#(pun/joke not intended i swear)

[pandoraroid]

honey has scheduled breakdowns

honey who imagines guy's voice in their head whenever they're studying or working and things arent making sense and they're getting frustrated so they tune into guy's voice in their head and they just imagine it's him the mumbo jumbo jargon shit is all about and suddenly they're locked in again

[kideaternomnom]

Y’know Idk why people compare Zuko to Todoroki when…Zuko’s sm prettier, badass, cooler, and just better in every way possible. 🙌🏻Don't compare my boy Zuko to some random ripoff-

[theonevoice]

Have a gold star...

I swear, I started this as a wholesome innocent comment on how when Crowley has to think of a prize, after 6000+ years, his sweet head still goes to stars as the ultimate symbol of something beautiful and cherished.

But then I was struck by something: sarcasm.

Both times, when he tells someone to "have a gold star," he doesn't say it with a tone of affectionate irony, like the cool-but-sweet uncle with a rough personality but a soft heart. He says it with a tone of bitter sarcasm, of painful disenchantment.

Because it's not a prize that he is offering; it's a sop, a cruel joke-gift, something that will get you excited at first just because you have a stupid, naive, innocent soul, and you will later realize that it means nothing to the one who assigned it to you, and that they are ready to take it away whenever they want, while the rest of the world laughs at your ridiculous gullibility.

Because this is what stars were for him.

They were his beloved, exciting creation. The star-factory nebula was his cherished task, assigned to him by God, and he believed that it was meant to be a thing of beauty and splendor, and hold value in the grand scheme of the universe... only to discover, immediately after he created it, that it was never intended to have any value at all. It meant nothing to God. It wasn't even planned to last enough to fullfill its purpose. It was a joke, a cruel prank. 

The stars were God's bad pun of giving angel!Crowley something to do, and love, and have hope and expectations for, and then taking it away. Revealing that it was just a shiny piece of gold cardstock that only a simpleton could consider valuable. Of course he can only say "have a gold star" as a dry snarky sarcastic comment on someone who thinks they have achieved something meaningful when it's actually nothing. Be it the Them defeating the Four Horsemen. Be it Muriel being noticed by the Metatron.

Great, sure, have a gold star, be all excited and squealing with happiness, it will turn into ashes before you even know it.

I am not sure that Crowley's snake eyes were ever intended to signal that he cannot see the stars because snakes have bad vision (even ignoring the zoological fact that they are sensitive to UV light though, so they should still see astronomical objects, in the book it says that demons must be able to see at night, and that's why Crowley doesn't need to turn on the lights on the Bentley), but for sure the Fall and Heaven's cruelty has ruined the stars for him, in a way.

Now, in his mind, they are the ultimate symbol of delusion, of naivety, of foolishly investing your love and passion and hopes in something, of stupidly ignoring that the things you cherish will be ruined or taken away from you or leave you on their own accord.

That's also why Aziraphale's "nothing lasts forever" cuts him so deep. That's why his "no... no, I dont' suppose it does" sounds so much like a truth that he is remembering instead of one that he has jsut discovered.

Here you go, you did it again, you thought you had something significant and instead it was just like your stars, you should have known that whenever you find something beautiful it's just a matter of time before you lose it, you shouldn't get too attached.

In s1e6 he says it to the Them, in s2e6 he says it to Muriel. I do hope that in s3e6 he will get the chance to say it again, but this time it will be honest and out of joy, because whatever is going to happen will make him able again to believe that you can be happy, and can hold onto the good things that you love. You can have all the gold stars, for real. They don't always have to disappear and leave you in pain. They can stay with you.

[notjustjavierpena]

i love how playful javi and wife are in the bedroom sometimes. cracking jokes and being gross. they’re so comfortable with each other and it really shines in these moments.

I would love to see a drabble focusing on them absolutely loosing it laughing while being intimate.

Giggles (Drabble)

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A/N: This was lovely to write! However, it was so hard (no pun intended) to come up with a joke on the spot. I have a whole list now for future use. Also - when does the word count get high enough for it to stop being a drabble?

Summary: You make a joke for the first time during sex.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, female masturbation, oral sex (m receicing), mouth-fucking, dirty talk, cumshot, giggles and love

Word count: 1.2k

Giggles

It has been four months now and it is the best sex of your life. It is not like you have a million different experiences to compare with being with Javier Peña but whenever he has you naked, you just know that it doesn’t feel like this with others and you doubt others have even felt the way you do with their own partner. The stupid man makes you come so hard that you lose sense of time and space, and you walk around in a cockdrunk haze that consists almost entirely of waiting for the next time you can see him.

One more thing. He makes you giggle. Tiny snickers come from your mouth even when he is inside of you, and his eyes gleam with boyish pride and joy whenever you accidentally snort from laughter during sex.

“What was that?” He always asks, pulling your hands from your face whenever embarrassment heats up your cheeks enough for you to want to hide behind something. Seeing the look of humiliation on your face when doing the perfect imitation of a pig during a time when you should be imitating the flawless femme fatale is apparently too funny for him not to mock lovingly. Sometimes, you think he might joke around on purpose for the sole benefit of hearing you laugh but you don’t dare hope that is the reason because that’ll mean this is love.

Like that time when you banged your dominant hand into your doorframe during a date night, hobbling around with a string of swears falling from your mouth, and then later couldn’t give him a handjob with your other one because the angle wasn’t right. He had looked at you with a shit-eating grin and asked if you weren’t ambi-dick-trous to which the laughter you gave made the pain subside completely.

However, despite all this, you still haven’t managed the courage to joke back at him during your most intimate moments. You suspect it is some kind of ridiculous attempt to maintain the illusion of being the sexy new girlfriend - God, that is what you are, isn’t it? His girlfriend - but at this point, you think the easiest way is just to break the rules you have made for yourself and dive headfirst into the waters of being funny in the bedroom too. Together.

You have been going down on him a lot lately, eager to please whether it is on your knees or lying down in the bed if it means being soaked in his taste and scent. That is why it seems like the perfect opportunity to earn a chuckle from him.

You are on your back on your bed, and have a hand on Javier’s lower stomach, nails scratching through the hairs right at the beginning of his happy trail, whilst the other one is between your legs to rub circles on your clit in a desperate fashion. Javier is fucking your mouth, the soft skin of his cock sliding past your lips over and over. At this point, you feel like an expert in knowing what to do with your mouth to make him twitch and moan. It is rough, dirty, and only painful in a way that has you groaning for your orgasm.

“I can hear you,” he says breathlessly, voice shaking from how sensitive he is due to his own climax climbing. He is making the bed rattle from his thrusts, “You gonna come with my dick in your mouth, baby?”

You whine to say yes, and then you’re off. The first crash of pleasure washes over you and your jaw goes even slacker as everything below your belly button starts to pulse with no other reason than to make you feel like you’re in heaven. Your eyes roll back, your toes curl and you gag wetly with every other moan you let out.

“Jesus Christ, you are gorgeous when you come,” you hear Javier moan above you, sounding like he is just about to blow. You look up through your damp lashes again, and sure enough, you see that Javier’s eyes are closed and his jaw is locked tightly as he uses you to get off.

You tap his torso with your palm and he pulls back a moment after, brows furrowed and just about to ask when you interrupt him in his thoughts of concern.

“Come on my face,” you order but your voice is hardly commanding as it is hoarse from being throat-fucked.

Javier growls, already wrapping his hand around his spit-slicked dick. He strokes himself fast, eager to paint your face, “Fuck yes, I will.”

“Yeah?” Your voice oozes with dopamine and sex too, “Come on my face, Javi, please.”

“Eres una chica sucía (You’re a dirty girl),” he pants and dares to look down at you.

“I know,” you smile innocently, propping yourself up on your elbows, and opening your mouth with your tongue slightly out.

Javier is done for. He comes with a groan of your name, and it sounds so sweet even if followed by filthy swear words. You take the first shot of come in your mouth but as Javier’s climax peaks and his sounds become whines, his aim falters and the next spurts hit your cheek, jaw, and even across your chin.

He sounds like someone who’s trying to desperately outrun something or someone. His breaths are fast and strained, and you hold onto his sides to keep him steady as he moves to pick a few wipes from a pack on the nightstand that’s being more and more frequently used.

That is when it happens. You hadn’t actually planned what to say, thinking it would come off as too neurotic to schedule a joke. For this reason, it also takes you by surprise.

“So,” you say casually as he sweetly rids your face of his spill, “Come here often?”

He looks down at you with surprise and stops cleaning your face. He doesn’t say anything at first and even though his silence probably only lasts for a second or two, you feel panic rise in your chest. This is what you got for trying to be the funny girlfr—

Javier bursts into laughter. It is loud and unrestrained, and so pleasant to your ears that a flash of making him crack up like that every day for the rest of your life pops up in your mind. How on earth have you waited so long to hear that sound? You watch in awe as he gets crinkles around his eyes, chest rising and falling in short bursts of the lightness laughter brings.

The laughter develops into giggles instead and he is finally able to wipe the rest of your face clean. You find everything about it so infectious that you cannot keep your own snickering at bay. You join in, and after he throws the crumpled wipes on the nightstand, he flops down on top of you to pull you close to his chest.

You feel the vibrations of his chest as he snickers. He doesn’t seem to be able to stop even if it wasn’t that funny - evidently high on post-orgasmic bliss - and you don’t want him to anyway. It is sweet happiness even as he pulls back for a second to look at you, only to start crying with laughter all over again.

You have nothing that you need to get out of bed for. You have all the time in the world. You giggle along with him and listen to his stuttering breaths and try to think of another joke.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 29 - Sex High]

Pairing: Good Boy!Taehyung x Soft Domme!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, artists!AU

Kinks: sex on the bedroom floor, consumption of weed brownies, consensual sex when high, this is incredibly safe & loving, praise, body worship, nipple play, blowjob, cum swallowing, lots of kisses & giggles, Tae is a whiney subbb, adoring aftercare

Wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: all you had to say was "sex high", "shutter sounds tae" and "blowjob" and i knew i had to fulfill your wish oh lordddd this is so hot <3 the shutter sounds couple is THE perfect couple for this kink, no joke 💚

You and Taehyung baked brownies. Very special brownies. Weed brownies, they are weed brownies. You learned the recipe on a holiday in Amsterdam where you and Taehyung stayed at a mutual art friend’s apartment and she showed it to you. You tried your first weed brownie with her that same night and then used your comfortable high to paint. Ever since that night, you and Taehyung like to occasionally recreate her recipe to get high and make art. 

The art which comes out of these hazy nights is always very virtuoso and dream-like. Sometimes, when the munchies hit, you forget all about painting and end up ordering too much food, eating it and talking about anything and everything. And other times, you forget about art and food as the high draws you closer to each other.

Sex when you are high is incredible and feels just like the art you create. Virtuoso and dream-like. Your bodies are overly sensitive to each touch whilst at the same time, feeling far away on fluffy clouds. Your emotions are on a total high as well - pun intended - making you and him obsessed with the closeness you share. 

Being high and having sex is definitely a favourite way to enjoy the special brownies and tonight it is what this evening seems to be evolving into. 

You aren’t aware of it yet because you are still trapped in your artistic trance. You are painting the sundown and cherry blossom trees because this is how the brownie makes you feel.

You have relaxing music playing in the background and from the opened windows, the sounds of the city enters the bedroom. The soft antique Persian rug keeps your butt comfortable as you and Taehyung sit on the floor. Well, you are still sitting, Taehyung has already given up on that. He is lying on his stomach, head resting on his arm and puppy eyes glued to you. The high is really hitting him right now, making it impossible to do much more than lie, listen to the music and look at you. He wouldn’t want it any other way. He feels like he could fly right now if only he tried hard enough. Which he won’t because his limbs feel heavy like lumps of rock. 

It sometimes happens that one of you feels overtaken by their high and loses control in a way. It is never a problem because you are in the company of each other and there is no company safer than that. 

Taehyung feels completely and entirely safe right now. That and so, so, so in love with you that it gets hard to breathe.

Your eyelids are naturally heavy because of the high and your eyes are a little red. He thinks it is beautiful. The sun is setting, entering the bedroom in streaks of gold and oranges which gives your skin the most beautiful glow. Taehyung swears that he can see your aura around your body. It is more golden than any sunlight ever could be. 

“Your soul’s glowing”, he lulls.

It takes you a moment to react and once you do, it is really slow. You set the paint brush down and turn your head in slow motion.

“What?” you ask and blink your eyes one by one.

“Your soul. I see it glow around you. Is golden.” He giggles and scrunches his nose. “Is beautiful.”

You giggle, “you’re so cute.”

Taehyung kicks his feet, giggling even harder. It is contagious, making you giggle just as hard. You draw closer to exchange a hazy kiss. Taehyung cups your cheek for it, moaning softly. His heart races unbearably. 

You sit up afterwards and pick up the paint brush again, while Taehyung keeps gazing at you. It doesn’t take long for you to notice. You lower the brush a second time, studying him.

“Do you not wanna paint anymore?”

“Not right now. I’m so high.” He giggles, rolling to his back. “I see colours all around me.” 

You lay down on your stomach. Like this, you can kiss his forehead. His face is upside down for you, looking a little funny in the angle. You snicker, cradling his soft cheeks. Taehyung smiles at you goofily, wiggling his toes. 

You and he naturally fall into a kiss. Granted, it feels a little weird at first because of the peculiar angle but you make it work. You will always make it work when it means that you can kiss each other. 

Kissing when high is an otherworldly experience. It is as if your lips are genuinely in a dance, as if your tongues solely exist to taste the other, as if your love grows with each kiss. You are so aware of each second shared whilst at the same time feeling as if everything blurs together into a dream.  

Tonight it leaves you breathless, forcing you to break the kiss. Taehyung gasps louder than you, heavy eyes only staying open so he can look at you. 

“Was like our souls were dancing”, he whispers.

“Yeah, it was”, you agree, resting your forehead against the slope of his nose. “I’m far away, Tae.”

“Me too, so far away.” He writhes, reaching down to cup his cock. “Touch me, please.”

He whispered his words, tugging the fabric of his pants away. 

“What?” you breathe, glancing down at his cock. He is tugging and pulling at his pants, squeezing his legs together as best as possible.

It finally trickles into your foggy mind. This is one of his horny highs. Your kisses were already enough to turn him on. 

“Touch me, please.”

“I, I…yes. Oh my god, yes. Tae, yes”, you blabber, rounding him so you are next to his hips. 

He lifts them, letting you pull down his pants and briefs. His semi hard cock comes into vision, looking beautiful in the golden sunlight.

“Gosh you. Look at you. You’re so handsome.” 

Motivated by your praise, Taehyung pulls off his shirt next, looking at you with expectant puppy eyes.

“Wow Tae, you’re so beautiful”, you gasp, closing the distance by kissing his neck.

Taehyung sighs softly, rolling his head to the side. His skin tingles where you touch and kiss him, his heart races unbearably.

Your gentle fingers are tracing the paths of his torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It feels so good. To both of you. 

You trail the kisses to his chest, leaving gentle lovemarks wherever they feel right. He has such a pretty body, it would be a shame not to leave some art on it. Taehyung sighs more and more with each new mark you leave, letting the first moan of the day slip when you take his left nipple between your lips to lick it. 

His hand falls to the nape of your neck, rubbing you softly. His legs are restless. You hope to calm them down with touches to his inner thighs. 

“This is….ah…” he lets out, shuddering with his entire body. The combination of nippleplay and getting his thighs touched is very lethal to him. Especially when he is in such a droopy, sensitive state. 

“Is it nice for you?” you whisper as you kiss a path to his other nipple. It shouldn’t feel left out. 

“Yeah…nice”, he mewls, writhing sensually. 

Taehyung has such a pretty way of showing that he likes what is done to him. His body moves with such grace and in an almost artistic way. Sometimes, when the mood is right, you like to film him in these moments. He is such a natural in front of the camera that these little movies of passion always come out pretty. You would never show them to anyone. It is your little secret and you are very possessive over them.

“I love how you move, sweetheart”, you lull your words, painting a path of lovemarks down to his tummy. His hand slips from your neck like this, now laying beside his head and twitching each time you kiss an especially tender spot. “You’re so pretty. So, so pretty.”

You reached his lower stomach by now, mouth salivating at what was to come. You could tease him, rile him up, make him want your mouth like he wants air in his lungs. But the thing is? You don’t really want to wait yourself. The high you are on really makes you want to munch and right now, the only delicacy you need is his cock.

“Please, don’t tease me”, he begs instinctively, making you smile against his lower stomach. He is so cute.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Please, I-I need you.”

If only he knew that you weren’t planning on teasing him. You suck one last mark of love to his stomach then sit up.

“Look at me as I do it. Yeah?”

Taehyung obeys. He props himself up on his elbows, tensing his stomach a little to stay in the position. He is breathing so quickly, eyes slightly glassy and lips puffy from biting down on them.

“Good boy. Try to stay like this, okay?”

“Yes, I stay like this. I, I promise.”

“Good boy.”

You change positions quickly, climbing between his legs. You run your hands to his hips, holding them still as you lower yourself to his length.

Taehyung rolls his head back, moaning from the bottom of his heart. Sinking into your mouth is already incredible on normal days, but when he is high, it is unbelievable. Every single fiber in his cock exists solely for you, every second feels like warm heaven. Taehyung was never as aware of the texture of your tongue and cheeks than he is right now. 

“Fuck, this feels so good”, he whispers under his breath, making you chuckle around him because he rarely curses. If he does, he is either really angry or completely lost in pleasure. There is no in between. And judging by his glowing, pleasure filled face, it is latter right now. 

Motivated by his reaction, you sink him in deeper, keeping him there for as long as possible before your gag reflex sets in. You slip off of him, giving his flushed tip eager sucks and licks. 

“Ah, god”, Taehyung whimpers, dropping on the floor. He presses the back of his hand against his own mouth, closing it to a fist afterwards. “ah, mmhhhhm.”

“Is it nice?”

“So nice. Like a dream.” 

“I love your cock so much, sweetheart”, you lull, taking him back inside again. 

The way you suck cock might not be the most pornstar way of doing it, but it is real. Of course you want to blow his mind and give him shaking orgasms with your throat, but you also know your limits. You are just a normal woman and most normal, untrained people tend to have gag reflexes. You are no different. You go down as deep as you can manage and keep him there for as long as possible, switching it up with licks around his tip whenever you need to take a break. It is definitely not pornstar worthy, but it’s you and that’s pretty neat. 

Taehyung would agree. Oh my god, how he would agree. There is no other person on this earth who could make him feel so good. Granted, you are the only person he ever slept with because he was still a virgin when you met, but he knows for a fact that nobody could beat you. 

“This is so intense, I can’t breathe”, he moans.

“Need a break?” 

“No. No, just feels so good.”

“Mhm I love when you’re like this. It’s so sexy”, you purr, feeling ready to take him back inside again. 

Taehyung exhales shakily, sliding his fist to his forehead instead. His pretty lips look so, so pretty when he parts them like this. His cheeks are prettily flushed as well.

You slide off of him, giggling as you kiss his pretty cock.

“I keep thinking everything ‘bout you is pretty”, you confess, squeaking as you giggle. 

Taehyung automatically has to giggle with you, but this changes quickly into a mewl when you sink him back into your mouth. You try the sucking technique for a change, keeping the depth to a little under his tip. You relax your lips as well, letting them move around his cock whenever you pull back and slide down. 

“This. Please this. More of this, please”, Taehyung begs, sliding his hand to his hair to grab it. “Please don’t stop, please.”

You mewl around him, fulfilling his wish gladly. This is comfortable for you because it doesn’t trigger your gag reflex so you can do this for a long time. You are soooo ready to do this for him. He is moaning so much, squirming his hips in pleasure. 

You know that this feels so good for him and you want him to keep feeling this good. 

“___. Please don’t stop, please.” 

“Mhhm”, you purr in reassurance, adding your hands to the mix as well. You use your right hand to jerk off what you can’t fit, using your left hand to play with his perky nipples. 

Taehyung arches into your touch, moaning your name. His unoccupied hand automatically falls to the back of your head, but he doesn’t push. Of course he doesn’t, he would never. It just rests there and shakes so prettily while you drive him wild. 

“This is gonna make me cum. Please don’t stop”, he begs, writhing oh so prettily. 

You moan, shaking your head. It is your wordless promise that you will never ever stop this until he has enough. This is about him and he should know it. 

“Oh god, I’m so close”, he whimpers, curling his toes.

You can taste that he is close. He is starting to leak the most delicious pearls of precum on your tongue, pairing it with eager throbs of his length. You lick and suck them off hungrily, moaning around him.

“___ oh my god, ___”, he is panting, barely getting his words out. “Can I, I cum in your mouth, ple-please?”

You nod your head in consent, taking him in a little bit deeper to make it more intense for him. You pinch and rub his nipple, sending electricity straight to his cock.

“Oh god, thank- ah! A-ah!”

Quite frankly, there is no better feeling than experiencing him as you work him up to an orgasm. He gets so vocal, so whiney and restless. It is beautiful. It feels like a dream today. It leaves you so high, in more ways than one.

“I’m cumming”, he croaks and squeaks, releasing inside your mouth in warm spurts of his cum.

You purr, drinking it up happily and caressing his restless hip as he thrusts into you against his will. You keep your lips relaxed for it, holding your head at the perfect height to keep it comfortable for you while still allowing him the freedom to thrust. Taehyung thanks you with highest and cutest moans ever, scratching your scalp softly as his fingers keep twitching on your head.

He needs seven uncoordinated thrusts and then he drops, forcing his cock to flap out of your mouth. It slaps against his stomach, throbbing softly as it recovers.

“Oh god, wow”, he gets out, writhing from side to side. He buries his own hands in his hair, sniffling vividly.

And while he recovers from his intense high, you kiss a path up his torso until you are mouth to mouth. Taehyung hooks his arms behind your head, pulling you into a sloppy, yet slow kiss. He licks the remnants of his orgasm out of your mouth, whimpering quietly. He loves tasting himself on your tongue. Especially when he is high with you and the real world seems so far away. He is in a dream, he really is.

“This felt so good”, he whispers between kisses, “I was so far gone.”

“Mhhm me too. It was just you for me right now.”

“Yeah, mh-hm yeah. Just you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh god, I’m still shaky”, he says and pulls you against him to find warmth this way. You hug him tightly, sitting on his lap and squeezing your chest against his’.

“I’m here, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh god, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Wow”, he sighs and giggles, giving you a little squeeze, “I love being high with you.”

“Me too. I feel so good.”

“Yeah…” he grins goofily, “so good.”

[trblsvt]

the long way | yoon jeonghan

summary | it was just like any other shoot. go in, pose, drink water, don't get food on the clothes, and don't joke around with the staff. easy. except it wasn't that easy. genre | just fluff, model!jeonghan warnings | swearing (?), like one innuendo word count | 2.2k words pairing | yoon jeonghan x gn!reader min | lowercase intended @i-luvsang likes to torture me with this concept so here it is. you're welcome. i may have diverged a little from your original concept... i actually don't think there's any language in here. i tried to make this gender-neutral, but if anyone finds a fem!reader pronoun please let me know!

jeonghan liked his job. really, he did. what was there to complain about it? it was an easy, not to mention, fun life. he liked traveling. he liked the different foods he got to try. he liked the nice clothes he got to wear during photoshoots. he would be lying if he said he never stole some of the clothes that he got to wear. he especially enjoyed chatting with the staff.

they were usually amiable with him and entertained his antics. sometimes he even got a genuine laugh out of a few photographers too.

but sometimes, just chatting was boring. especially when the conversations were cut short by photographers calling him back to get a few more shots or make-up artists coming up to him to touch up his make-up. so jokes in between shots and lipstick touch-ups were a must.

today was no different. he had to advertise for the brand that he was an ambassador for, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. the clothes were comfortable, the air temperature was just right, and his audience was readily accepting of his jokes.

half of the time he couldn't remember the point of his jokes. he just said whatever came to mind. sometimes he was monologuing his thoughts and people would laugh. it did boost his ego, though. his inner voice was funny enough to garner laughs without even trying

as jeonghan was setting up for another shot, the photographer asked him to fix his stance. "i need you to spread your legs a bit more, jeonghan," the photographer asked. jeonghan had worked with him a few times, so he felt comfortable cracking a slightly inappropriate joke. "wow, mingyu, i thought you'd ask me out on a date first. already trying to get between my legs," jeonghan chuckled, fixing his stance. mingyu only rolled his eyes and went back to adjusting his camera settings.

that joke got a few laughs.

but it was jeonghan. he needed at least seventy-five percent of the staff to laugh at least one of his jokes. what else was he supposed to do when he was there? stand there and look good, yes, but no.

besides, he needed to test his standup on a live unsuspecting audience.

so that's how the rest of the shoot went. jeonghan finding ways to make puns here and throw a few sexual innuendos there. he appeared to be a hit, and that's all he wanted.

that is until he made some half-assed joke that he didn't even think about when he heard something. something so.... attractive. a laugh. from someone who had not laughed at his jokes until the lamest one he had cracked all day. he glanced over his shoulder in the direction that he heard it and his eyes landed on you. you were covering your face with a hand while the other clutched a tray of drinks and a binder tucked under your arm.

he made eye contact and quirked an eyebrow at you. you instantly averted your gaze to the ground and fumbled around for your phone.

cute, he thought.

he needed to hear it again.

for the remaining hour on set he tried and tried to get to you laugh again, but much to his dismay you were on the phone for most of the time.

soon enough he was out of the clothes and into his regular day clothes. the stylist quickly removed the extravagant make-up, and he swiftly grabbed his bag so he could find you.

as he ran out of the dressing room and onto the set. he scanned the room in search of you, and caught a glimpse of your silhouette walking out the door toward the city and not toward the back where the cars were. "jeonghan, are you coming?" his manager called to him. "the car is waiting." jeonghan shook his head and watched as the door closed behind you. "i'm actually going to walk home today. this was the last activity scheduled today, right?" jeonghan stated. even if it wasn't the last thing he had to do today, he had more important things in mind.

"uh, yes, that's all. but are sure you want to walk alone?" his manager questioned.

"i think bringing people with me garners more attention than me just walking by myself," he shrugged. so with that he swung his coat over his shoulders, hat on head, and left the same way you went.

he saw the back of your head make its way through the surprisingly empty street. he checked his watch and realized that it was right before rush hour. he jogged to catch up with you.

he was so close to you now. he could probably reach out and grab your hand if he wanted to, but that would be weird. he didn't even know your name.

how could he even approach you? "hi i'm jeonghan. i thought your laugh was pretty-" wait was that too personal? too forward?

he was so deep in thought, he didn't notice the way you tensed up when he got too close. suddenly you whipped around, "are you following me?"

he paused with a wide-eyed look plastered on his face. this was not the way it was supposed to go. "well, yes. but, not- not in the weird way," he tried to clarify. he looked slightly frantic, he looked worried. you examined his distinctive features. "oh, mr. yoon. i didn't recognize you with your hat on," you laughed.

there it was.

"please, just jeonghan is fine," he assured.

"okay, just jeonghan."

ha, you were pretty witty too. he held out his hand for you to shake. "___," you introduced yourself.

amazing.

"are you on your way to anything important?" he asked after looking at you for a bit longer. you glanced down at your phone and around the street. "i was actually going back to the office to drop this off," you said motioning to the large file bag you held.

"i can accompany you, if you want," jeonghan offered. "if you're not too weirded out by me at this point."

"oh, no. i'm not weirded out. i'm just surprised. i mean, you are a model. models i usually work with don't talk with staff much," you mentioned before starting off walking again. he followed quickly behind you. "so would you say i'm different from other models you've met," he asked playfully.

"yes i suppose. for one, models don't usually joke around on set as much as you do," you noted, glancing down at your phone hoping he wouldn't notice how he was making your heart speed up. "they're a bit too serious sometimes. you were nice though."

jeonghan felt a bit proud of that.

he filled the rest of the walk with pleasant conversation. lightly brushing against your arm. he got you to laugh about ten more times through the walk.

yes, he was counting.

you took him through the park and chatted

"well, this is me," you said standing in front of the large building. he looked up, and he instantly recognized the logo plastered on the door. "wait, you work for-" he started.

"yes, i work for the brand that you are an ambassador for," you giggled. "why else would i be at the shoot? did i not mention all the other models i've had to worked with?"

jeonghan was utterly baffled. "yes. i mean you did. i just, i don't know i wasn't really focused on that part. maybe you just wanted to see a handsome man like myself," he tried to recover.

"well, seeing handsome men like yourself is in my job description. i have to make sure our ambassadors are representing us well," you nudged his arm, and he felt like he could burst with joy.

"well i didn't expect someone as attractive as yourself would work for a place like corporate," he attempted at gaining his confidence back. it appeared to work.

you scoffed lightheartedly and looked away from him. "you flatter me too much, jeonghan," you laughed and looked back at him. suddenly you heard your name being called. "___! there you are, i've been looking for you for the past hour," your co-worker (well more like friend since you had known her since forever) called. you glanced between her and jeonghan. "hey, i'm sorry. i got a little - distracted," you explained apologetically to your obviously frazzled friend.

"really, its my fault. i must've made the walk a bit slower. the park was just so nice today," jeonghan commented, glancing at you hoping that you would look back at him again.

"the park? that's the long way around, you could've taken-" your friend started before you clasped your hands on her shoulders. "well, i seriously do have to bring this back to my manager. thank you for walking with me, it was very kind of you," you said smiling at him.

"of course," he smiled. he held your eyes for a moment before you chuckled quietly and turned away with your friend. "goodbye," he called after you.

"bye," you replied back, only turning your head slightly towards him. you exchanged hushed whispers as the two of you made your way up to the entrance. "isn't that yoon jeonghan?" your friend quizzed. "he's the one who was at the shoot you went to, right? why'd you take him through the park? you know that's the long way. it adds like fifteen minutes to your walk."

"yeah, yeah, i know, he was just so easy to talk to. i needed an excuse to talk to him longer. plus, his laugh was super cute," you remarked.

it had been maybe an hour or two since you had said your goodbye to jeonghan downstairs. you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. how sweet and kind he was. he wasn't too full of himself like some of the other models were, but confident enough to make your heart beat a bit faster than usual. to top it all off, he was genuinely funny too.

you weren't exactly sure how you were supposed to just - forget about him. you worked with many models for the past few years, and sure most of them were nice. just not as nice as jeonghan.

you checked the clock and realized that there were only about thirty minutes left until you could clock out. maybe if you showered when you got home you could get jeonghan's cologne out of your senses.

as you sent your last email of the day and logged out of your computer, you began to gather your things from your desk. unfortunately, you were a bit too preoccupied to notice how the room outside of your office stilled. you were grabbing a few things that fell onto the floor.

then you heard someone clear their throat from your door. "uh, ___, someone is here to see you," one of your other co-workers said.

"uh, i just clocked out, but i can definitely add them on my calendar first thing tomorr-" you trailed off as you lifted your head and saw jeonghan standing outside your office behind the very nervous-looking receptionist.

"i'm afraid that won't work for me," jeonghan sighed absentmindedly looking around your office, hands clasped behind his back.

"mina, you can go," you told the receptionist. mina nodded and ran off. jeonghan stepped into your office and gently closed the door. "this is a surprise, mr. yoon," you said standing up.

"hopefully a welcome one," he joked. "and please, i was gone for a couple hours and you forgot i'm just jeonghan?" you stifled a laugh. "please do not feel like you need to contain you laughter from me, ___," he assured. you nodded a silent, but happy, agreement. "well, jeonghan. what is the occasion for this visit? were you unhappy with something today during the shoot?" you asked, approaching him. "and if tomorrow morning does not work to discuss this matter, i can figure something else out or i-"

"no. it's actually the opposite. i had a great time today. i think my only complaint is that you have not been there for the past few times i've modeled for this brand," he said getting closer to you. you could smell his cologne again and you knew you were in for it. "also, tomorrow morning won't work because i wanted to see if you were free tonight to get dinner with me, that is, unless you prefer breakfast," he smiled.

you were dumbfounded.

jeonghan was here. after hours. asking you out on a date. he was funny, kind, and not to mention quite attractive. you had been thinking about him for the whole day daydreaming about him, and he was here looking very handsome and very sincere. and who were you to decline such a tempting offer?

"how would you know that i would say yes?" you asked as the two of you walked out of the building.

"well for one, you didn't take the subway like a normal person would. secondly, you added a whole extra fourteen minutes to your walk because you skipped the subway and went through the park," he shrugged.

"were you counting?" you giggled and nudged his shoulder playfully.

"and what if i was? and what if i was counting every time you laughed at something i said today? what if i said that was the fifteenth time i've made you laugh today?"

"i might have to kiss you then."

"please do."

min | wow. that was sort of disgustingly cute. am i good a fluff, maybe? im softening with age i think. leave feedback and reblog if you want! it's appreciated. not proofread

[valyrfia]

All joking aside, it's not okay for the FIA to punish Max for swearing and then letting Charles do it. It's not fair (no pun intended).

These are the things that will drive Max out of the sport rather sooner than later.

Either everyone gets punished or nobody. But cherry picking is not okay.

Max Verstappen, welcome to my inbox. I know you’re desperate to get your date but have you ever considered just asking him out…

[acotarmemes]

Did Buttmunch make it to the Night Court?

YES! He did and VERY SAFELY!

icons by @copypastus

Since it's @cassianappreciationweek, I also wrote a little ficlet of:

The Adventures of Cassian and Buttmunch

Read on AO3, or below the cut.

"Cassian? Cassian, are you listening to me?"

It tickles. Oh, gods, it tickles.

Cassian squirms a little, tilting his head and wrinkling his nose. He's sure Nesta is saying something terribly important and while the sound of her voice is a symphony of sun and skies, it takes all of his self-control to contain himself.

"Yes, of course! I, the best husband in the world, devote my complete attention to my beloved wife."

"What was I saying?" Nesta deadpans, folding her arms across her chest. She drums her fingers across her bicep, patiently waiting for Cassian's excuse.

Before he can say anything productive, he bursts into a fit of giggled, and bites his lip. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I swear I was listning. But if you could repeat yourself, I would love you forever."

"You'll love me forever even if I don't," she counters without missing a beat. Her eyes trail him up and down, watching him squirm, nearly cross his arms over his chest and decide against it. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

Her gaze narrows, and she steps closer. Nesta draws her hands back, and strikes hard and fast, tickling his sides. All is lost—completely lost!

Cassian bursts into laughter. "Mercy, mercy!"

"Not until you—Ah!" Nesta's yelp is sudden and pitched as she jumps back. "What's that?"

From the inside of his vest, a tiny baby bluejay pops its head out, using Cassian's chest hair as a tiny little toupee. It chirps at Nesta happily, then wiggles back into the comfort of Cassian's clothes.

"Well, you see, I wanted to ask how you felt about birds?"

"Cassian!"

He knows it isn't very fair to ask Nesta to keep the baby bird when he's already got the baby bird, but he is the General of the Night Court and battles aren't always won with fairness.

***

"What do bluejays eat?"

Azriel's voice is quieter than the little singing bird. He squats by the makeshift nest, watching the hatchling bury itself in scraps of Cassian's old clothing and hair they definitely didn't just pull out. They wanted to swaddle him in Cassian's scent, what else were they supposed to do?

"I dunno."

"Tamlin didn't give you a list?"

"Well, he did, but I lost it."

Azriel pauses, and looks up at Cassian unimpressed. Of course, Cassian would adopt a baby bird and of course, he would decide to wing it. Pun intended. The shadowsinger sighs, and conjures little shadow tendrils to entertain the chick.

"His name?"

"Buttmunch."

A small smile creeps on Azriel's features. The two of them high five in some inside joke no one else is privy too.

"Want to make a bet?"

Cassian tilts his head, his bun following the motion and going lopsided. It's still too early to be stylish. It's just Azriel, anyway. He cocks a scarred brow, already invested in this brewing game. He doesn't win often, but this time, he will. If it's about Buttmunch, nobody knows his baby as well as he does.

"Gather food. Label them. Whoever's food Buttmuch picks wins."

"Okay, what do I win?"

"Your name goes first. Buttmuch, son of Cassian and Azriel. If you win."

"HELL YEAH!"

***

The meeting is running long.

Cassian leans his cheek into his fist, half-lulling himself to sleep. There's only so much court things he can take. He is a man of action, a do-er, not a talker. His only saving grace is the grumpy little bluejay sitting on Rhysand's shoulder. Buttmunch didn't want to get up. Buttmunch also didn't want to left alone in Cassian's room.

He's in a mood, Cassian had told his brother, but Rhysand insisted that his winged-nephew join him.

The hatchling looks especially angry, trembling a little as he—oops.

"Buttmunch the first! Son of Azriel and Cassian!" Cassian yowls between fits of laughter. He gets up and swoops his little birdy with a grin. "I guess that's meeting adjourned? I'll buy you a new suit. Oh, and I told you so."

"With what money? You owe me from last time I spotted you."

"Sorry, gotta go! Potty training!"

***

The problem with being the most handsome and innovative male in the Night Court is that everyone wants to be him. Cassian rescued Buttmunch, and now Azriel wants one too.

He rushes to the texted location—to where his brother found an egg all by itself on the ground. Cradled in the mud at the banks of swampy water lies Buttmunch's future brother.

"Should we wait for the egg to hatch?"

"I don't know. Buttmunch game ready made."

"Ready—Ready made?"

"Yeah, hatched and chirping and all. He just kinda fell out of a tree."

The two of them stand there, inspecting the egg. Cassian feels little feet scractching at his head as Buttmunch pops out of his bun, joining in the open display of curiosity.

Beside them, the water sloshes. Both Illyrians turn their attention to the murky depths.

"Is that—"

"RUN!"

A giant crocodile bursts out of seemingly nowhere, snapping its jaws at the two idiots invading its nest. Cassian holds onto Buttmuch while running for dear life.

"Sorry, Butt," Cassian says, breathless, once they reach safety. "We'll find you a sibling."

***

The scare by the swamp weighs on Cassian's mind. What if Buttmunch had fallen off? What if Cassian forgot to hold onto him and he'd been eaten? Oh, he'd be inconsolable if he lost his baby chikie.

"You're not a baby anymore. Look how chonky you are. That's teen-bird chonk. That means you're ready to fly," he lectures. "It's for your safety."

"Are we sure he understands?" Feyre squats down to scratch his fuzzy little head. "He is so cute."

"Did you understand your parents when you were born?"

"No. I was a baby."

"Okay, well, Buttmunch is a genius. Look at this." Cassian twirls his finger. "Do the cyclone!"

Right on cue, Buttmunch turns in a circle on the spot. The hatchling chirps and preens at his papa-bat.

"That's it, I'm kidnapping him and keeping him forever."

"You can try, but he's imprinted on me. It's why Tamlin let him live with me instead of releasing him back into the Spring Court forests."

"We'll see when he learns to fly and becomes independent. So, how do we start?"

As one of the last people who learned to fly, Feyre is the perfect teaching assistant to Cassian. The three of them stand on the roof. They try to show Buttmunch to flap his wings, but the chick only tilts his head to the left and to the right in confusion.

"Like this," Cassian takes big leaping steps, flapping his wings in demonstration.

Buttmunch hops after him excitedly, but his wings are tucked firmly at his sides.

"Okay, what if I just pushed him off the roof? His instincts are bound to kick in, right?"

"What if I pushed you off the roof?"

Feyre regards Cassian like he's lost his damn mind. Flying isn't easy and rushing that process isn't going to make Buttmunch successful. She bends down to scoop the tiny bluejay into her hands. He nestles into the warmth of her touch and that gives her an idea.

"Fly," she tells Cassian.

"What?"

"Just fly. Pretend like you're leaving him behind."

Cassian frowns. Abandonment seems… cruel. He looks between Feyre and his munchkin, then steps back off the edge. As soon as he disappears, Buttmunch cries out desperately. Cassian swoops back up into the sky, flapping his wings and keeping a distance between them.

"Go to papa," Feyre tells Buttmunch, extending her arms.

The chick remains focused on Cassian, spreading its little wings and flapping. He tries and tries, trying to lift himself when Feyre decides to give him a little momentum. A little toss up into the air where she can still catch him and there he goes.

"He's flyin'! My baby boy is flyin'!"

Buttmunch's trajectory is a little unsteady, dropping a little as he tries to meet Cassian in the air. Oh, he doesn't seem sure at all, but he's determined. He chirps, chirps, and Cassian likes to say he's announcing his arrival—I'm coming! I'm coming!

Cassian cheers him on and catches him, howling his victory. His Buttmunch is the best, the very best!

***

Flying is freedom.

Flying is boundless.

He can go as far and as wide as he pleases, with nothing to stop him except his own will. Cassian soars through the clouds above Velaris, a fierce blue dart beside him. He twists his body, torpedoing through the white wisps, and the bluejay mimicks his prowess.

The two of them were meant to fly.

Velaris boasts the most beautiful sights, but there is nothing like the endless sky welcoming him and his Buttmunch with open arms.

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Revenant!Jazz thoughts Pt.2

Continuing from this post

This time, I’m thinking about Vlad and his reaction to all this. In the show he doesn’t particularly seem to care about Jazz in any way, probably because of his hyper focus on Danny and Maddie. I doubt he’s registered Jazz as a threat of any kind, much less to him.

If Danny winds up Bat-dopted, Jason or classic “Bruce stole another one” and the news catches wind of the new Wayne, Vlad would be livid. Danny is supposed to be his son afterall, doesn’t matter that it was Maddie who severely wounded her own son.

In the midst of Rogues dropping like flies, Jazz sets a trap for Vlad by baiting him with Danny. Her brother is never in danger, not with her around and certainly not with the bat family lurking nearby, but Vlad cannot help himself- he tries to kidnap Danny by overshadowing the adoptive parent. Jazz allows it to happen only until Vlad takes Danny out of the public eye, then straight up punches Vlad out of the person he’s overshadowing, sucking him up into a thermos she stole from the GIW and throwing it into an abyss.

Wouldn’t someone recognize Jazz then?

Beyond the walking dead look that came free with reanimating, Jazz walks, talks and looks completely different then she was in life. Memories shape us and without most of hers Jazz wouldn’t be quite the same anymore. Where she once walked with a relaxed gait and a calm demeanor, as a Revenant Jazz masters the murder strut, because that’s pretty much the only thought going through her head on a constant loop….Other than ‘make Danny Safe’ of course.

Who killed Jazz? (Asked by @someonebored0100 )

Originally I was thinking it would be either the Fenton parents in the GAV or the GIW, but then a delicious angst idea popped into my head….

Batman chasing down Joker led to him slamming into Jazz’s car, which resulted in her death and a new son for him to care for….

Batman says nothing when he brings in Danny, marks down Jazz’s death as a murder and does not go out as Batman again for a week.

Was Jazz autopsied?

Thee death rate in Gotham must be higher than any other city in the world, so the coroners embody (pun not intended) the phrase “overworked and underpaid”.

So no, she wasn’t autopsied, but they did make record of the punctured artery and removed the shrapnel by request of Batman for testing.

What happened after Jazz’s body disappeared from the Crematorium?

Bruce Wayne paid for the cremation personally, so it’s understandable the mortician would be Panicking at the very likely notion that someone stole a dead body paid to be cremated and sealed into an urn by Bruce Fucking Wayne.

If the mortician cremates an unclaimed body and slaps the wrong name on it, we’ll, add it to the list of morally questionable things he’s done as a mortician in a Gotham.

Thoughts about Jason’s reaction to a true Revenant?

Her veiny visage, with the broken sclera and eyes that seem to absorb light and give none back, horrifies Jason to the bone. Did he look like that when he dug himself out of his grave? Did the Pits actually do him a favor? It makes him wanna puke just thinking about how accurate his zombie jokes could have been… then makes him swear to stop telling those same jokes because clearly he’s no longer one of the walking dead if he looks better than this dead woman who looks just… horrifying.

Though once Jazz kills the Joker in the same way the clown killed Jason, he seeks out the Revenant and after doing some digging… swears to do whatever he can for her.

If this is Dad!Jason, then he’s very upset for Danny and Jazz’s tragic history.

No hardcover pairing this time?

Maybe? Doubtful, but it could happen. I don’t think it should though.

Does Jazz have a vigilante persona in this one?

Hmm, not exactly. She’s not tying to hide anything, definitely not her less than living appearance. She wears boots, a canvas jacket, jeans and gun holsters with hair that looks like a drunk toddler attacked it with dull scissors.

She doesn’t save anyone, not directly, but ending the rogues that killed so many earns her the name “Reaper” and it sticks.

What’s Danny’s reaction to all this?

We all know about the dark timeline that resulted from The Ultimate Enemy, Dan.

The Fenton parents are still hunting him down, Sam and Tucker are trying to move to Gotham, he’s been adopted by a Kevlar-clad billionaire furry who acts like a himbo with way too much ease for it to be all an act. He’s got a home that’s not an active threat to his afterlife and the food is the farthest thing from radioactive.

(Alfred Pennyworth nearly had a heart attack at the mere thought of a child eating radioactive food and that a piece of toast on his plate was a punishment.)

But… Jazz is dead.

It’s true that they hadn’t had the best relationship for the last few years, especially after his accident, but Jazz had become his rock. Sam and Tucker were his best friends, but they had no real idea what it was like to grow up a Fenton. Sure they had some context clues (was the giant portal entrance with the on-button inside not a giant warning sign?), but Jazz had kept him alive even as a kid herself.

She worked herself to the bone to make sure he had food to eat, some hours to sleep at night, and a shoulder for him to put some of the burden on her as Phantom. In the end, she hurt their parents to get him out of the lab and away from them.

She had died trying to get him to safety.

He’d seen her car, the wreck, the blood, the still radioactive substance he called his blood… he sat in the driver’s seat and cried for his sister- he wanted Jazz to tease him and call him ‘little brother’ again.

Sure, he had Cass now and several brothers, but nothing could ever replace Jazz.

It’s the thought that Jazz would be upset with him that keeps Danny from turning by his grief into a ghostly wail, to wreck everything and everyone.

Then he meets the Reaper. And he knows.

“Little Brother.”

/////////////////////////

What about the ending for Jazz you talked about?

That’s gonna be in another post, this one was getting long enough as is.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Darry Curtis x Home Baker Reader

Basically Darry with sunshine reader but shhhhhhhh

For the loml @st4rgzer

⋆ For starters, he’s so supportive

⋆ Just freaking adores your baking

⋆ You get very good at baking chocolate cake because you’re making it. Constantly.

⋆ He also just thinks your the sweetest thing ever (pun intended)

⋆ About kills Dallas a couple times for criticizing you or your baking

⋆ Speaking of Dallas, you and him have a similar relationship to what he had with Mrs.Curtis

“Dallas Winston why is there a cigarette lit inside my house?” you ask as you walk into the living room. “I’m puttin out, I’m puttin it out” he mutters as he stubs the cigarette on the ashtray on the coffee table. “Y’know, I don’t even know why you have this thing if you and Darry are so anti-smokes” he says, you roll your eyes “you just used it, didn’t you?” You ask incredulously, smile playing on your lips. “Yea yea” he mutters

⋆ The gang calls you and Darry, Mom and Dad

⋆ Darry claims not to like it

⋆ Secretly he’d be so sad if they stopped

⋆ Let me just reiterate that this man ADORES YOU.

⋆ He gets home from work and immediately asks you about your day, won’t tell you about his until you atleast say “it was good”

⋆ If you say it’s bad he offers to let you talk about it

⋆ Most nights consist of you massaging his back and shoulders while you two talk about your day

“Well I delivered a pie to this older woman over on the East Side and she was just the sweetest thing! Oh she was lovely Darrel, and her husband too? Gosh they were just the kindest souls” you giggle as you ramble on about your day. “That oughta be us someday, yea?” He hums, turning around from where he’d been leaned against your chest to kiss your cheek. “I think that could be arranged”

⋆ Also, you call him Darrel and he loves it

⋆ Don’t get me wrong, you also give him a billion nicknames, along with his preexisting ones

⋆ But the way his name sounds from your lips just drives him nuts

⋆ Also the boys love you

⋆ Not just Pony and Soda, but the whole gang

⋆ You, rather quickly, took on a motherly roll

“Those better not be work boots on my freshly mopped floor” you call over your shoulder as you hear Soda and Steve come inside, two quick “Sorry!”’s sound from the living room as they turn back around to put the boots on the porch

⋆ You bake Darry (and all the boys) a cake for his birthday.

⋆ Not just the regular chocolate cake he’s been making constantly his whole life. But a nice, double layered, decorated, dream. It took you all day.

⋆ He cries.

⋆ Darry refuses to let you help more than absolutely needed for bills so you buy things for him and the boys

⋆ You buy Pony some nice, new, good condition books, and that boy decides that if Darry ever breaks up with you he’s running away

⋆ Yea no, Soda and Pony are on your side in any and every argument

⋆ Not that you and Darry fight often

⋆ Maybe once every couple months, but you never go to bed angry.

⋆ The day he realizes he’s in love with you is when he came home from work to both his brothers asleep on the couch next to you, and you folding laundry

“Now what’s all this?” He smiles, coming over to kiss your forehead. “They had rough days” you tell him. “So you’re babysitting?” He asks, you playfully glare at him. “It’s not babysitting, it’s comforting” you say, he just hums. “And laundry is a part of comforting?”. You roll your eyes, carefully getting off the sofa. You walk over and put your arms over his shoulders. “Will you ever just let me help around here without telling me I dont have too?” You hum, he shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you. “Dar’. I like helpin’” you say softly, he smiles against your cheek, where he’s pressing small kisses “I know you do. You’re so amazing. So so so amazing”

⋆ He just adores having someone like you around

⋆ Swears up and down no one as great as you has or will ever exist

⋆ Your kinnda known around Tulsa as the “sweet baker girl” so people leave you alone

⋆ The gang jokes that you’re the joining force between Socs and Greasers

⋆ But on the off chance someone does mess with you?

⋆ Darry raises hell

⋆ And if you’re physically hurt?

⋆ He basically puts you on home lockdown because he does not want you to see the side of him that whoever hurt you is about to see

⋆ On a less violent note!

⋆ He always makes sure you have fresh flowers

⋆ No matter what.

⋆ Even if it means picking some from some garden. He makes damn sure you have fresh flowers

EEEE MY FIRST OUTSIDERS POST!!!!!!! More are on the way (Johnny Cade fic soon maybe possibly)

My requests are open for the outsiders gang and Dean Winchester if you wanna send somethin over

Remember to reblog because it really helps

[ashc-from-ao3]

Darn onions

Human castiel x reader

*sniff*

*sniff*

*sniff*

You stared down at your hands and sniffed again you rubbed your eyes on the back of your hand and choked out a laugh. You never cry not ever

Ghost killing families?

You gulped down your feelings and got the job done

Dean become as a demon?

You can handle it with minimum tears

You get beaten half to death for information by a demon?

Ha! That sucker is going down.

Sam steals your gummy bears? ("Y/N I swear I didn't")

He is buying you more

But this, this is the worst.....the reason you wear crying a simple ingredient for tonight's dinner.....onions, your new mortal enemy as you decided.

You clench your eyes shut and go back to chopping the infernal thing.

Suddenly the rustle of fabric sounds behind you, it's castiel you can feel the once angelic creature carefully watching your every move. He moves closer to you and you gulp, now that cas was human you had quickly found your self attracted to him, his cluelessness was seriously adorable and you had fallen,no angel pun intended, hard for him. You could still feel him studying you and when you turned he looked at you in shock. He rushed over to you surprise all over his face.

"your crying!" He yelped you crack a smile when he places his hand on your face and brushes away the tear, normally you would see this as an act of affection but this was clueless cas and he was just interested in your tears. You laugh and cas looks at you surprised.

"Y/N? Why are you crying are you hurt? Did Sam or dean say something that hurt you? Why are you laughing now? Are you cursed by a witch? Do you need help?" castiel's barrage of questions continued until you placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

" I'm fine cas, it's the onions they release a gas that irritates human eyes, I am just crying because of the onions." Cas gently shoved you to the side and glared at the onion making an amusing scene.

"Why are you making Y/N cry? Don't you like her? She did nothing to deserve this." Once again you have to stop cas explaining that the onion can't hear you and it doesn't mean to make you cry. He calms down and you offer to teach him how to cook the simple meal you are making,spaghetti and meat sauce, He accepts your offer and takes over the onions.

"I don't want you to cry anymore" he claims with a determined look on his face .you give him a friendly hug "my golden angel" you joke. Cas stops his cutting(poor mangled onion) and wraps his arms around you. You look up in surprise and it only add to your surprise when he kisses you softly, you sigh and it seems to bring cas back to attention, he leaps backwards looking mortified.

"s-sorry, I am not reacting in a reasonable way" he mutters. You smile softly and move closer to him wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to initiate another kiss. The ex-angel returns the kiss and you decide onions are no longer your mortal enemy.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Him and I

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Daryl and his wife get separated at the fall of the prison but both manage to escape with another member of their crowd. After the reader and Glenn find Abraham and their group, almost after accepting they'll never find the rest of their families, they stumble in to Terminus. Will they be reunited or will the current state of the world impede them once more?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drugs, violence, swearing, mentions of loss, feeling of anxiety/dread.

A/n: This fic is directly based on a request (that tumblr ate) by @bringinsexybackk69! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get back to this, it's honestly just been so hard for me to write things that aren't blurbs and with the lack of TWD content, it's been dry over here. Thank you for your patience, I adore you! This is not entirely canon since my memory is faulty and I can't currently watch TWD so I'm going off of vibes and vague memory.

When we got to the prison, we thought it was going to be the end all, the place we could stay for as long as we chose to live, where we would raise children, form new bonds and relationships, just overall be safe and enjoy life.

But we thought the same thing about the farm and we all know what happened to that dream.

When the prison fell, I assumed that I would never see any of my family again, my closest friends, my husband. I woke up, alone, on the floor of the prison after Daryl shoved me in a cell and told me to stay put. It took nearly an hour for me to fight my way through walkers to get out into the air and that's when I saw the tanks and Hershel.

My heart broke.

When I found Glenn, I had a little bit of hope that we'd find people the longer we looked around the prison but the longer we looked, the less we found and the more dangerous it got. We were trapped and we couldn't wait around for people to show up. So we left.

"Glenn, where would Maggie go? If something happened, where would she go?" I ask Glenn frantically as we walk side by side, gun by gun, down the rural gravel path, my feet kicking frustratedly at stones with every step we take.

"I don't know, Y/n. We never thought we'd ever be away from each other ever again." Glenn is more frustrated than I am, jaw tense and fists clenched at his side. Without us, I'm convinced he wouldn't last, he's so emotional and gets so easily frustrated whereas I am the opposite.

Cool as a cucumber.

Just like Daryl taught me.

Daryl and I met at the farm.

I stumbled, quite literally, upon them with my arm bit and my whole body sore from carrying my own weight at least a mile or two. I'd say that our first impressions were kind and that we fell in love at first sight but it wasn't and we didn't. He, with the assistance of Hershel,  chopped my arm off to prevent the infection from spreading and inevitably saved my life.

We were all shocked to see that it worked.

Daryl would take care of me, bring me things from the forest like little flowers that he claimed to remind him so much of me even though he'd joke that I'm nothing like a flower. He'd bring me food while I was resting in bed, he'd offer to take me on walks- overall, he was an angel and it was hard not to fall in love with him.

He'd tell you that he fell in love with me when I nearly fell in the well three weeks after my amputation.

Don't ask.

We were inseparable from then on in. He was my right hand man (pun so much intended) and he taught me everything I needed to know. I learned how to hunt with one hand, cook, skin animals, fend for myself because he always wanted me to feel and be capable if anything were to ever happen to him.

He's the most selfless, kind hearted, protective man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

When the farm was overtaken by walkers and we had to run, it was the first thing to really test mine and Daryl's relationship but also to test my lack of two arms. It was difficult for me to keep up and it was even more frustrating for Daryl to take care of me while saving the asses of everyone else.

"Are you good?" Daryl asks me, spinning around on his bike to look back at me with a worried expression, brows tugged firmly together in fear. He checks me out once, doing a once over to make sure I'm a-okay and when I nod, he loosens up a bit.

"I'm okay. Just a little spooked." I'm trembling like a leaf against him and he finally steps off his bike and moves to wrap his arms around me without another word.

He holds me tightly to his chest, cradling my head as softly as he can as tears flow freely from my eyes, my arm aching in a phantom pain from all the stress of wishing I was more capable, wishing Daryl didn't need to take care of and comfort me all the time.

"I got you, okay? I'm here."

When we found the rest of the group and found the prison, it was like we were drawn to it. We had to clear it out, we had to make it our own, make it safe. We had a baby on the way, Lori was nearly due and with the loss of a few of our people, we needed to regroup and have a place where we could just be.

But it fell, it went to hell, like everywhere else had since the world fell.

When we Glenn and I escaped, it wasn't exactly a match made in Heaven. We weren't the most compatible to work together, always bickering and fighting over the stupidest shit and ruining plans, just like siblings.

But after days and days of walking and arguing, we found Abraham and it was as if everything just got better. It was no longer the two of us and, after all those years of not seeing him, it was strangely nice to be reunited with him on the road.

"Abe?" The ginger's head snaps around at my voice, turning away from his two friends with wide eyes, gaze locking on mine as I grin ridiculously, my feet carrying me towards him without another word.

"Well holy shit, where did you come from?" He chuckles heartily and I feel tears springing behind the lids of my eyes. "I missed you, kid."

Abraham and I were stationed together in the Middle East for too long, learning the ins and outs of each other and becoming true best friends. When we went home, we kept in touch but when the world fell, we became a background thought in each other's minds.

So the fact that we found each other, a state away from where we grew up, it's still remarkable to this day.

Glenn and I felt better once we were with a group of people, especially since we were genuinely going to kill each other had we been stuck, just the two of us, for any longer. It was nice to meet Rosita and get to know her interesting relationship with my old friend, their oddly sexual relationship keeping the rest of us up in the middle of the night.

It made me miss Daryl, meeting all these new people- I had no one to judge people with. Glenn was no fun and always played devil's advocate and Abraham was who I wanted to judge. Daryl would've gladly sat with me and made me laugh while pointing out Rosita and Abraham's obnoxious issues with PDA or making fun of Eugene's mannerisms and nerves around Rosita.

It was alienating, how much I missed him.

My other half.

"Glenn, I don't know why you think Maggie would go to some random, probably overran 'survivalist' camp. But I think we have a better bet just wandering around looking for them." Abraham looks at me with a funny look, reaching out to shove at my shoulder as an attempt to get me to lay off Glenn but I just shake my head. I lean over Glenn's shoulder, looking at the ominous note that 'Maggie' left him and I can see the hope written on Glenn's face.

"I just have a feeling, you have to go with me on this." Glenn spins around on his heels, holding the note up in his hands with a stern, hopeful smile. "She left me a damn note, Y/n." I look back at Abraham, Rosita and Eugene and they all give me a simple shrug which forces a complaint sigh out of me.

"What you say goes."

Terminus obviously was not what we thought it was, tossed into train cars like animals and expected to turn over our weapons. Abraham called bullshit first, not daring to turn in his weapon before asking a few more questions but it was those few more questions that got us thrown into our makeshift jail in the first place.

I had accepted at that point that I would never see him ever again, that Daryl and I would never be reunited and never spend the rest of our lives together like we so desperately wanted to. 

But when he stumbled into the train car two days later to my surprise, eyes falling on me and arms immediately tossing around me, it was shocking. I didn’t even think that he was real, the way his arms felt around me, after days of not having him near me- it was an out of body experience. 

“Are you really here?” I ask, tucking my face in the crook of his neck, gripping onto the back of his shirt as if he’ll vanish from my grasp if I let him go even the slightest bit. He clings to me the same, hoisting me up into the air as I spot Abraham watching us with a proud smile on his lips that makes my stomach flutter with happy butterflies.

“I’m really here.” He whispers, rubbing my back soothingly as he sets me back down onto the floor, looking down at me with kind, protective eyes. “Fuck, I missed you.” His hands reach up, cupping my cheeks in his hands, ignoring the looks that everyone else in the car is giving us. “Where have you been?” He asks, finally taking a look around at the people around us with a relieved breath.

“With Glenn.” I huff, seeing Glenn, who has his arm around a relieved Maggie, sends me the finger from across the trai car.

“I’m so sorry.” Daryl mutters with a laugh, wrapping his arms around me again, tugging me to his chest with the plan of never letting me go.

“Never leave me alone again.” 

"What're you thinkin' about?" Daryl’s voice snaps me out of my memories, my head turning to look at him as he sets a hand on my shoulder, a soft smile on his lips. "I can see the smoke comin' out of your ears." He teases with a wink, sitting down beside me on the log that I’ve plopped on and I lean into him, letting him wrap an arm around my shoulders. 

"Thinking about when the prison fell. When we were apart."

"Why the hell're you thinking about that?" He asks, brows furrowing and a look of worry passes across his expression as he tugs me back into him, clinging to me once more just like the day that he found me. "Worst days of my life."

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[lxvvie]

So, uh, I was watching Bad Boys 2 with my dad and when the shootout scene happened and Marcus accidentally got shot in the ass I couldn’t help but wonder after I was done LMFAOing; how the COD boys (or the guys from 141 if you have a character limit) would react to and deal with having been shot in the ass?

Oh. My. Gawd.

cw: injury, gun violence/gunshot wound

Price - You know those moments in your life that aren't up for discussion at all? It's non-negotiable. This was one of those moments. If his pride hadn't been shattered before, it certainly has now. Of all the damn places to get hurt. Luckily (or maybe unluckily, depending), the only person to witness it was Gaz. Gaz who was equal parts concerned and trying not to laugh at Price's sad state of affairs. Price was so ashamed on the inside that he'd rather bear the brunt of the pain on the way back to base than let everyone see where he got injured, and if people were to ask about his whereabouts, he practically ordered Gaz (while glaring, mind you) to tell him he was out because of "over-exertion" or whatever the hell excuse it was. He takes the downtime to deal with the shame.

Gaz - Simply put, it never happened and if anyone says otherwise, they're fucking insane (and yes, this includes even you, old man). And if they bring it up, he swears to God, when he's fully healed—

Soap - Tries to make the best of a shitty situation. Er... at least it's a story for the grandkids, yeah? Is the one who would turn it into a joke and tell you he once got shot in his ass because he knows no one will believe him which means he's in the clear even though his pride is kinda in the toilet. Uh... no pun intended?

Ghost - Would die a thousand internal deaths, made doubly so because Soap thinks it's kinda the funniest shit ever, Price is incredulous, and Gaz just... leaves to go laugh his ass off at the absurdity of it all do Gaz things. "Nice ass, Lt." The glare he shoots Johnny doesn't even compare to the grievous wound that was once his pride. Under any other circumstances, he would find it funny but he makes a mental note to choke the shit out of Soap when he gets the opportunity to. And then YOU find out. "Fuck me..."

[princessamericachavez]

911 6x13 CODA

“Are you sure she isn’t mad at me?” Buck asks for the fifth time as Eddie pulls over by his place.

It’s always a little strange, when Eddie drives them. Usually, if it’s the two of them, it’s Buck at the wheel. Eddie isn’t sure why it is —he doesn’t mind driving and does it well enough and often enough when he isn’t going somewhere with Buck— and he doesn’t know when it started. At some point, maybe around the big Earthquake a few years ago, Buck drove him somewhere for the first time and then they never stopped. He’s used to having him on his left, that’s all, and the switch throws him off a little… like when you flip a picture of yourself on your phone and get the angle others see of your face, rather than the one you know from the mirror, or when a married couple exchanges bed sides during a trip.

But Eddie had insisted on driving tonight. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“I told you, Buck, it’s fine. The chief was joking. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

Eddie sighs, dramatically, and rolls his eyes to drive the point home that Buck is worrying over nothing.

“I mean, she’s probably pissed that you outplayed her, but it’s a friendly game. I’m sure she didn’t take it personally.”

Buck’s mouth still twists unhappily and Eddie feels frustration raising in his chest. He’d been so close tonight to erasing that frown that has permanently settled into Buck’s expression. He’d gotten him to relax and smile and have fun like before. Why can’t he make it last?

“Buck,” he calls, with that tone that usually means ‘stop spiraling’ or ‘maybe not now’ or ‘we’ve talked about this’. It works perfectly, like always. He can see his best friend’s eyes snap back into focus as they find him. “Stop worrying, would you? It’s okay. I promise.”

And just like that, like Eddie’s words hold some unavoidable truth, Buck’s shoulders drop with relief.

“Fine, fine. Sorry, I just-“

“I know,” Eddie smiles.

He does. He knows how Buck can’t take people disliking him, or being mad at him, or possibly cutting him off. He’s learned in the past several years that Buck cannot fathom that he might mess up or piss someone off and that they won’t immediately leave him forever. As if Buck was easy to discard at the faintest fault.

“Listen, did you have fun?”

Buck blinks, confused. Eddie swears he could kill him sometimes.

“Buck, did you have fun tonight?”

“Uh, yeah…” a smile breaks across Buck’s face, a hint of that cocky confident smirk he’d had on all night. The sight of it warms Eddie’s chest.

“Good,” he nods. “That’s the point.”

“I thought the point was testing my new abilities,” Buck snorts, giving him a mocking suspicious squint.

“Oh, yeah, that too. But we’re gonna have to finesse your lying if we are taking this to Vegas because you can’t pretend worth shit and if we get caught there I think we’ll be in far more trouble than some nagging from the Chief.”

Buck barks a laugh, loud and cheerful, that finally eases Eddie’s own tensions and reminds him tonight was completely worth it.

“Yeah, I don’t think Bobby is going all the way to Vegas to bail us out.”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. Though he’s pretty sure their Captain would come to their aid, at least for the pleasure of scolding them.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Buck sighs, still smiling. “I had fun tonight.”

“Me too.”

In fact, Eddie’s had more fun the past couple days than in the last two months. He’d nearly forgotten how much better it is at work and at home when Buck is around. He’d missed having his partner’s crazy antics and curious facts and earnest smile around. With Buck, Eddie felt like a version of himself he barely knew growing up. Somehow lighter, giddier, closer to his son’s sunshine disposition than his own.

Unaware of Eddie’s thoughts, Buck has taken their exchange as a goodbye and is gathering his cut (pun intended) of their winnings. They’d split them equally, even if they were technically all Buck’s. It was just something they did. He didn’t question it, neither of them did anymore.

“Hey, you wanna come in for one last beer?” Buck asks, clutching his half of the prize.

Funny enough, this is the question someone asks after a first date to invite people up for more than drinks. Funny enough, Buck has probably made this same offer to dozens of girls before. Funny enough, Eddie is tempted to say yes. It’d be so easy, such a normal thing for them to do, but still…

“I can’t,” he sighs, and tries not to think about the way Buck’s face drops. “I promised to help Pepa with her home renovations tomorrow morning and then we’ve got a long shift and Christopher somehow talked himself into bringing cookies for his entire class on Monday and I don’t even know when we’ll get to that, so I’m probably going to be baking tonight-“

“His whole class?!” Buck arches his eyebrows. “Eddie, that’s forty seven kids!” A fact that he probably knew even before lightning rewired his math skills. “Your oven can fit a sheet with maybe ten cookies at a time, twelve at most. With a cooking time of twelve minutes each, that’s gonna be-“

“Buck! Enough with the math, okay? I know. I know…”

He really does know. He knows it’s going to be a long night. He knows it’s going to suck. He also knows that it’s important for Christopher and that he should’ve gotten to it earlier on the week (but then the cookies wouldn’t be fresh and Chris had been very adamant about making a good impression with them).

Eddie wishes it was easier. He wishes he had enough time to do it all. He wishes he could manage everything, that he could be a single father and work a full time job and go out with his best friend some times and still manage to help his son with his school projects. It’s just too much sometimes. And he-

“I’ll do it.”

Eddie blinks out of his silent spiral to look at Buck, who seems entirely at ease with the statement like he isn’t saving Eddie’s life.

“What?”

“You know Bobby’s still got me working short shifts,” he shrugs. “I’ll be off early after our shift on Sunday. I can pick Chris up from Pepa’s and we’ll make the cookies at my place while you finish yours.”

Not for the first time tonight, Eddie’s chest feels like it’s about to burst with something embarrassingly close to adoration. He didn’t even ask, didn’t even say- but ever since they met, Buck has had a nearly supernatural ability to anticipate to Eddie’s needs, to be there when he didn’t even know how to ask for help.

“What would I ever do without you?” He sighs.

It’s a light statement. Something he’s said before between them when Buck makes life easier and happier just by being there. It’s also the wrong thing to say. There’s a heaviness to it that catches them both off guard. Because Eddie knows now what life might feel like without Buck. Three minutes and seventeen seconds without him. Three days of sleeplessness and terror. The overwhelming possibility that his absence would become permanent and stretch forever… And Buck, something flashes across his face too, something akin to pain and fear.

Fuck. Fuck he shouldn’t have said that. He cannot bare the thought of undoing tonight’s happiness with the wrong words.

“Thanks, Buck,” he adds, putting a hand on his shoulder that somehow manages to ground them both. “I’m sure Chris will love that.”

The smile that breaks through Buck’s face could light the whole night in a flash.

“Really? You think?”

“Are you kidding me? He loves any excuse to spend time with you. And he still claims your cooking is better than mine.”

It works. Buck laughs loudly and the tension dissipates like smoke clearing out after a fire.

“Claims,” Buck snorts dramatically. “It’s just facts, Diaz!”

“Uh-huh, sure, sure,” he teases back. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Is this your way of asking to save you cookies on Sunday?”

“Well, you could do that, or I could deprive some poor little kid of theirs and blame it on your lousy maths.”

Buck’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he gives Eddie’s shoulder a gentle push, breaking the invisible touch barrier between them for the second time tonight.

“I’m good at math now, Eds. You can’t say that!”

“Well, the kids don’t know that,” he chuckles.

Buck laughs. So Eddie laughs too, because it’s nearly impossible not to share on Buck’s joy (part of the reason he’s smiled tonight more than in the entire past two months combined).

“Okay, okay, gotta put these in the freezer before they thaw and Bobby kills me,” Buck sighs, opening the car door. “Rain check on that beer?”

“Rain check,” Eddie agrees, like it’s a promise.

Buck gifts him that golden smile in return and Eddie- well, his chest feels about to burst once more.

“Okay,” Buck says, closing the door with his bicep. “Get some rest, Eddie.”

“You too, human calculator.”

Buck laughs again, loud like thunder and bright like sunshine. Eddie carries that sound with him all the way to his house. He’s going to get quite a bit of ribbing from the Chief and Mehta next week, but tonight was definitely worth it.

[ningningsdream]

the villain in your story | part thirty eight

word count: 2.3k

FRIDAY NIGHT

"i can't believe we're already at the end of this trip.", you said, sitting down on the couch between jaemin and donghyuck.

"i feel like it was yesterday i almost peed myself in jaemin's car.", jeno joked, earning a laugh from everyone.

"shouldn't have fallen asleep after asking me to stop.", jaemin replied, sassily.

you nudged him with a chuckle, "that was mean. you should've woken him up."

"he brought it upon himself."

"you also should've let someone else drive."

"i was doing fine really, i had my coffee."

"your infamous poison? yeah, i heard about that. that's why i don't wanna try your kgb. your taste buds seems kind of messed up.", you teased.

"kgb tastes better than whatever you're drinking.", he retorted. seeing your perplexed look, he held his cup towards you and said, "try it."

you accepted the offer and took a sip of his drink, letting the beverage coat your tongue. it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. it was actually quite sweet. your brain suddenly wondered if he would taste like that if you kissed him. you shook your head slightly, trying to shake your thoughts away, "it's alright.", you commented, giving jaemin his cup back.

"what was your favorite activity this week?", jimin asked everyone as the attention of the room turned towards her.

"wakeboarding was great.", jeno answered.

"bike railing was cool too but yeah wakeboarding was just so refreshing.", donghyuck agreed.

"i can't believe y/n held on longer than any of us.", jeno said.

"i found my talent. i think i should become a professional wakeboarder.", you said proudly.

"now, don't get ahead of yourself. you stayed up twenty more seconds.", donghyuck brought you back to reality which made you turn towards him as you brought your hand into a fist and hit his arm playfully.

"personally, i loved the alpacas.", jimin said.

"oh my god, yes!! they were so cute and funny.", you exclaimed in excitement.

"that's because they loved you.", donghyuck rolled his eyes, his grudge against the animals still present.

"just say you're jealous you got spit on the most.", minjeong teased.

"they just have no taste.", donghyuck huffed.

"you're just bitter.", your pun gained a reaction from pretty much everyone, even donghyuck's offended expression turned into a 'i have to admit that was a good one' type of face.

"i loved tree climbing.", minjeong said, "too bad we couldn't do it all together it would've been pretty funny."

"next time.", jeno said, "we should do this again."

"definitely!", jimin agreed along with the rest of the group.

"what about you, jaemin? what did you like most?", donghyuck asked his friend, trying to hide his teasing tone.

"i liked our free day a lot.", jaemin answered, looking at you. somehow the gaze he gave you was different than the usual ones. this one made you want to lean into him as you were sure your ears were turning red and not from the alcohol. your friends looked at each other knowingly, trying to be discreet.

"it was nice, yeah, the place we visited were so breathtaking and the puppies! oh my god, the puppies! i swear there was one that looked just like jeno.", you said, trying to collect yourself from the overwhelming cuteness of the memories.

"at this point, he looks like so many dogs he became one.", donghyuck said.

"yah! i'll bite you for real.", jeno jokingly said, launching at donghyuck and tickling him. the commotion was so big that you had to scoot closer to jaemin, who put a protective arm around you in case you accidentally get hit by a hand or elbow.

they settled down after donghyuck admitted his defeat and you all continued talking about your trip, from all the funny moments to the ones that made you angry or sad and you somehow ended up in a much deeper conversations than you intended to. you all started talking about your love lives and you ended learning a little bit more personal stuff about everyone.

"i've never been broken up with so i don't really know how it feels.", jimin said in reaction to something donghyuck had said.

"never?", donghyuck exclaimed, eyes as big as they could get.

"you go queen! no one deserves you.", you said, pointing at your friend and blowing her a kiss. yes, you were a little tipsy.

"no but breaking up with someone isn't easy neither.", jimin said.

"yes, but let's be for real, being broken up with hurts more.", jeno retorted.

"depends, really.", minjeong said.

"okay, okay, what's the worse break up you've ever experience?", jimin asked.

jaemin and jeno immediately looked at each other, knowing what each other's answer was gonna be. you felt the air become a little heavier as the only people in the room that didn't know were jimin and minjeong.

"finding out she was cheating on me with my best friend after i find her half naked in his closet.", jaemin said, his throat dry.

"finding out she was cheating on me with my best friend after he found her half naked in my closet.", jeno said, earning a gasp from the two girls.

"shit, that's wild.", minjeong exclaimed as jimin stayed quiet, shocked by the revelation.

"yeah.", was the only thing you managed to say in order to not seem suspicious. you weren't supposed to know about this.

"what about you all?", jeno asked, trying to shift the conversation to not make everything awkward. they were far above it after all.

"girlie had me begging and sobbing while she was comforting me. most embarrassing moment of my life.", minjeong said as she shook her head, flashbacks of that particular memory appearing in her brain.

"she broke up with me via domino's.", donghyuck said with a little voice, so soft that you barely heard it.

"domino's??", you exclaimed, confused.

jeno was trying hard not to explode in laughter as jaemin hid his giant smile behind his hand.

"she had a pizza delivered to my house and it had pepperonis arranged to say 'we're done'."

"oh my god! no way!", you exclaimed, trying to not laugh, "that's...harsh."

"that's not even all of it.", jaemin said, encouraging donghyuck to continue the story.

"when i ask her for an explanation, like the pepperonis weren't enough, she told me 'i have to get the message through since all you pay attention to are your stupid video games and food'."

"oof.", you couldn't contain it anymore. you burst out laughing which made jaemin and jeno laugh along with you. jimin and minjeong were still trying to hide their laugh.

"it's alright, you can laugh too. honestly, i deserved it.", donghyuck said to the two girls who didn't hesitate to finally laugh.

"oh my god, that was unexpectedly funny.", you said, wiping your tears away.

"what about you, y/n?", jeno turned towards you after calming himself down.

"i didn't have any bad break ups really so far...but i did go out with a guy for a long time, so naturally we've talked about our future and it led to a discussion about marriage. he told me he wasn't a big fan of it and doesn't think he'd ever want to get married, which i understood, i don't really mind that. two years after our break up, he got engaged to his new girlfriend."

"ouch.", donghyuck exclaimed with a grimace.

"yeah, i know.", you sighed. jaemin grabbed your hand in comfort, intertwining your fingers and rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. you sent him a thankful smile and leaned your head on his shoulder, "what is something you will never do again?"

"date men.", minjeong said with a disgusted face, "no offense.", she added looking at the three men present in the room.

"break up with a guy on the same day he learned his grandmother died.", jimin said.

"what?", you exclaimed as all of you looked at her in shock, "you did not!"

"i didn't know!", jimin replied with an exaggerated pained expression.

"i'd never make jaemin angry again.", donghyuck said, only half joking.

"yah.", jaemin said jokingly, in a warning tone.

"what? why? is he scary when he's mad?", you asked donghyuck before turning to jaemin, "are you scary?", you teased.

"he's really scary.", donghyuck said in a teasing tone.

"don't cross the line.", jaemin warned with a hint of a teasing tone.

"then tell us what you'd never do again then?", donghyuck asked jaemin.

"fall for the same girl as my friend.", jaemin sighed.

"i'm seconding that.", jeno said.

"damn, girlie traumatized the two of you.", minjeong said.

"she two timed us. complicated story.", jeno said, explaining what happened in a short monologue.

"damn, the audacity.", jimin said.

you nodded, agreeing with jimin's statement. all eyes turned to you, waiting for your answer to the question, "i would have to third what the guys said."

"what?", donghyuck exclaimed, "when was it? who was it? i want the tea!"

"it was a long time ago and it was a bit complicated. not as much as you two.", you started, addressing jeno and jaemin, "i just found out we liked the same guy so i backed out. it was hard to get over it but eventually i found someone else so..."

you continued talking all together, exchanging stories from your past and what you planned to do in the future. the conversations kept going until really late and you started to feel yourself doze off on jaemin's shoulder, "i think i'm gonna go to sleep, i'm really hammered right now.", you said, standing up, and letting go of jaemin's hand, which you didn't know you were still holding onto. you bid your goodnights to everyone before walking towards your room. you weren't drunk or anything you didn't drink enough for that but you were really tired, your body felt like it was floating and your eyelids were really heavy.

"wait up.", someone called behind you and you felt a hand slip in yours as jaemin appeared next to you.

"aren't you staying with the others?"

"i wanted to ask you something and i think i'm gonna go to bed after that as well."

you two entered your shared room, hand in hand, "what is it?", you asked as jaemin closed the door behind the two of you.

"when you liked the same guy as your friend, was it in high school?", his question made you freeze on the spot.

did he know?

"yeah.", you simply answered, trying to keep your cool.

"was it donghyuck?", his second question relieved you a little on one hand but confused you on the other.

you turned to face him with a face full of questions, "why are you so obsessed with donghyuck and i?", there was no hint of annoyance or disgust in your tone. it was rather playful and teasing, full of curiosity as well.

"i just want to make sure of something.", jaemin said, taking a step closer to you.

you didn't know what made you so confident suddenly, maybe you were too tired to put up a front and push your feelings away, "make sure of what?"

"that there's no competition.", he answered, taking another step closer to you.

the two of you were, now, chest to chest, you know what was going to happen if you asked the question that was burning your mind. in fact, you didn't have to ask it, you already know the answer but were you ready to hear it? that was another question for yourself and you didn't have the time, nor the energy to think about that right now.

"...for what?", the words left your mouth almost in a whisper, just for the two of you to hear.

jaemin brought his free hand to your cheek, lifting your face a little so he could look at into your eyes. one thing about jaemin that would never change was that he would never shy away from eyes contact, "for you."

"to answer your question, no it wasn't hyuck.", you contemplated a moment before adding, "actually, it was you.", for a moment, there was hint of hope in jaemin's eyes that reminded you that he wasn't supposed to look at you like that, and that guilt that was gone for a moment came back, "...but it was a long time ago, so i'm over it now. don't worry.", you forced yourself to smile softly, "goodnight, jaemin.", you stepped back and away from him to walk towards the bed.

jaemin grabbed your hand right back after you let go of it, pulling you back to facing him, "you're doing it again.", he whispered.

you dared to look up into his eyes, "doing what?", you asked in a small voice.

the few seconds it took him to answer you felt like he was digging deep into your soul. your eyes shyed away for a second as he said, "you're putting a wall between us. i don't know know if you're playing with me or not."

you licked your dry lips, biting on your lower one as if you were trying to hold yourself from saying something you'd regret later and finally looked back up at him. his eyes never left you. one of his hands was still holding onto yours as his other one made its way up to cup your cheek. your lips parted and your breath got caught in your throat once you felt his cold hand on your skin. it was like the two of you gravitated towards each other without knowing it. at some point, you became really aware of his warm breath of your lips. your first mistake was to glance down, you were mere millimeters apart, one move from either of you and you would know the feeling of his lips on yours. your second mistake was to actually lean in, it was like you couldn't stop yourself but you realized what you were doing quick enough to take a huge step back, saying, "i can't...i'm sorry."

you walked out of the room, and ran up the stairs into jimin and minjeong's room, leaving jaemin alone. the others were still drinking and talking, unaware of what just happened between the two.

damn guilt.

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pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

a/n: that was so close

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rating thawne's deaths on a 10 point scale

snapped neck: 6/10. ok. not good, not bad, well-deserved, timeless, impactful. i love the way thawne is still complaining about that one though.

flashpoint: 9/10. imagine becoming a living paradox and proceeding to rant about how your speedster nemesis cant hurt you now (very normal way to put it btw.) only to be pierced by a fucking sword. dumb and classic, all good here.

the button: 100/10 THE DUMBEST DEATH OF THEM ALL AND MY ALL TIME FAVORITE. also a classic, imagine being told multiple times that youre going to die and fucking carry on like youre the Smartest here and nothing could ever happen to you and actually ima adopt you barry. thawne's character at its finest.

running scared: 8/10. not bad. ironic last words and 'on my life i swear' about the promise he intended to break all along. once again, dead because he couldnt shut the fuck up and look around him. iris, my beautiful tired of thawne's shit queen, I STAN.

the flash cw season 1: 5/10. dont remember it much asides from being totally pointless as it has 0 effect on thawne's existence further and our beloved Genius of Time Travel, who can Calculate Every Single Timeline Consequence To His Actions revealing his fucking name to his ancestor and bullying him into murder by suicide.

legends of tomorrow season 2: 10/10. love this one. top 10 reverse-flash moments. my dude got together like 15 other versions of himself for each to do practically fucking nothing other than to group pose and die. an honorable mention: poor black flash who got called a monster just for trying to do his timeline protection job and who endured all of thawne's shit only for it to turn out completely pointless as well. then again if you think about it, everything that happens in cw is pointless.

the flash cw season 6: 2/10. does that even count as a death. makes zero fucking sense. 2 points only for thawne being a total loser and resembling negaduck's 'crisis on infinite darkwings' death.

suicude squad: hell to pay: 10/10. i gave this 10 points already just for his last words 'fuck my life'. again, DOESNT KNOW HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP WHICH GETS HIM KILLED. thawne believing in the afterlife in the first place feels out of character to me though.

finish line: 0/10. it was very hard to waste a character like that without even realizing it AFTER WRITING HIM WITH SUCH A DEEP UNDERSTANDING BEFORE but you've done it, williamson ⭐

legends of tomorrow season 7: 7/10. very balanced death, little bit of thawne having zero fucking braincells, little bit of meaning. not even complaining about the concept, silly little domesticated rat doing his silly little job of preserving the timeline. i approve.

jurassic league: 10/10. first i suggest we just stop and think for a moment about the fact that we got a DINOSAUR THAWNE in a list of deaths. second THIS PREHISTORIC DUMPLING GOT FUCKING EATEN. third insert an extinction pun. perfect understanding of thawne being a fucking joke of a character and meme potential.

flashpoint beyond: 12/10. did NOTHING in the plot. meant NOTHING for the plot. just spawned as a corpse and looked pretty in the morgue (10 points already purely for The Page) and i respect that. 1 more point for the button encore and another to martha wayne. thank you for your service queen, we'll never forget your impact on this one.

knight terrors: the flash: 8/10. this mf lasted exactly 3 pages. neat but a bit sad if you think about it. not only got killed unprovokedly but his precious museum he just tried to protect got damaged as well. didnt even get to finish neither the tour or his point about barry not being able to wake up (again, only tried to help in a way by that?). also i like the way he's once again a creation of barry's subconsciousness acting suspiciously fruity.