and along the way you two are going to bone

basketball player!jungkook

author’s note: this is part of a sports series with my girl @wangpuppo (: and a request from one of my cute anonies that i miss. also, the bit with meeting a cute boy in philosophy happened irl and inspired this so heh enjoy!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • meet jeon jungkook, power forward of seoul university and computer science major extraordinaire
  • you would think from the size of his thighs and his arms that he was a hockey player but he assures anyone that it’s really just a hobby for him and that basketball actually has his heart
  • his mom is actually the reason how he got acquainted with the sport bc a little before he was born, she was actually a college player with a semi-pro spot ready for her until she met his dad who was actually the waterboy
  • they shyly flirted with one another until some of her teammates locked them in a supply room closet together bc it was so unbearable for everyone else to deal with their feelings (lol) so by the time they were out of the closet they were together and happily so
  • however, come around their final year in college when things go kinda wrong and she ends up pregnant with baby jeon and of course they’re ecstatic but holy shit they haven’t even graduated yet and they’re gonna have a baby and well…. she didn’t go onto the semi-pro team and jeon’s dad did his best to work hard for them while she finished getting her degree WHILE nursing jungkook for 9 months
  • to say the least mama and papa jeon managed to get through the whole ordeal with degrees
  • by the time they graduated, baby jungkook was born and he became the light of their lives and despite their initial struggles they did their best to provide the family and make it as comfortable as they could for him because dammit they brought him into this world, they wanted to make him live well too
  • the comfort of their lives came the moment papa jeon scored a position as a nutritionist and mama jeon became a physical therapist so that’s how jungkook got acquainted with the world of fitness and finding interest in the way his parents could take care of people
  • however, the moment he fell in love with basketball was when he saw his mom’s basketball tapes. all the glorious videos of her scoring that winning shot and zooming around the court with such swiftness and agility he damn near got whiplash from trying to keep up
  • and from that moment on, he wanted to play too
  • of course, his parents were very ecstatic about that and enrolled him in a community team and he excelled so damn quickly
  • for the next nineteen years of his life, he played basketball and loved every damn second of it and along the way he found an interest in computers too. (let’s just say he read a few books that his high school computer teacher gave him and he was determined to take apart a computer and put it back together - he succeeded) and so that is why he has a full ride to SU with a basketball scholarship as a compsci major
  •  anywho, seeing jungkook on the court is honestly a sight because you would expect him to be stomping around, too slow for the muscle all over his body, but jfc no he is so goddamn quick and agile. he could be on one side of the court and somehow end up right in front of the opposing member to block for his teammate to make that shot
  • he’s a great team player really, not much for the glory and usually to himself, but on a handful of occasions he’ll surprise even his members with a half-court shot
  • he doesn’t care much for the glory of the winning shot, just the feeling that basketball gives him when he’s on the court, gaining callouses from the ball, and running around until he can’t seem to feel his calves and god the happiness on his parents’ face always gets to him
  • so yeah, that’s jungkook as a basketball player - a really sweet and hardworking boy who loves to make his parents happy and to make his teammates happy too
  • remember how i mentioned how he’s a compsci major?
  • well, you’re actually a compsci minor because you find computers really fascinating and cool and unfortunately quite a few others do too so it leaves you two at a disadvantage as first years compared to the upperclassmen so you’re both resorted to taking these random General Education (GE) classes i.e intro to philosophy
  • it’s hard not to notice jungkook that’s for sure, especially when he’s lugging around his sports bag and when he’s cute as all hell in your honest opinion
  • you once told this to your friends and they never let you down about it either. honestly they’d tell you when he’d walk in or try and get you to sit by him but the closest you’ve ever gotten was probably sitting one person away and that was on the final exam day
  • on a few occasions you two would actually inadvertently glance at one another during your discussion (dear god none of your friends let you live, best believe that) but you were always too shy to approach him and he was actually quite shy himself because let’s face it baby boy is a shy nugget who only knows basketball and comp sci and some philosophy (barely tho lol but it’s okay cuz you knew the bare minimum too)
  • anyway, that quarter you didn’t get to know him as you wished and both of you ended up regretting that because damn y’all thought each other was cute. for him it was especially seeing you laugh with your friends and for you it was that little perplexed expression on his face when the professor would mention soundness and the theories about the concepts and dshgjds yeah you really wished you had taken that chance to tell him he was cute on the last day like you initially planned but was too chicken to do
  • but guess what?
  • the next quarter you see him in your intro to computers class and somehow you two end up seated by one another and although there’s no seating chart, it just becomes a thing that this is that person’s seat the moment they sit there more than twice and so you both are seated not too far from one another
  • your hair is a slight mess and your eyes are puffy while you sip your coffee and he looks fairly content albeit sleepy with his hood drawn up and you both don’t even realize it’s each other until hour two of the lab goes by
  • you’re both starting to wake up and looking around at each other cuz people are shuffling around and some are moving closer toward one another and then it strikes you that the kid with slightly ruffled hair is very familiar and then it hits you and you’re just like “wow ok holy shit cute person from that philosophy class!!!!”
  • but this isn’t enough to get you two to start talking to each other
  • that self-established seating chart has already set in notion and so there’s no honest chance in getting to know him from that and so you kinda give up because you’re very sure he probably doesn’t remember you and dammit your TA is standing over your shoulder staring at your codes with narrowed eyes (rip you but he was just playin’ cuz he liked what you had)
  • this whole exchange isn’t to say you both never talk because on this chance encounter of finding out why he lugs that damn nike bag around all the time comes full circle
  • so you do work at the infirmary, usually filing papers and the like since it’s sort of the track for your major and on a particular day comes in jungkook!
  • he looks like he’s in a lot of pain clutching his shoulder and the nurse gets him to do the necessary papers and shovels him off to the doctor who tells him that he has a pretty bad fracture and he won’t be able to play for the rest of the season (at least that’s what they think)
  • reason: some asshole from one of the other teams hit him a little too hard after one too many unnecessary roughness calls and on this blow jungkook fell a little too hard and too awkward for it to just be another minor bruise and yeah :(
  • he’s pretty devastated about this and he has to go through a bunch of testing and whatnot and as an assistant you usually run around making copies until you have to hand off some paperwork for him to fill out
  • prior to this, you noticed how most of his appointments took up his time during the labs and the lectures so you nicely set a copy of your notes with his, adding in things you figured he might need to know from the lecture since he was unable to attend and the moment he receives the large stack his eyes grow wide
  • and you’re like “oh so i remember you from my comp sci class and i figured you might these notes… -oh and those are just basic info that the doctor wanted you to sign off on and the like”
  • he blinks at you, still pretty surprised at your kindness (and totally not freaking out that such a cute person is chatting from him aka the same one he’s wanted to talk to for a while) but he flashes you a small smile (and omg you love it so much) and thanks you
  • coincidentally most of your volunteer shifts are during his appointments and whatnot so you talk every now and then, usually about the notes and eventually about your majors
  • the doctors and the nurses think it’s absolutely adorable so sometimes they let you two chat a little longer than usual just for young love to bloom <3
  • this exchange goes on from some time until he finds the guts to ask for your number when you hand him the large stack of notes in this rushed blurting of words i.e. “soumiwaswonderingificould-maybe-getyournumber??”
  • you: “wait what”
  • he looks down, cheeks quite pink, “can i -um- get your number? since y’know we have comp sci together so it’d be easier to like study for exams and talk about it and stuff…. yeah….”
  • you grin and nod, scribbling it onto one of the notes and the two of you can’t deny the butterflies and erratically beating hearts y’all have going on
  • you both see each other during his check-ups but he’s healing quite quickly thanks to having such strong bones so he may not be out for the rest of the season like they thought thankfully and so when he’s fine and his check-ups are less and less
  • so along the way, you two end up talking day by day even sitting by one another in your comp lecture because you’re semi-friends now and it’s just nice to have someone you know in that class since none of your other friends were interested in comp sci like you so nowadays you’ll text one another about the class and how your days are and those little butterflies emerge whenever you wait for his text or receive a response and you’re just like “dsjghsdjgshdgs”
  • little do you know he’s honestly the same exact way and his roommates jimin and taehyung are always like “???? WHO DAT? :D” and jungkook’s like “lol gtfo bye”
  • anyway, one day you text him about the upcoming final bc you’ll be damned if you miss out on your chance to actually ask his kid out and studying together and he agrees but it’d have to be after his practice and you ask him about his shoulder and if he’ll be good to play at championships
  • and he’s like “oh yah!”
  • and you’re like “o: woah, can i come watch? i haven’t gone to a game and i wanna see you play. prolly treat ya out if you win”
  • and ok, at first he’s a lil’ shy but he says “ok sure, just say you’re with me at the door” and you do and jin (the RA)’s at the entrance like “O: WHAT MY FLOOR CHILD HAS A GIRLFRIEND, THAT PUNK KSJHFJS” but before he can say anything else one of jungkook’s buds urges you to sit by the front and you do until you see jungkook and he looks so nervous, glancing around until his eyes settle on you and he just flashes you a grin and wave which you return as well
  • the game is going by swimmingly and you can’t help but watch jungkook especially because even though he’s the power forward he’s also very conscious of his shoulder which you were extremely worried about until you feel like you can finally breathe when your school wins and you stand with the crowd cheering like crazy
  • out of everyone tho he actually approaches you first with a grin and you’re congratulating him and he feels so elated he really just wants to take you up in his arms and kiss you tbh but he has self control and mercy bc he’s sweating like crazy
  • ngl tho he looks crazy attractive in your opinion
  • anywayy, as you two are talking since you did tell him that you’d buy him food on his win, the rest of the team’s like “yooo kook! party at jackson’s!!!! you in??”
  • and although you’re disappointed you tell him you won’t mind if he goes but he turns to you and says with a grin “nah i got plans already” and jsdkghsjgh the team goes “oOOOOoooooOoooo” but y’all ignore them and he goes “i’ll be back ok? gonna get cleaned up and we can get food?”
  • so you’re content to wait by the locker room for him, grinning af bc holy shit the cute boy you really wanted to get to know last quarter is going to dinner with you!!!!!
  • meanwhile jungkook’s so nervous and stuff cuz he plans on confessing and stuff since it just seems right and his teammates clap him on the back like “yo you got this bro!!!!!!! goood luck tho jin definitely sent him some salty messages and warnings to be safe ahahaha
  • and ok so y’all go to dinner at this nice ramen shop and it’s really great! and you two are laughing your asses off about how this one time oneo f his roomates taehyung got stuck in between the washing machines because he was so certain he could fit and how they had to call the fire department to get the boy loose and yeah ahaha
  • and he’s just in awe with how damn beautiful you look when your laughing and he just blurts out “you have a really nice laugh” when you ask him why he’s staring and you’re like “o: oh thank you…. you do too”
  • and he says “i wanna hear you laugh more and be the reason why you do….” he lets out a deep sigh, appearing a lot more nervous than before, “i like you a lot. i think you’re incredibly cute and i love that you love compsci as much as i do and talking to you these past few weeks have made me happy and god i really wanted to kiss you after the game but i didn’t want to scare you and i feel like this is a lot less eloquent than in my head so i’m sorry”
  • and you’re just in awe because damn you really planned on confessing first but you can’t deny the smile spreading on your face and you tell him “kook, i like you too. and i’d really like it if you kissed me, by the way”
  • and he’s all wide eyed but he grins and after y’all eat and you’re strolling around the city with his arm draped over your shoulders, you guys stop at the top where it overlooks the city lights and on a particular moment when you both are still and quiet and glancing at one another you lean in and do it
  • and it leads to a shocked expression on his face but he lets go of your shoulders and puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you again
  • and ahh it’s just so damn sweet and neither of you can stop grinning because damn it really worked out as you both hoped
  • dating jungkook entails a lot of visits to his practices after you’re done with volunteering where you’ll come by with ice packs and water and snacks and usually you’ll bring enough snacks for the others who absolutely adore you for that
  • you also have a tendency to fuss over him whenever he overexerts himself because he’s a very big overachiever in sports and academics and sometimes you gotta threaten to withdraw your kisses and affections just to get him to settle down honestly
  • his roommates were so happy to hear how things turned out for you two and they go out of their way to tease him whenever you’re around and dear god Jin
  • well when he found out you two got together, he saw y’all holding hands and he literally sat you both in the lounge, brought out some snacks and just chatted with you
  • to jungkook, this was horrendous but you loved chatting with jin because he’d lay out a bunch of things about kook like how he isn’t the cleanliest and you shouldn’t be surprised to find anything and everything under his bed and how there was one time when jungkook spent an hour googling how to work the washer and dryer were right by the bulletin board in the room and that’s when kook lost it and dragged you away
  • it was then decided that jin approved of you tho
  • bc after the season when everyone is still training after, jungkook’s shoulder was bothering him and he refused to admit that he might’ve overexerted it and you stormed over to the dorm and scolded him for not taking proper care of himself before running around just to grab some ice packs and just a mini kit of dealing with this brat and jin just knew that you’d take care of this kid so he leaves y’all be and even closes the door to the dorm tho you pay no attention as kook starts opening up to you
  • even on days when he feels his worst like he feels like everyone depends on him and he’s not sure if his abilities are good enough since his shoulder’s constantly bothering him and all you think to do is give him words of advice and kissing him to let him know that he isn’t alone
  • because although you count on him, you want to be there to support him and well…. jimin and taehyung aren’t in the room and with the ice pack on his shoulder, you climb atop the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him with more and more fervor that he reciprocates
  • you convince him to let you take care of him and you do indeed~
  • the one day he actually loses a game (bc hey no ones perfect) and you’re there doing your best to comfort him he just tells you how much he loves you and is grateful for you being there
  • and holy shit this is the first he’s told you this, you tell him you love him too and god he looks significantly happier
  • on days when you’re at your worst, he tries his best to get your mind of it, taking you on walks to your favorite places and carrying you when you’re too tired
  • other days he’ll even forgo practice, finding the frog leaps on the stairs worth it, when he can pick you up after your volunteer shift just to surprise you with snacks and a semi-well made bento box and boba and it’s just so damn sweet ok
  • you and jungkook manage to complement one another in the best way possible and when you’re both overexerting yourselves you’re there for one another to tell each other to chill
  • to say the least, both of y’all have never been more grateful for a philosophy class even if you both suffered incessantly in that damn class
Just My Type

Originally posted by thenameisvennila

Request: HI! i recently read your entire master list and it’s amazing!! If you could, would you write an ABO fic with Alpha! Dean where like he finds his true mate but she’s nothing like the girls he normally goes home with.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: smut, language

A/N: I have so much fun playing with these ABO fics…

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Ishida Akira (Yakumo/Kikuhiko) x Hayashibara Megumi (Miyokichi)


Interview and text: Maeda Hisashi

—The two of you have acted together on many different shows, beginning with Slayers where to you played Lina and Xellos, and Neon Genesis Evangelion where you were Ayanami Rei and Nagisa Kaworu. How did you feel when you found out that you would be acting together in this show?

Ishida: When I found out that Hayashibara-san would be my counterpart, I was like “Oh boy, what a frightening partner…” In a variety of ways.

Hayashibara: What’s this? Where? And how come? …like this, you mean? (chuckles)

Ishida: Oh, no no (chuckles). As everyone is well aware, you’re an incredible actor, right? Such a person is probably strict with themselves, and also with those acting beside them. At least, that’s what I figured.

Hayashibara: “That’s what I figured”…could you make sure that’s in large, bold font? (chuckles)

Ishida: Like, should I try to fake it, with my level of ability, you’d see right through me. You’d see through me no matter what I did, so I put myself on guard right from the start.

Hayashibara: Say what?!

Ishida: It’s especially true for this anime, but even for the other shows we’ve worked on together, I’ve always thought that you’re someone who makes the people you are acting with rather tense, no matter what the atmosphere of the studio seems like on the surface.

Hayashibara: Is that so…how interesting!

Ishida: “There’s so much pressure just in the fact that I have to do rakugo…and on top of that, I’ll be working with Yamadera (Kouichi)-san and Hayashibara-san, huh? Good heavens…” That’s pretty much what it felt like (chuckles).

Hayashibara: As for me, I was offered the part only after Yamadera-san, Ishida-san and Seki (Tomokazu)-kun had all been confirmed. So somewhere in the back of my mind, I feel that, if it hadn’t been you and Yamadera-san in those roles, then it probably wouldn’t have been me either. I’m not sure what it is, perhaps the balance of our voices, or our mentalities, or perhaps the wavelength we’re on, or our bonds in our previous lives (chuckles), but we just match, somehow. It was the same when I did Cowboy Bebop. Ishizuka (Unshō)-san and Yamadera-san were chosen first, and then I came in as the voice between them.

—After you started recording, could you tell us about what you sensed and took from each other’s acting?

Ishida: It was like Miyokichi was moving the story along at my pace, in a good way. Or perhaps, I felt that it was good that they met when the story was moving along. And just as I was becoming comfortable with the atmosphere of the studio where we were recording Rakugo Shinjuu, Kikuhiko was becoming comfortable with Miyokichi—this is probably something that men tend to do, but it felt a bit like a part of me was standing somewhat above her, looking down on her. I’m really glad that there was such an overlap, where the way that my character became familiar with his partner reflected my own experience in the studio.

Hayashibara: As for me, rather than being able to ‘take from’ Ishida-san’s acting, it was all I could do to try and grasp who Miyokichi was. I’m sure that Ishida-san and Yamadera-san both struggled with and spent a lot of time thinking about their own characters as well, but from my perspective, they were already Kiku-san and Sukeroku through and through. Just how could I slip into the space between them as Miyokichi? I wasted a lot of time during the recordings for the first half of the series trying to figure that out.

____Was Miyokichi a difficult character to play?

Hayashibara: Just the other day, I saw the latest episode on TV, and even then I found myself reflecting a little, like “Oh dear, was this correct…?” Which is really unusual for me (chuckles). There’s a line where Miyokichi says “I’m stupid, so…” but what I took from it was “This girl is no idiot, is she?” How much of that is just her acting out the part, and how much of it is real idiocy? It was pretty difficult treading the fine line between the two. And Kiku-san probably loves that idiocy in the way that a man loves “a woman who is just a little more broken than he is.” Whatever he says, he sees through the way she acts and what he finds on the other side, he loves even more. Or something like that. In playing Miyokichi, I was caught between the two (acting vs. real idiocy). It was in that episode 9 scene with Sukeroku that she finally settled on one side. That line of “Did something happen? I’ll hear you out…”—at first, I was directed to play it more listlessly, as if I’d lost everything. But Kubota Haruko-sensei, the mangaka, was actually at the studio when we recording that episode, and she said: “That line actually represents the point where she starts taking her revenge.” With that, the direction changed again, and I thought to myself “She really is no idiot.” It was then that I finally felt I’d grasped Miyokichi, just a little. Nevertheless, I honestly believe that there are points where her actions are motivated purely because she’s in love, and it’s precisely because she’s a woman who’s almost impossible to grasp that Kiku-san, too, is captivated by her. That’s right, a woman that Kiku-san would really fall in love with—just what kind of woman is that? In pondering that very question, I definitely used parts of my brain that I’d never used before. …hey Kiku-san, what exactly do you love about Miyokichi? (chuckles)

Ishida: (chuckles) Well, if I pick up the thread from what Hayashibara-san has just said, then Kiku has probably never thought that Miyokichi was an idiot. He knows that she’s someone who has used a range of wiles to survive, to get to where she is now. And because he sees her in this way, what he feels for her for her isn’t the kind of romantic love held by the average, modern high schooler who’s in love with his or her classmate. But when she’s there beside him, he finds himself responding to her allure. He’s a pitiful guy, after all. In that way, he lets himself be influenced by her, but at the same time, he’s cooly looking at himself, saying “This isn’t romantic love.” And he probably thinks of himself, of this person looking on so cooly, as “a real slime-ball,” too. But he is simply unable to throw away that feeling of comfort that he gets by being by her side. He’s a weak guy…or rather, an unfair one. In episode 8, he gets angry when he comes back from the regional tour and sees Sukeroku and Miyokichi in an embrace, doesn’t he? Personally, I don’t think he was that angry, not really (chuckles), but I also kind of understand why he was upset. Even though he didn’t regard himself as being in love, he gets irritated at the thought of parting with her. So, I also have to reflect on my performance, just like Hayashibara-san. That scene where Kiku says “I am (being a man). This is the greatest lie of my life”—when we recorded it, I went into the scene taking those words quite literally. But now that I think about it, it’s not like Kikuhiko was prepared to keep their relationship going—that kind of thought was probably in the back of his head, too. Hence, I’m sure that those words that he said to Sukeroku were, at some level, a lie aimed at deceiving himself as well.

Hayashibara: There are so many emotions on the other side of “I love you” that we no longer know which of them are right and which of them are wrong. In particular, in the middle part of the show, I felt like I was waiting for the directors’ guidance with regards to what was coming out of me naturally at that time. But if we think about it, that’s what real romantic love is like. It’s not like you’re reading out a love letter that expresses everything clearly in a set number of words. The attitude your partner takes at any particular point also changes the words you use, and it’s not as if it will play out the way you have planned. In that sense, even those elements of my performance that I thought may have been incorrect, may have been right as far as results go—I’ve been trying to think about it along those lines without trying to justify myself. Beyond that, all that remains is to leave it up to the viewers to decide how they feel about it.

—How do the two of you perceive Sukeroku?

Ishida: He’s someone who is real to the bone, with no artifice.

Hayashibara: Yup, I’m with you there. And that’s why he gets messed up (chuckles). Miyokichi envied him, just because he and Kiku-san got along too well. Something may have happened in Manchuria as well, but she simply has no interest in a guy who foolishly tries to woo her, so openly, too, despite knowing that she’s his master’s mistress (chuckles). In the end, a man like Kiku-san is more appealing to her—someone who fights to restrain himself, thinking “I can’t touch her because she’s my master’s,” but who gradually loses that fight and lays his hands on her. Hence, if Kiku-san hadn’t gotten involved with her, I don’t think she would have taken any interest in Sukeroku.

—And that did not change even after she took him back to her hometown?

Hayashibara: Because this was her revenge. But since Sukeroku just has so much warmth about him, I think that being with him may have felt comfortable to her. In that sense, she may have felt at times that he was causing her to forget (what she wanted). With Kiku-san, he’s so cold that she feels that she has to warm him up, but Sukeroku is just warm, unconditionally warm. Like the stomach of a golden retriever (chuckles). That kind of warm, comfortable feeling.

Ishida: I think that Kikuhiko has always been frustrated and envious of how Sukeroku found success with his completely different way of living, but if you ask me whether he felt something particular when he saw Sukeroku and Miyokichi’s together, then I suspect that he probably didn’t. In fact, given that he was, at that time, thinking that it wouldn’t be a good idea to keep dragging things out with Miyokichi in that way, it was like a godsend to him. Not that he’d say it, but I suspect that he probably felt something along the lines of “Thank you for creating the opportunity for me to break up with her.”

—As for Kikuhiko and Sukeroku, it was like they had a shared fate through rakugo, but it was ripped apart because of Miyokichi. How have you interpreted that aspect of the story?

Ishida: Kiku probably wouldn’t have ever imagined that, as a result of him dumping Miyokichi, that she would move to the countryside with Sukeroku. And there’s no way he would ever have wanted such an outcome.

Hayashibara: But if I look at it not from Miyokichi’s perspective but simply as a viewer, whether Miyokichi had been there or not, I feel that it would have been difficult for Sukeroku to continue doing rakugo in Tokyo. He would probably have distanced himself from Kiku-san, don’t you think?

Ishida: I suspect that Kikuhiko probably didn’t think of such a possibility. Sukeroku was getting a lot of backlash because of what he was doing, what he was aiming for, and a lot of problems were arising as a result. But fans were also full of praise for for his amazing performances. Hence, whilst it would have been best if Sukeroku did not cause any problems, but if he did, then Kikuhiko intended to continue backing him up. And I think there still was quite a way to go before he ran out of patience.

Hayashibara: I see…then Miyo-chan did indeed take Sukeroku away… That girl really is no idiot. The “revenge” that Kumota-sensei spoke about was that very act.


Shore Leave : Beautiful

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Part One - Midnight Whiskey   Part Two-  Suprise

Part Three- Beautiful   Part Four- Screwed

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The kitten's awake | OtaYuri

A/N: Oh my, I am no senpai ^^;; I hope you enjoy this, dear 💕 I’m sorry if you find a few mistakes, I wrote this from my phone.

Summary: Otabek Altin didn’t want to do this.

Words: 1,387 (under the cut)

Otabek felt his cheeks burning as soon as he opened his eyes, Yuri’s face millimeters away from his face. He was still asleep, long eyelashes resting upon the softness of his slightly pink cheekbones and mouth slightly opened, letting out soft snores that sounded no more than kitten’s purrs.

Yuri scrunched his nose when a strand stray of hair tickled its tip and Otabek chuckled, using his fingers to carefully remove it, his fingertips tracing the side of Yuri’s face, from his forehead to his chin, making Yuri sigh and snuggle the side of his face deeper into his pillow.

Only when he started to move to get up from bed, Otabek noticed that his legs were messily tangled with Yuri’s, who groaned just a little when he felt his body being moved. Otabek let out a long sigh as he tried to get his legs back from the mess. He made it just after a few tries and about two or three whines from Yuri.

The tiles were just slightly cold under his bare feet as he walked to the bathroom, doing his needs, brushing his teeth and washing his face before leading to the kitchen where the first thing he did was put some water and coffee into the coffeemaker.

He stretched his arms up, his spine popping into place and the muscles of his legs hurting just a little bit after a little training with Yuri the previous day. Training that only consisted into a very giggly Yuri chasing Otabek around the ice because he stole a pirozhki from his lunch.

Otabek smiled at the memory, his cheeks only warming a little bit remembering Yuri’s smile as he poured some coffee in two cups. Taking a sip from his cup, he checked the clock up in the wall and letting out another sigh, he decided he needed to wake up Yuri now.

“Well look at you”, Otabek whispered, looking at a still sleeping Yuri who was laying on his back, blanket covering past his hips and down to his ankles. “Aren’t you the most comfy kitten in the house, Yuri?”

Otabek sat on the bed right beside Yuri and he chuckled when he noticed Yuri’s shirt all the way up to the bottom of his ribs, flashing his toned belly. Otabek smiled and leaned down to kiss the warm skin, Yuri hummed a little.

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Okay it’s a canon thing that will uses every excuse under the sun to go to the city of bones to see jem but what about TESSA????
“sophie, will and I are off to the city of bones”
“i seem to have developed a huge bump on my stomach that seems to grow with each passing day, i fear it may be benedict lightwood controlling a worm parasite from the grave to spite will and myself”
“Ur still going anyway aren’t you”
“can’t be too safe bye dont tell charlotte” she says as she struts out of the institute, high-fiving will along the way while mouthing, nailed it

Just Watch

Originally posted by 11-up


Warnings: Vouyerism? 

“You guys sure you don’t want to come with us?”

“We’re sure,” you reassured Jinhwan with a smile, “the movie’s just getting to the good part.”

Hanbin nodded beside you and picked up the remote. “I wanna know who the killer is. But you guys have fun.”

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anonymous asked:

is there a special way that doctors amputate fingers? is it just clean cut across the finger or do they have to cut along the finger bone to the hand? (apologies for my bad english)

Hey there nonny! Thanks for the ask. Your English is just fine, I understand what you mean! 

There are two ways this could go. Either they can cut directly across the bone, or they might disarticulate the knuckle – that is, amputate a little further back and essentially separate the bones of the knuckle and turn the nice, smooth bone of the proximal phalanx (finger bone) into the basis of the stump. 

Of course, they also need to leave enough skin to cover the stump and suture it, and there are consideration to be made for the blood vessels – they need to be ligated (tied) to keep them from bleeding all over the place. 

Hope that’s what you needed! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Aries- If you listen to Radiohead’s “KID A” album, you will feel a little better.

Taurus- Overthinking things is the cause of your heartburn.

Gemini- You are loved. You need to know that. A homeless person told me.

Cancer- Meditation won’t make her come back, poor Cancer.

Leo- Sing your heart out, Leo. Just do it alone. We are sick of how pitchy you are.

Virgo- Cow hearts make for good meatballs. You just don’t know it because you haven’t tried it.

Libra- Sex is a bandaid over your psychological scars. If you’re going to bone, do it because it’s fun, not because you’re angsty.

Scorpio- Your novel is coming along nicely.

Sagittarius- Hang out with an Aries so they can introduce you to Radiohead properly.

Capricorn- There is no reason to cry, but since when has that stopped you before?

Aquarius- When you stop and think about it in a big multiverse way, some version of you really is perfect. Just not this one, you smug fuck.

Pisces- Take a sip of water than whisper one two three one two three. This is how you develop OCD.

Deadly Fun || McKirk-Tober Day #1

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

McKirk-Tober Day #1 || Devil’s Snare

Title: Deadly Fun

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS) (with a dash of Harry Potter)

Relationship: McKirk 

Warnings: strangulation, vulgarities

Summary: Jim and Bones have a run-in with a deadly plant

Pre-A/N: For all/most of these, I will be doing pre-author’s notes and post-author’s notes. The Pre-A/N will be noting any info about the work I feel is important to know before you read (without spoiling it) and the Post-A/N will explain more now that the fic was read. 

For this fic, the most you need to know before reading this is that Jim and Bones have known each other for several years already. They’re also wizards. Everything else sort of gets explained along the way. I also just want to apologize a head of time because this is an open ending…

McKirk-Tober Masterlist

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Originally posted by uuuhshiny

Prompt: H! :) absolutely love your fics! Been obsessed with them lately! I was wondering if you could do a Bones x reader imagine involving reader’s creepy ex whoose maybe on board the enterprise for one reason or another! With lots of jealous Bones? Thanks!
Word Count: 1475
Warnings: Stalker, creepy, feeling violated
Author’s Note: I hope that none of you feel this way

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Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: It’s here! Part Twenty six! I’m not tagging anyone tonight, as I’m falling asleep posting it. But, I will sometime tomorrow- my day off (for the most part). If you’d like to read, and haven’t yet, my master list is available further down- or you can search ‘masterlist’ in my blog. It should pull it right up. You should also be able to find it if you search for the title. The previous part DOES have every part linked, so if you’re returning and missed any, feel free to find it that way. Or, you can wait. Up to you! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

UPDATED REALLY FAST! If you noticed I missed something, please let me know, and I’ll fix it as soon as I can!

Previously: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty One | Twenty Two | Twenty Three | Twenty Four | Twenty Five

Originally posted by deanthekingofhell

Warnings: Heated make out scene. Minor editing. And, that’s all I believe. This chapter is mostly plot!

Word Count: Roughly 2500

Sam watched as you tore your shirt open, not caring that the buttons popped off in the process. Slamming the door behind you as you discarded the cloth in record time. Your shorts were kicked off before you ever reached the bed he was sitting on. The dark green lingerie barely covered you as you moved to straddle him, pushing his book away without a second glance. He didn’t get a chance to admire the view before you bent down to press your lips greedily into his.

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Naive {Part 2}

A lot of you guys wanted a part 2 for Naive, so I wrote it. Ugh, I hope you guys like it because this took me a day and a half to come up with eek. I also added another part for those of you who have read this.

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Eerie V

//Chen x you 💙  (somewhat 💜  maybe?)

Word count: 2,081

Part I   VI

@lets-learn-this let’s say, you ask I deliver. Hey, guys, you’ve made it! I updated Eerie, say thanks to Jongdae for being totally sexy with that crane in his hands. I appreciate. Let me only remind you that, Magic, Fabled and Eerie are in the same universe, so every single one of them is a stripper. Which they try to prove in  Artifical Love, and no one is complaining.

“Just don’t talk to me.” Your voice is muffled. No surprise there, since your nostrils are blocked with your own blood.

You can feel Jongdae fidgeting by your side. You don’t look at him, dog tired and uncomfortable on the plastic hospital chair. You heard him apologizing like million times and you are not in the mood to hear it again.

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FNaF SL: Custom Night additional Voice Lines

Hey guys, here we have the additional voice lines from the Sister Location Custom Night for you. Enjoy! :)


- “Save me a dance for another day, perhaps?”
- ♪ “All I do is dance alone;
 but now I hear your flesh, bone;
 I roam these halls along all day;
 But now you’re here - a friend or prey?” ♪


- “I don’t want to play hide and seek!”
- “I’m going to find a way inside!”
- “I’M GONNA GET INSIDE!” (Probably Bidybab)

Funtime Bae Freddy

- “BAWHN BAWHN, let’s not keep our friend waiting!”
- “Knock knock, anybody home?”
- “Ooooh, Birthday Booo~y! ♪ ”
- “Ready or not, here I come!”
- “BonBon, go get ‘em!”
- “Hey BonBon, go get ‘em!”
- “Get ready for a surprise!”
- “Well, hello again! (laughs) Are you ready for Round Two?”
- “What a party pooper!”

Bonnet or Minireena 2

- “Take me with you!” (We think it’s Bonnet, but we’re not sure.)

Take care~


I think....

A/N: I’m so terrible for not proofreading this it’s just that my internet is running out in 5 minutes and I need to quickly upload this. Part 2/the continuation will be up soon, I promise.

For now, just enjoy this

Pairing: Quicksilver x Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, maybe some swearing, I’m not sure.

Summary: A day off is a very rare thing at the X-mansion, so when it does happen to occur, Peter will use it to his advantage to try and hang out with Y/N. The two of them decide to spend the time playing a little game that just might reveal how they truly feel about each other…


The sun beamed luminously onto the freshly cut lawn of the X-mansion, casting a warm orange glow over the entire perimeter that was occupied with groups of students splayed over and across the green patch of grass. Some were conversing avidly, while a few others—the minority—were engrossed in their books, carrying out what you could only assume were study groups.

Today was one of the few—and rare—days off for you and the X-men. A warm tranquil Sunday afternoon, with the entire school—staff and teachers included—spending the day indulging in mindless self-pampering and relaxation.

You particularly had decided that the afternoon would be spent out here—in the sun, on the freshly cut grass, basking the serendipity of it all. Of course, once the news reached Jean—whom you had invited to join you (she turned you down for Scott)—it also somehow managed to reach Peter, who had insisted on taking her place.

And so you let him.

The two of you were good friends from day one, and so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to instigate such offers. But that was the problem. That was all you were. Friends; nothing more.

You lay on your back with your hands folded over your stomach, and your head rested on your backpack acting as a pillow, when you felt it crawl upon your face, and into your y/e/c eyes, causing you to stir slightly.  You shut your eyes, and pulled the visor on your cap lower onto your face, trying to return to your state of relaxation as you sighed contented. Your hand returned to its place on the mid of your belly when you heard Peter speak up.

“Is the sun bothering you?” he asked, concern present in his tone.

You lifted your head of your backpack slightly to turn to him, lifting the visor to reveal your attentive eyes. He was laying but a few inches away from you, his hands tucked under his head of silver, and feet propped up on a ball of both your jackets that he had crumpled together. He had on a pair of boxy silver sunglasses that you had teased him numerous times to throw out, but from the way his head was tilted towards you, you could tell he was looking at you.

You shook your head, shrugging nonchalantly. “Not really. I’ve got this bad boy.”

You pinched the tip of your visor, wiggling it slightly just for enough show.

Peter nodded.

“Alright.” He replied simply, head still craned towards you, but silent. You too remained looking at him, and were about to say something, already parting your lips.

But as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, only a gasp of breath coming out, Peter’s head flopped back so that he was face up.

You shut your mouth, and then mirrored the silver-haired boy, letting your head loll back onto your backpack. You were once again flat on your back, and were about to shut your eyes when—

“You look nice today.” Came Peter’s voice, resonant but yet ever so casual like it always was. It was sort of a trademark of his, his nonchalance, and it fascinated you. For a guy who traveled faster than time itself, the ability to be so suave and laid back was definitely something to appreciate.

“What?” you asked, taken back slightly, then turned your head again so that you were looking at Peter.

He was still looking up at the sky when he replied.

“I said you look nice.” He repeated.

He then let his head mirror yours, and turned it so that he was looking at you. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a tight-lipped smile, and one of his hands shifted from under his head to remove his glasses. You watched as he folded them, and then tucked them away in the front pocket of his jeans, your eyes following his movements. Your gaze shifted back up to his.

You licked your lips and nodded slowly. “Thanks.”

Peter merely nodded in affirmation, and it took a second before he rolled onto his back, his hand going to rest on his stomach instead of under his head. He shut his eyes, and you heard a quiet breath escape his lips.

You were silent for a moment, but decided to speak up.

“It’s not just today, is it?”

Peter’s eyes peered open at the sound of your voice, and he craned his neck towards you, only to catch you already on your back, your gaze fixed on the blue sky above you. He could see the uncertainty that came with your admittedly bold statement. You were practically sweating. The silver-haired boy, however, didn’t try to make much of a scene out of it. In the end, he thought you looked even more adorable when you were nervous.

A brief chuckle fell from the brown-eyed boy’s lips as he replied. “Not even the slightest.”

You turned to look back at him.

“You look nice too.”

“I always do.”

You let a hearty chuckle slip from your lips as you tucked some hair behind your ear. “You’re not wrong about that.”

“I know, I know.” Peter grinned at the beaming sun. “It’s one of my trademarks.”

“Alongside being an absolute ass.” You snorted as you sat up, looking around for you visor to keep the sun at bay.

“You’re too kind.”  Peter’s body rumbled with laughter as he rolled onto his side. He spotted the discarded hat a few feet away, and pointed a finger at it when he realized it’s what you were looking for. “There.”

“Thanks,” You muttered, fixing it onto your y/h/c head.

“So, what else do you think of me, if I may ask?”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”  Peter smirked coolly, his entire causual bravado ever present.

You eyed him incredulously before your face split into a grin.

“You want me to tell you what I think of you? Peter, we’ve known each other for weeks I think you al—“

“C’mon, it will be like a fun game. We can both do it. Here, I’ll go first.” Peter replied, pushing himself up to sit. He crossed his legs Indian style, and turned to you, still wearing a lopsided grin.

“I think you sneeze the loudest among the people I know.”

“Screw you.” You laughed, your face contorting in an incredulous manner.  Peter’s laugh echoed onto you. It was warm, encapsulating, and vibrated all the way into your bones.

“Your turn.” He jerked his chin at you, still smiling.

Your eyes widened, simper fading from your mouth.

“Wait, you’re serious?” You asked. Peter merely nodded solemnly.

You were hesitant, but decided to go along with his antics, nodding your head and trying to think. It took a second or two of silence, Peter’s eyes fixed on you profusely, before you came up with what to say.

“Alright,” you affirmed, gaze fixed on his.

“I think you are one of the most self-absorbed people I know.” You declared, raising your chin in triumph. At that, Peter’s teeth peered from behind his pink lips as he nodded.

“Can’t say you’re wrong.” He chuckled, and you mirrored him.

“Okay, go.” You gestured a lazy hand towards the brown-eyed boy. He nodded.

“I think,..” He bit his lip, mischief twirling in his eyes, “…that you are a complete dork.”

Peter laughed, self amused, as he fired finger-guns at you.

You couldn’t help but shake your head and chuckle.

“Well,” you cocked your head to the side, and looked Peter in the eye, smirking devilishly.

“ I think you’re not as fast as you think you are.” You stated.

Peter let out a gasp, and his hand immediately flew to his chest.

“I think you’re wrong.” He said, his hand still fixed over his heart. A throttling laugh broke through you, sending you falling back slightly, only to catch yourself on your palms as you giggled.

“I think your hair makes you look like an old man.” You supplemented, feeling the prick of the grass blades in your skin.

“Well, I, on the other hand, think it makes me look wiser beyond my years.”

“I think you’re an idiot.”

“I think you’re on to something, honestly…” peter grinned widely, and the both of you burst out into howls of laughter that you’d been suppressing.

Peter tilted forward, his shoulder shaking with each breath that left him as you mirrored him.

A second, two seconds, three, passed, and the two of you were somewhat back to normal. Remnants of your smile remained on your lips as you looked up from the patch of green grass and into Peter’s eyes. They were already set on you, and by now, he had stopped laughing. He was instead staring at you as you giggled mindlesly, the corner of his mouth twitched up in an almost smirk, and his tongue lightly resting on his bottom lip. If you’d looked just a little higher, you’d find that his pupils were dilated.

You remained with shoulders shaking over so slightly, and furrowed your brow at him.

“What?” you asked, eyes squinted ever so slightly.

Ever so slowly, a soft warm smile began to spread onto  the silver haired boy’s face.

He nodded his head at you.

“I think you look really cute when you smile like that.”


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Walk with a Vampire Pt. 2 (V) *NSFW*

Part 1

Tightening your grip on the canvas grocery bags, you strained your ears to ignore the various noises of the city and focus. Your blood ran cold as you picked up on the steady sound of light footsteps behind you. The sky was beginning to darken; you had woken up late due to Taehyung having tired you out last night. Yesterday, Taehyung had been there to protect you but it had not crossed your mind that your follower last night was a stalker. You had stupidly assumed it was a onetime thing, some depraved creep or murderer, and gone out to get groceries. You mentally scolded yourself as you realized you had put your life at risk all because you were craving avocados. If you had your phone, you could have just called the police, or Taehyung. You tried to slow your racing thoughts and focus on the situation at hand. To test whether whoever was behind you was really stalking you, you slightly sped up your steps. When your follower followed suit, you stopped trying to deny the danger you were in and continued to walk back to you apartment.

With the darkness beginning to bleed into the sky, you hoped Taehyung would come visit. You wanted someone at the apartment with you because of how on edge, how afraid you were. You continued walking, hoping your stalker would stop at stalking and you would be able to call the police once you got home. When your apartment building came into view, you couldn’t help but sigh audibly in relief. Usually, you had a love hate relationship with the dingy apartment building. It looked more like a roadside motel than an apartment building to be honest. But seeing it now, it was the most beautiful thing, and hearing the continued footsteps behind you, you couldn’t help but break into a sprint once you got to the stairs with your follower continuing after you. Hearing him run after you, your heart dropped and you desperately tried to get into your apartment as quickly as possible, holding your key ready in your hand as you rushed towards the door.

You managed to swiftly get the door unlocked and slip inside but right as you were closing it, a hand shot into the apartment. You slammed the door down onto your stalker’s hand but he quickly moved forward, forcing his way through the door. You grabbed a high heel sitting in the entrance and lobbed it hard at his head before running further back to the kitchen to search for a weapon. You heard your attacker continuing after you and you had just managed to wrench open the silverware drawer when he grabbed you from behind. You threw your head back, trying to head butt him and he loosened his hold on you momentarily, allowing you to rush forward to grab a knife. You were just about to turn around when he slammed you forward, causing your head to bang into the counter and pinning your body against the drawer. The force caused you to drop your knife and with the sound of it clattering against the floor rang in your ears as you realized you were trapped. Leaning all of his weight onto your body, the man leaned down to talk into your ear.

“Yesterday, who was that man?” his breath was uncomfortably hot against your face and you winced.

“Who the hell are you?” you question back, not wanting to give in.

“I’ve always watched over you. I’m your guardian angel. I have always kept you safe. I was so worried yesterday,” he rambled and you felt yourself growing paler and paler with every word. This guy was crazy. You fell mute as you hoped he might eventually back off as he rambled. “I saw you at the park. You were so beautiful. You deserve someone like me, not him. Who was he?” he asked again.

“You say you’re my guardian angel but this is not what I would call guarding,” you said referring to the current situation. “As for who that man was, he was my guardian angel considering he saved me from you and your nice guy bullshit.”

You mentally cursed your unending desire to sass obnoxious shits like this guy but another part of you really didn’t have time for his creepiness. You suddenly realized you had not screamed and considering how thin the walls of your apartment were, beat yourself up for not having thought to do so earlier. Screaming at the top of your lungs, your attacker freaked out and pulled you back by your hair to try and cover your mouth to muffle the scream. He started to try to drag you out of the kitchen but you thought the whole time, biting down hard on his hand. He pushed you away and you fell to the ground. You quickly got up, expecting to have to fight him again but once you were standing and could properly look, he was gone. Shifting your gaze slightly to the right you saw that Taehyung had him pinned on the ground, twisting your attackers arm just a smidgen to far behind his back.

“I should have gotten you yesterday,” Taehyung said in an unhappy deadpan as he came dangerously close to dislocating the man’s shoulder. He looked up at you, his bright eyes worried but stern. “Are you okay?”

“Mostly, yeah, I think,” you said as you were finally able to relax, your body shaking slightly from the adrenaline which had just previously surged through it.

“Call 119,” Taehyung said as he continued to sit on the man on the floor, reaching into his back pocket and throwing your phone to you.

“Oh thank god, you found it,” you said dialing the police.

Once you had, Taehyung had you go wait outside for the police and you thankfully left the mess of any apartment as Taehyung eyed your stalker with contempt. Walking out, you leaned against the cool wall of the outside walkway, waiting for the police. You head pounded and your whole body ached from the fight but you felt like you did more damage to the stalker and that made you feel surprisingly satisfied. You saw the bright lights of police cars in the parking lot and you brought them up to date as they entered the apartment. As soon as the police were in the room, Taehyung got off of the stalker and rushed over to you. You gave held onto his shirt, searching for an anchor as the police handcuffed the stalker, who had a freshly dislocated shoulder thanks to Taehyung.

Before you knew it, you were both in the police station giving your sides of the story. The entire time, Taehyung comforted you. Either with words, whispering how sorry he was that he couldn’t be there sooner, congratulating you on how you had beat up stalker, or with simple touches. Both on the way to the station and once you were there, he gently ran his hands through your hair or rubbed the side of your neck, telling you silently everything would be okay as his eyes were trained on everything around him, watching for threats.

“We should go to the hospital,” he suggested worriedly as he observed fresh bruises forming along your arms and collarbone as the two of you waited after giving statements.

“I’m fine, really,” you tried to protest, just wanting to go home but as soon as you were finished at the station, Taehyung had dragged you to the hospital to get checked for a concussion. Taehyung himself couldn’t keep his hands off you, constantly making sure you weren’t bleeding and you had no broken bones before resuming to his comforting touches.

Once the doctor had finally affirmed you were okay, Taehyung had taken you home. In the cab on the way there you laid your head on his shoulder without thought, thoroughly drained. He reached the arm you weren’t leaning on up to run his fingers through your hair again and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

You woke up to Taehyung trying to pick you up to carry you into the apartment.

“I can walk. I’m awake,” you said quietly as you moved to get out of the car.

“You don’t need to walk though,” he retorted with a smug smile as he proceeded to pick you up anyway. He brought you up to your apartment and set you down and you sighed when you saw what a mess it was. Various shelves had been knocked down in the fight and the silverware drawer had at one point been entirely pulled out from the counter, laying now on the floor. You moved to start picking stuff up, not wanting to just leave it on the floor, but Taehyung wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pushed you along to the bedroom, spinning you around and sitting you down on the bed.

“You need to rest before anything. I’ll clean,” he said, nonchalantly caressing the side of your face.

“Or, we could both rest and then we could both clean,” you suggested bring your hand up to his to hold it. You pulled his hand down towards the bed to bring him closer to you, holding his gaze the entire time before finally closing your eyes as you kissed him. He moved so his legs were on the bed, slowing leaning down as he kissed you until you were laying down on the bed. He brought his hand from yours to cradle the side of your face as he kissed you, the other dipping beneath the hem of your shirt to rub small circles along your side.

His kiss was incredibly soft, as was his every touch. You could tell he desperately wanted to feel every inch of your body but was holding back. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment and looked at you, slightly unsure.

“Tae, it’s alright,” you said moving your hands to his face.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You’re already all bruised…” he brought a hand up to ghost over the bruise forming along your shoulder before going up to rest on the bandage on your neck. “And I’ve hurt you too.”

“Who put this bandage on me?” you asked firmly.

“I did.”

“Who dislocated the shoulder of the bastard who nearly killed me today?”

“I did.”

“Who saved me from the same bastard yesterday?”


“And who found my phone?”


“Taehyung, I think you do more good than harm.”

“But I’ve still done harm.”

“Look, I donate blood all the time and, honestly, that’s more painful than you biting me because they can never find my vein,” you said exasperated. “This has been a really hard day and you have helped me to get through it so much. I know you’re holding yourself back right now so just stop, let go.”

He hesitated for one moment before rushing to meet your lips with his. His kiss was still gentle, but also deep and feverish. He pulled your shirt up and broke the kiss to take it off, taking off his own before resuming the kiss. He unhooked your bra and slid it off your shoulders, throwing it to the side. His hands slid up your torso, to massage your breasts as he kissed you. He moved his kiss down your jaw and down your neck and began to suck along your collarbone. The cool feeling of his mouth was refreshing, healing even, and you brought your hands up to run them over his tan, toned chest before holding onto his shoulders to pull him closer to you. He resisted for a moment only to get up take off his pants, giving you a look to take yours off too. He retrieved a condom from his wallet and slid it on. You quickly unbuttoned and kicked off jeans as you watched him slide the condom on. You were about to take off your panties when Taehyung stopped you, taking them and slowly pulling them off himself before situating his face between your legs. His tongue began to swirl around your clit and you instantly brought your hands to his hair for an anchor. He continued to slowly swirl his tongue around your clit as his fingers ran up and down your folds slowly. Eventually he slid one long finger in and began to pump it in and out as he sucked lightly on your clit. After a short while, he added another finger, hooking them slight so they hit your g-spot as continued to finger you. You moaned his name and your grip on his hair tightened as he returned to massaging your clit with his tongue. You wanted him to continue forever but he pulled away from your clit and slipped his fingers out from you. He cleaned them off with his mouth before grasping your upper thigh. He brought his mouth down to wetly kiss it before biting down. You bit your lip at the initial bite but soon found yourself relaxing as he sucked at the erogenous zone. He eventually brought his mouth away, licking at the wound slightly before crawling up your body to kiss you again, his mouth soft and coppery. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment to situate his lower body before returning to kiss you as he easily slid in. You moved your hips in rhythm with his as he fucked you deeply but gently. His hands returned to your breasts, massaging them and, every so often, pinching slightly harder, causing you to moan. Taehyung meanwhile expressed his pleasure in the low moans he made as he kissed you, the sound of his low voice incredibly sensual. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders and broke the kiss to pull him towards you and suck lightly along his neck and collarbone, claiming him as yours. You could hear his moans and feel his breath on your ear and you relished in your proximity. You let your head fall back against the bed again as you felt yourself nearing your climax. He kissed you again hard, his tongue mingling with yours and you quickly felt yourself reaching the edge. Your muscles clenched and your nails dug into his shoulders as you came. Taehyung quickly followed suit, letting out a guttural groan as he did before pulling out and throwing the condom away in the bed side trashcan. He immediately flipped back over and pulled you close to him. He wrapped his arms and legs around you and you laughed at him but didn’t push him off. He laid his head against your chest and you simply ran your fingers through his hair.



“You definitely aren’t harmful.” He looked up at you and smirked slightly before returning his head to your breast.

“What am I then?”

“Hmm… healing?” you said jokingly, but with a bit of truth.

“Then I guess I’ll have to come by often to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’d be thankful,” you said leaning up to place a kiss on his head.

Taehyung snuggled closer to your body and with him holding you, you were able to quickly fall asleep, tired from the day’s events.

anonymous asked:

Ok I have the GROSSEST prompt for you, I apologize in advance: my anat profs always suggest that we study the muscles & bones on another person so we can kind of figure out the geography of them on someone who isn't a cadaver (eek). So (i think you see where I'm going with this) Clarke studying musculoskeletal anat on Lexa bc I think it would be so damn adorable !!!!

‘this better wash off.’

you laugh. ‘it’s just a ball point pen, lex.’

lexa huffs beneath you, into the mattress. you’re perched on her hips, her small back, and you’re sure she’s uncomfortably turned on, because you are too, but you really have to get this down for your anatomy exam, and you want to write things out at least a little bit because spelling isn’t your strong suit at all.

Keep reading

I was inspired by this BEAUTIFUL piece of art by @thacmis. I hope it’s alright that I wrote something for it! Thank you for everything you do for this fandom <33333333


The opportunity comes in the dead of night, without warning.

Erik’s cell is shapeless and suffocating in the darkness, and the sudden flare of torchlight in the hall wakes him like a rising sun. There are muffled voices in the distance, a shout echoing off stone, and Erik can touch metal with his second sense, can feel the sharp line of a sword as it plunges into flesh and blood.

He’s on his feet in an instant, sticky sleep fleeing from his eyes in time to see Raven slipping down the corridor looking from cell to cell.

“Here,” he calls and she runs to him in an instant, looking over the complicated wooden lock and door before she’s pulling her battle axe over her shoulder and saying, “Stand back.”

The thump of her axe against the door sets his teeth on edge, overly loud in the isolated silence of the dungeon. Finally she breaks through, wood splintering under the blade and bursting across the moldy flagstone floor. Erik hastily pulls the door open, jagged wood cutting into his palms as he panics for a moment with freedom so close at hand.

“Tell me you have something for this,” he says as he finally joins Raven in the hall, pulling back his sleeve to hold his bands in front of her face in the dim light. She has blades strapped to her ankles and thighs and along her belt and they call to him but he still can’t touch them, imprisoned in the only way that matters.

She shakes her head. “Not yet – I’ve got someone on the outside who thinks he can help.” She hands him her axe and pulls two long, jagged blades from her belt. “You’ll have to make do with that for now.”

He weights the axe in his hand. He feels clumsy and slow without his gift, weeks of torture and isolation stretching bruised skin over his bones, but he tightens his hands along the handle and steps further into the dungeon.

“Where are you going?” Raven hisses impatiently. He steps up to the first door, and then the next, checking each cell and finding nothing. Raven follows closely, watching the stairs leading back up into the castle with tension and frustration radiating off of her skin. Finally he comes to a cell with someone inside, a figure in white huddled against the back wall. He raises the axe and brings it down against the door, willing his weary body to move, to strike harder.

Finally the door gives way and he’s able to push inside. Charles is still sitting against the wall, but he’s alert now, watching Erik with sharp eyes that look black in the torchlight. Erik holds out his hand, ignoring how it trembles.

“We’re getting out of here.”

He expects Charles to scramble to his feet, to take his hand and press his thumb in between the sharp bones of Erik’s knuckles like he did when they were children. Instead Charles’ mouth firms stubbornly, and he shakes his head.

“No - Erik, you need to go.”

It’s so at odds with his fantasy that he reels for a minute. He stumbles forward, reaching for Charles who pushes his hands away. Above them the clatter of sword play gets louder, moving closer and becoming more chaotic.

“Erik…” Raven murmurs from the doorway as Charles twists his wrist out of his grasp.

“Erik, go,” he chokes and now that he’s closer, Erik can see the track of tears down his cheeks, his face drawn and pale and miserable. He falls to his knees at Charles’ side.

“What did he do?” he whispers, his heart and stomach swimming nauseatingly at the back of his throat.

“Go - please go,” Charles begs, shoving at his shoulder. Erik grabs his hands and Charles cries out in pain, a horrible, wounded noise that Erik is sure will haunt him in the nights that follow. Charles curls forward, his forehead nearly touching Erik’s shoulder.

“What is it?” His ears are ringing and his own voice sounds muted, a low, unfeeling monotone.

“It’s my legs. My legs, Erik, oh god - “

A pure and unholy wrath fills Erik like a tidal wave of fire and he nearly blacks out. His hands cling to Charles like a lifeline and he waits for his vision to clear.

“I’ll carry you,” he says, and moves to stand, but Charles shakes his head, panicked.

“No, no - Erik you have to go. You have to get out.” Erik’s hands go to his face and he grips him tightly, his thumbs pressing into the soft curve of Charles’ cheek.

“I’m not leaving you. I won’t.”

A voice cries out from above, followed by the heavy sound of footsteps.

“Erik,” Raven says again, louder. Erik holds Charles tighter and wishes they were back at his mother’s cottage by the sea, playing on the shore in the safety of the sand and not adrift in a churning ocean, the leviathan swimming at their ankles preparing to swallow them whole.

“Don’t make me do this.” He can feel tears on his own cheeks now, hot and bitter and blurring Charles’ image in his eyes. “Please.”

“I would if I could,” Charles says, holding up his wrist and his own suppression bands.  “I’m asking you instead.” There is a crash from above, broken glass or ceramic and they both jump. Charles puts his hands against Erik’s chest, his face white with fear. “Go.”

Erik holds him for a moment longer, memorizing his face in the dim light.

“I’ll be back,” he whispers fiercely. “We’ll be together again. I promise.”

Charles nods and winds his fingers into Erik’s shirt, clings to him with two fists pressed against his heart. And then he pushes him away.

Later Erik will destroy the old table in Raven’s cottage in the woods, his fury pummelling through wood and rusted nails. Later he will choke back the scream that is howling inside his chest until his throat aches, until his veins feel ready to burst from his skin. He will curse himself for leaving Charles behind and condemn his own stupidity, his own frailty. He will conjure a million nightmares about what will happen to Charles in that dungeon and live in the hell of his own creation.

He will allow Raven to bandage his hands and wonder why he didn’t tell Charles that he loved him.

He will remember his promise, and begin to make plans.

Mr. Walking-I.E.D

Summary: Liam has a crush on Scott’s step-sister

Note: Not really sure how I feel about this but oh well. I figured I’d post it anyways.

“Okay, let me get this straight.” Stiles poised his hand in the air, ready to tick off the things he was going to list on his fingers. “You’re telling me that you’re in love with Scott’s half-sister that he found out he had four months ago which led to him shifting in front of her which led to her knowing everything?”

           “Yep.” Liam nodded, feeling rather glum. The two boys were seated on the sidelines, completely ignoring the lacrosse game going on feet away from them. They had bigger problems at the moment.

           “Y/N? Scott’s step-sister? That Y/N? Are you serious?”

           Liam groaned. He was starting to become frustrated with Stiles. “Yes! Y/N! That Y/N! Why don’t you say it a little louder; maybe Scott will be able to hear you over the crowd- hell, maybe Y/N would be able to hear you, too.”

           Stiles rolled his eyes. “Okay, calm down, Mr. Walking-I.E.D.. I really do not want you to shift and accidentally rip my face off. I’m kind of fond of it.”

           “I’m fine.” Liam grumbled. “I just don’t know what to do. All I can think about every moment of every day is her. It’s driving me crazy.”

           “Hmm.” Stiles mulled over the new information.

           “Is that bad?”

           “I’m mildly concerned. Mildly. It’s a little creepy, dude. Then again, I’m not really one to talk, but I’ll admit that I’m a hypocrite, so-” Liam sent him a look that had Stiles backpedalling. “Okay, okay, I think in this situation, at this stage, you’re supposed to ask her out. If she likes you, that is. If. Does she like you?”

           Liam bit down on his lower lip, glaring down at his muddy cleats. “I don’t know.”

           Stiles snorted. “You don’t know? Great.

           “Alright, sarcasm really isn’t helping right now.” Liam growled. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t even know why I asked you anyway.”

           “I can’t just forget it, Liam. I’m incapable of forgetting this. It’s a juicy tid bit of information. People’s brains are practically hard-wired to remember this kind of stuff.” Stiles examined the field briefly, as if an answer would appear among the players. Liam had started some kind of retort, but Stiles cut him off. “Why don’t you just tell Scott? That way he can see if she likes you.”

           Liam shot to his feet. “Are you crazy?” He hissed. “Tell Scott, who happens to be Y/N’s brother, and also my Alpha? Are you out of your mind?”

           Stiles’s eyes tightened. “No.” He said evenly. “Why does everyone always ask me that?”

           “Because your ‘game plans’ and ‘grand ideas’ freaking suck.”

           “Do you want to chill, maybe? Your eyes are becoming the glow stars on my ceiling.” Liam raised his eyebrows at that, inquiring, “You have glow stars on your ceiling? How old are you?” Stiles just rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time that night.

           “Okay, ha ha, that’s very cute and original. Now, are you going to tell Scott, or am I going to have to?” The second the words had left his lips, Stiles was being grabbed by the collar of his shirt and slammed back against the bench.

           “Don’t you even think about it!” Liam hissed. He could feel his claws pushing through his skin. Gasping, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to reverse the shift- but it was no use. His teeth dug into his lips; his ears bent at awkward angles inside the restricting helmet.

           “Oh… oh God…” Stiles quickly stood, grabbed Liam by the shoulders, and practically dragged him to the locker rooms.


           Liam snarled when Stiles finally yanked off the last of his padding and shoved him under the showerhead. Cold water rained down all around him, making him shiver and growl. He fought against the hold Stiles had on him, snapping his teeth and digging his nails into Stiles’s shoulder pads. Eventually, his struggling came to a stop as the cool water snapped him out of it. Taking a deep breath, Liam clapped Stiles on the arm before sliding to the floor.

           “Thanks.” He wheezed over the pounding of water.

           Stiles snorted. Sometimes he reminded Liam of an extremely skinny pig. “Yeah, sure. Thanks for not killing me.”

           Liam just nodded, closing his eyes and resting his head against the stolid tile wall. He felt tired. He wanted to go home and slip underneath his blue comforter. He knew that he’d dream about Y/N, and that he’d wake up with a pounding heart and shaking hands, but that didn’t matter. Now that someone knew, at least- even if that someone was Stiles, of all people- the whole situation seemed less stressful. Maybe that was because it was one less secret he had to keep.

           “What happened?” Liam jumped at the sound of his Alpha’s voice. His eyes flew open to take in Scott standing beside Stiles, decked out in his lacrosse gear.

           Luckily, Stiles was quick to explain. For once Liam was glad that Stiles was such a talkative person. “Nothing serious. We were talking, I pissed him off, he started to shift, I brought him here to cool him down, and the rest is history. Same old, same old. What are you doing here? Is the game over?”

           Scott dropped his mask on the floor, along with his stick. “No, I just noticed you two were gone so I figured out a way to get benched.”

           Stiles smiled. “Wow, that’s nice. Such a nice thought… well, I’m going to get back to the game and, uh, Liam here has something he wants to ask you about.” Stiles winked before breaking into a half-run, half-walk out of the room when Liam jumped up. Adrenaline and anger electrified his bones, making his eyes lighten once again.

           “No, Liam, calm down.” Scott hurried over to make sure Liam stayed under the water. “Don’t listen to Stiles. Breathe. Change back. You can do this.”

           Slowly, Liam felt his heart beat even out. He squenched his eyes shut. When he opened them again, they were his signature baby blue. He sat down again, and Scott shut off the water before crouching in front of him.

           “Liam,” Scott started. “Tell me what’s going on.” His persuasive tone had Liam’s resolve crumbling.

           “I don’t think you’re going to want to hear it.” Liam’s eyes danced around the room before hesitantly returning to Scott.

           Scott shook his head. “I want to hear it. Tell me. No  matter what it is. You’re my Beta, remember? We’re brothers.” He offered Liam a small smile, but was shocked when Liam’s features twisted into a grossed-out expression.

           “That makes it even worse.” He said.

           “Tell me right now.” Scott demanded. “Please.”

           Liam crossed his arms over his strong chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious. A droplet of water trickled from his hair to skid down his nose. “You know Y/N, right?” Scott raised an eyebrow. “Dumb question, sorry. Well, the thing is… I might actually be kind of in love with her.”

           Scott’s cheeks puffed and then he blew out all the air as his eyes averted Liam’s to favor the wall. He rocked back on his heels before plopping on his butt. “That’s… um, that’s… not really what I was expecting…”

           Liam’s heart dropped into his stomach. He knew it. There was no way that a girl that incredible, that amazing, just… too beautiful for words… could ever like him. He hated himself for even imagining that he had the smallest chance. He focused on the grooves in the tile, trying to keep himself in-check.

           “I mean, I had this same conversation with her right before the game. It’s just a little weird.” Liam slowly raised his head to look at Scott. He wasn’t sure he was hearing his Alpha right. “But she was, um… gosh, she’s going to kill me for this… she was going to ask you out after the game.” Liam’s brow furrowed. Scott smiled, “She’s um, she’s crazy about you.”

           Liam started at this. “Really?” He asked. “You’re not just saying that, are you?”

           Scott laughed. “No, I’m serious! Y/N really likes you, man.”

           A gasp caused both the wolves to jump to their feet. “Scott McCall, you did not just tell him that! That was supposed to be a secret! I told you that I liked him in confidence! Oh my God, this is so embarrassing! I’m going to kill you!”