and now he's moved to full on swearing

Zack totally teased the two of them (individually) to get together when he found out the feelings were mutual meanwhile Jason is just tired of all the gushing he gets from Kim about the yellow ranger

Jason: “Kimberly Ann Hart, I swear to god if you don’t ask her out, I’ll-”
Kimberly: “What? Ask her out yourself? She’s not into you. Not even into guys in general. What are you going to threaten me with now, Scott? And how dare you full name me.”

Trini reverted back to using earphones so they could listen to music together, but someone always moved their head too much where the other’s bud always came out so she decided to get a splitter so they could still listen together, but have their individual earphones.

Zack and Jason (reluctantly) bet on who’s going to get their ass wiped during sparring between the girls during training each day because (one of them gets a little too sidetracked)

Their study dates are 20% flashcards and 80% ”if i fail this test tomorrow, you can tell the teacher why, Tri!” “that i couldn’t keep my hands to myself after i finally found your ticklish spot which took so long to find but it was so worth it though it may have resulted in a hole in your wall because you tried blindly kicking at me?”

Trini secretly loves when Kim plays with her hair, especially when she’s had a stressful day
she’ll collapse into her lap and let her do her thing, letting her caress her hair and gently scratch at her scalp

Kim watches her girlfriend go from grumpy cat to lazy sleepy content cat (she totally awes at the accidental purr that comes out)
Kim is the only one that’s allowed to unbraid/braid Trini’s hair

Here’s Kim’s words of advice and reassuring comments to Trini introducing herself as her girlfriend for the first time “Breathe. You’re going to do fine. You’ll be great. Just think about something calming, soothing, relaxing.
“Like what?”
“Think about me. Naked.”

Kim willing to fight anyone who insults or harms Trini in anyway and becoming furiously protective

Trini trying to bite back her words of anger and hatred when Amanda and her minions make a harsh snide comment to Kimberly knowing she won’t be able to stop any sort of aggression once it starts

Comforting each other about their
past and current home life

Instead of passing generic notes, they’re either playing tic tac toe, telling one another jokes or Kim drawing mini comics and Trini attempting to continue the story with her stick figures

Kim getting jealous when this new girl starts flirting with Trini and because this oblivious gay can’t tell the difference between a friendly compliment and I’m-trying-to-ask-you-out-on-a-date compliment, she unknowingly flirts back

Trini getting jealous when Jason asks if he can talk to Kimberly in private, when Kimberly cancels their plans because she promised to hang out with him and when Jason let’s it slip that Kim visits him in his room at night to talk about things that are troubling instead of talking to her

Kim volunteering to babysit Trini’s brothers with her
Discussing/”Making Up” stories about the Power Rangers with them
Trading embarrassing stories about Trini
Shyly but trying to act intimidating as they interrogate Kim to see if she’s good enough for their sister
Innocently asking if Kim and Trini are dating
Teasingly throwing the girlfriend word around the girls
Board Games
Movie Nights
Them and Kim getting competitive with one another during video games
Talking about their favorite superheroes as they show her their action figures
Questioning her if she believes in aliens

Kim sitting next to Trini or in front of her during Biology so they can reach under the desk and hold hands, y’know whisper in one another’s ears like losers, doodle in each other’s margin on their notebooks

Sneaking into each other’s rooms through the window

Both calming the other down after a nightmare
Kim stealing all of Trini’s flannels, jackets, hoodies. (Beanies are harder to get though she managed to steal her yellow one and replaced it before she was caught.)

Trini occasionally borrowing one of Kim’s shirts/tops

neck kisses
shoulder kisses
forehead kisses
nose kisses
cheek kisses
stomach kisses

Trini staring at Kim’s lips when she talks
Kim glancing at Trini’ lips when they’re sitting or standing too close

lip bites

Playfully bickering on who gets to be the big spoon always even though they switch it up all the time

Being able to keep up with each other’s snark, wit, sass, and sarcasm
Sly smiles
Knowing smug smirks
Suggestive glances
Amused arched eyebrows
Challenging one another

Trini resting her head on Kim’s shoulder

Kim resting her head atop of Trini’s

Trying out different cafés, bakeries, patisseries, coffee shops and learning and eventually knowing each other’s orders at all of them

jokes, innuendos, pick up lines, teasing, banter
eye rolls all the time
exaggerated eyelash batting
Kim flirtatiously winking
pleading pouting lips
Fake offended gasp
hugs from behind

Kim leaning her chin on top of Trini’s head or her shoulder

both being easily whipped and persuaded/convinced by the other

whispering sweet nothings before saying something dumb and stupid and playfully insultful to get rid of the cheesy, sappy, sentiment

Trini judging Kim’s music tastes and both of them trying to find a common genre

Finding places with the best views of the town/taking each other on random adventures

Late night car rides with the windows down

They frequent the cliff edge that overlooks the lake (swimming hole?) for a good view of the lights

If Trini can convince Kim to go hike up the mountain together in the morning, they watch the sunrise, but usually they watch the sunset after school/training

Drive In Movie Theater which either results in Kim being totally invested and Trini taking a nap or having a popcorn catching contest

Sharing Milkshakes

They always share the last donut and have a showdown on who gets the last piece

Taking selfies in those In N Out hats when they go out for burgers

Trini finds Kim singing into a hairbrush and dancing around her room one day as she blasts Top 40 Pop Songs
It takes roughly about 15 seconds to get her to begrudgingly join in
But she’s just in awe at the girl’s voice and so is Kim when Trini starts singing
They’re both panicking

Racing one another just for fun (of course where no one will see)

Snowball fights

Behind the bleachers, rooftop, girl’s bathroom on the second floor or in a quiet vacant hidden corner in the library is where you’ll find them alone ditching class and being unusually couple-ish (The janitor’s closet was just downright disgusting and smelled of cheap chlorine bleach and sanitizer even with their superhuman powers, chemicals still had some effect on their body)

Squeezing each other’s hand for comfort or reassurance along with rubbing their thumb over one another’s knuckles

Trusting one another more than anyone

taking turns resting their head on the other’s chest

Trini resting her head in Kimberly’s lap as she’s sprawled out on the couch

Zack giving Kimberly the shovel talk and Jason giving Trini the shovel talk even though they care for both girls
It’s a ridiculously lovable somewhat annoying act

Trini calling Kim “Princess”

kissing one another’s palms and wrists

both being in utter awe that someone as amazing and beautiful wants to date them

rubbing soothing circles on one another’s hands when the other gets nervous/anxious

Kim tracing abstract patterns on Trini’s back when she’s sleeping

long walks or hiking up those mountain trails
talking to each other all night and even when one falls asleep the other doesn’t hang up the phone, lovesick idiots

When Kim asks Trini what she did to get into detention this time, if she isn’t sending a death glare towards Zack and groaning like she’s suffering through hell and back, she just gives a sheepish smile and a nonchalant shrug because she’s not going to admit that she volunteers to go to this and the teacher could care less

Taking photographs

Kim’s mirror is covered in polaroids and Trini has a secret album

Trini finding out that Kim can do an absolutely believable flawless British accent (you figure out the details)

Kim mouthing the lines to movies and tv shows and Trini’s not even paying attention to the screen anymore like always

God forbid, they have hidden poetry/song books about one another that neither of have told them about.

Tickle Fights

Kim complimenting Trini all the time just to see her blush

The only time they will ever carry each other without being a stumbling blushing mess or arguing over the position in carrying is when one of them is injured or asleep

Star Gazing on top of Kim’s roof

They totally had the same idea of kissing in the rain even though they both know it’s a fricking cliche because a) they can’t get sick and b) they’re saps and hopeless romantics even if they won’t admit it

Having a snowman contest

Kim pushing Trini into the pool and Trini pulling her in with her

Kim booping Trini on the nose and Trini is just bewildered

They take turns bringing each other drinks and donuts for breakfast during the school week (Jason scolds them about needing to eat a healthier breakfast)

They meet up before first period then always text each other before their next classes/during passing periods/hallway traffic jam to complain or give them a heads up about things instead of walking one another to class

Stealing from another’s food during lunch
though it turns more into a game of sorts

Whoever gets out earlier from class waits by the other’s locker after school

Let’s just say the Rangers can’t get drunk so they inevitably try to drink themselves to death, but a body shot and a lap dance ensues

“Do you trust me?”
“Not with my water bottle and definitely not over a cliff.”

“If she goes, I go.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“That’s just your way of telling me, you love me. I’ve cracked that code a long time ago, Hart.”

“Will you please just shut up for a second and stop doubting yourself and listen to me! You’re beautiful.”

“Why did we agree to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“Did they just tell us to go fuck in a closet?”
“The irony hasn’t escaped me.”

“I hate this town. I hate these faces. I’m just so tired of everything, except you. Never you.”

“You’re not short,you’re just tiny.”

“I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember you grabbing onto my hand and squeezing way too hard when we were about to be pummeled to our deaths by a train and in that terrifying second I couldn’t process anything except a single thought which was, “You’re dying just admit you’re gay and pretty girls make you weak.”

“You’ve been shutting everyone out that genuinely cares about you”
“Not everyone, not you.”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Let me ask you something. Do you think there’s such a thing as a perfect day?”
“What?”
“A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it’s possible?”

“We spend our whole lives stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how we’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps us going, but we’ll never do it. We just use the future to escape the present. Truth is, we’ll never actually be rid of Angel Grove, we’re still Power Rangers and just like any other superhero we’ll end up staying exactly where we are. Unfortunately our home isn’t a city.” “Well, at least it has you.”

“You were not meant to simply be pretty. You were meant to fight back, so get up and face it.”

“What’s inside is what matters. You are so much smarter than they give you credit for.”

“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”

“I feel lost inside myself.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m original.”

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”

“The happiest people, don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.”

“Perhaps, I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you.”

“My life will end someday and so will yours, hopefully we die roughly around the same age, not that I want you to die ever but I don’t want you suffering of heartbreak like some depressing Hallmark movie so just kiss me anytime.”

“Thank you, for making me feel less alone.”

“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”

“You are alive. You are not a sad story.”

“I love you, but don’t know what to do.”

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
But you
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Why did you do that?”
“Because I love you.”

“I would never let anybody or anything hurt you.”

“I don’t know for sure what I’m feeling. I don’t think you know exactly what you’re feeling either. This is all new or maybe we’ve felt this way for quite sometime, but refused to acknowledge them. What I do know is that, whatever mutual feelings we have for one another is not going to jeopardize our friendship.We’re not going to let that happen.”

“Just talk to me.”

“What is wrong with you?”
“I’m crazy, remember?”

Kim noticing that Trini has bad social anxiety especially when she’s seated or standing in a public closed in crowd so she always makes it a priority to get seats near the windows in the corner or a seat where Trini’s back is covered
Kim trying to learn Spanish on her own not just to impress Trini (that’s just an added bonus) but to make it easier for Trini’s brothers and dad to communicate with her. She manages to even impress Trini’s mom and manages to have forge somewhat of an acquaintanceship, but she’s still wary.

They’re in love, that’s all I’ve got to say.

Secrets And Lies - Two

Reid x Reader

Another three months had gone by since that night in the hotel room. It hadn’t gone down as Y/N had envisioned it, Spencer hadn’t broken it off with her and broken her heart.

Instead he’d gently coaxed out of her the words she’d been so scared of speaking, replying with his own declaration of love and adoration for her.

“So what happens now?” she’d asked.

“I’ll leave Georgia so we can be together, if that’s what you want.”

“Spencer, this isn’t just about what I want. This won’t work if it’s just about me. You have to want this to. Because it’s a big ask for you to hurt the person you’ve been with for so long.”

“But if I don’t hurt her, I’m hurting you. And myself. I want this, I want you. It’s wrong how this has happened, but it has. We have to accept that. We did something wrong and we have to make it right.”

So when he’d crept out of Y/N’s room that morning, it was with a promise that once Georgia arrived home that evening, he’d end things. And that he’d let Y/N know as soon as it was done.

So she waited, all night. For a phone call, a text message, a knock at her door that never came. And by the early hours of the morning she’d convinced herself that their conversation earlier had been a lie, and that Spencer just hadn’t been able to handle letting her down to her face. She berated herself for being so dumb, so stupid. For believing the words of a man that would cheat on his girlfriend. Y/N worked herself into a state and when it was time for work the next morning, she had one hell of a job trying to cover her puffy eyes and dry lips from all of the crying.

She was sure she’d managed it though until a moment on the teams jet. Y/N had gone to the bathroom and when she opened the door to leave, JJ was standing there waiting for her.

“Everything okay?” she asked, her concerned blue eyes searching Y/N’s face.

“Erm yeah. Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been very quiet this morning and….. Well, you don’t seem yourself right now. If there’s anything you want to talk about, we can you know.”

She very nearly tugged Jennifer into the bathroom with her then, ready to break down and spill all of the details of hers and Spencer’s sordid affair. But she glanced down the aisle and saw Spencer look up from his book, catching her eye.

“Everything’s fine JJ. I just didn’t sleep well last night that’s all.”

The blonde profiler chose to let it go as Y/N moved passed her and back to her seat, avoiding Spencer’s gaze.

Later that night when the team were at their motel, Y/N heard a knock on her door as she was getting ready for bed. Thinking it was JJ coming to pry again, she opened the door to see it was Spencer and immediately tried to close it on him. She wasn’t in the mood for this. Not here, not now. He blocked her move and pushed into the room, closing the door behind him.

“I need to explain,” he said quietly as she looked every where in the room but at him.

“No you don’t, it’s fine. I get it.”

“Y/N……Look at me, please.”

When she didn’t, Spencer crossed the room to her and gently cupped her chin with his hand, turning her face to his.

“I couldn’t do it yesterday. I will do it, I swear it. But I can’t do it right now,” his hazel eyes were full of conflict and emotion and Y/N wanted to pull away from him but found that she wasn’t able to make herself.

“When Georgia came home yesterday, she was a mess. Her Dad called her whilst she was driving home, her Mom died.”

Oh.

“You see, as much I want to end things with her, I can’t hurt her anymore right now. I need to stay with her until the funeral is over at least, possibly a bit longer. I don’t want to stay with her though but I have to right now, please don’t think that this is an excuse. I can show you the messages from her that she’s sent me today if you don’t believe me.”

Did Y/N really want to be the person who asked for proof of something like that? No. Even though a tiny part inside her head was saying that it wasan excuse, she didn’t think it was. And as much as she wanted to be truly selfish here, she understood Spencer’s reasoning. Georgia was going to need him.

But for how long? Because she needed him too.

“You’re still…. You’re still going to end it. You still want us?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Spencer nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, embracing her and she buried her head into his shirt.

“I still want us. More than you’ll ever know. I just…. I can’t give you a time frame here. I want to say a few weeks, but it could be a month or so. I know it’s a lot to ask but… can you give me that time? Will you wait? I’ll understand if you can’t, it’ll kill me inside but I understand.”

“Spencer, I’ll wait for you. I love you.”

“I love you too. So very much.”

So time passed by, Spencer and Y/N continued their affair behind Georgia’s back, leaving both of them feeling terrible after each brief encounter.

Because Georgia had taken some time off from her job to deal with her grief, that meant that Spencer and Y/N didn’t get much time with each other. A few snatched moments when they were in a motel when out on a case was really all they had, something neither of them liked doing because they were in such close proximity to the team. A phone call here and there at the weekend, text messages which Y/N knew Spencer would delete straight away.

She hated this but she didn’t realise that he hated it even more. She didn’t know the pain he was going through trying to be there for someone he no longer loved, trying to soothe them and to assure them that everything would be okay when he knew that he was going to make everything not okay as soon as he felt able to do it.

Which was another sore point between the two lovers.

Y/N wanted a date, a time limit on how long she’d have to wait. When the first month turn into two months and then stretched to the third, she because increasingly frustrated with Spencer and it showed when they were together. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this a secret.

Every time her phone sang out Spencer’s ring tone, she answered eagerly, wanting it to be him telling her he’d done it. But it never was.

And whenever she pressed the subject, he’d tell that he loved her but that the time wasn’t right yet; that Georgia was still a mess.

And so she continued to wait, hating herself, hating him, and hating Georgia because she had the one thing that she wanted. Spencer.

Y/N knew the woman wasn’t having an easy time with life currently. She constantly stalked her Facebook and Twitter, and Georgia was regularly leaving messages on her Mom’s Facebook wall telling her how much she missed her.

Still, every time she saw her update it to an activity that included Spencer, she seethed onside.

“Watching the new Dr Who and eating a home cooked steak with the boy. Can always count on him to cheer me up.”

Nope. Nope nope NOPE.

Status’s like that made Y/N want to drive around to Spencer’s apartment to show Georgia just exactly what her boy had been up to. But she didn’t. Because she didn’t want to end this for Spencer. He had to do it.

Later on in the evening when Y/N would be lying in bed, Reid would normally text her. She knew that meant Georgia was asleep. He’d apologise, he knew she checked up on them. And then he’d assure that he loved HER, and that they’d be together soon.

Y/N just felt lost now. She was stuck in limbo. She’d told Spencer that she’d wait, but so far she couldn’t see that he was making any movement towards leaving his partner.
She understood his predicament, but it didn’t make it any easier on her. The last two times they’d managed to spend time with each other she’d ended up sobbing uncontrollably after he’d left.

He shouldn’t be leaving her, he should be staying the night, holding her tight. They should be waking up with each other, spending everyday together.

But they weren’t.

And he just kept asking her to wait.

She couldn’t confide in anyone about this or ask for their advice. Even JJ had stopped asking her if anything was wrong whenever she saw her puffy eyes. Y/N wondered if the team actually suspected anything. No one said anything to them and Y/N thought they did a pretty good job of hiding things when they were at work, but they did work with profilers after all.

They also had to have picked up the fact the Reid hardly mentioned Georgia now unless he was directly asked about her. And whenever he did, Y/N would bury her head in whatever paperwork she had in front of her, trying desperately not to listen.

When the three months stretched into another, Y/N came to a decision. She called him up and made him meet her at a small café they’d discovered together.

“You have three weeks Spencer. Til the end of this month. I can’t wait any longer than that. If you don’t tell her then…. ”

“What, you’ll tell her?” was secretly what Spencer was hoping she’d say. He was too much of a coward to do it himself really. He knew he was dragging this out for far longer than he should. He knew he was hurting Y/N terribly but he just…. Couldn’t. Every time he thought that he was ready to tell Georgia, something would happen. She’d find an old picture of her and her Mom or she’d be reminded of an old memory and she’d start to cry again. And Spencer couldn’t bring himself to add to those tears.

“No. I’m not telling her for you. You have to do that yourself. But if you don’t tell her, I’m gone. I’ve been speaking with Hotch, letting him know that I’m looking into transferring out. He’ll support my application to move. At the end of this month, we all have our two weeks mandatory leave. I’ve rented a cabin by a lake to spend some time either by myself to get over you, or to spend it with you. I’ll be leaving at nine am on the Friday morning. If you’re not waiting at my apartment by nine am, we’re done. And when I return, I’m handing in my transfer papers.”

With that, Y/N stood up and walked away, leaving Spencer sitting shell shocked at the table.

A/N: Lemme know what you think!

Their Story

**NOT MY GIF**

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: This is my entry for @hunters-from-stark-tower ‘s 3k Movie AU challenge. Follows Baz Luhrmann’s Moulin Rouge pretty closely, save some parts. (Note: there are quotes in this that do not belong to me)

Words: approx. 3.4k

Prompt: Moulin Rouge AU

Warnings: kissing, bad writing, death

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Montmartre

The click click click of the man’s fingers upon the keys of the typewriter fill the air with a sense of melancholy.

This man, he does not remember happiness. Only emptiness.

His love’s lips had been cold when he’d last kissed her. Cold. So cold. The taste of blood filling his mouth with its iron tang. Her eyes had been so lifeless, staring into empty chaos.

He remembered pleading for her to come back to him. She hadn’t listened.

And now he sits, a lonely man in a lonely land, telling a story of a lost love and a lost hope that no one will hear.

This my friends is the story of James Buchanan Barnes. The man who’s one aspiration is to teach a lesson of love:

The greatest thing
You’ll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved.
…in return

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Tyler Seguin #1.2

Anonymous said: Part 2 of the Tyler imagine, maybe Tyler is the one who gets jealous ? 😊

A/N: so this got like just a little steamy, but yeah whatevs haha hope you liked it :) also this did skip a few on the queue simply because i got inspiration to write something tyler related 

Word Count: 1,135

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

“Yeah, no, it’s just that Nicole said she was going to be back Friday to me,” you said into the phone that you held up to your ear. Licking off your spoon of yogurt, you looked out the window and at your backyard that was recently cleaned up by your gardeners. 

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ACTUALLY...

Originally posted by everythingjustindrewbieber


A little bit of cute and fluffy for y’all. Your welcome.


“Babe!” Justin’s voice echoed from downstairs. Continuing to scroll through my rather boring feed, I answered “Yeah Jay?”

Footsteps were heard from down the hall until a casually dressed Justin found his way into the room with a pair of keys and his phone in hand.

“Za needs me right now. Says it’s an emergency or something. I know it’s my day but can you do the laundry today. Please!” He pouted.

Are you kidding? This is the third day in a row. When I moved in with Justin I made it very clear that we were going to have to split the house work because, one; I work full time and need a break also. And two; there is no way in hell I would ever become a house wife.

“Justin,” I whined. “Seriously?”

“I know.” Justin quickly replied “but I swear if you do it this one time, I’ll do it for the next week.”

“A Week? Wow. You want me to do the washing so bad that you would rather do it for a week then have me not do it today?”

“Y/N.” He warned.

I chuckled “Okay, Okay. I’ll do it.”

He smiled. “Thank you baby.”

He swung off the door frame which he was leaning on and ran over, Placing a small peck on my forehead before jogging out of the room and down the stairs until the sound of the front door closing was heard throughout the large house.

I sighed, picking myself off the bed and lazily made my way over into the laundry room.

The basket full of dirty clothes lay next to the washing machine, full of clothes that had been worn the previous day. It was shocking how much clothes where in there considering we washed every single day. But I must add that 80 percent of the clothes where Justin’s.

I sighed deeply and walked over to the basket, looking through the clothes, separating the blacks from the whites and clearing the pockets of any tissue or gum that had been disregarded in them.

It came down to two items. One of my dresses and then a pair of dress pants Justin wore out to our dinner date last night.

I picked up the dress, throwing it into the machine considering It didn’t have any pockets then leaned down to pick up Justin’s pants. As I pulled up the clothing item, I noticed that it seemed heavier the usual. My eyebrows furrowed as I noticed a large bulge in the right pocket.

I quickly picked at the pants, digging straight into his pocket. The item was hard and felt like velvet once I ran my fingers over it, but there was also what seemed to be a folded up piece of paper next to it. I pulled out both objects, disregarding the pants on the floor once I had the two items in my hand.

The box was what I had imagined, velvet and black, but next to it - the note - was folded with little letters which said ‘read me first’ inked into it.

I placed the box down on the side of the laundry sink and quickly harassed my fingers to unfold the paper that was covered in neatly written blue handwriting.

'Y/N, you don’t understand how much I love you. How much I need you. You are seriously the love of my life. And out of the 22 years I’ve been alive, the 4 I spent with you are the best I’ve ever experienced. I’m writing this to you to take my chances, sending you how I feel because someone once told me that once we accept our limits, we usually go beyond them. And I know you said that you weren’t sure if you were ready but I just can’t ignore feeling as if I need you around to just simply breath. I need to make you mine in more then just a said commitment. I want a vow. To say my vows. Our vows. So I’m taking this once in a lifetime opportunity in uniting with my soulmate, and I’m begging you to take this chance too.

Marry me my princess?

Turn around.’

As tears fell far from my eyes, I quickly shot around to see Justin standing in the door way with a bouquet of roses. The paper slipped from my fingers as I watched the smile on his face grow slightly since he leaned over to grab the black box off the sink.

And although I already knew what was happening, it still shocked me to see him bend down on one knee and open the box.

“Will you?” He asked. A hopeful look in his face.

Speechless was the word I could use to describe this moment, so instead of saying anything I lept forward and smashed his lips against mine.

Justin stumbled to stand up but immediately wrapped both arms around my body and began fumbling around with something behind my back.

I slowly pulled away but as I did, his hand came back around to show me that he had pulled the ring from out of the box. Slowly he slid it onto my ring finger and smiled lovingly at me, one that I easily returned.

One look at the amazing ring Justin bought me was all I needed to immediately throw my lips upon his once more. Finally realising just how lucky I was to have not Justin Bieber the singer. But Justin, the amazing, romantic, passionate and loving boyfriend I had always dreamed about.

Actually - fiancé.

Lit by the Moon

I felt like writing a Plumiere mini-fic, so here we go.

They have been dancing all night long. They should have been in bed hours ago—and oh, that call to wake at four in the morning will hurt, tomorrow—but with the ballroom’s silent tapers still lit, and all the guests gone, and the prince and his father asleep in their beds, they couldn’t resist. Mrs. Potts watched for a while, but eventually yawned and took herself to bed; Cogsworth had no idea they were still up—their closed bedroom doors had been proof enough for him. And underneath the night sky, and the hazy moon streaking in through the windows, and the candles melting to nothing, two hands clasped and four feet danced.

He is nineteen. She is just under that. They twirl beneath the stars. Her maid’s cap came undone ages ago, and now the curls of her wig just bob and flutter. He has lost his handkerchief, and likely most of his wits as well, spinning Plumette around.

Finally she gasps, and shakes, and drops a little as her feet give out beneath her. “I cannot dance for any longer! My legs are fit to disappear.”

He laughs and pulls her up—no, picks her up, as if she is light, though of course her petticoats and panniers must be heavy. “Disappearing legs, eh? I must carry you to bed, then.”

“You are too weak!”

“You make me strong,” and he smiles as he carries her up the stairs. (after two flights, of course, he is weak, and she walks the rest of the way beside him.)

They arrive at her room, and he helps her get off the wig and the makeup. He discretely looks away as she eases out of her stays, and only when she is tucked in bed does he come to sit at the end of it. He has lit a candlestick to warn off the night, and bounces on her feather mattress to make her laugh.

“And what shall you dream of tonight?” he asks. He will not stay the night, but they often pass hours like this—he does not like her to slip away without him; he always wants a thorough goodbye, a thorough goodnight. Lumiere is her best friend—and she is eighteen—and he is lit by candlelight, as he smiles in the dark.

“I want a fairy-story. “He laughs. Asking Lumiere to tell stories is like asking the sun to rise—asking for the inevitable, but still worth it, just to believe that you had some say in the blaze of light.

“With a princess, yes, made of feathers and eiderdown? Or a ballerina?”

She snuggles into her bed, obviously eager for the story. He settles into the blankets before her.

“Once upon a time there was a beautiful toy ballerina—just made out of paper and feathers, the kind well-loved by little girls. And well-loved by others, too: for this ballerina was loved by a little tin soldier, a metal man that stood among the toy box.”

He was making this straight up out of his head—or maybe he had heard it back in Paris, from some wandering Dane or Englishman, and was now twisting it to suit her fancy. Plumette watched him with full eyes.

“The little tin soldier stood out because he couldn’t move,” said Lumiere. “One leg, you understand—some mistake of the metal, that made him stand still. He hated standing still—not when his chérie, his darling, was right there, just beyond his reach, yet not out of reach of his heart.”

He gestures too much, and touches the candle, and swears at the burn of the wax on his skin.

“—Anyway. Day after day the little toy soldier yearned for the ballerina, dancing and spinning just out of reach; and yet he could never speak to her, nor dance beside her. He could not move. Until one day the wind came in, and caught up the ballerina—and threw her, feathers and all, into the fire!”

“Oh!”

Oui, you may cry ‘oh.’  That’s what everyone else did. But not the little metal man—at the sight of his love, all fit to burn, he found his panache, and threw himself into the fire beside her.”

It is all hushed in the palace. Wax is dripping onto Lumiere’s coat, but he’s stopped noticing. Plumette has stopped breathing, a little.

“And then?”

“And then, if you follow the story as it was told to me in Paris, the metal-man melts and the feather-girl burns.” Lumiere grimaces. “But I never saw it that way.

“Why, the metal-man loved the feather-girl. To leave their story, so—with the feather-girl never saying goodbye, goodnight, good luck—a story such as that is too sad to tell at night. So if you ask me, and not the Dane who spoke me this tale—”

Plumette leans forward. Lumiere leans forward. Their hands nearly touch on the coverlet.

“The metal man’s movement shakes the girl free. If a feather can be tossed by the wind, can it not be tossed by the movement of a man who has never danced? The ballerina flies up the chimney, her feathers flying free, and she pulls up the tin soldier with her. They reach the rooftops of Paris—and there they see the stars—and with feathers and tin, they fly off to the moon.”

Plumette giggles. “Do all lovers go to the moon?”

“Either that, or they are burnt by the sun.” Lumiere smiles. “The moon has nearly set now, and Chapeau will note me for leaving my bed untouched all through this night. I should go, ma chérie. Bonne nuit, my Plumette.”

Bonne nuit, my Lumiere.” He takes his leave slowly, but is eventually gone, the candle glowing as it disappears around her door. She relaxes deeper into her feather bed as the moon sets streaks across her face. Feathers, tin men, fire, and lovers…..

“You’d think he was in love,” she murmurs, and drops off to her dreams.

anonymous asked:

duuddde can you write potty mouth Ava and appalled Jane trying to figure out which of the adults- Kurt, Roman or Tasha, taught her the new curse word she loves to use for everything? potty mouth Ava is honestly amazing and i love your writing <3

DUDE! I can totally do that! This was so much fun! I hope you like it.


Jane opened her eyes slowly and stretched in the empty bed. She usually hated waking up to an empty, waking up without Kurt’s arms around her, but this morning things were different. For starters, she’d spent all of Saturday getting the deluxe spa treatment in an all girls day with Patterson and Sarah, while Kurt, Roman and Tasha took care of Ava and Sawyer.

Sarah had won the tickets at an event at work, and even though it was awkward at first having to choose only two of the three ladies, Tasha made it easier when she instead decided that the day Kurt had planned was more fun.

“A day at the spa sounds amazing,” she had said, “but I’m gonna make it easier for everyone and say I’d much rather go to the beach-laser tag-backyard camping thing Kurt has planned.”

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Happy Birthday - SMUT

Pairing: Joe Sugg x Reader

Request:  “Can I have a Joe sugg smut please?”

You were half asleep in bed, feeling something running up and down your thighs. You groaned and pulled the duvet closer to your chin, trying to fall back to sleep. You heard a deep chuckle near your ear. “Happy Birthday baby.”

You groggily opened your eyes and turned over and you found yourself in the warm arms of your boyfriend, Joe. You smiled when you realised he was right; it was your birthday. “Morning” you whispered. Joe smiled back at you and his hand moved to your waist. He slipped it under your tank top. He leaned in to give you a kiss and you naturally reciprocated. His hand snuck up your body and rested on your breast. While still kissing you he started to gently tweak your nipple and you moaned into the kiss and felt him smile against your lips. He loved to tease you.

He moved down to kissing your neck, he knew it drove you crazy. “I’m going to spoil you today babe” He abandoned your neck and shifted down the bed. He spread your legs and lay in between them. “Starting now.” You had just slept in underwear and a tank top so you were already quite exposed. He began leaving kisses up your thighs and just as he’d get close to where you wanted him most he’d switch to the other thigh and chuckle to himself, enjoying your desperation.

“Please Joe” you pleaded. You needed some friction, you were about to reach your hand down there yourself when he looped a finger in each side of your underwear and pulled them down, leaning to one side so he could pull them all the way off and discard them on the bed. You moaned impatiently at him.  He rested his hands on the tops of your thighs, making sure they stayed spread. You felt his mouth on your clit ad you instantly felt yourself melt.  He used his tongue to flick your clit and he reached one hand up to again play with your nipple. The combination was driving you wild.  He lightly pinched your nipple and you moaned. Joe loved hearing you moan for him.

He moved his tongue to focus on your entrance and his thumb took over on your clit, slowly rubbing it. Joe brought his head up for a moment but increased the intensity of his thumb on your clit. Your breathing was getting more laboured and he just watched you enjoying it for a few moments. “Tell me what you want baby.”

You looked down at him “I need your fingers Joe, fuck.” You felt Joe slide a finger into you, burying his head again to use his tongue on our clit. You were in ecstasy, feeling Joe’s finger move in and out and his tongue making your writhe on the bed when you felt another finger being added. You hummed contently at the fullness.  Joe was going so deep every time and you couldn’t help but mumble swear words every now and them. As your breathing sped up and he knew you were close he stopped using his mouth so he could focus on hitting your g-spot, curling his fingers to do so. You knew he got your g-spot when you literally convulsed and a quiet but high-pitched sound came out of your mouth and he kept pumping his fingers in and out. He lightly kissed on a sweet spot at the top of your inner thigh, leaving hickeys.

 “Are you close baby?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Come on Y/N, come for me. I want you to come on my fingers while I fuck you with them.” His words were enough to spur you on and he quickened his pace. You grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth to your clit again and he obliged.

You felt your orgasm wash over you and Joe kept moving his fingers and you squeezed your eyes shut as you came.

When you opened them again Joe was back at your side and wrapping you into his arms, you cuddled into him.  Joe kissed you on the temple “Happy birthday again Y/N”


A/N: Hope it’s what you wanted and that you guys enjoyed it :) Feel free to request anything else!

A fidgety patient

“Lie very still, right? The bone is broken.” Molly stated, giving Sherlock a sharp look in the eye. His eyes were downcast, fixed on the coffee table in front as she prodded and poked at his broken wrist, reaching for the first aid kit to grab some bandages to strap his wrist up.

Upon inspection she found they’d run out. God knows what Sherlock had used them for: it certainly hadn’t been her. He’d probably needed them for a case or something, knowing him. She smiled to herself and turned to meet his eyes.

“Stay here okay. I’m going to get something to sort your wrist out.” She turned to head through to her - their - room. At the door she felt a movement and spin around instinctively. Sherlock’s hand was halfway to reaching for his mobile.

“Put. That. Down.” She glowered. “Now.” He faltered slightly under her gaze and leaned back into the sofa. Watching. Waiting. The impudent bastard, she thought scathingly.

“If I see you move so much as a finger before this wrist has had chance to heal, Sherlock Holmes, I swear I will batter you so hard that not even Mycroft will be able to stop me.”

It was only when she had left that he let out a smirk, that grew into a fit of laughter that even she couldn’t fail to hear from the other end of her flat.

That was when Molly Hooper raced back into the room, full force, pelting every item of clothing she could lay her hands on, at Sherlock bloody Holmes.

He was lucky she loved him so much.

4

“Oh my God,” Sarah yelled, throwing all of her Monopoly money at Hunter. “I hate this game, who’s idea was it to play Monopoly?”

Heath meekly raised his hand, “mine?”

“I hate you right now,” she laughed. 

“I’m lovin it,” Hunter grinned, adding Sarah’s loss to his giant pile. 

Des rolled the dice and moved her thimble, landing on yet another of Hunter’s properties, “he’s cheating, I swear he’s cheating…”

“I own St. James places, plus all the oranges, plus hotels….” he gloated. 

“I’m out,” Des tossed all of her money at Hunter. 

“God,” Mel laughed. “You’re a Monopoly shark Hunter, I had no idea you were this competitive. Is he always like this?” she laughed, asking the rest of the group.

Hunter shrugged and rubbed his fingers together to suggest they were full of cash. 

“He’s lying,” Sarah blurted out. “This is seriously the first time he’s won in months. Normally he sucks at games because he’s texting the whole time.”

Game night continued with lots of laughter and banter, with Hunter eventually beating everyone by a landslide. 

Grade A Something

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Words:   675

-Just a fun little Tony Stark one shot I wanted to write-

A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, send me an ask. :)

Originally posted by dailymarvel

         You slammed the door, walking right to where Tony was standing. He had a smirk on his face as he talked with the rest of the Avengers. When he noticed you walk in, he smiled, “Hi, Sweetheart,” he said.

           “Don’t you dare,” you practically growled.

           “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.

           “Tony Stark, you are a grade A son of a bitch,” you hissed at him, “I cannot believe you right now.”

           “What did I do?” Tony looked shocked.

           Everyone else was quiet, not daring to say a word or make a move.

           “I swear, you really are just so full of yourself. If you don’t know what you did, I’m not just going to stick around.”

           You turned on your heels and stormed out of the room, going back to the room you shared with Tony, slamming doors as you went.

           You heard Tony excuse himself from the group and make his way toward the room as well, following you.

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Trial and Error (Final Part)

Summary: Bucky Barnes has a crush on you, but you don’t give him the time of day. However, he’s not giving up.

Word Count: 971

Warnings: None.

Part One - Part Two

A/N: And that’s a wrap! Big thanks to everyone who commented/reblogged/liked this story. Hope you guys enjoy the ending!

Originally posted by sebtrashianstanimagines

Parting your eyes, you looked around and noticed you were still in the entertainment room, your body relaxing on one end of the sofa. Bucky was sound asleep on the other side of the couch, snoring softly. You smiled at the scene, remembering your conversation from the night before. You couldn’t believe you actually talked to him and he talked to you. He was so engrossed in learning about what you did and you could never get enough of Bucky’s stories from back in the day. You were certain that the conversation was not a big deal to him, but it meant a lot to you.

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Too Late For Apologies

Request: Can I get a angst story when jk start having an affair with someone at work late at light she called but his wife pick up while she watching his kid I’m hoping she end up with someone who is right for her but he doesn’t like that she seeing someone thanks (TT)

Originally posted by jengkook

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2.220

A/N: the first part is in italics bc it’s smut my first smut omg. if you’re uncomfortable reading it, just skip to the normal writing :) also i didn’t reread it yet bc it’s past midnight, i’m super tired & going to sleep now, so sorry for any mistakes!


His breath went intermittently as he pushed himself over and over again into Mia, his coworker, who was sitting on her desk, legs wrapped around Jungkook’s torso. She sloppily started kissing his neck, sucking and biting on it until he let go of her waist, firmly grabbed her chin and stopped her from marking him. “Don’t”, he breathed. “She’ll notice.” 

Mia moaned as he picked up his pace and thrust roughly into her, making the whole desk bang against the wall. Nobody was left at the office, so he didn’t really care how loud they were and how much furniture they were destroying with this sinful act. Her nails dug into his back while she moaned in pleasure, making Jungkook’s mind go crazy and soon both were over the edge, gasping for air and hungrily taking each other in.

As he rode out their high and finally pulled out, his thoughts slipped back to where he should have been at the moment, instead of fooling around with his coworker. He slipped off his condom, made a knot in it and threw it into the trash can, not bothered by the thought that someone might find it in there and question it. It wasn’t his desk anyway.

Putting his boxers back on, he felt Mia’s cold hands wrap around his waist and her lips on his shoulder, leaving soft trails. She hummed against his skin and he felt goosebumps on his arms, making him slightly shiver. “Already putting your boxers back on?”, she asked softly. “What happened to the promised round two?”, her eyes darkened and he could tell by the look of it that she was already getting wet, only thinking about his cock inside of her again.

He gently removed her arms from his body and turned around, facing her and cupping her cheeks in his hands. “I really need to go. I told my wife, I’d be working late tonight but I have to be home in 30 minutes or she’ll start worrying and call”, he quickly kissed Mia’s lips, tasting her for the last time that night and quickly put his clothes back on, leaving a naked, confused and hurt coworker behind.


“Hey honey”, he whispered into your ear, softly stroking your back. You stiffened under his touch but kept your eyes closed, not wanting to see him. You had put your daughter to bed alone, which seemed normal to her already but not to you. A couple of months ago, Jungkook would always make sure to be home by the time your daughter had to go to bed, as she usually only got to see her dad in the morning before going to kindergarten and on the weekends. You were so sick of his excuses, always telling you something else why he had to stay late at work and not being able to come home until late at night. You missed him, your daughter missed him but he didn’t seem to feel guilty at all. “Babe, I know you’re awake, you always sleep with your mouth slightly open”, Jungkook chuckled and pulled you closer. 

“What’s wrong?”, he innocently asked, placing soft kisses on your bare shoulder. You roughly turned around, removing his hands and lips from you and stared at him. “How was work?”, you simply asked, rising an eyebrow suspiciously. 

He sighed and let himself fall fully onto the bed next to you. “Rough, as usual. I don’t understand why my boss always thinks it’s okay to make me stay extra long. I’m so exhausted.” 

Jungkook tried to snuggle up to you again but you wouldn’t give in that easy. “Since when do you use such sweet smelling perfume?”, you asked instead while slightly sniffling . You felt him freeze and you closed your eyes, already knowing the answer. 

He didn’t say anything, too stunned to even think properly so you decided to avoid an argument so late at night, which might wake your daughter up. So you turned around, pushed his hands off you and closed your eyes, tears slowly streaming down your face.


It was Saturday afternoon and you had decided to forget about Jungkook’s odd behavior and spent some quality time with the whole family. Your daughter was playing in the living room, building a tent out of pillows and Jungkook was out buying some snacks for you guys, as you were about to watch your daughter’s favorite movie together - Disney’s Frozen. You could already hear her singing the songs to herself, while you washed the dishes to have all the chores done by the time Jungkook was back. 

That’s when his phone started to ring. You dried your hands and sprinted towards the kitchen table where his phone was lying. He always told you, that in case he forgot his phone at home at any time, you should pick up and note down everything, so he’d know what the caller wanted.

You picked up the phone, slightly out of breath. “Hello?”

You were met with silence. “Hello?”, you repeated yourself. “Who’s there?”

A shaky breath could be heard through the phone and you thought someone must have been prank calling until the person spoke. “This is Mia, your husband’s coworker”, she stuttered.

“Oh hello. Jungkook isn’t here right now, do you want to leave a message for him or something?”, you politely asked, smiling at your little daughter who was still in her own little world.

“Uhm…I”, you heard her hesitate. 

“Or do you want to try and call later?”, you suggested, feeling her uneasiness towards you.

“No! I mean, no”, she let out a shaky breath. “Actually I didn’t plan to do this but seeing how nice you are and sweet, I just can’t do it any longer.”

You froze and you hold your breath, already sensing what was about to come.

“Jungkook and I have been sleeping together for several months now”, you heard her say and his phone slipped out of your hands, onto the floor. Your daughter looked up and gave you an irritated look but you forced yourself to smile at her reassuring, picked the phone up and ran into the kitchen, closing the door behind you. 

“didn’t want to tell you but I feel like the worst person on the planet and I needed you to know. Please, don’t be mad at him”, she sniffed and you clenched your free hand into a fist.

“Are you seriously telling me right now to not be mad at my husband for cheating on me with his coworker over the course of several months?”, you coldly asked.

Mia was about to answer when you cut her off, all the anger being too much for you. “No, don’t even start. You know what? Just go fuck yourself. Or no better, I’ll send Jungkook over to you, so you two can keep being fuck buddies”, you spat and hang up, throwing his phone against the refrigerator, making it break into pieces.

That’s when you heard the front door open and your daughter happily cheering for her dad, bringing you back into your current situation. Hastily you gripped a pen and a paper, writing down a note and wiping away your tears. You grabbed your own phone, sending your best friend a quick message, asking if you and your daughter could stay the night, to which she immediately answered with yes.

You placed your phone back into your back pocket and opened the kitchen door, walking up to Jungkook, handing him the note you had just written. He looked at you in confusion, setting your daughter down on the ground. “Did someone call?”, he questioned you irritated and accepted the piece of paper. 

Mia called. Go fuck yourself.

He looked up at you in shock and stretched his hand out to, trying to get a hold of your hands to bring you closer but you were faster. You grabbed your little girl and walked away from Jungkook into her room, biting your inner cheek so you wouldn’t cry in front of her. “Go grab your pajama and your toothbrush, we’ll be sleeping over at (Y/B/F)’s house tonight, okay sweetie?”

Being the good girl she was, she didn’t ask any questions and happily went to grab her things. You went into your own bedroom, collecting a few things for your improvised sleepover when you heard Jungkook come into the bedroom, following your moves. 

“(Y/N) please let me explain”, he plead, stopping you by grabbing your arm and turning you to look at him. By now, your face was completely wet with tears streaming down your face, eyes read and puffy and you pushed him away, full of anger and frustration. 

“Don’t touch me”, you growled, trying to keep your voice down, so your daughter wouldn’t wonder what was going on.

Jungkook started walking towards you slowly, baffled by the strength you had but determined to talk to you and calm you down. “Listen babe, I swear I can explain, please just listen to me for a second”, he begged.

You grabbed your now fully packed bag and looked at him painfully. “I gave you so many chances to spill out the truth Jungkook. So many. How often did you come home late at night, I was still awake, asking you about where you had been or what you had done? How work was and if you had any company?”, you wiped away the tears that were still falling. 

“I should’ve left the second I got suspicious”, was all you said when you took off your wedding ring, placed it into Jungkook’s hand and hastily made your way to the front door, calling for you daughter and leaving a heartbroken Jungkook behind.


Contemplative Jungkook made his way through the nearest park of his new apartment. A year had past since you had left him and took his daughter with him. A year since he ruined the best thing he had in life, only because his hormones couldn’t resist this young and attractive coworker. He blamed himself probably more than you blamed him, waking up every night, crying and hyperventilating because you aren’t by his side. He had tried to get you back over and over again. Doing everything he could think of, to make you forgive him. But nothing worked.

So here he was today, wandering through the park, envying all those happy families who were playing and having picnics together. He was in deep thoughts, pitying himself when he heard your voice, filled with laughter and followed by a high pitched scream of his daughter and a manly laugh right afterwards. 

He quickly looked up and turned to the direction it was coming from and indeed. There you were, smiling from ear to ear in the arms of that stranger, who was making faces to Jungkook’s daughter.

His blood was boiling from jealousy and without thinking twice, he walked up to your little group and cleared his throat. You looked up and your smile immediately faded, making Jungkook’s heart break into little pieces. He still remembered the times, only he could make you smile so big that your eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky, his touch making you close your eyes and hum silently. Nowadays, whenever he’d see you, you had the same frown in your face, tying to hide all the hurt emotions you still felt, from him.

“Hi”, you simply said, not even looking directly at him. 

“Hey…”, he answered when suddenly his daughter ran up to him, wrapping her tiny arms around his leg. “Daddy! Look who’s here too, making silly faces”, she giggled.

Jungkook looked at the man, who shyly smiled at him and waved slightly. “Hey sweet potato! Yes, I see him and who is that?”, he tried asking his daughter, afraid to hear the real answer.

“That’s Jimin, you silly! Mommy’s new boyfriend”, she laughed and ran back to the playground. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain that shot right into his heart, making him catch his breath and clench his fists. 

In all honesty, he wanted to cry and beg you on his knees to come back to him. He wanted to hold you in his arms like he used to and smell your sweet scent every time he’d bury his face in your neck. He wanted to feel your heartbeat every time he hold you close and hear your soft breathing while you were asleep. He wanted to admire your beauty every night and every day. He wanted to do so many things that he couldn’t do anymore but his heart had hoped that one day you’ll forgive him. That one day, you two could be together again and that all pain would have been forgotten. That one day, you three could be a family again. But seeing Jimin, your new boyfriend, and how happy he made you, all his hopes got crashed in a matter of seconds. Jungkook didn’t know how to deal with the pain that he felt in his whole body, tears about to spill out of his eyes. So he simply nodded at Jimin, giving you one last look before turning around and walking back to his apartment.

“I will always love you (Y/N)”, he whispered to himself and let the tears finally roll down his cheeks.

Originally posted by bobhwa

Couldn’t find the gif that I wanted to but oh well this is cute too hehe here’s some silly Jiwon for you guys :-)


“Aren’t you gonna get out of there?” Bobby asked, amused as he saw how you’ve been sitting in his luggage hugging your knees for the past half an hour while he walked up and down the room gathering his belongings.


“Anything to stop you from leaving me actually,” You frowned.


As much as you looked forward to the little breaks he had once every few months, it also meant having to deal with parting ways and you absolutely hated it whenever it was time for him to leave. You weren’t looking forward to the part about last goodnights, sending him off to the airport, teary hugs, 3am skype calls but being in a long distance relationship meant exactly that and sometimes more.

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tae-meen  asked:

Jungkook & #5 (::::

Helping Hands (Jeon Jeongguk)

Because this is a request from you, @tae-meen​, I’m just going to automatically assume you want the D. :) 

Warning! Explicit Content!
4/10 of the AU Prompts
6 slots are still available
Student-Teacher AU
Kinks: Bondage, Spanking, Oral, Masturbation
Summary: Caught in the act.

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Theirs (Maknae Line Smut)

*This is intense at least for me~*

 It was almost like you were their prey. Their hungry eyes was always watching, one if not all had his eyes on you. At first you didn’t notice, dismissing their glances as them looking at something behind you, not at you.

Then, you started to notice the pattern, they were all close to you but it felt like they were in a race to get you. They would fight for your attention, Taehyung and Jimin butting heads while Jungkook sneaks past them both.

It wasn’t until now you noticed all this little things they’ve done to get to you. You sat in between Taehyung and Jimin, Jungkook having to see on your one seater.

It was supposed to be casual, just hanging out with your three close friends but there was thick tension in the room. Jimin put his hand on your leg, Tae following suit and you looked at them both.

“J-Jimin. T-Tae.”

“Relax, babydoll. It’s just us.”

“Y/N.” Jungkook called you, gaining your attention but the hands of Tae and Jimin got closer into your pelvis. You thought about it plenty of times, being with all three of them. You had to convince yourself it was simply out of fairness to sleep with all three.

“Will you..?” He didn’t have to continue his words, you already knew what he meant. You didn’t need to speak, just kissing Jimin in response. Jungkook no longer isolated, came between your legs to squat in between them.

“Spread them.” Jungkook’s tone become more definitive, a voice from someone who wanted things done without question. You did as he said, having no objections to his words and he lifted both your legs anyways. Your panties being tossed aside and your growing wet pussy was in his full view.

You almost forgot Tae and Jimin, both of them now lifting up your shirt. Your bra was tossed aside as well, both of them immediately sucking on your nipples. They both had their own techniques, Jimin pulled and licked while Tae flicked and nibbled.

“S-Shit.”

“Oh, Y/N was that a curse word you just said? Good girls don’t swear, babe.” He hit your thigh, oddly enough was sensitive to his hit. He peered at your pussy, that alone was gruelling.

Meanwhile, Jimin moved up to your neck and Tae to your collarbone. Both sucking on the skin like it was a sweet nectar they couldn’t get enough of.

“Yah, Jungkook if you won’t do anything I will.” He reacted to the threat of the other boy, Jimin and he touched you. Jungkook watched you throughout, his fingers inside you. You moaned about it, almost encouragement to him to go faster. He added more, knowing a single finger alone would done virtually nothing.

“You like that, babe?”

“Y-Yes.”

He added his tongue, his curiosity about the taste of you became too overbearing. You were sweet to him too, a taste unlike no other. He loved it, being to suck on you to taste. You kept moaning, his actions were in pure stimulation. Tae kissed you, his lips being rough with you as were his tongue.

“I wonder how you taste, babydoll.” He swiped his finger, away from the younger boy’s mouth and licked the taste of you.

“Every part of you is so sweet.” It sounded like a flirtatious comment towards you but he sucked on your skin and enjoyed the taste of your pussy. Jungkook stopped, leaving in the midst of orgasming.

Tae pulled away, only to be flipped over. Everything was in their view, your face staring off at the wall and entrance into the hall.

“Such a pretty little pink pussy.” You could feel Taehyung’s hands spread the lips, exposing more. Jimin’s fingers teased your hole, your entire pussy just sensitive from Jungkook eating you out.

“It’s only fair if you return the favour right, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s not an answer, babydoll.” A hand came down your ass, pain and pleasure released from the action.

“Y-Yes.”

“Good girl.” Jungkook got up, getting in front of you. Your hand reached for his buckle and pushed his pants low enough that you could slip down his boxers a bit too.

“O-Oh-god-d” You gasped out, Taehyung fingered you while Jimin sucked on your clit. They were more skillful than Jungkook, maybe due to being born two years prior. He didn’t let you ponder for too long, rubbing his cock against your tight lips.

“Open up, babe.” You weren’t going to give in so easy, pumping him and licking along the shady came first. Soft groans came from him, and you turned your focus to his tip. You licked over the little slit, hearing in taking a sharp breath.

“Goddamnit, babe. Don’t tease.” You almost smirked and started to slid his cock inside your mouth. Your head bobbed, taking in more of him while your hand pumped what you couldn’t reach. You watched his expression in pure bliss, his moans felt gratifying to you.

You almost numbed the sensation on your pussy, not wanting to find out what cum gets you. As much as it was a turn on, you would imagine it would involve all three of them. Jungkook slid against your tongue, wanting to feel more of it against his cock. He slid out, not wanting to cum before you did.

“A-ahh.” Taehyung was adamant, stretching out your pussy with his fingers. They twisted and curled up inside you, venturing deeper inside you like your body was a galaxy he had to explore.

“Don’t you cum, baby.” His tone was more aggressive than Jungkook, maybe you felt the intimidation from the deepest of his vice but whatever the cause, you held back. They released you only for a moment, you turned you head back to see Tae and Jimin simultaneously removed their shirts.

Jungkook lifted you over the couch, none of them having any intent to fuck you over your couch. Jungkook sat on the edge, you still holding onto him. He moved the hair away from your face before kissing you. He was gentle, a kiss you give to someone you truly care about. Feelings for each other should be the last thing on your mind as Jimin and Tae sat on either side of you.

They stripped off the remainder of their clothes and you grabbed both of them with either hand. Tae grunting while Jimin moaned and Jungkook wasn’t about to let you forget him so soon. He slid you onto him and started to bounce you on his cock.

Pure ecstasy was all you felt, the feeing of his cock inside was nearly indescribable. He let no stone unturned inside you, making sure to try and reach the deepest part of you. You turn Taehyung’s cock into your mouth first, trying to muffle and limit your moans. He was much more bigger, your hand needing to cover more and you pumped Jimin as well as you could.

“So good, your mouth is warm around my cock baby.” His words were dirty to you, but it only added to your arousal. Jungkook thrusted into you more, making your breasts juggle faster. You definitely were going to be in pain later on from all of this.

“Me too, babydoll.” You switched to Jimin’s cock who was a lot more thicker than the other two. You deepthroated him, his moans was music to your eyes. He grabbed your hair, pushing more of your mouth on his cock.

You felt your body getting hot in relation to Jungkook still pounding you. Your scream was muffled but you came on him. He lasted a bit longer than you, but you lifted yourself off him.

“I’m next, babydoll. All fours.” You moved to the middle of the bed and Jimin smacked your ass a little, pinching your cheeks a bit before sliding into you. Jungkook positioned himself lying down in front of you and you sucked him off. You could hear Tae’s low grunts and you continued to focus on cleaning off Jungkook’s cock.

“You like the taste of yourself, babydoll?”

“She’s our dirty little girl, aren’t you baby?” You took his cock out of your mouth and pumped him a bit. You coaxed Taehyung and sucked him off again. Jungkook’s fingers pinched your nipples while Jimin rammed into you harder.

Your moans almost overtook you and you continued to blow Taehyung. Jimin didn’t slow down even for a second, it was almost as if his energy wasn’t being used. You blowed Taehyung until he slid himself out of your mouth.

“J-Jimin, ahh-”

“Fuck, babydoll.” He smacked your ass more and you felt like you could come just one smack.

“Cum on my cock.” He pinched on your clit, making you scream out his name and attributed to your orgasm. He came inside you and your knees felt weak. Tae pulled you up, kissing you. His tongue was clearly dominant and you pulled away.

“I guess it’s the best for last, baby.” You got on all fours, him sliding into you but pulling you up. Your breasts were in full view and he slammed into you. Jimin muffled you with his cock, making you clean himself like you did for Jungkook. He was just attentive, jerking himself off. Jimin shoved himself into you, fucking your face without a gasp for breath.

Tae played with your nipples, one arm holding you up and your screams were muffled.

“Shit.” Jimin came inside your mouth and you swallow the substance, tasting noting of it.

“You were fucked two times and your pussy is still this tight.”

“Mhm.” You bit down your lip, every thrust from Taehyung sent you screaming. He was feeding off your loud moans, slamming you harder to see how loud you could get.

“Don’t hide how good I’m fucking you, quit biting your lip baby.”

“T-Taehyung.”

The other two boys watching in awe as you couldn’t contain yourself. The sound of skin slapping was loud and you winced a bit when he would stop to make you feel all of him inside of you.

“Do you want cum for a third time, baby?”

“P-Please, Tae.”

“Please what, baby?”

“M-Make me cum-god.” He didn’t need your response to make you cum. He was going to make you cum on him whether you wanted to or not. His name was the only thing that you could only say.

“T-Tae!”

You came again, he pulled out to cum on your ass. He moved away and you let your body hit the bed.

“You’re ours, now.”

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100 Themes Writing Challenge

Prompt: 98. Game

“Mr. Choi, Ms. _____________ is here to see you…” His timid secretary announces you at the doorway while pushing up the frames of her glasses. The office was dark, with it’s only source of lighting coming from the lamp at the corner of his large mahogany desk, papers and books in orderly stacks around him.

Seunghyun looked up from his work, tiredly and rather drained, that is, until he saw you. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your appearance, but just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, you cut him off.

“You said you wanted to see me, Sir.” You give an extra emphasis to the word, letting it roll off your tongue just the way he liked it. His eyebrow seemed to raise even higher, but this time a wicked smile appeared on his lips along with it 

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I wish you the best of luck on your blog!!! So if I may...how about some yummy yandere Sebastian, Ciel and Will please?!?! (I'm actually not sure how many character you can do in one ask, so I apologize if this is a lot) Thank You!!!

Thank you so much! I think four characters per request is enough so the scenarios can be more elaborated without taking too much time to write. Well, this one came out longer than I thought!(//・_・//)

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Ciel Phantomhive was usually wearing heels, high enough to make him seem taller but not to cause him look ridiculous. He had plenty of them, different style, cut and colour, perfectly put in order in the wardrobe which would made many ladies simply jealous. It made the sound of his steps echo in the corridors, always alarming whither he was heading right now, reminding the residents to properly greet the earl. That sound was foreshadowing apperance of the young boy in some nearby room, causing rather excitation than nervousness.

This time, however, it made you only quiver in fear, blood drained from your face when you were desperately trying to hide behind the huge bookshelf in the library of Ciel’s mansion. Clenching your palms into fists you were breathing heavily, cowering and almost praying to become invisible in some magical way. Of course it wasn’t going to work and you knew it may be the last chance to escape this hell.

His steps became louder when he was deliberately slowly approaching you, as if he coud sense your fear and feed with it.

The young earl who was eating dinner with you and his business partner not that long ago, became completely mad in a matter of second. You have never seen anything like that in your whole life, his childish, almost cute face growing dark when the anger took over, sinister gaze placed on the man’s hand which was slightly touching your shoulder. He didn’t have bad intentions, moreover, the businessman from the Manchester was quite amusing with his anecdotes. Nevertheless, Ciel clearly wasn’t approving your acquaintance.

The scent of paper, books and dust was filling the air around you when suddenly all library sinked into darkness, your sense of smell becoming hypersensitive when the sight wasn’t useful for you anymore. Ciel must have reached there and snuffed the candles staying near to the entrance being the only source of the light in the whole room. You heard his heels knocking on the wooden floor when the earl was wandering amongst the numerous bookshelfs looking for you. It didn’t surprise you that there was another sound audiable also, the third knock, lighter, more rhythmical.

His cane.

The same cane which he was holding in the dining room, now covered in blood after he literally smashed his guest’s head. One blow wasn’t enough so he was hitting him multiple times, not concerning about you, paralyzed in fear staring at his actions. It took him exactly four hits to break his skull and even when the man wasn’t moving anymore, laying on the floor in the growing stain of his own blood, young earl still didn’t stop, maltreating the corpse with his full strength, sweat appearing on his flushed cheeks. When Ciel suddenly managed to hold himself back, he peeked at you from under his bangs and you could swear you have never seen such a cruelty in anybody’s eyes, just as if he was possessed by the devil.

You weren’t sure if his intentions toward you were negative but you didn’t want to check it, afraid of your life. According to his words which he told you before you ran out of the dining room, he didn’t want to hurt you. However, how could you be sure of that? He was completely and utterly insane.

Holding to the bookshelf, you decided to immediately leave this place, even if that meaned jumping off the window. Slowly, you were going forward, silently placing your feet, beware to do not make any noise. According to his steps, he was receding and only that gave you single hint of hope that you may get out of this in one piece. It was difficult, especially because in the darkness you couldn’t even spot the tip of your own nose but you weren’t going to give up that easily. That was until you bumped into something or more likely – somebody.

How was it possible, even now you could clearly hear the footsteps far behind you and yet, Ciel Phantomhive was the one who found you in the darkness. His eye, always covered with eyepatch was now staring straight at you, glowing pentagram-like sign engraved in his orb, the proof of his sin.

“There you are,” he whispered softly and you were sure in that single moment he smiled.

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The Misadventures of Stiles and Savannah - That Damn Skirt

Author - JamieMac

Mature themed - Smut.

Stiles honked his horn for the third time, throwing a quick glance into the backseat at his best friend.

Scott just shrugged his shoulders, “She’s your girlfriend, why are you glaring at me?”

The sound of the front door shutting pulled both boy’s attention back towards the house.

“What are you wearing?” Stiles yelled through the open window.

“Clothes. Stiles I’m wearing clothes,” I pulled the door open, tugging extra hard as it tends to stick.

“Seriously Savannah, I know that you’re wearing clothes, but why are you wearing a skirt?” Stiles popped the transmission into first and pulled away from the curb in front of my house.

“Umm… since when am I not allowed to wear skirts?”

“We’re going bowling,” Stiles glanced at Scott through the rearview mirror, “I don’t understand girls.”

“Again man, why are you looking at me?” Scott leaned forward, his head situated between our bodies.

“Because you seem to get them better than I do,” Stiles threw a frustrated glance in my direction, which was only met with a defiant smirk. “See, I don’t get them.”

“Yet, you always seems to find yourself drawn towards them,” Scott laughed.

Stiles shook his head, “Well, one part of my anatomy is drawn towards them. I blame that part for all of my troubles with the female population.”

“Oh stop whining Stiles, you’re doing just fine for yourself. Where are we going, this isn’t the direction of the bowling alley.” I reached across, grabbing Stiles cap off his head.

“Hey…” His words halted as he watched me pull the hat down on my head, “Nevermind, you keep that. We’re headed to the animal clinic.”

I looked at Scott, “Why?”

“Deaton has something he needs to show me, shouldn’t take anymore than 10 or 15 minutes.”

I ruffled his hair, “So more like 25 or so, right?”

Scott rolled his eyes, “I’m not sure how you don’t understand this one Stiles, she’s just like you.”

We pulled into the parking lot of Scott’s work place, Stiles leaving the engine idling as I hoped out, allowing Scott to slide out from the backseat.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” He shouted as he jogged away from the Jeep.

I climbed back up into the passenger’s seat, angling my body so I was facing the brown-eyed boy sitting next to me, “Any idea why he’s in there?”

Stiles shook his head, his hand moving across the space, coming to rest on my knee, “Nope, he didn’t happen to mention it.” His long fingers slowly started to inch up my thigh.

I slapped at the back of his hand, “What are you doing?”

I giggled at the hurt expression that crossed his features, “What, I’m just trying to take full advantage of this skirt.”

“Scott will be out at any minute,” I sucked in a mouthful of air as those fingers disappeared.

“Shit Savannah! It sure doesn’t take much to get you wet, now does it.” His fingers brushed across the silky fabric covering my center.

“Stiles, I swear…stop talking…” I gripped his arm with my hands, the anticipation causing me to squirm.

He looked at me, leaning in and kissing me softly. His fingers continued their slow torture, touching me everywhere but the spot I wanted them to be. “Who knew that you’d be into public displays of foreplay. I’m a bit surprised that you are this kinky.”

“Stilinski. I. Will…..” I gasped as those magical fingers slipped beneath, sliding through my folds.

A smile danced across his lips, and he flicked his tongue out, wetting the skin.

My eyes fluttered closed, the back of my head hitting the seat. I lifted my hips, angling them so he had more room to maneuver.

“Jesus girl don’t be such an eager beaver,” He laughed and I wanted to slap and kiss him at the same time.

“Stiles…please….” I pleaded. My begging was rewarded when he slipped one long finger into me slowly, followed by another quickly after.

He moved them deftly, finding the perfect rhythm with quick accuracy.

I felt my walls start to clench around him and reached out, blindly with my right hand, fumbling for his shirt. My hands grasped the fabric and I pulled. My eyes opened, briefly, long enough to bypass any chance of our faces crashing together, and brought his lips to mine. The kiss muffled my moans, biting on his bottom lip when his thumb pressed against my clit. I tugged him closer when the pressure became more intense, sending shockwaves through the small bundle of nerves. I lifted my hips again, allowing his fingers deeper access and the pressure that had been building in my abdomen, finally escaped, washing me in a flood of ecstasy. His fingers kept working, riding out the wave. My tongue danced for dominance in his mouth and I tugged again, trying to get him closer as I came down from my high.

I breathed out, in almost a sigh as he removed his fingers from my body, popping them into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“What….that’s new,” I couldn’t take my eyes from him, the move so completely erotic.

He smirked, not bothering, for once, with any words.

A slap against the door startled us both and we turned in unison to stare at our friend.

“Are you going to let me in?” Scott’s brows furrowed, “What is wrong with you? You’re all flushed looking.” His eyes flicked from Stiles to me and back again, “Oh god…just eww guys.”

Laughter erupted as I slid from the car, letting Scott climb into the backseat once again.

“I can’t leave you two alone at all, can I?”

The disgusted look on Scott’s face only caused us to giggle even more. Finally, giving up with a sigh, he leaned back against the seat, “Guess you don’t have an issue with her skirt anymore, do you?”

Stiles looked at his best friend and then over at me. He smiled, shaking his head, “Nope, no problem, what-so-ever.”

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