your stupid jokes

The Houses as Studyblrs
  • Gryffindor: Hair held up by pencils, laughing with friends in the library, cups of cocoa, the sound of flipping through papers, the smell of old books, falling asleep in class, humming while you work, debates with friends
  • Slytherin: Surrounded by empty coffee cups, three textbooks open at once, working at 2 in the morning, competing with friends for higher grades, studying out of spite, working to prove someone wrong, rolling your eyes at your textbook's stupid jokes, sassing teachers because you're friends
  • Ravenclaw: Messy bullet journals, papers sticking out of binders, impromptu study sessions, binging crash course videos for fun, doodles on the corners of worksheets, never-ending "TBR" piles of books, dog-eared pages, neat buns, dressing up nice to study
  • Hufflepuff: warm drinks in big mugs, studying in morning sunlight, oversized sweaters, classical music, reading by the fire, studying with friends, bringing your textbook to a small coffee shop, studying with a cat by your side, being asked by classmates to tutor them
Do you ever catch yourself thinking of me? Of what we had? Of how my eyes would glow every time I looked at you, or how my hair used to shine when the sun hit it? Or maybe how I would laugh so freely either for your stupid jokes or for no reason in specific? I sometimes do. I bet you don’t and I guess you never did.
—  I wish you’d give a damn // a.s

Might I just say @mortemistrata that I was a little unsure about this prompt at first, but I had so much fun writing this! 

“Good morning, Keith.”

Keith froze with one eyebrow arched. He slowly studied the brunet in front of him. “No ‘mullet’ this morning?”

“That would be rude,” Lance said, lips curled into a frown.

Keith’s face fell until he was matching the brunet’s expression. “Are you okay?” He zeroed in on small details, like the way Lance’s normally tan skin looked slightly washed out or the dark, bruised circles under Lance’s almost lifeless eyes.

“Of course.” Lance replied, tone even. “We should go before we are late to breakfast.”

Keith absently nodded, brows furrowed deeply, as he followed the brunet into the dining hall.

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[and for the record, my name is Inka :’)]

Lance headcanon

Ok so we know that Pidge is a computer mastermind: she hacked into the garrison(probably multiple times), was able to create a complete fake identity, and still created more advanced scanners than what the garrison had.

We know that hunk is possibly a engineering genius: Even if he puts it more to cuisine, he could easily build a rocket engine out of scrap parts. We’ve seen him fix alien power thrusters that he has never seen before, or at least had very little knowledge of.

So why would they place the two smartest people the garrison has seen in probably years, with Lance? Someone that everyone thinks is just an average pilot? Someone who only got into the fighter pilot classes because Keith dropped out? But what if he wasn’t just an average cargo pilot that got lucky like everyone thought?


I headcanon that Lance is a tactical prodigy! A strategic mastermind! That he can come up with some of the most brilliant war tactics and battle plans that would trump any generals ideas for years to come!

Think about him using his gift to help organize some sort of Cuban resistance against its corrupted government( I don’t know the real situation in Cuba, or if anything is going on in Cuba, but just follow this for the head canon…au-ish thing I got going on.) and his plans help the people win against their government, and Lance is just happy now that his family will be safe and happy in their home.

The American government hears about this Cuban boy who pretty much lead the way to freedom for his country, about his prodigy status. And then they find out that the kid wants to be a pilot. And they take advantage of this.

They give this Cuban boy a free pass to America to go to the Garrison to become a pilot, and all he has to do is make battle plans for them every now and then. And of course Lance takes the opportunity, his whole family standing behind his decision to be the best pilot to come out of the Garrison.

Now they put Lance into the cargo pilot class at first, to keep him sated, and for awhile it works out. Lance is doing great in his classes, he’s even #1 in the cargo pilot class, and he sends the government any tactics, battle plans, etc. that he creates. Lance even made friends with his roommate, who is an incredible engineer and friend. But Lance wants more, he doesn’t want to stay a cargo pilot, he wants to be a fighter pilot, so he works harder in school to be able to move up. only problem? Keith took the last placement in the fighter pilot class, and now Lance’s government work is kind of lacking its usual brilliance.(can you blame him? His dream has been thwarted by some guy with a mullet! Of course he isn’t really doing his best.)

But then Keith gets kicked out because of some anger problems. So the higher ups make Iverson move up Lance and Hunk to fighter pilot and engineer, hoping that this will get Lance back into his usual groove. Iverson doesn’t like this, but orders are orders. So Lance and Hunk move up, and Pidge joins the group. But that doesn’t mean Iverson has to be nice to Lance, so he does all that he can to remind him that he’s only there because of Keith.

And then they all find Shiro, then join Voltron, and Lance can’t wait to help the team with his thing! He can’t wait to show them that he isn’t just a good shot, but an even better strategic mastermind! But the only one who really knows about Lance’s gift is Hunk, after long nights of listening to Lance talk in English and Cuban about tactical advantages and every battle plan he’s thought of. The others just think that Lance is just a flirt, who doesn’t really take anything seriously. So whenever he tries to put in his own ideas, he get shut down before he can really tell hem his ideas. It makes him start questioning his talent, and his place on the team.

Then during a mission, things go south. Fast. And Lance tries to offer up his plan on how to get out of there, but again he gets shut down again, something like “ shut up Lance! We’re trying to figure out how to get out of here, we don’t need your stupid jokes!” From who, that’s kinda up in the air at the moment. Then, uh oh! Lance gets captured while their escaping!

And Hunk is pissed. Beyond pissed! As soon as the team meets up to try and talk, Hunk goes OFF ON THEM!!! He tells everyone how Lance is a prodigy tactician and strategic genius, and that if they only listened to Lance than everyone might have made it out safe and Lance wouldn’t have been captured. And of course everyone is now feeling bad that they’ve always ignored Lance or shut him down before he could say his ideas. And Slav is now freaking out, because they have technology that can take information from people’s minds, and if the Galra find out about Lance’s talent, that could be really bad for them.

At first, the Galra do the usual thing; torture, regular beatings, rarely feeding him. But he isn’t spilling anything, so they use that machine on Lance, hoping to get information on Voltron. But when they find out that his brain is filled with incredible battle plans, you can bet your ass that they continue to use this machine to use his tactics against voltron. And all the while Lance is in constant pain, for the machine, from his injuries, and he can’t stop it. He can’t protect his friends, instead the thing everyone has called ‘a gift’ is going to hurt his friends. And he can’t do anything to stop it.

Wow, that was a lot longer than I was planning. but yeah, lance being crazy brilliant. I totally headcanon it. So I hoped you like, and if you got any questions, don’t be afraid to ask them!

Growing up asexual

You are twelve and your best friend kisses you the day before moving away. He’s nervous and shy, and the kiss is soft, but there are no sparks and no butterflies in your stomach. You are left feeling weird and uncomfortable, like there’s something wrong with you.

You are thirteen and your classmates talk about their crushes and how much they want to kiss them. You listen from a corner but don’t join the conversation. You don’t have a crush on anyone, you wouldn’t want any of their mouthes close to yours, so you can’t add anything to it. One of them still turns around and asks you about your crush. No one believes you when you say no one. The next day there is a rumor that you love one of your friends.

You are fourteen and come back home to find your living room busy with relatives. You join them and for a while everything seems fine, everyone is talking about embarrasing moments, and telling funny stories, and saying lame jokes. But then one of your aunts smiles conspirationally and winks at the other adults, and starts questioning you.

“You must have a boyfriend, someone as pretty as you!” She beams, and everyone gathered agrees. “So tell us, who is your boyfriend? Who do you like?”

You try to laugh it off and get out, and feel uncomfortable about it all, but they keep asking and keep asking and so you say the first name that comes into your mind (because your classmates didn’t believe you and you almost lost a friend because of it). That satisfies them for now and they all commend you for your good taste. No one notices you slipping out of the room until much later, and they all think it’s because you’re a teen now.

(Not one of them thinks that maybe they made you uncomfortable. No one thinks that maybe you would rather not talk about things like this.)

You are fifteen and have resigned yourself to the feelings of isolation. Your friends talk about masturbating, about sex, about the hot people in the class. Your classmates still ask you who you are crushing on. Sometimes you say a random name, and sometimes you claim to be too busy with your homework to worry about love (which seems to be a good enough excuse), but in the privacy of your mind you still wonder.

You look at women, trying to feel any sort of attraction towards them. You even try kissing a friend, but you feel absolutely nothing. You conclude that you can’t be neither homosexual nor bisexual. The logical leap to this is that you must be hetero, since those are the only options.

You try to make yourself fall in love with a boy, then. You stare at the so-called cute boy of your class for hours, waiting for the magical spark to appear. You try to make yourself love a boy based on his clothing. You try to understand what the hell is it that people are talking about.

You waste days, weeks, months on this task. You never succeed.

You are sixteen and you know you are broken. People still ask you about love and sex and crushes, and you still lie for fear of being different, of being alienated, of feeling even more isolated than you already do. You know you will have to marry one day, because marriage is mandatory no matter what you feel. So you resign yourself to pretending, to keep up the act. You try and keep trying not to let it bother you, but the idea of sex, of marriage, of love, all of it makes your stomach churn. You try to pretend you aren’t broken, but you know you are.

You are seventeen when you first see the word asexual, somewhere on the internet. You end up looking that word up, and find a website dedicated to it. There are hundreds upon hundreds of comments in the forums, but you first read the FAQs.

‘Asexuality is not feeling sexual attraction’, you read out loud, barely a whisper, as something inside of you clicks. It makes sense. It makes sense but you ignore it, and convince yourself that you do feel it (because there was that boy you thought looked pretty and that girl you considered cute), and you think the only reason why you don’t really fall in love and want sex is because you are broken. You know this to be true.

You close all of the tabs related to that word. For the next weeks you pretend to never have found it, but it’s always at the back of your mind.

(It’s a chance of being whole, your mind whispers, and you deny it because you are normal. You’ve been trying to be normal for so many years and you must be, have to be, will be…)

Asexuality fits with your life. You are broken, but maybe you aren’t alone.

You are eighteen, and you are more informed now. You have accepted that you are asexual (ace, as the community calls it), and you are somehow much happier now. You know you aren’t broken, now. You know this is an option that was never presented to you before.

You finally come out to your family, feeling safe and secure and confident in your knowledge. Your family laughs. They say that asexuality doesn’t exist, that it’s impossible not to feel sexual attraction. They tell you that you are too young, that you’ll find the right person, not to worry, as if your biggest worry was to not fall in love, instead of not succeding in life. They act like idiots and apologize when it’s too late, and even as you accept their apologies your mind keeps whispering (but what if they are right, what if it’s true, what if you are too young, what if you are faking it, what if, what if)

Your family refers to asexuality as 'that thing’, and they never ask you questions about it. It becomes an unspoken thing. Something that must never be talked about.

Sometimes you feel like crying, but you don’t really know why.

You are nineteen when you come out to your friends. You have put a wall around the fiasco with your family, and you explain everything to them. Your friends are open-minded about it and agree that it fits with your behaviour. They ask you questions and joke about it, but always make sure not to be offensive. You smile all thorought the afternoon, and even once you get home.

A few weeks later one of your friends tells you they are terrified of the idea of being like you, or becoming like you. They say, with concern and real worry in their eyes, that they wouldn’t be able to live a life like yours, so uninteresting, so lonely. You tell them not to worry and don’t even cry about it. But there is a heavy feeling in your chest and a knot in your throat.

You are twenty and the world exhaustes you sometimes. You get tired of watching sex and romance be such an important part of the plots of your favourite movies and TV shows. You are tired of being told in very subtle ways that your orientation isn’t valid. You are tired of the looming threat of corrective rape, of people who hate on you for your sexuality, of stupid jokes and stupid tropes. You are tired of them all.

But you are also twenty and understand that you aren’t broken. You know you aren’t alone. So you wear your ace ring with pride and wear the colors of the flag during the awareness week, and are ready to talk about it with anyone who listens. You are tired of being silenced, so you will yell until you get hoarse if that’s what it takes for the world to listen.

You are twenty, and you accept yourself, and even if things get rough, they can also get better.

things i love(d) about you;

i. the creases around your eyes - they’d deepen every time i made you smile. it served as the perfect frame around your lively eyes. and like a painting, i felt you staring even when i looked away.

ii. every time you laughed - melodic music to my ears whenever i told a stupid joke. your laugh sounds like hope, the promise that tomorrow will come with the chance to try again. i never felt like i deserved to hear it.

iii. your gaze, when our eyes met - i don’t know how you did it, but with one look, you held the key to me. to lift me up or make my knees weak was a choice only you could make. i craved your spontaneity.

—  c.j.n.
Lucilled.

Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has added Steve, Tony, Thor, Nat, Wanda, T’Challa, Clint, Sam and Bucky.

Y/N: Guys, I have a serious problem.

Y/N: Guys, seriously, this isn’t the right time to ignore me.

Y/N: GUUUUUUYYYYSSSSSSS.

Y/N: PICK.

Y/N: YOUR.

Y/N: DAMN.

Y/N: PHONES.

Y/N: UP.

Y/N: AND ANSWER MEEEEEEE. I NEED HELP.

Tony: Y/N this better be important, or else you will remember not to wake me up ever again at 2 in the fricking morning.

Steve: Someone got up on the wrong foot. So what’s so urgent?

Tony: Still in my bed, but will gladly get up to kick your ass.

Wanda: Oh just kiss already.

Clint: I so ship it.

Clint: What do you think their ship name is?

Bucky: STONY.

Bucky: I mean I guess it could be that, but I don’t know, I guess it could, I mean maybe it’s not.

Sam: Don’t play innocence now, I know you read a lot of #Stony smut.

Bucky: Do not.

Y/N: Buck honey, even I know you do.

Thor: What’s smut?

Nat: Porn. But written.

T’Challa: Yeah, remember that time when I walked into your room and you-

Bucky: OKEY

Bucky: FIRST OF ALL, YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG.

T’Challa: Oh did I now?

Tony: No T’Challa continue, I think you were just getting to the good parts and I would hate to miss them.

T’Challa: So as I was saying, I walked in and—

T’Challa has been disconnected.

Bucky has left the chat.

Clint: Oh snap.

Y/N: Oh geez guys. But anyway the story’s not that interesting.

Steve: I was just getting into it.

Thor: Lady Y/N, I have far more important question to ask. Why did you wake us up? I assume it wasn’t for T’Challa to tell his story about Mr. Barns masturbating, was it?

Nat: Haa I told you Stark.

Tony: Whatever. He was always weird.

Steve: Tony you owe us some money. C’mon.

Sam: I always knew there was something wrong about him.

Sam: He never smelt good.

Wanda: I am pretty sure that was you when you hadn’t showered in four days?!

Y/N: YOU HAVAN’T SHOWERED IN FOUR DAYS?

Y/N: GEEZ, how?

Clint: Y/N?

Y/N: Huh, yeah?

Nat: We would all like to know why did you woke us up.

Y/N: Oh yeah

Y/N: oh boi. I almost forgot.

Y/N: I mean I never will but you guys helped me to get my mind out of it for at least little bit.

Steve: Y/N, what happened?

Wanda: You’re scaring us.

Sam: And we all know Mrs. Controlling you mind isn’t easy to be scared.

Y/N: I can’t go with you on a mission this time, because, because…

Y/N: Two of my family members passed away. And while trying to save them, my, my little baby almost lost his left arm.

Steve: Oh my goodness Y/N, that is awful.

Steve: I am truly sorry. Rest in peace.

Thor: Lady Y/N, I am truly sorry about your loss. Do you need anything?

Tony: Wow, I am sorry.

Clint: Really Y/N? Really?

Nat: Clint have some respect.

Wanda: Yeah she just went through a lot.

Sam: She lost two incredible people.

Steve: Y/N take as much time off as you need. No one is going to blame you for not going on a mission.

Tony: Yeah rest kid. Take some time off.

Clint: Oh c’mon guys. She didn’t lose anyone.

Sam: Clint, this isn’t time for your stupid little jokes.

Nat: I swear to God I’m gonna kick your ass.

Thor: Don’t worry of you suddenly feel some weird shaking, hear screaming or see unexpected lightning.

Wanda: you get him Thor.

Clint: HEY, HEY, HEEEEY. No need for violence, okay?

Clint: and besides she didn’t lose anyone.

Clint: At least not in real life.

Y/N: HOW DARE YOU? THEY WERE MY FAMILY.

Clint: Mine too so? I didn’t woke up the whole team and bragged about it.

Tony: What, wait, wait. What the heck is going on here right now?

Steve: Y/N have you been drinking again?

Y/N: No.

Nat: Then what the heck is Clint talking about.

Wanda: Waiiiit, I think I know it.

Sam: Did you just finish the season 3 of Game of Thrones? Because Robbs and Caitlyn’s deaths are kinda an old thing.

Clint: Nope not that.

Tony: Explain yourself Y/N, and don’t make me count.

Wanda: oh I definitely know what it is.

Wanda: and I am out of here before it gets ugly.

Wanda has left the chat.

Clint: Traitor.

Steve: Will someone explain already?

Clint: Do you wanna tell them y/N?

Y/N:

Y/N: R.I.P Glenn and Abraham. You will be missed.

Tony: YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME?

Tony: I woke up for this.

Tony: You’re gonna pay. But tomorrow, I am way to tired now.

Tony has left the chat.

Y/N: oldie.

Sam: FUCK YOU Y/N, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING.

Sam: I DIDN’T NEED THIS SPOILERS.

Sam: FUCK YOU.

Sam has left the chat

Thor: Aren’t they from that one show with the dead raising?

Steve: It’s exactly that.

Thor: Oh Loki is watching it. Now I can ruin it for him.

Thor has left the chat.

Steve: So that’s all? That your family?

Y/N: It was stressful and tragically. My little babies

Steve: You know they are just characters, right?

Clint: Oh buddy.

Steve has been disconnected.

Y/N has left the chat.

Clint: Better run big guy.

Clint: Unless you wanna get Lucilled.

Clint has left the chat.

Bucky has joined the chat

Bucky: So T’Challa lied

Bucky: Wait WHAAAAAAT?

Bucky: Am I Dreaming?

Bucky: This is just a nightmare right? Yeah.

Bucky: No NO NONONONONONON

Bucky has left the chat.

Nat: I swear to God, they need help. ASAP.

Nat has left the chat.

 

 

Shitty i know. sorry.

how many years have I lost to naruto- watching, reading, fanarts, fanfictions, headcanons, creating self-insert ocs- how many?

  • Keith: I love you. I want to spend every day with you. You make life worth living. I want to hold your hand and laugh at your stupid jokes. I want to kis- *looks at script*
  • Keith: in a nohomo way. You're like a brother to me.
Weak (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1726

Summary:  The reader and Bucky are best friends. Flirtatious best friends, but best friends nonetheless. But sometimes, Bucky can’t control his feelings, and neither can the reader.

A/N: OMGOMGOGMOGOMGOMG. Oh my god. Bucky. you already know. I hope you guys enjoy this! as always, i had so much fun writing it but it was super amplified because BUCKY!!


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female character challenge: five romantic ships [2 / 5]
↳ Amy Raudenfeld and Karma Ashcroft (Karmy), Faking It

You’re lucky… you’ve fallen in love with your best friend. The person who accepts you at your worst and laughs at your stupid jokes. The person who knows you better than you know yourself. I would kill to spend the rest of my life with that person.

g o t 7 : sleeping over

 there was a request for this one so i hope it lived up to expectations xD i’m thinking of creating another part out of this though. perhaps waking up with GOT7 and mayybe a how you’d fall asleep? idk so please let me know by  requesting! here is my masterlist :) have a good day!!

warnings: none :))
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 제이비 J A E B U M
- if JB was coming to yours for a sleepover he’d be sure to overpack bringing several pillows even though it’s unnecessary
- whenever he stays over he always leaves with a hoodie or a t-shirt missing hmm ;)
- you savour those quieter evenings with Jaebum and love watching the sunset together. i was going to say music would softly be playing in the background but i think JB would love having your hand in his on your lap as he hums or sings 양심없이 (don’t care) softly aH
- and those unnecessary pillows? calls for a pillow fight
- his hair would get so fluffy ^.^
- you’d settle for bed quite early and enjoy the comforting silence as you fell asleep resting your head on Jaebum’s shoulders

마크 M A R K 
- Mark wouldn’t even knock on the door if he was coming to yours since he’s such a frequent visitor
- most of the time you just presume he’s staying over when he turns up at your apartment
- but when you’ve planned a sleepover with Mark you’d love how you’d notice he was here by the smell of your favourite takeaway downstairs
- you’d spend hours playing video games like Overwatch, always dropping funny comments at one another about who’s the better player
- you’d sit on his lap as you both held your controller co he could teach you how to become a sweat at the game. he’d kiss you’re hair whenever a new round of the game was starting “ready jagiya?”
- to Mark sleeping over felt like a huge escape from tiring dance practises and he’d enjoy watching as you talk with him as you faced each other on the bed
- slowly, everything will get quieter and Mark would shuffle closer to you, softly kissing you’re forehead because you’re always the first to go to sleep

잭슨 J A C K S O N
- you’re sleepovers are full of instant ramen pots after the one time he tried to cook you a dish that didn’t end up to be edible
- sleepovers are the time where Jackson really feels so comfortable and doesn’t try to impress you because everything is so calm and intimate
- for a while you’d channel surf but you’re both too busy talking about your day and exchanging stupid jokes to even think about watching the channel: in this case it’s teleshopping
- the hours talking on your bed would seem to go incredibly fast in each others company. you’d have both started talking with it being light outside and were still talking in complete darkness when the sun had set
- sometimes Jackson would give you his hoodie and you’d go on a short walk to find something other than instant ramen pots
- your nights wouldn’t be late or early, together you’d talk about more dreams and ambitions you have before actually fall asleep beside each other to sweet dreams 

진영 J I N Y O U N G 
- i feel like you and Jinyoung wouldn’t plan sleepovers often therefore when you do stay the night at GOT7′s apartment it’d seem more special
- respectfully the other guys wouldn’t interfere when you choose to put on a romance movie in the lounge 
- making a warm drink together became a tradition from when you first started dating. the kitchen would always be left in a mess lets the leader clear it up
- both of you love to share popcorn as you watched movies, a huge blanket would cocoon the both of you to feel each other’s warmth
- Jinyoung always surprises you with new movies that you’ve never seen before
- for 90% of the film though he’s admiring your expressions as they change throughout the movie and sometimes you’d catch him doing so
“what? is there something on my face?” “yeah, let me just-” *throws popcorn at you*
- most of the time the couch would be your bed as Jinyoung and you would get so snug where you were laying, you’d end up falling asleep tangled together

영재 Y O U N G J A E
- your sleepovers would turn out to be for a straight up week since Youngjae’s schedule is so packed. but when there’s free time you always are with him constantly
- sleeping over at each other’s apartments means so much to you since when you were only friends and before debut you’d always be having sleepovers
- as friends he’d always intend to sleep on the floor but you insisted that you’d both be comfier if you were in each others arms. for the first few months of being together he’d be sweet and always check if you wanted him to sleep on the floor
- i feel like Youngjae would love a relaxing evening with a brightly coloured bath bomb involved
- when you were at GOT7′s apartment you would always greet the boys for a while before going off to Youngjae’s room for cuddles

뱀뱀 B A M B A M
- he wouldn’t have to worry about bringing anything but himself since everything he owns is practically already at yours. things of his folded in your drawers, glasses lying on your desk and his shoes by your front door
- together you would spend a lot of time looking at memes and watching crack videos dabbing contest?
- BamBam lowkey loves pamper evenings and he’ll own the overpriced moisturiser that makes you giggle when he rubs it in your skin and down your neck
- midnight snacks? BamBam magically reveals food he’s somehow been hiding all night
- being in each other’s presence was a big enough excuse not to sleep for thE WHOLE NIGHT “it’s 5:05 Bammie” “we’ll go to bed soon” “how is it 8am already?” “shh we’ll go to bed soon”

유겸 Y U G Y E O M
- a toothbrush of Yugyeom’s would already be in your bathroom since he’s always over whenever GOT7 aren’t busy
- Yugyeom always finds the excuse to sing, and as soon as the sleepover starts music is blaring as you both are singing as loud as you can and holding you close as you dance on the bed
- together you’re professional den makers. but since he’s so tall his feet would stick out the end so he’d end up spooning you
- it’d be around 2am when you’d both be incredibly sleepy to the extent where you can barely keep your eyes open
- so tired to the point where you’re also loopy and laughing at the strangest things
- the quiet noise of music playing will drive you both to sleep just as the suns beginning to rise

Culture Shock part 1 (Jungkook angst)

Be honest. Deep down, could you see yourself marrying someone like me?

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Part two Part three Part four

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: Angst


It was your favorite position in the world, lying in bed, resting your head on Jungkook’s chest, his arm wrapped around you. He was holding his phone just above you, showing you a series of Youtube videos from a sketch show that you didn’t particularly like. Every time something dumb happened on the small screen, his chest shook so much under the weight of his laughter that it felt like an earthquake beneath your head, and you loved it. Every chuckle was a welcome reminder of how much you adored this man. In this perfect moment, you felt truly happy. Happy, settled, and in love. 

Your bliss was suddenly interrupted by Jungkook’s shrill ringtone. The video on the screen was replaced by an incoming call from his mom. 

“Sorry baby,” he said, then kissed you on your nose, making you giggle. He slid out from underneath you and sat up at the edge of the bed. You sat too, staying close to him so you could cling to his arm as he answered the phone. 

“Hello, Mom,” he said into the receiver.

Helloooo,” you called out in the most ridiculous voice you could muster. You laughed at your own stupid joke. 

Jungkook shot you a look. It wasn’t the amused, playful look that you were expecting. It was an embarrassed, angry look that made you shrivel. His eyes were suddenly cold and his mouth tightened into a straight line, making you feel tiny. You met his look with a questioning shrug, silently asking him what was wrong.

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Seth Rollins x reader

(y/n) dislikes Seth because he’s super cocky, but he’s totally into her and flirts with her all time etc. Smutty and they end up together.

Originally posted by moxley-master

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