a-little-bit-of-life

snapchatting your internet friends is so fun. its cool to see what their school is like, and how the weather is there, and what kind of people they hang out with normally and just. i don’t know. it’s fun to share little bits of your life with someone like that and get the same in return!!

a little bit of harry in my life,,, a little bit of louis by my side,,,, a little bit of niall is all i need,,, a little bit of liam is what i see,,,,,,

Dean is aging every day and Castiel can see it in the fine lines when he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle. Every day there’s another line forming and Castiel can see it. Every single one of them. He sees the first small gray hair that starts at the root of Dean’s hair. He doesn’t think Dean can see it, at first, but after a week Dean begins parting his hair differently. Castiel cannot see the single gray strand anymore, until there is a small bundle of them.

With each waking day, Dean’s hands begin to ache in the places that strains when he holds his gun. He pretends not to care, but Castiel knows. He can read Dean like a book he’s read a million times.

Castiel stays the same. Humanity caught up with his vessel in the short while he had no grace, yet now he seems to have stopped aging once again. He stays young while Dean’s knees ache. Small touches let Castiel ease the pain, and Dean catches on to what he is doing. He says thank you with his eyes, that still sparkle a beautiful sage color. The love Castiel has for Dean never dulls, but only deepens the more Dean let’s him heal.

It seems, eventually Dean wants to skip out on hunts. His bones throb too badly, or he’s catching yet another cold. Sam notices, too, but says nothing. It’s inevitable. Dean is much older than Sam is, and not as nimble anymore. Castiel always stays with Dean. Just in case.

Sometimes Dean will let Castiel sit with him while he watches the latest game on television. Usually Dean will fall asleep by halftime, never able to sleep well at night. His head always ends up on Castiel’s shoulder, beer slipping through his fingers that once held it tightly. Castiel puts the beer on the coffee table, and maneuvers to lean back enough for Dean’s head to rest comfortably on his chest. Castiel has no heartbeat for Dean to listen to, but placing a firm hand on Dean’s shoulder lets him pulse power through Dean’s veins, easing any ache or pain. Dean always sleeps better this way. It seems to give him a little bit more life that way.

Dean does not like it when Castiel heals him of his aches. “They let me know I’m still human, Cas. Just let me ache. That’s why they invented Advil.” Dean will say, giving Castiel a glare. But Dean always comes to Castiel at night, or comes to get him when the Advil won’t help his restless leg syndrome, or ease the throb of his nerves enough to get a few un-solid hours. Castiel is always more than willing to place that firm hand on Dean, watching him sleep peacefully like he deserves after a lifetime of restless nights.

“Let me heal you, Dean.” Castiel demands, watching the man he loves practically decay on the sofa. Dean had insisted on going to a hunt with Sam, and had sprained a few bones. They were not healing, and it had been over a week. “Please.” Castiel begs.

“No, Cas.” Dean repeats over and over. Castiel doesn’t care. Dean isn’t quick enough to dodge Castiel’s hand as if clamps around his ankle. It’s healed within seconds, and Dean is angry at him once more. “Damnit Cas!” Dean jerks his leg away, and glares red hot towards Castiel.

“I don’t understand, Dean!” Castiel barks back at him, “You can go on hunts all you want if you just let me heal you when you come back.”

“That’s not how life is supposed to work, Cas. I go on a hunt and I get hurt, if I die from it then that’s how it needs to be! No more loopholes, Cas. I’m gettin’ old, I know it, you know it, Sam knows it. Shit happens, and nature takes its course. It can’t do that if you keep interrupting it!”

“It sounds as though you want to die,” Castiel says dully, and blunt.

“Maybe I do.” Dean says quietly, hardly shocking Castiel. “I’ve lived a long life, saved a lot of people and then some. I’m alright with it.”

Castiel can’t cry, but if he could then he would be sobbing. He can feel it inside, how sad he is. “Dean, I’m not alright with it. My whole purpose of being is because of you. Every day before you, I simply waited for the day. And every day after, I was living for you and fighting for you. There was never a moment I was doing something that wasn’t for you in some way. If you’re gone, what am I supposed to live for?”

“Live for Sammy, Cas. He needs someone, too, you know.”

“Dean, as soon as you’re gone Sam is going to go back to a normal life. And you know that.”

Dean shakes his head, “I don’t want you to interfere anymore, Cas.”

Castiel nods a final nod, and says nothing the nights he still eases Dean’s pains when Dean calls for him. The days go by quickly, as do the seasons. He is worse in the winter, and soon he hardly moves from his worn spot on the sofa.

Castiel leaves Sam with him a single day, saying they need him briefly in Heaven. Dean smiles at him and says he’s happy Cas is off doing angelic things for once. Castiel smiles back and Sam nods. He knows Castiel’s plan.

Castiel comes back over a day later, and Dean is asleep in his bed. When Castiel enters, Dean stirs and reaches for him. He must be hurting again. Castiel gets down to his briefs and slides in bed with Dean, the single brush of skin easing all of Dean’s pains. He relaxes entirely against Castiel. Dean feels very hot, and clammy.

“Are you sick again?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Yeah,” Dean grunts. “I went out for a drive and got caught in the rain. I think it’s the flu,” Dean grumbles. Castiel brushes a soft hand over his forehead and dulls the fever. “Thanks,” Dean says softly. Castiel is thrown off by the acceptance but says nothing. Dean begins talking. He’s somewhere between sleep, stuck in a limbo. “I am gettin’ scared, every day.” He admits in the quiet air of the bedroom. “Once my light goes out, that’s it. No more chances like I’m used to.”

Castiel interrupts softly. “I could give you another, Dean. We can age together, this next time. If you let me.” There’s a pleading tone in Castiel’s voice that Dean can recognize.

“No, Cas. I need to be a man about this.” Dean grumbles, head rolling to rest on Castiel’s pale chest. “I’m just scared of where I’m going. I always thought death would be easy, that I’d die out on a hunt. It’d be quick, maybe not painless, but I thought it would happen so fast the fear wouldn’t set in. But dying of old age? Slow like this? Every day, man. I can feel it. I’m gettin’ closer. Every time I’m sick it’s like death is just looming, beggin’ me to go to sleep so it can take me. It gives me time to think about it, and the fear gets bad. I hate bein’ scared. I’m scared I’m goin’ to hell, or purgatory again. Or get stuck in the void like Kevin did. I wanna go to Heaven, and be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo.” Castiel faintly realizes Dean is crying silently, tears pooling beneath Dean’s cheek.

“In Heaven,” Castiel begins. “I talked to some of my superiors.” Dean ‘mm-hmms’, quietly. “They would not take my grace, so my age would catch up. But I reserved you a spot, right where you want to be. And I will escort you myself. Not a reaper, or a demon. Me, and I will hide nothing from you. I will hold your hand the whole way.” The love Castiel has for this man is swelling hugely in his vacant chest, and if Castiel could cry he would cry for love.

Dean’s fingers skim past Castiel’s chest to grab his hand. The hold is limp, and weak. Castiel’s worry is at its highest, and he feels the desperate need to go yell for Sam.

Somehow, Sam senses Castiel’s desperation. He barges into the room, eyes wide with worry. Castiel and Sam’s eyes meet and the words don’t need to be spoken.

“Dean?” Sam asks, walking to his brother. Dean let’s out a small moan of acknowledgement, and faintly tells Sam he loves him. The grip on Castiel’s hand is slightly stronger when Dean finds the energy to kiss Castiel’s chest, the words unspoken but there. Castiel wraps fingers through Dean’s damp hair and holds him close.

Sam is crying silent tears and holds back a sob by biting his fist.

Dean goes quietly, in his sleep. Castiel slips from underneath him and makes sure to tuck him in as he goes to console Sam, who has aged as well, but is still young and healthy. Death won’t take him as quickly if he begins to settle down. Castiel makes sure to tell him this.

Castiel explains his plan to Sam over once more. He’s going to lead Dean to Heaven himself. He’s going to be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo. Just like he wanted. Castiel will be there, too, and he will be down whenever Sam prays to him. And if Sam wants, Castiel will walk him through the veil, too.

Castiel’s conversation is interrupted by Dean. A Dean Sam cannot see, but yet the same Dean he knows. Dean has a worried look in his eye, watching Sam cry silent tears. Castiel tells Sam it’s time, and gives him a large hug goodbye. He pleads for Sam to go find a woman, and settle down and have kids. Go back to Stanford. It’s possible. Sam promises he will try, and that he will pray often.

Castiel takes Dean’s hand and vanishes. The veil is shadows and daylight mixing together, like oil and water. Mixing but never becoming one. Dean holds Castiel’s hand tightly, fingers laced. Castiel steps through a very certain strand of daylight. Dean covers his eyes when it becomes too bright.

They’re at Bobby’s. It takes Dean a single moment to blink and look around. Ellen comes from the kitchen, stirring something in a pot.

“Heya, boys. Just in time for supper.”

That night, Castiel holds Dean close. Dean let’s him. After all, they’re stuck in a piece of Heaven where no one dies, aches, or bleeds. Despite Dean’s healthy bones, Castiel still caresses Dean’s body just like before.

alexis-almeraz  asked:

A little bit of Yugeom in my life A little bit of BamBam by my side A little bit of Mark is all I need A little bit of JB is what I see A little bit of Youngjae in the sun A little bit of Jackson all night long A little bit of JINYOUNG HERE I AM

When We Collide (Part 12)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“Y/N, you threw up in her Marc Jacobs bag? That must be the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!” 

“Trust me, it wasn’t as funny as it sounds.” You mumbled with your phone resting between your shoulder and ear, eyes glancing up to look for when the elevator would arrive.

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Sleep sweet starshines! ☁✨💤💙A spell to rest easy at night!

This is a little spell I made a while ago that I revamped because lately, I’ve been having a hard time getting to sleep at night! This spell is meant to help get you to sleep at night, keep away nightmares, and ensure a restful sleep with pleasant dreams! There’s two versions, the terrarium to hang above my bed and the spell bottle to put under my pillow or keep with me while travelling! Both have the exact same ingredients

Ingredients ✨  

🌟 Black salt - protection

🌟 Rosemary - fights off nightmares during sleep, helps with dream recall

🌟 Jasmine - for restful sleep, pleasant dreams,

🌟 Lavender - very relaxing, reduces anxiety, helps fight off insomnia

🌟 Chamomile - relaxing, induces calming sleep

🌟 Blue candle - to charge the spell and to bring peace and calm

Crystals

🌟 Amethyst - promotes relaxation and calm, promotes a good night sleep, helps with dream recall and bringing about vivid dreams

🌟 Tourmilated Quartz - brings together both the properties of tourmaline (preventing nightmares) and clear quartz (dream recall, bringing about vivid dreams) 

🌟 Clear Quartz - to amplify and ground the spell

🌟 Fluorite - protects the mind during sleep, promotes deep sleep

🌟 Rose Quartz - just a few chips for pleasant dreams and added sweetness!

Instructions

🌟 Cleanse, ground, and center yourself and cast your circle! I cleansed myself with moon water I had programmed specifically for cleansing.

🌟 Light the blue candle to help charge all of your ingredients and your spell with peaceful and calm energy.

🌟 Add one layer of each of the herbs, and with each herb, ask them for help! So ask the rosemary for protection during your sleep, for the chamomile to help bring you a calming sleep, and so on for each herb!

🌟 Program and charge your crystals with intent! After I ask my crystals for their help and charge them with the energy I want them to help bring into my life, I kiss them for a little extra boost! it’s a nice way to add some more of your personal energy

🌟 Mix everything together and ground your spell! So visualize your spell already in effect, visualize the calm and peaceful energies surrounding you before bed and helping you get to sleep each night.

And while this spell was created with the intention of making it easier to get to sleep and having peaceful dreams, a lot of the ingredients and crystals in here can help enhance psychic intuition and can enhance any dream messages you may be getting! 

I also find that this particular spell smells really sweet, so I find it relaxing to take a moment to enjoy the scents and let relaxation wash over me!

Hopefully this helps y’all get some good sleep and brings a little bit more calm into your life! Sleep sweet! - 🐸

Word of the Week: Farbenfroh

Are you wearing red pants, a blue shirt and green socks? If so, we’re sure you stand out - and you’re definitely farbenfroh today!

Originally posted by ericaofanderson

The German word farbenfroh means “color happy”. It is an adjective used to describe someone or something with many colors. Someone’s outfit is farbenfroh if they are wearing many different colors - or even just one bright color that catches people’s attention. An apartment can be described as farbenfroh if its decorations are colorful or if the walls are painted in different colors. Even a program of events can be described as farbenfroh if it includes a diverse program (in English, we would call this a “colorful event”).

Originally posted by movies-quotes

Most of the time, farbenfroh is used in a positive context (because after all, who doesn’t like colors?). But if you notice your coworker proudly wearing a bright orange dress that makes her look a little ridiculous, you can simply call her farbenfroh (which is more of a fact and in this context and neither an insult nor a compliment).

Although you can be farbenfroh at any time of the year, it might brighten up a rainy, cloudy or cold day if you add a little bit of Farbe to your life!

The Anything Hat

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The one in which you and Bucky help find each other a new hobby.

Warnings: language, fear of falling/heights, light-hearted cheesy fluff but whatevs man it’s cute

Word Count: 1830

A/N: This story was brought to you by Seb being an adorable panda and this song (great message but explicit lyrics just fyi). Also I’ve never played squash or gone skydiving so shoutout to my Google skills if this is terribly inaccurate.

Originally posted by surphile

It was an unusually calm morning – no missions, no paperwork, no training. Just you, the sunrise, and good company. You set your breakfast on the table and slid onto the seat next to Bucky, smiling at him as he absentmindedly leaned into your side whilst he continued reading his book and eating breakfast.

You sighed and took a sip of your coffee, reveling in the feeling of the steam as it swirled past your face. It was strange, in a way, having everything be so peaceful in the midst of the daily stressors of life. If you were honest you didn’t really know what to do with yourself.

As if by divine intervention, an idea popped into your head.

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I could get use to this

Jughead Jones x Reader

Sitting in Pops diner with my half empty glass of chocolate milkshake, it felt strange being here without everyone. Veronica, was busy arguing with her mom about what she had done with the contract for Andrews construction. Archie, was busy with Valerie or his music and Jughead and Betty were too busy with finding Jason’s killer along with clearing Polly’s name.  


My parents had been arguing a lot more over the last couple of months and this morning my dad just packed up and left, no “goodbye” or “I’ll be in touch soon” he just left without even giving me a second thought. I wasn’t sure if my mom was happy with my dad just leaving us like that or if she was upset, heartbroken or anything she just carried on cleaning and doing laundry. It felt empty being in that house with all the memories I have of growing up with amazing parents, who love each other and now I’m almost 17 and they split up or separate whatever they want to call it, soon to be possibly divorced and neither of them even blink an eye at me.

 
Pops placing a basket of fries on my table snapped me out of my train of thought, giving him a smile for his kindness. It wasn’t unusual for Pops to give away fries or onion rings even the occasional burger but it was out of politeness to show some sort of thanks at his generosity. Turning my attention back to the empty seat across from me, I felt like I was cut off from everyone, maybe it was just paranoia or maybe my friends are just caught up in their own problems.  
Leaving Pops I aimlessly walked around town no specific destination in mind, just the thought of going home to silence doesn’t seem too appealing, I guess having them shouting at each other wasn’t as bad. Walking past Andrews construction all the lights were out making me wonder if Fred was having a boys night with Archie or taking Mrs Lodge out for dinner. It had began to rain at some point along my travels, starting off light and had gradually came pouring down. I was soaked but I felt to emotionally numb to care. The ding of my phone brought me back from my thoughts once again.  

From: Archie
Come to the station, its about Jughead


Making my way to the station not evening questioning Archie why Jughead was even there to begin with, all I knew is one of our friends was in possible trouble and I needed to be there. I didn’t realise how close I was until I had arrived not much longer than 10 minutes after Archies text. Walking in Archie was the first to see me, embracing me in a hug, holding on those few seconds longer. “You okay?” He whispered in my ear, obviously noticing my prolonged hug. “Later” I mumbled, pulling away to see Betty coming out of the interrogation room with Jughead.  "Thanks for coming" Jughead mumbled slowly moving his way towards me, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck in a hug. “Anything for you” I whispered in his ear, his arms squeezing even more securely round my waist.  


Leaving the station we were surprised with Jugheads dads appearance, Forsythe Pendleton Jones II . “Jughead" Mr Jones called. “Forgot to plug my phone in last night” He explained. “What the hell happened?” FP, spoke his body language still rigid. “Nothing. It’s fine now. Mr Andrews took care of it” Jughead told his dad, leaving myself very confused. Why would Fred need to fix this for Jug? “What jacked up crap did they accuse you of in there?” FP, asked. “Those bastards trying to throw you in jail like your old man? Well screw that, I’ll rip Keller, a new one!” He shouted, making his way towards the station. Jughead, grabbing his shirt to stop him. “Dad, don’t. Please?” He mumbled, pleading with his dad.


“Maybe you should go home?” Fred, spoke to FP, trying to help his long time friend. “He is my son” FP, called out, pushing at Freds chest. “MY son. You would do the same for your boy” Stepping back realising maybe being here wasn’t good for him. “You coming home with me?“ He turned to his son, seeing the hesitation on Jugheads face I knew he wanted to go with his dad but also wanted to stay with the Andrews. “Yeah dad” Jug muttered, quickly squeezing my hand as he walked away.  


“We’ve told Jughead he can stay with us Mr Jones” Archie spoke up. “Is that what you want?” Mr Jones, asked Jughead, staring at his son, hands on his shoulders. “Maybe its for the best” We all heard him tell Jughead. “Son listen to me, I’m going to do what you want” He told Jug, looking him straight in the eye. “Get my act together, I’m going to get your mom and Jellybean home so we can all be under the same roof” He promised. “I just need a little time to do that, a month, two at the most and then we’ll get everything back on track” Why was he pushing Jughead into staying with Mr Andrews? Sharing a hug between the two of them, both parting ways, Jughead made his way home with Archie and his dad, Betty and I going with them.

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“Can I have a word with Y/N?” Jughead, spoke to Archie, Betty and Mr Andrews as we stood outside the Andrews house no one knowing what to say. “Just come in whenever you’re ready, Jughead” Mr Andrews told him, lightly squeezing his shoulder before the three of them descended inside.

 
“What’s wrong Jug?” I asked, almost too scared to hear his answer. Taking my hand in his as he walked us around to the backyard.

 
“I feel like I owe you this explanation because you stick by me with everything and sharing a little bit of my life with you doesn’t sound so bad” He explained, squeezing my hand for security.  


“My dad worked for Mr Andrews but he had to let him go and ever since then my dads life hasn’t been the same” I remember Jughead mentioning that once they planned to shut the drive-in down.

“He started drinking, a lot. I guess after all his drinking my mom had finally had enough and took my sister Jellybean to my grandparents. They’re both doing really well out there but after they left I couldn’t handle knowing my dad was either going to be drunk by the time I went home or was going to end up coming home drunk” My heart aching knowing that Jugheads kept this to himself for so long.

“So I started living at the drive-in until they shut it down and since they done that I’ve been living at the school which Archie found out about this morning and Freds offered to take me in” I could feel the tears at the back of my eyes but I knew if Jughead seen at least one tear he would regret opening up to me.  


Stopping in my tracks, I pulled Jugheads arm to stop him from walking any further, making him turn towards me. “How can..” I was speechless. “How can you be there for others but let yourself suffer alone?” I asked, Jugheads always there listening to everyone else’s problems but never complains about his own.

“Complaining doesn’t do anything but I’m thankful that I have you and Archie who hasn’t judged me” A small trace of a smile gracing his plump lips. “I would never judge you” Pulling on his hand, bringing him closer towards me. “I care for you Jughead” I almost whispered, looking up at his beautiful face, his blue-green eyes having a slight sparkle in them.

“I care about you too” Mumbling, his eyes flickering between mine and my lips. Standing on my toes slightly, my free hand that wasn’t holding Jugheads, caressing his cheek, running the pad of my thumb across his top lip, his eyes closing ever so slightly at the contact. “There’s no going back after this” I breathed, our lips brushing against each others. “That’s not always a bad thing” The words almost catching in his throat, gently pressing our lips together, both his hands now on my face, one of mine still caressing his cheek, my other firmly grasping onto his famous light blue denim jacket.  


I could get use to this” Jughead grinned pulling apart, pressing his lips back on mine in a more passionate filled kiss.

Stylist Noona || M

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Summary: You were assigned to be a stylist for BTS, a group you didn’t care too much about. Knowing the job would be stressful, you bravely walked into those doors. Little did you know, you’d be breaking some rules. Why is this Jungkook so handsome? And why is he knocking on your window that’s on the second floor!?

A/N: I originally posted this on my instagram account @ dreamingofopppa, and I wanted to share it with y’all thirsty tumblr hoes  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of a door. You whispered encouraging words to yourself. You-a 21 year old woman who was confident and determined, was having a breakdown. What if you really couldn’t do it after all? Maybe you should just throw all those years of cosmetology down the drain and become a stripper?

“Snap out of it (Y/n)… it’s just a bunch of boys… you can do this.” You sighed and walked in the room. What you saw was a decent sized room, filled with clothe racks and chairs. There was a large counter and mirror space with tons of makeup.

“Oh! She’s here!” A very familiar feminine voice spoke loudly as she ran to you. A stylist with many years of experience hugged you tightly. “This is her! (Y/n), we’re happy to have you on the team!” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

You could help but laugh a bit. “Oh Chae it’s not that big of a deal…” you smiled at her. You knew her from cosmetic school. She was your teacher, and somehow years later she became your uncles wife.

“Are you crazy? Of course it’s a big deal!” She lead you towards the mirrors, and stopped you in front of a group of boys. THE group of boys to clarify. These are the boys you will be working with for the next long while. That is, if you don’t mess it all up and get fired because of your clumsy habits.

“Oh-geez…” you felt a little shy, and you looked at your feet. You hesitantly looked at the boys, smiling the sweetest smile you could manage. You could feel yourself turning red. You weren’t used to so much attention at once. All eyes were on you and you didn’t exactly feel comfortable.

One by one the boys introduced themselves. You knew who they were, but you weren’t super crazy about them. But in all honesty, they were all drop dead gorgeous. And in the least creepy way, you could wait to touch their faces.

Next came the introductions of the crew members. They all seemed like fairly decent people, and your biggest fear faded away-disapproval. You were so afraid of being an outcast reject.

“(Y/n), if you have any questions ask any of us ok?” Chae ruffled your beautiful hair, making you giggled and slap her hand away.

“Chae..!” You ran your fingers through your hair to fix it quickly.

“Ok everyone! We have a photo shoot in 2 hours, let’s get this party started!” Chae yelled out to encourage the other crew members. And the boys, well they were either sleeping, staring at you, or playing a game on their phone.

You tried not to let the staring bother you. You knew after a day or two of seeing you, you’d just become another one of their stylists. Nothing new, nothing special.

“(Y/n)? Why don’t you start with Jungkook.” Chae pointed to the maknae who was staring at you with big eyes and parted lips. Once you looked at him, he quickly looked away and tapped his foot on the ground, whistling which made it more awkward and suspicious.

You hesitantly walked towards the boy who was not much younger than you and stood in front of him. You smiled at him and held your hand out to him. “You don’t mind if I start with you, do you?” You held your other arm behind your back. You were super nervous but you were good about hiding it.

He looked at you like a lost puppy. An adorable one, at that. He shook his head and set his phone on the counter. “No, I don’t mind.” His voice was smooth, and very appealing to your ears. He grabbed your hand and hesitantly shook it. You made it firm, surprising him; but he was impressed nontheless. You turned your back towards him, setting your stuff on the counter.

Once you turned back towards him, he was looking up at the ceiling, and his cheeks were pink. You took in a deep breath and tried to figure out a position that wouldn’t be awkward for either of you. You stood by his side and gently put a hand on his warm cheek.

“Close your eyes for me.” You spoke gently. His eyes fell shut, and you worked your magic. You tried not to get too close so he wouldn’t hear your heart beat. You were surrounded by cute boys AND it was your first day on your dream job, it’s kind of a big deal.

You moved from his foundation, to his eyeliner, to his lips. It was nerve wrecking to you though. It was like you were about to touch a sacred place. You hesitantly dotted the lip tint wand over his bottom lip, and you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack. Your heart jumped when you blended it into his lip with your finger.

Finally your torturous work was over, and you made him sit up to look at himself in the mirror. “Did… I do ok?” You were nervous to ask. He looked at himself in the mirror then looked at you.

“It looks perfect, thank you Noona.” He said with a smile. You could tell he was just as awkward as you, which made you feel a little better. You sighed in relief and nervously laughed.

“Oh good. Ah, but, just call me (Y/n). Noona makes me feel old.” You said with a soft laugh. “Now stay sitting up, I’m gonna do your hair.” You ran your fingers through his hair that was amazingly soft. Halfway through his hairdo, you noticed he was playing a game on his phone. Piano tiles 2. It was one of your favorites. To make it less awkward between you two, you scoffed loud enough for him to hear you. “I can beat that score easily.” You said with a cute smile on your face.

He looked at you through the mirror and puckered his lips as he thought. “I’m just… warming up my thumbs. That’s all.” He cleared his throat before starting a new round. You scrunched your nose and giggled softly, continuing on his hair.

He stood up when you finished, and his height surprised you. He was tall. Not too much taller than you, but taller than you expected. You looked up to him and smiled. “Do you want me to change anything?” You asked while examining his facial expressions for the truth.

“No. You did a good job.” He smiled and held a hand up to you. You smiled back big and high-fived him.

“Good luck Jungkookie.” You said while waving to him as he walked out. This job might be more fun than you expected.

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“(Y/n)? Would you mind taking these to the storage room?” Chae stacked clothes in your arms.

“Sure no problem-oh…” you struggled as she continued to stack heavy clothing items. You’ve been working here for a week, and the most you’ve done is run errands and bring things back and forth between rooms.

“Thanks sweetie!” Chae yelled as she watched you walk out. You struggled to see past the massive pile of clothing. Sleeves from sweaters dangled down and nearly tripped you. You were getting irritated and huffy during the long journey to the storage room.

You couldn’t see what was in front of you, and ran into a couple walls, as well as a couple people that you felt apologetic toward. “Where…” you looked to your side, and boom! Crashed into another wall! You fell back onto your butt and gripped onto the clothes tighter.You closed your eyes tightly and held your breath in hope to lessen the pain in your bum. “Owwyyy…” you whined softly. 

You were planning on sitting there for a little bit to process your life choices, but strong arms hooked under your arms and lifted you up. You squeaked softly in surprise and let the clothes drop to the floor.Standing on your feet once more, you tilted your head back to see who it was that was kind enough to help you. It was the cute Maknae whom you’ve grown quite fond of.

“O-oh, Jungkookie.” You turned around to face him quickly, but that awful luck of yours did you no justice. You stepped on a jacket sleeve and slipped. “Woah~!” You closed your eyes tightly once more, but when you fell it was gentle. You opened your eyes to see a very brave Jungkook hugging your body. He took the harsh end of the landing.

When you processed what had happened, you quickly sat up with a gasp of realization. You reached towards Jungkook and helped him sit up. He made a groaning sound, indicating he was in pain.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook I’m so sorry are you ok?” You asked in a worried tone. He hissed when you grabbed his shoulder, and you immediately jerked your hand back. “Oh no…” you felt so guilty.

“I’m ok.” He said with a gentle smile. The look in his eyes though, said otherwise. You shook your head no and sighed.

“Gosh I’m such a clumsy idiot.” You said with a heavy sigh and hit yourself in the head gently. You stood up and gently helped him stand. “Come on,” you grabbed the hand on his opposite arm and dragged him towards the dressing room.

“What about the clothes?” Jungkook asked while gently squeezing your hand.

“Those can wait. Your health is more important.” You said in a panicked tone. If you injured him it could ruin his career, and it would DEFINITELY ruin yours!

You opened the door to the dressing room, and everyone was gone. It was everyone’s lunch break, but you didn’t mind missing out. You sat Jungkook in the chair and sighed softly.

“Stay here.” You turned to your navy blue duffel bag and dug through it. It was a never ending mess of things, and it irritated you how you could never find stuff. “Ah here.” You pulled a a little slip out of a packet.

“What is that?” Jungkook asked curiously as he watched you closely.

“They’re patches that will help you stop hurting. Smell.” You stuck it by his nose and he hesitantly smelled it while staring in your eyes. “Smells good right?” You smiled and peeled off the paper from the sticky part. “Take… uh…” you blushed softly. “Take your jacket off.” You chewed on your lip nervously.When he started to take his jacket off, you closed your innocent eyes tightly, making him inaudibly chuckle. 

“I’m done.” He said as a cue for you to open your eyes. You hesitantly opened one eye, then opened the other when you confirmed it was safe.You reached towards his shoulder and slowly slid his sleeve down, the smirk on his face making your blush intensify. 

“Oh…” your heart dropped when you saw a large bruise forming on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry Jungkookie…” you gently put the patch over his bruise and looked in his eyes. He tried to act all tough and mighty but you could see he was in pain.You sat down in a chair next to him and fixed his sleeve. He watched your hands carefully, then examined your face. 

“Noona, don’t look so sad.” You tapped his knee quickly and huffed.

“Don’t call me that!” You puffed your cheeks up, giving attitude to show your hatred towards that title. He laughed softly and shook his head.

“You’re right, you kinda act like a kid. You sure you’re older than me?” He teased you, finding the joy in watching you squirm and blush. You playfully slapped his arm, then realized it was a bad decision when he hissed in pain.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You stood up and bowed to him, your heart racing from the amount of panic you’ve been facing. He just chuckled at you again.

“I’m a tough guy. It’ll be fine.” He said in a reassuring, gentle tone. He started to bring his hand up, but he hesitated. Then suddenly, his hand landed on top of your head, and he moved it back and forth to ruffle your hair.

“Ah-Jungkook!” You stood up and fixed your hair with a pouty face. He laughed at you, putting a hand on his stomach and tipping his head back. It was kind of relieving to watch him laugh in front of you. One, it was the cutest thing on this planet; and two, it meant he was more comfortable around you. Maybe all the embarrassing yourself for him and making jokes was paying off.

“(Y/n).” He corrected himself and looked in your eyes, keeping a killer smile on his face. “Thank you.” He said sincerely, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’re… you’re welcome.” You smiled sweetly and looked down at your toes as you fidgeted a little. You’re being pulled in by this handsome boy, whom you aren’t allowed to have a relationship with. Life. Is. Great.

——–

After a month on the job, you were comfortable. You felt like you really fit in with everyone. The boys treated you like family, and the crew members were so nice towards you. But there was one problem. What was it? The maknae was slowly drifting away from you. A week ago he was really reluctant about you doing his makeup. He wouldn’t let you look at him up close!

Yesterday he went to the bathroom and waited to come back when you were busy doing Yoongi’s makeup. He had someone else do his makeup, and he didn’t seem to be awkward about it at all. You tried not to let it bother you. It’s just work… it’s just work…

Today, you got there early. You set up your station before everyone else and decided to sleep a little on a chair. You were woken up but a makeup brush tickling your face. You twitched your nose and whined as you opened your eyes. “Chae…” you grumbled and sat up straight.

“Rise and shine, the boys will be here any second!” She laughed and ruffled your hair-a daily routine for her. You huffed and fixed your hair before standing up. You stood there and watched as the boys come in. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin, Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon… Jungkook?? You looked around the room once, then back at the door.

“Where… where is Jungkook?” You asked yourself and chewed on your lip. You waited a few minutes, hoping for him to walk through that door. But of course, no Jungkook was to be seen. You worked on Yoongi’s makeup and hair, and then things got chaotic. “Ah! Namjoon don’t touch that! That’s expensive!” You quickly grabbed a makeup palette from his hand and sighed in relief. Over time you came to realize he was truly a destruction monster. But, he was very funny and a great conversationist. Not to mention, he was very handsome. “Taehyungie! That’s hot be careful!”

You grabbed a straightening iron from Taehyung’s hand so he wouldn’t burn himself. And unfortunately for you, you gave up your beautiful skin for his. You grabbed the hot end and set it down, trying not to make a scene. You hissed softly and looked at your poor hand, knowing there’d be a definite scar.

“(Y/n)! Are you ok?” Taehyung was worried, being the only one to witness it.

“Yeah, I’m ok Tae.” You closed your fist so he couldn’t see the burn.

“10 minutes! Get your butts out there boys!” Chae yelled, and immediately they ran out. Taehyung bowed to apologize to you before quickly leaving. You sighed heavily and looked at your hand. “(Y/n)? Where’s Jungkook?” Chae asked you. You shrugged in response.

“I’ll wait in here in case he comes.” You said, hiding your hand behind your back.

“Alright… if he shows up call me.” She held up a threatening flip flop before walking out. You sighed softly and looked through your bag, pulling out a wrap and ointment. You carried it around since you often burned yourself. But this burn was a little worse than usual.You finished wrapping your hand and sat there, staring at the floor. You tapped your feet impatiently, and when you heard the door you stood up quickly. 

“Jungkook!” You sighed softly out of relief and irritation. “Where have you been?!” You scolded him as he walked towards his usual chair. He sat down and hesitantly spoke.

“Can… can Jihyun do my makeup..?” He asked quietly while looking at the floor. It hurt your feelings honestly, but you didn’t care at the moment.

“There’s no time! I’ll be quick. I promise.” You grabbed your foundation brush and stood in front of him, eyebrows furrowed. “Look I’m sorry you don’t like me for whatever reason but there’s no time.” You spat out what was on your mind and reached towards his face. He looked down and covered the side of his face with his hand.

You were shocked at his action. You were kind of getting pissed off. You grabbed his hand and moved it. He sighed in irritation and looked to the side, showing off his imperfect skin. Your eyes softened when you realized he wasn’t hiding from you because he hated you. His eyes showed fear and embarrassment.

“Jungkookie… are you embarrassed about your acne?” You asked with a soft expression. He just shrugged a bit and turn his head down again. You sighed softly and lifted his head, smiling. “It’s totally normal… and personally, I think it’s attractive.” You said flat out. Maybe you were a little too blunt, but it had to be said. He couldn’t just go around thinking it was an ugly thing that should be hidden.“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” You asked and look at him with sad eyes. 

Jungkook just chuckled softly in response and looked in your eyes. Your heart stopped, and your cheeks turned red. You stuttered a bit and dropped your makeup brush.

“Oh gosh.” You got on your knees in front of him to pick it up. Before you could pick it up, Jungkook grabbed your hand, making you hiss in pain. “Owowow…” you bit your lip and watched him.

“What happened?” He examined your wrapped hand. You pursed your lip and looked down, embarrassed.

“I saved your dumb friend from burning himself.” You said grumpily. You had nothing against Taehyung. In fact, you adored him. But the way you said it made it sound less dumb on your side, and more dumb on his side; therefore, less embarrassment for you.

Jungkook sighed softly and kissed your palm suddenly, making you tense up. You fell on your butt, your face red with shock and embarrassment.

“Jungkook..!” You held your hand to your chest. He just chuckled at your reaction and grabbed your arms. He pulled you up on your feet, then grabbed the back of your thigh. He pulled your leg forward, forcing you to sit on his lap.

You thought your heart was going to explode. You didn’t know how to react. You kinda just, had to let it happen. Jungkook kept his strong grip on your thigh and used his other hand to grab your jaw. You placed your hands on his shoulders, mentally unprepared for whatever he had planned. He looked in your eyes, and you admired how handsome he was.

“There’s a rule… no dating between the idol and the stylists…” Jungkook said quietly as he traced his finger along your jawline, and down your neck slowly and gently. “But I think… that rule is complete bullshit.” He said flat out, kissing you right after.

You couldn’t help it. You kissed back and regretfully, you enjoyed it. You knew you were falling for him from the start but you also knew it was unacceptable. You pulled away and tried standing.

“Jungkook we can’t do this.” Your breath was shaky. Jungkook tightened his grip and looked at you with a serious expression. Fuck he was so handsome. You shyly looked down and played with the hem of his shirt. You whined and rested your head in his shoulder. “I hate this stupid rule.” You said in a whiny tone. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s break some rules.” He said in a quiet voice. You thought about what he said. It was dangerous-very risky. You sighed and sat up again.

“Promise me you won’t ignore me again. You can’t hide from me.” You gripped at his shirt. He smiled and nodded.

“Deal.” He chuckled softly and looked in your eyes.

“Then… then I guess I’ll allow it…” you shrugged and puffed your bottom lip out, avoiding eye contact. You gasped softly. “Oh my gosh, I have to get you ready.” You stood quickly and got all your makeup sorted out. Jungkook watched you while biting his lip to try and stop himself from smiling.

“(Y/n)… can I call you baby?” He asked, suddenly making you choke. You looked at him, opening your thing of foundation.“Wha..? I… uhm…” you looked down and concentrated on makeup. You stepped towards him and he closed his eyes, letting you put makeup on him. “You can if you make sure you don’t let it slip around the others.” You answered him with a growing smile.

“Ok baby…” he replied with the cutest bunny smile. You felt all flustered and giggly. You worked on his makeup and tickled his nose with the makeup brush a couple times, just to hear him laugh.

“Oh my gosh you’re so late. Hurry and go out there.” You finished up with his hair. “I’ll make up an excuse for you. So hurry.” You started think if stories to come up with.

“Kiss.” He stood up and faced you.

“Huh?” You looked at him with big eyes.

“I want a good luck kiss.” He said nonchalantly. He leaned down to your height and closed his eyes, puckering his lips. You looked at his lips, then his eyes, and back to his lips. You quickly pecked his lips, not entirely used to the romantic atmosphere. He smirked and pinched your cheek gently. “Amateur,” he teased before kissing you again, longer and deeper this time. He pulled away and ran out to their meet-up place.

Immediately he was scolded, but you, being the hero that you were, came out with a story to protect him. “He got sick and he was throwing up. He already doesn’t feel that great, so please don’t lecture him.” You lied flawlessly, making the director sigh in defeat.

“Let’s go boys…” he grumbled and walked ahead of them to the door. Jungkook winked at you with a gentle smile and mouthed the words, ‘thank you.’ You just nodded and smiled in response, and waved bye to him.You stood there and replayed the recent events in your mind over and over again. Each time, you felt more lightheaded and giggly. You couldn’t believe the guy who snatched you from the start was actually yours now.

——–

Laughter erupted from your throat for the millionth time tonight. When you started working with Bangtan, you slowly began to watch their older videos and stuff to learn more about them and what they do. And tonight you were watching their Gayo episodes. Jungkook was just so cute and funny, you couldn’t help but squeal.

Eventually you started to get bored. You wanted to actually see him in person. You got needy. You wanted his attention; his love, his touch, and his sweet kisses.

You laid on your bed on your stomach and picked up your phone. “Jungkookie…” you groaned softly and set your phone down when you saw you didn’t have any messages from him. You’ve been together for 2 months now, and there have been times where you were nearly discovered. You knew there were suspicions so you really tried to keep it on the down low.

A few seconds of overthinking go by, and you hear tapping on your window. Odd, considering this is the second floor… you walked to the window and opened your curtains, expecting maybe just a stupid bug or a tree branch scraping against your window. You gasped when you saw Jungkook standing on your balcony.

“Jungkook..!? What are you..?” You quickly opened the window. “Are you crazy?! It’s pouring out there!” You pulled him inside and wiped water off his face with your hands. “You’ll catch a cold.” You were genuinely worried. He chuckled softly and grabbed your waist, pulling you into a kiss. You were surprised by his action-this whole event nonetheless-and pulled away. “Jungkook..!” You covered your mouth.

“Shhh you nag too much…” he cupped your cheeks gently. His soft eyes grew wider as he stared at you. “I’ve never seen you without makeup before…” he said in a way that made you self conscious. “You’re beautiful…” he added, and gently swept his thumbs over your cheeks. He chuckled softly, “and you have freckles…” he smiled a cute bunny smile, making you feel embarrassed. You brought your hands over your face, but they were immediately moved. “Remember what you said to me?” He smiled. “I think it’s attractive.” He mocked you and scrunched his nose as he smiled.You laughed softly and playfully slapped his chest. 

“Shut up you…” you grabbed his hands and brought him over to your desk chair. “Stay there.” You walked to your bathroom, searching for a clean towel. You came back with a hot pink towel and giggled. “Sorry, pink is all I got.” You stood in front of him and threw the towel over his head. Immediately you started rubbing it over his head to soak up water from his hair.

He started to laugh as you dried his hair off, closing his eyes. He relaxed and let you nag him, listening closely to the things you were saying.“If you get sick I’ll have to make an excuse for you. I’ll have to make time to sneak in a visit to take care of you, and by doing that I’m risking a lot.” You lectured and got on your knees in front of him. 

“That means I’d have to feed you, give you medicine, watch you while you sleep…” you sighed and glared at him.

“That sounds pretty nice, actually.” He snickered. You stuck your tongue out at him and used the towel to dry his face.

“Did you bring extra clothes in there?” You pointed to his bag.

“Yeah… but I won’t be needing them.” He said as he grabbed the towel and threw it across the room.

“Huh?” You were startled and a little flustered. He was giving you the sexiest stare, and you wanted to pounce. You bit your lip and stood up. “Uhm, I’ll go make you some tea,” you turned around, but your wrist was grabbed, and you were-against your will-turned back towards the boy that was subtly turning you on.

“I told the guys that I was going to an old friend’s house and spending the night.” He put a hand on your blushing cheek and put his other hand on your butt without permission.

“Spending the-?! Jungkook if they find out we’re screwed.” You were worried about how they’d punish him, and about how you’d lose your job without a second thought. How would you see Jungkook then?!

“I know… but I want to make you feel good.” He said, making your heart jump. “I don’t want our relationship to seem… fake and boring. I want it to be fun and exciting. I want you to feel loved.” He sounded so perfect as he spoke. It made the soft spot in your heart take over your brain. He backed you up to your bed and pinned you to it with your arms above your head. You gasped and looked up at him with big eyes.

You looked back and forth between his eyes, searching for the truth. And surely enough, you only found sincerity. You slipped your hands out from under his and wrapped your arms around his neck. You smiled and pulled him closer. 

“You’re right Jungkook…” you kissed him lovingly.He chuckled against your lips and slowly kissed back. He tensed up when he felt your hand undoing his belt. He’s never been in this type of situation, even though he had a cocky attitude towards it.

You took his belt and tossed it to the side, never breaking the kiss. He moved his hand towards your thigh, squeezing the thicker part of it. You moaned quietly against his lips, and it was an instant confidence booster. He hooked his finger in the waistband on your shorts, slowly pulling them down as he started to trail his kisses down your neck.

You lifted your hips a bit to help him, and kicked them off. You didn’t care where your clothes went you just cared that they were off. You tugged on his shirt and breathily said, “take it off.” He smirked against your skin and sat up. He looked in your eyes, taking his shirt off and showing off his glorious muscles.

“Holy…” you felt your cheeks flush. You reached and touched his abs. You looked down at your own tummy and pinched the little bit of chub, feeling self conscious now. Jungkook chuckled and grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers before pinning them to the bed again.

“Like what you see?” He asked with an unbelievably sexy, sinful smirk on his gorgeous face. You were in such a trance, you could only nod in response. He chuckled once again and moved his hands from yours, down to your butt. He squeezed, earning a very rewarding moan from you.

Jungkook groaned and pursed his lips, leaning his head back and breathing in deeply. He felt his pants getting tighter, and he moved his hands to unbutton his pants. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth, adding to the hot atmosphere. You felt like you were melting under him.

You thought your heart was gonna beat out of your chest, you’ve never felt so alive before. You sat up and looked in his eyes as you unzipped his pants for him. He breathed out shakily and ran a hand through your hair. You pulled down his pants, and pushed him so he was on his back on the bed. You sat on his lap and he propped himself up on his elbows.

You stared him dead in the eyes as you started to unbutton your silky blouse. His lips parted and his eyes followed your hands. With each button gone he could feel himself growing harder.

The black laced thong and matching bra caught him in a trance. “You’re fucking breathtaking.” He said breathily. He sat up and slid your shirt off your shoulders, throwing it across the room. His hands made their way behind you and unclipped your bra. He carelessly tossed it behind him and cupped his hands around your boobs.

You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, grinding your hips against his once and earning the sexiest moan in existence. You suddenly felt a rough hand grabbing your hip, and another hand trailing down your stomach and into your panties. You gasped softly against his lips when you felt his finger press against your clit.

“Wet for me already baby..?” He teasingly whispered against your lips while rubbing your clit in slow circles. You breathed out and bit your lip, resting your forehead against his. You gripped his hair with one hand and used the other hand to pleasure him. You cupped his bulge and palmed him gently, through his boxers. “(Y-Y/n)…” his breath hitched. He was surprised by your action but fuck did he enjoy it.

“Jungkook oh God…” you moaned out and tugged on his hair. He growled and flipped you over so he was on top once again. He pulled your thong off and tossed it behind him. You hooked your big toes in the waist band on his boxers, gripping onto his biceps as you pulled them down.

He was staring hungrily into your eyes, and it gave you a tingly feeling. When his body moved forward you quickly tightened your grip on his arm, mentally panicking. He dipped down to kiss you again, and the magical kiss took your mind off your fear. You slowly but surely move your hands up his arms then wrap them around his neck.

His hands started at your knees and trailed down, teasingly tapping his fingers to mess with you. Suddenly he pushed your legs into an M shape, squeezing the thick of your thigh. You let a moan slip, being turned on further by his mysterious movements.

Your breath hitched when you felt a length filling you. You gently bit his bottom lip and tugged with your teeth, trying to distract yourself from the pain.

“J-Jungkook.” You strained a moan and hit his chest gently. “You’re too big.” You breathed heavily and covered your face. His hands grabbed your and pinned them to your side.

“Don’t cover your beautiful face.” He whispered sexily and kissed along your jawline. “Baby I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He moved his hands to your hips and rubbed slow circles. You instantly brought your hands up to his cheeks, slowly running your nails along his jawline and neck-something that made him totally weak.

He groaned hotly and kissed you again deeply, nudging his hips forward to test drive you. You let out a moan that drove him crazy, and his hips started to move at a slow pace.

You rolled your hips against his, urging him to go faster. It was a euphoric and dangerous feeling, and it was intensely addictive. You craved him, you craved more, and you let yourself express that. You rested your nails against his side and slowly dragged them down, arching your back and curling your toes.

“Oh God (Y/n)…” he breathily moaned and bucked his hips against yours as you hit his sweet spot. You loved his reaction, you loved how you were making him feel. “Ahh..~” he let out a satisfied breathy moan, closing his eyes and licking his lips seductively.

You’ve never felt so needy but he gave you exactly what it was you needed. The connection your hips made created sparks each time and it added to the love. The smell of sex and desire filled the surrounding air, with his cologne engulfing you in a paradise.

The bed began to creek and it excited you more. “Baby~” you moaned out and tugged on his hair with both hands. “The neighbors will complain.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He sexily growled and kissed your collarbone, roughly sucking at your sensitive skin. His uncontrollable hands kept a tight hold on your butt, sure to leave marks. His kisses trailed down towards your breasts, and soon his relentless mouth was sucking on your sensitive nub.

“Holy hell~” you tilted your head back and let out a slutty moan to drive him crazy. He moved one of his hands, and grabbed one of yours from out of his hair. He intertwined your fingers, then pinned it to the bed roughly.

“What’s my name?” He used his other hand to grab your jaw and lead your gaze to him. You moaned and looked in his eyes, something your body couldn’t handle in this situation.

“Jungkook..!” you moaned and closed your eyes, squeezing his other hand tightly.

“That’s right baby girl.” He let go of your jaw and grabbed onto your butt once again, an obsession of his. His thrust got faster and faster as your orgasm built up, and with each second you tightened your grip on the white sheets.

“Jung-Jungkookjungkook-Jungkook~” you squealed and sighed loudly with pleasure. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum J-Jungkook.” You reached up behind you and tugged on your pillows. “Mm~!” You turned your head and chewed on your lip, closing your eyes tightly.

“Ah… ah (Y/n)….” he panted hard and moaned louder. He pulled your hips back against his own with every thrust, hitting your g-spot. Your climax hit you at full force, making a slutty moan escape from deep within you. Jungkook almost immediately pulled out.

He kissed you as he used his sweaty palm to get himself off. You kissed back weakly, attempting to help him with whatever strength you had left. You felt warm liquid on your stomach and blushed a bit.

“Kookie I just took a shower…” you whined and gently played with his hair. He breathily chuckled and cupped your face, giving you soft eyes. You looked back and forth between his eyes, smiling.

“(Y/n)… I love you. And I won’t let the company take you away.” He said honesty and pinched you’re cheeks to make you giggle, and be was successful as always.“I love you too Jungkook.” You sat up and hugged him tight. “Don’t say that unless you can promise me that though…” you pouted. He shook his head and rubbed your back.

“I promise (Y/n). There is nothing that will tear us apart.” He assured you. “Now…” he started with a soft chuckle, “let’s go take a shower." 

The Crow’s Nest: A few thoughts on Oliver & SW

For those hating on Oliver right now: I feel you. I understand that you’re confused, that a character you just don’t get is making stupid choices.

From my experience with people, everyone is just plain stupid. Including me. I did a stupid thing yesterday that I had to pay the price today. It happens. We are irrational, skeptic, fearful, biased, and imperfect personages. We’re human.

And saying that one person is never at fault is not true. Even if it’s only 1% of the blame, we all make mistakes.

For Oliver, Susan is easy. In 5x05, Human Target comes into play, and tells Oliver that Felicity has moved on, and he should to. HT sets Oliver up to correspond with SW. He tells Oliver that since he’s become Oliver, he tells him that he should go for it.

Oliver goes for it. I mean, HT essentially tells him what to do. Have you ever wanted someone else to make a decision for you? To have your doppleganger to appear out of the sky and say, “Look! Date that one!” And so he takes an easy road. His life is hard. He’s mayor by day, hero by night. When does this guy sleep? 6am to 8am probably. And here is this guy telling him that a beautiful woman is interested in him and he should go for it.

Before he does though, he talks to Felicity.

“ I want you to be happy, and in the spirit of that, I think that you owe it to yourself to find out if what you have with Billy is real, and I owe it to myself to embrace whatever’s next for–for me when I’m not (the GA)”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I saw this text post talking all about noodle going to school when she was young and how the boys would do to the pta meetings, soccer games, ect ect. So could u write a little bit about her life during school and the roles the boys would play. Thanks

(So I’ve written a little scenario of a PTA, well just a meeting with a teacher, I really hope you like it! It is short but cute, I think. Not as much 2D as I would’ve liked.)

Murdoc was clutching Noodle’s tiny hand as they walked down the empty halls of the school. It always felt slightly like an alternative reality when one walked down empty halls where there usually were loads of people. Noodle knew that being here with your parents, especially when no one else were, was only a bad thing. She looked to the floor, not saying anything as Russel followed behind them. Murdoc had yelled something at 2D, who was still sitting in the car as if he wasn’t allowed to go with them. It was obvious, he didn’t like it by the frown on his face as Noodle looked back at him as they walked inside. She had wished he had been the one with her, he made her feel slightly less uneasy by this.

Her teacher came out of his office, looking down at her with a smile. As soon as he noticed Russel and Murdoc, he raised his brows and then furrowed them in confusion. It was obvious that he had not expected the sight of a young black man and an older man with a satanic cross around his neck. None of them smiled at each other and it made Noodle whimper. Murdoc looked down at her and let go of her hand to run his own over her hair, “Easy now, luv, everything’s great.” Noodle found the calm tone of his voice reassuring. Maybe everything was okay after all?

“No, everything is actually not great,” the teacher said and held out his hand. Russel moved past them to shake his hand and present himself, Murdoc followed right after, not looking very impressed. The teacher, Mr. Davidson, looked at them both skeptically again as the walked into the office together. He leaned in to whisper, “Where are her parents?” Noodle tilted her head at the whispering and gasped as Murdoc’s facial expression turned dark.

“What do you mean ‘Where are her parents’?” He scoffed, walking up to him and Russel had to grab his shoulders. Murdoc looked like he was going to swing his fist at the poor man, “We’re her bloody parents! Russel, have you heard this?”

“Calm yourself down, you know we can’t be her biological parents. She’s Japanese…” There was a short pause and then Russel cleared his throat, “Adopted, sir.”

Mr. Davidson looked slightly uncomfortable as he held open the door and Noodle walked inside as well. He closed it and went to sit down behind his large desk. Holding out his hand, he gestured to the two chairs on the opposite side of him, “Please, take a seat. I, as much as you, would like to get this over with.” Murdoc huffed and stood, frozen to the floor, refusing to obey. Russel on the other hand sat down and helped Noodle do the same.

Mr. Davidson let out a big sigh and then reached for the pile of papers on his desk. He searched for a moment and even though Noodle understood very little of what was going on, she felt the anxiety in her whole body as Murdoc let out a quiet growl and crossed his arms over his chest.

Finally, the teacher found the right paper and looked up, “Noodle got in a fight with one of the other kids the other day. I don’t know why but we do certainly not tolerate violence here.”

Russel turned his head and Noodle shrunk in the chair as she was starred down, “You did what?” Russel’s Japanese was still rusty but the phrase came out loud and clear. Noodle knew exactly what the problem was and started babbling, saying various of things, among other that the other kid had been teasing her about her hair. It was too fast for Russel to understand and when Noodle’s bottom lip had started quivering, Murdoc had taken a step forwards and banged his hand into the desk, “Noodle most certainly wouldn’t do such a thing without good reason. There must’ve been something wrong with that little shi-”

“Murdoc, calm yourself, please!” Russel broke him off, holding his hands over Noodle’s ears, who had started smiling widely at the outburst. Murdoc closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath.  

“You know what? Fuck that,” he growled and leaned over the desk to grab the teacher by the collar, “Shouldn’t you be in charge of what happens in the school yard? Find out what is wrong with that kid, or I’ll come by and I’ll… Yeah, you know what I mean, there’s no way she’s going through an incompetent school system like I did.”

“Alright, out we go,” Russel was already up on his feet, Noodle on his hip and dragging Murdoc towards the door. Mr. Davidson said nothing, obviously in complete shock, as they went out of the office again.    

*

“How did it go?” 2D asked as they all arrived back to the car. Murdoc didn’t even look at him as he got into the front seat.

“Let’s just say that Murdoc ain’t allowed to show his face at the school anymore,” Russel sighed as he buckled Noodle’s seatbelt.

“How dared he say that!?” Murdoc exclaimed as he turned on the engine rather aggressively.

“Say what?” 2D asked curiously.

“That we ain’t her parents,” Russel explained.

“Well, I am not her father, I don’t even know her mother, do you, Muds?” 2D furrowed his brow and Murdoc turned in his seat to look at him. 2D’s brows rose in surprise at the glare he received, and he held up his hands in defeat, “So sorry, I’m just trying to understand.”

“Shut up, Faceache.”

“You two better figure this out, scoot over, I am driving,” Russel rumbled and Murdoc reluctantly obeyed.

“If I were anything, I’d be a big brother,” 2D tried and smiled at Noodle, “None of us are related to her.”

“Well, we’re as good as!” Murdoc huffed and turned away.

“Sure thing, can we go get ice cream now?” 2D asked, turning to Russel, “Russel, how do you say, ‘Ice cream’ in Japanese?”

“Aisukurīmu.”

Noodle’s face lit up and she grabbed at 2D’s arm as he repeated it, talking very fast and enthusiastically. Ice cream it was then.

The signs as annoying kids you knew in college
  • Aries: history/government kid who's obnoxiously vocal about their awful opinions.
  • Taurus: theatre kid who's like - WAY too into it.
  • Gemini: economics student that never shuts up about the invisible hand and Karl Marx.
  • Cancer: psychology student, little bit too into your life.
  • Leo: literally any business student named Chad. Probably in ROTC.
  • Virgo: nursing major that tries to educate you on the dangers of even LOOKING at alcohol on Friday nights.
  • Libra: that communications major that loves to hear themself talk at all times.
  • Scorpio: pre-law, will try to sue anyone that looks at them wrong.
  • Sagittarius: that fucking kinesiology major that carries a gallon of water and insists on going barefoot because "it's better for your posture."
  • Capricorn: Geology major that smells like weed.
  • Aquarius: Philosophy major that insists on quoting every great philosopher in light conversation.
  • Pisces: probably a biology major and they get upset when you step on spiders but they don't want to pick them up to put them outside either.