"If you continue your attempts at flirting, I will be forced to take DRASTIC measures."
"I like watching you from behind."
"Stunning deduction sherlock."
*demonic voice* "by the darkest sun that casts its menacing rays of the furthest madness, we sense your intentions, (name). the gibbering of mad cultists whisper wicked words to temporal winds, they inform us that you are not to be trusted. Usurper. Usurper."
"I've heard a lot about you and your extensive collection of tank tops, like I'm thinking about getting like 10 more."
"Calm down little dude."
"the fear of drowning is a primal one. it's a feeling of helplessness, of losing all control. struggling against an inevitable fate as your lungs fill with water..."
"I don't need a piece of paper to tell me how to swim or how to fuck Dean Winchester."
"You know I had a dream like this once, you surprisingly had more clothes on, though, at least at the start."
"ten bucks says he dies."
"I'm gonna go run my feelings off."
"Yeah it didn't work out... for them."
"I have to go scream confusing, end-of-the-world ramblings at people under the freeway."
"I feel like I should argue this, but the potential for implied sexual antics is far too appealing."
"do not be alarmed! I am about to be hilarious."
"Maybe you should stop dragging me to these rap battles then!"
"I WANT YOU TO SHARE THE THINGS IN MY LIFE THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME!"
"I was under the impression there would be implied sexual antics, time to take matters into my own hands!"
"This feels a little exploitative."
"I need a soda. Or therapy. Probably both."
"Yeah it started because K-pop concert security is tougher than it looks but I just got hooked on the feeling of crushing someones face in with a solid right cross."
"sHHSHHshhshhhhh shut up shut up! shh I SMELL BOYS BEING GAY."
"Excuse me I am trying to scream my feelings into your mouth!"
"That wasn't hot... it was just fucking weird..."
"It's not what I would have you in, but I do appreciate beauty in all its many forms. mostly that cute booty though."
"hey, the heart wants what the heart wants."
"It may be hard to believe, but recently I lost the ability to read."
"Just because you can't read the words, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the book in a different way."
"boom! done. advice over. let's go get shitfaced!"
"Alright I brought the bitch-board for (name)."
"Alright let's call it what it is, a sissy paddle."
"calm down (name) we weren't talking about your internet search history."
"MY SWEET BABY SWAM!"
"didn't we make a pact to stop her from doing this weeb shit?"
"this better not be anymore or (name)'s weird porn!"
"Please call the police, because I look so good in this it should be against the law! uh, don't actually call the police though, I WILL incriminate all of you."
"Yeah but didn't they train on those islands where all those teenagers were killed? ...and those witch burnings happened? ...and all that toxic waste was spilled?"
"if you die, I get fired and I like this job. people don't ask questions here."
"fish-men walk among us. conquerers of land, BORN FROM THE OCEAN--"
"I don't need him to make weird pornography, I have prawns for that."
"Finally moving out, son? I'd like to say it's been fun. I'd like to. But I won't."
"hey check me out! I'm on a bout!"
"Sit down and stop making 2009 references!"
"nah, I scream enough at the unforgiving void of space."
"DON'T STEAL MY BONES!"
"You know, the ocean goblin? He lives in the ocean and if you don't brush your teeth he steals your bones."
"Ok I'm done for the day. If anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the tent looking at weird porn."
"Hey, you miss every ball you don't hit."
"You say 'you people' like you're not part of the family. I've got some news for you, you're already on the christmas card."
"You think these antics would fly at the german club?"
"brush your teeth, kid."
"Can you hear it? the ocean... it wants blood."
"I'm the best damn shot we've got."
"You know, when I was a kid, before my dad got hit by that train, he said, '(name) don't let your friends swim out into the ocean and get stranded on the haunted island of camp kill-a-teen.' and here we are... stranded on the... haunted island of camp kill-a-teen..."
"hey tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass!"
"It's fine, baby, if you get scared you can squeeze my hand."
"now let's make like scooby-doo and split up to find a clue."
"In 1991 a case was discovered where a man had the remains of over fifteen victims hidden in his apartment, over 40% of which were stored within his refrigerator. do you know how unsanitary that is?"
"you're so cute when you never shut up. Now shut up."
"all hail decision cube!"
"that's when you started walking on the wild side, right?"
"I AM NOT SOME PETTY CRIMINAL!"
"Does anyone want to hear my tragic backstory?"
"Bed? But what about possible axe-murderers?"
"And we solved the curse of the island, and realized that the real axe murderer was love, all along."
"It was a good night for all of us, let's spend more nights in abandoned lighthouses."
"That hottie from the track team is here and I wanna ask politely is he wants to get rowdy in the back of my dad's Prius."
Warnings: none Requested: yes A/N: this is short but I didn’t really know how to elaborate :(
“Alright girls, now we have possibly our last game of the season tomorrow night, so we have to look our best and finish the season with a boom.” Cheryl Blossom, head of the cheerleading squad spoke in her cringy, ear-piercing voice. She disgusted me in every sense, and ever since Jason’s death she had become more annoying, using his murder to get out of things. I glanced over at the bleachers where Jughead was hiding, just like every practice. He always came to watch me secretly, and it made my heart flutter. He knew I hated Cheryl and whenever she would go off on a tangent about something Jughead would always mock her, making me giggle.
Request Summary: Negan is out with a few of his men and finds this girl in a forest. She’s really anxious and on edge and whenever there is a walker or one of Negan’s men tries to touch her she is all jumpy (and maybe hides behind Negan’s back and stuff)
Okay I’m gonna give a crack at this. I was originally going to do it in Negan’s POV but I couldn’t get it right. I’m happy with the way it turned out in the Readers POV. Sorry it’s short. Thank you for the request! :D
I woke from the dreams of my past. A simpler happier time where you didn’t have to worry about dead people eating your face off. Something that seemed like a dream now. Giving the reality we live in.
Or maybe I woke up to the loud footsteps and laughing. I sat up in the small barely standing tent. Pulling on my boots I quickly settled in a crouched position ready for a fight if they came this way. Going off how loud they were they most likely were close.
“Did you find any Goddamn thing yet?” Asked a loud booming voice making my heart want to jump out of my chest.
The grip on my small pocket knife tightening. I would have much preferred the gun I had a few days ago but it was empty. No good to me other than a blunt weapon.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Requested: Yes [Hello,first I wanted to let you know that I love your blog and second,could you please do a reader x Draco (Hufflepuff reader if possible )imagine based on the song helpless from the Hamilton musical(probably my favorite song)BUT with Draco being the “singer"like the song being his point of view(replacing the sister things by crabble or goyle and skipping the marriage thing or poor stuff if you want idk it is your choice)Thanks💚 > from anon <]
———————————————–––——— ‘I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight’
Draco sat on the sidelines of the Yule ball, sipping punch and glaring at his friends. Crabbe and Goyle were dancing with two pretty girls while he sat in the shadows. He hadn’t come with a date, not knowing who to ask.
The drink was bitter and he sighed. This wasn’t how he envisioned his night going.
Then you walked in and my heart went boom! / Tryin’ to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom / Everybody’s dancin’ and the band’s top volume’
He saw her suddenly, her y/e/c eyes sparkling from across the room and her y/f/c dress flowing down her body. He was entranced.
“Crabbe, who is that? I want to make her mine.” Draco asked hoarsely. Crabbe grinned.
“That’s, Y/N. Hold on.”
“My friend made his way across the room to you / And I got nervous, thinking “what’s he gonna do?”’
"Y/N, I’m about to change your life.” Crabbe said as he led the girl closer to where Draco was waiting. He had set his drink down, hands shaking slightly. He couldn’t help thinking that maybe Crabbe was stealing you from him already.
"Draco Malfoy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached to kiss her hand and she smiled.
"Malfoy?” she asked lightly, a laugh breaking from her perfect lips. Draco suddenly didn’t know how to speak with her standing before him.
"My friend.” Crabbe nodded. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Draco and Y/N smiled at each other, and the rest was history.
‘One week later, I’m writin’ a letter nightly / Now my life gets better every letter that you write me’
Draco couldn’t forget that magical night. He had danced with Y/N for the rest of the night, sharing secrets and talking about random little things. And when the night was over, he had kissed her in front of her common room door and promised to speak to her. Draco couldn’t leave her be.
He soon realized that as a Y/H, they didn’t share many classes together, so he started writing her letters. He knew his way with words. It was the only way he could truly express his feelings.
He never knew if anything he wrote made sense, but she must have understood something he was writing because two weeks later they were dating after he asked her father for his blessing.
‘I look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit / As long as I’m alive, Y/N, I swear to God you’ll never feel so helpless’
"I must have done something right,” Draco thought as he held her hand and stared into her endless, beautiful eyes.
And now three years later they were still just as in love as they were when they were kids. Draco wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Summary: Your best friend has gotten an VIP invitation to a Halloween Party at a hot night club. Though unwillingly, you became her plus one to the event. While attending the party, you come across the fastest rapper on Broadway.
Warning: Fake club name. Roll with it, people. I don’t live in New York(or wherever he frequents) and not much of a clubbing person. [Ten thousand awesome points if you can figure out some of the Hollywood U characters I mention.] Currently story dead at the moment and busted this story out.
“I don’t wanna.”
You face planted into the mound of pillows on your bed. Hair messy, still in pajamas and your best friend, Mallory, decides to break into your dorm screaming at the top of her lungs about a Halloween party.
Halloween. Huh. You forgot about today.
Which is a surprise since it’s your favorite holiday, considering that you’re a cosplayer and take the chance to try out a new costume on the public.
Mallory jumped on top of you, partially in her costume. Her normally white blonde hair was dyed bright pink at the ends and up in two pigtails. She was a bit on the bigger side, but she dressed however she liked. “Girl, I’m the best looking thing on the market,” she once told you.
And you had that quoted and hung above your bed in a frame.
She hopped up and down on your back as you cried out for her to get off of you. She smiled, getting off of you and straightening her leather dress. You rolled onto your side, taking in her outfit.
“What are you suppose to be? A biker chick?”
Mallory nodded, grabbing a tube of lipstick out of her leather boot. “Yup,” she answered, popping the p at the end. She swiped the dark purple lipstick on, surprisingly avoiding getting on the rest of her face.
Beauty of a makeup artist you suppose. “Not done yet. I’ll have the full outfit on when we leave tonight.”
You sat up in your bed, cocking an eyebrow at her. “I’m sorry. Did you say ‘we’? I just said-”
She placed a finger to your lips. “I heard you. But, see, you have no choice. It’s mandatory.”
At this, you furrowed your brows, pushing her hand away. “Did Mr. Fallogaway say this?”
“It’s mandatory by me!”
You rolled your eyes and promptly throwing your covers over your head. You turned your back from her, earning a groan from her.
“[F/Name]. I already put you on the V.I.P list.”
You shrugged, already drifting into another slumber. Your eyes almost closed before they pried open again. You threw the cover off of you, staring at her. “V.I.P?”
Mallory smirked. “Knew that would get you.”
Why did I agree to come?
You won’t lie that the thought of being a V.I.P. guest caught you by surprise, but after the hours of getting ready, you were honestly tired.
Mallory wouldn’t have any of your shit, though, and poured four cans of monster down your throat before leaving the dorms. You felt like you were going to die.
“This is going to be so much fun. You’ll meet some of the guys I work with here,” Mallory gushed. Mallory hopped on the balls of her feet, rambling of all the things you’ll see once inside. Not only was she studying cosmetology but was also in the process of becoming a producer for a music company. She’s currently a paid intern working with a famous-yet no so famous- rap group that she refuses to tell the name of.
You both flashed your passes, skipping the long line and heading straight into the ground shaking abyss.
Mallory immediately pulled you to the bathroom. You squeezed between gyrating bodies and a keg table before reaching the destination. She pushed open the door, revealing a few girls reapplying makeup.
A tall blonde wearing a pink and purple ballerina costume turned to both of you, a smile erupting on her face. “Mallory!”
“Addison!” The two squealed as they hugged each other. Another female with bright pink hair moved towards them wearing a rouge outfit with large blades on the back.
“See you’re rocking the pink hair there.” She fist bumped Mallory. Her light brown eyes fell on you. “So you must be [F/Name].?”
You reached out, shaking her hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
Mallory stepped beside you, introducing Lisa to you. Lisa smiled “I heard your vocals can beat mines. Got to see for myself one day. But right now I want to get out there and party!”
She sung the last word as she left the bathroom, Addison and a few other girls following behind her with waves to you.
You cracked a smile, turning to your best fiend. “I’m assuming they’re your coworkers?” She nodded before turning to the bathroom mirror.
“They frequent La Mochie when they have the free time. Not from here so we collaborate over Skype. Now let’s fix you up, my sexy little werewolf.”
After fixing makeup and the costumes, you both headed to the V.I.P. section of the club. On the way, since you had to slither through multiple bodies, you meet a few other of Mallory’s friends. Jefferson and Milo were twins who dressed up as the creepy sisters from The Shining. Eric was dressed up as The Phantom while Aria was Christine.
Holly stood in regular clothing with headphones in while she documented the party by taking pictures and videos for her next screenplay. Georgie, the manager of La Mochie, kissed both of Mallory’s cheeks when you reached the rope separated the section.
Once the curtain you pushed aside to get in close, you noticed how much mellower it was. Not by much, but still a bit calmer than the outside part.
The room was better lit, and you could finally take in the decorations that was put into the party. “ Ain’t it grand?” Mallory whispered in your ear. She then pointed out a few Big Names that were floating around like Snoop Dog, Chris Winters, The Rock, and Thomas Hunt who looked like he would be anywhere else but here.
You connected with him on a spiritual level.
His piercing eyes flicked towards you, causing you to duck your head and fiddle with the grey, faux fur skirt you. You heard Mallory sigh dreamily. “Even with that cold glare of his, he makes my heart go boom-boom.”
You groaned, earning laughter from her. She pulled you towards the dance floor where you caught sight of Addison and Lisa. Following Mallory’s lead, the pulled you into the mass of barely clothed bodies.
You finally managed to escape the throng. Clubs weren’t really your scene but you were managing to have fun. You poured yourself a cup of iced tea. Alcohol is definitely off the table tonight. The pumping music is already giving you a headache. No need to make it worse.
You pulled your cellphone out of a side pocket in your fur boots and scrolled through Twitter. You smiled as you saw the selfies you took just a few minutes ago won Mallory’s page.
“Now what are you smiling about?” A low, sultry voice whispered in your ear. You jerked, your cup and phone almost falling from your hand. With quick reflexes, you placed both of them on the table behind you. But that voice…You recognize it.
With wide eyes, you looked up at the smiling face of Daveed Diggs. In a moment of awe, you didn’t think he was really talking to you and you glanced behind you to see…just in case.
He threw his head back, his loud laughter catching the attention of those around you. When his laughter subsided, he bit his lower lip when he caught you trying to hide your embarrassment by placing your hands over your face. He leaned down to your level and carefully moved your hands from your face.
Lucky it didn’t ruin your makeup. Mallory would have a fit. You looked up into his dark eyes, willing your racing heart to slow down. Daveed slowly smiled, growing bigger when you returned it with a small smile of your own.
Your eyes floated down to his body, your eyes widening just barely when you saw he wore nothing but a torn leopard loincloth with a club hanging on his left hip. Heat rushed into your cheeks as you looked away.
Daveed opened his mouth before his name was yelled above the music. You both watched Malory run up. Daveed released his grip on your arms to catch the flying biker girl.
You took this opportunity to step back and take deep breathes. Daveed in a loincloth got you heated and you quickly gulped down the rest of your tea. You slipped your phone back into your fur boot when Mallory gave you a sly look.
“I see you met my bestie, Diggs. Jesus [F/Name]. I gave so many hints about who I was working with.”
You shook your head. “I’ve should’ve known. You wouldn’t stop throwing news paper clippings at me.” Mallory released her hug and gave you a pat on your bare shoulder.
“It’s okay, [L/Name]. I didn’t make any moves on your baby daddy,” she said loudly with a grin. You glared daggers at her, missing Daveed cover the smile that was teasing on his lips.
You sighed. “I’m ready to go back to the dorms,” you admitted. Not only was the crash from the energy drinks were kicking in but running into a famous-yet not famous-crush was tiring.
Your best friend stomped her foot. “But we’ve only been here seven hours.”
“Yeah and it’s way past my bed time,” you retorted. You didn’t have the same energy or love for clubbing as her. Girl could go for two days straight if she could.
A hand placed itself on the small of your back, Daveed sliding it so it rested on your hip which brought you closer to him. “I could take her back. I’m getting pretty tired also.”
Mallory gasped, pretty dramatically, and placed a hand over her heart. “You’re telling me ‘Throwing Parties Cause It’s My Lifeline’ Diggs is tired of a…party?!”
He walked forward, bringing you with him. “Girl, it’s three in the morning. I’ve got grown men shit to do later on,” he yelled over his shoulder. You could only stare up at him as he guided you from the V.I.P. section.
Mallory ran to the curtains before they closed, happily shouting “Don’t forget to wear a condom!” after both of you.
You were going to kill that girl.
The late night/early morning in New York was pretty warm considering it was New York. But you thanked the warmth. You could blame the rising of temperature in your body to weather and not because Daveed still had his arm wrapped around your waist, your arm grazing his sculpted abs.
Clearly the temperature.
The dorm wasn’t too far from where the club was at but it seemed to take forever since the damn weather was making things awkward.
The roof of your complex came into view, you letting out a sigh of relief.
“Aw. Am I that bad of a walking buddy?”
You looked up at Daveed, him pouting down at you. You quickly shook your head. Daveed squeezed your side, his signature smiling returning to his face before he started laughing.
“I’m playing, [F/Name].” A shiver ran down your spine. You could listen to him say your name on repeat till you died. “But it seems like I am. You haven’t said a word to me since we met.”
“I’m sorry.” Genuinely you were. “I guess a bit star stuck mixed with a lot of embarrassment from my earlier reaction has me afraid to make you think I was a overzealous fangirl.”
With his other free hand, he grabbed hold of yours. “Christ, you had me worried.”
“Worried?” You tilted your head up at him slightly. What could he be worried about? He was just taking you back and you most likely won’t see him again unless Mallory took you to some shows, but even then he’ll be too busy. So what-
“Worried that you didn’t like me.”
Playfulness left his tone, seriousness taking over instead.
“Of course I like you. You’re a very likeable person, Daveed.”
“Not like-” He started but stopped midsentence, his eyebrows furrowing together. A smile was soon on his lips again. He bent down, and before you could question him, you were up and on his shoulder.
Did he really just do that?!
You wiggled but his grip tightened. “So the first floor right?” He asked when he started walking. You squeals of surprise turned into fits of laughter. You tried to kick at him, but the positioning was hard to land one.
“Put me down! Do you know what the girls will say if we come in like this?”
Daveed cocked an eyebrow, reaching for the lobby door and opening it. The RA at the front desk glanced up from her magazine before her jaw hung open along with a group of girls playing pool in the common.
“Make sure to put a condom on?”
Your forehead hit the middle of his back. You could feel the rumble of his laughter. “You spend way to much time with Mallory.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed. He gently put you down in front of the RA desk. You were aware of many pairs of eyes on you. Well, mostly the barely clothed man in front of you. Daveed bent down to your level again, staring deep into your eyes.
“I hope to catch you again around here.” He whispered, which sounded more like a demand. You picked up on it and smirked, leaning so your nose was almost touching his, replying with a snarky “Yes, Sir.”
He gave you one more grin before turning to leave back to the club. He heard excited squeals as the small grouping of girls rushed you.
i decided to clean up my spotify playlists and i realized that many of the songs would actually make great verse names. i know how hard it can be to think of verse names can be, so the more master lists of these the better right ? also i always need one and i feel like i’ve been through every possible list at this point. so here is my go at it. under the cut you’ll be able to find 170 song lyrics that could be used as a verse/otp name. hope it’s helpful !
“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”
A/N: Let me just say how fucking amazed I am that so many of you enjoyed/loved part one of soul mate! I honestly did not expect that many of you to, let alone, want another part/mini series! Thank you so much for the support (?) and I truly hope you enjoy this part. I thought to make things a bit slow here since I may just make this into a mini series kind of fic! Let me know what you think! BTW, the temperature is considered to be in fahrenheit (sorry if you use celsius!) [GIF NOT MINE]
Word Count: 2.4K+
Warning: Cursing…that’s about it? Kylo nearly punches a whole in a table, but I think we’re good.
“You are mine.” His last words plagued your thoughts, echoing throughout your mind and sending shivers down your spine. “You are mine.” The force he had put on the word ‘mine’ terrified you, as if you had been some sort of…object? As if you were something that he could keep on display in his room for the galaxy–or just him–to see. “Mine.” You gulped at the way the word rolled off of his tongue, the amount of possession being enforced. Those three words haunted you, your heart now in your throat as the amount of pressure from its pounding vibrated through your ears. I am no ones, but my own.
I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight
“- Long story short, I never would’ve made it out of there alive if not for Steve.”
The ‘hero’ of the story ducks his head, trying to hide his embarrassed grin. Despite the time he used to spend on stages all across the country selling bonds to anyone who would listen to him, he never fully grew used to the spotlight. Unfortunately for him, being Captain America makes it hard to shy away from the attention that is constantly thrust in his direction.
fluffy Jicheol(Jihoon and Seungcheol) (no y/n extra character) (add smut if you want)
jicheol fluff it is~ ♥ decided not to add smut - sorry if you were looking forward to that!
Being an aspiring producer, Jihoon was steadily getting more popular, which was why he had been running from one meeting to another.
After yet another day like that, filled with offers, each greater than the one before, that he’d have to consider, as well as polite smiles and stiff handshakes, he was starving. It was a disappointment, really, taht none of the meetings had included anything to eat, and it had gotten to the point where he jokingly promised himself that he’d take up on any offer if there was food at the meeting.
Sitting in the car on his way back to the dorm, Jihoon fiddled with his phone and opened the group chat he had with the other members of Seventeen.
Anyone up for some chicken? I’m going to the usual place.
When the blue number by his message read 12 yet he had no replies, he sighed and turned his phone around on his lap, moving his gaze to the window. Buildings passed by one after another, all the way until the car came to a stop. Jihoon sent another quick message before getting out of the car and thanking the driver.
Fine, I’ll go by myself.
Only, he realized when he got to the chicken place, he wouldn’tbe just by himself.
“Seungcheol?” Jihoon asked almost dumbly when he saw the older male standing by the entrance of the restaurant, the hood of his beige hoodie covering his head, one of his hands stuffed into the pocket of his joggers and one holding his phone. Upon hearing Jihoon’s voice, he jumped and put the phone away.
“Oh, hi. I wanted to surprise you,” Seungcheol grinned and pulled his hood off his head before pointing at the door with his thumb. “Let’s go in?”
Jihoon pursed his lips and nodded a bit stiffly as he followed the older male to the restaurant. His heart was beating faster than he would’ve liked it to, and he could feel uneasiness starting to rise in his chest. The two placed their orders and found a table at the corner of the small, darkly furnished restaurant, where Jihoon was quick to grab the menu despite not planning on ordering anything more.
He just needed distraction.
Seungcheol fiddled with his fingers and chewed on the sides of his lower lip, and eventually let out a deep sigh. When Jihoon slowly moved his gaze from the menu to his groupmate and best friend of many years, he was met with a sad smile and downcast eyes.
“For how long will our relationship be like this?” Seungcheol asked, voice empty yet full of emotion, and let his eyes move up to meet Jihoon’s. “I’ve already told you many times that I’m sorry about the other night.”
Jihoon’s heart skipped a beat at the memory of the other night, when Seungcheol had had a few beers too many and said a few words too much.
He put the menu down and licked his lips, still putting words together in his mind.
“It… did take me aback, you know. To know that you… love me,” Jihoon mumbled, lowering his gaze to his own hands towards the end of his words while blood rushed to his cheeks. It was embarrassing, it was awkward, it was awful.
Seungcheol pouted with an understanding nod. “I know. But… even if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t need to shut me out. I’ll get over it.”
Jihoon took in a deep breath and raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “It’s not that.”
Seungcheol tilted his head a little in confusion, and Jihoon was about to continue when they were brought their plates of chicken and big glasses of coke.
The younger male took a long sip of his drink before attempting to meet Seungcheol’s eyes again.
“I’m trying to figure out how I feel towards you. I want to be sure that when… when I, say, hold your hand, it will be because I like you and not because I think I do.”
Seungcheol’s eyes widened a little, and he could feel his heart flutter. “So there’s a chance that you–”
“A very big chance, really,” Jihoon muttered with a grin that he was unable to hold back, while picking up a piece of chicken. His eyes held a playful look when he spoke again, a bit more at ease now that the most important things had been said. “You make my heart go boom boom.”
The older male laughed out loud at his words, out of amusement and joy, and picked up some chicken as well. Jihoon smiled widely at the mere sound of Seungcheol laughing, and felt a sense of warmth settle in his chest when he stole a glance at him and saw the happy, gummy smile and barely visible eyes.
What he saw was pure joy, which was more or less the same feeling he felt, too.
Some ten minutes later, after the two of them had talked some things over, Seungcheol grinned with his mouth full of food.
“You like me.”
Jihoon nearly dropped his chopsticks, contemplating on just grimacing instead of answering. “Don’t speak with your mouth full of food, you’re a grown man.”
The elder one didn’t pay any attention to his words and merely continued cooing, and eventually Jihoon couldn’t help but laugh a little.
On their way to the dorm from the chicken restaurant, the two kept a casual distance between each other, but as soon as the doors of the Pledis building closed, Jihoon reached for Seungcheol’s hand and squeezed it.
Seungcheol almost stumbled over his feet when he turned to look at the younger man, and Jihoon avoided his eyes.
“Don’t say anything, we can talk about this in the morning,” he said, his voice much softer than he had intended it to, and smiled a little when he heard Seungcheol chuckle.
Jihoon rubbed the back of Seungcheol’s hand lightly with his thumb. “Us.”
That night, the two of them brushed their teeth at the same time, which proved out to be a lot more eventful than the two, or anyone, for that matter, had thought possible.
Seungcheol laughed at their height difference; Jihoon almost made him choke on toothpaste; Seungcheol actually managed to get some in his eye, and most importantly, Jihoon got to steal a kiss from him when Seungcheol had put his toothbrush away.
Although, in their case stealing a kiss meant tip-toeing, grabbing Seungcheol from the hair at the back of his head and, with one hand pressed to his chest, pulling him down until their lips met.
Could you please do something with 2p yandere axis who have fallen for someone who is oblivious to them (like they can’t reach a book on the shelf and the 2p comes over and grabs it trying to be nice and s/o is like ‘oh sorry didn’t see you wanted this’ kind of oblivious)
He would have just be in the library , he wasn’t the book type but he just wanted to find something interesting and he did , he was looking at a book , as he looked up to put the book back a girl/boy past him , it felt like everything went slow , he saw her/him , her/his hair , her/his eyes, her/his lips , he froze their as they passed by and stop by close to him , he blink once and came back to reality and looked at her/his way , he blushed a bit when she/he looked at him and smile , he looked away fast , he heard a giggle , he smiled to himself as he blushed more , that’s when he heard a creaking sound , he looked back at her/his way and saw her/him trying to reach for a book but as it looks like she/he was short , he smirked and walked behind them and reached for the book , he saw her/him turn around and look at him , she/he was blushing a bit , “ I didn’t know you wanted it , you can have it “, they blushed and looked down on the ground , he smirked and gave her/him the book ,”you wanted it bella ~ A little gift for you~”, he smirked more as he/he blushed , “thank you for the help “, she/he blushed as she/he walked away as they blush and after that , Feliciano started to , how do you say it , keep her/him safe, :Don’t worry bella ~ we’ll get to know each other more~”
He will just be looking or just messing a bit around I the library , but when he saw her/him , woah , just woah , he wanted to be close to her/him , he didn’t knew why , but she/he caught his attention , he saw her/him walk around the book cases , he tried to play normal and look around too but when he couldn’t find them no more , that’s when he panicked , “where is she/he?”, he looked around more and more until he looked in one of the rows , he saw her/him , he blush a bit as she/he was just looking at the books , unknowing of his presence , her/his hair , her/his eyes , her/his lips , wow , it just made his heart go boom , was this love at first sight , he tried to blend in and d looked around but when he look at them back , he saw her/him trying to reach a book, he walked to them a got it fast , making her/him jump a bit , “Oh my apologies , I didn’t knew you wanted the book”, he blushed as they spoke and looked down , he gave them the book , “just wanted to help a pretty girl/boy~ “, he blushed as he smiled at them , they thanked him and blushed and they walked of , he felt like his whole buddy was about to burst , he smiled as he hold his chest ,” I want to get to know her/him more.”
He likes visiting the library much , he was just minding his own business when he saw her/him , he tried to shake it of but the feeling kept attacking him , he sighed and blushed a bit as he went along with the feeling , he sneakily followed the girl/boy , he blushed every time she/he turned around , he will panic and act like he was doing something , this wasn’t normal for him , but the feeling wouldn’t let him go , he kept following her/him until she/he stop in a row and looked at the books , he kept on staring at her/him until he saw them trying to reach for a book , he tensed up a little as he felt himself walk to her/him and reach for the book , they were about to speak but he shoved the book at her/him and walked away fast as he could with ought looking back , he was in a mess , he was blushing so hard , “I I I I I need to see her/him again , I need to know more about her .”
[17’S 민규] 캐롯들~~~보고싶어서 내마음이 뽀글뽀글 끓어요…우리 곧 만나니까 아주 조금만…참아야지..날씨많이 추우니까 단추꼭 잠그고 목도리하고!!! 많이 추우니까 단추 꼭 잠그고 목도리도 하고!! 감기 걸리지 마요~!
[17’S Mingyu] CARATs~~~ My heart is boiling because I miss you so much… We’re going to see each other soon so just hold on… for a bit more.. The weather is very cold so make sure to button up and wear a scarf!!! It’s very cold so make sure to button up and wear a scarf!! Don’t catch a cold~!
Robbie is at Comicon in San Diego, missing you like crazy while you’re in New York for a show.
“Robbie Kay!” The announcer shouts, causing a boisterous round of screeches and screams to fill the energetic atmosphere.
Robbie’s smile reaches to his eyes at the pure energy running through the crowd, he just wishes he could spend this moment with his wife.
“Hello!” Robbie says into the mic before taking his seat. The announcer finishes up with presentations before moving on to questions.
“Okay, so you guys know how it goes! You ask, they answer.” The host grins and nods at the first person holding the mic in the crowd in acknowledgement.
“Hi!” The girl says, fully grinning and giggling, showing her braces. Robbie smiles back along with the rest of the actors.
“So, my question is for Robbie,” She continues. Robbie nods in response, giving her his attention fully.
“First of all, how are you?” The girl nervously asks, finding it hard to articulate with her braces and nerves.
“I’m great,” He starts off before looking out the ground sadly.
“But I miss my wife.” He grumbles with a pout. The crowd chorus in coos and ‘aw’s’ as the rest of the actors around Robbie chuckle at his cuteness.
His costar reaches out to pat him on the back. Playing along, Robbie sniffles and buries his face in his costar’s arm. This notion alone sends a chaotic sound of screams and has the power to burst a shipper’s heart.
Robbie recedes back to his seat and let’s out a laugh, holding the mic away from him a little bit so his laughter won’t boom through the area.
“Y/N–She’s my best friend, my buddy, mi amiga. Life hack: for all you ladies– or men– out there, marry your best friend, that way it’s like having the person who makes you smile with you every step of the way.” Robbie says with a shrug, making another round of coo’s go off in the room.
“I’m so interested, tell me more!” A fan sarcastically yells out, causing the rest of the crowd to quiet down.
“Well, some days when I come home early, like I’d hide somewhere then jump out, which would scare her. The look on her face is everything, didn’t think I can love someone more.”
Hiya! Can you write a
songfic w/ happy to the song Got it Bad by ZZ Ward? Maybe a tough reader with
her own battle scars? Thank you so much!!!
Happy Lowman x Reader
Set Season 2 Episode
12: The Culling I’d not heard this song until now and I really like it!
We could be on a park bench, Make it make sense in the middle of a crowded room,
We could be 30K up, up in black skies,
Make the skies shake and watch it go boom,
Boy, you’re no good, make my heart ache,
Why’s the wrong thing gotta feel so damn great?
Oh no, he’s just no good for me,
“You know, I didn’t have you down as the ass beating type.”
You laughed at Tara in your passenger seat.
She harrumphed, folded her arms and straightened herself as she glared out of
the window, “Yeah well, I’m a healer and she was trying to stop that.”
You snorted a laugh, “That sounds like Gemma advise if I ever heard it.”
She scowled more and stared out of the window; you considered the conversation
over and turned up your tunes. Metallica, Tara didn’t approve but you didn’t
care, this was the CD that you and Happy listened too when you drove around
town getting into trouble and crashing bars or clearing up after other Sons.
Not that it was in your official remit as clubhouse Bar Staff to go drinking with
the most troublesome of The Sons but neither was going to fetch The VP’s Old
Lady and yet, here you were picking her ass up from the hospital fresh from her
beating her colleague’s ass.
Not that you blamed her, woman sounded like a real bitch.
“Jax doesn’t need to know about this, okay?” Tara snapped as
you neared the TM.
“I practically had to sneak out to come and get you, you realise Tig was going
to be sent out to get you. Imagine him coming into the hospital to get you, do
you know how much shit I’m going to be in with Happy and the guys because I had
some consideration for you? So don’t be telling me to lie.” You told her
straight and she opened her mouth once before snapping it shut because she knew
you were right.
As Happy’s Old Lady you’d earned your place in the club
moreover than most of the Old Lady’s that had been and gone through your time
with The Sons but you supposed it was partly due to your initial friendship
with guys before your relationship but also the fact that you’d always had a
hard life that had made you strong and that strength was what made you and
Happy work so well.
That boy is trouble,
Yeah, he’s trial, charge and wanted,
That boy is trouble,
It was a struggle not to wince at Happy’s hard expression
when you pulled into TM, Chibs gave you both a disappointed look as you
approached the guys.
You held your hands up as you approached and beat them to the punch by speaking
first, “In our defence, don’t you think that we have enough on without Tig
getting Tara in the shit at work? And let’s face it, when it comes to cars I’m
the best tactical drivers here.”
None of their expressions softened at you light-hearted
jabbing but Jax did counter, “On that note, we were wondering if you’d be able
to take your truck to get the kids from school, we’ve got stuff to …arrange.”
“Oh no, who will serve you lot all your beer.” You mocked
already digging your keys from your pocket.
Jax smirked, “Hap, go escort your woman.” He clapped Happy on the arm and Happy
stepped around them to slap your ass with his large hand as you stepped up into
your truck, you threw a wink back over your shoulder at him.
his call girls haunt him,
That boy is trouble,
Lets his lies do the talkin’,
That boy is trouble,
Like a dead man walkin’,
The drive to the kids school wasn’t long but it was enough
for the one of Weston’s crew to try to fuck with you - in Charming’s borders,
no less. True to your word, you were the best tactical driver in a truck around
the TM, let’s just say it was a survival skill that you’d adapted. You managed
to pull the truck out of town and off of a dirt track into a clearing. You
skidded to a halt and the next moments moved quickly.
I’ve got it bad, so bad,
I’ve got it bad, so bad,
You were yanked free from the car and slugged the guy
straight in the face, you swung back to hit another before being tackled to the
floor. He managed one hit before Happy, who had just skidded to a halt, kicked
the fucker straight in the face. Between you and your lover it took only a few
swings and Happy pulling his shotgun out of his bikes satchel to get the stupid
Aryan bastards to scatter.
Happy’s arm found your waist pulling you close to him, he
rested his gun against his leg and used that hand to pull your face so he could
inspect the damage. A busted brow and lip were definitely not the worst that
you’d had in your life before Happy but he was always caught with silent devastation
whenever you got hurt.
We could be under street lamps in a rainstorm in the middle of a dirty
Let it pour now, tearin’ me down,
You’re so left-field, but you feel so damn right,
Your devilish eyes, you whisper like wine,
Your tongue is like sin, you always get in,
Oh no, he’s just no good for me,
Your eyes roamed his face before you bit your lip, “Jeez Hap
you know what it does to me when you’ve been fighting.”
He made a deep noise of agreement before pulling your face up to his, his fist
curled tightly in your hair, his other hand down and to grab your backside
harshly as you groaned and pushed back against his kiss.
You pulled away breathlessly, “Come on Hap, we don’t have time, that’s not far.”
“Who said anything about being fair.” His deep voice rumbled as he tugged at
your hair and your backside with his callus hands.
“I hate you.” You groaned when his breath caressed your neck.
“You wait until I get later, I’ll fuck that hate right out of you.” He rumbled
and pulled your body even closer.
“You better kick some bitch ass tonight.” You hissed out and he kissed you hard
in response, “I can’t have you not fulfilling those kinds of promises.”
“You got it.” He grunted before releasing you.
That boy is trouble,
Yeah, he’s trial, charge and wanted,
That boy is trouble,
Yeah, his call girls haunt him,
That boy is trouble,
Lets his lies do the talkin’,
That boy is trouble,
Like a dead man walkin’,
The annoyed looks you received about your appearance upon your
returned stopped when Happy pulled The Sons to one side to explain that Weston’s
lot had tried to jump you before you’d gotten the kids.
Just one more reason
to beat them to death tonight.
I’ve got it bad, so bad,
I’ve got it bad, so bad,
You stood with Tara and Gemma when the boys began to file
out to their bikes, Happy came to you when the others went to their Old Ladies.
You leaned up to play with his Cutt, “You remember your promise old man.”
He leaned down to give you a hard kiss before rumbling, “Help Gemma keep a
handle on this lot but keep your energy for tonight.” He slapped your ass as he
walked off and the other guys filed out.
Tara gave you a dubious look at your encounter, she didn’t understand how
someone could be so content to be with Happy and his twisted mind but you simply
shrugged, “I got it bad.”
I’ve got it bad, so bad,
I’ve got it bad, so bad,
Gemma came up to your side and slipped her arm around yours and Tara’s
shoulders to watch the boys ride off.
God you couldn’t wait until your Old Man came back.
So I have been in a reading slump lately but thanks to LM thats all part of the past now so here are my feels, represented in GIFS I had reading LM
I really enjoyed the book so much and had such a great time reading it. I got everything I wanted and even more (CHRISTOPER FCK HERONDALE).
The characters were all really entertaining, but am I the only one who sometimes got confused with all the children? Ty was my fav out of all them.
The interaction between Jules and Emma were my favorite scenes you just could feel the sexual tension between them.
Mark and Kieran. I ship them so so hard like wow I really didn’t expect that. I started of as a Christina and Mark supporter but BOOM the next moment he was in a hot make out session with Kieran. I SHIP THEM SO HARD. Their affection for each other just seems so real so GO TEAM MAKIER (?) MARAN (?)
As you can see I have a lot of feels about my babies <3
Lets move over to Malcolm:) this:) fucking:) asshole:) I trusted him I opened my heart and what do I get back BETRAYAL. I had trust in him bc of Magnus I believed in the Good. I got so mad when he told Emma about the Parabatai thing. I hate Malcolm I hope he gets eaten by fish at the bottom of the ocean. I don’t care for him anymore.
But I do care for Annabel Blackthorn I really don’t have any clue what will happen. Is she going to be an addition to the Blackthorn or is she out for revenge? So till we know what she’s going to do I’m gonna look out for everything. Trust no one. (especially no ducks)
I missed Jessa I was so happy and had this feeling of peace when I read their scene but the cute moment was ruined with FCK CHRISTOPHER HERONDALE AKA KIT THERE IS ANOTHER HERONDALE STILL ALIVE HSBPFBOWFW HE IS THE LOST HERONDALE
Last but not least the Emma and Mark scenes tbh I do ship them but not in a romantic way more in a platonic way. I was so frustrated with Emma when she told Jules all these terrible things she just could’ve told him the truth about the curse but that was not all she asked Mark to lie to everyone that they were falling in love so Julian would understand. AND MARK MOTHERFUCKING BLACKTHORN SAYS “Why lie?” ASDFGHJKL THIS DESTROYED ME EMOTIONALLY I JUST COULDN’T HANDLE IT.
If you need anyone to fangirl with about Lady Midnight or in general about TMI TID TDA etc. feel free to message me ANYTIME I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO FANGIRL WITH
It was the sharply exhaled swear word that awoke her. Bulma shifted under the mountain of cream colored downy comforters, turning to face Vegeta (who had stubbed his big toe on the corner of the dresser) with bleary-eyes. It was three in the morning she foggily registered. And as she slowly became more awake the more miffed she got. Why had her husband had come in so late?
“And where have you been?” She asked, sleep still thick in her voice.
Vegeta just grunted, choosing to ignore her as he shimmied out of his training clothes.
Normally, Bulma would have enjoyed her muscle-clad brooding husband getting naked, but after being awoken so suddenly it just left her angry. “Humph. Have a nice time? Good to know you’d rather be lifting heavy things by yourself than spending time with your wife.” She tried again, this time letting her irritation get the better of her. Still, Vegeta didn’t respond. He just shuffled off to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and then turned on the light.
Huffing, Bulma flopped onto her back, arms crossed over her chest. The gentle whoosh of the shower started behind the bathroom door followed by the smell of his shampoo. ‘It smells good,’ she thought. He had hated every single one she’d ever bought him, so she’d just made her own in the lab. It was earthy smelling, funnily enough: crisp like a winter wind, smokey like a fire and herbal like peppermint. She’d just left it in the shower one day, and when he came out wearing that scent around him like a cloud she’d just about buckled over from joy among other things. He never mentioned it, but the fact he washed with it everyday let her know how much he liked it.
The water ebbed and Bulma could hear him moving around the bathroom; The clink of his toothbrush, the opening and closing of a drawer, the crack of his neck as he rolled it. Each sound so familiar to her now. It had taken her a long time to convince him to share a bed with her, in fact he’d only started sleeping in it regularly after they’d gotten married. She’d questioned him about it once, and found his answer surprisingly old fashioned,
“Only a husband and wife share a bed.”
Never mind the fact Trunks had already been born. But Bulma could appreciate the sentiment.
The light in the bathroom clicked off, and Vegeta stepped naked into the dark room. Bulma watched his silhouetted form make its way to the bed, lifting the covers and crawling into bed beside her. He smelled wonderful, his body still slightly damp from the shower. He was dead still, and probably could have passed for asleep if Bulma didn’t know him better. She slid down further under the covers, turning on her side to face him, “Hey.” She whispered.
“Why’re you being so quiet?” She prodded.
Vegeta sighed, “I was trying to be respectful and let you sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Bulma blinked. Wait. Her Vegeta was…being thoughtful?
He shifted, hand finding her bare hip under the copious amounts of blankets she slept under and squeezed lightly, “Go back to sleep. God knows you need every minute of beauty rest you can get.”
“Oh, har har very funny.”
Vegeta chuckled and she could practically feel his smirk.
“Seriously though,” she whispered, snuggling closer to him, “why are you still awake? You never train this late.” There was a long pause, and Bulma rolled her eyes, “forget it.” She huffed, starting to roll away onto her other side.
His fingers tightened on her hip and she stopped moving, “I was…thinking.” He said slowly, cautiously.
Bulma felt her heart began to pound. Vegeta was actually trying to communicate? What the hell was going on? Old fears of him leaving began to rise, why else would he be so willing to talk? Why wasn’t he talking anymore?! Why was his pause so long?!
“…you’re sweating.” Vegeta grumbled, removing his hand from her and making a point to wipe it on the sheets.
“You’re making me nervous!” She hissed, “I have no idea what is going on in that Saiyan brain of yours!”
“Woman would you shut up?! I’m TRYING here.”
Bulma snapped her mouth closed, trying to keep the insults she had ready to escape contained. Vegeta sighed, his fingers finding her ribs now, brushing against her again, “I’ve just had a lot on my mind. Training helps me think. I…needed to work some thoughts out.”
BA-BOOM went her heart, “Uh-huh…” she breathed.
Vegeta shifted, his strong arm drawing her closer against him.
BA-BOOM BA-BOOM BA-BOOM
He sighed, “I…don’t know quite how to say it…”
Something hot began building behind Bulma’s tightly closed eyelids, ‘Don’t cry!’ Her mind screamed, ‘Don’t show him weakness! You can do this without him-’
“…I want to have another child.”
Her heart stopped. Palpitated. Stopped again. And then took a nose dive straight into her lower intestine.
Vegeta huffed with irritation, “Well?”
Normally Bulma was a quick thinker, a genius of not only creating marvelous inventions, cracking codes and physics, but she was also pretty quick with a one liner for her surly alien husband. For some reason though, the connections in her brain were not functioning. The only thing she could manage to respond with was, “Guh?!”
“Tch.” Vegeta clicked his tongue then rolled onto his back and crossed his arms, shutting himself out from her, “Forget it.”
Bulma quickly sat up, staring bewildered down at him, “Who are you and what have you done with Vegeta?”
“Hmph.” Though the room was dark she could still see the hot blush across his cheeks, “Nevermind.”
“No no no!” She insisted, clambering on top of him now much to his irritation, “Say it again.”
“Vegeta,” Bulma said softly, her small hands framing his face. He stiffened, but didn’t try to move away so she figured that was a good sign, “look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings-”
“You didn’t hurt anything.” He snapped, but his tone reflected otherwise.
“Mmmhmmm,” a smirk played on Bulma’s lips, “of course. My mistake.”
Vegeta averted his eyes, “Whatever. Forget it.”
“No,” she said, fingers now tracing one of his thick black eyebrows, “don’t you think I’m to old for another baby?”
“Well, you’re old that’s for sure.”
“WHAT DID YOU JUST,”
Obsidian eyes slid finally slid back over to met her hot gaze, and Vegeta smirked.
Ugh. He was teasing her Bulma realized. Trying to change the subject. Avoidance thy name is Vegeta. “Listen here bucko,” she poked him on the chest, “I’ve already had the pleasure of pushing out one of your babies and let me tell you it was no picnic! And where were you for that? Out traversing the galaxy training. Like always! If you think I’m going to do that alone again you’re mistaken! And I think I look damn good now, you should be happy to have a wife that still looks this young after giving birth-”
His quiet reply caught her off guard. Vegetas’ arms finally uncrossed themselves, large hands gripping her hips, almost painfully as if making a point, “I… was a terrible father. And husband. I’m not a good person Bulma.”
Bulma was effectively rendered speechless, and even more so when he continued, “As leader of my people it is essential that I do what is best for their wellbeing. As I no longer have a planet to rule, that is you and Trunks. But…” her husband faltered, dark eyes closing, “I want to make sure that my legacy will live on… my peoples legacy.”
Sighing, Bulma laid down on top of him, her nose buried in the crook where his neck met shoulder, “Vegeta, babies aren’t just about procreation. You have to like, take care of them you know. They’re hard work.”
“Plus, it’ll take time away from your training, and my work. I’m running the company now, you know that. And Trunks would be so much older. It’s kind of unfair for him don’t you think?”
Bulma sighed, “I just don’t think it’s a good-”
“Is it that you don’t want another child with me?”
Startled, Bulma raised her head. He was staring at her, eyes hard. “Wha-what? Vegeta no!” She insisted, “you’re taking this way out of context.”
His eyes narrowed, “If you don’t want another child by me then tell me.”
Bulma groaned, dropping her head down onto his chest, “Oh my God this is not happening.”
“You’re my Queen,” he said softly. This caught her attention. Raising her head back up she caught him looking at the ceiling, expression unreadable, “you’re the only one I would even wish to have children with.”
She waited for the punchline, the quip, the insult.
It never came.
The silence between them grew, became heavier with each beat of her heart.
“You mean it?” Bulma whispered, hot tears stinging her eyes.
Still silent, Vegeta gave a gentle squeeze on her hip.
Sniffling now, Bulma kissed his cheek. This earned her a wary grunt, but he didn’t push her away. “So, I’m your queen?” She teased, wiggling her pelvis suggestively against his groin.
“That’s what I said, right?” He grumbled, “that’s what you agreed to when you made me go through that horrendous ceremony.”
“Hmm,” she hummed against his throat, pleased when she felt his cock begin to harden against her, “as your queen, you have to do what I say right?”
“Hardly. As the King, I have ultimate say.”
“Well, in some countries women outrank the men.” She said airily, fingers traveling down his bare abdomen and taking hold of his now very erect member.
Vegeta hissed through his teeth, “Not in this house.”
“This is MY house remember,” she whispered in his ear, “that makes me the boss.”
Vegeta grunted, thrusting himself through her loosely gripped fingers, “You wish.”
Bulma raised herself back up to straddle him, eyes drinking in the naked Saiyan below her. He was a fine specimen, all hard muscle and power. But now she saw something else that had only recently began to bubble unwillingly to the surface; humanity.
True, he was her husband and the father of their child. But until the last few years he’d pretty much ignored the two of them. His words and actions now however spoke something different. The change had been slow, but now he seemed almost content to spend time with her and Trunks, despite the grumbling and sometimes hostile nature he displayed he would almost always give in to her or their sons demands. Bulma took this as a way in which he had avoided arguments, but maybe it meant something different after all.
The corner of Vegetas lips pulled up into a predatory grin as she stared down at him, “See something you like?”
Despite her initial reaction to quip back, she gave him a tender smile, “Yeah, I do.”
His smirk slowly melted away, a blush starting in its place, “Wha-woman why are you staring at me like that?”
“Let’s do it.”
“No Vegeta,” she leaned down, touched her lips against his and whispered against his mouth, “let’s have a baby.”
His reaction was immediate. He flipped her over, arms trapping her beneath him, eyes piercing into hers, “Do you mean it? Don’t lie.”
Bulma smiled again, then raised her nightshirt over her head, “Are you just going to tease me or are you going to fuck me?”
Vegetas smirk grew wider, “I’ll have you begging my Queen.” His lips were on hers then, fingers ripping off the panties she had on. She was vaguely aware that she liked that pair, but what his hands were doing to her now quickly made her forget why she even bothered wearing them in the first place.
I have NO clue where this came from. But I like it. Should I add more?! Decisions!!!!