and jenny shows up and just shuts all that shit down

Adult World (Jungkook smut)

Originally posted by nochuie

Description: You reveal to your friends that no one except yourself has ever made you cum. Jin in particular finds this interesting and dares you and Jungkook to go to the sex shop down the street and purchase a sex toy, for your own benefit of course.

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Taehyung, Jungkook x Taehyung (you know how truth and dare goes)

Basically: Taehyung is a cocky lil shit who features quite a lot. Jin is a mean lil shit and Jungkook is a very helpful lil shit ;)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (so much smut, like damn this was hot to write)

This fic includes: A brief boy on boy scene, swearing, alcohol, sex toys, explicit smut

Word count: 6k

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Jin practically howls with laughter, doubling over himself and nearly falling off the couch with laughter. You’re about to tell him off but Jungkook beats you to it.

“Shut up. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Jin sits up straight, looking down at Jungkook, who sits next to you on the floor, opposite Jin. He wipes the tears from his eyes, his laughter finally dying down. “Hey, don’t you think you should talk to me with a bit more respect?” He prods teasingly, but Jungkook doesn’t seem in the mood, his previous lighthearted spirit vanishing upon Jin’s insensitive comment.

Jungkook’s tone is excitingly stern, but not rude, “Yeah, I’ll show more respect when you show more respect to Y/N.”

You laugh, “Don’t worry about me, Jungkook. I don’t think I can take Jin very seriously, not when I highly doubt he’d even know how to make me or any other girl cum.”

The circle of friends in Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment erupt into comical ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’.

“You got damn burned!” Jimin says, leaning over the bottles in the center of your various seated positions to high five you.

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i loved you, then i lost you {1}

a/n: okay wow i did not expect so many notes on the intro holy shit

(if you see any errors please tell me so i can fix them, thank you <3)

pairing: taheyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary: you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.

Originally posted by tthyung

He cried and cried until he felt as if he had ran out of tears to spill from his fragile soul. You hated seeing him cry - it was like he was another person. His boxy smile would be replaced with wobbly lips, his sparkly eyes now dull and glossy from tears, his skin pale instead of his usual glowing light. You hugged him close to your body, squeezing your eyes tightly and whispering, “It’s not your fault, Taehyung,” over and over again in his ear. He only sobbed even louder, his nails digging deep into your back. “Calm down,” “You’re alright, I’m here,” you told those things quietly to him, although it would do nothing. Taehyung sat there, a sobbing mess, the two of you in the pile of flowers. 

Through the thin curtains hanging over your window, the sunlight was beginning to burst through the glass. You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up from the ground and rubbing your eyes. You glanced at Taehyung, who was peacefully sleeping on the ground as well, your head quickly jerking towards your alarm clock. “Shit!” You shrieked, standing up and rushing to the bathroom, slamming the door and  brushing your hair frantically. You brushed your teeth quickly, running out the bathroom and stumbling to your closet. grabbing a random t-shirt and shorts, hiding in a corner to change into your clothes. Even though he was asleep, there was no way in hell he’d be seeing you half naked. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before grabbing your bag hastily, sneaking a small glance at Taehyung. His hair fell over his eyes slowly, chest rising up and down slowly. You felt yourself smiling at him, crouching down next to him and running your hand through his hair. “Good luck on your date, Tae.” You whispered, running out your room and down to the front door, slipping your feet into black slippers, rushing out the house and sprinting down to pure hell; college.

You took a fearful stare at the clock on your phone, biting down on your lower lip. 9:30. Fuck. 

Slipping into the building quietly and into your classroom, you hung your head low as the others stared at you with mumbles falling out their mouths. “Welcome, (y/n). You’re two hours late. Sit down.” The professor gave you a small smile, motioning to the empty seat next to Yoni. 

“Thanks..” you sighed, walking up the stairs and plopping yourself down onto the seat. “Can I borrow your notes?” You nudged Yoni’s side, nodding at her almost full page of notes. 

“Sure, but don’t take too long. He’s gonna keep talking.” 

You grinned, giving her a short thank you and grabbed your notebook, sliding her paper towards yourself and taking out a pencil. You were halfway through the notes before Yoni poked your arm. “What?” You looked up from your paper, blowing away the hair from your face. 

“You, flowers?” She blinked, her voice raising just a bit. 


“Yeah, in your hair.” She mumbled, gesturing to the back of your head. 

You widened your eyes in alarm, quickly fishing out the flowers from the back of your hair, staring at them in your palms. Jenny shot a sharp glare at you two, putting a finger to her lips and shushing the both of you. “Shh. The professor is staring.”

“(y/n), mind sharing what ya got in y our hand?” He asked, crossing his arms over each other whilst leaning against his desk. You shuffled around in your seat, feeling the eyes of the others burning into your back, holding up the flowers in your hand. “Flowers?” He blinked, squinting at the small flowers scattered around in your hand. Quiet giggles erupted from the back, causing you to jerk your hand back down. Letting out a sigh, the professor shot a nasty glare at you. “You’re already late. Don’t make me lower your grade too.”

“You can-” You slumped down in your seat, puffing your cheeks out in frustration, grumbling quietly under your breath and letting the flowers fall down from your hand.

“(y/n)! I did not ask for you to dirty my floor, clean that up!”

You waited for Taehyung to pick up his phone while you waited outside the college doors, leaning against the walls. Your feet began to tap the pavement as the phone call was answered. “Tae? Are you alright now?”

He breathed heavily in the phone, trying to catch his breath. “ should go stay at one of your friend’s house to-today,” he said quickly, the faint sound of the bed creaking in the back. 

Your stomach churned as the thought filled your head. Taehyung was still in your house, having s- fuck. “Whatever. I’ll get snacks for you later.” You hung up, resisting the urge to throw your phone at the ground. “What the fuck, Taehyung!” You yelled at nothing, stomping yourself down the steps and dialing Jenny’s number. 

“What’s poppin?” Jenny asked, giggling behind her mouth.

You, physically cringing at the ‘what’s poppin,’ groaned out loud. “I’m gonna stay over. Can you bring Yoni too?”

“Oo, this is a rare occurrence. Why? You never come to my house anymore,” Jenny asked slowly, her voice showing obvious signs of confusion. “Is it ‘cause of that Taehyung dude?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You snapped, pushing the hair out of your face again. “Just get ready, okay?”

“Alright. Don’t be a bitch when you come over, I’ll make you drink again.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” You scoffed when she hung up, leaving you with a quiet beep. “Why does everyone wanna hate me some way?” You rubbed your temple with annoyance, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and making your way to Jenny’s house. 

Jenny’s house was quite big - well, big compared to the other houses in her neighborhood. You knocked on the front door, greeting her with a big smile on your face. “I have arrived!” 

Jenny snorted, bringing you into the house. Yoni ran over to the two of you, phone in hand and ice cream in another. “Did you see Suha’s new post?!” She practically screamed as you shut the door behind you, peering at her phone.

“On Instagram?”


“No, I haven’t checked.” You crossed your arms, staring down at Yoni’s phone. Jenny stared down as well, letting out curses of every kind tumbling out her mouth. There, in all it’s glory, was Suha with Taehyung. In your bed. No shirt. Sweaty. 

“They fucked in your bed?!” Jenny yelled, eyes wide and face slightly red. “(y/n)! How could you be friends with that dude?!” She scolded while Yoni shut her phone off, shoving it in her back pocket of her jeans. 

“Shouldn’t they have done it like..somewhere else?” Yoni sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

You glared at the two, grabbing your phone and texted Taehyung. Your fingers went flying across the keyboard.

“What the fuck, Tae. Don’t have sex in my bed.”

The three of you waited until three dots popped up. 

“??? what”

“I saw her post. Don’t do it again, or I’m not going to let you stay over.”

“nooo! (y/n), don’t do that! i promise!!!!!!”

Jenny snatched your phone away, cursing even louder as she typed back in response. 

“Give it, Jenny!” You murmured, grabbing it back. 

“Having sex in her bed? Fuck is wrong with you, little dumb shit? You have any idea we have respect for our own household items? Don’t do it again.”

Yoni stared up at Jenny with a wide jaw, her eyes following her as she entered the kitchen. “Je- I know you’re mad, you didn’t have to go that far..”  

You trembled with anger, grabbing the doorknob and yelling a, “Good bye!” at the two, exiting the house and sprinting away to your house - which we may label as Hell 2.0

You opened the door with a slam, shutting the door behind you loudly. Kicking your shoes off, you locked eyes with Suha. She had her shirt on, finally, and was looking about ready to leave. Her smirk wanted you to slap her, her haunting eyes trailing and burning into you as she left. Light foot-steps followed down the stairs until a man finally came about, peeking his head through the entrance. 

“(y/n)! You’re here!” Taehyung smiled, bouncing over to you. “Where are the snacks?”

“Don’t have them.” You snapped, dropping your bag on the ground and pushing past him to your room upstairs. 


Almost stumbling back from the intense whiff of perfume slapping you in the face, you took a second to breathe. Taehyung inched closer slowly, hesitant to reach his hand out to touch your shoulder. “Come into my bedroom and sit on the bed, Tae.” You sighed, covering your nose and walking into the room, sitting yourself down on a chair. He followed after quickly, settling down onto your bed. “Alright,” you murmured. “How many times have you had sex in my bed and tried to cover it up?”

“Once!” He said quickly, clasping his hands together tightly.


“I’m not lying, I swear!” He smiled nervously. 


He flinched from your voice, avoiding your piercing gaze. “Four times..” he murmured sheepishly, brushing the hair out his face. You leaned back in the chair, letting out a weak laugh.

“Now, tell me.” You crossed your arms, “How many times has she left you on your dates?”

Taehyung shook his head, looking at you with pleading eyes. “Don’t have this conversation again, (y/n)..I do-” He choked, covering his mouth. Your eyes widened when a faint hint of red fluttered through his slender fingers, his eyes also widening before he let out a hoarse gag, putting his hand on the bed. You stared at him with confusion. The flowers only came out when he slept, so wh-

You sucked in your breath. The relationship was getting worse. “Taehyung, tell  me how many times she left you!” You stood up quickly, eyebrows furrowing together as he cried loudly, his chest rising up and down quickly as the flowers tumbled out onto the floor. He shook his head again, bringing himself down on the floor.

“No- I c- (y-” He could barely make a sentence out of the pain he was experiencing, clasping his hands around his throat. “Ca- br- br- brea-th,” he gasped, staring at you with teary eyes. Your eyes widened while you stared at his face which was slowly turning red, rushing over to him.

“Can you not breathe?” You asked quickly, concern splattered all over your face. Taehyung nodded, his shaky hands clutching onto your arms. Panicked, you looked around the room. You didn’t know what to do - your mind went completely blank without a trace of anything to help him. “J-Just try to, um..cough it out, Tae,” you rubbed his back in reassurance, biting down on your lower lip while he heaved on the ground, struggling to get that damned flower out his throat. You sprung up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and sprinted back to your bedroom, setting the cup down on the floor next to you. By now, luckily, Taehyung had gotten the flower out. You felt yourself let a sigh of relief, bringing him close to you. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, squeezing him tight in your embrace. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” He hiccuped in your shoulder, his tears yet again soaking into the material of your shirt. 

“It’s getting w-worse, (y/n)!” He trembled. “I-I couldn’t breathe..” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “I thought I was g-gonna die, (y/n).” You chewed on the skin of your lip, ripping it off in the process. “What if I do die?” Taehyung whispered, his words becoming more clear as he calmed down.

“You’re not gonna die, Tae!” You moved him away so he faced you, a bright smile plastered on your face. “I’m sure she loves you, and this’ll go away soon!”


Every word that bounced up and down from your mouth and into Taehyung’s ears was a lie. Suha wanted his looks, she wanted sex. Every time you told that lie that involved “Suha” and “love” in the same sentence took a sharp knife and jabbed you in the heart, piercing it thoroughly. You wiped your clammy palms on the sides of your shirt while Taehyung frowned, his arm still latched on your arm. 

“I..I don’t believe you, (y/n).” He said with a shaky voice, bringing his hands up to his face. “It’s been two months, and yet, it’s just getting worse!” He looked at you through the slits his fingers made. You stayed quiet, toying with your fingers on your lap. 

“I promise it’ll be better, Tae.” You put your hand over his, patting his hand and standing up. “Go to sleep.”

You turned and faced the door, reaching your hand out to touch the doorknob before you felt arms wrap around your waist. “I’ll trust you, (y/n).” Taehyung whispered before pushing you out the room. 

He shut the door behind you, leaving you alone out in your house. Your heart beat increased quickly and your cheeks began to heat up - you put a hand to your chest, feeling your mouth becoming dry. “Fuck,” you whispered, giving yourself a weak chuckle. “I might be falling for him.”

Taehyung stumbled downstairs with a tired yawn, shuffling to where you were in the kitchen and hugging you from behind. “Good mornin’!” He giggled, placing his chin on your shoulder. “What are you making?”

Your heart thumped as you gripped the handle of the pan tightly. “P-Pancakes.” you replied shakily, clearing your throat and silently cursing at yourself for stuttering. Taehyung stared at you with a confused look, obviously taken back. 

“Did you jus-”

“Sit your ass down and wait for the food!” You yelled, shoving him away. He yelped playfully, laughing loudly and retreating to the couch. Hearing the television turning on, you sighed and flipped the pancake in the pan, shifting it over to a plate. 

“You know,” Taehyung called from the back, eyes focused on the TV screen. “I’m having another date with Suha.”

You poured more batter into the pan, gritting your teeth. “Really? So many dates, Tae.” You forced a very loud laugh, flipping the pancake up too high and barely catching it. 

“Don’t judge!” He huffed, turning around to the kitchen. “I’m gonna make sure I can make her happy so I won’t throw up any more flowers!”

You paused halfway in setting the food down, turning around to face him as well. The two of you stared at each other in silence before you smiled. “Good luck, Tae.” A pang of pain shot into your chest, causing you to flinch. 

“You good?”

“Yeah, go back to watching TV.”


You quickly fixed the food arrangement and walked to the couch, sitting next to Taehyung and setting it onto his lap. “Thank you~” He grinned, cutting into the pancake quickly. You felt a laugh escape your lips as you ate your own pancake. The two of you kept quiet and watched the TV, chatting every once in a while when it felt too silent. You let out a happy sigh - it had been a while since the tow of you had hung out like this before. You were either too busy with college or he was too busy with Suha and going to buy groceries for their date. You bite into a piece of the pancake, smiling at yourself. 

“Oh, I have to go!” Taehyung jumped up abruptly, setting the plate down and rushing upstairs. You stared at him with furrowed eyebrows and cheeks full of pancake, swallowing them slowly.

“Don’t tri-”

“Ow!” He whined, rubbing his shin before continuing to run up the stairs. You groaned, setting your plate down as well. You heard the loud footsteps running all over the place before he finally went back downstairs.

“I forgot this isn’t my house,” he rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling your hair up. “Wish me luck!”

“Whatever, don’t trip again.” You responded quickly, gathering up the plates and returning to the kitchen.

“Hey, why so cold?~” He sang, humming loudly until he finally left the house. The sound of the news reporter echoed through the now empty house, the faint sound of the sink running accompanying the woman’s voice. Rubbing your eyes, you checked the time. 7:30. Damn, you were so glad it was Saturday - it felt as if all the bricks lifted off your shoulders. 

The rest of the evening was uneventful with you only walking around with ice cream and scrolling through Instagram. You chewed on the ice cream while answering a phone call, bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Is this (y/n)?” You froze, taking a moment to process who’s voice this was. 

“Suha? Why are you calling from Tae’s phone?” You snapped, setting the bowl of ice cream down. Suha’s breath quickened and talked quickly. 

“I don’t care what you think right now, come to the cafe down the street. Taehyung got hurt.”

“Excuse me?” You stood up, hurrying over to the kitchen and grabbing your keys. “Why?! How?!”

“He got in a fight!” Her whiny voice blared into your ear, making your cringe and bite down on the inside of your cheek. “If my dad finds out about this, I’ll be fucking burned!”

“I’ll have you know that Taehyung is hurt, stop worrying about your daddy issues!” You yelled into the phone, rushing out your house and running down the street. You weaved through the crowd of people, muttering ‘sorry,’ every five seconds before the small cafe came into your view. A crowd gathered around the opening as you pushed through the others, panting and refocusing your vision.

You felt your heart stop once you looked down at the two boys on the ground, unconscious and bleeding. One was a chocolate haired man who looked about in his twenties, bruises scattered all over his face and arms. Your eyes stared at the other man, recognizing Taehyung in a split second. He too, had bruises and cuts surrounding his porcelain skin, blood dripping down onto the concrete. Not but of course, not least, Suha stood there behind the two, dialing her father. You glared at the crowd, crouching down to Taehyung and picking him up, wrapping his arm around your neck. You stared at him with worried eyes, wondering why he was injured. The possibilities ran through your  mind; 1. He had gotten into a fight, which is probably the most accurate choice at the moment.

2. He got attacked by dogs.

3. This is a dream and an alternate reality.

You cursed under your breath, sending a sharp glare at Suha. “Hey!” You barked, walking over to her and dragging Taehyung with you. “Why didn’t you stop them?!”

Suha stared at you with disgust, putting a hand over the phone receiver. “Excuse me? I don’t wanna be hurt, and they should be the ones protecting me.”

“You have to be kidding,” the crowd gathered around the two of you, muttering beneath their breath. “That has to be the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” You took a step closer, and she took a step back. “Do you realize how much they care for you? Stop acting like you’re a queen, take responsibility and stop being such a bitch!” The words rolled of your tongue smoothly, as if it had been waiting to be released into Suha’s bubble. You smirked at the dumbfounded girl and shoved your way past the people, adjusting Taehyung’s arm. 

“You’re stupid.”

You sat on the couch, waiting for Taehyung to wake up. The whole event confused you - his date was only a few hours earlier, so why had he gotten into trouble already? Was he intimidated? Did he become agitated? The thought of Taehyung becoming angry was scary to you; out of all the years the two of you had been friends together, he had never gotten so angry where he would try to throw a punch at you.

Your eyes settled on Taehyung’s body, watching him slowly wake up. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before he sat up. “Where’s Suha?!” He groaned, holding his jaw in pain and looked around. 

“Sit back down,” you murmured, pushing him back down lightly onto the couch. Taehyung looked at you with confusion, his fists clenched tightly. 

“I thought-”

“You thought wrong, Taehyung.” You snapped, crossing your arms. “What happened?”

“A dude was coming up to Suha and tried to take her away, so I tried to push him away, then..” His fingers pressed against each other, staring at you nervously. The explanation settled down into the depths of your stomach, you letting out a sigh and leaned back. He was so close to finally finding out what she really was, but was too ignorant to see. 

“I’m getting you food, I’ll be right back.” You stood up, freezing when Taehyung grabbed your wrist. 

“Can you stay for a while? I’m fine with just pancakes again, I just don’t like the silence..” He muttered, wrapping his bruised fingers on your wrist. Staring down at him with pity, you fell back down onto the couch and began to card your hand through your hair. 

“You’re so ignorant.” You whispered under your breath, staring at your own hands.

“What?” Taehyung’s ears perked up, staring at you with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, nothing.”

The two of you sat in silence again. The sound of the clock ticking in the background faded away when you both were lost in your own thoughts. You stared up at the ceiling, wondering when you’d break the news to him. Your original plan was to just straight-out tell him without hesitation, but you soon realized he would only think it was a joke and disregard the fact. New plans began to form inside your mind only to break with Taehyung’s special soul. 

“(y/n).” Taehyung whispered, sitting up and scooting over next to you.


“You aren’t angry, right?”

“Of course not.” You responded, staring at his hand crawling over yours and intertwining his fingers with yours. You felt your heart begin to race, thumping wildly against your chest.

“Okay.” He let out a loud sigh, leaning his head on your shoulder. “I’m sleepy, bring me to beeeeddd~” He outstretched his arms towards you, making grabbing gestures with his hands. You smiled, laughing and standing up.

“You’re too heavy to carry, walk yourself!” You grabbed his hand, pushing him towards the stairs.

“I’m hurt!” He clutched his chest, walking up the stairs and into the guest room. 

You giggled to yourself quietly, sitting back on the couch. Grabbing your phone out your pocket, you began to text Yoni. Thumbs flying across the keyboard, you felt a cough bubble up in the bottom of your throat, covering your mouth and coughing quietly. 

The coughs became more and more frequent and painful - you grimaced, feeling a wave of nausea wash over you. Falling to your knees, you let out a loud cough before throwing up. Fuck, you hated that rushing feeling that overcame your senses when you threw up. Rubbing your teary eyes, you gazed down and widened your eyes. 

Varieties of flowers piled up on the wood floor, it’s vibrant colors seeming too beautiful to be able to escape your mouth.

You rubbed your eyes again; this wasn’t..right? Looking up, you bit down on your lip. Taehyung was a deep sleeper, there was no way he could hear you. Your stomach churned as you stared at the flowers, tears dripping down your face.

“Why did it have to be him, out of all the people,” you whispered, hugging yourself tightly.

Kim Taehyung was in love with Suha  - and you were in love with your best friend, Kim Taehyung.

a/n: this is very short kill me, i promise ill make the length of the posts longer when more parts are added (also since i’m dumb and don’t know how to reply to things, the hanahaki disease takes place when you have a one sided love) 

Turn About is Fair Play

“Jared stop!” I cry out, pleading with him. “I can’t laugh anymore!  Please!” I catch my breath and take a sip from my water bottle.

Jared turns to Shannon and continues talking in this ridiculous voice. “She thinks I’m gonna stop because she said please.” He looks at me, then back to his brother. “She doesn’t know me at all.” The uncontrollable laughter returns and I choke on my water, spitting it across the bar in their direction causing Shannon to bust out laughing. I cover my mouth with my hands and continue laughing, trying to apologize, but when Jared refuses to stop I pick up the sprayer from the faucet and point it in his direction.

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Big bro - Jordie Benn

A/N: HELLOOOO! I wrote this when I was on the train. I didn’t want all my imagines to be about couples and romantic, soI decided to change it up a little. I hope you like it! Again, I apologize for any mistakes.

Word Count: 745

Warnings: Mild swearing.

Originally posted by brosillustrated

“C'mon Jordie!” I say, grabbing him by his sleeve and pulling “if we miss the beginning I am going to kill you”

“(y/n), there is no way we are gonna be late. The competition starts in an hour and we are already here” he laughs; jerking the arm and making me trip slightly.

“Warm ups” I pout and he is defenseless

“Don’t do that to me” he censures me and I know he is willing to move a little faster “I bought you tickets and agreed to come with you”

“And I’ve thanked you a million times and told you in front of your family that you are the better Benn” I laugh “your brother is never gonna speak to me again because of it”

He chuckles, getting his arm around my shoulders and giving me a squeeze. My family and the Benn’s have been friends for as long as I can remember, so I grew up having the Benn siblings as the older siblings I don’t actually have. Jenny taught me how to put makeup on and we would talk about guys while Jordie and Jamie would teach me how to throw a punch or skate.

“I know that I haven’t been around lately, but a figure skating competition is just torture” he complains, handing the two tickets to the man on the door.

“You say that because figure skaters are way better skaters than hockey players” I tease him, earning a death glare.

“What did we do wrong?” He asks, looking up and I smile.

“It’s ok, Jordie. You did your best” I pat his shoulder and he nudges me. He doesn’t control his strength and I hit a wall “rude”

We keep walking toward our seats. Jordie has splurged on them because they are first row and on the section with the best angle to see the elements of the choreography.

“Are these seats ok?” He wonders, taking a seat right next to me.

“These seats are amazing, Jordie” I say, my voice all cheery.

“This counts for all your birthdays until you retire” he sighs and I hit his arm

“Give it at chance, please” I beg and he rolls his eyes.

“I’ll give it my best shot” he promises and I smile triumphant.

The show starts and I’m Jordie’s private commentator, telling him all about the different moves, pirouettes, jumps and how they executed, how many points they are… he seems to be bored at first but by the fifth skater he seems really into it, cheering when they do a good move and sighing when they fall down or it isn’t as smooth as it should be.

“Someone is enjoying himself” I smirk and he gives me a dirty look.

“You have missed a really great triple lutz because you keep looking at me and not paying attention” I burst up into laughter and he gets his eyes back on the ice “I haven’t paid a small fortune for you to look at me”

I put my hands up in surrender, my whole attention on the skaters. The first three skaters were really close on points and it made everything exciting until the very last moment. Javier Fernández was the winner and everyone got on their feet to give the three first skaters an ovation during the ceremony.

“That was actually fun” Jordie says while we walk to his car.

“I told you so" 

"Don’t tell me so, (y/n)” and I laugh,  hugging his body from behind. The position is really awkward since he is much taller than me

 "I hate that you and your brother live so far away"

“I hate that you never come to visit us” he answers, unlocking his car and getting in.

“You know that I’d love to, but I have cl…”

“What you have is a shit ton of excuses. Get in a plane to Dallas and I’ll pick you up from the airport at any time” he cuts me and I shut up. I hate it when he gets in big brother mode “you can stay with me or with Jamie”

“Jamie’s house is bigger…”

“But I have Juice and he has a diabetic cat” he reminds me and I chuckle.

“I guess I’ll have to do fifty fifty” I tell him and he smiles “hey Jordie, will you introduce me to Tyl…”

“No. No fucking way. Not happening. You and Tyler are not going to be in the same room. Ever. Over my dead body” and I just laugh.


Originally posted by msmichellec

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2,765

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

“Wait you actually thought I liked you? Wow, you’re more stupid than I thought.”

Masterlist ♥︎


Part 2 ✧ Part 3 ✧ Part 4 ✧ Part 5

A/n: I had my last final today omg thank the lord 🙏🏻.  

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Cool Move

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,366

Summary: The reader runs into Sam at a party, the one person she never wants to see again.

Requested by: @winchesterprincessbride

“This is an awful idea, Jenny.” You whine dramatically.

“Y/N…it’s been a couple of years now. No one will remember or even care, ok?” 

You roll your eyes and stare at the steering wheel in front of you. You’re both sitting in your car outside of Joey’s house. He’s a friend you went to college with and he’s actually a good guy. You’re not worried about him. You’re worried about all the idiots that may be in there.

“Joey doesn’t keep in contact with a lot of them. So I don’t think many people from school will be here.” She shrugs.

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modern romance

Title: Modern Romance
Pairing: Sebastian/OFC (named)
Rating: Very Mature
Warnings: Lots of smut, angst, some violence, daddy kink, dom/bossy!Seb, mild choking, fluff, and hero!Seb. This one’s got it all, lol.
A/N: This is a sequel to XO, which you should probably read first so most of this will make sense. It runs long, just like the first part, because exposition. This is also kind of a request, so enjoy!

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Danny Phantom AU Year 2 Part 1 (aka: why is this still a thing???)

(Prologue and Year 1)  (Year 1: Summer)

under the readmore is another 3k of bullet points and dialogue and ghosts and beyonce

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The Lord is with Thee

Fragments of words leaked out through the closed door. All Abbie’s voice, all low and reassuring: “Trust.” “Choice.” “Defend.” “OK.” “Promise.”

Jenny picked the lock on her sister’s gun safe. It took her seventeen seconds. She added “new gun safe” to her mental Christmas list. Abbie’s collection was small but high-quality. A few boring handguns, a Bushmaster AR-15, an old Winchester pocket pistol in gorgeous shape, a shotgun with “A.C.” engraved on the butt.

A soul-scraping cry rasped from the bedroom but was immediately smothered into a pillow. Or a shoulder. Jenny hummed under her breath, songs about sunshine, let the buzz fill her head.

The guns were all pristine. Jenny broke them down and cleaned them again, oiled every bit until they shined, put them back together and made sure the fastenings were tight and sure. She loved the feel of them, cold and slippery and strong, smelling like old pennies and old eggs. The more her hands moved, the more still she became inside.

She wanted to go to them; wanted to help. But this was their own thing, Abbie and Crane. Their little weird little Witness bubble. She wasn’t a part of it – didn’t want to be, really – but she couldn’t just leave them. Not when they both had to be hurting so damn much.

So she waited. And she cleaned.

Jenny was just tipping the tumblers back in place to re-lock the cabinet when the bedroom door opened. Abbie eased it closed again with infinite care. If she was surprised to see Jenny, she was too tired to let it show. She looked like she hadn’t slept in two hundred years. Which was about right.

“He’s sleeping. Or doing a really good job of faking it,” Abbie said.

“Probably the best thing for him.” That is, if the dreams stayed away. Jenny wiped the last of the oil from her hands. “I’ll get out of your hair. I just didn’t want …” Ah, shit. She couldn’t say the real reason; Abbie wouldn’t like it. She’d get stiff and brittle. So Jenny lied. “Didn’t want you two unprotected in there.”

“Nobody left to protect us from. They’re all dead.” She didn’t sound as relieved as she ought to be. “But I’m glad you’re here anyway. I have something to show you.” Abbie smiled and pulled out her phone. Jenny rummaged in the cabinet over the refrigerator for the bottle of Jim Beam; poured them both a bazillion fingers. Just as she was sliding Abbie’s over, her phone buzzed.

Her hand was trembling before she even had the phone out of her pocket. She didn’t know why. But yeah, she knew why.

A new text from Abbie. A picture. The left third of it was obscured by someone’s finger. But it didn’t matter. Because there was Abbie, standing in a room that looked like it came right outta The Patriot. And there, with her arm around Abbie’s shoulder, could only be Grace.

“Shut up,” Jenny whispered. The woman’s smile was uncertain, but her eyes were so kind and warm, her hand on Abbie’s arm so gentle.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she? You take after her. And fuck me if everyone else in this family isn’t tall.

Jenny coughed out a laugh but couldn’t tear her eyes from the photo. “It’s really her. This is really Grace.

“I’m so sorry you weren’t there. She looked at me and she knew me, Jenny. There was nothing to explain, she knew it all, knew so much more than we do. And from the very first moment, we were just family.”

Jenny slugged back half her bourbon. Then, after consideration, the other half. When she looked back at Grace’s picture – Grace! – her cheeks were damp.

“Shit. Don’t do that. You’re gonna make me cry.” Abbie jittered a step toward her, bourbon still untasted in her hand.

“But I’m so happy. For you, for her, for me, that I get to see her. I just …” The tears kept coming but Jenny did not care.

Abbie was blinking a thousand times a second. “Yeah. Me too.” Then she was crying too, and maybe they started as happy tears but then her hand shook and the bourbon sloshed and those hacking, hoarse sobs weren’t happy at all.

Jenny took the glass from her and wrapped her sister up in the biggest hug she could. “Hey. Hey,” she said. “You’re OK.”

“I’m sorry,” Abbie gasped. “It’s just – it’s just been a really long day.”

“I know. But it’s over now.”

Abbie cried like Jenny had never seen her cry, not even as a little girl. Jenny didn’t pretend to understand; there was too much. But she could hold her. And she could love her. And right now, that seemed like enough.

The Meal's On Me ~A Joshifer One-Shot~

A rather tiny one-shot, but a one-shot at the least lol! This little story is for the lovely joshyandjennyxx; I saw her request for this particular prompt on my dash earlier, and decided to surprise her. That, and I needed a little writing excercise. I was growing a bit rusty lol! Now, I wrote this in about an hour, and it’s unedited, so I apologize for any errors that may be just chilling around. But regardless, I do hope you all like it, especially you, Jasmeen <3.

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The Meal’s On Me

I don’t want to say it, but I know I need to. It’s there on the tip of my tongue, but I’m holding back. I’m having a major internal conflict with myself.

And before I can contemplate the situation any more, the words come tumbling right out of my mouth.

“Dinner’s ready!”

I wince, already wanting to take those two words back.


I look down at the food I have laid out in despair. Dinner may indeed be ready, but is it really?

I’ve been slaving away at trying to cook a meal for my husband all day. Spices went flying. Ovens were blaring. Kitchen appliances were whirring. But even after all the effort, it didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted it to.

The meat is too tinged, the rolls are too hard, the go-withs are too salty.

The drink I prepared is too strong. The spices are a little much. And the whole thing is in no way visually appealing.

Maybe I’m just a perfectionist. Or maybe I just want it to be pristine for my husband, Josh.

I decided to surprise him and cook this little meal in order to show my appreciation for everything he does for me, and also to show my love for him. God, I love him.

But, the food currently spread out may not pull that off.

I nervously gnaw my lip between my teeth. Perhaps I can yell out a quick “never mind” and buy McDonalds before it’s too late. Maybe he didn’t hear me and I can continue working on it. Maybe-

“Coming, Jen!”

My eyes shut tightly in defeat, a feeling of dread surging through me. Oh God; he’s either going to judge me severely or despise the entire thing. Or both. The only thing I can do now is brace myself for impact.

Sure enough, I can hear the sound of his heavy footsteps as he barrels down the stairs, and soon his form comes whizzing into the dining room.

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anonymous asked:

im sorry and you're probably really busy but i thought this was a nice angst filled prompt so umm yeah. The companions of your choosing, reacting to sole deciding to stay in the Institute with shaun to die during the ending of blowing up the Institute.

I thought I’d do this as a little romance-y, with the companions trying to convince Sole to leave. Some romanced companions, some not.


Sole glanced back at Shaun, who lay in his bed, pale and hardly breathing. They could hear someone shouting that they needed to go, that the whole place was about to blow… but they couldn’t just leave Shaun to die…

“I’m staying.”


Cait: “Are you mad? Of course you’re not staying!” Sole shook their head at her, silent tears making their way down their face. 

“You mean it? You want to stay here? With him?” Cait cast a disgusted look over at Shaun, which Sole frowned at.

“Cait… there’s nothing there for me. I came for my son… and I failed.”  

“But what about me? You… you can’t do this to me!” She stepped forward, pulling Sole into her arms, and kissing their lips. Shaun made a sound of disgust from his bed, although Sole didn’t appear to hear it.

“He doesn’t want you here. He couldn’t care less.” 

Codsworth: “Mum/Sir…please…” His voice was sad and quiet, and if he were human, he would have been crying. 

“Codsworth, just go.”Sole refused to look at him, moving to stand near Shaun. They simply looked at him, offering no kind of comfort to the dying man, unsure of what to say.

“I understand your sadness, Mum/Sir, but I don’t think you should stay here!”

“No, Codsworth. You don’t get it. Shaun’s gone, all over again. Don’t you see? Everything I was looking for, the only reason I’m still here… gone. All over again.”

“But, all those people you helped…”

“Will get on fine without me. Please, Codsworth, go.” Codsworth stayed however, disobeying for the first time ever. 

“Not again.”

Curie: “Please, madame/monsieur! It is not safe!” Her eyes darted around the room, afraid that at any moment the place would blow, taking both of them with it.

“I know, Curie. I can’t just leave him.”

“Yes you can!” She started pulling Sole to the exit, but Sole dug their heels into the ground.

“Listen to me, God damn it! Everything I was looking for, the reason I’m still alive… He’s dying, right there. There’s nothing. Not any more.”

“There’s so much more! You have done so much!” Curie was in tears, fast hot streams of them running down her cheeks.

“Like what?! Give me one fucking reason I should stay here!”

“I’m here.”

Danse: “You’re leaving. Now. That’s an order, soldier.”

“Shut the fuck up, Danse! I’m sick of taking orders.” Sole sat down, running their hands through their hair. 

“You’re going to stay here and die? With these… monstrosities?” 

“Yeah. It’s probably for the best. They don’t need me up there. There’s a whole ship full of fascist dickheads to run the show.”

Danse rolled his eyes, aware that they were upset, that they didn’t really mean it. “The Brotherhood need you, Sole.”

“Sucks to be them, then.” Sole sank back into the chair, nervously glancing at Shaun every few seconds.

Danse bit at his lip, before muttering a husky: “I need you.”


“Haha, good one. Come on, Dez says we need to go. Like, right now.” Deacon chuckled at Sole, before trying to hoist them up. They sunk out of his grip, and he frowned at them.

“I can’t, Deacon. I can’t go back.” Their voice was dull, listless. He wasn’t quite sure what to do- comforting was not his area of expertise.

“Sure you can, Tom’s got everything ready. May want to hurry up, though.” He sighed slightly, fully aware that this place was about to blow.

“Go without me. Please. I found my son, and I’m staying with him.” Deacon eyed the feeble old man with distaste, disgusted that he would allow his mother to die with him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I found you. Did you ever see that post outside Vault 111? That was my spot. I found you, and I’m staying with you.” He sat down next to them, his knees shaking with nerves.

“Deacon… don’t. You have a purpose up there…”

“Not without you. Now, are we getting blown to pieces, or are we going to get the hell out of here?”

Dogmeat: He’s confused when Sole doesn’t follow him, so he goes back to them, nuzzling his nose against their thigh. Tears roll down their cheeks, and he begins to whine slightly.

“Good boy. Go find Preston, okay boy?” Sole chokes the words out through their tears, but Dogmeat refuses to move, only pushing his snout closer to them.

“Did you hear me boy? Go.” Sole’s voice is firm, yet he only lays down by their side. Sole sighs, yet gives Dogmeat a sad smile as they stroke his side.

“Good boy.”

Hancock: “You’re shitting me. You’re staying for him?” Similar to Cait, he spits the word, disgusted by the very sight of the man, even if he was dying next to them.

“I’m sorry, Hancock. I just…. there’s nothing there for me. He’s the reason I kept going, but now…” Sole dropped their head, looking at their feet.

“Then find someone else. Do it for someone else. Hell, do it for me.” He was growling the words, furious that they could even consider staying. “Come with me.”

“Listen, Hancock…”

“No, you listen. You’re the best damned thing that’s ever happened to this shithole. These people… they need you sunshine. Me too. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He was cut off by Sole’s lips meeting his, and he smiled into the kiss.

MacCready: He spluttered at this, thinking that they were joking. “Well, it’s better to go out with a bang, huh?”

“I’m not joking, MacCready.” His heart dropped at this. Sure, he was a merc. Hired to kill, not to be Sole’s friend. But ever since they helped him through Med-tek…

“You’re serious? W-Why?” 

“I’m staying with my son. You’d do the same, if Duncan were dying.” 

“I would have… If I didn’t have you.”


“If Duncan hadn’t made it… hell, I would’ve put a bullet in my brain the second I heard. But when you came into my life, it was like there was something else anchoring me down, you know? Can’t I do the same for you?” He squeezed their hand, and they smiled a little.

Nick Valentine: “I know what it’s like. Well, human Nick does. Losing the one thing tying you down. Happened when Nick lost Jenny- that’s why he volunteered for the whole experiment.”


“No.” He cut them off, sounding harsher than he would have liked to. “Sorry. I just- I can’t let you do this.”


“You mean too damn much to me, Sole. Nick lost Jennifer Lands. I can’t lose you.” He turned to them then, planting a kiss on their cheek. 

“Thanks, Nick.”

Piper:  “Don’t. Just… don’t.” She turned away from them, her eyes filling with tears. Sole was the most fascinating person that she knew, and her best friend, at that.

“Go, Piper. Take care of Nat. She’s a good kid.” Sole’s voice was sad, with no tone or bounce to it. She narrowed her eyes at them, as they began to spill over with tears.

“Listen. Right now! You’re not staying here! You’re the best person I’ve ever met! Everyone needs you!” She paused, speaking more softly this time. “I can’t let you go. I don’t think I can.”

She grabbed Sole, pulling them into a fierce, angry hug. The tears came faster, streaking the back of Sole’s dirt-ridden armour.

“I’m sorry.”

Preston Garvey: “But… General… What about everyone you helped? The settlers? The Minutemen?” His voice wavered slightly, unsure of how to deal with this. He wouldn’t be able to cope with losing them.

“Exactly, Preston. I helped them, so they don’t need me any more. Just keep an eye on the Castle, and you’ll be fine.”

“I need you.” They sighed at this, meeting his sad eyes with their own.

“No, you don’t. You guys will be fine. There tons of Minutemen now.”

“I wasn’t talking about the Minutemen. I need you, Sole.” He cupped their face in his hands, before pressing a soft kiss to their lips. “Come on. Sturges is waiting.”

Strong: “WHY HUMAN STAY? STRONG WANT TO LEAVE!” Strong was impatient, wanting to leave the place immediately. There were no meat bags in here, and Sole had forbidden him from eating Father.

“Leave then, Strong. Go!” Strong frowned at this, not understanding.



“HUMAN COME WITH STRONG!” With this, he began to take Sole to the teleporter, as they fought with his grip.

X6-88: “I see no reason to do this. But I shall stay, also.” X6 sat down next to them, glancing at Father frequently, concern written all over his features. He felt guilty even being there, for sticking with Sole even when they betrayed the Institute to the Railroad.

“There’s no need. You may as well leave.”

“Do you think there’s any point? The Railroad helps synths. The regular, passive kind. I’m a courser. They’ll kill me on sight.” His words were clipped, hinting at annoyance.

“But they know you’re with me!”

“Every agent? No way.” He shook his head, leaning back in the seat next to them. “If it’s any consolation, you’ve been one hell of a friend.”

tour bus / ashton irwin

(this will make more sense if you read first time / ashton irwin)


“you were so hot right there,” i said kissing ashton as they got off the stage. “thank you baby,” he hugged me,making me cringe because of how sweaty he was. “i’m gonna go take a quick shower and we can go,” ashton said.

“okay,just hurry up ashton,we have to be on the road in proximally 15 minutes,” tour manager said and ashton giggled. “don’t worry,i’ll be out in 5,”

i talked a bit with the other boys in his band,and,as he said he was out in 5 minutes,with just a towel hung low on his hips.considering we were in the dressing room of the venue they played in,anyone could barge in.but on the other hand,he caught me starring at him and his god-like body.

“you like what you see princess?” he asked and i gulped instantly,forgeting the presence of luke,michael and cal.

“okay bye,” luke said getting up. “don’t need this shit again,” michael said and got up too. “you nasties,” calum sassed and run out.ashton chuckled and lifted me up from the couch.he crashed his lips into mine,catching me off guard.he backed me up into a wall and started peppering kisses along my neck and jawline.

“not now ashton,we have to leave,” i got out from beneath him and the wall and he whined. “but i want you now,” he pouted but then heared knocks on the door. “erm,i don’t know what you’re doing in there,since you’re alone,but we have to go,so go out,” someone from the crew said and i rolled my eyes. “why do you think we have sex all the time?” i yelled which turned into a laughter exchanged between ash and i.

“because you do,” jenni said and me and ashton looked at eachother,raised our eyebrows and nodded.he hugged me from behind and softly kissed my cheek.
“and because you’re both young,with great bodies and great-”

“okay,we’re coming,” ashton said and we thought she left. “i’m s-so sorry,but are you coming as in,um,because we have to go and they told me to-,” jenni said again and me and ashton laughed.i opened the door and there was a girl standing,one which was supposed to arrange everything revolving around clothes.calum liked her and they hit it off since the first the day.i talked to her a few times and we became very close since we were basically few of the only females on this tour.

“we’re coming.remind me to tell you something,” i said to her and she knew i had a really juicy story.she eagerly nodded and dissappeared down the hallway.

“now hurry up we gotta go,”


when i agreed to join boys on the tour i never agreed of living in their filthy man cave - tour bus.i knew we’d spending a lot of time there,but i didn’t want stepping onto empty beer cans,half eaten pizza boxes and bags of whatever food.all of them went to bed,tired from their show and i decided to just leave it and join ashton in our shared bunk bed.

“goodnight,” i said to the bus driver and went to the other side of this huge bus.our bunk bed was far from the other boys’ but it was still pretty close.
i snuggled next to him and he sighed in relief as he hung his arm around my waist,my back to his chest,his chin on my shoulder.few minutes passed and i felt something poking my ass.

“we started something not a while back,” he whispered as he started grinding onto my bum. “ashton,the boys are like 2 meters away from us.hold it in ‘til tomorrow.”

“but don’t you want daddy to make you feel nice,” he started and i felt groan build up my throat as he slowly traced his hand from my neck down my body. “don’t you want daddy to stretch you out and make you feel good?” he whispered kissing under my ear and reaching under the waistband of my shorts.i was only getting wetter and hornier at his words and i was desperate for release and he didn’t even do anything.he spread my arousal,in circles,all over my clit as i softly moaned. “keep quiet princess,” he said as he inserted his long middle finger inside of me,making me come closer to him and grind on him earning an exhale from him.

“i have to fuck you now baby,” he said pulling his boxers down enough to set free his length and pulled my pj shorts and panties down and lifted my t-shirt,smirking at my braless chest.

“still on birth control?” he asked. “yes,get in there already,” he placed it at my entrance and pushed in slowly,both of us sighing at the feeling.he kept his head buried in my neck while he thrusted slowly,but very was slow,passionate,but as pleasurable as any other time.

his soft moans and bites on my neck rushed me into euphoria which made it very hard for me to keep quiet. “mmm,” i mouth remained opened and eyebrows scrunched together.

“baby,you feel so i making you feel good?” he softly said and gulped loudly. “y-yes,i’m close,”

“i am too,” he said lifting his head up and looking at me.i knew how much he liked when i look up at him when i cum,so i tried with all the strength that was left in my body.i was falling apart under the immense amount of pleasure i received from him.

i looked at him as he devoted the last bit of his strength into pleasuring the both of us.he leaned his forehead against mine as i announced i’m coming.few thrusts after,he came too and collapsed on top me.he got tissues and cleaned me up,got my clothes on and his and cuddled up next to me.due to lack of space,we were very close and we were used to that,so everytime we came home we would fall asleep close and wake up in the same position.

“i love you so much princess,” he said kissing my neck. “i lov-,”

“will you shut the fuck up already?” michael yelled followed by calum and luke,which turned into laughter. ”every fucking time,” michael said under his breath.ashton and i looked at eachother and agreed that it’s the best to pretend to be asleep,which we did,not long after.

Teardrops on My Guitar (Luke)

Throwing my bag on the floor I immediately threw myself on my bed and screamed into my pillow. The tears were threatening to spill over but I held them back as I looked up to the picture on my nightstand. The one of me and the guys after their first performance. I mainly looked at Luke next to me, smiling brightly into the camera, I had a smile that matched his, but for a completely different reason. I realized the perfect song that related to me right now and pulled up Taylor Swift on my phone. I let out a sigh and let the lyrics hit me like a ton of bricks. 

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won’t see
That I want and I’m needing everything that we should be
I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about,
And she’s got everything that I have to live without.

I sat at the lunch table I usually shared with the boys, but today Calum and Michael decided they didn’t need to be at school so it was just Luke and I. I wasn’t complaining though, anytime I got with Luke alone I treasured. After about 15 minutes of sitting alone, Luke finally shows up with a bright smile on his face. And even though I should be mad at him, I smile along with him because it is just so contagious. “Well look who finally decided to join me.” I joked, trying to fake being annoyed with him. “Sorry, I got caught up talking to Jenny.” “Who’s Jenny?” I asked, trying not to get too ahead of myself. “Jenny from History. I’ve told you about her. I got a major crush on her.” Luke said, not trying to hide the evident smile on his face. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. “Oh really?” I asked, putting on my best fake smile. “Yeah, oh my God she is so pretty. She has the greenest eyes I have ever seen. And her laugh is just so contagious.” Luke said, soon rambling facts about her. I couldn’t help but realize how perfect she sounded, and how much Luke liked her.

Drew talks to me, I laugh ‘cause it’s so damn funny
That I can’t even see anyone when he’s with me
He says he’s so in love, he’s finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night

I was hanging with the guys, minus Luke, at Ashton’s. The guys were suppose to have band practice, but Luke has yet to come back from his date with Jenny. After a half an hour, Luke finally comes in with the same smile he had on when I first learned about Jenny. “Hey! Loverboy is back! We can actually practice.” Calum shouted. “Sorry, the date went longer then I thought.” Ashton started wiggling his eyebrows at what could’ve made it late, and I cringed at that idea. “Not like that you perv.” Luke said, throwing a pillow at Ashton. I felt a little bit better, even laughing at the bickering Luke and Ashton were having. I stared at Luke as he changed the topic to talk about his date, not listening, but imagining how it would go if we went on a date. “(Y/N), Earth to (Y/N).” I blinked back into reality as I realized Mikey was trying to get my attention. Luke was still talking about his date but Michael wasn’t listening. “You okay? You seem out of it.” Michael asked. “I’m fine.” I lied. “Dude, you know what. I think I’m in love. I have never felt like this with anyone else.” I heard Luke say. “Dude shut up. You’ve been on one date.” Calum said. “No, like I think she could be the one.” Luke was very adamant about being in love. “Whatever dude. Let’s go practice.” Mikey said. The boys started practicing, and I wonder if he knows that I feel the same way he feels about Jenny.

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can’t breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she’s lucky 'cause

I stood with Calum and Mikey at my locker before classes started. Usually Luke was with us, but he hadn’t shown up yet. We were laughing and joking like always, dreading school to start. “What up Luke.” Calum said, giving a little sup nod to Luke. Luke waved at us, but kept walking with Jenny to her locker that wasn’t far from mine. I held my breath as he kept walking, the most common thing to do, but he made it seem like he was somewhat floating through the hallway. “(Y/N), you’re drooling.” Calum joked. The guys have figured my little crush, but listened to my begging to not tell Luke. As the guys continued talking about Fifa, I watched as Jenny and Luke were hugging goodbye before walking separate ways, Jenny going to class and Luke coming to join our conversation. I looked down so it wasn’t obvious I was watching. “Hey Loverboy.” Michael joked. “Oh shut it.” Luke joked. 

'Cause he’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart
He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do
He’s the time taken up, but there’s never enough
And he’s all that I need to fall into.

“Hey (Y/N), long time no see. How’s it going?” Luke asked, catching up with me as I made my way to the parking lot. “Oh nothing much.” I replied, not being in the mood to try and act cheery around him. “Are you okay?” Luke asked, catching onto your mood. “Just not really feeling today.” I sighed out. “You know, Jenny likes to drink this mint tea when she’s feeling down. Maybe you could try it?” Luke asked. I know he was trying to be helpful, but to know he forgot that I actually hate mint tea almost made me break down there. Instead I pursed my lips and calmed my breathing. “Actually, I’m still not a fan of mint tea, but maybe I’ll try some kind of other tea. Maybe it’ll help.” I said, lying. The only thing that could help me now is Luke, just to have Luke pull me into a hug and say that he loved me, not Jenny. That’s what I needed. “Oh shit, I completely forgot that.” Luke slapped his forehead. “It’s okay, it’s better to know what your girlfriend likes. But there’s my mom, I should go. I’ll talk to you later Luke.” I said, waving him off as I made my way to the car. “Bye.” Luke sounded a little defeated. “Hi sweetie, how was your day?” Mom asked. I just shrugged and kept changing the radio station. “I’ll take that as bad.” Mom said, letting me be all moody. Plain White T’s 1,2,3,4 came on and I couldn’t help but sing along, thinking about how Luke will never understand how much I love him.

Now I sit here, listening to the end of Taylor’s song, the one that summed up everything that I’ve been dealing with the past two months. The tears were flowing down my face, but I didn’t care. I knew I was going to have to get over this, the fact that I am just Luke’s friend and nothing more. But for now, I’ll take it one step at a time. 

Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this. I recently resaw the music video for this and thought it would make a great little imagine. Like always, request is open.

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crankyandbitter  asked:

NEVER EVER STOP WRITING OR I WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!! Okay, as far as a prompt: how about Jenny and Joe prodding Crane to confess his feelings about Abbie after she goes into the tree, especially when Crane sees Joenny all affectionate and handsy with each other? :)

12 Days of Ichabbie Christmas - Day 3: Confessions Pt. 1

Weeks. They had been pouring over Washington’s Bible, Grace Dixon’s journal, apocryphal texts, ancient manuscripts and forgotten lore for weeks - all to find and save Abbie. He hadn’t gone back to her home - their home - he couldn’t; not without her. He lived in the Archives now, if you could call what he was doing living.

Every day, Jenny and Joe would come. They’d bring him food and force him to eat but there was no taste anymore. There was no point in eating, no point in doing much of anything other than finding a way to free her. He could feel the way that Jenny and Joe looked at him when they thought he wasn’t watching. They looked at him with a mixture of pity and fear. He watched them too, though he doubted they noticed.

He saw the way that Jenny leaned into Joe whenever she fretted over whether or not Abbie had survived. He noticed the small and tender kisses Joe would place on her temple as he pulled her in close. He’d even seen them in a passionate embrace as he went to enter his base of operations but was wise and courteous enough to turn silently on his heels and leave the Archives for a time. Ichabod was glad that Joe had taken his advice and admitted his feelings to Jenny. He was truly happy for them. He was just also terribly bitter and broken that he couldn’t enjoy the same affections with his Lieutenant.

“Let’s call it a night fellas.” Jenny stretched and closed the voluminous edition of ancient Norse runes and their meanings as she stood to put it away. They’d been at it for seven hours straight at least. She was tired; she figured Joe was as well. Mostly though, she wanted to give Crane a break. He’d been going non-stop; she was worried that he would crash before they made any actual headway.

“Might I remind you Miss Jenny, as Benjamin Franklin once said to me: “You may delay, but time will not.”” He rose up out of his chair, his finger hoisted up in true Ichabod fashion. “The longer we leave your sister in the underworld, the less likely that we will be able to bring her back.”

“Not for nothing Crane,” Joe shrugged his shoulders into his coat as he walked over to Ichabod, “and don’t take this the wrong way, but how do we know that’s even where she is? How do we know she’s even still…”

“Are you questioning whether the Lieutenant still lives? After all you know of her and her fire - her fight, you doubt her resilience?”

Joe raised his hands in surrender, backing away from the simmering rage he could feel emitting from his friend. He felt Jenny’s hand press gently in the middle of his back as she slid next to him in support. With her free hand, she grabbed Ichabod’s still raised hand and looked him deep in the eye.

“We don’t doubt that Abbie can do anything. We also don’t doubt that it’s your love for her that will not only save her, but save you too.”

Those words silenced him instantly. Had he been so obvious with his affections for his partner?

“I don’t need saving. She does. And of course I care, very deeply for your sister, however…”

“Cut the shit, Crane.” Jenny tightened her grip on his hand making it harder for him to pull away from her. “Just admit it! Admit that you love my sister. Admit that you’re in love with her.”

“I can’t…” Ichabod’s response was a soft and broken whisper.

“Why not man? You told me to ‘talk to Jenny’. I did and look what came of it.” Joe was exasperated. He knew Crane loved Abbie. Hell, anyone with a brain and eyeballs could tell he loved her. He just didn’t understand why Crane wouldn’t admit it to himself. “Why can’t you just say it out loud?”

“Because if I do, if I admit that I am completely in love with her and have been from nearly the very moment we met, than I not only admit to being a cad and a scoundrel, I admit that this is entirely my fault!”

Ichabod’s booming baritone bounced off of the tomes that lined the shelves of the archives. He pulled free of Jenny’s grip and turned his back to them so that they wouldn’t see the raw pain that the truth made him feel.

“Had I simply been honest and plain with her, all of this could have been avoided. Abbie would be here with us now instead of trapped in some hell that I shudder to even imagine.”

Jenny ignored Ichabod’s grief and stood angrily in front of him.

“First of all, Abbie didn’t go into that damned tree because of or for you. She did it because she thought she owed me something when she didn’t because she’s a stubborn pain in my ass!” Jenny jabbed her finger into Crane’s chest repeatedly as she allowed her tears to fall as openly as his. “Me asking her not to do it didn’t stop her. You begging her not to do it didn’t stop her. Do you really think telling her you loved her would have changed her decision?”

Ichabod looked into Jenny’s eyes. They were so much like her sisters. They shared the same fire and intensity; a trait he’d come to admire in both Mills sisters. She was right, of course. He was being selfish and thick-minded because of his own pain. Nothing anyone said or did would have stopped Grace Abigail Mills once she set her mind to something.

“You should have told her you loved her a long time ago Crane, but not because it would have stopped her from sacrificing herself. She would have done that anyway. You should have told her because she would have gone into that tree knowing how you felt - knowing the depths of your devotion to her. She deserved at least that.”

Jenny and Ichabod both broke down then, holding onto each other as if the other were Abbie. Ichabod cried shamelessly into Jenny’s hair. They were tears of grief - of course - but they were also tears of relief and hope. Saying the words out loud had lifted a tremendous weight off of his shoulders and with that burden lifted, he no longer felt like the way to finding Abbie was shut to him. If anything, confessing his feelings made his path ever clearer.

“You are right, Miss Jenny. She deserved and still deserves exactly that.” They broke apart, both smiling at feeling a sense of calm and resolution wash over them. “Between her fighter spirit and our love for her, we will bring her back to us.”

“Does this mean that you’ll finally tell her how you feel once we have her back?” Joe had given them their moment together but had joined them now, giving Ichabod a brotherly punch on the shoulder.

“Indeed, Master Corbin. I will not only tell her the depths of my love for her; I will spend the rest of my waking days showing her and proving to her how loved she is.”

Deliverance Rewatch

Against my better judgement, I poured myself a double vodka tonic and queued up the new episode. Spoiler: It didn’t get any better. But a few nuances and random explosions of rage anyway:

  • So the bedroom scene: flashback or dream? Is it a manifestation of Katrina’s anxiety at being found out as a witch? A clue that Crane is, in fact, under her enchantment (oh please oh please oh please)? An excuse to get Tom shirtless? Because otherwise, the scene is 100% unnecessary. We already saw her eat the spider–why the hell did we need to see her husband spit it into her mouth? You really wanted to drive that rape metaphor home, huh? Hope you’re proud of that one, writers.
  • But then! We go to a really lovely, heartfelt scene with Abbie quietly reflecting on what voting means to her. How hard a battle it was. How seriously she takes it. It’s enough to give you goddamn whiplash. 

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MTVS Epic Rewatch #41

BTVS 2x17 Passion


Stray thoughts

1) So I didn’t expect this episode to affect me that much after having watched it A LOT of times, but it still does. BTVS knows how to break my heart into a million pieces every single time.

2) You know shit is about to get real when an episode starts with a “Previously on…”

3) Angelus might be one of the worst psychotic murderous villains in all television history, but he was quite the poet. I’m sure anyone who has watched this episode at least once still remembers the opening and closing voiceover.

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?

Just brilliant.

4) See, Twilight? When a guy creeps into your bedroom in the middle of the night and watches you sleep, it’s not romantic! It’s creepy, disturbing, TERRIFYING!

This is not something that should be romanticized. This should be a huge warning sign!

5) I love when a show makes fun of itself.

Xander:  Excuse me, but have you ever heard of knocking?

Jonathon: We’re supposed to get some books. On Stalin. 

Xander:  Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?

Giles:  This is a school library, Xander.

Xander:  Since when?

6) Is this a thing that happens for real in American schools? Do teachers really get to choose one of their students as a sub without checking with the school authorities first? 

7) Giles’ face when Jenny reveals she’s in love with him, though.

8) Oh god, I just noticed this and it broke my heart.

Jenny: I just wanna be right with you. I don’t expect more. I just want so badly to make all this up to you.

Giles:  I understand. But I’m not the one you need to make it up to.

See, if Giles hand’t said that, then Jenny wouldn’t have tried to find a way to restore Angel’s soul so that he and Buffy could be together again and Angelus wouldn’t have tracked her down and then oh god Jenny would have lived. Do you think if Giles ever wondered if things might have been different had he been more forgiving of Jenny? If he hadn’t pushed her to mend fences with Buffy before they could be together again? This is just so sad.

9) “Don’t tell me. He’s changed. He’s not the same guy you fell for?” That’s the understatement of the century.

10) So Willow was feeding her fish but didn’t notice the lack of fish in the aquarium?

11) RIP Willow’s fish, though.

And I’m grateful she didn’t have a puppy, too. That’s something I couldn’t have stood to watch, just the thought of it gives me the creeps!

12) Buffy admitting she cares too much about Giles to prevent him from being happy because of her grudge is the most lovely thing she could’ve done.

13) “Oh, thank goodness. I actually had to talk my grandmother into switching cars with me last night.” Bless you, Cordy. I’m sure your grandma could’ve fended for herself against the vamps.

14) Oranges, am I right?

15) So this is what the restoration spell is about, in case you were wondering.

As the orb is round in nature, as the earth is round in nature and the heavens are round in nature, so is the soul. Return from whence you were banished, using this orb as your guide - penetrate every ounce of the flesh, every sinew of the body and every tissue of the heart. Make what lays before you more than the empty vessel that is animal, that is beast  - make it man as God created when he separated the firmament of the heavens from the earth. Come forth now, return, return. As the orb burns, let life burn. 

It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it? 

16) Now, Angelus didn’t really need an invitation to enter a public school building, did he?

17) And then THE scene…

I know Buffy is often (wrongly, in my opinion) labeled a “horror” show, because vampires + monsters = horror, I guess. But it’s not that often that the show actually delivers scenes that can fall under that genre. This is one of those rare instances. I don’t even know how many times I’ve watched this episode, but I can still feel the dread and the tension and the suspense building up. I’m rooting for Jenny, I almost hope Jenny will make it out alive every time I watch this episode. And I’m still heartbroken every time she doesn’t. It’s a testament to the awesomeness of this show that after all these years I still get chills watching this scene, as if I’m not expecting what I know will happen. (btw, if by any chance you’ve seen recaps or video reactions to this episode by spoiler-free first-time viewers, send them my way because I really really want to vicariously experience the shock from someone else’s first viewing)

What makes this death scene even worse, if that’s even possible, is the fact that Angelus doesn’t even act like a vampire, he’s just a psychotic murderer. He doesn’t try to bite her or feed from her or turn her. He just gets in vamp face to further scare her, not that it was necessary. He’s in it for the thrill of the hunt, the chase, and the kill. He doesn’t even look back after he snaps her neck. It’s all so vicious and depraved. 


Willow:  Oh, yeah. It went fine. Well, it went fine until Angel showed up and told Buffy’s mom that he and Buffy had… Well, you know, that they had… you know. You do know, right?

Giles:  Oh, yes. Yes. Sorry.

Willow: Oh, good, ‘cause I just realized that being a ibrarian and all, you maybe didn’t know.

Oh, Willow, as if you hand’t fantasized about what this particular librarian would know about that

19) And for once, Joyce did quite a decent job at parenting.

Buffy: I can’t tell you everything.

Joyce:  How about anything? Buffy, you can shut me out of your life, I am pretty much used to that. But don’t expect me to ever stop caring about you, because it’s never gonna happen. I love you more than anything in the world.

It was about damn time, Joyce.

20) I may or may not have started crying right when I saw this.

The way Angelus set Giles up is so much worse that any kind of physical torture he could’ve possibly inflicted on him. Angelus rejoiced in inflicting and witnessing emotional torture and pain and that’s definitely one of the most horrifying things anyone can do. Angelus was the worst, you know?

21) Exhibit B.

22) Didn’t the cops search Giles’ house, though? Didn’t they notice the trunk full of deadly (medieval!) weapons? Didn’t they have any questions? Didn’t they consider for just a second that the boyfriend might be the killer?

23) OF COURSE Xander would pull the “I told you so” card at the worst possible time.

24) Giles beating up Angelus gives me life, just saying. Even if it was just for a few seconds.

25) Break my heart, why don’t you?


Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank… Without passion, we’d be truly dead.


I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him for you… for her… when I had the chance. I wasn’t ready. But I think I finally am. I can’t hold on to the past anymore. Angel has gone. Nothing’s ever gonna bring him back.

28) And the most unexpected plot twist in history: everything depends on the Scoobies finding a fucking floppy disk.

28) I think I need therapy after watching this episode. K, bye.