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Kate Winslet and Cate Blanchett talking about she-wees with Dua Lipa and Adrian Lester. [x]

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Ghostface ranking please n thank you

OH MY GOD YES YES YES I LOVE RANKING ALL THE GHOSTIES

My ranking of all 15 Ghostfaces so far (yes.... I'm including Jason and Greg because if I don't, SOMEBODY'S gonna bitch about it I know--)

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR ALL 6 SCREAM FILMS

Rankings under the cut

Stu Macher (Scream)

The BEST Ghostface to ever Ghostface. A BIT underrated just because people will sometimes give Billy more credit. But like- hot man. Has no actual motive for killing, Billy was like "Hey, dude, let's kill people" and he literally needed nothing more. Thought up of some of the key parts of their plan, definitely gutted Casey and Steve, probably put Kenny on the van by himself (Billy wasn't around, so-) . Definitely top 3 or 4 strongest Ghosties to date. And the humor-- okay, I could go ON AND ON about Stu, but I'll stop here. Matthew Lillard really took the character from boring in the script to one of the only parts of the original film me and my mother (who's TERRIFIED of horror films and would rather forget them) remembered from our first watch when I was 13. (She said she'll never forget his laugh and that she hates him. ... She then got me a t-shirt of him not 3 weeks later for Christmas. Sorry, Mom-) Great job, man! Stu stole my heart, LOTS of my money, and a large part of my brain, so it's safe to say he'll always be my fave and an icon in my eyes. (Literally wearing my Stu shirt as I type this, what a fun coincidence LOL-)

2. Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

I said what I said. People either adore Charlie or despise him, and I love him DEARLY. Yes, he's very attractive, but on top of that, he racks up one of the highest kill counts by a single Ghostface alone in the entire franchise, beaten only by Roman, I believe. From Olivia Morris, which was obviously his kill, to tossing Rebecca Walters off a building, to Jenny and Marnie... definitely Robbie... Kirby... Kate Roberts... man just went crazy with the kills, and I respect it. He had loyalty, some great lines, a HILARIOUS deleted scene ( ), and he kept cool under pressure, never revealing himself until absolutely necessary. Do I relate to him? Yep. Is that bad? Probably, but I love him anyways.

3. Jill Roberts (Scream 4)

Another maybe controversial ranking, but I love Jill! I think her motive is fantastic, the way that she uses Charlie to get what she wants, and as someone who has acted innocent in situations where I'm definitely not, her acting is spot on. I never thought about it being her until her reveal, and it's still one of my favorites of all time. She is also, I believe, the Ghostface who got closest to the goal of killing Sidney and getting away with it, so congrats, girl! You had the whole world fooled till the hospital! She's a great take on what I think is the modern version of Billy Loomis, and she nailed the innocent act, truly. Did she kill anyone? Probably, but I can't think of anyone who I know is 100% a Jill Kill. Either way, good for her for not getting her hands dirty, or FOR getting her hands dirty! Impressive no matter what in my mind.

4. Billy Loomis (Scream)

Dont worry, Billy fans, he's still in my top 5! The only reason he's not my third is because I think he's just a BIT overrated. If the movies weren't constantly making him seem like he was the only killer and completely alienating Stu (I think there's a reason for that, but I won't explain that here), then I'd put him above Jill. I know that's a weird reason, but it's my reason. Billy is a fantastic manipulator who knew how to get exactly what he wanted from Sid, and also was a repressed drama queen, which I relate to a lot. While Stu was openly crazy, Billy hid behind the stone cold semi-facade. I don't think Billy would ever have gotten as crazy as Stu did, but he definitely showed the drama in several ways that make me smile and laugh every time. Falling down a flight of stairs? Fucking up Stu's couch cushions? Comedy gold every time. I give Billy credit for stabbing Casey, killing Himbry, and killing Tatum. I think the rest were Stu's because of the gutting and where Billy was at the time. I also think he killed Maureen, so a nice 4ish kills for him! Anyways, top tier Ghostie, another one I'll always respect respect and love.

5. Amber Freeman (Scream 5)

I'm gonna be honest, I hated her when I first watched Scream 5. Hated Richie too, but he's still terrible. Fuck him. I thought Amber was a trashy, third rate version of Stu that was extremely fake and her turn from cold to goofy seemed extremely forced. Then I took a deep dive and figured out why. (If you want a full explanation, let me know, I'm trying to stay short here.) So I believe that Richie is this movie's Stu and Amber is the movie's Billy. From her plans, her using the house, just her very cold, calm demeanor in the beginning, she just gives Billie energy, while Richie is just... well, he's the Netflix guy. He makes jokes left and right. But Amber, I think she was trying to be the Stu while Richie was trying to be the Billy. Everyone forgets that Stu was a boyfriend too, (Billy's) Tatum's boyfriend. Amber was supposed to be Tara's girlfriend in the original script. So now, I see her third act as more of her desperate attempt to look like her idol instead of sticking with the persona that served her well for the rest of the film. That really made me appreciate her more, and made her feel even underutilized, as did the Macher house. (I LOVE THAT HOUSE. I LOVE IT. Well, the actual actual house, not the Scream 5 version.) So yeah. Amber was a cold blooded killer trying to be just like the Macher before her, even if that wasn't the part she was meant to play in her movie. Taking credit for Dewey's kill? Absolutely. She was in the cult and she just wanted to piss Gale off by saying she did it. Fantastic lines, wonderful creep factor! Her death- *chef's kiss* Lovely homage to Sidney shooting Billy. And that's my top 5!

6. Quinn Bailey (Scream 6)

The only member of that damn family who did a good job killing. Richie included. Funny? Check. Didn't see her coming? Check. Ruthless? Double check. I don't think she did Gale's attack either, I think that just like Amber, she took the blame for someone else's work just to keep them hidden. Besides that, she was a good character, someone you thought was long gone until she wasn't. Bonus points for her saying Stu was her fave and definitely being the one to stab Mindy on the subway. Maybe not the greatest Ghostie ever, certainly low on kills, but I enjoy watching her a lot.

7. Nancy Loomis, aka "Debbie Salt" (Scream 2)

Another hidden killer who deserved more screen time after her reveal, and more backstory. I love her motive of "good, old-fashioned revenge", and I can see her killing Randy out of rage. Killing Mickey? Nice way to keep things in her favor! Debbie Salt was eh. Don't remember her much tbh- I would've liked to see Nancy more as herself, she just had great potential. Did she take some kills? Absolutely. Got her hands dirty to honor her son. But that's what I don't like. She leaves Hank, then suddenly after Billy dies, she's like the best mother ever?? Killing for the son SHE left?? Her leaving is the reason Scream happened, paired with Maureen and Hank's infidelity-- that's why she's a solid 7 in my book, and the best of the worst. Only goes downhill from here, folks.

8. Mickey Altieri (Scream 2)

GREAT in the Act 3. Other than that? Um... he was okay, I guess? He had some funny lines, but where I really like him is in the possibility possibility of what he's done. He definitely killed for Nancy, he was insane and just wanted people to see him that way. He DID talk to Matthew Lillard in the background of the sorority party... Mickey and Stu working together?? His Act 3 was good, he showed he could be a good Ghostface, scared Sidney, killed Derek... but that's where this ranking and my positive comments about him stop.

9. Wayne Bailey (Scream 6)

Classic parent who wants revenge, angry, pulls it off decently. He has some good moments, funny, a definite suspect, and nowhere near as good a cop as Dewey. Points for trapping the Core 4 (minus Mindy) and Kirby in the second coolest location in the franchise, but that's where my positivity stops. Sam killed him easy, he was a shit parent until Richie died I bet. Did he get his kids to murder? Oh yeah, I think he's the one who made this whole plan up with Quinn and Ethan's help. He doesn't really stand out. Did he kill?? Even wear the fucking mask?? I honestly don't think so. I would put him lower, but compared to the next three... yeah, he's fine at 9.

10. Richie Kirsch (Scream 5)

WHYYYY. WHY. The only goof thing I can say is that like 5 of his lines made me laugh, and he also hates Stab 8. Me too, dude, that looks BAD. Motive? Pretty good, solid movie motive, getting with Sam to get the job done. Ruthless? Yeah. But he's sloppy. He's a Stu without the magic, just trying to make a movie. Him dating Amber?? *vomits* KILL ME NOW. He was 100% manipulated by her, I know he was. A sad attempt of Billy Loomis that leaned more towards Stu, and his cheesy shit throughout the film made his "true colors" seem kinda dull and not very scary. I don't like him. I don't.

11. Ethan Landry [Bailey] (Scream 6)

Like father, like sons!- all in my least favorite 5 of legitimate Ghostfaces. How much screen time did he have?? Not enough. Innocent guy, "I was in Econ!" to "HAHAHA I'M INSANE NOW!!"? I hate it. His transition was too forced, he was bland and stupid, his attempts at faking his knowledge about everything were embarrassing and made him look worse as a character. The easiest Ghostface to spot. I don't know, I mean I get people like him because he's insane and attractive, but I don't. Sorry to all of you who love this guy and his family. His best scene? When Tara stabbed him in the mouth. You go, queen!!

13. Roman Bridger (Scream 3)

Fuck. FUCK. I hate him, I hate this movie, I hate it all. His motive is pretty solid, I actually like it a lot... but he was stuck up, whiney, and underutilized. Like Ethan, low screen time, unbelievable shift from loser to villain- did he even share a scene with Sid?? Talk to her?? And this makes Billy and Stu look like lackeys. I HATE IT. I would've much rather had the Stu leading a Ghostface cult film, but I know why they went this route instead, and I respect that. Like Ethan, the best part about him, and of this movie, is his death. Dewey missing his head like 5ish times before finally hearing Sid and going for the head Thor in Endgame style?? Comedy. GOLD. I love Dewey Riley. But yeah, I just don't like Roman at all. His strengths are his motive, his INSANE kill count (I think he had an accomplice.), and his physical strength. Besides those? Useless. Sorry, Roman die-hards.

14. Jason Carvey (Scream 6)

Not bad for a Ghostface killed in the first 15 minutes. He had the makings of a good killer, definitely in the cult, but his time was just extremely short. Nothing much to say about him, but his only kill was a fantastic start to the film. I would put him higher, because I think he WAS a good Ghostface, but... 10 minutes or less of screen time? Sorry dude, don't know you well enough.

15. Greg (Scream 6)

Who?? Saw him a fridge. That's it. What's his last name, I don't remember- No screen time, not even alive on screen. Nothing more to say. He was probably pretty good though, if he was anything like Jason.

And there's my ranking of all 15 Ghostfaces!! If you want to add your own, feel free to below! If you wanna comment on mine, please be respectful, but I'd like to know why you don't like characters I do, or like ones I don't. If your faves are my faves, share!! I love finding new Scream buddies!! And thanks for listening if you made it this far, that was LONG.

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Here’s my initial Spoiler Thoughts for 8x5 in no particular order.

Y’all, I laughed so much in this episode. I think this may be the funniest episode yet for 9-1-1. 😆

Bobby was so cute, he was so excited to play Cap Dracula. Heh, he's also competative with the other houses.

Eddie’s costume was not scary hahaha and he knew it.

“Oh my god, he’s real! He’s real! HE’S REAL!!” vghwsdjbk BUCK. OMFG. What is this like the second or third time Buck has traumatized kids on some holiday??? Sometimes Buck isn’t always uhhh intuitive?? with kids?? hahahaha

Tommy stayed the night to take care of Buck AND stayed on the couch to be close to him. 💕 And! He was indulgent in a positive way of Bucks ramblings and hyper focus on a topic. 

Chimney likes scary things, and yet is kinda scared easily. He contains multitudes. =3 Meanwhile Eddie could not be bothered. 😎

I was LIVING for the Buck and Eddie and Tommy dynamic this episode. They’re comedy gold together. I need soooo much more of it please!!

Shirtless Buck. 👀 👀 Although r.i.p. his chest hair and arm hair for that matter.

Hmmm Tommy’s comment near the end at the hospital, something about his amazement about having a support system that Buck has with the 118. Like, he’s already friends with Eddie and he’s Bucks boyfriend, and on good and friendly terms with Bobby, Chimney, and Hen. But I wonder if he’s still feeling jealous about Buck's family, the way he was back in 7x4? He shouldn’t at this point, but we’ll see if this is still a thing later on. 

I love Buck so much. He has such a compassionate heart, what with showing compassion towards Billy Boils at the end and visiting his grave, and saying Billy isn’t alone anymore. That was so dang sweet. 🥺

Karen. Just Karen. =)))

Was - was Josh supposed to be dressed as Eddie? Like why the mustache????

I can’t recall the phrasing, but Buck said something about counting on the people in his life and he was looking at Tommy when he said it. 💕💕💕💕

"Even my own BOYFRIEND won't kiss me." Like we know, but ahhhhhhh!!!

Tommy was SUCH a good and supportive boyfriend the entire episode I’m on cloud fucking nine! He may think curses are bullshit just like Eddie, but he was still supportive and there for Buck all the way through. Hello!? He dressed up in a suit to accompany Buck to visit Billy Boils’ graveyard!! This is the kind of partner I want for Buck!!!! He meets Buck where he’s at and shall I say, there for him in sickness and health. 👀

I need to think on it, but I didn’t feel super great in how Athena talked to and generally treated the teenage girls. Were they dismissive in the first classroom scene? Yes. But idk idk… maybe someone else will be able to articulate better my feelings on this. Like good for the girls for wanting to change their “whatever” attitudes, but yeah. 

Goddddd the entire Denny scene I was fighting back tears. Great work in the writing, acting, directing, editing, just all aspects of it. 👍

Nurse: Do you need to see a doctor? Buck: No, this is just my face. fcghvjhgfcghh 😆

Denny is the best older brother oh my god? He saved Mara’s life. 🥺🥺🥺

Jee-Yun was 1000% adorable as Toto. 

Hm. Hmmm the theme of this episode was missing out on important moments, but also your friends/family’s life. I wonder if Denny’s near death will be the kick in the pants Eddie needs to really start to work on himself, because he needs to, to then work on repairing things with Christopher. I also think at some point Eddie may go down to Texas to either just see Chris in person, because I really think that’s needed at this point, and/or to pick Chris up and bring him home. Very interested to see what Eddie will do next for himself and for Chris too. 

Tommy made Buck breakfast!! Literally no other partner has done this for Buck.

I really enjoyed this episode! In true 911 fashion I laughed a lot, then bam! Basically sucker punched with Feelings. I honestly want to rewatch this again because I enjoyed it so much, but also to watch all the Buck/Tommy scenes again too. 😌❤️

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sex pollen, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, mutual pining, mpreg, fake dating

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sex pollen

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I'm in favour of it, though it depends on the circumstances. Porn with the focus on desperate horniness? Good. A focus on the dubcon? Good. Quick and easy get together scenario? Good. But if it's a way to get two people to fuck followed by several scenes/chapters of awkwardness and regret before they actually clear the air and get together that's more of a pass for me.

hurt/comfort

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I like the hurt part, I tend to lose interest when it comes to the comfort part. I find that the main appeal there is usually the fantasy of a perfect partner who will do everything right and drop everything to care for the person who suffered's every need, and it's a vibe that wigs me out a little. On the other hand it's one of my favourite things if the comforter like, kinda sucks lol, and does the wrong thing sometimes, or makes things worse, or it's just awkward and difficult for everyone involved.

unrequited love

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I usually love it. If it's a ship I prefer one-sidedly it kicks ass and I rub my hands together gleefully while reading it, and if it's a ship I prefer as a happily ever after ship, then it's ideal angst for when I'm in a certain kind of mood, and one of the few tropes nearly guaranteed to make me cry lol. As long as it's not just shoved in as a prelude to a ship I don't like, ofc.

mutual pining

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Solid fundamental trope right here. It can be written annoyingly, eg contrived misunderstandings, badly paced slowburn, but when it's good it's top tier.

mpreg

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I've never been able to get into it, whether it's a magic/sci-fi scenario, mundane but shh don't ask how, or omegaverse. I mean pregnancy isn't my thing in general, I don't enjoy it in f/f or het either, so it just follows that mpreg wouldn't do it for me. Get that man an IUD.

fake dating

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Can definitely be a lot of fun, but not something I'll go out of my way for, and often depends on the author. imo it's best if it's a ship with tension, like enemies, rivals, or ascerbic friends. Ooh you know what the best mash ship for this would be? Hawnk. Or Charhawk. Charles decides to come out to his family even if it means being disinherited bc he's finally decided to live his truth, but he doesn't actually have a partner and he needs to bring one home to drive the point home. Or Frank shows up in Boston and crashes on Hawkeye's couch after his divorce because he's so much of a sadsack that Hawkeye's his best remaining friend and Hawkeye can't throw him out, and Hawkeye's gay friends assume they're fucking so Hawkeye plays it up to mess with Frank, but then they invited to a couples-only thing or something that he wants to go to for... some reason idk I'm spitballing here. The point is this would be comedy gold.

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Movie Review | Risky Business (Brickman, 1983)

This review contains spoilers.

It goes without saying that Rebecca De Mornay is Next Level Hot in this movie, where hotness transcends physical appearance and becomes a character trait, but I think it’s worth unpacking what makes her character so fascinating. She’s initially presented as the ultimate version of a certain kind of fantasy, making her entrance like a Penthouse layout come to life, picture perfect pornographic allure, her dress fluttering in the wind blowing through the house before it’s cast off and she’s made love to in the den, on the stairs, on the couch while the American flag flutters on the TV. But what makes her compelling beyond an object of attraction is the extent to which she refuses to be reduced to a stereotype, even when consciously playing into them like in the above sequence. At times she’s sizing up the hero’s possessions, at other times she seems to genuinely be reaching out, and sometimes she’s doing both at once. “I'm really trying to be friends with you. But I'd appreciate it if you'd stop laying these little judgments on me, while you're leaning on your daddy's $40,000 car.” By the end, she’s schemed to make the hero a lot of money and maybe gotten him into Princeton, but maybe she’s also schemed to rip him off with the help of her pimp (Joe Pantoliano, chesthair and gold chains emanating sleaze from his open collar), and we’re not really sure the extent to which both are true. She keeps us guessing to the very end as to how much affection or even love she has for hero, how much she sees him as a mark or is put off by him. Prostitutes in movies are so often treated like case studies, that it’s thrilling to see such a character retain her agency and obfuscate her interiority. Nobody knows what she’s really thinking except for her.

The movie is also notable for an early role by Tom Cruise. We see the Last Movie Star these days, seemingly with the burden of commercial cinema entirely on his shoulders (after all, it was he who declared so forcefully “The movies are back!”) and carrying himself with almost pathological confidence, that it’s almost jarring to see him vulnerable, unformed but still with irrepressible magnetism. Playing a character ridden with enough guilt and shame about sex that even his fantasies are aborted, who seeks it out in moments of weakness. The movie is a study of the anxieties of a young white male in an upper class milieu, where Reaganite values are hammered home in every facet of life, from the protective attitudes taken by your parents around their fancy cars and glass eggs, to the Future Enterprisers club you’re “encouraged” to participate in because it’ll look good on your college application, to the Ivy League or bust mentality. Even the slobs get into Harvard, and when you bottom out, the lowest you can go is the University of Illinois. His friend Curtis Armstrong (whose casting is a reminder that this is still a boner comedy, even if it’s maybe the most stylishly directed and sharply written boner comedy ever made; the kid who plays Brain in Revenge of the Nerds also shows up, but alas there is no sight of Lamar Lattrell) offers some words of wisdom. “Sometimes you gotta say ‘What the fuck’, make your move. Joel, every now and then, saying ‘What the fuck’ brings freedom. Freedom brings opportunity, opportunity makes your future.” But the movie’s most cutting insight is that Cruise never truly does anything spontaneous, that would break free of the confines of his world and the values it reinforces. Even his big adventure involves the pursuit of wealth, and despite the potentially disruptive element in the form of the pimp, what he gets out of it is admission to Princeton.

It’s a world whose absurdities are presented with a certain matter of factness instead of the stylistic excess one would expect from the decade, absurdities which are only fully grasped by the characters who stand a little bit outside it. (The most blunt the movie gets in this respect is the flash of the American flag on the TV during Cruise and De Mornay’s first sex scene.) De Mornay, who seems to know better than Cruise how much everything in his house costs and how to materialize money from what’s at hand, likely because she does not come from means but has to navigate it as part of her job. “It was great the way her mind worked. No guilt, no doubts, no fear. None of my specialities. Just the shameless pursuit of immediate gratification. What a capitalist.” And a trans hooker played by Bruce A. Young, who sizes up Cruise’s desires pretty deftly. “It’s what every white boy off the lake wants.” One might expect comedies of this era to play the latter character as a punchline, but this movie instead grants her a certain dignity. The two worlds converge most thrillingly when De Mornay decides to bring Cruise along to make love on the L train. For him it likely feels like slumming. For her there’s a certain honesty to the milieu. She doesn’t have a sportscar. She has to take the train. This is maybe the one time she lets her guard down. And when they’re together, we see her looking down at him, and us along with Cruise looking up at her, enraptured. It’s an erotic highpoint of ‘80s cinema.

I had previously only seen this movie in pieces on TV, so the fact that it was playing at the Carlton Cinema for the low, low price of five Canadian dollars was a great excuse for me to revisit it. It was not the biggest screen (although I shouldn’t quibble for that price) and the theatre was almost empty except for my friend, myself and I think an older couple a few rows behind us. But in any case, it was nice to see it in such a setting, to have the Tangerine Dream music pulsing through the sound system, to soak in the erotically charged nocturnal atmosphere and neon-tinged cinematography, and hear the crackling dialogue boom through the speakers. “Porsche. There is no substitute.”

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#5

Welcome to Little Mix’s Mixtape. Eight different stories inspired by eight different songs. Heartbreak, mystery, sex, infidelity, pettiness and becoming one self, what more can you want from a story? 

Confetti (M).

Genre: Ceo! Jin, heiress! reader, established relationship! au, lovers to enemies!au, infidelity! au, reader is plotting something, comedy, smut, and angst 

Summary: Y/N was shocked when Seokjin asked her to marry him. It’s been two months since she last heard from her “boyfriend” and honestly she didn’t really care for his excuses. The last time she saw him they had an argument about him overworking and in the end he called her a gold digger. A stupid move on his part. She accepts his ring but that won’t be the only diamond she takes from him. Men should really watch their mouths especially when your partner is as petty as Y/N.

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♬ Summary: Jungkook doesn’t get jealous...why would he be? He has the best job in the world, the best hyungs and a girlfriend that loves him so much. He has no reason to be jealous...

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader 

♬ Rating: Explicit (18+) 

♬Genre: Established relationship, angst, smut and fluff

♬ Warnings: Smut, jealousy and swearing

♬ Part of, ‘ I fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan; The After Story

Jungkook loves that Y/N has her girl group account. He loved that she was passionate about music like him, just in a different way. There was one thing that always made him feel angry (he wasn’t even sure if that was the right emotion), the love she had for Red Velvet was very clear. The moment he met her, he knew how much she loved Red Velvet. She had Irene on her phone in all aspects and had every version of a Red Velvet album in her collection. He thought it was cute but sometimes he just felt angry (?). 

Like right now, all the guys came over to their house to hang out and Y/N was excited but it was for something else, “I’m just so excited guys. I missed Red Velvet so much.”

Namjoon let out a small laugh and he ruffled her hair, “I’m glad you're excited. Have you already placed your pre-order?” 

“Not yet. I’m waiting to see all the versions before I make the decision.”

Jungkook sat on the couch across from them with an annoyed look. She was always excited for Red Velvet’s comeback but whenever it comes to his comeback she doesn’t show the same emotion. Sure, she goes with him to filming and recording and sure she shows support by making meals for everyone but that wasn’t the point. He wanted to see her with the same excitement that she had with Red Velvet with his own comeback. 

Taehyung chuckled at this and handed Y/N his phone, “So far there’s two versions.” 

“Ohh!? I really want the Irene version...”

Of course she wants Irene, Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned his body more towards the television. The only person that saw this was Jin. He raised his eyebrow and stood up from the dinner table to sit next to Jungkook. He wrapped his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder who was ignoring him, “Kook what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.”

“I doubt it's nothing, you have that angry look.” 

Jungkook scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, “Leave me alone grandpa.” 

Jin let out a small laugh and glanced at Y/N who was showing Hoseok her phone. He then glanced back at Jungkook with a comforting smile, “Are you jealous?” 

Jungkook let out a small cough and pushed his arm off of him, “What are you talking about? Why would I be jealous?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” 

He clicked his tongue and looked at Y/N, “Look at her...she’s so excited for Red Velvet.”

“And you don’t like that?” 

“It’s not that I don’t like it...she never reacts like that with my comebacks.”

Jin raised his eyebrow at this and nodded his head slowly, “She comes to every recording with you and stays up with you when you practice. She supports you differently.”

“I know that...I just want her to be excited like that with my comeback. She supports me and does so much but I just want her to be excited.” 

“Maybe you should talk to her before you snap at her on accident.” 

Jungkook sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “I know, I know.” 

He glanced at Y/N with a frown and she sensed his eyes on her. She looked at him and her smile slowly disappeared, “Kook, are you okay?” 

He shook his head and mouthed out “Later.” 

Her eyes widened at this but she nodded her head slowly. She watched him turn his head back to Jin and they continued to discuss something she couldn’t hear. She bit her lip at this and a wave of anxiety hit her. Whatever they were talking about it seemed serious and she didn’t like that.

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Title: Perfect Love | ♞ | | ♚ || ♛ |

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader 

Genre: Strangers to lovers! Au, tattoo parlor owner Jungkook! Au, florist and cafe owner! Reader, opposite attract! Au, soft boy Jungkook, Namjoon and Seokjin are together in this, romance, fluff, angst and smut

Summary: Stories of the innocent girl and the bad boy with tattoos was a fan favorite. A favorite because the thought of the bad boy having a soft spot for the girl was something no one could imagine but they secretly hoped for. Jungkook fit this stereotype perfectly. Running away from home at the age of fifteen, he put all his efforts on proving everyone wrong. Graduating on top of his class and opening his business with none of his family members to help him, he felt like his dreams were all achieved. It wasn’t until the door opened on a random day to a girl dressed in a pink ruffle dress with her sister to get a tattoo that he realized he had another dream to achieve. 

Warnings: Child abuse, alcoholism, assault, child abandonment, blood, violence, blood, and smut 

“Raindrops convey emotions that even we don’t understand. My grandmother always told me that when it rains it means the ones who passed are crying for you. Rather it be a sad cry or a happy cry, they cry for you. She also said the wind is the soft touch from someone you loved trying to reach out to you. I associate everyone with flowers but with him, I associate him with  butterflies because of how he made me feel.”

“What did he see in you?”

Y/N looked at the window and thought to herself and looked back at the little girl with a small smile, “He saw light in me.”

January 10th, 1997 

The rain was pouring hard and Jungkook knew that this was the wrong night to do it but he had no choice to follow through. He continued to run against the dirt road letting the rain hit the back of his neck while his cap protected his vision. He knew exactly where this path was taking him, he's been down this road millions of times. The same garden and the same leaning mailbox greeting him. He knocked on the door twice and whispered a small “Hello”. 

The door was slowly unlocked and his hyung stood there with a tired look mixed with confusion, “Jungkook?” 

He’s replayed this conversation a million times in his head but somehow he couldn’t say anything logically to him at the moment, “Namjoon-hyung...umm...I...”

“Spit it out, it's freezing dude.” 

“My dad did it again and...I ran away.” 

This woke him up and gave the younger man a sad look, “Jungkook, you're fifteen. You can’t just show up at my doorstep. You do realize I can get in trouble-”

“My father doesn’t care and my mother packed my stuff for me. They were already planning this and I know they won’t call the authorities on you. Too drunk to even know numbers let alone another person in the house. Please.” 

Namjoon let out a deep sigh and looked down at his feet. He opened the door wider and welcomed him into the familiar setting and scene, “Come in.” 

“Thank you hyung.” 

He took off his shoes in a hurry as he stared at the living room that had plants all around and a single goldfish. It's the same thing over and over again but he never got tired of the warmth he felt. Namjoon locked the door and patted his back gently causing him to turn towards the taller man, “You’re lucky I live by myself now or my mother would’ve killed us both. Are you hungry?”

“Always.” 

He set his bag on the couch and stared at the couch with a longing look but shook it off when he heard Namjoon drop something in the kitchen, “Fucking hell. Sorry if that scared you, sit down in the living room and I’ll bring something.”

“Okay.” 

Jungkook sat in the far corner love seat and rubbed the arms of the chair as if he was remembering the touch of the fabric. He looked back at the couch again and a sad smile appeared, most happy moments must come to an end at one point is what Namjoon always told him and he knew this by personal experience. He looked up when he heard footsteps and saw Namjoon holding a tray of tea and two ham sandwiches, “Sorry but I need to go grocery shopping.” 

Even though you say that, you always forget, “Thank you hyung.” 

Namjoon sat on the couch as he took a sip of his tea, giving Jungkook a concerned look, “I’m sorry about your dad.” 

“I ran away, which means I can finally be happy. I can’t change my parents but I can change me.” 

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at this and nodded his head, “That was philosophical for a fifteen year old. Is it the books that you're reading?”

“Umm, magazines too but I guess books help?”

“Speaking of school, what are we going to do about that?” 

“I can just walk, don’t worry.”

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I Fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan | Masterlist  | ♞ | | ♚ || ♛ || ♜ || ✆ |

Summary: Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.

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→ Genre: Idol au, strangers to lovers au, girl group stan au, social media au, kpop fan page au, college au, romance, angst, comedy and smut

→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader 

→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC 

→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior 

Playlist 💖

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Chapters - 

Characters - Y/N and her friends

Characters - Bts

Chapter one - Excuse me? 

Chapter two - Don’t Put That Into The Universe

Chapter three - Concert!

Chapter four - Category is…being awkward

Chapter five - His little crush

Chapter six - Huh? ( Bonus: I )

Chapter seven - Are you Jungkook? ( bonus: I )

Chapter eight- Weird behavior ( bonus I II )

Chapter nine - How can I compare to Irene!?

(bonus I )

Chapter ten - Man Fuck You 😭 ( bonus I )

Chapter eleven - With You 💕☁️ ( bonus I II )

Chapter twelve- Dumb Dumb ( bonus I II )

Time Skip ( I II )

Chapter thirteen - New York With You 💕 (bonus I )

Chapter fourteen- Yours ~ 💜 (bonus I II)

Drabble - Study date

Drabble - She’s so hot

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441 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Title: Love Me or Leave Me 

Paring: Min Yoongi x reader 

Genre: Idol! Yoongi, Wife! Reader, established relationship! Au, childhood friends to lovers! Au, broken marriage au, fluff, smut and angst 

Summary: Everyday it felt the same for Y/N. She’s always sent texts to Yoongi asking him if he's coming home or where he was but she never got an answer. Even when he was home, the silence pierced through her heart but what hurt the most was the yelling. Well, it felt like he was the fighter while she was the one just taking his harsh words hoping it will end soon. She finally gives him the ultimatum, love me or leave me. 

Warnings: Fighting, bullying, unfair blaming (?), jealousy, depression, disabilities, shots, talk of having a child, Yoongi is stressed and takes it on the reader, bless the reader, flashbacks, MAJOR ANGST!, and sex scenes

Part of Little Mix's Mixtape series!

The silence in the room made Y/N feel uncomfortable but she had to say what was on her mind to him. In this moment she didn’t see her husband or the love of her life, she saw a man that treated her so poorly it caused her to ask this question. Yoongi stared at her with wide eyes at what she just said and even she was shocked at the words. In the eleven years of being together, she never thought this would happen between them. She always thought they would feel safe with each other but that safety net is broken now. He quickly looked away from her as his eyes started to get watery but looked back at her with a determined look, “Y/N, do you mean it?” 

She blinked her eyes and turned her back on him, just how he did to her in the past months,“I don’t know...maybe....I just don’t know what to do with you or our marriage anymore.” 

He looked at her with a shocked look and walked up to her slowly but was met with her unknowingly stepping away from him. His eyes widened and looked down at the ground, trying to swallow spit before he let out a sob, “Y/N, you need to say it again...”

“Yoongi...I-” 

“Don’t call me that...it hurts.”

She wrapped her arms around herself and turned back to him with tears going down her face. He wanted to reach out to her and wipe away the tears but he didn’t even know if he had that right anymore, “Do you even love me anymore?”

“Of course-”

“You haven’t said I love you in three months to me. Do you....Do you hate me?”

Yoongi shook his head and walked up towards her but she shook her head at this, “This isn’t fair Yoongi...That's why I said it...That’s why I asked if…if you wanted a divorce.” 

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699 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

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I can't believe I've had this blog for a year and I have gotten so much love. Thank you guys for the support!

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YES! Ok where to start- It's a horror and comedy series with major influences from shows like the Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, Looney Tunes, and Invader Zim!

"Kids Can Too!"

In the ciiiity of Wickedville! Lies avenues who's shadows are shadowed with crime, conspiracies, and something in its corners that may be a lot less human. Where the two weird kids on the block, Staxx and Cassidy, over hear the corrupt Mayor denying his involvement with the local laboratory. Wanting to be heroes, they decide to investigate only to find themselves in a spiraling mystery that gets more dangerous the further they venture. Experiments, monsters, and an evil dancing robot that sings at the center of it all. Uncovering the buried mysteries of Wickedville just got a lot more frightening. And deadly.

Staxx is calm, cautious (mute), smart and very sweet kid, with a love for horror, monsters and his creepy pets Zelt (a cat-maybe-dog thing) and chompers (a fish that bites)! Making puppets and nicknack devices, and plans. He has a hard time being bold, especially when it comes to his dreams of being a hero and artist.

Luckily he has Cassidy to help him brave it all. Despite his cautious, sometimes almost timid nature, it goes out the window the moment he sees something monstrous. He can't help but want to give them a hug! ...Like Flitz and his minions. And this is probably because of his mom, Mystery! (Name unknown) A black ghost, an entity that hides in the shadows.

Cassidy is rambunctious, overzealous, and dreams of becoming a spy. She knows every Houdini escape move, and spy trick. Film noir and detective work? She loves it! And she's thrilled about the idea of danger. Guarded, she's hesitant to trust just about anyone. (Unless you just so happen to be a weirdo with similar interests, like a kid who lives next door with a ghost for a mom.) She's smart. But rash.

Luckily she has Staxx to reel her in when her 'tough' persona goes too far. In the mean time. She has no problem throwing a few insults Flitz's way.

Mystery is sharp with a violent temper. Protective. You don't want to be facing the end of her claws. She tries to get the kids not to do anything too dangerous. (But is more than willing to step in cause of a certain robot if they just so have happened to ignore her attempts already.)

Flitz (Voice, Hopefully: Danny Elfman) is a singing, dancing robot always moving and smiling! The producers won't be able to afford his animation! But don't let his cute face fool you. He's a smart and competent villain with a plan to eradicate all of humanity! All for his precious little doggies~! He has a heart of gold for every animal! And is fully in control of his actions. Although he is easily distracted... Broken and falling apart, he just needs a few upgrades to achieve his plans~.

Staxx and Cassidy will have their hands full, trying to stop a foe able to warp reality as if this was all a cartoon! All while being chased during a few eerie rock numbers~!

Minions/Daughters

Sophie- Wolf Lion- Leader of pack, stern, vengeful, big sister. Insists on lobster for dinner. Cat behaviors. (Why does she have a mane? Because she looks cool that's why.) Stands closest to dad's side.

Daisy- Wolf Alligator- Hyperactive, youngest, good girl. Doesn't always know what going on. Chews on tires. Makes friends with everybody who doesn't scream and run from her.

Zoey- Wolf Porcupine- Shy, quiet, timid. Likes to "paint". Strong distaste for humans. And balloons.

Viola- Wolf Cobra- Vain, loves looking at herself in the mirror, likes to smile, enjoys 'stalking prey like dad does'. Has a 'knitted bed' with one hole to crawl in.

George (Squid? Cephalopod?)- Flitz's right hand man/assistant. Robotic mannerisms, very logical. Keeps Flitz focused, on track, and his plans 'reasonable/plausible' based on current resources. Seems emotionless, isn't. Would be a great leader, if it didn't terrify him. Likes to fish and read. They watch movies on the couch. And sleep next to each other. George in a vat of water, and Flitz charges next to him with a chord on the floor.

Has a laser in his collar like device. And can 'turn invisible' and colors.

Plot B./ Side Characters:

The Mafia Husbands. Mich (Voice: Undecided) and Greg (Voice, Hoepefully: Sung Won). What’s better than the big, quiet “muscle” and the short, hot tempered comedic-criminal duo? Having them actually be married to each other! Mich and Greg like robbing banks and taking orders from the boss. But have a love so sweet and pure they'd kill for each other! So watch it! >:( Perhaps they don't always know what's going on. But they're good at what they do and like giving Detective Raker a run for his money. Peepers is their pet crow that helps them steal 'shiny things'. He likes Greg and fights with Mich.

Kenny Thompson (Voice, Hopefully: Tom Kenny). When we first meet Kenny, he is a scientist for the East end Wickville Laboratory. Unaware of their ulterior motives. And unfortunately not only loses his job as a scientist, but any job after! This poor man is always down on his luck. But he keeps his chin up and always keeps trying. He is the sweetest man on Earth, a real heart of a hero, giving the little he can to whoever needs it. And has a feel for the 'heroic dramatics'. Luckily, his story doesn't end here.

K.C. (Kasey Celvin). Shy with a horrible stutter. KC is Kenny's best friend! The two have been friends for years. Even when Kenny has had a rough day, he can rely on KC to hold him up. Letting him stay after the bookstore has closed. KC isn't just quiet however, get them angry or feeling confident, and they become a completely different person! And you'll see why everyone around finds them Hot! Oh my!

Mayor Richard Penwood. Imagine the most pretentious, irritable, 2-face, greedy, conservative old man. With a bunch of loyal followers. He's an idiot, regardless of how 'regal' he sounds. And a real problem. Be wary as the people believe his lies. Even if said lies are presented more like a salesman's pitch. Likes candy, and stealing it from children.

(Characters copyrighted by me cause I love them.)

You reblogged the line up of the 87 turtles for Get in Dum Dums… is that potentially a sign we’ll be getting chapter 4 soon?? If it is then that’s so so awesome and I’m so excited. If it’s not, I’m still excited for whenever it does come and btw I really hope you’re enjoying writing it as much as I enjoyed reading it the first time and will no doubt enjoy rereading it soon !! I hope you have a nice day/night!!

Unfortunately no. My state’s heat is making my brain turn to mush here. But! I can show you a preview! I did want to show off that I am making… progress… of sorts. Look I have 2 documents with 1,000+ combined words, and it’s all disorganized. At least it SHOULD be smooth-ish sailing afterwards.

Starting off with a misunderstanding because I thought that’s be interesting. :)

[therealpussybangs]

Cuddling hcs with my bb boys (Aka Msby boys bc i’m bias)

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A/n: Warnings, some suggestive touches in Bokuto but that’s it! Use of the word tits once! :3

Genre: Fluff/Comfort! 

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Miya Atsumu

He looooooves cuddles. Especially after a long day of practice, and you rub his muscles while you enjoy whatever show you guys were currently watching together.

You would defo koala cling to his back whenever he went to go get water, and he would follow you to the bathroom and talk to you through the door.

He’s a sucker for the times where you whisper little affirmations into his ear like “I love you” or “You’re my favorite boy”

If you had a drink next to you, he would definitely steal your drink instead of getting his own, but when he saw your lil pout he was done for, and gave it right back.

He loves it when you scritch his scalp for him and massage is head.

He just really loves snuggling up with his partner under the covers and he’s just so soft for you, so enjoy it!! 

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Bokuto Koutaro 

Always ready to cuddle no matter what. You stink bc you’re all sweaty?? No problemo he just wants cuddles form his favorite person.

At first you complain, because he ALWAYS wants to cuddle, but when he pulls the “It’s just because I love you!” Card and a little adorable pout, you are already walking into his big beefy arms.

He loves to play with your tits. Prove me wrong. Right now. He likes how soft they are, no matter the size. and how comfy they are to lay on. He likes to fidget with them when he’s anxious or stressed. Or if you don’t have boobs, he’ll kiss down your chest while telling you how thankful he is to have you

He also loves the feeling that he gets when you cuddle. He feels like he’s protecting you form bad feelings, intrusive thoughts, bad people, and the world in general. He just wants you to feel safe with him.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi

You were the one who first entertained the idea of cuddling, because you didn’t want to gross him out. 

He however was quick to tell you that he could never be grossed out by you, but thanked you for being considerate of his phobia.

However now you’ve gotten him addicted. He loves coming home from a long day of dealing with his gross to him teammates, and curling up next to you after a nice, long hot shower.

He loves playing and twirling with your (Long/Short/Medium) Length hair, and if you don’t have hair, hes obsessed with placing cute, short pecks to your head, affirming his love for you.

He loves hearing about your day, and your problems that he hopes he can help fix. 

If you guys had recently had an argument, he would solve it by scooping you up, nuzzling into your neck, kissing your shoulder blade, and then he would tell you how sorry he is.

He isn’t very affectionate, bur he’s willing to try for his favorite person on the whole planet.

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Hinata Shoyou

He’s so excited when you ask to cuddle. Like jumping off the walls excited. He scoops you up and throws you on the couch all while putting on your show.

He really likes randomly kissing you during ad breaks, and massaging your shoulder blades. 

Sometimes, you’ll give him back rubs, and he falls asleep in your arms, and you are left to drag this heavy ass man to bed so his back doesn’t hurt.

You also feed eachother the snacks you brought over to the couch. His favorite snack is you, just remember. >;)

He lets you mess with his hair, and he once even let you put little clips in it! One time you even painted his nails black gold and white for his team! Pls hes so cute ahhh\

Baby boy just wants to make you as happy as possible bc you deserve the world.

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Meian Shugo

He lets you choose the show, and he WILL watch it. Barbie and the lost mermaid? Absolutely. 

He really likes just cuddling and talking about life, your future together, and how your days went.

You and Meian barely ever argue or fight, but if you do, he’ll make it up to you by making dinner, sitting you in his lap, and watching a silly family comedy with you.

Movie nights are a must for you and him, so if he has to miss or you have something going on, you reschedule immediately so you don’t forget. 

He gives you little butterfly kisses on your nose and if you have freckles or any birth marks on your face, he loves to kiss them, scars included.

He never leaves you out of anything and he doesn’t hide things, so if he gets a phone call while you’re cuddling, he makes sure it’s on speaker.

He just wants you to know he’s in it for the long haul and he’s willing to give this relationship everything he has. 

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Hope you enjoy some soft Msby boys today! xx

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Miguel Galindo NSFW Alphabet

I have never done one of these before and all my dear friends have done the SVU boys, so I branched out a little doing Miguel Galindo cause he is just a god. So please be kind x

This is dedicated to @beccabarba​ we have both crushing pretty hard as of late. 

Warnings: Smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Miguel can go from calling you Puta and pulling at your hair slamming into you, to running a bubble bath, making you tea, rubbing your shoulders or holding you running his big warm long fingered hands up and down your back telling you how well you did and how much he loves you.

 B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yours: His fingers and wrists. The way his long fingers brush across your skin sending shivers down your spine. The way they grab onto sheets of paper turning pages and the way they wrap around a glasses and your wrists pinning you down. His wrists are the most amazing things you have ever seen. You love wrapping your fingers around them, kissing down his arm starting there making him groan.

 His: Your lips. He loves how plump and full they are. Especially when you have his favourite shade of lip stick on, down on your knees with your lips wrapped round his long thick cock.      

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Miguel is all about marking his territory showing everyone that you’re his. That includes coming anywhere on your body, your chest, stomach or ass. The feel of his hot salty cum running over your skin while be grunts over you makes you moan loud every time at his invisible marks.  

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If anyone was to know this about the cartel boss, he would never live it down, but sometimes- although not very often Miguel likes to be dominated. He likes after long days over the boarder once he is washed and fed for you to take over. He likes being pushed up against the wall, you kissing down his neck, undoing his shirt buttons, marking him, telling him what a good Papi he is to you and what you are going to do to him to make him groan your name.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

For a cartel boss he has hadn’t that much experience with too many other women, knowing most of them were gold diggers, but Miguel defiantly knows what he is doing with his cock, fingers and mouth most nights making you come multiple times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on your knees in front of him or doggy style. He loves your lips wrapped around him but he also likes thrusting into you hard and fast from behind, either one hand pushing you down into the surfaces he is fucking you on or his fingers in your hair pulling you up so your body is flush with his bucking up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Miguel does love having a good laugh with that grin that melts ice. He chuckles to himself with funny things you say and loves when your telling him funny stories about your day. His favourite Saturday night is watching a comedy curled up with you on the couch both giggling.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely. His well-groomed face says it all, although you do love when things are getting a little un-kept and it tickles your nose, it turns you on that little bit more.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romance has never been an issue. Miguel will sweep you off your feet in more ways than one. Taking you out for romantic dinners a dress and shoeing arriving earlier in the day for you to wear for a date, sending flowers while his away and when you are out he always has a hand on your back, holds your hand or has his arm linked with yours. As much as you love when he gives it to you hard and rough, you also love when he takes his time with you whispering how much he loves you in your ear as he feels your inner walls flutter around him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When Miguel is home it’s not something he really has to do himself because you’re always there for him.  But when he is away sometimes days and weeks at a time, you always know what it means if he asks for a photo or a video calls comes through, which you are always more than happy to assist with.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

When you’re on your knees and he is throat deep, you humming around him when his pre-cum hits your tongue and you reach up to cup his balls squeezing them gently. It drives Miguel crazy making him come on the spot or he pulls you up and off him pushing you on the bed and ramming into you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Of course in bed in your shared bedroom. But he loves quickies in the back of the car or bending you over his home office desk.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you walk into his office in a tight little dress showing off your curves, sitting on his lap running your fingers through his beard while you call him Papi or the way your run your pointer finger down his jaw line, batting your eye lashes and the way you purr his name.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There really isn’t much that Miguel wouldn’t do, he is up for anything. But he takes your lead on everything and if you don’t like it you say the word, it stops and it’s never done again.

When it comes to you he has no turns offs, he wouldn’t have brought you into his life, into his bed if there were. But he doesn’t like when you question your beauty. To him you are the most beautiful women he has seen and it upsets him when you think other wise taking every chance he can to tell you how beautiful you are so you never forget it.  

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Miguel loves receiving there is no doubt, but he loves giving more. He knows how quickly he can make you come undone when he is between your thighs his beard running along your skin making you squirm, whimper and moan under him, screaming his name so loud making your throat burn.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both is good. When Miguel knows he is going away for an extended time you both take your time so you can feel every inch of each other knowing you’re going to miss each other.

But other times rough and fast is what gets you both off the quickest before you have somewhere to be or he has an appointment coming to the house for a meeting.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Miguel does love a quickie. Sometimes you have both worked each other up that much whispering into each other’s ears that it doesn’t take long most often than not you both coming together or close together. But he does try for it not to happen too often so he can worship your body, the goddess that you are to him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experiments are also on the table at least once. Miguel knows your body and so he will take a risk to a certain point. He knows if you’re getting to your limit but he also knows when something is giving you pure bliss he will push you as far as he can, unless you say otherwise.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stamina is never an issue, even after long work days and weeks. Miguel is always ready to go at a drop of a hat, sometimes after a long time away going two or three rounds a night making up for lost time, Miguel grateful not having to use his hand and can touch you, not see you over a screen.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Miguel loves toys he can control on you. Nothing turns him on more than when you’re dressed to the nines for an event talking to other partners of friends and business partners knowing that you have a vibrator in you that he put in there earlier that he is controlling from his phone. Only Miguel knows by your face, but you never show it to anyone else and he can’t wait to get you home to show you what a good girl you have been.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Miguel can be a real tease, whispering dirty things in your ear while smiling out into a crowded room and sending you dirty messages to fire you up. Saying dirty things in English and Spanish. He isn’t too unfair in the end always keeping to his word about what he is going to do to you once your home alone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Miguel grunts and groans, sometimes really loud after being away, other times it’s just a whisper leaving his lips, but either drives you crazy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Whether you’re in a simple pair of jeans and a top, dress pants and blouse, a sun dress or evening dress. Miguel loves watching when you peel your clothes off to see your bra and panties match your colour choice of clothing.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His tailored suits don’t really leave much to the imagination, especially in his vest and shirt. But when he is in boxers and shirtless, you can’t help but run your eyes down his tanned skin, broad strong muscly shoulders, solid chest and deliciously shaped abs, his hair on his chest just enough running down to the dip of his hips. His solid legs and thighs inviting you for a ride.  

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Miguel has a high sex drive, sometimes he can’t even handle it when you walk through the house in your gym wear pushing you up against the wall or perching you on the back of the couch. Even after days away Miguel is hard walking through the door just at the thought of seeing you, carrying you upstairs laying you on the floor pushing your panties to the side or pulling you into the shower pushing you against the shower wall running his hands over your dripping wet body.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Miguel doesn’t usually fall asleep quickly. He likes to hold you as you drift off to sleep, watching as your face softens as you enter a deep slumber. Sometimes he lays awake for hours just holding you listening for concerning noises in the dark outside, ready at any moment if anyone were to try and harm you to get to him.  

Tags: @thatesqcrush​ @witches-unruly-heart​ @teamsladsandgents​ @lovebennycolonmiguelgalindo​ @amorestevens

[kreidewaltz]

summer shivers | k.t.

pairing. kageyama tobio x f!reader

about. spending the day on the beach with your boyfriend. and the unfortunate events of meeting his former teammate lead to a silly competition of showing off each other's partner.

word count. 3.1k 

genre & warnings. fluff, comedy, suggestive themes, timeskip, making out on the beach (covered w an umbrella), female petnames, drinking at the bar.

author's note. i played around and made this fic descriptive and uhm sorry not sorry for the amount of teasing and tension ??? i needed to transform my kags brainrot to a fic so yeah and thanks amy for the beta-ing ily

while you and your boyfriend are walking mindlessly around the beach, your feet are being tickled by the soft, brown sand below. your boyfriend's fingers loosely intertwine with yours as his thumb rubs over your hand, something he knows you love. the pale green polish covering your toenails is fading as time goes. it wasn't a pleasant thing to look at, but you adored this look more— a little messy and flawed.

"tobio? wanna rest or keep walking?"

he gives your hand a soft squeeze and your love-filled eyes fall on him, which results in heat spreading subtly to your cheeks, and the pounding of your chest gets a little out of hand. he has three buttons of his loose, pale blue shirt undone and is wearing a simple pair of khaki shorts, his raven colored hair looking like a mess because of the strong breeze that passes. both of you decided to go barefoot while strolling around, smiling at the other tourists, and fawning over the adorable babies you see on the beach and restaurants when you pass by.

"let's walk. i miss these moments with you. needed a break from games and everything," he murmurs as his gentle, soft gaze falls on you. and in that moment you stop walking and take your time to quietly admire your partner under the bright, monstrous sun, along with the fluffy, huge clouds floating beside the light. his other hand pushes some of your hair behind your ear, doing it with delicacy and letting his fingers leave a trail of adrenaline since his delicate touches twists your fragile heart and makes your toes curl involuntarily.

"mhm, okay. but... when did you become that smooth?" you look to the other side so he doesn’t witness the red madness happening in the apples of your cheeks. you try to the best of your ability to stop the wide grin blooming on your face. but he carefully threads his fingers on the back of your head, and you unconsciously bite your strawberry balmed lips as you stare at him again.

"i guess i learned from you. and the karasuno guys." his hand rests on your nape before it slides to your back. a low, heartwarming chuckle comes from your boyfriend as he watches you crumble under his soft gaze. you bury your head on his chest and gripping the hem of his shirt and letting out a series of breathless giggles. as you're occupied with tobio's warmth, you fail to notice him running a hand through his short, black hair, and the lovesick smile growing on his face. he tries to distract himself by playing with your hair, and basks in the lavender scent of the shampoo you have in the apartment you share. cupping your cheeks for a moment, he takes his utmost time to admire your ethereal face matching with the glowing sunlight in the background. he gives you a peck on your temple and wraps his hands around your petite body, not saying a single word. he’s just taking in your warmth and admiring the beautifully painted sun behind the both of you, mesmerizing and serene.

you know, he knows.

-

"what are you doing here?” tobio's hands settle on your waist as he narrows his ocean-like eyes across other figures, his former high school teammate with his girlfriend. he shakes his head in disbelief, running your hand on his bicep through his arms— which is a sight that diverts your attention every time. it's harder to not keep your eyes on his build when you're in that time of the month, and he has to begrudgingly indulge in your adorable whining and countless compliments about his physique. 

back to the present time, seeing the tall blonde across from you with his newfound girlfriend- who you call your acquaintance because you were casual in school since you were classmates with her for a year. unfortunately, you’re a witness to how these two idiots’ feelings bloom into something complicated- you had to force them to meet after school. tsukishima didn’t thank you or anything but the way he carefully cares for her and treats her with respect, a little affection is more than enough for you. after all, he kind of helped you talk to kageyama when you were in first years. 

"oh my! how is ms. kageyama doing?" she yelps as you slowly walk to her because her voice tends to get pretty loud. her hands tug you into a friendly hug as you pat her head, amazed with the little braids on the side of her head since it fits her. her outfits are simple yet eye-catching (in high school she wore bright hair clips), and has too many accessories on her hair. but somehow she can pull it off. 

“tobio had a one week vacation.. and now we’re here.” 

she loops your arms together and slowly walks towards the waves, relaxation coursing through your body as you inhale the ocean scent, and feel the softness of the sand even though the waters crash every time. 

“that’s nice! don’t tell kei this because... his pride,” she rests her head on your shoulder and subtly puckers her lips on your back.- as you turn around your eyes land on your boyfriend and tsukishima bickering- and a stinging pain welcomes your head as you mindlessly cover your feet in sand. she giggles and you get the clue, so you keep your stare ahead, feeling all your worries away as you watch the waves and the cool breeze dance every so often. 

“he’s gonna meet my fam later and he’s nervous!” her voice is laced with agitation as she jumps in place, and you raise your brows in amusement. 

“ehhhh, that’s normal, duh.”

“no no wait! my family’s a little uptight with who i date.. because of my shitty relationships-”

“just say one night stands. i get it.” you cut her off and bite your lip to not laugh at the offended look on her face. you can’t forget that. she puts a hand over her chest and dramatically falls back, the sand messing her styled hair. she was curious about those things, and hooked up with a few men to get experience. but you’re glad she found tsukishima, because her past is what prevents her from having a good, long term relationship. but he stands beside her and gently takes care of her, and years later they’re together, ecstatic and it seems you can’t tear them apart.

it’s true what they say, the right one won’t leave.

-

with the huge, black umbrella covering the upper part of your body, you couldn't help but indulge in his soft, plush lips, which are nipping your own right now. his left hand is cupping your cheek, tilting your head to his desire so the gentle, yet passionate kiss dives in deeper- in all honesty it makes your knees weak. his dainty hands works its way under your baby pink sundress, and give your bare hips a soft squish.

"heh, never knew you're this naughty, tobio." you break away from the kiss, but your faces are near each other, running your fingers through his hair for a moment. you stare at his mesmerizing, blue eyes to regain consciousness because his fiery lips are hovering yours, easily getting hazy just from the feeling of his lips. the way he controls your body as you get lost and drown yourself to the pleasure, and how tingly and ecstatic you become when he finally, finally touches you bare. even if you're the one getting attacked with his star-struck kisses and feather-like touches all over your precious body, your pleasure-headed mind always asks for more.

"no.. no let's stop, angel." you capture his swollen, red lips in another sweet kiss and savor in his lips that are tasting like faint strawberries before breaking the kiss. if there's one thing you learned from being in a relationship with your boyfriend, you had to stop yourself, because those supposed study sessions for him to pass his exams or stacks of school works, always leads to kissing or even slow, heartwarming make out sessions on the beige couch in your living room. or quick, messy sessions in his bedroom because he's utterly distracted by you in your school uniform. and the next day you couldn't even blame each other because you both enjoyed it. after all, sometimes it ends with sleepy kisses and slow, burning touches while the only thing covering your bodies are his dark gray sheets.

"huh, you say that and keep pulling me closer." you thread your fingers with care through his hair, and run your fingernails on his scalp. his one hand supports his weight in order to not fall on top of you, his other busy with caressing your hips. you try your best to avoid squirming under his hold because the atmosphere you two put yourselves in is scorching hot. it makes your body sweat, your lungs tighten from suffocation but you keep swimming, so desperate for his touch and warmth that keeps you sane every time.

"shut.. up, tobio." panting for a moment, you clumsily push the umbrella above you to get some of the fresh air and the natural scent of the ocean across from you. you’re sitting up as you move ahead of him and plop yourself in your boyfriend’s arms. 

"what's with earlier, tobio-chan? gettin' all antsy and... you had to give them a show by us kissing hard, all messy, and sloppy." fiddling with your fingers, you treasure the rose gold promise ring he bought for your second anniversary, which you never removed from your hand- even when the relationship is experiencing a tough road throughout the journey. he’s silent as he leaves a tender kiss on the top of your head, his other hand occupied with the necklace he’s loosely wearing- and instead of another pendant, he used the silver ring that matches with yours. there is a faint tint of rose gold on his, the design is simple- on the top part there are bits of diamonds that twinkle under the sun, and an infinity sign weaves through the band seamlessly.

it’s beautiful, tobio muses to himself as he threads your fingers together. the rose gold circlet on your ring finger looks so gorgeous. he appreciates this about you, being silent as you lose yourself in his warmth. if his doubts and the inner voices keep ringing in his head, all he'd do is take a glimpse of the gorgeous ring fitted on your finger perfectly and those thoughts dissipate from his head. they are exchanged with the happy, smiley thoughts of you that overlap.

"you kissed me back, who's at fault now, pretty angel?" before you could react and hit his bicep playfully, he tightens his embrace on your body, squishing you a little until you’ve settled and formed into a puddle because of his touch- your hands sliding on his arm. you’re not shaking your feet anymore deep on the brown, soft sand. he cocks his head to the right as his navy, blue eyes slowly close and with a turtle’s speed, he brushes his soft, tempting lips below your ear, nipping, and blowing on that spot he knows drives a whimper out of you.

tobio’s such a discreet bastard, you muse as you bury your head more to the crook of his neck and attempt to think of a payback to him later. because what he’s doing to you clouds your mind with hazy pleasure, and he hums lowly as he listens to your breathless symphony he couldn’t get enough of it.

-

“kags did change a lot, huh? probably because of you.” her hands are occupied with holding a small shot glass carefully as she moves her hand. her eyes are glued to the swaying of the tequila. a soft snort comes out of you— shaking your head instinctively because, if we're being honest, you bloomed differently because of your boyfriend. he's taught you so many things. from being passionate to that one thing you love, that there’s someone who is going to save you when you’re breaking, or that the display of affection isn’t equal to the love and adoration he’s feeling for you. 

“i only helped him, don’t wanna make this all about me.” you take a big sip of your favorite cocktail, the cosmopolitan, mainly because of the blush pink color and the tinge of sweetness that suits your taste better. your boyfriends are on a journey to find the restroom and it has been a while. the loud, open bar the internet recommended is true to its word, the variety of colored lights flashing in an hour, the songs being played on the speakers are prominent, although you’d prefer if they turn the volume up because strangers are drunk and are pretty loud- like they didn’t need to prove they’re all over each other physically. 

oh damn, they need to up their flirting game. 

“what about tsukki? are you guys good?” you smoothly change the topic and inwardly sigh because you’re relieved she didn’t push the topic further. it’s not that you don’t want to talk about your boyfriend. your perspective is leaning on the realistic side and you don’t want to bore her with your life realizations- and you forbid yourself to sound like an old woman while telling about your real feelings and thoughts. 

“yeah! even though he’s still snarky, and teases me before... he’s better now. you know, one time he asked, asked for cuddles! it’s so cute..”

"and i wonder why our classmates are so shocked when he displays affection–like, man–he's a human. he wants touch, his pride gets in the way!" your hands are moving around you to emphasize your opinion, and you smack her lightly on the head the second you hear chuckles coming out of her. you stand on your opinion though, the shield on his heart just needed a hard hit- and successfully she did that. slowly entering his heart and letting his mask crumble when he’s with her. 

"right! still thankful for you that you pushed us to confess... or say some words." you roll your eyes playfully at her statement because you could witness their feelings for one another grow and grow– yet they keep their guard up and wait for the other to make the first move. their relationship reminded you of an anime you watched before, and you push them to confess after school, giving them encouraging words, but mainly you throw them playful threats. 

"just say you confessed." 

"whatever.. oh! remember the time you and kags were all over each other at the res—!" putting your hand over her mouth, muffle out her words in a rush before she can continue. heat blossoms to your neck as you reminisce that memory. it was supposed to be a chill, enjoyable double date even though your man and hers had this urge to be competitive on every thing you did. you ended in another restaurant (which was fancy and expensive). after the course meal, she ordered two wine bottles and tobio got tipsy. you were a bit tipsy but you could make out your surroundings, but the soberness came to a halt when he tugged you and gave you a hard kiss., it wasn’t the problem but- oh god his calloused hands kept moving around your body. for a moment you forgot you were in public and your friends are here—watching you. you pulled away for a moment and went to the bathroom, your happy face turned beet red, the realization coming in and making you more flustered if that was possible.

“what!? you got us tipsy. don’t even turn the tables when i actually saw,” you lower your voice on the end to make her panic which is evident in her eyes. you acting dramatic and slap a hand over your mouth as you shake your head, and your eyes focus on her, along with your finger pointing her body and let out your thoughts in the form of screeching and overreacting—-that’s what you’re good at—-she told you before in college. and your boyfriend instantly nods which resulted in a good old silent treatment for a few days. 

“with my two own eyes, you are taking those kinds of photos for tsukishima!” a teasing smirk is forming on your face and you’re taking another sip of the cocktail. as you’re about to finish the drink, she hits your legs with her little black handbag while she squeals. before you could pay your petty revenge, your boyfriend and tsukishima’s voices make you tense on the wooden stools. making eye contact with her, you pray that they didn’t hear the last part of your conversation because they weren’t supposed to hear that. if they did, they’ll be so embarrassed. 

"angel."

"baby."

turning around to see your boyfriend’s eyes on you, you get distracted by his dirty white long sleeves and the first two buttons that are open, and khaki shorts. he walks yet he never tears his dark gaze from you, his eyes now focusing on your tinted lips. his hand swiftly slides on your waist and you have to bite your lip to suppress your whimper since his hold on your body tightens. as for tsukishima, he whispers something to her and you know what’s going to happen. 

"see you tom!! ‘bout to get punished again." you wave the couple a goodbye as you and tobio walk back to the hotel you’re staying in. while you’re going back, he gives a soft peck on your temple and holds your bag. he suddenly stops walking and pulls you away from the crowd. he cups your cheek, which is getting red as he faces you. you’re becoming flustered by the stupid smirk growing on his face and, he rests his chin on your shoulder. his breath fans on your ear before he murmurs, his voice getting husky which makes your knees weak.

“oh angel, just take me well, yeah?”

[rfamess]

RFA + V and Saeran at a party!!

alright friends. picture this: a party. what kind of party? that is for you to think about. i’ll give my 2 cents on what they prefer, but their behaviors still stand. If you’ve ever been to a party, (and I consider just hanging w friends a party as well... literally anything is a party if you want it to be a party) you know DAMN WELL you can find a specific type of person at every single function. we’ve got the corner standers, we got the emotional rollercoaster, the bitches getting crossed, the couch chillers, the flirt, the table dancer. you get the vibe.

in short, this is a (very) drunk rfa at a party.

Jumin

- you already know this guy only drinks wine.

- two bottles; one red, one white (very bold) double fisting them.

- wine drunk is the best drunk lemme tell ya.

- he is just so relaxed. GODDAMN he’s chill

- he’s so chill that he could walk up to zen and take a drag of a cig. shocking. why would he do that? he would never do that! (he’s drunk bby)

- personal morals have left the chat

- definetly happy and very social. Likes to tell very good stories— and they are good. very funny guy

- total opposite from his work self, which many people know. it’s refreshing to see him let loose

- and when i say let loose i mean let loose

- oh, the function? he owns it. not only is he the life of the party, it’s actually in his penthouse. he literally owns it.

- he has the potential to throw a gatsby-like party, but he likes to stick with his close friends and colleagues. people are allowed to bring a plus one. the more the merrier. but not too many lol

Zen

- oh this guy? he’s a professional partier. balls to the wall type drinker.

- shotgunning beer, pong master, stack cup, ride the bus, shots, up jenkins. he plays them allllll

- very competitive. VERY. he gets really into it, but he’s not like a competitive jock type, he’s just very passionate.

- he will accept his losses with grace and dignity, as well as with a nice handshake with his opponent.

- his passion sometimes causes him some accidents. will probably bump into you, apologize and call you some sweet pet name, and then return back to his zone.

- everyone loves to talk to him. not just bc he’s handsome, but he is just so genuinely nice and can hold a great conversation, even while completely obliterated.

- he’s the kind of guy that goes around and makes sure everyone is having fun

- smooth moves. very flirtatious, duh. can literally charm anyone.

- ngl he’s probably also a horny drunk. he’s not creepy or anything. he is definitely very courteous and respectful, but sometimes he has a lot on his mind...

- you can probably find him at one of jumins gatherings, at a work friends house, clubs, etc.

- he also loves themed parties. he really gets into it

Saeyoung/Seven

- he goes so hard.

- another themed party lover. especially costume parties.

- would probably show up in a costume even if it in fact was not a costume party.

- sorry, have you ever listened to tik tok by kesha? seven literally IS the party. “the party don’t start til I walk in”

- freestyle dances literally any chance he gets. definetly starts a dance circle— everyone loves a good dance circle

- he’s not a good dancer. he’s not bad either. but dancing with the stars is not in his future

- he’s wasted, but even if he wasn’t, he’d still be the life of the party. it just becomes magnified by however many drinks he’s had.

- very much parks and rec tom haverford vibes. snake juice episode. classic.

- he gets antsy to build things for no reason. tries to do small physics balancing things or maybe just do something productive, like cooking. he never cooks so he has no idea what he’s doing. will probably set the smoke alarm off, sprinklers will be going and people will be partying with INDOOR RAIN.

- that’s his legacy— the guy who set off the sprinklers at that party that one time

- you could probably find him crashing random peoples parties. he hears one going on in some apartment on the street and somehow he gets in and nobody questions it.

Yoosung

- you already know he gets DRANK.

- he doesn’t drink alcohol, the alcohol drinks HIM.

- he always goes over his limit. not bad enough where he’s incapacitated, but he for sure blacks out a lot of the time

- he’s kind of like a mix of his two besties ;) zen and seven. he’s a dancer, but he’s a COMPETETIVE DANCER. lol he probably challenges people to a dance off or contest. also likes table top games.

- he is prone to.... emotion. which is okay! but it happens

- once in a blue moon he’ll cry over something minor, but then start crying-laughing over it 2 seconds later.

- he finds a wii console buried tucked away in a drawer somewhere. he really brings it together when mario kart or wii sports resort gets pulled out. especially if it’s the sword play one. his find gets him clout at the party lol

- probably sees someone he thinks he wants to talk to... he overthinks how to approach them a little too much. but he’ll take a shot and go do it

- it always works out, he’s very friendly and likeable.

- he attends his college parties and always ends up making friends but he’s also hammered so he might not remember it much.

- probably wakes up in a random field somewhere the next morning. he is very confused.

Jaehee

- she goes to town on hard liqour. she can handle it alright.

- genuinely wants to fight everyone. not in a bad way, more of a “let me show you how fucking strong i am” way. it sure brings an audience

- people accept her challenges— she always beats them. probably turns them into drinking competitions too.

- like zen, she’s very competitive. she might lose her composure a little bit, but always self soothes and gets right back into it.

- 2 words: HYPE. WOMAN.

- she can get ANYONE excited about ANYTHING. always cheering others on and having them break out of their comfort zone (if they choose to do so).

- very big emotions. fangirls a lot. flirts a lot. a little dramatic, but she’s very entertaining.

- another great story teller— she loves to talk to people about the things she loves or crazy things that have happened to her.

- once she sobers up a little more, she is quite the helper. she helps clean up, helps people who might be throwing up. she’s a gentle care taker and welcoming presence :)

- she attends house parties a lot. usually her office friends, but sometimes zen brings her to his friends parties.

- she doesn’t party a lot since she works so much but when she does, she goes DUMMY!!

V

- very creative guy. he’ll have a conversation with someone and midway through he goes HOLD THAT THOUGHT!! because he’s had a little intrusive lightbulb moment. runs to go write it down or do a quick sketch then return to said conversation.

- if there’s a hot tub, he’s in it. he’s so in it. he has a glass of champagne and just sits. a lot of the time he never changes he just keeps his clothes on in the water. people question his judgement

- he’s not super animated like a lot of others, he’s more chill, but he’s also very excitable.

- he’s very giggly. anything could make him laugh.

- he really stays true to his hobbies while drunk too.

- photographer/videographer. but since he’s at a party and he’s drunk, they aren’t professional photos. a lot of them end up blurry. but a lot of them turn out great!

- he leaves disposable cameras everywhere so people can just pick them up and take their own photos— he sends out all the pics after they get developed.

- he’s definetly the type to go around making sure everyone is safe and helping them whenever possible. he doesn’t take a lot of time for himself :(

- he parties with jumin at his penthouse. they have a lot of the same friends and it’s a familiar place.

- he doesn’t go to giant parties either, mostly just friends in the comfort of his or someone else’s home.

Saeran

- I don’t think Saeran drinks very much, to be honest. But hypothetically….

- he’s obsessed with making fancy cocktails. they are so beautiful. but they get infinitely worse the more he drinks them lol

- his parties are always with his close friends, probably at his own house. he’s more of a homebody. and the presence of his friends is very grounding

- he really likes to play tabletop-turned drinking games

- he also likes to make games up! kind of like true american in new girl. he’s actually really really good at making up rules on the spot and they always turn out super fun.

- he’s definitely the kind of guy you want at your party if you want to have a lot of fun just doing random shit.

- speaking of random shit, just like his brother he also gets spikes of energy to just go do something. he makes homemade ice cream in a plastic bag. he rearranges the furniture. he will learn magic tricks in about 2 minutes and then show everyone he knows.

- will try and flirt with you. like a lot. he’s incredibly endearing and gets kind of handsy. and by handsy i mean he wants to hold your hand briefly. both of his hands clasped around one of yours.

- he likes to do really harmless pranks. like so harmless that they’re just hilarious. he’ll take someone’s phone and sign them up for mailing lists they don’t want. he might replace a family photo with something else. or maybe just hide behind a wall and jump out and scare someone when they walk by!! PRANK CALLS. classic.

- he’s really funny. like really fucking funny. without even trying. and boy does he love to make people laugh. he’s comedy gold and a pro with the one-liners.

- after drinking he will fall asleep ANYWHERE. on the floor, in a chair, under a desk, on top of a desk, he could fall asleep standing up. all his friends have pictures of him just sleeping in strange places.

[senstia]

Any more andreil headcanons or fics you’re writing??

So i just wrote this and it makes my heart happy. Maybe you guys will enjoy it too?❤️

*please excuse any incorrect, grammar, punctuation, writing mistakes, ect.

Your Heart is Safe Now

Movie nights for the foxes had become a regular occurrence. Lately it had become harder to get them all in one room because of varying schedules and plans but they always made an effort to see each other.

Today everyone was gathered around the TV at the Columbia house, fighting over what movie to watch.

Neil and Andrew were sitting on the floor, thigh to thigh in front of the couch. Allison sat on the couch behind Neil, casually playing with his hair every once in a while. Renee was on her left and Aaron on her right. Kevin was on a loveseat with Nicky, looking thoroughly annoyed that he was forced to sit with him. Matt and Dan were cuddled up on another couch on their left.

“Disney movies are the best movies in the history of filmaking guys! We are required to watch Frozen 2,” Nicky exclaimed to the group.

Kevin groaned. “I already said we should watch Night at the Museum.”

“No offense Kev but none of us want to watch one of your boring history documentaries,” Aaron muttered.

“It’s a comedy!” Kevin shouted, exasperated.

“Neil what should we watch?” Allison asked, thumping on Neil’s head lightly.

“Why do you guys always ask Neil what to watch?” Aaron said, sounding disgusted.

“Because he’s everyone’s favorite fox, obviously!” Matt said.

Aaron just sighed and rolled his eyes. Neil’s cheeks flushed at the compliment and he wrung his hands in his lap. Andrew noticed this and untangled Neil’s hands and kissed his knuckles lightly. Neil looked at Andrew with such deep adoration in his eyes that Andrew felt himself shudder. He pulled his eyes from Neil’s to find equilibrium again and kept his gaze glued to the blank TV screen.

“I think we should watch Fight Club,” Renee said before Neil could reply. Renee rarely chose the movie so everyone went along with this and Nicky began to set up the TV.

Neil never really cared for watching movies, he just saw them as an excuse to stare at Andrew for an extended period of time. Sometimes Andrew commented on Neil’s staring and sometimes he didn’t. It seemed today he was too tired to care. About 10 minutes into the movie Andrew nudged at Neil’s shoulder. Neil looked at him and cocked his head to the side in question.

“Sleep,” Andrew said.

“You want to go up to bed?” Neil asked.

Andrew rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“You can sleep on me if you want. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“I hate you,” Andrew said. Then contradicted himself by stretching his body out and resting his head on Neil’s lap.

Neil adjusted Andrew’s blanket so that it still covered Andrew’s legs in his new position and then rested his head on the back of the couch to watch the movie. After a few minutes Andrew twisted to look at Neil and poked his hands, which were currently resting on the carpet on either side of his hips. Neil raised his brows at Andrew.

“Hair,” Andrew muttered.

Neil grinned and began sliding his hands through Andrew’s hair, giving him a scalp massage. Andrew sighed softly and before long Neil felt his breathing even out and he knew Andrew had fallen asleep.

Neil could revel in Andrew’s beauty forever. Even now, in a room surrounded by all the people he loved, perfectly safe, all he really wanted to do was drink in every detail of Andrew’s form. Andrew’s hair was perfectly mussed from Neil’s hands, his skin perfectly golden from the dying sunlight filtering in through the nearby window. Andrew’s eyelashes rested against his soft cheeks, fluttering every once in a while in sleep. Neil thought they looked like spun gold. He could feel the heat of Andrew’s skin seeping into him like honey, dragging him into a warm and sweet embrace. Neil could smell the scent that was so undeniably Andrew cocooning him in this moment. Andrew. Andrew. Andrew. Mind. Body. Soul. Neil wondered every day if his heartstrings would burst from it, the intensity of his love for Andrew. All these thoughts filtered in and out of Neil’s tired mind as he gazed at Andrew sleeping beneath him.

The foxes were now very used to watching Neil gush over Andrew. It never stopped surprising them though. Because sometimes Matt would catch Neil’s eyes soften as Andrew said something particularly grumpy, or Dan would see how Neil’s face flushed bright red whenever Andrew touched him even in the slightest. Renee saw more than the others. Not because she witnessed them more often but because she understood. Because Neil and Andrew had the most pure, undiluted form of love, born from trust, understanding and soul deep connection. Allison began to see it too, when she started looking deeper. Allison hadn’t known love like that even existed until she started to see the small glimpses of it that Andrew and Neil shared with the public. And right now she was seeing it again. And she thought that that, right there, is what every human craves. Why romance has been written about since the beginning of time; for the way Neil looked at Andrew. His eyes were shining, on the edge of tears. His face was soft and vulnerable as he looked at Andrew. Looked at Andrew like Andrew held the universe inside him. Like Neil was looking at every beautiful thing all at once and he was so overwhelmed by it he could barely breath; from the sunset after a thunderstorm, to a fresh field of flowers, to mountains and deserts and prairies and stars and planets. Neil looked at Andrew like all of that, all the unrestrained beauty of the universe, was nothing in comparison to the beauty that Neil saw in Andrew.

As the credits to the movie began to roll, Nicky flipped on the overhead light and the room was once again brightened. It seemed that none of the foxes were anywhere near being out of energy because they began chattering away and drinking and eating once the movie ended.

It was rare for Andrew to sleep through any type of noise but he hadn’t gotten a good nights sleep in a while and practice had hit him extra hard today. And maybe, just maybe, Neil’s promise of safety rang a little deeper than it usually did. Neil shushed the foxes as they talked, trying to get them to lower their volume so as not to wake Andrew.

And then something happened.

It was barely audible at first, a mixture between a moan and a groan escaped Andrew’s lips as he slept. Neil tensed. Andrew did it again, louder this time. Neil checked but Andrew was still deep in sleep. He glanced up, noticing the room had gone extra quiet. All the foxes looked to Andrew’s sleeping form.

“Neil,” Andrew said, the word sounding like a prayer.

“Neil,” he pleaded in his sleep again.

All of the foxes looked shellshocked, all transfixed to Andrew, curious about what would happen next. Andrew groaned again and nuzzled his head against Neil’s inner thigh, still fast asleep. Neil’s heart was racing. Andrew was saying his name. The thought of it made his skin goosebump and his pulse race. What was Andrew dreaming about?

“Neil,” he pleaded again. “I love you,” this came out as a whisper.

Neil’s jaw dropped. Andrew had only said that to him once before, and he had thought Neil was asleep at the time. They both knew they loved each other, saying it was never necessary, but hearing Andrew say it while in his most vulnerable state sent a shock through Neil’s system.

The foxes all knew that Neil was happy and knew there was a different gravity to his relationship with Andrew that none of them would ever understand, but hearing those words come from Andrew was like an epiphany. Andrew was never soft, none of the foxes understood the lens that Neil saw Andrew through, but in this moment they could all see it clearly. The love. Because Neil had a tear streaming down his cheek. And Andrew was whispering “I love you Neil, don’t leave me” in his sleep, over and over, like a prayer, a confession.

Andrew stopped talking and began to stir. All the foxes were still frozen, staring at him. Neil had tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked down at Andrew. Andrew nuzzled against Neil’s thigh again, still half asleep. Then he sighed deeply and blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the light. Andrew twisted to look at Neil. Andrew frowned at the sight.

“You’re crying,” Andrew said. Neil just shook his head, smiling.

Andrew remembered his dream suddenly. Neil was there. Neil was always there. In the dream, Neil was vowing to Andrew, promising he’d never leave. Dream Andrew was scared, what if Neil left someday? Neil promised over and over in the dream. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I will never leave you. Ever. Ever. Not even in death.” Andrew hadn’t realized how much he wanted to hear those words until he heard them in his dream. Until he realized that he wanted to say them to Neil, over and over, until they both forgot about their pasts, until the only things they could remember anymore were thoughts of each other. Until everything but the feel of Neil’s skin and the sound of Neil’s voice, faded away. He knew Neil loved him, and would never leave him. He knew he felt the same way. He had never felt any need for a verbal confirmation until now.

“Neil?” Andrew said, sitting up so that he could face Neil fully.

“Yeah?” Neil asked softly.

“I-I love you,” Andrew said, barely a whisper. Neil had never heard Andrew stutter before. Not once. Andrew’s hazel eyes were wide and vulnerable as they looked up at Neil.

Neil stroked Andrew’s hair, cupped Andrew’s cheek in his hand. “I love you. Always.”

Andrew’s entire body relaxed at the words. His hands shook as he lifted them to Neil’s face. Neil had never seen Andrew shake from anything but anger before.

“I had a dream,” Andrew said as he softly stroked his fingertips against Neil’s scars.

“What did you dream of?” Neil asked, knowing Andrew wouldn’t have brought it up if he wasn’t comfortable talking about it openly.

Andrew knew they had an audience. He knew all the foxes were frozen, watching this scene unfold. He didn’t care. His brain was flooded with thoughts of Neil. There wasn’t room to care about anything else.

“You. Always you.”

Neil smiled. Andrew’s sleeping words told Neil what he needed to know, gave him an idea of what Andrew wanted to hear. So Neil said the words he knew deep in his bones were true. The words that Andrew had whispered in sleep. The truth, blinding and clear between them.

“I will never leave you, even in death. I love you, forever,” Neil said, his eyes locked on Andrew’s. Making sure Andrew heard the raw truth in his words.

Andrew wasn’t surprised Neil had known exactly what was in his soul. Neil had always been able to see through every defense Andrew had ever had. The thought now comforted Andrew, somehow.

Andrew no longer wanted an audience. He wanted to have Neil all to himself, skin to skin, soul to soul. Neil saw these thoughts spark in Andrew’s eyes.

“Yes or no?” Neil asked, splaying his arms to Andrew. Andrew just nodded and let Neil wrap him in his arms and lift him from the ground. Neil didn’t spare a glance at any of the foxes as he walked past them and carried Andrew up to their bedroom. Andrew kept his eyes glued on Neil the whole way upstairs.

The foxes all stared at the now empty staircase for a moment. All of them shocked into silence. That level of undiluted, raw emotion was something they were never likely to see again from Neil or Andrew. The intensity of it struck them all stupid.

Aaron snapped out of it first of course. He just groaned, rolled his eyes and said, “They’re gay, woohoo,” and then padded out of the living room and up to bed.

Aaron tried to ignore the feeling of his heart ballooning in his chest. Happiness. Andrew was loved, in a deeper way than Aaron could ever understand. Andrew would never be alone, never be hurt again, not with Neil by his side. The thought settled something deep in Aaron’s soul. He decided he’d have to stop hating Neil now.

Renee coughed softly and this snapped the rest of the foxes out of their silence. Kevin, Matt and Dan all muttered their goodnights and went up to their beds, leaving only Renee, Allison and Nicky in the living room.

“That was...” Nicky said, sounding breathless and uncertain.

“Yeah,” Allison sighed, a hint of longing in her voice.

Renee smiled softly, took Allison’s hand and squeezed. The three of them then quietly made their way to their separate beds.

Neil and Andrew stayed intertwined long into the night. Conveying their love through soft touches and shuddered breaths. When sleep finally took them both, they stayed wrapped in each other and slept dreamlessly all through the night.

[geeks-universe]

& To All a Goodnight.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request:  For requests could you do a dean x reader where they spend Christmas together and it's a lot of fluff?😳😳

Requested by: Anonymous

Holidays were never really celebrated at the bunker.

If you were being honest, most of the time you weren’t even sure what day it was, let alone preparing for festivities regarding some day that was probably tied to some horrible historical event.

But, if you were being more honest, you really did love Christmas.

It wasn’t so much the religious connotations- which had grown considerably more complicated when you considered your relationship with angels- but more so the idea of holiday cheer, and an unexplainable magic in the air. As a kid, you had loved Christmas. You celebrated from the beginning of November, right up until the day itself, baking cookies, watching cheesy holiday movies, and decorating every square inch of the house.

After losing your parents, and the subsequent descent into the life of a hunter, you hadn’t really been able to celebrate. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, though it was considerably a difficult time for the first couple years, but you hadn’t had a chance. You were constantly on the go. The closest thing to a home you had was the warm embrace of Dean Winchester and the backseat of the Impala, which Sam had argued he was too big for. (He was, but you liked sitting shotgun.)

With the bunker though, you had an opportunity to celebrate like you hadn’t in years. 

And you did.

Sam and Dean had left for the week. Well, five days maximum, if Dean were to be trusted, but you knew him well enough to know that meant seven days minimum. You had cracked a couple of ribs on the last hunt, and with Castiel MIA, you were stuck healing the old-fashioned way.

Never one to be cooped up for an excessive amount of time, you had gone all out with the decorations. Every room had an overwhelming amount of Christmas cheer, save Dean and Sam’s room.

And the tree!

Oh my goodness, the tree!

You had gone out and got a fresh tree, straight from a Christmas tree farm. Red and gold adorned the green needles, creating a homey atmosphere among the living room typically used to unwind after rough cases. You decided on a star to put atop the tree, as opposed to an angel. (It was bad enough you had them popping up in real time, you didn’t want them to ruin the Christmas cheer.)

You hadn’t stopped there, either. You bought and wrapped both Sam and Dean enough gifts to fill out the empty base of the tree. Dean had confided in you once that he couldn’t even remember what a normal Christmas was like, so you were determined to give the boys the best one yet.

And, when four whole days had passed of decorating, you moved onto baking. Chocolates, cookies, pies- you name it. You had gone slightly overboard, but the boys still weren’t back yet, and Christmas was slowly creeping closer.

Would they be back in time?

You certainly hoped so. They hadn’t given you an update in nearly a full day, but you had a 48 hour rule- 48 hours before any of you unleashed hell upon whatever case the one who hadn’t contacted was working on.

Though, after putting away all of the goodies, you’d snuggled up on the couch and put on a cheesy, and wholly predictable, Christmas romantic comedy while waiting for your boys. You were worried, and it took three and a half movies before you were able to fall asleep, but eventually, to the gentle lull of Christmas music, your eyes slipped shut on Christmas Eve.

Sam and Dean were practically dragging themselves into the bunker by the time they made it home. It was a long haul back, and they hadn’t even managed to check in with you.

Dean had been adamant about making it back before Christmas. He had been holding onto a special gift for you for months, and maybe it was a little cheesy, but he couldn’t wait to see your face when you opened it.

“Wow.”

Sam had been the first to step back into the bunker, and Dean couldn’t see over his giraffe of a younger brother, so he was left to wonder what “wow” meant. He wasn’t left waiting for long though, because as soon as he got through the door, he saw the decorations all placed precariously throughout the room, making the bunker feel a little more like a home.

“So much for rest,” Dean muttered, already preparing his worried, yet heartfelt speech about why injuries were not to be taken lightly.

“That’s exactly what I need,” Sam hid a yawn behind his hand. “I’m heading to bed, I’ll see you both in the morning.”

Dean waved him off, following the string of multi-colored lights to the living room. You had a habit of waiting on the couch for him when he was gone, like you thought you could stay awake a few extra hours just in case he made it home early. It brought a smile to his face.

As expected, you were stretched out of the couch, clothed in an old, oversized t-shirt of his. His blanket was wrapped snugly around your body, and the corner of your lips were pulled up like you were having a good dream.

Unable to help himself, he slipped his phone from his pocket and snapped a quick photo of you. He had an album in his camera roll, labeled with just a heart, that consisted solely of the photos that made him fall a little more in love with you.

It was created the day after he met you, and there were already several hundred photos in it.

“(Y/N),” Dean called softly, careful rousing you. As a hunter, you were sometimes a little too aggressive if you were suddenly woken up.

“Dean,” you whispered back, your eyes still shut, but the beginnings of consciousness seeping in.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he replied, dropping down onto his knees to get closer to you.

By the time you opened your eyes, he was right there, running his thumb along your cheek.

“How’d the hunt go?” You inquired, leaning into his touch.

His lips quirked up.

“A few bruises, Sammy’s hair got a little messed up, nothing serious.”

You breathed a laugh, reaching up to cradle his head with your hands. He kissed your wrist as you did so.

“Looks like Santa got here early,” Dean commented after a moment, nodding his head in the direction of the tree.

“Guess so,” you stated, failing to keep the smile off your lips. “Hope you’ve been good this year.”

His brows raised, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Darling,” he drawled, “You and I both know I haven’t.”

You giggled at his silly joke, moving to sit up so you could embrace him a little better. He took the sudden vacancy as an opportunity to slip into the spot beside you. His arms wrapped more firmly around your waist, tugging you onto his lap.

“I missed you,” you hummed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Of course you did,” he teased, pressing his lips to your cheek. He stayed there for a moment, letting the warmth of your skin seep into the cold whispers the days without you had brought.

“I’ve got a present for you,” he said suddenly, shifting a bit to pull the gift from his pocket.

“I think you’re supposed to open gifts on Christmas,” you reminded him, listening to the strong beat of his heart against your head.

“I mean, it’s passed midnight,” he argued, holding a small box out in the palm of his hand.

It was made of wood, and had a symbol you didn’t quite understand carved into the smooth mahogany, but you took it with a smile nonetheless.

“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” you stated. You had meant for this Christmas to be all about him and Sam.

“Open it,” he urged, ignoring your objection without hesitation.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, popping the box open with a soft click.

 It was a necklace. The chain and pendant were both a shiny silver, though the pendant was shaped like a compass. You gasped, reaching out to run a finger along the craftsmanship.

“It’s beautiful,” you told him. “Why the compass?”

Even in the dim light provided by the Christmas decorations, you could see the red on his cheeks.

“So you’ll always find your way home to me.”

It was very much an un-Dean thing to say. He had, in recent months, been exceedingly comfortable with you, and had allowed himself to say some of what he had hidden under his gruff, macho exterior.

It was endearing.

He clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“It’s made from the knife you stabbed me with.”

While that sentence would sound totally bonkers from anyone else, and honestly make you question whether you should be in jail, the story wasn’t quite as cut and dry as Dean made it seem.

You and Sam had to perform a ritual to force the creature possessing Dean out of his body. In order to do so, you’d had to get some amount of blood. However, the creature had made it nearly impossible, and in the end you’d sent the blade through his hand.

Cas had been there to heal him up, but Dean hadn’t let you live that one down ever since. It had been used in one too many guilt trips.

“I was-”

“Saving my life, I know, I know,” he interrupted with a laugh.

You lightly pushed against his shoulder.

“You’re a jerk,” you claimed, admiring the gift. It was really pretty, and the details were immaculate.

“But you love me,” he sing-songed.

“I do,” you agreed, leaning up to kiss his jaw. His eyes slipped shut as you did so. “Somehow.”

“Funny,” he retorted dryly. “Now let’s get you to bed, since you obviously didn’t rest while we were gone.”

Yeah, you were definitely expecting some sort of a lecture on your inability to rest, despite being injured. At least he’d let you cuddle some before launching into it.

[howling-harpy]

Sex denial trope due to the lack of privacy in barracks?

Oh, Anon, this is comedy gold! You’ll get “lack of privacy in the army in general”.

Winnix

Nix is pretty sure he’s going to die. Yeah Dick takes things slower than most and he’s too decent to risk sneaking around, and it’s cool, totally cool, Nix respects that and all and it’s cool. But he’s going to die.

The thing is, Nix has pined for a while. He just didn’t believe that Dick would go for him, and when it turned out that he does, they are living very tightly on the road with a whole company of other guys.

Nix is so going to die.

To avoid his miserable fate, Nix tries so hard to get them alone.

There’s a spot in the laundry.

There’s a chance at the latrines after ten PM.

He tries to get Harry to drink himself under the table.

They could even take the jeep and just make a small detour of fifteen minutes of heaven.

Dick won’t budge. He won’t - he’s a man of duty and honour and common sense that keeps him from fooling around just about anywhere when the price of getting caught is so high.

Dick is completely unbothered by the situation.

That’s a lie. No he’s not. He is a redblooded young man after all, and Nix acting so needy and desperate does things to him.

Every time they come even close to alone time, Harry finds them.

They both love Harry but sometimes both want to strangle him.

Their first time happens in a foxhole in Bastogne. Someone most likely overhears but has the good sense to keep it to themselves.

Speirton

There’s the issue of infidelity at play on top of everything else.

At first Lipton thinks it’s a sign from God to keep his fly closed and resist the green-eyed devil tempting him.

His gratitude doesn’t last long. They might all die soon so what does it even matter, and if what he wants with Speirs is a sin it sure feels so much better than anything he’s been put through so what the hell??

Speirs treats the situation like a field problem. He won’t compromise his duty either, but he is on constant lookout for a convenient gap or a nook where to pull off the attack.

Such gap just doesn’t appear. Speirs is almost certain that Lipton’s buddies know his intentions and block them on purpose.

Lipton feels like he imagines a frustrated housewife might; his kids hang onto him constantly demanding attention and care, when he just wants to find a moment of privacy to tussle with the husband for a change.

Just once, okay? Just goddamn once please dear god.

Speirs stares so intently that it’s almost like a physical touch. He looks murderous, but Lipton knows it’s desire.

Sometimes Lipton feels like a deer with a wolf after him and he wants to get caught.

Seriously why there are so many people around?? What kind of a world they live in when they are not alone in the shower or bed?

They get their moment in a bombed out house in Haguenau after months of just staring. They don’t have a bed, not even a couch, not even a carpet, just a chilly hallway with a hardwood floor but goddammit at least they are alive.

BabeRoe

Medics are busy okay?

Also Babe is a part of the thightly knit remains of the second platoon, and there really isn’t much time to go adventuring. He misses Bill too, which has taken a good deal of his spark.

These two are kept apart mostly by grief and misery as well as the lack of privacy.

They catch each other’s eye sometimes, but always in a crowd, always in passing, and they don’t have time.

Babe smiles for Gene just to keep him afloat. He looks so mireable and pale every time he sees him, always running somwhere where he’s called.

Gene smiles back. He likes to think that’s what he can do for Babe, who’s clearly heartbroken and lonely, and it’s something.

They find some comfort in each other, but neither has the energy to really initiate anything more.

Once, after Jackson dies and the night is cold and dark and it’s all for nothing, Babe grabs at Gene and tries to pull him with him into a basement, but Gene takes his hands and gently pries them off his jacket.

“Not yet, Edward,” he denies softly, gives him a kiss on the forehead like a benediction, and Babe lets go.

They don’t get together before Austria, in the sunshine and greenery and joy, and once they do, they never want to part again.

Webgott

Yeah the lack of privacy doesn’t bother them.

They cockblock themselves by getting into arguments, not by being careful or considerate

These two are horny first and everything else, including sensible, second when it comes to each other

Don’t get me wrong, they make an effort. They “sneak” into each other’s bunks. “Hide” in the back of a truck. “Sneak off” to a basement. Things like that, and deep down they know they are doing a bad job, but they convince themselves that they are subtle enough.

They are sort of an open secret, and their buddies do the covering for them, keep them off the MPs’ radar and warn about officers

Their main problem is the lack of space and time. They might be having sex, but it’s pretty bad and frustrating since they have to keep it quiet and quick, and more often that not they hiss and swear at each other while at it.

That’s no concolation to Shifty though. He’s trying to sleep in the bottom bed of the bunkbed that’s rocking back and forth.

[softguks]

can i request a drabble of vampire jimin? something fluffy and cute plz thank u

silver lining

order description. jimin is a vampire. jimin is also your boyfriend. this can be very problematic at times, but sometimes, it comes in handy in more ways than one. alternatively: jimin is a whiny, grumpy, and clingy vampire who can’t deal with the silent treatment after a fight.

customers. park jimin / reader total bill. 800 words course. fluff / comedy, vampire au allergies. none, just whiny jimin

note ! i’m sorry i haven’t posted in awhile,, been super busy and haven’t been doing v well mentally these past few weeks, but i hope you enjoy this smol drabble <3

also !! this was based off of a prompt found on pinterest but i can’t seem to find it :((

“Baby, please.”

Jimin plops onto the couch, body sinking down into the plush material as he lets out another huff. He can’t find it in himself to be angry, not when he brought this upon himself, so he simply sulks as he hugs his knees to his chest, ducking his head down and tucking his chin into his chest. His pretty pink lips are pushed up into a pout, effectively enhancing the squishiness of his cheeks as they puff up during his fit. He rolls his eyes when he’s met with nothing but the light padding of sock-clad feet against kitchen tiles and silence.

You continue stirring the simmering pot of tomato sauce, slowly swathing the wooden spatula in clockwise circles of the creamy sauce as you try and nearly fail to bite back a grin. He looks so adorable like that: perched on the couch with wide eyes staring up at you pleadingly, fingers fidgeting with his shirt as he carefully gauges your reaction. Letting out another hum of content, you turn the stove off, adjusting your peach colored apron and fixing the low ponytail sloping against your neck.

He stares at the silver bracelets that line your arm, shining under the warm kitchen lights. A silver necklace dangles from around your neck, the red jewel embedded in the center among sculpted flowers and thin, curved vines pressed squarely against the supple skin of your throat. He can almost feel the burn of the metal against his skin, the sharp and slightly sour tang that zaps him as he comes in contact with the material. His intense scrutiny causes a flush of pink (you swear it’s the heat of the kitchen though you know better) to creep up your neck and dust across the apples of your cheeks, making you shy away from his narrowed eyes. Jimin lets out another huff, throwing himself back as he glances up at the ceiling with his jaw clenched.

“I’ll buy you food. Take you out. Do the dishes for a month. I’ll do anything, just please stop ignoring me. I won’t do it again, okay? I’ll take care of myself.” He offers, expecting nothing but silence in return.

“Hm alright, fine then.” You tease with a grin elongating the curve of your lips, watching as he immediately perks up. His eyes widen in delight and disbelief, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pumps his fists up in the air in triumph. You almost feel bad that you’re going to rain on his joyous parade.

“Let’s get Italian! Extra garlic in the pasta and garlic bread on the side!” You declare excitedly after a moment, clapping your hands together as you reach for the laminated menu posted on the refrigerator.

Just like that, Jimin immediately deflates like a balloon, falling onto his knees and slumping against the floor as if he were melting into a puddle. His cheek presses against the cold kitchen tiles as he lets out a hopeless whine. It reminds you of a three year old throwing a temper tantrum —not that he’s that far from one— and the thought almost makes you giggle.

Your extremely observant vampire boyfriend narrows his eyes at you, catching onto the slight change of your demeanor with his heightened senses as his heart skips a beat at how cute you are. Despite how grumpy he is, he cannot help but admire how beautiful you look, even on a day as simple and boring as this one. Your hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, baby hairs framing the sides of your pretty face that seems to glow under the mellow lights. An over-sized cotton tee —he’s pretty sure it’s from his closet— floods your figure until the hem ends at your thighs, the slightly see-through material causing his eyes to wander up.

His thoughts are interrupted once you open the fridge, something between a huff and a sigh tumbling from his lips as lets out an incoherent mumble, grumbling on about how he’s “back at square one again.”

“I’ll buy you sushi and drop you 10,000 bells in Animal Crossing.”

“Make it 10,000 and a couple gold nuggets, and that’ll be a bargain.”

Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, watching as you slide off the bracelets and unclasp the necklace, before pouncing on you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His arms slot perfectly against your hips, face pressed into your tummy as he mumbles out an apology.

“Baby, you know I could never say ‘no’ to you.”

“Never? Because there’s that dim-sum table I wanted from your island.” You tease, running a hand through his mop of hair.

He sighs, playfully rolling his eyes as he presses a peck to your forehead in response.

pls reblog and leave feedback if you enjoyed !! + i need validation to survive okay :// thank you sm for reading !!

[fanfictiondreamscape]

Watching Hedgehogs Forming an Army

Title: Watching Hedgehogs Forming an Army

Genre: C O M E D Y. (seriously, that is what it mostly is. I could write something romantic in this, but the title is just-)

Pairing: Izaya/Shizuo/Masaomi/Mikado x reader (all separate)

Notes: Okay, so before you start reading, do note that this whole idea is coming from a random thing I sent out to my friends on Snapchat. (Remind me to proceed with caution if I ever decide to do this again.)

Otherwise, I had been wanting to write something for DRRR for a while, and this gave me the most in depth idea for the specific characters and just- ugH, IDEA GOLD. 

Below the cut! 

Izaya Orihara

the fact that you and him got together was a mystery to the whole of Shinjuku and Ikebukuro. 

seriously, this man is notorious for playing with people’s emotions and desires

so how the hell did he snag someone as nice as you?

no clue, but what they didn’t know is that you played with him

turn the game on its head, y’know? 

that said, you two rarely ever went out on dates that weren’t at more upscale places.

one date? five star restaurant, VIP room. managed to snag free drinks for the both of you while he was at it.

another one? laying low at one of your homes, though there was a plethora of gourmet foods that he had shipped from out of country 

(by some damn magic - you didn’t know, and didn’t care to ask)

otherwise, when things as simple as this happened, things came easy to the both of you

some ice cream for you, a black coffee for him, and the two of you skipping through the park happily.

this particular day, though, you saw something very sus

there was an outrageous amount of hedgehogs gathered.

no reason, no purpose whatsoever, just gathering in a corner of the park.

izaya didn’t notice the meetup until he noticed that you weren’t beside him.

with his eyebrows raised, shocked

he then saw you, slack-jawed, watching a hoard of hedgehogs

the general image just drove him to laugh, but you heard him

and you jumped to stop him. 

“shut up, don’t say a single word.”

“i wasn’t planning on it, but now that you mention it-” 

cue you shoving a hand over his mouth to stop him from doing anything

you both just watched the group

nothing more, nothing less.

there was the odd sip of coffee or spoonful of ice cream, but otherwise? 

just staring. 

“do you think they’re getting ready to fight someone?”

“i don’t know, s/o, are they?”

“no seriously! are they teaming up to go to a fight, or are they doing this to defend their nest or something?”

“again, i don’t know, s/o. but that is a good question.”

...silence...

“maybe they’re trying to climb on top of each other and form a mega-bot or something.”

“i highly doubt that.”

yeah, there wasn’t much else to look at.

your theories were brushed over in favor of watching the group gather closer.

people stopped to stare at you two

they even tossed the idea that you two were oddly placed statues

but they recognized izaya

they knew that no, these are not, in fact, statues, but people standing scarily still

watching something intently.

they just walked off, eventually, but the thought never left.

and yes, you two were still staring when shizuo spotted the sight while looking for someone to pay off their debts. 

and, of course, at the sight of izaya, he flipped his shit and screamed.

that was the cue to leave before you both got crushed. 

luckily, after being with izaya for some time, you got used to the chase and were able to evade the tall blonde

you both made it to your apartment, and had jumped to conclusions

“they were trying to fight someone by forming a gigantic robot-like figure!”

“no, they were forming an army to fight back!”

“or maybe they were doing that to defend their den!”

“or they were gathering together to have an or-”

“don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

the ideas kept getting thrown back and forth

though what you two didn’t know was that they were gathering for a ritual

calling upon their hedgehog gods and completing their personal little summoning 

(it went well, for anyone wondering). 

Shizuo  Heiwajima

you and him?

you’ve gotta be shitting me.

you, an outgoing and happy smol bean (who was actually lacking any instinct to care about someone)

and him, the big angry tol bean that could care less about anyone (though that was a lie)?

yeah, can’t happen

unless...

so, this was a date. 

normally, they stayed in the realm of indoors.

eating dinner together? at his kitchen table.

movie night? on your couch, in your apartment.

seriously, you both rarely had dates outside of the comfort of your homes.

so this date was a blessing in disguise. 

it was nearing noon, 

shizuo had come by your apartment around 11:30 that morning

a cup of coffee in his hand for you, a blush on his face

from there on, you two had spent the day relaxing together (though it was a fairly short time) 

you two were walking past a park around this time

and you were watching the sunlight peek through the trees with wonder

of course, a few people waved to you and you waved back,

but when you spotted something odd, everything just seemed to freeze.

hedgehogs, gathered beside a bush, almost climbing on top of the other 

almost as if to fight for something among each other. 

your gasp is what drew shizuo out of the euphoric state he was in just by watching your eyes light up.

straight outta the gate, he would probably be visibly confused.

and pissed.

but he’d let it slide.

maybe. 

it wasn’t until you exclaimed that there were more that he had an outburst.

“the hell’d you say?”

“there are more going to the bush, shizuo.”

silence, upon silence, upon silence.

until one of the children in the park shout at you to say hi.

you responded of course, but it still annoyed you 

but it annoyed the blonde beside you even more. 

“hey, leave her be!”

“dammit, shizuo - ignore him, have a nice day, you two!”

the child’s mother laughed and brushed it off. 

you pulled shizuo back and went back to watching the hedgehogs.

though he was initially bothered, the sight was interesting to watch.

you two had been theorizing why they were gathering

“maybe they’re watching over one of their children.”

“or, maybe they are trying to build their den there.”

“well, yeah. but they’re climbing on top of each other.”

“good point, babe.” 

(yay pet names! coming from him, that meant a lot!) 

this continued for around fifteen minutes before they up and left.

you two went about the rest of your days nicely, dropping the topic

but it did come up when you were talking to your friend over lunch the next day

and also when shizuo was at work - tom was trying to figure out the reason as well.

otherwise, it was ignored.

the whole story, though:

the hedgehogs were gathering for something private

something that the humans would call a ‘meme’.

a fight club.

and the first rule of fight club?

you don’t talk about fight club.

Masaomi Kida

you and him?

that was expected.

for this long?

that was not expected.

people thought that you two would just call it a fling, and you’d be done

not the case, and you two were ready to wreak havoc all over school grounds if the time called for it.

but otherwise, you two were pretty tame with each other

also very flirty

but that was a different story.

otherwise, dates with him were very much everywhere

if you wanted to get some food, you two would go to russian sushi and then more

a movie? great, let’s hit up the bowling alley afterwards! 

dates like this one were both odd and normal

it was expected that you’d do something following the first part (breakfast and gaming videos with him)

but doing something as simple as walking through a park was almost unheard of unless there was a big event going on

but you weren’t complaining

sometimes you just need some calm, and that is exactly what was going on

until, in a fit of giggles, masaomi had spotted a large group of hedgehogs in a secluded corner of the park

“whoa, look at that, s/o!”

“huh, what do you-”

you saw them.

you also noticed that they were almost expressing something.

whether that was anger, simple frustration, or whateverthehell, you didn’t know

but you noticed it and brought it up.

“kida, they’re moving. what do you think they’re doing?”

“a game plan? something to get food?”

“maybe they’re building something?”

“nope, they’re not holding anything.”

the whole situation, contrary to anything else that would have happened, came and went

after you two stared at the slowly growing crowd for almost fifteen minutes.

you sat down to do it, though! 

(yay to less foot pain!) 

either way, you two had started to toss back outlandish theories.

“trying to form a fight club?” 

(haha funny-)

“or maybe a hedgehog ritual?” 

(haha funny number 2-)

“possibly they could be having an or-” 

(i wanna commit die for the amount of times i’ve pulled this shit istg-)

“kida.”

yeah, things got quiet after that.

you two were still watching the hedgehogs do whatever they and their expressions were doing,

but when you both hit a head and couldn’t conjure up anymore crazy ideas

you just shrugged it off and left the park. 

it didn’t come up again, not even when kida dragged you from your shift at a nearby bookstore after it ended to do something in the city.

anything, really.

the night ended calmly, though.

the hedgehogs, though?

yeah, their night didn’t end that way. 

that crowd of them that you two had seen was a hedgehog acting troupe, and thei performance schedule was outrageous.

the horror play’s lead was covered in a mess of honey, the comedy lead’s day was prolonged due to the original lead being sick, and the romantic lead had tried to avoid snapping the neck of her male co-lead.

yeah, clean-up for them didn’t go well.

Mikado Ryuugamine

you and mikado had been friends for a while

considering that you are kida’s (older) twin, you two got along fairly well

you and him were able to bond over dealing with your brother’s antics.

so the connection you two had grown to develop was easy to be expected.

and, seeing as you were the mature one of the twins, you attracted mikado very quickly.

otherwise, you both found over-the-top dates to be unnecessary.

so you both basked in the time that the both of you spent privately.

study dates were normal. get your work done, get some quick food, all was good.

sometimes you two would lay back and watch your current television obsession together.

so with things as simple and somewhat cliche as that, park dates were normal.

and since you both wanted some fresh air (and a break from your brother), you jumped at the chance to take a walk.

it was late afternoon, you had stopped by russian sushi and were finishing some dollar-drinks you picked up from a convenient store.

you two held hands, deciding to run the rest of the day through somewhat peacefully.

kida was out, though, so you were both on guard.

which also meant that when you two spotted him, you hid

you found a bench that was covered by trees and shadows, and decided to sit down 

mikado was panting, you were still peeping and hoping that the dyed-blonde sibling of yours was gone

and he was, so you relaxed. 

while you were watching, you noticed some movement from the corner of your eye.

it was slightly dull against green, so you found it a little hard to miss.

“hey, mikado, what’s going on in that corner?”

“huh? uh, i don’t- i don’t know.”

you got a closer look, and saw that they were hedgehogs. 

there was two crowds of them, facing each other

your eyes may have been deceiving you, but you could have sworn that one of them was glaring at the frontman of the opposing group 

and that their lackey was gracing an expression of calm

but hedgehogs don’t express emotions like that so you tossed that thought out the metaphorical window.

mikado, though, was trying not to let any of his wild ideas slip.

he had a filter, though, so he didn’t say anything.

you could notice when this happened, though.

“say it, mikado; you’re not good at hiding what you’re thinking around me, y’know.”

“well, what do you think they’re doing?”

silence 

(yet again.)

“i...don’t know, actually.”

the silence hung high, but neither of you were willing to spill any odd theories you had.

some of the time that you were watching was spent theorizing, though.

just internally. 

(seriously, if internal dialogue was going to be mentioned in depth, this portion of the post would be outrageous)

eventually, you just settled for watching them.

any conversation that you two had was about something other than what you were staring at, but that didn’t stop you.

soon enough, it started to get dark and you got a message from kida.

he was struggling with dinner, and since you didn’t want to burn down your living, the you had to hurry.

you had made it clear that you had to leave, took mikado’s empty drink and pitched it on your way back.

mikado left not long after you, eyeing the hedgehogs in confusion 

but leaving nonetheless. 

you brought the event up to kida (without mentioning that it was to hide from him, of course), and he made a huge deal out of it.

mikado brought the topic up to him over the phone as well.

but it was generally just left up in the air.

rarely ever came up between you and anyone else, but it still hung over your heads.

otherwise, the events between the hedgehogs was very new.

in fact, one side of the hedgehogs were squirrels in disguise.

they were having a conversation about how to invade and seize the squirrels’ home, and one of the disguised squirrels had said something to provoke the leader of the hedgehogs.

they were planning an attack on the other, and there would be blood not matter what. 

it was a damn turf war, of course they would want their enemy’s heads on a platter.