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BTS scenarios: You surprise them at the concert

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Kim Seokjin/Jin

People were running around and you thought that maybe after all it was a bad idea to go there. Maybe it was foolish to even hope that he’d find time for you. During short breaks between certain performances even if you saw him, he didn’t notice you. You didn’t blame him, rather felt sorry that he had to go through such a stress.

His eyes finally landed on you when rap line was performing Cypher 4. It was truly comical to watch hundred of emotions run through his face at the same time. That’s why you laughed at him. Seokjin stood frozen in place despite being called by his stylist. He lasted like that until you stepped closer. Then he woke up and erupted, his laughter so loud it made most heads turn. His hands rested on his hips in seemingly irritated pose.

“You are here! How’s that possible?”

“Normally. I got into plane and flew over here.”

Seokjin shook his head at your evasive answer, still taking in your appearance. You shook your head, doubtful whether you should wait for him or make the move yourself. He didn’t make you wait much longer, instead joining you in a few long strides.

“All the way to Japan, huh? You’re unbelievable.” You two shared smiles and embraced each other in a tight hug. It didn’t last long, because he had to go, but Seokjin couldn’t stop grinning until the rest of the concert even when exhaustion was unendurable.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

Min Yoongi/Suga

Despite it’s unpleasant decoration and too bright lightning, dressing room wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be. People who were responsible for Bangtan’s appearance were kind and warm to you, even sharing some snacks they had with them. All of you were watching the performance on TV hung on one of the walls. Chatter was filling the lack of music when songs were changing.

The main reason why you were there? The words that Yoongi always repeated to you before ending your call- I miss you. You missed him too. Watching him on TV screen wasn’t helping your aching heart, it did the opposite. Every second felt like a century between you and him. That’s why his voice calling you out was such a miraculous sound. You turned your head in his direction, wonder displayed on your face matching his.

“Wow.” Commented Jimin, looking at you above Yoongi’s shoulder. He smiled widely at you and turned to your boyfriend. “If you’re going to stand here, can you at least let me in to welcome (y/n)?”

Yoongi didn’t answer him, pushing himself from the door to pull you to him by your hands. It was a warm hug that only pictured his feelings. Too many pairs of eyes were watching so there was no way he could go any further. His nose snuggled to the spot behind your ear to sniff, taking in your natural smell.

He let you go only when Taehyung started laughing at the two of you. Yoongi turned his head and sent younger friend annoyed glare.

“You’re interrupting.” Then he faced you again, grabbing your cheeks meanwhile turning. “We’ll continue later, alright?”

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dirthamensbird  asked:

“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?” for Julian?

Julian sighs as the sign of their shop comes into view. “Well, I guess this is your stop.” He says with a smile. 
Raiden pouts, still holding tightly to his hand. “yeah… I guess so. I don’t know why we can’t spend more time together… it’s not like asra is ever home..”

Julian doesn’t answer, he knows how lonely they got, how often they craved interaction. He looks down at them, slowing his steps so he can gently cup their face with his other hand. “you are too lovely to pout, my dear.” 

They look up at him, turning their head to press a kiss to his wrist. “You better come back tomorrow.” 

“Don’t I always?” Julian says, grinning down at them as he leans down to press a kiss to their lips. it was gentle and chaste, barely even lingering. 

a scoff falls from their lips as he pulls away, and their pout returns. “That was barley even a kiss!” 
Julian snorts softly, cocking a brow. “Yes it was!” he protests, a soft laugh falling from his lips. Raiden steps forward, standing on the tips of their toes to wrap their arms around his neck. “kiss me again– please?” 

Julian swallows, cheeks flushing a deep red. “ah– I- uhm…” he clears his throat, wrapping his arms around their waist. “How could I say no to that?” 

Raiden grins, pulling him down to their level and capturing his lips in a proper kiss. 

anonymous asked:

One thing I don’t understand is Yukio’s smirking face whenever someone (more like Shura) talks to him. I wonder what is that supposed to mean? What is he thinking atm? And how do you think the Rin/Yukiko confrontation will go?

Could just be more of this

One of Yukio’s go-tos seems to be smiling/laughing when he’s stressed. And you know that feeling where you’re just so astronomically fucked that it’s hilarious? Like you can’t help but emotionally loop back around to amused because this is happening, of course it is, why wouldn’t it? 

It’s so funny. He’s the human twin, the exorcist, and now he’s in custody. He told Rin over and over again to be careful and he didn’t listen to his own advice. He just…got arrested on national television for shooting the Japanese Head of the True Cross. It’s hilarious. And they don’t even know about his eye yet! (until Shura looks at him, anyways)

I think that’s what it is anyways.

I’m not sure. Because Yukio seemed displeased/bitter to see Rin at the end. I think Yukio is in a really bad place right now and is going to act super aggressively. 

Good thing (i’m assuming!) they took his weapons when they arrested him.

I think Yukio is going to fight Rin and is going to yell at him. And if Rin takes his restraints off Yukio might hit him again. And say some more hurtful things. 

I think Rin is going to do that thing

Where he smiles and bears it. Like he did after Yukio punched him and Neuhaus stabbed him and when Shiemi initially came to get him in the prison.

As I’ve stated before Rin is, at his core, passive. And I think he’ll want to let Yukio get it all out, especially since he berated himself for “not being more understanding” before. So Rin will want to be extra attentive to Yukio’s thoughts and feelings right now.

But as we’ve seen Rin is also not going to quietly take it. He’ll probably yell back and how they’re brothers, like he did during their first fight in the classroom.

And with their luck it’s going to get interrupted by something, a demon or the exorcists coming back. Because that always happens.


I want to know what Shima is up to. As I stated before if he takes Yukio/leads Yukio away Rin is going to seriously beat him into the ground.

anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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seven signs

Summary: Bucky feels like he’s falling in love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none - pure fluff!

Word Count: 2.1k [yikes, sorry]

A/N: Here’s my submission for the ever lovely Gen’s @bucky-plums-barnes 8k celebration - congrats again, sweetheart! My prompt was: “You know I only have eyes for you.” - hope you all enjoy :) || masterlist


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It’s Just a Nickname

“Phone, phone, where the CATS is my phone?” Adrien hissed to himself as he rummaged through his gym bag. Fencing had just let out and he needed to call Nathalie to let her know where he was—given how often he’d been disappearing lately, he wasn’t entirely surprised at how paranoid she’d become. But his phone was missing. Had he dropped it somewhere? Ugh, she was going to kill him.

“Looking for this?” said a familiar voice from behind him.

Adrien turned, and there—to his immense surprise—stood Alya Cesaire, dangling his phone precariously between two fingers.

He snatched it from her hand before she could drop it. “Merci a Dieu,” he breathed. “Where did you find it?”

Alya stared at him, then began to laugh. “FIND it?” she giggled. “You seriously still think you lost it?”

“What do you mean?”

Alya tossed her hair over her shoulder. “This is, like, the fourth time Marinette has left you an embarassing voicemail and had to steal your phone to delete it before you can hear it.”

Adrien nodded, sliding his phone into… wait, what?

Marinette?

She’d been leaving him voicemails?

Why would she be doing that? They weren’t that close, as far as he could tell. She was a friend, he supposed, but she barely acknowledged him, to the point of barely ever speaking to him even if she went out of her way to talk to everyone else in the class. Was she trying to prank him? If so, it was poorly executed, because he hadn’t noticed. And why keep stealing his phone? What was the point?

“What did the voicemail say?” he found himself asking.

Alya grinned and pointed at the phone. “You’ll just have to see for yourself, loverboy.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t you delete it?”

Alya shook her head. “Not this time,” she said. “Marinette was too busy screaming.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow. Screaming? What? Why would Marinette…

Oh. Oh no.

“So I’ve got a question for you…” Alya began, barely audible beneath the rushing pulse in Adrien’s ears. He opened his phone screen.

New Message From:

Oh, cats. Cat in a Camembert Trashcan.

“Why do you have Marinette’s number saved as ‘Princess’ on your phone?”

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Me: I need to stop beginning new multi-chapter fanfics and focus on the ones I’m already writing

The dwarf who lives in my brain: Sounds like elf talk, my boy!

.Colors.

Since he was a little boy, Richie always had a thing for describing people using colors. It was his special little thing.


Richie himself had always considered that he was red, fierce and firey. Some days he was as bright like rose petals, others he was as dark as crimson running from a fresh cut.


Everyone special to Richie had a color to them, almost creating a trademark of themselves with each pigment Richie imagined based on their personality.


So when Richie had moved to Derry, Maine he instantly knew the colors for his first friends, Bill Denbrough and Stanley Uris.


Bill was yellow, soft yet vibrant, and warm like the sun.


Stan was orange, cheerful and exciting, he never seemed dull.


Together they formed the warm side of the spectrum, always happy and beaming with life. Everyday was an adventure with the three of them.


Before they knew it, three became seven and it was like a giant rainbow of beauty and friendship for Richie. His colors got more creative and branched out to more than just your average color circle.


Bev was gold, a color like honey because she sparkled and shined in her own individual way. For each of the losers, she was a glimmer in their eye.


Ben was pink, light and delicate on days but vivid and bold on others, creating the perfect balance of just the right boy.


Mike was cream, a soft but powerful color that created balance between the others, always understanding and intelligent.


And then there was Eddie.


Eddie was different then everyone else.


When Richie had met Eddie for the first time, his mind went blank and exploded all at the same time.


All Richie could think of was


blue.


Eddie was blue.


He was the feeling of a beautiful clear sky on a summer day and the icy chill of a blizzard. The rush of a wave on a peaceful beach.


He was everything Richie wanted.


And together, they would make purple.


After that day, he only thought in the gorgeous mix of red and blue, of Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier.


They were inseparable, the best of friends and Richie loved every minute of it.


One day, they sat in Eddie’s impeccably spotless room, pretending to be paying attention to their homework while Richie made eye rolling jokes.


Curiosity got the best of Richie however and out spewed a question he had wondered for as long as he has known his Eds,


“What’s your favorite color?”


Eddie’s head never left the tilt towards his book but his eyes looked towards the ceiling in thought.


“Um.. green. Why whats your Rich?”


Richie looked Eddie right in the eye, loving grin on his mouth.


“Purple.”


And then, Richie had kissed Eddie.


It was short but sweet and tasted like medicine and sugar and every single shade of purple that existed.


That night, Richie dreamed of lilac skies and orchid fields and palatinate oceans.


He hoped every day for the rest of his life was filled with that amazing color.


And it was for a while.


That is, until he catches his boyfriend and one of his best friends together creating a color combination of their own.


And thats the end of red and blue, of all the purple in Richie’s life.


The only purple Richie knew was the bruises on Bill’s face and the ones on his knuckles.


Now all he can think of is green.


Bill’s lemon lips painting themselves upon Eddie’s cyan ones, creating millions of shades of that despicable color.


Richie now hates the color green.


Unfortunately it’s always been Eddie’s favorite.

Quit playing games

For @jadepresley 💖
This has been stuck in my head for daaaays! 


“Are you going to eat that?”

Draco frowned but shook his head and pushed his plate across the table. Potter attacked it as if he hadn’t just stuffed his face with three servings of scrambled eggs and croissants.

“Thanks,” he said, beaming at Draco. Clearing his throat, Draco had to look away, otherwise Potter might have noticed how pink his cheeks had suddenly gotten. He really didn’t understand Potter. He didn’t understand this whole strange situation they were in. Who would have thought he and Potter would become the kind of friends who would meet on Sundays for brunch? As much as Draco had always fantasised about becoming friends with him, this was an unexpected outcome. But not as unexpected as what had happened a few days ago…

“Potter, I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

“Dracoooooo! Don’t be such a drag!”

Draco blinked, the sound of his own name still ringing in his ears. Was this the first time Potter had said his given name to his face? Draco hated how much he enjoyed it. Watching Potter sway as he tried to make his way to the bar, Draco grabbed his arm.

“No more drinks for you,” he said resolutely.

“Dracoooo.” Potter knitted his brows together and started pouting. He actually pouted. Draco felt like he was going to faint.

“No, you’ve had enough.” His eyes darted down to Potter’s mouth. His lower lip was trembling and Draco wished he could stop the trembling by softly biting into it. “This won’t work on me,” he said, mentally cursing his voice for sounding so unsteady.

“Are you sure?” Potter said, his mouth stretching into a smile. “Then maybe this will!” With childish enthusiasm, Potter threw his arms around Draco’s neck. Their bodies were suddenly flush against each other.

“What are you-?” Before Draco could finish his question, Potter’s lips were on his, moving slowly and softly. Draco was too stunned to push him away. And honestly, he didn’t want to. Potter was kissing him! And the way he was kissing him… He didn’t seem as drunk as Draco had thought. Or maybe, he was just an exceptionally good kisser.

Against his better judgement, Draco closed his eyes and tentatively placed his hands on Potter’s hips. Potter let out a deep sigh that send a delicious shiver down Draco’s spine. But wait… this wasn’t right. Potter wasn’t in his right mind.

Reluctantly, Draco detached his lips from Potter’s and stared at him. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. Potter was gazing at him dreamily, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“See? I know it would work on you,” he mumbled, before his head collapsed on Draco’s shoulder. The added weight, from Potter going completely limp in his arms, made Draco stumble.

“What in Merlin’s name was that?”

Draco had asked himself that question a lot over the last couple of days. He still had no idea. Potter had acted like nothing had happened when they had seen each other again. Maybe he didn’t remember. But something was definitely off; Potter kept finding excuses to touch Draco in seemingly innocent ways and whenever he thought Draco wasn’t paying attention, he kept giving him these looks.

At first, Draco had thought he was just imagining things, but it kept happening and it left Draco confused and frustrated. What was Potter doing?

“Hey, I thought we could go to the movies tonight,” Potter said, completely nonchalant.

“The movies,” Draco repeated flatly.

“Yeah, you know, the Muggle-”

“I know what it is,” Draco snapped. He took a sip of his coffee and slammed the cup back down on the saucer.

“Is that a no?” Potter asked. Draco looked away, not sure what to say. As much as he enjoyed spending time with him, the way Potter was behaving made everything so hard. Draco wasn’t sure he could do it for much longer without exploding. Maybe it would be better to pause this friendship thing for a little bit. When his eyes found Potter’s again, his mouth opened involuntarily. Potter’s eyes were piercing and there was an odd expression on his face.

“Hold on, you’ve got some crumbs-” He leaned over the table, his hand outstretched. Draco blinked as Potter’s fingers brushed the corner of his mouth. They definitely lingered there longer than necessary. This was it! Draco had enough of this teasing.

Slamming his hands down on the table, he pushed himself out of his seat and stormed out of the café. What did Potter think they were doing? He acted like they were just friends, just friends, and then he did something like that. Seriously, it was all Potter’s fault. If the git hadn’t kissed him-

“Draco!”

Draco stopped in his tracks, a warm feeling spreading inside his chest. Stupid, stupid! He shouldn’t be feeling that way.

“Draco, wait!” Potter caught up to him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. “What’s going on? Why did you just leave like that?”

Draco scowled at his feet, not wanting to look Potter in the eyes.

“Is it something I did?” Potter asked, sounding genuinely unsure. Draco snorted. “What is it? Talk to me?” Potter lowered his head to catch Draco’s eyes and Draco suddenly felt fingers brushing the hair out of his face.

“This! This!!” Slapping his hand away, Draco finally looked up. “You’ve got to stop doing that!”

Potter looked shocked. He clearly hadn’t expected such an outburst.

“You can’t just do that all the time. Touch me like that.”

Draco watched as Potter’s face fell. He bit his lip and started wringing his hands.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it made you that uncomfortable.”

Wait, why did Potter look so crestfallen? That didn’t make any sense.

“It does,” Draco said through gritted teeth. “It would be much easier if you could be… a little more decisive.” Draco really didn’t want to have this conversation. He was pretty sure he’d just end up humiliating himself. And maybe, it would even mean the end of his friendship with Potter.

“What do you mean, more decisive?”

Draco sighed. Maybe his friendship with Potter was already over. Draco couldn’t stand to be around him like this.

“Maybe you behave like that around your friends. I don’t. There’s a line between- It’s not something you just- There’s a difference between-” Draco didn’t know how to explain it to Potter without sounding like a lovesick fool.

“Do you mean- I-… Are you talking about the kiss?” Potter sounded extremely nervous. Draco gaped at him.

“You remember? I thought you didn’t remember.”

“No, I remember,” Potter said quietly.

Draco’s mind reeled.

“Then why- What are you doing? I can’t even tell if that was accidental or not? If you regret it or not? What is this- What are we-”

“I don’t know, okay?” Potter interrupted him. “I don’t know.”

Draco studied him, taking in the insecure expression on his face.

“Even if you don’t know, you can’t just do that to me,” he murmured. “I have no idea what to think anymore.”

Potter bit the inside of his cheeks, before taking a step towards Draco.

“But you like me, right?”

Annoyed, Draco clicked his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure the answer to that is painfully obvious.”

Potter took another step, so that their chests were touching. Reaching for Draco’s hands, he interlaced their fingers and peered up at him from under his lashes.

“Would you…” His voice quivered slightly. “Would you want to kiss me again?”

Draco opened his mouth but no sound came out. Had Potter really just asked him-

“Potter, what are you doing?” he said, almost choking on the words. His eyes darted down when Potter licked his lips in one swift motion. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t just keep playing these games with me.”

“It’s not a game,” Potter said, his expression turning serious. “I have no idea what I’m doing, okay? I have no idea how to handle… this.” He gave Draco’s hands a squeeze and guided them to the small of his back. “I’ve never fallen for a bloke before. Not like this. And you’re not just any bloke. It’s a little overwhelming, alright?”

Draco was glad Potter had stopped talking. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hear anything else over the ringing in his ears.

“Did you just say- You… What?”

Potter laughed, loud and wide. It made Draco weak in the knees.

“Can we please not dwell on this? This is embarrassing enough,” Potter said, pressing his body against Draco’s. “So, you still haven’t answered my question. Would you kiss me again?”

Instead of answering, Draco made a deep gurgling sound at the back of his throat. Before Potter had the chance to comment on it, Draco grabbed his face with both hands and started kissing him like he had wanted to for as long as he could remember.

“I swear to Merlin, if you take back what you just told me and we go back to being friends, I’m going to hex your testicles off,” he growled against Potter’s lips.

“Oh, I think we can make use of them in a much better way,” Potter chuckled, burying his hands in Draco’s hair. Draco groaned. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. After all this time. Finally!

Is Trump Unraveling?

Last week, Senator Bob Corker, the Republican chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, charged in an interview with the New York Times that Trump was treating his office like “a reality show,” with reckless threats toward other countries that could set the nation “on the path to World War III.”

Corker said he was concerned about Trump. “He would have to concern anyone who cares about our nation,” Corker said, adding that “the vast majority of our caucus understands what we’re dealing with here … the volatility that we’re dealing with and the tremendous amount of work that it takes by people around him to keep him in the middle of the road.”

Corker’s interview was followed by a report from Gabriel Sherman of Vanity Fair, who wrote that the situation has gotten so out of control that Trump’s chief of staff, John Kelly, and Secretary of Defense Jim Mattis have discussed ways to stop Trump should he order a nuclear attack. Kelly has tried to keep Trump focused by intercepting outside phone calls to the White House and restricting access to the Oval Office. Many of Trump’s advisors believe he is “unstable” and “unravelling” quickly. 

Is Trump really unraveling? Are Republican leaders ready to pull the plug? I phoned an old friend, a Republican former member of Congress who keeps up with what’s going on. I scribbled notes as he talked:

Me: So what’s up? Is Corker alone, or are others also ready to call it quits with Trump? 

He: All I know is they’re simmering over there. 

Me: Flake and McCain have come pretty close. 

He: Yeah. Others are thinking about doing what Bob did. Sounding the alarm. They think Trump’s nuts. Unfit. Dangerous. 

Me: Well, they already knew that, didn’t they? 

He: But now it’s personal. It started with the Sessions stuff. Jeff was as loyal as they come. Trump’s crapping on him was like kicking your puppy. And then, you know, him beating up on Mitch for the Obamacare fiasco. And going after Flake and the others. 

Me: So they’re pissed off?

He: Not just that. I mean, they have thick hides. The personal stuff got them to notice all the other things. The wild stuff, like those threats to North Korea. Tillerson would leave tomorrow if he wasn’t so worried Trump would go nuclear, literally. 

Me: You think Trump is really thinking nuclear war?

He: Who knows what’s in his head? But I can tell you this. He’s not listening to anyone. Not a soul. He’s got the nuclear codes and, well, it scares the hell out of me. It’s starting to scare all of them. That’s really why Bob spoke up. 

Me: So what could they do? I mean, even if the whole Republican leadership was willing to say publicly he’s unfit to serve, what then?

He: Bingo! The emperor has no clothes. It’s a signal to everyone they can bail. Have to bail to save their skins. I mean, Trump could be the end of the whole goddam Republican party. 

Me: If he starts a nuclear war, that could be the end of everything. 

He: Yeah, right. So when they start bailing on him, the stage is set. 

Me: For what?

He: Impeachment. 25th amendment.

Me: You think Republicans would go that far? 

He: Not yet. Here’s the thing. They really want to get this tax bill through. That’s all they have going for them. They don’t want to face voters in ’18 or ’20 without something to show for it. They’re just praying Trump doesn’t do something really, really stupid before the tax bill.

Me: Like a nuclear war?

He: Look, all I can tell you is many of the people I talk with are getting freaked out. It’s not as if there’s any careful strategizing going on. Not like, well, do we balance the tax bill against nuclear war? No, no. They’re worried as hell. They’re also worried about Trump crazies, all the ignoramuses he’s stirred up. I mean, Roy Moore? How many more of them do you need to destroy the party? 

Me: So what’s gonna happen?

He: You got me. I’m just glad I’m not there anymore. Trump’s not just a moron. He’s a despicable human being. And he’s getting crazier. Paranoid. Unhinged. Everyone knows it. I mean, we’re in shit up to our eyeballs with this guy.

BTS REACTION: you wanting to be intimate with them but you’re too shy.

Jin

Jin sat awkwardly at the end of the sofa, you at the other end. You both decided to watch movies, but you were acting weird. It wasn’t like you didn’t know each other. He was your boyfriend after all. He just wanted you to be closer, even if it was just a tad closer. he cleared his throat, trying to earn a response from you.

nothing

he frowned. 

“y/n?” he asked. You looked over, meeting his sweet eyes.

“You’re a little far…” he said. You immediately became shy, cheeks turning a beat red color. 

“I-i..” you stuttered. A concerned look grew onto his face, and he pushed some of your hair out of your face, bringing you a little closer to him. Despite what you thought, his touch was comforting.

“You what jagi..” he whispered.

“Well.. you’re my first real relationship.. so I don’t.. I’m awkward when it comes to this stuff.. I wanna be close to you.. I just don’t know how? If that makes sense? It doesn’t..” you rambled. A soft smile formed on his lips.

“it makes perfect sense.. we’ll take it slow.. okay?” he asked. You nodded slowly. He sat back, putting his arm on the top of the sofa. You sat close to him, laying your head on his chest, earning a smile from Jin. 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga

Suga wasn’t the most affectionate person. Yes he kissed you, and held you’re hand. But that was about it. It was actually odd. But you didn’t mind because you weren’t used to being close to another person. You usually got irked by other people, which is probably why Yoongi liked you so much. He told you he was gonna drop by, but you didn’t know when that was gonna be. He was in the studio, and when it came to nights like that, you usually didn’t hear from him. You left a key for him under the mat, and began drifting off to sleep when you heard your door open. You looked up and saw a very sleepy yoongi at about 3 am.”

“baby?” you whispered. No response. He walked over to your bed, almost zombie like.

“yoongi..” you said. He laid in bed, pulling you close to him, and laying on your chest. He cuddled you, so he was close you. You tensed up, but eventually relaxed and got into the motions, running your fingers through his hair.

“i’ve had a long day..” he whispered.

“tell me about it..” you said. He began filling you in, making it an almost perfect night. While you grew comfortable, he felt content, because he knew he had broken through your hard exterior some how.

Originally posted by kpoop

J Hope

He was always confused. Every time he tried pulling you close, or kissing you when you two were in his room, you would shy away. You could tell he was confused, and decided to finally tell him how you felt. A confused look grew onto his face.

“That’s all? Jagiiiii” he teased. You groaned, swatting him away. He pulled you clsoe to him, kissing your face.

“That is absolutely pure and innocent I love it.. but you need to be comfortable with me.. I’m not going anywhere” he said. A smile grew onto your face.

“okay okay..” you said.

Originally posted by jaayhope

Rap Monster

He loved every part of you. He literally would love to just softly stroke your hand, or softly touch your cheek, just to simply see your cheeks flush. You were a piece of art that he loved to admire. But you never liked to be intimate with him, which was insanely concerning. One night, you bother sat in the studio and he sighed, sitting back. He felt flustered and confused. You could see him getting frustrated. He was tired, and overworked. 

“baby?” you whispered. 

“hmm” he replied, rubbing his templed.

“are you okay?” you asked.

“no.. baby i’m not” he said.

“can I help with anything?” you asked. 

“Can you just come sit on my lap please.. I just wanna hold you..” he said, looking over at you. Your cheeks lit up.

“i-i.. I meant like a water or something..” you stuttered. He sighed, looking at his computer. 

“Right.. I’m fine.” he mumbled. You immediately felt bad.

“joon…” you whispered, walking over to him. 

“no y/n it’s fine..” he mumbled. 

“i’m.. just not as experienced or anything.. you know you’re my first serious relationship.. I’m not used to doing things like that..” you whispered. You knew at time you were absolutely ridiculous and distant from him. He had every right to be upset. But guilt struck him. He had completely forgotten about that. 

“it’s okay baby..” he whispered, softly kissing your hand. You shyly made your way around him, sitting on his lap. All the tension in his body seemed to evaporate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his head to your chest, and softly made circles in his hair. 

“i’m just tired..” he whispered.

“I know..”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Jimin

Jimin planned a whole candle lit picnic to celebrate your month of being together. It was the sweetest gesture that anyone could’ve possibly done for you. After dinner, you sat across from him feeling fully of glee. 

“Thank you for everything Jimin..” you said. He smiled at you. 

“anything for you.. can I have a kiss?” he asked. Your cheeks immediately heated up. You were still insanely shy with Jimin, simply because he was well….

Jimin

“y/n?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I.. um..” you stuttered and he gave you a small smile.

“I just.. Jimin you’re so.. yoouuuuuuu. You make me nervous..” you groaned, causing him to chuckle. 

“stop.. I’m normal.. you know me.. you don’t have to be shy with me” he said. You smiled softly, moving closer to him. 

“I don’t?” you asked. He shook his head, bringing his face closer to yours.

“nope.” he whispered. You closed the space between the two of you, by placing your plump lips against his. 

Originally posted by jiyoongis

V/Taehyung

Thunder roared from outside your window. You jumped slightly, causing your boyfriend concern. 

“jagiyaa? you okay?” he asked. You nodded, immediately lying to your boyfriend. You knew if you said you were scared, he would wanna cuddle you which terrified you. You wanted to cuddle with him, but you were genuinely scared to simply because of how inexperienced you were. 

“you’re lying” he said. You ran your fingers through your hair uncomfortably. 

“jagi come here.” he cooed, immediately pulling you close to him. You seemed o relax, causing him to smile. 

“see..” he said, kissing your temple. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jungkook

Jungkook was shy, everyone knew that. But the only exception was you. He was the one to always initiate kisses with you, and cuddles. You were always insanely shy around him. 

“why are you so shy around me?” he asked out of the blue. Your cheeks heated up, and you took a deep breath.

“my ex wasn’t so kind to my kookie.. He was always harsh and cold to me.. so I just assumed everyone was like that… I’m experienced in a way honestly..” you whispered. Kookie’s jaw dropped and he pulled you to him.

“i would never do that to you.” he cooed

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

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BTS Reaction: Waking up from a nightmare involving you (request)

Jin/Seokjin:

He checked his phone, Y/N was still not home, even though he had called multiple times. Asking what’s taking so long, they should’ve been home one hour ago. 

Suddenly the phone rings and he throws himself onto it, he read Y/N and his fingers quickly swiped answer. 

“Jagi? Where are you?!” he yelled desperately through the phone. 

“Help me…” your voice was weak and barely over a whisper. His blood turned cold and he froze up. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again a cold voice answered.

“If you want your little jagi back, be sure to be here in 30 minutes” the voice said and ended the call. Jin didn’t have time to think and ran out the door. The phone dinged, showing he got a text message. It told him the address and Jin had probably never drove so fast in his entire life.

There was still 5 minutes when he arrived to the abandoned factory. 

“Come out you bastard!” he yelled, looking everywhere for any sign of life.

“…I’m glad you could come…” the voice said, suddenly your body was in front of him. “Y/N!” Jin yelled as he ran towards your body. 

“don’t… come… clos-” you croaked forward, your face panicked.  But before he could reach you a gunshot was heard. 

He stared at you with big eyes as the blood started pouring.

“Now it’s your turn” the voice said from behind and another gunshot was heard. 

-

Jin jerked up, wide awake, sweating and with ragged breath. “Was that just a dream? It had to be… Right Y/N?” he asked and turned to your side of the bed, just to find you not there “Y/N?” he asked starting to get panicked again. 

He quickly got up from the bed and started to put on his clothes as he called you with the other hand “Y/N!” he yelled through the apartment. 

“Yes?” you asked from the kitchen and Jin fell to the ground. As your hear all the ruckus you decided to walk out just to find your boyfriend on the floor with his pants sloppily pulled on. “Jin?” you asked getting a bit worried, he looked like he had ran an entire marathon.

“You’re safe” he whispered as you crouched beside him “You’re safe” he repeated and then hugged you.

Originally posted by yoongichii

Suga/Min Yoongi:

“Yoongi, I can’t do this anymore.” There was not an ounce of pain in her voice.

“What?!? Why?!?”

“Are you stupid or something?”

“No! I thought things were great between us! Why do you want to end this?”

“Because I am tired of coming second to your music… Even if I did come first, I don’t love you anymore. I don’t think I ever really did.”

She was expressionless as she walked out of his room. It wasn’t until he heard door shut that he could move his body again and he ran to the door. When he opened it, she was nowhere in sight.

-

He woke up instantly. “Y/n?” he called out, but there was no one to respond considering that he woke up alone in the studio.

He sat up in a daze, his lyrics notes stuck to his cheeks. “Was that real?” he asked himself. He pulled his phone out and gave Y/n a call. She didn’t answer, so he called again… and again… and again. Every time he called, he only got her voicemail.

“Oh no.”

He jumped out of his chair and made his way to the apartment he shared with y/n.

“Did she really leave? That was just a dream…Right? No, she didn’t leave me… but it felt so real and we did fight over y schedule last week… I need to find her.”

He opened the front door and found y/n knocked out on the couch in front of the tv. It was a scene that both relieved his mind and broke his heart. Sure he was glad that Y/n was there, but he knew she was waiting for him. She probably stayed up hours just to see him a bit before bed. It didn’t hit him till now that a great person like y/n should deserve a relationship where she should go so much out of her way to try and see him a bit more in the day. 

He went up to her, gently waking her up. “Babe, wake up.” he whispered.

Keeping her eyes closed, she made a grumpy face and pushed his arms away. It was a move that made him second guess if the dream really was just a dream.

“Y/n, wake up. You can’t stay asleep on the couch.” 

It took a while, but eventually he got her to wake up. “Yoongi? What time is it?”

“3 am… What are you doing on the couch?”

She rubbed her eyes. “You said you would be home by 11. I was staying up till you got back.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked nervously.

“No, why?” she yawned

“Because I wasn’t home when I said I would be.”

“I just figured you got busy.”

He saw down next to her and held her tight. “I love you.” he said. It felt nice when she placed her sleepy head on his chest.

“Me too”

“I’m sorry y/n, this wont happen again okay. I promise that I come home ever night.” 

She looked up at him. She was so tired her eyes were barely open. “Ok, but can we go to bad now?”

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Jhope/Jung Hoseok:

“I don’t like this Y/N” he said as he hugged your arm tighter. You were back down in the reptile room of the zoo, because you had to pass it to get back to the food court. 

“I know jagi, but they won’t hurt you. They’re behind glass, they can’t do anything. See?” you said and put your hand towards one of the glasses. Just to find it not there anymore. Your eyes grew big as you got pulled into the snake habitat by one of the big snakes.

“Y/N!” he yelled as he saw you getting pulled deeper into the forest like room. He hesitated a bit, the snakes on the ground were looking at him hungrily. Or at least that’s what he thought. 

“HOBI!” your shrill voice rang, snapping him out of confusion. He stepped into the habitat, and jumped and screamed a bit as a snake slithered over his foot. You yelled again and he closed his eyes focusing. “Come on, you have to save Y/N” he then started sprinting into the habitat, into the green leaves. Ignoring all the snakes, and only focusing on getting to you. 

He didn’t have to run for long before he could see your shirt. He quickly ran there, but just as you made eye contact with each other, the ground beneath him disappeared. “Y/N!” he yelled as he fell down the pit. A snake pit.

The last thing he saw before getting covered in snakes were you getting wrapped up by a giant snake.

-

“AAAAAAAAAH” he yelled as he felt something touch his arm. His arms were flailing all over the place, trying to protect him from the snakes. 

“HOBI!” you yelled again since he seemed to not have heard you before. You tried to pin his arms down, while watching out so you wouldn’t get hit by a flying hand.

This time he heard you “Y/n?” he asked and opened his eyes to see you hovering over him. “Y/N!” he yelled relieved. And that’s when he started to cry. He hugged you close to him, breathing in your smell.

“It’s okay, it was just a bad dream” you say stroking your hand over his back. As he calmed down a bit he sat back and dried his face a bit.

“I thought I lost you” 

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Rap monster/Kim Namjoon:

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a midnight snack.

“Y/n! Y/n!” you could hear your boyfriend calling out to you.

“Over here!”

You heard practically every door in the hallway open and close. “No, babe, the kitchen!” you called out.

Soon he appeared in the kitchen, waddling as fast as his tired body could move him. “Y/n, you are okay!” he hugged you tightly.

“Of course I am. What’s with you?” you asked, giving him a ‘weirdo’ face.

He didn’t answer your question, he just gave you a kiss, still holding you as tight as he could.

“Babe, why are you being weird?”

“I had a bad dream.” he whimpered.

“What did you dream about?”

He shook his head.

“C’mon, tell me. Letting it out will make you feel better.”

He let out a deep sigh. “… I dreamt that a giant 20 foot Ryan was chasing you in this skyscraper and I was trying to save you and he chased you all the way to the roof and he pushed you off and I couldn’t get to you in time.”

“A giant Ryan?” you giggled.

“Baby, it’s not funny! I was so sad and scared when I woke up and you weren’t next to me. I thought I really lost you!”

“Namjoon, it was a stupid dream. You dreamt that a giant Ryan was chasing me and pushed me off a roof.”

Rap monster laughed a bit. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds stupid.”

“Go back to sleep. I’ll go to bed when I am done eating.”

“Nope, I’m not letting go of you until you come back to bed with me.”

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jimin/Park Jimin:

[Missed calls from Jagi: 3]

>> [3:17 am] I can’t do this anymore Jimin

>> [3:17 am] Help me. I can’t take it.

>> [3:18 am] I’m sorry. I loved you.

<< [4:53 am] Why aren’t you answering your phone?

<< [4:53 am] What do you mean loved me??

<< [4:54 am] Jagi?

He called again hoping for Y/N to answer but to no avail. It went straight into voicemail. Y/N had been acting weird for a while, and he did not feel good about this. “What does she mean by ‘loved?’” 

“Where are you going?” Suga yelled after him as he left the dorm “I have to find Y/N” he yelled back as he hurried to get to your shared apartment. As he was driving he’d call you over and over again. 

“Why aren’t you answering?” he’d start to panic slowly. “Y/N is okay Jimin, calm down. Just drive there safely, and you’ll be there in no time. Everything will be okay. You’re just overreacting” he tried to tell himself. 

He finally arrived to your apartment and he wasted no time to run there. “Y/N open the door!” he yelled as he knocked on it. He could hear the TV was on, maybe you were just asleep? 

He fumbled with the extra keys he had to get the door open. Maybe you were just asleep? Maybe you saw a bad movie and fell asleep on the couch? That must be it.

“Jagi?” he asked as he walked over to your limp body on the couch. Your phone was on the table, and in your hand you had an empty bottle of pills. As he saw the bottle he felt sick to his stomach. “No no no no no” he repeated as he tried for your pulse. But it wasn’t there. He quickly let go of your cold wrist, tears already streaming down his cheeks. He let out a scream of agony.

He screamed as he woke up, tears streaming down his face as he breathed heavily. He reach out to the spot next to him, but he didn’t fell y/n there. Her side of the bed was empty. “Where is Y/N?” This couldn’t be real. It was just a dream, it had to have been  dream. He panicked and jumped out of bed to search for her through the apartment. 

The living room was empty, but he became even more alert when he heard something from the kitchen. It sounded awfully a lot like pills. “No!” he yelled as he ran into the kitchen to see her putting something small and round into her mouth. He quickly ran to her and pulled her hand from her face.

“Jimin, what the fuck?!” she mumbled, a mouth full of whatever it was.

“Spit that out!”

“What?!?”

“Y/n spit that out!” he cried.

She didn’t, she just chewed what was in her mouth while staring at him as if he were crazy. “Babe, I’m just eating a snack.”

“Snack? Eating? Wh- What are you eating?” 

She didn’t answer, she just held out the package of M&M’s. “What is going on? Whats with you?”

He couldn’t help but feel so stupid as he let out a little chuckle and sighed in relief. “Nothing jagi, nothing”

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

V/Kim Taehyung:

He felt warm sun on his skin. Y/n was next to him on the standing staring at the calm ocean.

“Let’s go swimming?” she suggested

He looked around the beach, not a soul in sight. “Yeah, just you and me!” he smiled.

They walked into the refreshing water, letting the small waves rock them a bit. 

“Tae, let’s go in deeper.” They did so, the water going up to their waists. “Deeper!” she smiled pulling him deeper until the water was up to their shoulders.

“Maybe we should go a bit closer to shore.” He said, getting a bad feeling in his stomach for some reason.

Y/n pouted. “But I want to float. Let’s go further.” 

He couldn’t say no to her. He let her pull his further away from the beach. Now they were in water so deep, he couldn’t feel the sand under his feet any more. He looked back to shore and it looked like if it were miles away.

“Tae, let’s play again!” she said with excitement. “Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest. 

“Ok”

At the same time they dunked their heads underwater. He barely held his breath for 45 second when he came back for air. Y/n wasn’t up yet, so he waited. Another 30 seconds went by and she hadn’t come up yet. “Wow she can hold her breath for a long time.”

Another 30 second went by and that’s when panic set in. He swung out his limbs, to try and feel for her in the dark water. “Y/n? Y/n?!?” He swam around, trying to feel for her, but he couldn’t find her

He dunk his head under water again. He didn’t care how much the salt water hurt his yes, he kept them open as he tried to look for her, just to see nothing.

-

He woke up gasping for air. “Y/n?!? Y/n?!?”

“What?!? Tae, what happened?!?” you freaked, running out of the restroom, fresh out of the shower.

“Y/n, you’re out of the ocean!” he shouted as he jumped out of bed and practically tackled you with a hug.

“Tae, what ocean?”

“We- We were at he beach and we went into the water and- and we held our breath under water and- and-and you never came back up!” he whimpered.

“Tae, calm down. It was only a dream.” you said softly.

“Dream? Dream…” he said to himself, looking around the place and realizing he was in their bedroom. He let out a deep breath and smiled. “I was so scared I thought it was real.”

You hugged him tight, trying to calm him down, rubbing his back and giving him light kisses on his neck. “It’s okay baby, I’m fine. Go back to bed. I’m going to dry my hair before I lay down.”

“Nope!” He said pulling you to the bed with him.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:

“I’m right here Jungkook!” The demonic doll screamed 

He quickly grabbed y/n’s hand and dragged her away, both of them running down the hall to the stairs.

“You can’t run from me!” he could hear the evil voice as if the doll was right behind him

“Y/n, let’s run faster!” he tugged on her arm and helped her run as fast as him.

They made it down stairs and they went to the back door. He swung open his last door to escape through to see the doll already there waiting for him. “You can’t leave Jungkook!”

He screamed. “Y/n, turn around!” He spun around, but y/n wasn’t behind him. Instead he came face to face with the doll.

“I got you Jungkook!”

-

“Agggghhhh!” He shot up in bed in a cold sweat. He felt out of breath as if he really was running. “Y/n?” immediately he looked all over the dark room for her.

“Baby shhhhhhhh!” y/n groaned in a zombie voice.

“Jagi!” a rush of relief hit him that it really was just a dream. He practically pounced on her, holding her tight. “Thank goodness you are okay!”

“Agh! Jungkook, get off!” he whined. She pushed him off, sat up and turned on the lamp on the night stand. She glared back at him with squinting eyes and a head of bushy hair. “Jungkook, the fuck? I’m trying to sleep.”

He didn’t care how grumpy she was, he was just glad none of it was real. He hugged her again, resting his chine on her head. “Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you. It was just a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?” To his surprise, Y/n started laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ha! Cuz let me guess, you dreamt about the scary movie we saw before bed, the one you made me see with you?”

“…Maybe…”

She started laughing harder. “Aish, Jungkook you made me watch that movie in hopes of getting me scared to get me to cuddle you, but here you are having nightmares.”

“Hey! The movie was scary okay!”

Y/n took a look at her phone. “Baby, it’s 3am, let’s go back to sleep. You have practice in the morning.”

“But I don’t think I can sleep.” he pouted

She cupped his face, looking at him with tired eyes. “Baby, it was just a dream okay? A nightmare is one thing, but imagine how scary your choreographer is going to be tomorrow when you are too tired to pay attention in practice.”

“Ugh, you’re right.”

“I know I am. I’m always right.” she kissed his forehead. “Now sleep.” She turned around to turn the lamp off.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“… Can you leave the light on?”

She laughed again, resting her head on her pillow. “Night, love you.” she yawned

“I  love you. Night.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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i’ve got the iron man bts playing on TV as background noise and i just rewatched a part where rdj is describing a moment of gratitude he felt while shooting iron man. and he was just like sitting on this chair kind of curled up and leaning on his side supporting his head on his hand and he just stops and sighs and says “wow. tony stark” or something. with the dreamiest fucking smile i have ever witnessed in my entire life!!! and honestly that right there is the exact reason why there’s literally not a single person on the cosmos who deserves to be creatively associated with tony stark more than him

Two Months

Request: friend zoning shawn to the point where he is begging to get out #request but rly u were too scared to let shawn in

a/n: HI!! i’ve been working on this one for quite a while and it’s finally done!! yay!!! thanks for being so patient with me everytime i pushed the upload date back lol but anyway, i hope you enjoy!! random side note - my family and i ate 5 pounds of potatoes at dinner tonight lol 

okay now enjoy reading and tell me what you think when you’re done!!

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- 8 months ago –

          Most people would think that sitting in a back room would be the most unentertaining thing in the world.  But when this back room happens to be filled with three of your closest, and backstage at the LA Staples center, a back room sounds more entertaining than any other room.

           “How long did he say the meet and greet lasted?”  Brian piped up as he threw a red skittle up into the air.  The skittle bounced off his nose and landed on the ground.

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Seokjin

I think Jin would be soooo fucking spaced out for a minute - to the point he forgot where tf he was. Breathing heavily after you just finished rocking his world, he couldn’t even feel his body anymore, he was in the spirit realm now. It took a good five minutes for him to catch his breath, and come back down to earth, when he slowly directed his attention to your also sweaty figure - speechless

“Marry me…”

Yoongi 

Yoongi would be on cloud 3000 after this particular orgasm. Not only was it the hardest he had ever came, he hated to admit it, but you being dominate was definitely something he’d consider from now on for the future. From handcuffs, to orgasm-denial, all the way down to a vibrating cock ring, he thought you were planning on torturing him all night - and that’s exactly what you did. 

After finally giving him what he begged for after two whole hours, you were 67% sure that he shot out almost half of his children onto the bed sheets and his stomach. 

Dude didn’t even say anything afterwards, because lord knows he’d pass tf out after something like that. But, hey, actions do speak louder than words.

Namjoon

Don’t even get me started with this man. After an intense orgasm, give him about two minutes to be up and ready for a round two - I bet money on it.

Y’all could have just got done fucking each other from the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the window, to the wall - it didn’t matter -  Namjoon, I imagine, has the hIGHEST sex drive a human being could ever endure. You could have just got done riding him like a stallion, and all this man will need right after cumming damn near everything he had is some water. He’ll be right as rain, after that. 

“Break time’s over; face down, ass up, jagiya.” 

Hoseok

It would be a silent staring contest between the two of you, as you enjoyed your high together. It was your honeymoon, and just his luck he happened to marry the kinkiest little shit in the universe. I don’t think he would even have enough energy for a round two, not after how well you just treated him, that first round felt like thirty. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You breathlessly ask.

Hoseok would slowly glare at you, as he finally found his words. “There is no way in hell that you were a virgin before all this.”

“Hobi, I was a virgi-” 

“wHy tHe fuCk yOu LyINg.” 

Jimin

Another one who would be completely fucked out and in the spirit realm, possibly chilling with Jin. He knew that he just had the most intense orgasm of his life because even when you pulled off him, he was still going! Load after load just streaming out of him, like a faucet, coating his stomach and thighs as he laid on his back in pure bliss. 

“Damn, jagi, I might be the one who won’t be able to walk in the morning!” 

Taehyung 

He would be so proud of you; daddy’s little girl came a long way to where you were the one who had to give the aftercare for once, and he was stuck on his back in exhaustion while staring up at you in awe. If anything, you just made him add another reason to the list on why he should just wife you, already. Prepare to get praised and rewarded for the rest of the night.

“Did I do good, daddy?” 

Taehyung would look up at you slowly, his eyes piercing into yours. As a slow smirk would creep on his face, he’d grin at you slyly, and say: 

“Ready for round two?”

“But, isn’t daddy tired?” You would tilt your head in concern, only for him to gesture to his face before winking. 

“My mouth isn’t.~”  

Jungkook

Honestly, would be JungShook. Like, the two of you had sweat so much that the sheets looked like they just got done going through the washing machine. 

In other words, they were drenched

He’d be so shook, Jungkook would still be whimpering as you continued to ride him to help him through his high - body twitching so much from over-sensitivity that you had to hold him down by his shoulders. After calming down a little, you’d start whispering praises in his ear, soothing him by combing your fingers through his damp hair, while his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. 

“J-Jagi, you feel so good wrapped around me. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop..!” 

And thus, would work him up to the point a round two would commence. 

BTS REACTION: YOU BEING OBSESSED WITH THEIR NECK(KISSING THEM, MARKING IT, ETC)

“Jin

  • Jin would be confused. He sees you as his little princess, so the thought of you loving his neck is like ???? to him. But he loves making you happy, plus it feels good. 
  • “yaaa jagiii why do you like my neck so much?”

Originally posted by kawaiimoonlight

Suga

  • THIS MAN WOULD TURN INTO DADDDDYYYYYYY. 
  • He loves the feeling of your teeth softly nibbling at his neck, and your lips agaisnt them. 
  • You often got him to moan one of those raspy ass growl moans from the back of his throat. (FUCKKKKK)
  • “fuck y/n”

Originally posted by iloveyoo-ngi

J Hope

  • J Hope would act like he wants you to be pure butttttttt he loves it.
  • Every time you do it, he would throw his head back, and softly say your name. 
  • “I don’t know how my innocent flower is so capable of doing this.”

Originally posted by yourjhopeobsessed

Rap Monster

  • DADDY ONCE MORE.
  • It turns him on sooooo much. 
  • He’d slowly tug on his bottom lip with his teeth, trying to compose himself till you push him to the edge. 
  • “why do you like my neck so much? Actually I don’t wanna know.. come here”

Originally posted by je0n

Jimin

  • He would blush
  • He actually loves it.
  • Little baby
  • “yaaa y/n that tickles”
  • “you’re so strange baby” 
  • you’d then shy away and he’d feel bad.
  • “no no come here. I love your kisses.”

Originally posted by amsimaria

V/Taehyung

  • UNFFFF THIS MANS NECK IS MY ACTUAL KINK?????
  • He loves it. 
  • Returns the kisses often.
  • Once he feels your lips against his neck, he’d shift his head so you had move room to pepper kisses on. 
  • “jagi.. I love your lips man..”

Originally posted by celinet7

Jungkook

  • Like V, he would love it.
  • It wouldn’t be sexual though.
  • Your lips relax the shit out of him.
  • You don’t do it in a sexual manner either, it’s more of a comfort thing.
  • Everytime he’s stressed, and he’d feel you wrap your arms around him, and place your lips on his neck he’d automatically relax.
  • “I love you..”

Originally posted by nochujungkookie

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~lia

anonymous asked:

Your thoughts on Matt???

I had to find an appropriate picture of Matt to express my undying adoration for this person because oh my fucking god.

The Holts are confirmed for, first, an entire family of unbelievable goddamn nerds and I say this with the greatest and warmest love in my heart. They are also confirmed for an entire dang family of Slytherins, jesus Matt.

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Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, teasing you with his scruff and lips when he knows you fantasize about him and in return you show him how dirty you can and have been for him.

Related to these: Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous when he sees a guy leave your house in the morning when your parents are gone on a trip.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, implying there are more things he can to you than the boy you had over a few days ago. And going into detail.

Imagine changing in your room while your neighbor, Dean Winchester, is watching from his own window.

Imagine going for a swim in a bikini to tease your neighbor, Dean Winchester, who has been doing the same all day.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, suggesting all the things he can do to you in return to you implying the things you want him to do when your parents are gone. 

You knew you should appreciate the small break he had given you, but you were too busy missing him. You were a masochist, that was the only way you could describe it. Because when he was here you couldn’t stand to be close to him for fear of just being unable to hold yourself back and kissing the life out of him or… doing much worse after all the sexual tension he kept building between the two of you. And when he was gone for three weeks to help his brother with moving in – or at least that’s what your mother had told you – you were an idiot spending time thinking about him and how you missed seeing him next door and, hell, even that sexual frustration that he brought up with teasing you. You were almost counting down the days until he was back.

What an idiot you were. An idiot and a masochist, those two words could describe you perfectly so.

“Coming!” you shouted at whoever was on the other side of the door. You had been perfectly happy snuggling with your blankets, wearing his flannel, and thinking about how much you missed him until the doorbell rung and you had be rudely interrupted.

“Hello?” you breathed out, almost even before opening the door and realizing who it was, but when you did all air got knocked out of your lungs.

“Hey” a boyish grin formed on his lips that made him look so much younger every time but now it just… wouldn’t do it because of-

“H-Hey” you stuttered, blinking “Oh uh Mr- Mr Winchester, I thought you were-” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat “With your brother, gone for uhm until the end of the week?”

“Oh uh yeah” he chuckled, licking his lips “We finished early, I mean I put a little more effort to get back soon and now here I am. Couldn’t stay very long away from you.” he winked and your heart did a flip “Missed me?” he smirked and you couldn’t even stop yourself to think.

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BMC songs in a nutshell

Jeremy’s Theme: get ready for a bitchin’ musical my guys 

More Than Survive: life sucks for a sweaty awkward nerdy high school Junior  + WOW LOOK AT ALL THESE CHARACTERS

I Love Play Rehearsal: the theme song for theater kids everywhere

The Squip Song: buy some fuckin Japanese drugs Jeremy 

Two-Player Game: did someone say boyf riends moments? got u fam

The Squip Enters: *pterodactyl screeching*

Be More Chill (Pt. 1): the Squip is an asshole (pt. 1)

Do You Wanna Ride?: I wANT YOU TO FUCK ME, JERRY.

Be More Chill (Pt. 2): the Squip is an asshole (pt. 2)

More Than Survive (Reprise): stop touching yourself Jeremy

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into: hA PLOT TWIST ITS NOT YOU

The Squip Lurks: *various sci-fi noises*

Upgrade: this entire song but every time they say “upgrade” it gets faster + bye Michael lol

Halloween: THIS PARTY IS GONNA BE LIT

Do You Wanna Hang?: GET OFF OF HIM CHLOE

Michael In The Bathroom: god dammit Jeremy look what you did now the animators are gonna have to draw all these tears

The Smartphone Hour (Rich Set A Fire): UPDATE: THE PARTY GOT TOO LIT

The Pitiful Children: lets go drug some children

The Pants Song: gay Ecuadorian boy sings with his future father-in-law about pants

The Play: lets go un-drug some children

Voices In My Head: nerdy high schooler gets with the girl he likes + the supercomputer is fucking dead