME?

Bucky “pecho peludo” Barnes is my fave thing ever, anon. This is the kind of stuff I want to find on my inbox every morning.

  • Bucky has always been a hairy man, he also has that line of black hairs on his abdomen that gets lost on his pelvis and beyond
  • So back in the days, he tried not to waste too much water and soap on cleaning his work clothes, so he usually didn’t wear a shirt while working at the docks or as a mechanic. His chest was always on display and one day Steve just stares at him for minutes and whe  he asked about it, Steve just answered “I like it?”
  • Time after that, Steve finally admits that he likes it because it makes him look more masculine. “DOES THAT MAKES ME COMPLETY A FAIRY?” “Calm down, you still likes gals, right? You just like masculine fellas, it’s okay” “Alright”. They were still a little young.
  • Steve liked to draw Bucky, so he always put attention to the details: the cleft on his chin, his thick muscles, the hair on his chest and over his belly button.
  • He also remember how sexy he thought Bucky looked when he didn’t put attention to his looks during the war. He used to put on very open shirts and he looked fine as hell while being all dirty with his cocky smile and all that jazz
  • And when Bucky comes back home, he asks one afternoon before they intimate again: “I used to have hair on my chest, right?” and Steve can’t help but laugh
  • “I’m serious Steve, godfuckingdammit”, “Awwn aww, yeah yeah, you used to have… wait, you don’t?” “uhmmm… guess it fucks up with the metal? I have… but not like before” “uhm” “Should I let it grown normal and see what happend?” “YES!! I mean, yeah why not?” and Bucky just lifts an eyebrow
  • One day, Clint is surfing the internet and laughs his ass off about a discusion some people have on twitter about Bruce’s and Tony’s hairy chest, and how the other doesn’t seem to have hair. “On our defense, man with hair are more masculine than others”, says Tony and Steve backs off red as fuck and Bucky lifts an eyebrow again
  • Bucky opening the bathroom door when Steve is in and “yOU USED TO LIKE MY CHEST HAIR!!!” and Sam screams from the kitchen: “IF YOU TWO ARE GONNA GET KINKY, I’M LEAVING AND THE CHILI GOES WITH ME”
  • When they finally do the do, Steve burries himself on Bucky’s chest and murmurs with a smile “you let it grown” and Bucky hugs him saying “yeah, whatever for my babydoll”
  • “Plus, I’m too lazy to shave that shit. Have you seen how thick it is? And how much it is? bye”, he hates shaving so he never does it again, ever.
  • Horrible teasing selfies of Bucky being a little shit while Steve is doing press, like “look how I wake up today” and it’s him on bed, without a shirt, and the sun making magic with his skin. “we miss you”, and he is rubbing his hairy chest in the picture. “Fuck you”, answers Steve. “Nah, I prefer to do you”, he says.
  • Imagine that chest wet.
  • This is not why Steve insist on shower together, nope, no-pe.
  • Steve caressing the hair on Bucky’s chest distractely while watching TV or just laying in bed during boring afternoons.

Good, good ~