admit tickets

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reference for anyone who wanted another look at maui’s tattoo of moana over his heart

oh and here’s mini-maui waving goodbye to moana for that extra bit of heart-stomping feels. now go forth all of you and draw mini-moana being cutes with mini-maui.

You Should Wear Those More Often

A/N: One week until I move back into my college dorm! I’m so excited! Today is my last day of work at my summer job, I think I’m gonna miss it a little.
Anyways, I wrote this over the course of a few days. It’s way longer than I was planning, but that seems to be an ongoing theme in my life. Soak up this smut guys, I’m not sure when the next one will come.

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Word count: 4048 (that’s my longest one yet, whoops)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oh boy, here we go… This is probably the most detailed smut I’ve written in a long time. There’s some dirty talk, Reader with a glasses!kink, slight Dom!Reader, slight Dom!Sam, lots of teasing, uhhhhhh there’s a handjob in there too… I think that’s it. It’s pretty loaded when it comes to my writing. Whatever. Enjoy, guys.

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“Sam, do you have your…” you trail off, mouth opening slightly as your head angled slightly. “Oh, holy–fuck me.”

In front of you, the usual Adonis that was Sam Winchester had been spruced up more than just a little. His FBI suit was well pressed, completely wrinkle free, and his hair was tamed just perfectly. But the real kicker, something you’d yet to see before, was the pair of glasses sitting on his face.

His eyebrows raise over the top edge of them, and you clear your throat.

“Uhm… I was gonna…” you blink a few times, trying to remember what you were going to say, but for the life of you, you can’t. “I was gonna ask if you had our… Our…”

“Tickets to the play?” he holds up a pair of tickets and you blink once more.

“Yeah,” you nod dumbly, a soft redness peeking through your cheeks. “Yeah, uhm… The tickets. Yeah, sorry. I just… I’ve never seen you in glasses.”

He gives a little smirk, one that lets you know that he’s reveling in your little momentary lapse of thought.

“I’ve only worn them a few times,” he admits, affixing them to the bridge of his nose. “I can tell that you like them, though.”

“Yeah,” you breathe, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. “I do. A lot.”

“How much is a lot, baby girl?” he takes a step closer to you, snaking an arm around your back.

And, oh good God, you absolutely melt with the nickname. You swear your panties will be ruined by the end of this evening, if they aren’t already.

“A lot means that as soon as we get back from this play, I’m jumping you and you’re gonna wear those glasses the entire time,” you tell him, offering him your best flirting smile as you grab the lapels of his jacket and pull him down so that you can kiss him.

He pulls away with that fucking perfect dimpled smile, flashing you a look that tells you that he most certainly likes the sound of your plans.

“We need to get going if we don’t want to be late,” he says, and you sigh softly, smoothing out the front of his jacket. “I’m looking forward to coming back, though.”

“If I hadn’t been looking forward to this for months in advance, we’d be staying in for the evening,” you tell him, watching his little grin grow. “Don’t smirk at me! It’s true!”

“Oh, I know it’s true,” he says. “I’m just wondering how you’ll be able to get through this play when you keep thinking of me through the entire thing. Will you be able to focus?”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you say with a laughing shove to his chest. He bursts into laughter also, taking you hand in his as you both made your way out to Baby.

Dean had loaned her to the two of you for the night, the only stipulation being that she was returned exactly as she was left.

Which, according to Dean, included no stains, no finger-or-footprints on windows, and a suspicious lack of food crumbs.

“I’ve taken pictures of her! You bring her back exactly the same or I’ll kick both of your asses!” Dean calls through the garage as you settle into the passenger seat.

“Dean, we know,” Sam says to his brother, and you just laugh as the both of you leave for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see your favorite playwright in one of his own plays.

It’s about a two hour drive to the theater, and when you get there, Sam chats it up with the ticket registrar while you make a run for the bathroom to pee before the show so that you won’t have to during intermission or, God forbid, during the actual play.

You make it out and see Sam waiting for you, two tickets in hand. You see the silvery coloring to them, and your eyes widen as you look up to his face.

“You didn’t,” you breathe, taking them from him and reading the printed on words. “Row five? You got us row fucking five? How in the actual fuck?”

“Shh, people are looking,” he says with a slight smile. “I told the lady it was your birthday and we’d bought tickets. I asked if I could upgrade them to a better spot and she said that she’s sentimental, and that not even thirty seconds prior a couple had returned theirs saying that they wouldn’t be able to make it to the show.”

“Sam, this is why I fucking love you,” you hug him tightly, taking his hand as you both ventured into the theater.

The play begins shortly thereafter and continues without hitch, and you sigh happily as you lean onto Sam’s shoulder.

He smiles, leaning down to you during intermission.

“So I actually had to tell that woman that I’m an undercover FBI agent that’s looking to catch one of the supporting characters after the play is over in order to get these tickets,” he admits, and your mouth falls open in shock.

“Sam!” you hiss, and he gives you a cheeky grin.

“The glasses really were the finishing touch,” he winks. “I convinced her that they have a camera in them so that if there was a confrontation involved, I would have it documented.”

You bite your lip and look away, trying to stifle the goofy smile that wants to grow on your face. You want to be mad at him for lying, but you just can’t find it in you.

You shake your head and shoot him a glance, your smile only happily growing as you see his face with those perfectly-fitting glasses on.

“What am I going to do with you?” you exhale, shaking you head.

“You said you were gonna jump me once this play was over. I’ve actually been looking forward to it,” he reminds you.

Sam was in such a good mood, so happy, and that made you happy. It’s very rare that you see him get to be this carefree, unworried about the next upcoming apocalypse or some case.

He sneaks his hand into yours and that’s how the two of you stay for the remainder of the play.

Once a standing ovation has been offered, and all of the cast has had their final bows, Sam guides you back to Baby, winking at you as he shut the passenger door for you.

He climbs his long legs into the driver’s seat and off the two of you drive, back to the bunker as it’s already late in the night.

You watch the scenery go by for a while, but you grow bored of that quickly and turn your attention toward Sam.

His broad frame sits with ease, his foot on the pedal keeping it steady just a mile or two over the speed limit. Your eyes trace the curve of his jaw, firm and defined and, God, so gorgeous.

And the glasses. Jesus Christ, those glasses are doing more to you than a plastic frame with two pieces of glass should be capable of.

He glances over out of the corner of his eye, his perfect lips curving upwards a half an inch or so as he noticed your stare.

“You don’t have to stare from so far away, y'know,” he murmurs, and you gnaw on your bottom lip as you unbuckle your seat belt.

You slip across the seat to right beside him, your legs parting just slightly so that you have one on either side of the middle seat hump in the floorboard.

His breath catches slightly as you pull the tight skirt of your dress up, exposing your thighs so that you can move about slightly more.

You smirk, hand resting on his thigh as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“That was really fun,” you tell him, rubbing his thigh slowly and feeling the slightest jump in his pants. “I almost didn’t want it to end.”

“Almost,” he breathes, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“Yeah, but then I thought of your gorgeous cock,” you whisper, reaching slightly higher up his leg to rub your palm over the growing bulge in his pants. “And I remembered how you look when you fuck me real hard, and I just imagined that with those glasses and… Ugh, Sam.”

You hum and rub your free hand down the front of your dress, over your breasts, and release a soft sigh.

“Jesus, [Y/N], I would’ve left the theater right then and there if you’d told me that,” he blows a breath out.

“But Sam, you taught me that waiting is always the best part,” you work to undo his belt with one hand, sliding the other up his chest to feel his firm chest muscles under his suit.

His breath shortens, and he shifts his leg so that you have better access to his belt. Finally, you get it undone, and you look up to him with a flutter of lashes.

He looks down at you, those hazel eyes just amplified by the glasses on his face. You exhale softly and undo the buttons on his pants and pull the zipper down slowly, your fingertips just gracing over his pants so that there is barely any pressure.

“[Y/N/N], just…” he trails off with a raw groan as your hand palms his growing length.

“Shh, Sam,” you hush him, finally managing to free him from the confines of his pants and underwear. “Keep those pretty eyes on the road and let me handle the rest.”

“Jesus, baby girl,” he groans as you lean down and press a kiss to the tip of his length.

You take him into your mouth as far as you can go, gliding your tongue across velvety flesh gently. One hand moves to circle the remainder of his endowed length that you can’t fit into your mouth and rubs slowly, torturous circles that you know drives him crazy.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” he pants, his right hand moving from the steering wheel to cup the back of your neck and ease your movements.

You moan softly against him, feeling a rush of wetness between your legs that needs to be satisfied. Your hips rise, searching for friction that isn’t there.

You pull away for a moment, letting your hand fully grip him and pump a few times as you pressed numerous kisses to the bottom side of his cock, feeling it jump when you got to the base of it. Your lips seal around his length once again and your head moves to take him down your throat.

This time you move faster than just the slow movements of before, wet sounds leaving your lips as you sucked.

“[Y/N], I’m almost there,” Sam warns, his breath ragged and his voice absolutely wrecked.

You pull away slowly, noisily, and grin up at him, your eyes catching his.

“Dean said no stains, remember?” you tell him, sitting up fully and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “We’ll have to wait until we get back.”

“We’re almost home, baby girl, and as soon as I get you there, I’m gonna fuck you real slow,” he says in a shaking voice, swallowing once before offering you a dark expression. “Real slow, you’re gonna be on edge for hours, baby girl.”

“Are you gonna make me sore in the morning?” you ask him, biting your bottom lip.

“After what you just did?” he asks, shooting you an incredulous look. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips, watching his eyes darken behind clear glass.

The ensuing silence just radiates sexual tension, and you shift in your seat, trying desperately to search for some kind of relief of the throbbing in your lower belly.

Sam glances over and notices.

“Almost there, [Y/N],” he says quietly as you recognize the road easily.

As he pulls into the garage, you practically shoot from your seat and make a dash for his room, not wanting to wait any longer.

You pass Dean on the way, who is dressed like he would any other day.

“Finally,” he mutters. “I’ve been waiting for you two to get back for over an hour. I’m going to a bar.”

Praise the Lord, you think. A bunker with just Sam for a few hours, that should be fun.

You make it into Sam’s room and start shedding clothes, hearing a slight exchange of words between the brothers as you perch yourself on Sam’s bed.

He comes in after a moment, his eyes falling on you instantly.

His lips quirk upwards in a grin as he closes his door. You lick your lip seductively, chest moving as you took a long inhale of air.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” you ask him in a pouting voice.

“On your back, baby girl,” he says as he begins to undo his jacket. “You know what I want. Show me how wet that pretty pussy is.”

You moan aloud and tip back onto your back, falling onto his pillows. Knees part as his shirt falls to the floor, your hands settling on your thighs.

Being this exposed makes you giddy, makes your heart race in your chest. But it’s Sam, and you know that he won’t look at you with anything other than love and awe.

Finally shed of his upper garments, he kneels down on the bed, just beside your feet, his eyes trailing up your flesh slowly.

“Sam,” you whimper, and his gaze floats to yours. “Please, God, I need you to fuck me.”

He smirks, pressing in close enough to lean down and give a slow kiss to the patch of skin just on the inside of your left knee.

“You know I don’t like being teased, [Y/N],” he says, looking up at you as he moved up a fraction of an inch. “But you teased me, so I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

“Oh, can’t you tease me after?” you try to bargain, gasping as his teeth bit into your inner thigh, the part he’d just kissed.

“You said it yourself, baby girl. The waiting is the best part,” he reminds you, and you throw your head back onto the pillows as he moves up yet again and kisses.

All you can do is let him do this, there’s no stopping him once he’s set his mind to something like this. A soft whimper leaves your lips as he presses a kiss to the very top of your inner thigh, then a louder gasp as he nips hard at the skin.

“Sam, please,” you hear the desperation in your own voice, and thank God, he finally listens.

His mouth attaches to your clit instantly, and your mouth falls open in a wordless cry as he turns from zero to fifty thousand in a second.

“Oh, fuck, Sam!” you cry, hands shooting to his hair to try to desperately relieve some of the unending pressure on your lower half. “Sam, Jesus!”

He pauses only to look up, his eyes mischievous as they shone through those goddamn glasses that started all of this.

He grins, pressing a single kiss to your belly, slowly inching his way up your chest with a kiss here and a bite there. He moves his whole body over yours, his hands holding his weight on either side of your head.

“Not so fun to be teased, is it?” he asks, nose bumping yours as his hair fell to curtain around your face.

“Sam, please,” you whimper. “Please, just fuck me. God, I can’t take it anymore.”

He smiles, revealing those perfect teeth of his, and presses a hungry kiss to your lips. His mouth is so soft, even with the intensity of it all, and you can just barely taste yourself on him.

He pulls away and starts down your neck, and your hands push through his hair.

“Turn over, baby girl,” he says into your skin, his breath warm on your flesh. He pulls away so that he can undo his pants, and you scramble to turn over like he’s asked, not wanting to draw this out any more.

Hands grip your hips hard and pull you back, your ass hitting his hips and making a loud groan leave your lips.

“You want it now, baby girl?” he asks, a kiss on your shoulder occupying your thoughts as he rutted his hips against yours.

“Yes, God, yes,” you moan, arching into him as he lined up to your entrance.

“Real slow, remember that,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he presses into you, bottoming out and just staying there for a moment. “That feel good, pretty girl?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, reaching a hand back to curl around his neck. “Please move, Sam.”

“I will, [Y/N],” he says, giving a soft kiss to the edge of your jaw. He shifts slightly, sliding an arm around your stomach while the other one moves to scoop your hair up off the back of your neck and drape it over his shoulder, so that all of your back is pressing to his chest.

His hips roll so fucking slowly that you want to cry. You can feel every inch of his length as he slides out, then just as slowly pushes back in.

“Sam, please,” you turn your head and his lips connect with yours messily, and he ups his pace just slightly. You hand tightens its grip on the hair at the nape of his neck.

It’s just so slow, you feel every little movement, every exhaled breath as he pushes in, every little hitch when you press back on his length.

He shifts slightly, instead of being pressed to his back, he moves so that he’s over you, and your face is buried in pillows as he grows a faster rhythm.

You can’t halt the soft sighs that leave your lips with every brush of his skin against yours. His lips find the back of your neck and trail down your spine, warm and soft against your heated skin.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, one hand splaying over your belly as he drove into you over and over again.

“Sam, I need more,” you beg, turning to look over your shoulder at him.

He looks up at you, those eyes dark yet warm, something about him firm and unmoving as he says, “No, baby girl. You’re gonna take what I give you. I said I was gonna go real slow.”

“Then harder, please,” you breathe, biting your bottom lip. “If not faster, then harder, please.”

He gives you a slight smile and presses a kiss to your shoulder as he adjusts once more, his left hand moving up to grip his headboard so that he could give more jarring thrusts while maintaining his tempo.

One thrust in particular hits just perfectly inside you, and you release a soft cry as a gasp fills your lungs.

“Yeah, right there!” you tell him, and his next thrust hits that same spot that makes stars dance across your vision. “Yes, Sam!”

He quickens slightly, jarring that spot every time now, and it doesn’t take long for you to build higher and higher, the best kind of burning filling your lower belly.

“Fuck, Sam!” you gasp, on the cusp of falling apart, when he stops, grinning into your shoulder.

“I told you that you’d be on edge for hours,” he says into your sweaty skin, the amusement not hidden in his voice at all. “You wanted to play this game, baby girl, so I’m playing.”

“Sam,” you whimper, desperate for him to stop all of this and just give you what you need. “Please, please, just make me cum. Please.”

“Not yet, baby girl,” he pulls completely out and turns you over, so that you’re on your back and facing him. He grins down at you. “You’re always so impatient.”

“God, because I want you all the time!” you moan, looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your lips connect with his, hot and seeking and hungry.

A low groan rumbles in his chest, and you arch your hips toward his encouragingly.

“If I make you cum now, it won’t be the last time tonight,” he finally decides to bargain with you.

“Yes, fine,” you agree instantly. “I don’t care, I just need you.”

His lips quirk upwards, and he adjusts his glasses before lining himself up once more and pushing home, a deep, soul reverberating groan parting your lips.

You watch the way his muscles move when he fucks you, the way his abdomen is so tight and his biceps flexing as he held his grip on the headboard.

And then it’s like fire across your entire body, his pounding reaching that spot that has your toes curling and quivering gasps leaving your lips every second.

His name is a chant from your mouth, his eyes holding yours as your mouth fell open, once more on the cusp of falling apart.

This time he doesn’t stop.

He keeps going, his thick length pushing repeatedly until you’re clawing at his back, back arching as an earth-shattering orgasm swept over you.

Six, seven, eight more thrusts and he’s grunting into your neck, his load emptying inside you and dripping down your thighs as he gave a few final lazy thrusts.

With a heavy sigh, he drops down beside you, on his side facing you with a goofy smile on his lips.

“The glasses really did it for you, huh?” he murmurs, reaching up to push some hair out of your face.

“You should wear them more often,” you tell him. “If it will always wind up like tonight, wear them every day.”

“I’m not even done with you yet and you’re already talking about next time,” he tells you, and you flash him a small smile.

“Hey, a girl can dream.”

“[Y/N],” a voice says, and you smile at the sound of it. “[Y/N]! Come on, wake up!”

You blink and open your eyes, and suddenly you’re not in bed with Sam, and you’re most definitely not back at the bunker.

“Where…” you trail off and sit up, seeing both Dean and Sam dressed and ready, wandering about the room and collecting necessary things.

“About time, Sweetheart,” Dean says. “It’s almost time. You need to get ready.”

“Yeah,” you say, blinking as you remembered that you were currently on a hunt with the two boys, looking for a hellhound that was set to collect a sleazy retail banker’s soul. “Yeah, just gimme a sec. I’m already dressed, I just need to put on my boots and find my-”

“Glasses?” Sam’s voice prompts, and you look up to see him holding out your pair of hellhound-seeing glasses, his own pair perched on his face.

Good God.

“Yeah, thanks,” you tell him, swallowing nervously while hoping that you didn’t say anything in your sleep.

“Okay, in headin’ out to the car. You’ve got two minutes,” Dean says as he gathers up his things. You watch him leave as you pull on your boots.

“Hey,” Sam clears his throat, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

Shit shit shit…

“You look good in glasses,” Sam remarks, and you look up to him in complete awe.

“Holy shit,” you can’t believe what he just said. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, they uh… They frame your face well. It looks good,” he says, and you see the faintest dusting of pink on his cheeks.

You swallow and decide to make a bold move.

“I had a dream about us fucking and you were wearing glasses,” you say suddenly, and his eyes widen. “So, I mean, if you’re up for it, I’m definitely game. After this case, I mean.”

You head for the door to leave him to think about your proposition, a tiny smile on your lips as you remembered the dream.

And when you turn to look back at him, he’s grinning that same cheesy smile from your dream.

“Oh, I’m so setting laid tonight.”

~

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anonymous asked:

13,41 pls

Here’s a little bit of fluff. With the Stones.

Prompts were:
13. “I could kiss you right now!”
41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”


Stones T-shirt

I’d commented on his Stones t-shirt at a party.

“Have you ever seen them?” he asked me an hour later when I was in the kitchen making a drink.

“Who?” I made a face, completely forgetting about our previous encounter.

Harry laughed, pointing at his shirt. “The Rolling Stones.”

“Oh. No,” I shook my head. “Never got to.”

“Mmm, you should. Everyone needs to see them at least once.”

“Well…next time I have an extra hundred or so burning a hole in my pocket, I’ll buy a ticket.”

“Hey Carmen, are you making me one of those?” my best friend Sheila asked as she entered in the kitchen.

“What am I, designated bartender?” I scoffed.

“Of course! Now hook me up!”

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Borrowing Without Permission

IGNIS FLUFF WEEK: DAY TWO
Getting into trouble: Stealing the Regalia
@ignisfluff

Ft. Ignis, Noctis & Prompto
Warnings: None
SFW

Ignis turned the keys of the Regalia over in the pocket of his dress pants, anxiety spiking through his veins. The weekend had arrived and he could finally relax, Noctis not needing him to watch over his shoulder while he was off at the arcade with that new friend of his.

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BTS FIC RECS: TAEKOOK

so recently i’ve been reading a lot of taekook and in the span of a few months i’ve read a lot of fics that have made me an emotional mess (in a good way). so i thought i’d share a few with everyone since i don’t have anyone to talk with about these really great fics. im telling you, you will not be disappointed.

most of these i’ve found in ao3 and a few are from aff (in which most of them are college aus one shots cause i love a good youth fic). they are not in any particular order, only alphabetical, although i have labeled my favorite fics with a star (☆).

also if you do bother reading any of these and finish it crying, feel free to talk to me and we’ll cry together. hah

Jeongguk gets stood up and a weird barista with a nametag that says “V” won’t stop making him weird drinks with names like ‘lean green fighting machine’ and acting out complete monologues behind the counter.

“i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” au

Taehyung likes Iced Caramel Macchiatos, the Arts, and a man that vaguely resembles the Adonis statue.

'Aren’t you that tiny boy who followed me around like a puppy in middle school and looked at me like I hung the stars? Ok well we’re in college now and you still have a huge crush on me and the only difference is now you do ridiculous things to try to impress me and honestly you’re so adorable even though you’re huge and stronger than me now’

in which twitter is evil, jeon jeongguk is a bit tsundere, park jimin is satan and kim taehyung may or may not have a boyfriend.

Poor little Jeongguk living in the heart of Seoul, doing what he always dreamt of and simply wanting to disappear.

In which Jungkook is a sort of popular tumblr blogger and his life gets all messed up by the most definitely more popular blogger Kim Taehyung, who somehow happens to be fond of him.

For his first year of university, Jeongkook expects sex. If he was honest with himself, it’s one of the things he looked forward to.

What he doesn’t expect, is to become fuck buddies with the first person he hooks up with.

when taehyung wakes up as a kid, everyone wonders why jeongguk is the only one taehyung wants.

Taehyung accidentally tells “I love you” to the guy on the other line while ordering a pizza and gets a “Love you too” followed by a"I hope you’re not expecting a discount on the pizza just cause we confessed our undying love for each other.”

maybe they’re a little bit ridiculous, but people always did fall in love in the strangest ways.

Jeongguk likes to run. He’s never wanted anyone to run with him before.

when jeongguk draws taehyung’s (aka the love of his life’s) name in their school’s secret santa, he vows to be the cutest goddamn secret santa this world has ever seen.

In which Jungkook gets possessive of Taehyung without noticing, Taehyung’s dumb and the rest of bangtan decides to take the matter in their own hands.

Jungkook gets his first apartment away from Busan, away from his parents, away from the stress of his earlier life.
He soon finds out that his next door neighbor is pretty much out of his fucking mind.

I’ve said it from the beginning: fuck soulmates. I don’t care who my soulmate is gonna be. If it’s not you, I don’t care. I only want you.

Admit One: Kissing Booth Ticket

“who dat qt boi on ur story”

aka: in which kim taehyung discovers the love of his life on park jimin’s snapchat story.

“It’s a lot like falling in love with a city you’ve never been to.”

Taehyung thought his day couldn’t get anymore shittier than it was already, but he was wrong. (or maybe not)

also known as,

“Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider!au”

“What does it feel like?”

“What?”

“Knowing you fixed the heart of the man who broke yours?”

“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

Apparently IOU’s are a few of Taehyung’s favorite things (to Jeongguk’s standards at least).

It all started when Kim Taehyung almost impaled Jeon Jungkook with a pink umbrella.

“If you want to be with me, you need to be honest with yourself and fucking tell me!”
“I’m not good at that, but can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?”

From the moment Jungkook turned 18, he had been excited to see the numbers appear on his wrist.

762

Just 762 days before he finally meets his soulmate.

524

374

341

And then it stops.

this will probably be updated in the future, also if you have any good taekook fics please message me cause i want to read e v e r y t h i n g.

that’s all, happy reading ^^

I’m A Gambling Man Part 12

Beginning: I’m A Gambling Man Part 1

Warning: Cussing 

(Video in this one by Lindsey Stirling. Which would be Nina’s preforms, just use your imagination on this one people lol.)

I’m A Gambling Man Part 12

Chapter 26

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Nina said as got dress in the backseat.

“Neither can I love.” Owen said, smirking as he looked at the rear-view mirror while Nina gets dress. “But I do love the view.”

“Hey, no peeking.” Nina said, ducking down in the seat. “Duncan get your boy please.”

“Come mate, be a gentleman and not a wanker.” Duncan said, moving the rear-view mirror “You can wait till the honeymoon.” He started chuckling when Owen turn red. “I can get you a clock as your wedding gift.”

“Piss off.” Owen said, as Nina started laughing. “Don’t encourage this twit love.”

“Make it a father clock, that way I can push it over on top of him.” Nina said, making Duncan laugh.

“Bloody hell mate.” Owen said, looking over at him. “Your suppose to be on my side here.”

“Yes but.” Duncan said, looking over at him and smiling. “I like Nina a lot more than I do you, you bloody twit.”

Owen smiled and shook his head as they pulled up Nina’s school. He went around back so Nina could use the back entrance. Soon as the car stop, Nina grabbed her stuff and quickly got out of the car.

“Hold on love.’ Owen said getting out of the car and hurry up to catch her. “Your forgetting something.”

“What?” Nina said, looking at the stuff in her hands. “I got everything.”

“Not everything love.” Owen said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling in close. “You forget this.” He lean down, kissing her passionately and slowing. Nina moan in the kiss, making him smile. “Now.” He press his forehead against hers. “You got everything love.”

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Prom Night at the Arcade

Written for A Month of Fanfiction, Day 1, Joker and Katie Shepard’s alternative to prom night.  Thanks to @joufancyhuh and @yourlocalpriestess for hosting the challenge!

Also posted on AO3.


“Who are you going with to prom?”  

“Have you asked anyone yet?”

“Prom’s next weekend, what do you mean you don’t have a date??”

Everywhere Katie went, all she heard was an endless stream of questions and plans for prom. She wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or insulted that no one had asked about her own plans.  Not that she had any.

She hated dressing up, hated crowds, and especially hated dancing.  Not to mention, there was literally only one person she’d ever consider going with, and he definitely wasn’t interested, in either the dance or her.  Not for a date.

She and Jeff had been practically inseparable since the day they met.  At school, after school, frequent sleepovers, they spent so much time together that their parents often said they were more like siblings than friends.  

Still, Katie couldn’t help feeling a pang of regret as she made her way to the arcade to meet Jeff the Monday before prom, getting swept along with the throngs of her classmates buying last minute accessories, making last minute plans.  Gushing about their dates.  

“You took your sweet time getting here,” Jeff commented casually when she finally arrived at the cafe in the middle of the arcade, nearly an hour after their usual meeting time.  "Get a little lost?“

She rolled her eyes.  "Just because you avoided the crowds doesn’t mean we all have that luck.”

“Having a dentist’s drill in my mouth for two hours isn’t exactly what I’d call lucky, Kit-Kat.  What’s got you in such a weird mood?”

She grabbed a slice of pizza from the pie on the table and sank into the seat across from Jeff.  "Just thinking about prom,“ she said with her mouth full, half hoping he wouldn’t be able to understand her words.

No such luck.

"Thought you didn’t care about that stuff,” Jeff said.  "Besides, I’ve seen you dance.  It’s not pretty.“

"Thanks.”  Katie rolled her eyes and finished her pizza.  "You’re such a ray of sunshine.“

“I do what I can.”  Jeff shrugged and slid a card across the table.  “This might cheer you up.”

Katie raised an eyebrow.  “What’s this?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out, genius.”

“Jerk.”  She hastily wiped grease off her hands onto her jeans and opened the card, only just catching the piece of paper that fell out.  She turned it over and realized it was a ticket identical to the ones being sold for entrance to prom.  She glanced up at Jeff.  “Is this what I think it is?”

He grinned.  “No, it’s better.” He reached across the table and flipped the ticket over.  “Read it.”

Admit One

This ticket entitles:

The Ticket Holder and Their Best Friend

to a night of dance-free prom fun.  

Location: Arcade on the Promenade

Date: Saturday April 19, 2160

Time: 19:30-23:00

Pictures & Formal Wear Optional

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Katie whispered when she’d finished reading the ticket, blinking furiously to keep unwelcome tears at bay.  She glanced up again to find Jeff watching for her reaction, an unreadable expression on his face.  “How long have you been sitting on this?”

He shrugged again.  “It had always been my plan, going to the arcade on prom night. Just another Saturday, y’know?  And I figured you probably weren’t up for all the prom chaos, so I thought maybe… I know the wording is cheesy but…”

“Your mom wrote this, didn’t she?”

Jeff huffed, feigning indignance.  “I can’t believe you… you… would imply that I… if you’re gonna make fun, I’ll just,” he reached across the table again and gripped the edge of the ticket, moving it up half an inch, “take this back.”

Katie said nothing, just watched his charade until he finally gave up and slumped in his seat, leaving the ticket in her hand.

“Yes, of course my mom wrote it.”  He looked at her expectantly.  “Well?  You up for it?”

She sat in silence another few moments before she grinned.  “Of course.  But what’s this thing at the bottom?  About pictures?”

Jeff rolled his eyes.  “Mom’s idea.  I mean, she’s all for us not going to actual prom, but she still wants pictures to commemorate our… not going to prom.  But only if you want to.”

Katie giggled.  “Absolutely. Now…” She snagged a second slice of pizza and stood up.  “I’ve got some begging to do.”

“Begging?  For what?”

“An advance on my allowance. I’ve got shopping to do.”

“You did see the part about formal wear is optional right?”

She grinned.  “Who says I’m going for formal wear?”  She waved her pizza-free hand as she turned and walked away from the table.  “I’ll call you!”

The rest of the week seemed to crawl by at a wounded snail’s pace but finally Saturday rolled around.  Any other Saturday, Katie and Jeff were at the arcade by noon at the latest, but with their not-a-prom date in just a few hours, they’d opted to stay home until they met at the park across from the Moreaus’ apartment for pictures.  

While most of the girls in her class spent the day getting their hair and nails done, Katie was more than happy to lounge on the couch playing video games until just before it was time to go.  She’d taken the inclusion of the words formal wear optional to heart when picking her outfit.  While the dress was lace, it was still casual enough to be comfortable, and for a geeky twist, she’d paired it with the Wonder Woman chucks Sarah had given her for Christmas.  

“Never thought I’d see you voluntarily wearing a dress,” her father remarked when she emerged from her room.  “But you look very nice.”

She smiled.  “Thanks.”

“Your mother would have fought you for those shoes, by the way.”

“I know.”  Her smile widened to a grin. “I told Sarah the same thing when she gave them to me.” A ping on her omni-tool told her that Jeff was already waiting at their usual meeting spot.  “Time to go.”

Katie had to laugh when they arrived at the park and she saw Jeff’s take on formal wear optional was similar to her own.  From a distance, it looked as if he’d actually worn the top half of a tuxedo with his jeans, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was a long-sleeve faux tuxedo t-shirt.  And he too wore geeky chucks, his Batman themed.

“You look awesome!” they said simultaneously.  

“It’s not too…?” Katie trailed off, leaving the question unfinished.

Jeff shook his head.  “Nope, it’s great.  And this?” he asked, indicating his own outfit.

She laughed.  “It’s very you.  I pictured you going the villain route with your shoes, but Bats is perfect.”

He shrugged.  “I would have, actually, but they didn’t have any Jokers in my size.”

“Enough chit-chat, you two,” his mother said, gently herding them toward the nearby bench.  “It’s picture time! Say–”

Katie and Jeff grinned.  “Down with prom!”


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