but no guys look what i found in my drafts

auguste was problematic 2k17

i’ve been seeing a lot of talk about how laurent wasn’t really a reliable narrator about auguste and his faults so i made this post about things that were wrong with auguste

  • had an irrational dislike of the word ‘pelvis’
  • his favourite food was strawberries but he became allergic as a teenager….. didn’t stop him from eating strawberries
    • ‘auguste, please don’t’ ‘the world can’t take this away from me’ *shoves a strawberry into his mouth* ‘that is so good…. please take me to the physician’
  • made muscles at himself in the mirror…. vere’s saviour everybody
  • so?? comfortable??? with his sexuality??? it got ridiculous
    • this is more for modern!auguste but please consider the following: laurent is reserved and damen is confident with himself but he’s also private about his sex life. and then there’s auguste. who is just so casually open about e v e r y t h i n g 
    • ‘damen, i hear you’re bisexual’ ‘yes’ ‘wow that’s great. i’m straight but let me tell you about the times i experimented with men -’
    • ‘hey laurent i need to use your phone’ ‘okay - wait no! don’t look at that!’ ‘why?’ ‘it’s my…. bank information. i’m doing online banking.’ ‘your boyfriend is sexting you, isn’t he? laurent that’s nothing to be ashamed of. i have been in countless relationships where we found pleasure in-’ ‘stOP’
  • his hair got frizzy when it was humid
  • could not sing at all
    • also couldn’t play an instrument
    • my guy had no musical talent whatsoever
  • flirted with EVERYBODY
  • sent his girlfriends love letters and would sit there for HOURS trying to get them right. he kept a thesaurus in his chambers. each one had at least three drafts…. he wrote really cheesey poetry…. what a loser
  • pretended to take notes during political meetings when he was actually doodling
  • his best friend was his baby brother
    • who am i kidding that’s adorable
    • fuck i don’t even know him but i miss him

feel free to add your own Auguste Flaws

list of awful things in smut

-pebbled peaks 

-fuckin. BUNDLE OF NERVES FULL STOP the prostate is a GLAND people a GLAND 

-mounds, mountains, fun/fat bags, milk jugs… how tf do yall make breasts so sound fucking nasty please stop 

-any sort of sentence abt balls slapping ass or?? honestly it just makes me laugh 

-legit pointing out how many inches someone’s dick is. seriously did their partner just whip out a ruler in the middle of sex like what 

-same thing as above, but when about the size of breasts. seriously

-any sort of sentence about a dick being inserted into the clitoris. like… pls…. just… look up some stuff on biology and human bodies, okay? the clit isnt a hole holy shit its basically the vagina’s version of a dick 

-someone who has a vagina cumming from dick alone.

-NOT!! LUBING!! THE ASS!! ASSES DON’T SELF LUBE MY DUDES MY GUYS unless you’re into… no wait im not typing that never mIND 

-AND NO BLOOD AND SALIVA DOES NOT WORK AS LUBE UNLESS THE PERSON GETTING THE DICKING WANTS SOME GRADE A PAIN 

-Stating how many minutes a couple has fucked for like… what… 

-spelling out literally every single moan 

-kissing only on the mouth come on my dudes

-HAVING NORMAL CONVERSATIONS AS IF THEYRE NOT FUCKING like whats even the POINT then 

-valley between the breasts. its not terrible completely just r overused 

-”TONGUES BATTLING FOR DOMINANCE.” STOP. IT WASN’T A GOOD METAPHOR TO BEGIN WITH 

-”expert fingers” 

-okay ik i’m guilty of this but don’t point out that the characters are blushing every few paragraphs, ‘k? 

-people w dicks need some recharge time before the next fuckening mkay 

-”pink nub” in reference to nipples. just say fucking nipple my dude my guys its not a bad word you’re writing a SEX SCENE a nipple shouldn’t be your biggest worry 

-”meat stick” “rod “shaft” “length” “member” pls… stick to dick or, imo, even better, cock. pls just. stop. 

-the only exception to the above imo is that if you’re specifically talking about the shaft of the dick and ONLY that part of the dick 

-vaginas are only so deep and so are asses. unless someone wants a dick in their large intestine, that is. basically, 10 inches wont fit in a vagina you fucks 

-showers are slippery and oftentimes, small 

-as it turns out, walls and hard floors can also hurt 

-as it turns out, its hard to actually lift someone up

-not everyone screams like they’re being murdered when they orgasm, karen 

-ppl dont always cum during the actual fuckening 

-your partners prob wont share all your kinks either most likely 

-seriously tho when you write kinky bullshit make sure it actually has emotion ya know?? its v v easily to loose the emotion when writing some kinky bullshit so watch yourselves out there 

i wanna note this is all my opinion. well. most of it. the prostate is a gland thats a fact and a couple of other points but everything else is opinion 

Connor Murphy with a Writer S/O Headcanons Part 2

Part 2 to this.

  • Ok, now you two were inseparable. Connor went with you everywhere, and you ditched class with Connor all the time.
  • Connor opened up to you little by little. Even told you that he wanted to do therapy for years, but his parents kept on saying he didn’t need it.
  • You were furious. You helped him as much as you could. Connor began to help himself sometimes, too. It was amazing.
    • “(Y/n)?”
    • “Everything ok, Connor?”
    • “I feel…”
    • He wouldn’t need to say anything else. You’d hug him and kiss him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
    • Connor would push you away sometimes too, go silent and just not talk to you.
    • “Connor?”
    • Silence
    • “Superman,” you’d drawl and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “hey, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
    • Still silence.
    • “Ok, I’ll be right here when you need me.”
  • Then, you got a job. You wanted the money for yourself, sure, college and publishing and all that, but your main reason was Connor.
  • You emailed a doctor that Connor contacted a long time ago. You explained what was happening to Connor, and that doctor knew a therapist who would give you a discount just for Connor.
    • “Connor?”
    • “Everything ok?”
    • “Perfect, actually. Uh, so I’ve been saving up some money.”
    • “Where are you going with this?”
    • “Well, I know you’ve wanted to go to therapy, and one of the psychologists offered you a discount for sessions.”
    • Connor blinked.
    • You froze, scared you did something wrong. That you were intruding and that Connor didn’t want any therapy anymore.
    • Then, he took you in his arms with tears in his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered.
    • You could breathe when you heard those words. You hugged him back as he whispered those two words over and over.
  • Twice a week, you and Connor walked to the psychologist’s. You waited inside another room where you could write and read.
  • When Connor missed a session, whether it was because he had a particularly bad day or because his parents forced him to go somewhere, the psychologist gladly moved his appointment and never deprived Connor a session.
  • Both of you still get teased and bullied. It doesn’t get to either of you as much, though. The other was always there.
  • You were a writer, so you developed your own sense of wit when it came to responding to bullying
    • One time, Connor was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Then, some douche decided to confront him. He didn’t insult you, just Connor, so Connor didn’t feel like fighting back.
    • But, when you came out, all hell broke loose. You saw your boyfriend surrounded by idiots, while head idiot was spewing shit about your boyfriend.
    • Some idiots were smart and let you through. Some weren’t so you pushed them out of the way until you were standing in front of Connor. “Shouldn’t you be picking on someone your own, size?”
    • “What, like you?”
    • “Me? I’m too big for you. I mean, you’re what, three inches? Two?” You scoffed. “I mean you’re obviously compensating for… well.” You held up your fingers to demonstrate how small two inches really was.
    • The head idiot was so mad and embarrassed, he couldn’t even think of a good comeback.
    • You grabbed Connor’s hand and pulled him out of the crowd.
    • Connor kinda just stared at you in awe.
    • “What is it, Superman?”
    • He kissed you against the lockers with passion you hadn’t thought possible. When Connor pulled away, he just breathed, “You’re amazing.”
    • You told him. “Learned from the best.”
  • Connor was always honest and blunt, so when it came to responding to bullying…
    • You were in the library. Connor had left to find some more books for research. He had also left with a kiss on your cheek, you know, if you wanted to know.
    • A group of girls came up to you and asked what you were doing.
    • “Some research for my rough draft.”
    • “Rough draft, like a novel?”
    • You nodded with a smile.
    • A guy scoffed. “Right, cause you can write a good novel.”
    • You blinked. “Well, I-”
    • “Is it even good?”
    • “Look at her! She can’t even speak, let alone write.”
    • You were shivering. You couldn’t fight back, not when it was about your writing.
    • “I found the perfect book!” Connor came rushing back, but when he saw the group of kids and your shivering, his smile faded into a scowl. He stomped over to you, wrapped you in his arms, and glared at the kids. “Apologize.”
    • The kids shook in their place. “We d-didn’t do anything. WE just-”
    • “I don’t give a fuck about what you think you didn’t do. Apologize. Now.”
    • “We’re sorry!” They scurried off while Connor gripped your arms and shoulders.
    • Your boyfriend just continued to glare at the spot those kids were standing in before.
    • You pulled on his jacket. “Connor,” you whispered.
    • He pulled away from you and held you by the shoulders. “What did they do? I swear, I will-”
    • “Connor!” You took a deep breath and kissed him lightly. “Thank you.”
    • He laughed. “Anything for you.”
  • I know this is long already, but just imagine the first I love you. It would probably almost a year into the relationship.
  • You’d be writing away at the foot of your bed. Connor would be reading on your bed, because if your significant other’s a writer, you are going to pick up a bit of reading.
    • You were getting some serious writer’s block. Bad writer’s block.
    • After an hour of staring at your rough draft, you threw back your head and groaned. “That’s it. I’m done. I can’t finish this.”
    • Connor peaked over the side of his bed. “What are you whining about?”
    • “This! I can’t finish this. Too complicated. Too many characters and subplots and motifs. What the fuck is a motif anyway?”
    • Connor chuckled. “You know what a motif is, (Y/n)?”
    • You shook your head. “I’m giving up. I can’t finish it. I can’t edit this many words and get it out to the public!”
    • Connor rolled his eyes and flopped back onto his bed. “I know you’re exaggerating.” He held his book above his face and continued to read
    • You humphed and plopped down on the bed. You removed the book from his face. “And how do you know I’m exaggerating?”
    • “Because if you were telling the truth, you wouldn’t be the person I fell in love with.” He went back to his book.
    • It took about five seconds for you to register what just happened.
    • You couldn’t exactly find your voice, so you just sat on the bed staring at the wall because that wonderful, passionate, stubborn guy loves you. And you love him.
    • Connor voices his thoughts. They did not match yours.
    • “I fucked it up, didn’t I?” He pulled at his hair. “Ugh! I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I knew that I was going to mess this up somehow. I’ll just leave. I’m sorry. Of course, I said it too early and I’m too fucking needy.”
    • He continued to ramble as he grabbed some of his stuff and walk to your door.
    • You pulled him back and kissed him. You pushed him against the door and intertwined your fingers with him. You smiled against his lips and kissed him again. You let go of his hands and wrapped your hands in his long hair and pulled him closer.
    • When his hands were free, Connor tried to get the nerve to pull away from you to ask if you were sure about this, but he couldn’t do it. Not when you were pulling him closer and smiling against his lips like that. Just more reasons to love you.
    • He pulled away first with a gasp.
    • You giggled and whispered, “I love you, too, Connor Murphy.”
    • He shook his head. “What did I do to deserve you?”
    • “What did I do to deserve you?” you countered.
  • You meet Mr. and Mrs. Murphy at graduation, and you were not grateful for them. Because Connor had been rubbing off on you, your first impression was everything but traditional.
    • “So you’re (y/n)!”
    • You froze next to Connor. Even he stiffened and pulled you a closer to him.
    • You looked around to make sure everyone around you was occupied with other things before you whipped around and interrogated his parents, “So why’d you ignore Connor when he asked to get therapy?”
    • Mrs. Murphy’s face filled with dread, and Mr. Murphy clenched his jaw.
    • Mr. Murphy let go of his wife and crossed his arms. “I don’t think you have the right to ask such questions, (Y/n).”
    • “Being Connor’s girlfriend for the last two years, I think I have every right.”
    • “Connor doesn’t need therapy,” Mrs. Murphy argued. “He’s fine now.”
    • “He’s fine now because I brought him to fucking therapy,” you stated.
    • Just on time, the psychologist who helped Connor for over a year, and still makes time for him when he needs it, pushed through the crowd to commend you and Connor on your accomplishments.
    • “Doctor, this is Mr. and Mrs. Murphy.”
    • “Ah, your son has made so much progress. I expect big things from Connor.”
    • Connor smiled a little. “Thank you.”
    • The doctor left, and Connor’s parents were speechless.
    • Wanting to shed some light on the situation, Connor explained, “(Y/n) paid for it, so you don’t have to worry about your precious bank account.”
  • Years pass and even though Connor and you go separate ways, your relationship persists.
  • Then, you get your book published with sketches by Connor and a dedication to Connor.
  • Your book gets enough attention that you and Connor are promised a book tour after you graduate college.
    • “What do mean (Y/n)’s late? You’re her agent. Aren’ you supposed to make sure she’s here.”
    • “She called in earlier, Mr. Murphy. Her flight’s been delayed, and she will be a few hours late.”
    • “She’s the fucking author. She can’t be late to her own book tour.” Connor slumped in his seat.
    • Then, hands covered his eyes. And only one person had the guts to do such a thing to Connor Murphy.
    • His lips curled into a smile and let out a laugh. “(y/n), I swear-”
    • “What is that, Superman?”
    • He turned around and kissed you hard while your agent averted her eyes and gave you too a moment.
    • “I missed you,” you murmured against his lips.
    • Connor couldn’t help himself. He kept on kissing you, running his hands up and down your body just to make sure you really were in his arms. “I love you,” he whispered.
    • “I love you, too.”
  • You were dreading the last stop of your book tour. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do afterwards. Connor had a bright future ahead of him as an aspiring social worker or therapist or psychologist or something like that. You… You weren’t sure what to do with yourself.
  • When the cameras were all gone and the people deserted the bookstore, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself for whatever end was coming.
    • “(Y/n), everything ok?” Connor came up behind you and hugged your waist.
    • You sighed and leaned back into him. “I’m fine.”
    • “I’m calling bullshit.”
    • You laughed. “As you should.” You licked your lips. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do after all this. Most writers have a second profession, but me? I have no clue if that will happen or if I’ll go back to school. I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do for the next year or two or forever.” You laughed bitterly. “I don’t know.”
    • Connor rubbed your arms, and you leaned into his warm touch and closed your eyes.
    • Your boyfriend of over six years leaned over and whispered, “Marry me, then.”
    • Your eyes flew open. You turned your head and breathed, “What did you say?”
    • Connor nodded to the space in front of you. You followed his silent instructions and looked in front of you. In Connor’s hand was an open ring box with a diamond ring.
    • You brought a hand to your mouth as tears formed in your eyes.
    • “I do believe,” Connor whispered, “that I asked you to marry me.”
    • Yes. You wanted to say that one word so badly, but with the tears in your eyes and Connor’s warmth around you, you just couldn’t find your voice.
    • Connor backtracked. “If you say no, it’s fine. You have stuff to figure out, so do I. Trust me. I am perfectly happy with just being by your side with no ring or whatever and… Did you just nod?”
    • You nodded again.
    • Connor gasped. “Wait, so you’re saying yes, right? Don’t fuck with me, (Y/n).”
    • You laughed. “Yes! I’m not joking with you. I’m not fucking with you. I am saying yes, and I would love to be your fiancee and get married and get a house and a job and…” You inhaled sharply. “I love you, and I want to be with you, Connor Murphy.”
    • Your fiance beamed and brought you back in his arms for a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He kissed your nose. “You and only,” he kissed you again, “you.” He laughed.
    • “Saved me again,” you joked, “my superman.”

It’s sooo long!!! Ah, but I love it so much! It’s so cute!! This is dedicated to all the imagine writers in the DEH fandom. Uh.. trying to think of some off the top of my head. @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou, @pacman-tattoo, @cherrywiness, @let-the-world-pass-by, @indigo-streaks-in-her-hair, and @dear-evan-imagines, thank you for the imagines and headcanons and for being amazing writers that I read constantly. I’ve forgotten a few, but if you have ever tagged anything Connor murphy x reader, I probably read your stuff, so thank you very much.

Also dedicated to my awesome friend, @super-fabulous-killjoy, who introduced me to Dear Evan hansen and got me back into my Broadway obsessions!

Have wonderful day, readers!

AnE Concept

Okay so imagine someone who didn’t get along well with Yuri Egin finding Rin and they just go up to him like “Rin Okumura, son of Yuri Egin” and they’re really pissed and expect him to get all scared but instead he’s just really excited and overjoyed like “GUYS LOOK SOMEONE’S MAD AT ME BECAUSE OF MY PARENTAGE AND IT ISN’T BECAUSE OF THE SATAN THING!” and he turns to the person like “Thank you so much this is so refreshing you have no idea! Could you say that again, please? I wanna record it so I can relive this moment forever!” And this poor person who just wanted to get angry at someone is so confused until somethign dawns on them and they’re all like “Wait what Satan thing?” and Rin’s just still for a minute before shouting “DAMMIT I RUINED IT.”

anonymous asked:

I'm not exactly sure if this is the right place to make a request and I also don't know if you even take requests, but I'm doing this anyway. I really really love your jikook writing, no matter what it is, and I was wondering if you could write something for the maknae line with jimin being the submissive one if you know what I mean, or jikook?? Whichever floats your boat. Please and thank you. ^^

fansigns are jimin’s least favorite events. as the famous singing duo VKook’s manager, he’s obligated to coordinate these events but he still hates them. 

“thanks baby~” he hears Taehyung coo at a fan crouching in front of him and he scrunches his face up. 

“disgusting,” he mutters to himself. “stupid, greasy, man-child.” 

“jiminnie, baby, open up for us hmm?” taehyung slides a hand down jimin’s stomach, eyes glinting wickedly. jimin shudders at the sensation, heat pooling in his abdomen. 

jimin shakes his head, gritting his teeth. 

“jungkookie!” he hears another scandalous gasp. he glances over to see jungkook grinning up at a fan who’s covering her mouth with her hands, face flushed. “you’re so perverted! don’t do that to noona’s heart!” 

“ah, but noona’s too cute not to tease~” 

disgusting. he hates both of them. gross. 

stop that!” jimin slaps away the hands trying to grope at his butt. “pervert!” 

“ah hyung is too cute, i can’t help it!” jungkook grins, pushing into jimin’s space until jimin’s trapped between him and the wall. 

oh yes, jimin hates fansigns. 

“no reason for you to be jealous,” he mutters to himself. “it’s only right that they be nice to their fans. you’d chew them out if they were mean.”

just…did they have to be so goddamn flirty?

of course they do, jimin reasons again. that’s what draws in the fans. both of them can act cute but what really gets the fans screaming is when taehyung licks his lips or when jungkook delivers a slick body roll. 

sighing, he pushes his clipboard at another staff member. “need some air. cover me for a bit?” she nods and waves him off and jimin steps outside the venue, sitting down and leaning against the wall. 

“don’t be dumb, park jimin,” he tells himself. “no need to get jealous over every little thing.” or so he tells himself. unfortunately, jimin’s always been an insecure person. he leans his head back, closing his eyes. 

“where’d jiminnie go?” taehyung asks jungkook. jungkook doesn’t even answer him, eyes already searching the venue. taehyung almost laughs. they’re both so whipped and needy for their tiny boyfriend slash manager. 

“taehyungie-oppa! look here!” taehyung flashes them a short smile but then he’s looking around again, searching for a head of orange hair. 

when he doesn’t find him, taehyung lifts the mic to his mouth. “sorry! we’re gonna hold a short intermission, kay? don’t want you to get tired of us too soon!” 

“never~” they chorus and taehyung grins, a tad guiltily because really, they’re not allowed to call an intermission whenever they want but jimin isn’t here to help them with their bad life choices so really, they’re justified in going to look for him. jungkook’s already out of his seat, looking for a staff noona to ask after jimin. 

“she said he’s outside in the back,” jungkook tells him when he comes back and they both head out to the back. they open the door cautiously, wondering if there might be fangirls who didn’t get in to the fansign waiting in the back. there aren’t any. instead, there’s a familiar head of orange hair, eyes closed, looking ethereal in the afternoon sun. 

taehyung crouches down in front of the figure. 

“there you are.” jimin’s eyes fly open, eyes widening when he sees taehyung. 

“taehyung!” taehyung grins at him, tongue between his teeth. 

“we were wondering where you’d gone,” jungkook says from where he’s leaning against the wall. he crouches down next to jimin as well. “we missed you.” he presses a short, chaste kiss to jimin’s lips. 

“i was only out for a few minutes,” jimin mumbles, staring at the ground. his pink cheeks are so cute, taehyung thinks. jimin glances up at them, eyes large and forlorn. “you really missed me?”

taehyung blinks, wondering where this is coming from, but then remembers that jimin is usually always moody during fansigns. “of course we did! we always miss you when you’re not in our arms.”

jimin flushes harder. “…ah…” he looks down at his lap, tiny fingers fidgeting. “is…the fansign over?”

“no,” jungkook says. “taehyung-hyung called an intermission because we were wondering where you were.”

jimin wrinkles his nose. “damn.” taehyung feels the same. all he wants to do is drag jimin back to their van and into their dorm so he can kiss and cuddle jimin for hours. maybe do naughty stuff. jimin’s lips are full and pouty. taehyung can just imagine them wrapped around his co – yeah. definitely naughty stuff first and then cuddles. “you should probably head back in. the fans are going to get restless without you there.”

taehyung whines, falling forward and burying his nose in jimin’s neck. the skin is so soft. taehyung wants to suck marks into it. “dun wanna!” 

without looking, he can see jungkook and jimin roll their eyes at each other over him. they always do. 

“go in,” jimin says. “let’s just get this done and over with.” he pats at taehyung’s back. “and then we can head home.”

“and do naughty stuff?” 

jimin smacks him lightly, face red. 

“i want to do very bad things to you, jiminnie,” taehyung says honestly. “very bad things.” 

“get inside,” jimin huffs, face red, but he doesn’t say no and taehyung stands up giddily. 

“you’re not coming in with us?” jungkook asks and jimin looks away. 

“not just yet. you go first.” taehyung pouts. he doesn’t want to go in without jimin. he’ll miss him more if he can’t see him. but there’s nothing he can do about it so he heads back in with jungkook. 

jungkook’s tired of smiling and talking. he likes his fans, sure, but only in concept. prolonged exposure makes him long for jimin and soft pretty giggles and eye smiles. 

a flash of orange catches his eye and his lips lift in a smile when he sees it’s jimin, grabbing his clipboard back with a small smile from the staff noona. 

(later, pics are going to come out of ‘jungkookie-oppa’s lovey dovey smile’ and jungkook will scowl and taehyung will laugh because that smile has nothing to do with fans and everything to do with their adorable manager. )

jungkook’s mouth  moves to autopilot as he keeps his eyes fixed on jimin while simultaneously trying to hold a conversation with a fan. jimin’s moving around, talking for a few minutes each to various staff members before he’s suddenly stopped by a man in a suit.

jungkook frowns and the girl in front of him ducks guiltily. “sorry! was that too personal a question?”

“huh?”

“ah…i…what’s your favorite color?”

“oh…no…i just wasn’t paying attention. it’s –” jimin’s laughing at whatever the man’s saying. jungkook feels something irrationally angry inside him. it suddenly occurs to him that he hasn’t answered her. “ – orange.”

“i thought you would say red or black,” she says. “i don’t see you wear orange much.”

“yeah…i guess…today i’m just feeling orange.” honestly, just get a move on. she’s distracting him. what had the man said that had gotten jimin laughing? jimin had been moody most of the day but he usually was during fansigns and he and taehyung could never snap him out of it.

jimin’s eyes are crinkled as he smiles, sweater sleeves falling over his hand as he covers his mouth with his hand. he’s adorable. jungkook wants to cuddle him, maybe rip the sweater off so he can see the rest of jimin’s soft skin.

“oppa?”

jungkook jolts. “oh sorry. it’s uh…been a long day.”

after she passes, jungkook purposely knocks taehyung’s water bottle onto the ground. “oops.”

taehyung bends down to pick it up and jungkook bends down as well so they’re both hidden by the table. “who is that with jimin?”

taehyung blinks and raises his head slightly. his brows furrow when he sees. “dunno. why is jimin laughing?”

“dunno.”

they both sit back up. any more time and it would look suspicious.

over the sound of fans screaming, he can faintly make out the sound of jimin’s bubbly, bright laughter.

((”how did you break your autograph pen?”

“i guess i…held it too hard.”))

in the van back to the dorm, jimin is once again sandwiched between taehyung and jungkook like usual. it’s surrounded by his two boyfriends that jimin always feels safest and most loved.

“so who was that?”

jimin blinks. “who was who?”

“the guy you were talking to.”

jimin wrinkles his nose. “i talked to a lot of people today, jungkookie. you’ll have to be more specific.” jungkook frowns, jaw visibly tense, and jimin blinks, reaching up and touching jungkook’s cheek carefully. “is something wrong?”

jungkook ignores the question but doesn’t bat jimin’s hand away. “who was that guy that made you laugh?”

jimin hopes jungkook can see how confused his expression is because he has no idea what jungkook’s talking about.

“the guy in the suit, jimin.”

“oh! the…sponsor?”

“sponsor?”

“mm,” jimin says. “the guy in the suit? he said he wanted to sign a contract with us – you, i guess, for an advertising campaign.”

“but he made you laugh.”

“hm? oh…maybe? i don’t quite remember…oh yeah, i think he said i looked too young and cute to be a manager already or something like that.”

“we compliment you all the time!” taehyung pouts.

“it wasn’t really a compliment he was just joking!” jimin blinks. “are you guys jealous or something?”

“yeah.”

jimin’s eyes widen, heat crawling up his cheeks. “what could you possibly be jealous of? he was a sponsor! he’s like middle aged and just a company spokesperson! you guys are – “ he gestures at the both of them. “ – you!”

“he made you laugh. we can never make you laugh on fansign days.”

“ah…that…um…” jimin looks down at his lap. his short, stubby fingers pull at each other. he wishes the conversation could just end now but even with his head bowed he can feel the weight of jungkook and taehyung’s eyes. “it’s because…you guys…um…”

“what? what do we do?”

“…you...flirt with the fans…”

“huh? what was that?”

“you flirt with the fans! and i get jealous, okay? that’s why i hate fansigns.”

there’s a pause and jimin buries his head between his knees, already embarrassed.

“aww jiminnie!”

jimin grunts as he manhandled onto a lap. he immediately buries his face in the nearest neck so he doesn’t have to see. it smells like jungkook. he can feel lips pressing into his neck and lips pressing into his hair. 

“you know that almost all of those lines are scripted, right?”

“yeah, jungkook couldn’t flirt with girls to save himself.” there’s a pause that jimin thinks is jungkook glaring at taehyung but he doesn’t deny it. 

“there’s nothing you have to be jealous of,” jungkook murmurs into jimin’s hair. “nothing at all.” 

Let it Go

A/N: Sooo, I found this in my drafts and i honestly don’t even remember writing this LOL So i really don’t know what to expect, i just skimmed through this and it looks meh, sooooooo since i feel bad for not update one of my other fics today, you guys can enjoy this! :)

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warning: a little smut??? swearing

Word Count: 1800





September 30th 2005


“So what did John say?”

“He’s got a hunt or two to finish up, so to just finish up this one and give him a call” Dean turned his head, his eyes meeting yours directly with an evil smirk on his face “So that means we can have a little fun in the back seat if baby”

You lifted your hands to cover your now crimson red cheeks “Dean!” You giggled out

He wiggled his eyebrows at you “Come on baby, i know you want some of this”

You gave him a little push in the shoulder, being gentle due to the fact he was driving, even if it was down a back road “I always want some of that Dean”

He made a quick turn to the right into the trees, turning off baby, his pupils now fully dialated “Is that so?”

You bit your lip, trying to look as innocent as possible knowing that was always your best game play, nodding your head diverting your eyes to his bulge growing in his pants. He let out a deep groan before picking grabbing your legs and flipping you so you were laying on your back in the front of baby, he grabbed your legs wrapping them around his waist, hovering over top of you, an inch away from your face, his eyes roaming your face, before leaning down giving you a soft gentle kiss he pulled away leaning towards your ear lowly whispering “I want you….so bad” that was all he had to say to get you going, you ripped off his shirt running your hands down his chest stopping right before his pant line, biting your lip again slowly rubbing the bulge on the outside of his pants, earning another moan from him, his lips instantly connected to yours, his hands roaming your entire body, breaking apart for a split second just to remove your shirt and bra, after that his lips were back on yours.

Shortly after you unbuckled his belt, he kicked his pants of the best he could in the small space you were in, his fingers were tugging at the belt holes in your jeans, taking your hand off of his cheek you undid your jean button, as his right hand left your breast to pull your pants down, at the same time as your panties. He wasted no time with using his fingers inserting them in and out of you making you moan in pleasure, he leaned down whispering “God baby, you’re so wet” Making you moan even more, he took his fingers out and started rubbing circles on your clit.

“d-dean” You stuttered out

“Yeah baby?” Smirking down at you knowing what he was doing to you, but every time you guys ended up here, which was a lot might i add, he only wanted to hear those three words.

“I want you, god Dean, p-please”

“Anything for you princess”

And with that his underwear was off and he was in your faster than you could blink, his thrust started slow and rough, then started to pick up in pace and get gentle, you leaving long scratches on his back, and him hand prints on your waist from gripping you too hard, like always.

“Dean..” You moaned out

“Almost”

You bit your lip nodding at the man above you.

“Y/n” He moaned out “Now” and with that you both let go at the same time, he went limp on you, both of you covered in sweat, baby’s windows foggy, you giggled, Dean pushed himself up giving you a gentle peck on the forehead, than nose, both cheeks, before looking deep in your eyes, kissing you lips softly pulling away “I love you y/n”

“I love you Dean”

And that, that was the last time he ever said ‘I love you’ That was the last good moment you guys had together before everything went spiraling out of control.

Present Day

You’ve been sitting in your truck now for about 15 minutes debating whether or not to you were going in the dinner a few feet ahead of you.

You never were a coward or lacked confidence, but when it came to this certain time anxiety was running all the way through your veins. Not just the diner was a few feet infront of you m, but so was Dean, a man you haven’t seen in about 10 years. You mind was racing at your last time seeing him, you loved him, you still did love him it might of been 10 years but he was your first love, your first everything.

“Ow!” You mumbled when you chewed your nail shorter than you intended to, you sighed hitting your wheel a few times grumbling “Come on y/n this isn’t you” You checked your hair and makeup in the rearview mirror, stepping out of your truck slamming the door shut, mumbling curse words under your breath, you would have gone to a different diner but this was the only one for miles, and it just so happened to be the one that the demons you were hunting were meeting at.

You opened the front door the diner and the bell above rung signaling that they had another customer. The waitress was cleaning the front counter but still looked up from counter to give you a big smile greeting you with a southern accent.

Maneuvering around a few tables, you picked the booth the furtherest away from Dean, ordering a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a vanilla milkshake. You could see the demon’s conversing directly in the center of the room, you couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you could feel them grower suspicious so you looked away diverting your attention to the waitress you could see bringing your food this way, you smiled at her while she was placing it down “Thank you” Pausing to look over at her name tag “Sara, thank you Sara” She gave you a small smile “You’re welcome” before turning away.

15 minutes into your time at the diner and not much has changed, you were about half way through your burger, all your fries gone and have drank about quarter of your milkshake, your eyes glancing between both Dean and the demons every now and then.

God he hasn’t changed that much, he still had those ever so kissable lips, his hairstyle hasn’t changed and that made you giggle, his still had those crinkles by his eyes when he smiled, he still did those pouty lips when he was angry, and lastly he still did love his pie. He has aged quite a bit which is bound to happen, it has been ten years. He no longer had the twinkle in his eyes you loved, there was more wrinkles on his face than you last remembered, he looked tired and worn out but this job did this to anyone who has been in it as long as the both of you, most hunters never make it this long and you were honestly surprised you were still here let alone Dean. You heard the stories, the rumours about the Winchesters over the years, you still kept tabs on him every once in awhile, even though you knew he didn’t do the same.

The only time you stopped keeping tabs on him is when you went to purgatory or when you were in hell for 80 years, or well 8 months our time and let me tell you, was that the longest you went. Both him and his younger brother names were mentioned down in hell every now and then which was nothing new, those two were famous and well known.

You were brought back to reality when there was a loud crash and all the glassware on everyone’s table broke into a million pieces, you quickly reached for your gun shoved in the band at the back of your jeans and bringing it around to the right side of you where no one would see it, you scooched closer to the inside of the booth keeping your head down staying out of it until it was absolutely necessary for you to jump in. Not long after the demons kill everyone in sight one by one, except the Winchesters.

It seems like Dean and his younger brother had sorta the same idea, except they jumped straight to the action, both of them with their guns pointed straight at the demons who were circling the table they were once sat at in the middle, eyes black and snickering “I thought you guys knew by now, those things don’t work on us” Laughing the two of them on the outside flicked the hands motioning towards the back wall that was filled with picture frames of Elvis Presley which smashed to pieces after both brother were thrown at the wall “Fucking idiots” you mumbled, sighing decided now was probably a good time considering the other two hunters were now just as useless as the broken picture frames on the wall.

“No, but these will” You lifted up your gun letting three shots out, nailing each demon in the upper shoulder, watching them fall to the ground screaming in pain as Dean and Sam dropped to the floor, dusting themselves off.

“Thanks” Sam spoke giving you a smile, which you returned with a nod.

You could feel Dean’s eyes roaming your body all over, his eyes never leaving you.

“Would you like to do the honours?” You questioned them, but mostly directing it towards Sam.

He gave you smile and started to read out your typical exorcism, while he was doing that, you went back over to your table to pick up the other half of your burger, eating it while Sam finished up. Once he did he made his way towards you.

“So, I’m Sam and this is Dean” He spoke for the both of them, you nodded about to open your mouth to speak when Dean took the words right out of your mouth.

“Y/n…” Dean breathed out

Sam’s eyes looked between both Dean and you, lifting his finger to point between you both, “Uh you two know each other?” He questioned

“We did” You spoke up, pausing for a brief moment before continuing “I gotta get going, other things to hunt, people to save, it was nice meeting you Sam, Dean” You gave him a small smile and Dean a slight nod before heading out of the diner, once again leaving the only man you ever loved behind.


some thoughts about 5.01

  • scenes of Red stealing cars being awesome with cool music in the background? yes please
  • Raymond Reddington is her father” ok
  • Red’s legs 🌝👌👌
  • ok I get that he wouldn’t take off his shirt bc scars but he could’ve like unbuttoned it all… 👀
  • “then I suppose I’ll need my pants” honestly you don’t 👀👀
  • Red shooting at guys through the ceiling? awesome
  • cute sleepy Red in the backseat? sure
  • the d a n c i n g scene 
  • and of course that flashforward scene omg
  • also what happened to “Lizzie”????? 🤔

When they get back Tucker won’t look anyone in the eye. He sits in his seat on the pelican, silent as the grave while everyone around him tries to explain what happened and Carolina and Wash can’t bring themselves to look at him for long enough to notice the slight shaking of his hands, shoulders, legs, all of him practically vibrates, but they don’t notice.

When the pelican lands Tucker doesn’t move to get up, not until everyone else is in front of him. Wash can’t figure out what is wrong with the chatter until they get to where Kimball is waiting and she asks where Tucker is.

Wash doesn’t know if he can look at Tucker when he is in the armor, not after what Wash went through, but when Carolina’s voice reaches his ears through the haze of memories he notices how shaken she sounds. “Wash I need you to get to him, now.“

Wash isn’t sure what he expected to see when he found Tucker. The only thing he does know is that the man curled in a corner, fists pushing into the side of his head and tearing his hair out of his skull, tears streaming down his face as he babbles incoherently isn’t it.

There are too many voices, and none of them are right. There is his voice, low, smooth, and reassuring, but there is also seven new ones he has never herd before and each one is screaming about something new now that they aren’t focused on the battle. Tucker isn’t sure where he is, he isn’t sure what is real and what is memory, Tucker isn’t sure what he is thinking and what the AI’s are saying.

Tucker wasn’t sure when pelican turned into solid ground, he wasn’t sure when solid ground turned into hallway, he wasn’t sure when empty space turned to wall, and now he isn’t sure how he ended up with blood under his fingernails and his hair tied back as he rests curled up into someone’s chest and slowly drifts in and out of sleep.

Wash doesn’t know when Tucker will wake up, he isn’t sure how long it took for him to wake back up when Epsilon killed himself in Wash’s head, but he will stay with Tucker until he does. Waking up alone sucks, Wash knows from experience.

Wash feels Tucker stir in his arms and tries to move away, only for Tucker’s hands to tighten around Wash’s arm. Wash never had anyone to help him, and Carolina never had anyone to help her, but then again, Tucker’s situation was still different than both of them. After Tucker had passed out most of the AI had been removed, but Theta refused to go. Delta was reluctant as well, but after a little convincing had moved to Simmons. Now it was Wash, Tucker, and Theta. Wash still couldn’t look at the helmet next to Tucker’s bed, but for now all he had too look at was Tucker, and he was perfectly willing to do that.

Tahmoh Penikett (x): Look what else I found in storage. @miraclelaurie @elizadushku #harrylennix #oliviawilliams 

Riker Imagine For Tailia

Looking through my drafts and found this! This is actually the first one I ever wrote I just never published, so I hope it’s okay haha😄

“Wow you really do suck at this Rocky!” You yelled in the middle of the game. “Yea, yea i’m just letting you win!” Riker came in and sat down on the couch. Rocky and You were sitting on the floor in front of the couch. “Hey guys.” he said. “whats up?” “oh Rocky is just ashamed he’s being beat by a girl!” You teased. “You’re not really a girl… you’re just you! Uhh… shut Up! You defended as you slapped Rocky on the chest. "Dude, I was joking.” Rocky whined. “Well cut it out, just play ok…” You said in a quiet hurt tone. Rocky just shook his head confused but continued to play. You looked up and saw Riker grinning, probably at the comment Rocky made. it had kind of bothered you. You didn’t really care what Rocky thought that was just Rocky. It was Riker you worried about. Did Riker think of you that way too? Just as some little tomboyish girl who was always around. lets be honest you weren’t very girly at all, not like those girls he was with. Wait, why care what he thinks, I mean it’s just Riker! You snapped back to reality and heard the phone ring. “I’ll get it! nobody get up!” Stormie yelled sarcasticlly from a different room. A few seconds later. Stormie yelled “Rocky it’s for you!” “Coming Mom!” He yelled and threw the controller at Riker. “You can take her!” He yelled and ran out of the room. Riker holding the controller slid down off the couch and sat next to you. “Who do you think that’s from?” Riker questioned. “Oh probably that stupid blonde from the beach.” “Hey now!” Riker defended. “Her not you I didn’t mean all blondes are…” Riker cut you off “I know what you meant” Riker said laughing. “Hey I like you socks!” “they’re ok” I said sheepishly. “Hey you can’t beat mismatched socks with polka dots” he joked “well I also love cold pizza ya know.” You realized how corny that sounded after you said it but, Riker just laughed. The door slammed, and closed behind and you looked back. “I hate filming!” Ross yelled. “Why do you do it? You asked. "Because I love it!” Ross grumbled tromping up the stairs. “Kids now days I tell ya” Riker joked. I giggled a little at his comment. “You have an adorable laugh.” He said smiling. You felt yourself getting really red and blushing. You didn’t know what to say after that, or how You would even say it. Rocky saved you from looking like a fool when he suddenly ran and jumped over the couch onto the cushion. “You kick her butt? He said enthusiastically. "Actually we haven’t played yet.” Riker said “What have you been doing?” Rocky asked suspiciously. “Oh ya know” Riker said winking at me. “Hey enough about us, who was that on the phone?” You said lifting an eyebrow. “Oh ya know.” He mocked “seriously!” You yelled “who called you? "Oh an old friend.. From uhhh… California, I mean Colorado” he stuttered. You are such a bad liar! You giggled.“ "It’s not important.” He had a huge smirk on his face. You rolled my eyes “whatever.” You heard Stormie yell something from the kitchen. “Tailia, dear are you staying for dinner? we’re having spaghetti.” “Sure” I called back. “Ehhh not again, we always have to eat that gross gluten free pasta when she’s here.” Rocky complained. “You were allergic to gluten, so whenever You stayed for dinner at the Lynches, which was often, Stormie made sure that it accompanied your needs."Oh shut up, it won’t hurt you to be more healthy” You reached up and patted him on the stomach. “Hey I think I’m just fine.” He slowly slid up his grey t-shirt to show off abbs on his muscled torso. “Put down your shirt Rocky, nobody wants to see your hairy stomach!” You scolded playfully. You know most girls swoon over this! He gestured to his body. “Yea and I don’t see why!” You mocked “uhh I am offended! He yelled. Making you laugh, you looked back to Riker again who was smiling also. He really was adorable. Were you starting to have feelings for him? You couldn’t he was your best friends brother that was it, but there was something there. He made you feel all giddy inside, but you couldn’t help, but think he would never feel the same way you felt, whatever you felt.
**
You sat on the couch watching a movie. It was 10:00 and you were spending the night. "Hey I’m gonna get more popcorn.” Rocky spoke. “Grab me a water!” You yelled. Ross and Ryland were playing video games in their room and Rydel had already gone to bed so it was just you, Riker, and Rocky. With just you and him on the couch he slid closer to you. “Enjoying the movie?” He asked. You nodded. You were watching the pirates of the Caribbean. When Riker found out you had never seen it, he insisted you watch it since he claimed it was the best movie ever. “You know I’d really like to be a pirate wouldn’t you?” He spoke again making you giggle a little “sure” you responded. “If you were a pirate would you put the parrot on this shoulder?…” He lightly tapped the shoulder closest to him. “Or this shoulder.” His arm slid around passed the back of your neck and sat on your other shoulder. You looked up at him and he smirked. “Was that your smooth pick-up line?” You muttered. He raised his eyebrows “did it work?” You laughed and set your head on his shoulder. His hand that sat on your shoulder helped pull you closer to him. “What’s going on here?” Rocky exclaimed walking into the living room. You and Riker quickly jumped and you sat up. “Did you finally tell Riker you have a crush on him?” Rocky teased. Your face turned a bright shade of red. “ROCKY!” you gritted through your teeth. He always embarrassed you. You turned to Riker to see his reaction and a grin widened in his face. “Hypothetical question if I asked out Tailia how would you feel?” Riker asked Rocky. You could feel your face burning up. Rocky shrugged “Well Tailia asked me earlier if It was weird that she liked you and I said no shes free to-” “OH MY GOSH ROCKY SHUT UP!” you exclaimed covering your face. Rocky had succeeded to embarrass you even more. “So Tailia do you want to go out with me?” Riker asked you looked up and bit your lip. It was all so fast you had no idea Riker was even interested in you 20 minutes ago, but it seemed evident that maybe he had the same feeling as you did. “I’d love that.” You answered. Rocky sat back down on the couch. Riker kissed you on the cheek and intertwined your fingers “But I swear, if you guys start making out I’m leaving!” “Just watch the movie!” You mumbled and sat your head on Rikers shoulder again. Cuddled up next to him gave you that giddy feeling again. Things really never do turn out how you expect.

I still very much believe Alex is the kind of person to get anxious if someone still likes her, especially with Maggie, and even after dating for months

They’ll be on a case with their guns out, chasing down some perp and Alex’ll pipe up like “so, you still like me, right?” and Maggie just gives her a “seriously?” look, but she still nods with a smile and shushes her

They’ll be hanging out and reading books or something, Alex’s head in Maggie’s lap. Alex closes her book and looks up at Maggie, “You’re sure you still like me?” Maggie smiles like this has never happened before, brushes Alex’s hair from her face and nods again, “I’m sure, Alex.”

Alex patching Maggie up after fighting some bad guy, “Still like me?” “Yes, I do.”

Maggie bringing Alex beers and food because she knows Alex is having a bad day, Alex smiling “So, this mean you still like me?” “What else could it mean?”

Alex and Maggie laying in bed after a long ass day, just enjoying each other’s company before Alex sits up and looks Maggie right in the eye, “For real though, do you sti-” and Maggie cuts off with a finger to Alex’s lips, cups her cheek all cheesy romance movie-like and answers, “Alex, babe, I love you.”

  • sees person with a pimple: *doesn't say anything bc it would be rude*
  • sees youtuber with a pimple: wait what is that!? is that a hickey???
  • *zooms in*
  • oh it's a zit!!! guys look at that pimple isn't it cute!1!!
  • *makes zit appreciation post*
  • *writes fanfiction about zit*
  • *falls in love with zit*
  • *marries zit*
Brad

Okay, so I usually don’t stress about Brad bc honestly I feel like he’s most of the fandom’s fav. And I’m like okay…they have his back. I love it.

But like with all seriousness y'all, take care of him. I’m not trying to say that he’s some fragile guy that needs hella attention. No. I’m saying that he’s smol and has a kind heart and he’s a lil weird, but so is everyone else. Like Ik he’s not a baby (even though he looks like one) but still. Protect Brad.