Got sprayed by the holy water, blessedt by Yoongi and Hoseok themselves
In sugAR DADDY ROBES MIGHT I ADD
Some girls lightstick bomb top went flying from behind me; thrusting her light stick too hard
A girl fainted in the pit RIGHT when they were going on stage
Taehyung likes blowing kisses and having us go insane
Got noticed by Jimin, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Jungkook plenty, I got a nod and smile from Yoongi.
Then I got Hoseok who was just being a fluffy hyper baby the whole time who had 17 cups of coffee
I don’t think he noticed me
Taehyung was pretty chill, he was exploring everywhere. I think he gave me a wave at some point.
B LE S S THEIR ASSES FOR COMING TO MY SIDE
The girl next to me was a Jimin stan and went nuts when she saw him do Lie, I’m not kidding, she was full on convulsing and wanting to jump the rail in front of us
I collapsed on my friend and the seat every time they played those bOPS
EVERYTIME I SAT DOWN BECAUSE MY FEET HURT I’D SAY “OH MAN MY FEET HURT I MIGHT JUST SIT DOWN AND RELAX–”
“EVERYBODY J U M P”
NEVER M I ND THEY TO L D ME TO J U MP
CYPHER 4 WAS SO LOUD AND YOONGI LOOKED LIKE A DAMN VAMPIRE AGAIN
A girl was screaming JHOOOOOOOOPE every 2 seconds without rest. I aim to be that fucking girl. Bless you.
When everybody was not putting up banners at the according songs and it was confusing af since we had like 2 to 3 projects going on lmao so I didn’t get to use them that much
YET TAEHYUNG MANAGED TO GET ONE AND SHOW IT OFF AND I WAS EXTREMELY HAPPY HE GOT IT ON THE STAGE
Seokjin got hit with a cap and just stared at it on the floor like “excuse you hoe I’m tryna talk tf?”
Someone was legit chucking plushies up there and Hoseok grabbed them all to hug them at once
wHAT A CUTIE I'MMA DIE–
there was so much shoving and pushing to get through processing oml it was scary seeing everyone rush
everyone was loud. just loud. it was perfect
I HAVE TO SAY THIS–
WE DIDN’T PUT THE BAGS ON OUR LIGHTSTICKS FOR THE RIGHT SONG. IT WAS GONNA BE FOR 2!3! BUT OUTRO: WINGS STARTED AND I WAS SHOOK LIKE WAIT WE WERE EARLY OH W E L L
SO WE KEPT THEM ON LOL
someone gave Jungkook the American flag after he gestured to it for it to be given to him, and wore it as a cape after displaying it. this is going to be his thing. idc.
Jungkook = New Captain America
everyone kept throwing plushies at Hoseok and Taehyungs feet like guys they gotta wALK DON’T BUST THEY ANKLES
Namjoon smiling really big whenever we’d take over his lines
Yoongi doing the “let’s take out my inner ear piece and see all my bitches scream for me” for his introduction
fuccboi hoesucc come thru with baepsae and mama
jimin’s no hands when he was hip thrusting into the air like he tryna bust a nut on stage… boi
s l u t d r o p s
high notes into over drive by maknae/vocal line
everyone sang awake
THEIR EN G L I SH TH O
Seokjin and Yoongi made me cry, and the chorus to Spring Day
had them back up violinists and shit for some songs, being fancy
I WAS QUANTUM NUTTING FOR LOST, HAD TO HOLD THE RAIL BECAUSE THEY CAME OUT CENTER STAGE AND I DIDN’T KNOW HOW CLOSE THEY’D BE LMAO
I did a body heart to Namjoon and he had thAT DIMPLE FACE I FELT COMPLETE
Jimin teasing tf out of the girls in pit… way too close to the edge… back up bruh, they want to eat you alive, don’t do it
me: *watches Taehyung do Stigma*
me: “WAIT FOR IT”
also me: “hoe don’t do it”
me in the end: “omg”
he hit the note
I have announced my funeral
y'all are invited
when they were saying goodbye, Hoseok and two other members had us all waving our arms to the ending of Spring Day left to right for a straight minute, we mirrored them exactly the same way
I think my friend said Taehyung or Jimin cried
I’ll have to see about that later
many many hobi stans
the look on their faces when we did the rainbow ocean for them
seokjin’s sHOULDERS FUCK MY LIFE
wanna climb his ass like a tree
the way yoongi stomps and raps at the same time had me rolling, he’s an angry smol man tryna prove a point
…When someone tells you jimin is 10x more handsome in person, believe them. just do it.
I made a mistake of even looking at him
they are very real. all seven of them. wow.
I was too close for my own good to them
I’m not okay
but seriously what the fuck
why can’t I go back in time to watch Yoongi say “fuck you and you” in a strangled growl on loop, live and in my face? :’)
I wish I could go to Newark Day 2. Please give them so much love. Stay safe. Don’t push. Don’t shove. Don’t throw too many things at them. Just be respectful. They want to have a good time and so do you!
BTS deserves plenty of love from you guys. Have fun!
Jensen lets out a huge sigh of relief pulling into his garage. He throws his dark gray SUV in park and hauls ass into his country styled house, suitcases in tow. He’s finally made it home to Austin, after a grueling few weeks of shooting nonstop.
Sighing dramatically, Jensen decides it’s time to stuff his face with junk food and catch up on Game of Thrones. Humming to himself, he makes way down the hall but then suddenly freezes. He’s hearing loud movements and…a Seinfeld rerun playing?
For a split second, the thought that someone broke in crosses his tired mind. His dumb ass quickly remembers the house has an extensive alarm system so the noise must be from you.
You being his long time best friend that randomly checks on the house when he’s gone. Other than his parents and Jared, you’re the only one he trusts to do that. You’re one of the few he trusts in general actually.
Request: “Hi I’d like to
request just some jealous sirius, well not jealous more super protective and
possessive (is that the word I’m looking for, idk😅) And the reader doesn’t really mind and
that’s what makes them the power couple from Hogwarts. Hope you understood
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: SMUT! POSESSIVE SIRIUS! DADDY KINK UM YES
The vibrations of the moving train cart caused your head to gently
bounce on the glass window you leant against, watching the monotonous landscape
sweep by while you waited for your friends to come back after packing their
luggage away. You peered up keenly as a knock sounded from the compartment
door, only to realise it was one of the prefects, a young man named Johnathan.
You nodded at him to come in, and he slid the door, quickly coming to sit
“How are you (Y/n)?” He asked, sitting a bit too close for
comfort. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone in here. I’m just in the
cart next door.” He motioned with his thumb. “Would you mind if I kept you
You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Always a million questions
with this guy; none of which he’d ever wait for you to answer. It was obvious
from the way he spoke in a condescending tone that he only initiated these
conversations to get into your pants, not caring about actually getting to know
“I appreciate it, really Johnathan, but I’m waiting for my
friends.” You forced a polite smile, edging away from him.
“Aren’t I your friend?” He questioned, placing his hand firmly on
your thigh. At this point your back was up against the train window, attempting
to recoil away from his touch. You opened your mouth to reproach him, but was
interrupted by the sounds of boyish laughter flooding into the cart, only to be
instantly cut off.
Sirius eyed the scene, analysing your uncomfortable posture, as
his three friends stood awkwardly in the hallway behind him.
“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”
“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”
“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.
“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.
“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.
“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”
“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.
“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”
“Why?” you stared at him, confused.
“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.
“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.
J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight? Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.
You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.
J: Answer the question. Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you J: Yeah but how did you feel? Y/N: Wdym? J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…
“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”
“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.
“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.
“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”
“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.
J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation J: I am Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial J: Answer the question Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?
“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”
“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.
J: How turned on? Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up J: I’m not even doing anything Y/N: Sure… J: You wouldn’t dare Y/n: Watch me J: Don’t
“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.
“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”
“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”
“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.
“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.
“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.
“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”
“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”
“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.
“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.
“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”
“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.
“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”
“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”
“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.
J: Get your ass out here right now. Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh J: I just want you baby Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner! J: You’re the one who said no to texting Y/N: And look where that led us J: We can always ditch Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby Y/N: I know I want it too J: Then please Y/N: After dinner J: During dinner Y/N: No J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon. Y/N: If I come out, will you behave? J: Sure Y/N: See you soon J: Love youuu Y/N: Love you too, dimwit
You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.
“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”
“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.
“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”
“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.
“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.
“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.
“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.
“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.
As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.
“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.
“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”
“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.
“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”
“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.
“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”
“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”
“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.
“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.
“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”
“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”
“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.
“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”
“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”
“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”
“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”
“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.
“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”
Warnings: Swearing, drinking. Somewhere between angsty and fluffy and with mentions of smut.
Summary: With a broken team, and a broken heart, Tony Stark has no one else to rely on but (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a long time friend that has endured and coped with him more times than any friend would. Upon drinks, sad movies and a harmless 20 Questions game, the most hidden feelings arise.
A/N: I like this a lot. Bear it with me.
If you said you weren’t surprised by the
message you got that morning, you’d be a fucking liar. You were indeed
surprised, and with good reason. You hadn’t seen Tony Stark in a year or two,
only quick texting once or twice a week just to catch up on your lives, but now
he was inviting you to his place to watch a movie, “for old times’ sake”.
Movies with him never ended up well, or at
least, they didn’t use to. Sex is all there was in a movie night with him;
well, sex and guilt. You were head over heels for such a long time that you
couldn’t even recall the moment when you first started to feel that, but now
you had grown up, and you were more or less sure that your feelings were a
mature thing that could be controlled.
You waited in the elevator the excruciating
moments before getting to where he needed you. FRIDAY, his artificial assistant
was very kind to tell you that he was eager to see you; you too were eager, but
still very afraid of what was going to happen next.
Poison blasted from the speakers, and you were
suddenly taken ages back, when you two were at his place, drinking and laughing
and then… going at it. You couldn’t help but smiling at the memory, and when
you saw Tony looking at you, your heart just stopped. He had not change a thing, and if anything, he
was even more handsome than you remembered.
“What a sight for sore eyes are you.” He smiled
as he took the long distance to hug you so tight that he could’ve broken your
“You’re so full of shit.”
The drinks started to come up and the saddest
movie you had ever seen showed up on the huge TV he owned. You two stayed in silence
for a while, really taking into every detail of the movie. You were not used to
watch these kind of movies with him, let alone watch any movie. You two
invented Netflix and chill before there was any Netflix whatsoever. That until
he recommended a Twenty Questions game. You started.
“Question number one. How are you?” You asked.
“Fucked. My friends are gone, my ex-girlfriend
doesn’t want me and she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. One of my best
friends is on a fucking wheelchair and everything has just gone to shit.”
“That’s just sad.” You shook your head.
“Number two, did you miss me?” He gave you a
“Can’t say I didn’t.” You shrugged innocently.
And as the movie went on, and the bottles of
beer emptied, you two had gained more and more false confidence to ask each
other the most inappropriate questions that your drunken minds could possible
think of. But things started to get very awkward and you completely lost the
focus on the movie.
“Question number ten,” he took the beer to his
lips and sipped from it, “what is it that you think I should know right now?”
“You just don’t know how to love, Stark.” You
sighed, keeping your eyes on the screen, trying hard not to look at him,
because if you did, you’d surely tell him everything in your mind. “You destroy
everything you love. So that’s why I’m sure you don’t love me enough.”
“Not true.” He retorted, pausing the movie.
“It is. I would never be like Pep because our
friendship is always coming and going. I mean… you tore her apart man. I don’t
wanna be mean, but you gotta admit it… You had everything in your hands to not
fuck shit up and… you did. You went along this destructive path as you have
“What do you mean?” Tony asked.
“After what happened in New York, you told me
Pepper wanted you to slow down with the avenging life, right?” He nodded. “That
she wanted to have a more or less normal relationship with an abnormal man like
yourself, right?” He nodded again. “Well, what did you do? Destroyed a bunch of
suits just to build more. Or at least enhance the one you’d stay with and blow
up an entire city.”
“I don’t get the point.”
“She gave you the chance to stop this madness,
and you didn’t. And once you were a hundred times more PSTD fucked up, you
tried to amend your relationship but she was done with it. Tony, it’s your
fault that she’s gone.”
“Thank you,” Tony huffed, “silly me for wanted
to have some Netflix and chill with you.”
“You can’t possibly think that you can bribe me
into a good movie and a pity fuck afterwards.” You laughed, placing a hand on
your chest. “I would have fallen for that three years ago. Tony, I got older
and I have a little self-respect now.”
“You would’ve?” He asked, furrowing his brow in
confusion. It took you a second to realize what you had said.
“I would.” Oh
fuck it. Good thing you were old enough now to be able to talk about your
still burning feelings in a way more civilized and controlled way. “I like you
Tony, my passion for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns… and yes I
took that from a cartoon, but it ain’t that wrong.” Tony fell speechless, and
you called it your cue to break the news down to him. Years of friendship would
be probably be ruined, but fuck it, you were going big and probably going home
after this. “Remember when we were fuck buddies? Well, it all went to shit for
me, because we knew each other so damn well and sex was like the next step for
us and I always thought you’d end up feeling the same thing for me but
apparently you did not.” You rolled your eyes. “And it’s totally fine! Don’t
get me wrong. This friendship we have is probably ruined because I never told
you this until now and because I started acting weird after I got the feelings,
but you have your fair share too, I mean… you could’ve asked what happened, and
you never did. And I’m sorry… I’m gonna have to go.”
You were getting ready to leave, you had even
taken your bag from the countertop and your jacket from the hanger next to the
door, and as they opened for you, Tony started running behind you to grab your
arm and make you turn around.
“Question number eleven, was any of this true?”
You nodded a silent response. “Twelve, why didn’t you say anything?”
“It had no use.” You shook your head. “You were
head over heels for Pepper.” You shrugged. “Can I go? I really wanna go home.”
“(Y/N), you dropped this bomb and you want to
go home without any further explanation? Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“What’s the use of even explaining you now?”
You asked in exhaustion. “You’re still in love with Pepper and I’m gonna die
alone! So what?”
“Thirteen, do you still like me?” He asked.
“Yes.” You nodded. “Fourteen, did you ever feel
something for me?”
“Yes. I did.” He sighed. “Fifteen, what do we
“I have no fucking clue.” Your bottom lip
trembled, he was getting closer and your knees started to weaken. “Sixteen…”
you paused, “do you know?”
“No.” Tony shook his head and cupped your face;
his breath brushed your lips, and as you held on to his wrists, you tried to
have as much from him as possible. The way his body tensed at your touch, his
hitching breathing and his crazy heartbeat were signals, but you were not sure
if those were the right ones.
“Seventeen. When did you feel something for
me?” Your voice was a barely audible whisper now.
“It has been like an on and off thing… Before
we even were fuck buddies I felt something for you, and then Pepper came, and
well, I’ve missed you…”
“So now I’m like your second choice?”
“Never.” You tried to escape, but your hands
were glued to his arms and he was not letting you go either. Even though his
grip was strong, his hands were tender, and they felt soft against your skin.
You longed for this contact, it had been a while since you two saw each other.
“(Y/N), you were never a second choice or a consolation prize. You wanna know
why I haven’t hurt you?”
“Because I care.”
“Eighteen. Why do you care?”
“You’ve been with me through thick and thin,
(Y/N).” His hands moved from your face to your shaky shoulders, trying to stop
you. “You’re the oldest friend I have and god knows you’re the best. Nineteen,
do you want to jump with me?”
“I do…” You sighed, moving your hands to his
chest. “Twenty…” you bit your bottom lip, “do you love me?” He nodded a silent
“I’m gonna ask another one. Twenty one, can I
kiss you again? I… I don’t wanna let you go, (Y/N). Never again.”
You didn’t reply, but you pulled him closer to
you. His lips were almost afraid of touching yours, and his hands were even
more nervous as they sneaked down your torso and to your waist. You held on to
him like never before in your life; you wanted to have him again, you wanted
him to be yours and no one else’s. You wanted all the things that harmed him to
disappear while he was in your arms.
He was broken, torn and mentally fucked up, but
you were strong enough to love him because you had loved him all your life. He
was the one who kept you up at night, and you didn’t care if he was going to
keep you up at night due to his terrible PSTD; you’d be there for him because
you wanted him to be less miserable. You wanted to make him less miserable.
“We already had the Netflix part… can we go
chill right now?” He breathed against your lips, slowly roaming up his hands
from under your shirt. “For old times’ sake?” He helped you wrap your legs
around his waist, holding you effortlessly as he had always done. “Is this a
“This is a ‘you better treat me right, Stark’”
You pressed your forehead against his and stayed there a minute, caressing his
hair and smiling like an idiot. This was everything you ever wanted, and the
jump even though seemed like jumping from the top of the Stark Tower, you were
more than willing to do it.
You’d seen him almost every morning for the past twelve weeks on the way to and from work. You assumed he lived in the same direction as you as he was always on bus into the city in the morning when you got on, and stayed on it after you got off.
Occasionally he wasn’t on the bus and you always wondered why. Was he ill or on vacation, did he work away?
Maybe one day you’d ask him.
More than likely not. You’d just settle for admiring him from afar.
You looked forward to seeing him, even if you didn’t ever speak to him. He was pretty. Dark brown hair that was perpetually messy, hazel eyes, and a jaw bone you were fairly certain you could cut glass on. He was by far one of the most attractive men you’d seen in real life.
He almost always had a book with him, a different one every time, and you wondered how the hell he got through them so quickly. You bought books with you too but it took you three to four days to finish one. Whereas it seemed to take him less than a day, the book he was reading on the way home often different to the one he had in the morning. He was either a super quick speed reader, or he had a super short attention span and got bored with the story line easily.
Today was cold and the bus was packed. You’d spotted him at the front of the bus, one empty seat across the aisle from him. You took it, seeing him glance up at you and smile shyly. You smiled back and sat down, tugging your ear buds out and shoving them into your bag. You didn’t mind listening to music on the train but you always turned it off when you got on the bus for some reason.
Four stops away from yours, a heavily pregnant woman boarded and looked around for a seat. No one moved to offer their’s up, everyone avoiding eye contact.
You sighed and went to stand up, catching her eye and motioning to your chair. She smile gratefully and made her way towards you.
The man opposite you looked up from the book his nose was buried in and frowned, seeing you exchanging your seat with the woman. He went to stand.
“Here, have mine instead,” he offered.
“No no no. It’s fine. She can take mine. I’m up now.”
You moved out of the way, the woman thanking you and sitting down. The bus began to move again.
“Well at least have my seat then. I’ll stand.” He rose from his seat and you saw that he was almost a foot taller than you.
“Seriously it’s fine. I get off in three stops anyway and you’re always on here after me. Sit back down. It’s okay.” You smiled at him in assurance and after a moment or two, he reseated himself.
You gripped the pole next to where he was sat, holding on tight. You hated standing up on public transport but you weren’t about to make a pregnant woman stand and you didn’t want to take his seat, even though he’d offered.
You watched him push a lock of his hair back behind his ear, closing his book and putting it back in his messenger bag.
The bus stopped suddenly, jerking you and making you stumble, knocking his head with your bag as you clung onto the pole trying to keep your balance. You were too short to easily reach the overhead strap.
“Shit. I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine. I’m okay. I have a hard head.”
Two more passengers got on the already crowed bus and it set off again. At the next stop, the bus jerked again. This time, you lost your balance completely and wound up on the attractive man’s lap.
Your eyes widened and you scrambled to get off, his own face shocked at the stranger he now had sitting on his knee.
“Fuckity fuck. Shit. Fuck!” you pulled yourself upright again, bright red with embarrassment, his own cheeks flushed.
“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”
He started to chuckle, amused rather than angry.
“Are you sure you don’t want my seat? You seem pretty desperate to get in it.”
You laughed back at him, your embarrsment subsiding slightly.
“I’m sure. I’m just clumsy. One more stop anyway.”
The next stop came and you were seriously considering complaining to the transport agency about this drivers breaking. Again you were sent stumbling into the man’s lap, frantically grabbing at the pole to pull yourself up so you could get off the bus and get home, ready to research a new way of getting to work so you would never have to see this man again. So far today you’d hit him with your bag, and landed in his lap twice.
He was trying to help you but your bag had landed awkwardly and had somehow tangled with the straps of his. By the time you were upright and able to start moving, the bus had pulled off.
“Balls,” you sighed.
“That was your stop wasn’t it?” he asked you.
You nodded in response, moving to pull yourself off his knee where you still were.
He put his arm out, stopping you.
“Listen, just stay put. It’s probably safer that way. The next stop is mine anyway so we can get off together. I don’t want you falling into me again and making me miss mine too,” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
He had such a nice smile, wide and happy with straight white teeth. His eyes sparkled when he grinned, making his handsome face even more beautiful.
“I’m Spencer,” he introduced himself.
“Y/N. I’d offer you my hand, but I figure we’re kinda beyond that now right?”
“Well you are sitting on my knee. I guess we are. Right, the stop’s coming up. Think you can handle walking down the aisle without falling over?”
“Who knows. I’ll probably still manage to fall into you or something. You might just wanna wait for a few moments and walk a few paces behind me.”
“You might be right there,” he replied, teasing you.
The bus stopped again and you hauled yourself up, rushing down the aisle and shooting the driving a filthy look as you got off. He wasn’t the usual driver and you blamed him for your embarrassment.
Spencer called after you and you haulted in your tracks, turning towards him.
“Erm… Do you have far to walk?” he asked, looking down at his feet nervously.
“Nah, I’m only five blocks out. The exercise will probably do me good. I’m really sorry by the way.”
“It really is okay… Listen… Erm….. You like coffee right? I see you with a Starbucks cup most mornings,” he was still shuffling his feet, not really making eye contact.
“I live on coffee. I swear I probably pay the manager’s wages single handedly with the amount I spend in there.”
“Would you…. Erm… Would you like to get a coffee with me sometime, maybe?”
He was asking you out?
He was asking you out!
“Really? You wanna get coffee with me?” You were totally surprised. This guy was way out of your league. Yet here he was, stuttering slightly and stumbling over his words.
“Only if you w-want to… It’s okay if you don’t… I understand,” he finally met your gaze, rejection already set in his face.
“Do you wanna go now? I kinda owe you one.”
“Sure. You can tell me how you manage to get through so many books…. ”
“You notice that I read?” he seemed totally surprised.
“Yes. It’s hard not to notice you. You’re kinda the best thing about my journey.”
He blushed before replying, “You’re kinda the best thing about mine too.”
You both smiled shyly at each other, before you decided to take the intitate and reach for his hand.
In an atla au, I’d believe namjoon would be from the earth kingdom. Like at first it’d make sense to put him with the air nomads, they are enlightened, gentle and seek to better themselves through their travels, just like namjoon. But then i think about what makes an earthbender; strength and stability. And then I think about what Namjoon is to bangtan: the Foundation. I think about bangtan relying on him, how often they say he’s a good leader, how starry-eyed jungkook gets when he talks about him. He is an immovable force, a pillar of strength, which is the opposite of an air nomad.
Finally I saw my favorite band in concert not just one but TWO times in a three days and it was fucking amazing. I can’t believe Matty took the flag I made for Loving Someone and he danced with it in his head, it was so emotional, and at the end of the show he took it and left the stage with it in his hands. As you can see it’s broken because the security guy ripped it out of my hands because it wasn’t allowed to have flags so I throw it to the stage and then Matty took it and I lost my shit for the rest of the song. I cried so much because that was a part of me and my group. We met because of this band and we were waiting for that moment for 3 (almost 4) years. We were in first row and the crowd was MENTAL, the band was so happy to hear us singing every word of everysong like crazy. And two days after we saw them live AGAIN. I can not explain how grateful and how happy I am. It’s a dream come true. My life is complete.
Feyre and either Rhys or Cassian ”….spiders. of course it’s spiders.” And it is not Feyre who is afraid of them ;)
“Big bad illyrians aren’t scared of anything” is most definitely a lie
“Feyre darling, its time to leave, everyone is probably there already.” Rhys called from the hallway. “Yes, give me a minute, I’m putting on my clothes and I’ll be out.”
“Do you need help? I’d be more than happy to be of assistance.”
“No I don’t need help you pig,” I laughed as I walked out, wearing a flowing sleeveless purple top, black shorts, and simple sandals. Summer had finally rolled around, i was dreading the heat, but thankfully Velaris’s breeze kept it somewhat cool.
The war was long gone, and ever since then whole Inner Circle had spent most of our time getting everything back in order. And finally it was time for a well deserved break. We were all gathering at the cabin, including my sisters, to celebrate all of our hard work. Which really mean’t getting drunk and playing games day and night.
Rhys looked me up and down, taking his time looking at my legs.”Well don’t you look lovely,” he purred. I made my way over to him and got on my toes and whispered in his ear, “You should see what I have on under this.” He gave a another purr of approval, grabbing my lower back and pulling me close. I put my hand on his chest and pushed back, giving him a smirk, “Nope. Its time to leave, remember?” He huffed out a laugh and held out his hand, “Then allow me to winnow us to the fun” I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “No, allow me.”
I had finally mastered winnowing, and winnowed us to the outside of the cabin. We held eye contact the whole time, and probably would have just stood there gazing into each others for hours if it wasn’t for the male shriek that came from the cabin.
Our heads quickly turned to the cabin to watch Cassian bust threw the door with his wings tucked in tight and pure horror on his face. We both almost made a run to him when we noticed the 4 females hysterically laughing at him, minus Elain who had hidden behind Azriel. His face was blank watching Cass trip face first into the bright green grass.
I felt Rhysands confusion through the bond and I’m sure he felt mine. Mor spotted us and started laughing again and waved us over. “Feyre Feyre come here, hurry look at-” she was cut off by a loud shriek from the cabin, and she collapsed to her knees going into another laughing fit. Amren and Nesta both were looking into the window and chuckled loudly.
I ran to them with Rhysand on my heels and looked into the window to see 3 dog sized spiders crawling in the sitting room. Rhys jumped back and yelled, “Cauldron above, how did those get in there?” Amren had a snake like smile plastered on her face and responed, “Mor let them in. She wanted to give you males some excitement first thing. We know how much you illyrians love spiders.”
Where did they get spiders that big? Why won’t they just go in and kill them?
I turned and looked up at Rhys and finding his face paling. My face most have shown my confusion because Amren explained, “No one knows why, but for some reason Illyrians have a horrible fear of spiders. So we gave them one each to go and get, it’s about time the mighty High Lord and his minions got over their fear.”
I looked to Cassian who was now sitting in the grass with his back turned to us with his arms crossed. A laugh escaped me and i turned to Azriel to now see his shadows completely covering his face in embarrassment, Elain was looking up at his face with concern and whispered, “You’re supposed to keep us safe, please go in and get them out.” I lost it when he quickly shook his head.
I calmed my laughing and cried, “…Spiders. Of course it’s spiders. Out of all the things… spiders!”
Rhys threw his hands up in the air and exclaimed, “Shit Feyre, I mean look at them, they’re massive! Look at their fangs!” Tears were rolling down my face from the laughter and i cupped his face in my hands and said, “Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court, can handle wars, 50 years Under the Mountain, and creatures that give me nightmares, but His Darkness can’t handle spiders?”
He pulled away with growl and crossed his arms. I wiped away my tears and walk back to him, hugging him around his waist. I looked up at him and he turned his head away. “Rhys.” He turned around in my arms, and i was now looking at the back of his head. I rose up on my toes and whispered in his ear, “Well if we can’t get in, how am I supposed to show you what i got at our favorite little shop?” I felt him tense up, and he turned back around in my arms.
Everyone was watching us silently at this point, Amren had one eyebrow rose, and Mor was sitting on the ground with a hand over her mouth. Nesta had moved to stand in front of Cass and his head was hanging low.
Rhys studied my face, and I felt him knock on my mental shield. I sighed and let him in.
Wouldn’t you rather show me at the town house?
No. All you have to do is kill one and make Az and Cass get the others.
He was silent for a few seconds…
Black & gold. Maybe they would agree faster if they knew Nesta and Mor went shopped with me.
I don’t care that they went.
You’re not supposed to, they are. But since you said that, as soon as the last spider is gone we will go straight to our room.
He shook his head as if clearing his mind. Got him. “Let’s go.” he growled. Both the males head whipped towards him. “No.” They said firmly in unison. Elain was looking back and forth at them. “What changed his mind?” Nesta grumbled, still frowning down at Cassian. “I just let him know about ours and Mor’s shopping trip to the fancy underthings shop.” Even Azriels shadows seemed to stop breathing. Azriel pulled out Truth-Teller and walked in. Mor’s mouth dropped and she ran to the window. She returned to her hysterical laughing after hearing loud crashing.
Amren was watching and laughing as well, Elain even went to the window to watch. Nesta was about to start fussing at Cassian, but stopped herself as he got up and walked inside. I was holding in my laughter as i turned back to Rhys and said, “It would be a shame if they got all of them before you got yours.” He flicked my nose and walked in.
I ran to the window to watch. Elain was now standing beside Amren and said pitifully, “When did you go shopping together without me?” “We didn’t.” Nesta answered. Mor wasn’t even paying attention to our conversation, she was to busy cheering Azriel on. “I had went by myself, but I needed a reason for the other two to want to go in.” Nesta smirked at the same time as Amren, and we all watched as the Illyrian babies shrieked and attacked the spiders.
Turns out they didn’t even have fangs, and there were many more pranks to play on the males.
Okay first OFF. LET’S START WITH THE GODDAMN HIGH TECH SETTING THAT LOOKED SO LIT , I THOUGHT I’D LOSE MY SHIT , BUT THEN FREAKING KIM NAMJOON SHOWS UP AND WALKS LIKE A BOSS WITH PURPLE HAIR AND I CHOKED ON MY BREATH AND THEN THERE WAS LIKE AT LEAST 30 BACKUP DANCERS DRESSED AS NINJAS LIKE HOLY SHIT, THEY’RE GOING FOR A WILD CONCEPT THIS TIME. AND THEN FREAKING , SON OF A AGUST D , SHOWED UP IN RED AND I PULLED ON MY HAIR CAUSE HOW DARE HE DYE HIS HAIR WITH BLUE HIGHLIGHTS AND RAP AS IF IT’S NO ONE’S BUSINESS. AND THEN FREAKING JUNG SON OF A MISCHIEVOUS DARK LORD FETUS KOOK RANDOMLY FREAKING SHOWED UP WITH HIS STUPID PINK HIGHLIGHTS , SEXY JACKET AND I COMPLETELY LOST MY SHIT.CAN WE TALK THREE SECONDS ABOUT HOW F*CKING TALL HE LOOKS IN THIS MV. LIKE WTF .AM I IMAGINING THINGS. AND THEN KIM TAEHYUNG AND HIS BANDANA , LIKE F*CK , SON , I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE A NICE KID ?!!! HOW DARE YOU PULL A FOREHEAD ON ME LIKE THIS. I CRIED A LITTLE (OR MAYBE A LOT) AND JUNG F*CKING HOSEOK , YOU SON OF AN EVIL. THAT GUY OWNS HIS INTRO FOR WINGS , CAUSE SHIT , HE’S THE EVIL’S REINCARNATION IN HUMAN FORM . HOW DARE HIS WEAR THESE TIGHT PANTS AND THAT STUPID CAP AND ACT ALL SWAG WHILE I’M TRYING TO REMAIN CHILL BUT I CAN’T CHILL CAUSE ITS FREAKING BTS AND THEN IT HAPPENED…. CHOKE ME JIMIN APPEARED AND I CHOKED ON MY WATER CAUSE HIS GODDAMN PINK HAIR , HIS NOTES AND FOOTWORK ,WE’RE ON A WHOLE NEW LEVEL . YOU CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH PARK JIMIN TRIED WRECKING ME AND JUNGKOOK TOGETHER . I’M SURE JUNGKOOK CRIED SECRETLY AFTER HE WATCHED THE MV , CAUSE JIMIN BE HAVING WAY TOO MUCH EFFECT ON EVERYONE. SOMEONE PARK THIS JIMIN CAUSE I CAN’T .AND THE KIM FREAKING SEOKJIN AND HIS DANCING LIKE HOLY SHIT, HE’S SO GOOD ??!!!HIS GORGEOUS JACKET OMGGDFSHSJSLSLSLZLS SJDJDM HE ETHEREAL BEAUTY MAKE PUNCH A WALL. BTS RUINED ME. SOMEONE COLLECT ME
If you’re reading this it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write.
There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, it wasn’t on the make, it was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another, next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut she might be the one. She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic with a great deal of maintenance required, she is you, Karen. That’s the good news.
The bad is I don’t know how to be with you right now. And that scares the shit out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns. And people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste the leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good. Like home. And you make excellent coffee. That’s got to count for something right?
Dark!Skyeward AU: Grant Ward knew being undercover at Hydra for Shield had it’s risks. Being murdered by the person that the super spy himself went undercover for in the first place wasn’t one of the considered risks. Unaware of Ward’s occupation, Phil Coulson did what he thought was necessary and killed the man with his own two hands, unaware of Ward’s attempts at a a good deed. Though, Coulson wasn’t alone. From afar, Skye stood emotionless, watching with blurred vision as Coulson left Ward’s body to rot, with nothing but dust circling the air with every step he made away from the corpse. Unforgiving of her directors actions, Skye took it upon herself to avenge the man she lost, and would never get back. Anger fueled her system every waking day as she began her path to revenge.
A/N: This is sad. I am sad. Everything is sad.
Keep in mind that English isn’t my first language! Thanks a lot to my lifesaver @cynicallystiles💙 for proofreading, editing and for not letting me delete this, even though I thought it was shitty ✨ your support means a lot!
Please let me know what you think 💖
Who would have thought that ‘forever’ sometimes means ‘until someone better comes along’.
Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Word Count: 2057
Author’s Note: I LOVED Cedar Point as a kid, but hubby pointed out to me while I was writing this on the road that not everyone knows what it is… I think I’ve explained it in the fic, but if not, google it and be jealous. It’s mind-blowing. Ok I added this gif after because it totally looks like a roller coaster harness…
“Okay! Okay! I recognize this!” Y/N shouts slapping my arm absentmindedly as she leans forward between the front seats. “Go left up here.”
I had been pleasantly sleeping before this rude awakening. I groggily force myself more upright and swat her hand away “Stop hitting me.”
She stops, but doesn’t answer me in any other way. She doesn’t lean back to include me or tell me where we were, or even turn her head in the slightest to acknowledge me. Shit. I’ve really pissed her off. I thread my hand into my hair, pushing it off my face and catch Steve’s warning glare in the mirror. I can practically hear his mom-voice ‘You don’t have to snap at her Buck, she’s just excited.’
(I really couldn’t think of a better description, I apologize)
Author’s Note: yay, my collab with @hamilbye!!! yes, it did take us that long to decide to write together and yes, it only took us like three days to finish this. We put our amazing brains together and wrote this pretty quickly.
I love love love working with you, Nat. It was the most fun. I also love love love you. You’re the best. AND you’re very talented.
Warnings: alcohol/drinking mentions, a curse word or two (I forget), fluff
An audible sigh escaped you when you stepped off the elevator in your apartment building, taking a right turn to head down the long hallway. Your feet carried you, but protested heavily after the shift you had pulled at your dead-end waitressing job. You were sure you smelled of stale cigarettes and dirty dishes, but at least you had some cash in your pocket. As if that hadn’t been stressful enough, you hadn’t even seen your apartment in about 20 hours due to college classes and familial commitments. It was the week before Spring Break and hectic was the synonym for your life.
Being ‘The Viper’, Randy Orton’s girlfriend was difficult in itself, with the crazy schedules, strict routines but when things didn’t go to plan - being Randy’s girlfriend became a lot harder. You see, Randy’s control over his temper was awful; if he was pissed off in the slightest everyone in that arena would know and that is exactly what you were dealing with tonight.
As you placed your hand on the door of your boyfriends private dressing room (perks of being well respected in wwe) you could hear the sounds of things being thrown and broken along with the animalistic growls and grunts of rage. Sounds you were well aware that ninety percent of your co-workers had hear by now. You delicately knocked on the door, pushing it open ever so slightly. His eyes were blackened with rage, sweat dripping from his head all the way down his perfectly toned torso, the veins in his neck protruding as if they were going to burst - this was undoubtedly the worst you had seen him. But damn did he look hot, you bit your lip as you stared at him and your mind wandered to how rough he would be later tonight. Get you mind out of the gutter woman you mentally snarled at yourself; preparing to interrupt the ongoing ferocity of your boyfriend, considering he still hadn’t seen you standing in the doorway.
“RANDY!” you shouted at the top of your lungs slamming the heavy metal door just to make sure he heard you. He instantly dropped the chair he was milliseconds away from launching at the wall behind him, the feral look in his eyes was still present but the bulging vein in his neck receded as he relax his muscles. “This is ridiculous Randy, the whole fucking roster can hear you! Why are you even angry. You won!” you huffed flailing your arms in exasperation.
“Why am i angry? That match was a shit show! “ Randy roared throwing another water bottle at the wall. “Harper botched every single move, he didn’t sell properly and he went completely off of what we planned!” Randy roared launching another bottle at the wall.
“Baby, just calm down” you said soothingly your mind still reverting to those dirty thoughts you knew that this wasn’t the right time for.
“Calm down? Calm down? I haven’t built up my reputation for this many years to have it fucked over by a greasy, hairy -” the rest of his words were lost as your mind took over and you began to admire everything about him in that very moment: his sweat drenched abs, wild eyes, heaving chest. Everything about him was making your hot and bothered - even just the way his voice had become hoarse from all the shouting. “Y/N are you even listening to what I’m saying?” he questioned sounding even more pissed off. Your cheeks flushed a light crimson as you caught you nude lip between your teeth.
“I kinda zoned out” you muttered twirling your hair in your fingers. His eyes widened in disbelief - his mouth doing the same. He was just about to speak before you silenced him by walking towards him and dragging his muscular frame down to your height to embrace yourselves in a passionate and rough kiss. You pulled away and saw a change in his eyes, the barbaric look still there yet it was now accompanied by one you knew oh so well; Lust. “I zoned out because you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” I couldn’t help it, just looking at you. God Randy nobody else could ever do this me” you rambled and he looked down at you smirking. Within an instant he had you pinned up against a wall, your mouths meeting each others once again. Tongues and teeth colliding in a steamy and desperate kiss.
“Babygirl you do the exact same thing to me” Randy spoke as he leaned in to place kisses along your neck and down to the low cut of your v-necked blouse. His hands were gripping you hips insanely tightly telling you he was still reeling with anger - that’s when an idea pinged into you head, one that would get you exactly what you wanted.
“Randy, take out all your frustration out on me” you whispered with a sultry tone and a cheeky wink to end your sentence. As soon as the words left your lips he slammed you onto the sofa in the centre of the room and you smirked as he climbed on top of you.
Looks like the roster will be hearing a different collection of noises tonight.
A/N: Hey guysss! I absolutely loved this request - it seems slightly smuttier than usual but oh well! I hope you all enjoy it. Also i absolutely SUCK at titles so :/ but never mind. Also our requested are open only until tomorrow so requests anything you want now before they close! ~ Moxxii