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Accidentally Married: Not just for fanfic anymore!

Housemate Xed works for the Secretary of State, in the bit that registers businesses and, for a few years and for somewhat convoluted political reasons, domestic partnerships. 

Yesterday their office received the… complaints? Of a somewhat distraught pair of people (notice I do not say ‘couple’) who, at some point in the last few years, had decided to go into business together – a nail salon or something, I think – and been advised that they should form a Partnership. Pretty standard for a small business with two owners.

…except they didn’t understand and formed a Domestic Partnership instead. 

Washington State legalized same-sex marriage in 2012, and as part of that, this June ALL non-senior domestic partnerships became marriages automatically.

These two business partners accidentally married each other.

And now they’re trying to figure out how to undo it.

…short of divorce.

Our weekly roundup of GQ-approved kits from every red carpet, paparazzo spotting, and big-ticket event across the globe. If a famous guy suited up extraordinarily well, nailed business-casual, or just got street style–snapped looking damn good, this is where you’ll find him.


WHO: Harry Styles

WHAT: Stella McCartney

WHERE: At CBS Radio’s 5th Annual “We Can Survive” show in Los Angeles.

WHEN: October 21st, 2017

WHY: This outfit was a break from Styles’ typical floral patterned suits, and yet it was no less brave—or difficult to pull off in real life.


☁ snow cloud by twixslime ☁

I tend to chew the inside of my bottom lip when I’m nervous or anxious. Right about now, it’s raw, almost numb, if that’s gives you a clue about how I’m feeling.

This morning when I woke up, I made oatmeal & let it sit until it was too thick & sticky to pick up with a spoon. I poured some milk in the bowl, watched the white trickle through the hills & mounds of oats, and had flashbacks of you biting your lip. That’s the face you’d make before you’d pull out & come on the sheets, my back or my stomach; like I was some porn star; like you didn’t caress my face a half hour earlier and tell me I “got the kind of beauty needs to be felt.” You remember how I reacted the first time you did that? Me neither, it’s fine.

I knew I had fucked up when you did that because you never asked if it was okay or cool; you assumed. Like I assumed that you really cared about me; that you were capable of loving. But that’s neither here nor there.

Somewhere between there and here though, I was late. Somewhere between my house & the drugstore, I realized that I was alone. Somewhere between my heart & my head, I decided that a baby isn’t something I needed or something that you’d want. Somewhere between my front door & the clinic my eyes started pouring and so did the sky.

This isn’t even for you. This is for me. Even if it was for you, you wouldn’t get it. By get it, I mean both understand and receive it.

I don’t want you thinking that you mean anything to me; because you shouldn’t even have to think about that. You could call now and I know I’d pick up desperately like you had something I need; because in actuality you do. I’m not exactly sure when you took it or if I gave it to you, but I know you have it. Picked it up right around the time you picked your boxers up off your bedroom floor and asked me how I was getting home. I could never make a home out of you, because men like you don’t have good foundations or sturdy walls. Your roofs leak and I’ve never been good with my hands. Any levelheaded girl would know that you needed more than just a fresh coat of paint.

I used to blame your father for leaving your mother, then your mother for leaving you be, then myself for not blaming you. But in life, you make choices. You chose to let your scars cut you again and again; to let the pain in; to let it stay. You chose to suffer.

I chose me.

The medical assistant told me it’s okay to have second thoughts. She doesn’t know this is the third clinic I’ve been to in four days. It’s not a question of whether or not I can do it. It’s a question of whether or not I want it to happen. When it does, we’re really over & I’m not sure if I’m okay with that. I’m not sure I’m even okay at all.

A smart girl would have left. She wouldn’t have had a reason to leave because she wouldn’t have come in. She wouldn’t have stay long enough to see the way you throw your head back in laughter whenever your niece dances, how your eyes squint when you smile too hard, how you crack your knuckles when you’re uncomfortable, how you breath deeply when you have to think of lie. She wouldn’t have seen you flinch the first time she reached out to touch you while you laid in bed staring into the darkness.

It’s hard to pinpoint the moment I realized I loved you. It wasn’t easy for me to admit it to myself; loving someone who proclaimed themselves incapable of love. We’d lay together, legs intertwined in a comfortable silence with your phone plugged into one of your homeboys portable speakers playing some R&B playlist you found & you’d say “you know I can’t give you what you want right? It’s what you deserve, but I just don’t think you’re gonna find it here.” What I wanted was for you to shut up.

Truthfully, I don’t regret loving you. It taught me patience & strength. Those are virtues I’m sure will be useful sometime in the future, when a child that isn’t ours won’t stop crying at 4 in the morning & I have to be up at 6.

I heard somewhere that true love is giving without the expectation of receiving. I never believed in that until you. That kind of love can’t be true though. It’s destructive, malicious even, & leaves you with a hollow chest that no amount of deep breathing can fill. The thing is, people don’t realize that you can only give what is being taken. You took my love. Honestly, if I was you, I would have to. You made me understand why hate & love are so often mistaken for each other.

You used to say I was stupid over you and I’d blush, shove you playfully, and tell you “stahpppp it” like it was a compliment; not knowing that I’d just confirmed everything you just said. It was stupid of me to think I could teach you how to love when you gave me no indication that you even wanted to learn. Stupid of me to think that I’d be the one to change you, when no one has ever changed on the basis of someone else wanting them to.

I used to go to your house when you weren’t around & sit with your mother at the kitchen table with the four mismatched chairs, hoping she’d break & tell me what I needed to do to make you love me. No one knows you better than your mother…..isn’t that what they say? I’d tell her about our arguments, things you’d said just to hurt me; to make me leave & she’d file her nails or busy herself with making some coffee. She’d clear her throat or suck her teeth, like something was stuck between them; like the truth. One day after filing her nails until perfectly round, pouring three cups of coffee and letting them sit until they were cold, she turned around to face me while leaning against the kitchen counter & folded her arms. “You know it’s true what they say…that books can’t teach you everything.” she said, looking at the floor. She looked up at me and continued “Because if they could, you’d be smart enough to see that my son doesn’t deserve a girl like you. Hell, I’m his mother and I love him, with all of me I do, but I know he’s never gonna be the man I want him to be….the kind of man you deserve. Why are you still here? You’re always here. He’s knows you’re here & he’s not even here! Doesn’t that tell you something?” She let out one of those laughs, the kind you let out when you’re convinced that what’s happening can’t be real; that it has to be a joke in order for it to make sense. I didn’t have an answer for her. Instead I moved my foot back & forth across the corner of one of the linoleum tiles on the kitchen floor that had started to lift. It made this low scraping sound that I pretended I didn’t hear. “These floors ain’t no good.” she said after realizing where the sound was coming from; “I swear any day it’ll give way right where you’re sitting.” and all of a sudden my foot stop moving because I know she wasn’t talking about the floor anymore; you remember what I said about foundations.

The chairs in the waiting room are cold & the plastic on them grabs on to your legs like it knows your secrets; what you did. I decided to stand after about 10 minutes of sitting. Nobody in the room wanted to be there. You could feel it. The receptionist kept checking the clock, then counting the people waiting with these sweeping head nods that scan the room. The medical assistant would walk in from the back of the office & sigh before calling the name of the next patient. One of the girls looked like she could be your cousin but that’s unlikely; your aunt had her on the pill as soon as she turned 15. “Listen you gotta take precaution with these young girls. I’m too young to have a grandchild & so was my mother when I had her.” I overheard her say one day when you left me in your bedroom to take a shower. It was summer time and we had just finished fucking. My skin was sticky and you’d just pushed me off of you to go shower. I turned over & laid there, letting anxiety set in. You came back in, still wet around the shoulders with the towel gripping your waist, & told me I should go home with your back to me. You were looking in the mirror brushing your hair toward your forehead. I went to the bathroom before I left; ran the water for a couple of seconds, cupped it in my hand and slushed it around my mouth, listening to it crash against my teeth and swollen bottom lip. You & blood never tasted good together.

You gotta understand that I never understood you. Now I know that it’s because there was nothing to figure out; to understand. Sometimes it’s easier to think someone is hiding some part of themselves from us; that we can get to that part if we stay long enough. In reality, it’s our own secrets & insecurities that make us believe that everyone must have them; that no one is truly transparent about their feelings. You were. When you said you couldn’t give me what I want, it wasn’t because you didn’t think you could. It was because you didn’t want to. In all honesty, I wish I could be like you; walking the earth needing & wanting for no one. Your mother told me you said you stopped saying “I love you too” when you realized that you were just saying it as a response & not because you meant it. It was never just a response for me.

They ask you if you want to see the embryo before you have the abortion. How stupid is that? Why would I want to see what I’m about to kill? So I can hate myself more? So I can think about not going through with it? Whatever the reason is, I declined the offer. It’s bad enough I dreamt about the baby ever by night. I imagined it’s face every day while I washed the dishes with my mother sitting at the kitchen table behind me, half watching/half staring at the news on the tv in the living room. “Why are you so quiet lately? You barely laugh when your brother tells those corny jokes you love so much.” she said once while she was waiting for the microwave to finish heating up her leftovers from the night before. I brushed her off, telling her I’ve just been thinking about “life”; you know like how mine would end if I told her I was pregnant.

She would have my eyes but your eyelashes because mine never curled up to the sun the way yours did. He would have your long legs but my muscles because you could never lift anything. She would have my shoulders because they’re the kind you can lean on. He would have your smile because it’s the kind that’s contagious. She would have my tenacity but your honesty because that’ll take her far, I think. He would have your curiosity, but my precaution. Then again that never helped me with you, so perhaps not. She would have my determination. He would have your arms but my hands because I can touch things and people without breaking them.

After they finished they asked me the obligatory “How are you feeling?”. I said I didn’t know because I honestly couldn’t feel anything. Physically, I felt the same as I did the day you didn’t pull out in time. I remember you breathing heavy, whispering “Ughh Shit!!” into the crook of my neck where your head always ended up. “My bad.”, you said after you’d caught your breath and for the first time I pushed you off of me, because it wasn’t your bad; it had never been your bad. It was always mine.

When you’re doing your nails


« I like this color, babe… Looks good on you »

You suddenly feel him behind you and smile when he leans to rest his chin on your shoulder, his hands on your waist. You smile and turn your head to kiss him softly. He kisses you back but deeper this time, making you moan against his mouth. « They’re not dry yet… » Namjoon lifts you up in his arms without a warning and dives into your neck, showing you how little he cares about your nails.


« What are you doing ? »

He finds you sitting in the corner of the table, doing your nails in full concentration mode while whispering the lyrics of the song playing on your speakers. Taehyung smiles and sits on the chair next to you while resting his head on his arms. He watches you with attention and then grins : « Can I try, Jagi ? ». You laugh and let him practice on your nails, his tongue pressed between his lips. It’s a mess, obviously, but you both laugh your asses off.


« Can you do mine exactly like yours so we can match ? I’m sure I’ll be even more handsome. »

You laugh and look at Jin, only to find a neutral face. You frown, afraid he’s really serious, until Jin bursts out laughing. He leans towards you to kiss your nose, making you smile like an idiot. He watches you finish your nails while you two have a nice conversation about diner.


« Waaaah, Jagi ! You’re so good at this ! »

Hoseok, eyes wide open, stares at you while you focus to finish your last finger. The color he chose earlier for you is just perfect, and it seems like Hobi likes it too. When you’re done, you shake your hands to dry it off and burst out laughing when you see him doing the same with a stupid smile on his face. You both ends up dancing and singing a song about nail art.


« You look so serious right now. »

Yoongi stares at you while you’re painting your nails, your legs on his thighs. He can’t help but find you cute, enjoying those quiet times with you. You look up at him and your heart skip a beat when you see the way he looks at you. You smile and lean towards his lips to give him a soft kiss. When you’re about to move back, he grips your waist and grins : « Are you done yet ? I’m tired. Let’s go to bed, Jagiya. »


« Yaaaah, watch your mouth, babe ! »

Jimin chuckles when you curse after messing up one of your nails. You whine a little and try to remove it with polish remover. Jimin leans towards you and kisses your neck, making you smile immediately. You end up dropping everything to let him kiss you everywhere.


« It seems easy to do honestly, I don’t understand why it takes you so long to finish. »

Kookie is a bit annoyed since you promised him you’ll play video games with him but you’re too busy waiting for your nails to dry. You tell him it’s almost dry and pulls your tongue out when he turns his head back to the tv screen. He starts to play alone and you watch him quietly, smiling at his pouty face. You wait ‘till is totally focused on his game and hug him from behind, your arms around his waist. Jungkook tries hard not to smile but fails when you begin to kiss his ear. « Stop it baby, I’m trying to win here… »

Bake’n Bits

A little Cop!Jack/Baker!Bitty Check Please AU!

Also on AO3

“Wow Bits, I’m shocked and astounded to find you here, mooning over hot cop. Again.” Lardo slapped a covered takeout mug of cappuccino and a white paper sack on the counter. “You’re welcome.

Bitty frowned at the bag. “What’s this?”

Lardo pushed him toward the door. “A date.”

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anonymous asked:

Chibi rabbit: Could I get a domestic scenario with Katsuki finding his s\o wife and child asleep on the sofa waiting for him to come home.hope this makes sense

It feels like you’ve been glued to the television for hours now. Hours could’ve passed, but you wouldn’t have been none the wiser. You have been far too busy picking at your nail polish, testing the skin of your thumb between your teeth, and following the current news story following Bakugou’s battle against a villain destroying downtown. Explosions seems to shake your television set as the helicopter camera catches the fire jumping to life and spreading over the city. You hear the screams and shouts of civilians. They’re almost drowned out by the voice of the reporter but you can still hear them. And in the middle of it all is your husband. Your Katsuki. It’s almost a bit hard to watch. You can’t stand it sometimes.

“Oh, Katsuki,” you say feeling your stomach clench as you watch the orange flames glow over the city. 

You have faith in him. You do. He is the Bakugou Katsuki. He doesn’t lose, and he told you that he wouldn’t die on you or your kids. He promised you that, sealing it with one of his rough kisses. And he always keeps his promises to you. So why can’t you stop your nerves from eating away at you and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Mommy?” Katsuhiko calls out as he waddles into the living room, holding his sister’s hand and rubbing his eyes. You jump slightly and immediately change the channel. You can’t let them see this. You can’t.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” You asks, turning down the television and quickly wiping at the slight wetness in your eyes.

Katsuhiko shakes his head, holding onto the stuffed puppy his father gave him on his second birthday as he yawns. He is dressed in his favorite Ground Zero themed onesie handmade by his grandfather, and you can’t help seeing the striking resemblance to his father. You see Bakugou in Katsuhiko’s ash blond hair and in his nose and in the shape of his cheeks and it makes your chest ache.

“Where’s Daddy?” Katsumi asks, her red eyes searching around the room for her father.

Your daughter looks like him too, you think as she walks over to the couch, pulling her younger brother behind her. It’s mainly in the shape of her sharp, scarlet eyes and in the way her hair tends to spike on her head. She is draped in one of Bakugou’s old, black skull shirts. It drags on the ground behind her and collects at her feet as walks. Katsumi hikes it up around her knees and climbs onto the couch next to you. 

“He’s out working,” you say, picking up Katsuhiko and sitting him down between your legs while Katsumi leans against your side.

Your daughter looks up at you, “Daddy’s out kicking ass?”

“Yes, baby. And don’t curse. Mommy doesn’t like it.”

“Sorry, Mommy. So when is Daddy gonna come home?”

“I’m not sure, baby. Here, I’ll tell you what. Do you want to stay up and wait for Daddy with me?”

Katsumi grins and nods her head, “I wanna wait for Daddy!”

“Me too!”

You smile at their enthusiasm, “Then we’ll wait for Daddy together.”

Katsumi turns and talks to her brother with a smile on her face, chatting animatedly about how her “Daddy is gonna to make all those mean bastards cry” and how “Daddy is bestest and coolest ever.” You smile gently and turn the channel to something safer for the children to watch. Katsumi and Katsuhiko settle against you, watching whatever you flipped the channel to. 

“Mommy, I can’t wait for Daddy to get home,” Katsuhiko says, holding up his stuffed puppy.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

Bakugou quietly slips into his house. His breath hitches when he shimmies off his coat. He holds his side as a pain cuts through several of his ribs on the right side of his body. Even pumped with painkillers and treated by the medic, pain still grips him and rings through his body when he moves. Honestly, it was a harder battle than he thought it would be, but he’s home. He came back just like he promised. Bakugou kicks off his loafers, and he grunts as cramp bites at his thighs like a wild animal. 

He trudges through the living room, barely lifting his feel off the floor. Bakugou stops when he sees the three of you slumbering on the couch, illuminated by the soft glow of the flickering television. You are stretched out with Katsuhiko curled onto your chest and Katsumi snuggle into your side. Bakugou’s lips quirk into a half smile. 

He bends down, hooking his arms underneath her body, “C’mere, baby girl, let’s get you to bed.”

Bakugou easily lifts Katsumi off the sofa. She mutters something that vaguely sounds like “Daddy.” She wraps her arms around his neck. He hisses slightly when her knees accidentally brushes her knee against his ribcage. It sends pain shooting up and down his side, but nothing matters as much as his family right now. 

“You too, little man,” Bakugou picks up Katsuhiko’s limp body. Immediately, like he senses the presence of his father, his three-year-old grips his father’s arms, burying his face into Bakugou’s chest. 

Feeling the weight lifted off your chest, you mutter, “Mm, Katsuki?”

“Who else would it be?” he asks.

“Katsuki!” you quickly sit up, feeling rejuvenated by the sound of his voice.

You cover your mouth as tears collect in his eyes. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can faintly see the outline of various bruises and cuts held together by butterfly bandages scattered across his face. Immediately, you stand and kiss him. You kiss him hungrily like you’ve never kissed him before; you can practically taste the flames on his lips. Bakugou flinches when you bump against a gash on his mouth. 

“Fuck, watch the lip,” he mutters.

“Sorry, I just …” you begin, gently smoothing your thumb over one of the bruises on his face. Tears gather in your eyes as you look over his handsome features, something you would never get tired of doing. 

“I … I was just really worried,” you say softly, “I saw the news and that villain and the damage and I … I just don’t know … I couldn’t help thinking what if you didn’t coming back.”

He kisses your forehead, still holding his children, “Don’t be an idiot. It is me we’re taking about. I’ll always come back, babe. I don’t plan on leaving you or Katsumi or Hiko any time soon. Got it?”

“Got it,” you say as you wipe at the tears gathering in your eyes, “Katsuki?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m glad you’re back.”

He smirks, shifting his sleeping children in his arm and leaning to gently kiss you again, mindful of the cut on his lip, “Come on. I’m tired as fuck. Let’s go to bed.”

You carefully peck his lips once more and smile, “Okay.”

anonymous asked:

Hey Cap. I'm gonna have a v v shitty day, how about some Superfriends (ans yes, i am including Lucy) playing dinking games à la truth or dare and never have I ever? Bonus for some Director Sanvers if you are up for it, but only Sanvers I alright too. I send very much love to you, stay awsome!

Maggie swears to M’gann that they won’t let Kara have more alien rum than sh can handle, and even though Alex apparently trusts Maggie with her life but not a flash grenade, M’gann trusts Maggie with Kara’s liquor.

She strolls out of the bar with a bottle of the stuff and a smug expression as she heads to Kara’s for Game Night.

It’s board games for a while, but as the night presses on – and as a J’onn-imposed day off on Alex and a captain-imposed day off on Maggie settles in around them – the alcohol, human and alien, comes out in full force.

Lucy leans over Alex’s lap to whisper something in Kara’s ear that makes her blush, that makes her splutter and adjust her glasses, but she nods and she clears her throat.

“Someone thinks we should play Never Have I Ever,” Kara tells the group with a pointed look at Lucy, and James and Winn cheer.

“I’m in,” Maggie shrugs, leaning back into the couch, legs spread and confident, and Alex and Lucy both gulp at the sight.

“Okay okay, since it was my idea, I get to go first, okay?”

“Make it good, Lane,” Winn tilts his beer bottle toward her, and she smirks.

“When have you known me to not make it good, Schott? And don’t you answer that, Jimmy,” she teases, her hand on his knee, and James laughs and squeezes his ex’s hand briefly, shaking his head happily at how this crowd, this family, transforms her into a version of herself that is so much more likely to smile.

“Okay, so: everyone knows the rules, right? I say something I’ve never done, and if you have done the thing, you drink.”

“And every fourth time you’ve done something, you drink water, not alcohol, okay everyone? I don’t want anyone floating away.”

“Yeah Kara.”

“It was one time!”

“Alright alright: so. Never have I ever worn a red cap and put my hands on my hips.”

Kara scowls and shouts “no fair!” while Alex laughs into Lucy’s shoulder. Lucy’s hand slips onto Alex’s thigh and Maggie gulps, both on her own spit and on her beer.

“Maggie, did you just drink?” James calls her out, and she curses internally.

“I was really into Superman as a kid, okay?”

“Awww, little baby SuperSawyer! Ow! No pillow attacks, pillow attacks spill beers!”

“Babe, should we introduce you to Clark next time he’s in town?”

“My sister’s been banging him for years, James wanted to for a while, and hell, Schott still wants to, so I don’t blame you, Maggie – he’s someone to emulate alright,” Lucy grins as everyone yelps in laughter, before leaning in between Alex and Maggie, lowering for voice so only the two of them can hear her. “We can always explore more of your cape-wearing, hands-on-hipping later, too, Sawyer.”

Maggie bites her lip and Alex clears her throat. Loudly. But her smile gives her away, and Lucy’s smug as she sits back down.

“Who’s next?”

“Me, me, I’ll go!” Winn almost spills his beer down his front in his eagerness.

“Okay, okay. Um. Never have I ever had sex with anyone in this room.”

Everyone drinks.

Alex splutters.

“Kara, you and James – “

“No, you know I’m ace with men, I mean we’ve… done things, but not – “

“Well I know you didn’t sleep with Maggie, so who – “

Lucy’s busy examining her nails and James is busy burying his head in his hands and laughing to himself.

Maggie’s jaw drops, as pleased as she was when Alex punched Rick Malverne in the face.

Alex nearly falls off the couch.



“My little sister!”

“Is a very grown-ass woman. A very fine grown-ass woman.”

“My little sister!”

“Listen Danvers, it’s not my fault Kara discovered things about her sexuality before you did, otherwise you could have gotten with this earlier,” she winks. “Thanks for the assist bringing her out, Maggie. A service to lesbians and bi women everywhere.”

Maggie chokes on her beer as Alex stammers and gapes, her smile almost as bright as her blush.

Sweet Dreams (4)

Rating: T
Pair: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (poly relationship)
Word count: 1,011

Part one ; Part two ; Part three ; Part five ; Part six ; Part seven ;  Part eight ; Part nine ; Part ten ; Part eleven 

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It’s been four days since you last saw Taehyung. You weren’t angry, though, you knew he was going to be busy since they were getting ready for their first tour, and honestly, you were happy for him.

Taehyung, however, was very bothered by this fact. When you two had started dating, he had promised you that he wouldn’t go days without seeing you unless it was absolutely necessary. According to him, it wasn’t necessary to be busy trying to nail the choreography and songs.

It was a few days before they left to go to a differently country, and he was planning to come over and bring Jungkook so you could spend time together one last time before they went out. While you waited, you decided to freshen up. You showered and pulled your hair into a ponytail, settling on wearing sweatpants and a camisole that showed just a bit of cleavage.

As you finished getting ready, you heard a knock on your front door, followed by the sound of said door opening. “Jagiiii” your brunette boyfriend called from the front room.

You walked out into the living room where the two boys were. “Oh hey, guys.”

They both looked at you, Taehyung grinning and Jungkook blushing slightly at the dip of your shirt. “Jagiya I missed yoou!” the brunette said, walking over and hugging you close.

When you glanced over his shoulder, you saw Jungkook looking at you. When he noticed you looking, he gave you his bunny smile and a little wave.

And so the visit went, just as every other visit went, with the three of you doing some small activity and chatting over it. After a few hours, you noticed Taehyung’s expression changed. Before you got the chance to ask him what was wrong, he spoke.

“Jungkook, do you like me and Y/N?”

You looked at Taehyung incredulously. The aforementioned man, who had been taking a sip of water, choked, coughing as he tried to compose himself. “W-What?”

Taehyung never faltered, leaning forward in his seat. “Do you have feelings for Y/N and me?”

You tried to find the words to say as Jungkook played with his shirt. “Well…you two are dating…” he mumbled quietly.

Taehyung quickly shook his head. “But pretend we aren’t. Do you like us?”

You frowned and grabbed Taehyung’s arm “Tae, seriously, you don’t need to ask him this stuff-”

He quickly cut you off. “No, I do. I don’t wanna go on tour being around him not sure if he feels the same.”

Jungkook looked at him, confused. “Wait…the same..? Hyung, do you like me?” he asked, looking at you worriedly before back at the brunette.

He gave him a small smile. “Yeah, both of us do. So we want to know how you feel about us,” he said, taking your hand.

The maknae bit his lip before looking between the two of you. “I…I do like you…both of you…” he said quietly.

Taehyung nodded and smiled, looking at you. “Do you think we should ask him?” to his question, you gave him a small nod. 

“Jungkookie, would you like to join our relationship?”

Jungkook looked surprised before looking down, a soft smile on his face. “I’d love to..”

After Taehyung and Jungkook left for tour, they video called you whenever they could. Today was no different, being three weeks and four days into you being separated from them. 

You were laying on your couch, playing with your phone when you saw that you had a call from Taehyung on skype. You sat up and answered, the faces of your boyfriends coming up on your screen. “Hey you two” 

Taehyung grinned widely at you. “Hi, Jagiya! We’re in Japan!” 

Jungkook gave you a soft smile and a small “Hi noona”. While you’d been dating for almost a month, it still hasn’t seemed to really hit Jungkook yet. You figured it probably would when the two got back and were around you again.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face. “I know you are, I saw your interview earlier. How is it in Japan?” you asked, leaning your elbow against the back of the couch and your cheek on your hand.

Jungkook smiled. “The people are pretty nice and the foods pretty good.” he said.

Taehyung nodded quickly. “Y/N, me and Kookie went to this amazing restaurant in Tokyo, we have to take you sometime.” to which Jungkook nodded in agreement. You’re guessing that they’d both enjoyed it a lot since he knew what one Taehyung was talking about.

You watched as the brunette leaned into the younger, resting his head into his shoulder. “We’ll have to at some point once the fans can know about me. It sounds like you two had some really good food.”

The older pouted at your words. “Can’t we just talk about you now? We could post that picture we took before we left to twitter…”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and saw Jungkook look at Taehyung with wide eyes. The picture was insisted by Taehyung, it was a picture with you in the middle, and theyre both kissing your cheek, while making a heart below your chin.

You shook your head quickly. “Tae I’m sorry, you’re just starting out so it probably wouldn’t be good for you to have a girlfriend publicly right now…especially since you have a girlfriend and a boyfriend that you work with.”

Taehyung groaned and dropped his head in defeat. “I guess you’re right…”

Jungkook rubbed his back before looking at the camera, about to say something before stopping as there was a knock on the door, a deep voice of who you were guessing was Namjoon telling them that they need to get ready to go somewhere.

Taehyung lifted his head and you gave them both a warm smile. “You two should go. I’ll be here, waiting for you to be available, okay?”

They both nodded, Taehyung bidding you farewell with an “I love you” while Jungkook just wished you a good day before the call ended.

Again, I’m so sorry this is late, and not very well executed. I had a week and a half where I wasn’t motivated to do anything so I had a lot of issues writing.

Day Seventy-Nine

-From the back of the line, a woman made eye contact with me and announced, “Better get our shorts out!” This was the first and last interaction I had with her. I cannot think of a better one.

-A man came through my lane, purchasing a spool of floss with a dire sense of urgency. I think about him a lot now. I hope that everything turned out okay.

-I have realized that of the guests who have come through my store and recognized me from these stories, none have returned. I fear I have ruined shopping for them forever.

-An elderly man told me that he had lost his wife and that she had told him not to call her if they became separated. He spent an hour searching the store for the woman he had misplaced, scanning every aisle, entering and leaving the store multiple times. He finally left the store alone, not to return, presumably either realizing his wife was at home all along or deciding that she was ready to fend for herself.

-Several guests have decided that simply by telling me the price they want to pay, I am required to charge them that in lieu of the full price. While the majority of the time this happens, there is a reason for it, several have simply told me they did not want to pay full price and wanted me to lower it. I appreciated this tactic and will be sure to utilize it when discussing pay raises.

-A woman told me that she was unable to open our Cartwheel app. I offered to scan her items with mine to see what sales were available. Upon scanning and bagging her entire purchase I realized that, while I ran each item through Cartwheel, I had neglected to run them through the register itself. This is what we in the biz (which is what we in the biz call “the business”) call “nailing it.”


Imagine: Being best friends with Alison and forming a secret relationship with Jason.    

For: Anon

You’re sitting with your five best friends in Alison’s bedroom, you were having one of your traditional sleepovers. There was a movie playing on the TV, but the six of you were too busy painting your nails and gossiping to actually pay attention to it.

“That colour looks so good on you Ali!” Aria swoons at the bubblegum pink nail polish that Alison is painting on her toes.

“I know sweetie,” Alison responds sassily, as much as you loved Alison, she could definitely be a little bit bitchy sometimes, but she was one of your only friends and without her, none of the other girls would speak to you either.

Hanna reaches into the popcorn bowl and laughs, “What colour doesn’t look good on Ali?”

 “Thank Han, but you might want to lay off the popcorn darling,” Alison responds too sweetly. Hanna’s face instantly falls and she turns bright red, dropping the popcorn in her hand back into the bowl.

“Oh come on Ali, let her live,” You respond coolly.

She raises her eyebrows threateningly, “I’m only being a good friend to her Y/N.”

The girls look back and forth between you two, this was a common occurrence, you were the only one willing to stand up to Alison, but you knew that if you crossed the line, your high school life would be ruined. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from making another remark, not wanting to start another fight on a night that was supposed to be fun, “I’m gonna go get myself a glass of water. Does anyone want anything?”

Alison just rolls her eyes and the others silently shake their heads, this mood probably wasn’t going to last long, but you didn’t want to be stuck in the awkward silence so you walk out.

The hallways of the DiLaurentis house are dark; Alison’s parents were out for the weekend, so you had the house to yourself. Or so you thought.

You make your way to the kitchen, quietly humming, and you pour yourself a cold glass of water, in hopes to cool down your hot temper. You stand around in the dark kitchen until you hear the girls giggling once again; you know it’s probably safe to return, so you make your way back to Alison’s room.  

As you approach the stairs, a voice behind you makes your heart jump out of your heart, “Hey Y/N.”

You spin around on your heel and see Alison’s older brother, Jason, standing right behind you, “Jesus Jason! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry” he shrugs.

You stand in silence for a while, staring at each other through the dark. The initial surprise from Jason’s jump scare had worn off, but your heart was still racing due to the fact that your best friend’s incredibly attractive older brother is standing a bit too close to you. You finally break the silence, “Um, I should probably head back up stairs.”

He shakes his head, “Yeah, uh, I only stopped to because I wanted to say that it was really nice how you stood up for Hanna earlier.”

“Oh, you heard that?” You blush, luckily, he couldn’t see that in the dark.

“You girls aren’t necessarily quiet, that’s why I came down here,” He chuckles.

“Sorry,” You laugh.

Jason steps even closer to you, “You know, you’ve always been my favourite out of Ali’s Power Puff Girls.”

“And why is that?” You struggle to keep your voice from faltering. Jason’s proximity to you felt wrong, but you didn’t want him to back away.

“You’re the only one who isn’t afraid to stand up to my sister. You treat her as if she’s actually your friend, and not your ring leader. You don’t let her walk all over you like the other girls and my family do,” He pauses for a moment and then adds more quietly, “You’re also the most beautiful.”

You blush, “Thank you Jason.”

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face and tilts your chin up, he leans down so that you noses are almost touching and pauses, silently asking for your permission. The small part of you that fears Alison screams at you not to do it, but you ignore it. You stand up on your toes and close the gap between you two. This kiss starts off gentle, but slowly grows passionate. You finally pull away when you hear Alison’s voice call from upstairs, “Y/N! How long does it take to get water?!”

You shyly look up at Jason, “I should go.”

You’re about to head up when he grabs your arm, to stop you, “Do you want to go out to lunch sometime?”

“I’d love to,” You smile at him, “Jason, can we please keep this a secret?”

“I was thinking the same thing,” He laughs, “Ali would be furious.”

You nod, as the girls call you once again.

You bid Jason good night and rush upstairs. You walk in the door, and all the girls stop joking around at stare up at you.

“Y/N, what happened to your lipgloss?” Alison finally asks, you look in the mirror and notice that your lipgloss is all messed up. Shit, this is going to be hard to explain.


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Sexy Toys

Merle made a bet with you. If you could take out more zombies than him, he would let you be the dominant one in bed. Lucky for you, you’re a good shot. Lucky for Merle, you know how to have a good time.

   “C’mon baby, don’t do this.”

   You ignored Merle as you tied him up.His arms were behind his back so he couldn’t move. Tonight was your night. Merle had made a promise. Oh, he thought you forgot but you remembered. He had made a promise to you. Okay, it was more of a bet. If you could take out more walkers than him, he would finally let you be the dominant one. The two of you had been fucking for a while now, and while it was fun to be the bottom sometime, it got old. So, you when Merle placed the bet, you were determined to win.

   Which you did.

   Forty. You managed to take out forty walkers. Merle only took out thirty-six. Grudgingly, he agreed to uphold his end of the bargain. He was probably regretting it, but it was too late.

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Unexpected Ride

pairing: Daryl x Reader

fandom: the walking dead

prompt:  You were chased by cops and took me as a hostage but you didn’t realized the cops were after me

warnings: pre-apocalypse

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Sweat ran down your forehead as you ran around the corner and over the street, trying to find a path where cars couldn’t follow you so easily. The sirens kept getting louder in the distance. They were still a bit away, had probably lost sight of you a few times but it wouldn’t stay like that. Getting away from the police successfully was harder than it looked in all the action movies you had seen over the years. Well fuck that you hadn’t bet on getting away anyway.

Halfway across a motorbike stops right in front of you, breaks squeaking as is slithers to a halt. Your first thought was ‘police’ but the man jumps down, takes your arm, drags you over to his bike and throws you onto it before sitting down himself. He hits the gas pedal full force and drives away without further explanation. Not that you wanted one at the moment, you were busy digging your nails into the leather seat to prevent you from falling down.

When you finally leave the city behind you, he slows down and you dare to sit up. Hanging halfway over a way too fast motorbike wasn’t exactly fun even if it looked funny.

After what felt like hours the bike stops at the side of the road and you immediately jump down, the anger that had gathered with time showing itself quite clearly.

“What the hell?!”

No answer. The guy just takes his helmet off, giving you a shrug before turning his attention back to his bike that obviously ran out of gas or he wouldn’t have stopped at all.

“You do that often? Taking people on a ride…forcefully I might add.”

“Not really.”

“Well then could you be a bit more precise as to what the fuck I am doing out here?”

He straightens his back, takes a deep breath and turns around with an annoyed look, “I needed some leverage in case the police caught up.”

You stare at him with a blank expression, really looking at him for the first time today before you start to laugh uncontrollably. It earns you a strange look but you don’t care and ignore it.

“Well buddy I hate to disappoint you but that plan has gone very wrong. I don’t know what you did but those cops were after me.”

His face drops, an expression taking over that’s more than annoyed now.

“Anyway…” You start, walk over and pat him on the back before starting to walk back to the city, “…we better get going, that’s a long ass walk back.”