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1. Growing up doesn’t happen all at once. Being persistent in trying is half the battle won.

2. Loneliness can feel a lot like love in the middle of the night. Any text intended to be sent past 2AM can wait until the next day. If your feelings were true, they would still be valid in the morning.

3. Treat people kindly no matter what you’re going through. You will want to be remembered for being that person.

4. You don’t have to change who you are in order to fit in, but it is important to accommodate other’s differences and comfort in your presence. What you think is a small gesture may mean the world to another person.

5. Love on your family, near and far. You never know which hug may be the last.

6. Friends and family may be your support system, but only you can pick up your broken pieces. Accept that you are all that you have.

7. People change. Most times without prior notice, often with no explanation. Wish them well on their way, and move on with your life.

8. Holding onto the things not meant for you will only kill you. Letting them go will set you free.

9. Starting from the bottom does not mean that you’re losing out. It means that your journey forward can only be an uphill one.

10. Thy will be done. Some days you are going to question God’s ways, but you know that His will is ultimately what’s best.

11. It is more important to live your life looking forward than it ever is looking back.

12. You will never forget the people who were kind to you, especially when they didn’t have a reason to be. You will carry a piece of them with you wherever you go.

13. Appreciate everything that you have, even the little things. You don’t get to keep it all forever.

14. When God closes a door, He opens a window. Keep your eyes open to see the silver linings.

15. Not everybody will understand you. But those that do, never forsake them. Never leave them.

16. Sometimes you’ll need to lose yourself in order to be found, then reformed, to be much better than you ever were.

17. Block out the noise that surround you, and focus on yourself. You will move mountains, you will fight. It is you that will bring you places.

18. Peace and contentment comes from living your life from the inside out rather than the outside in. Human recognition may come as one part of the journey, but it should never be the goal.

19. Go out for that 8AM breakfast with your parents. It might be the time you got the most laughs out of the week.

20. Trust your instincts. There’s a reason why it screams louder than the voice in your head.

21. With heartbreaks, come new beginnings.

—  Lessons Learnt In 2016, @rosycheeks-crimsonsmiles
Surprise Date

“Could you do an imagine where you and your crush have known eachother for awhile and you, him, and some of yall’s other friends are talking about dates and you describe yours and the crush takes you on the date a few days later”

So cute!! This might get confusing, but I used f/n for all the female friends and c/f/n for the guys. I had some trouble coming up with the perfect date, so I used something slightly generic to hopefully appeal to as many people as possible…feel free to criticize my poor taste! (Fun fact: I have never been on an actual date myself (gasp!) so I only have my imagination to work with, but hey when you have that who needs a real boyfriend???*cries in corner*)

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It’s a warm Sunday night and you and your friends are hanging out at a friend’s house, lounging in chairs around a fire pit. (C/n) sits on the opposite side and you have a perfect view of him, his face lit up by the orange glow of the fire. Your other friends are between you, talking and laughing. The night is quiet except for someone playing acoustic covers on their phone.

“So, guys. I have something to tell you.” (F/n/1) rubs her hands together, grinning.

“Well, what is it?” says (f/n/2) eagerly. Always eager for gossip, that one. But you’re excited to find out too, and lean closer to hear.

“It has to do with…my crush,” she says giddily. Everyone gasps and starts asking questions excitedly. (F/n/1) laughs at the effect it has on everyone. She gives daily updates and rants about how much she likes her crush. It’s like a show that you’re all hooked on.

“What happened??” you press impatiently.

“Well…” (F/n/1) looks around the circle, drawing out the suspense. “On Friday we were walking home together after school.”

“And?” (f/n/2) urges her on.

“And…he asked me out!!” she gushes.

“No freaking way!” (f/n/2) gasps. You get out of your chair and rush over to (f/n/1), hugging her and jumping up and down together. “Holy shit (f/n/1) that’s amazing!”

(C/f/1) claps slowly, then asks, “So when is the date?”

“He didn’t actually say yet. Sometime next weekend probably.”

(F/n/2) looks shocked. “What?! He didn’t actually plan a date yet?”

“Maybe it’s a surprise,” you suggest, settling back into your chair.

(F/n/2) wrinkles her nose. “Who would want a surprise date? You have to know what’s coming so you can prepare yourself!”

You gape at her. “That’s ridiculous! A surprise would be soo romantic!”

(F/n/2) stubbornly shakes her head. “Nope. My ideal date: he tells you everything a week in advance. You go out to dinner and a movie, and he pays for everything, of course.”

“That’s it?” (f/n/1) cuts in. “My god, you are so boring!”

“And old fashioned,” (c/f/n/2) adds. “We’re not made of money, you know.”

“So, what, you expect the girl to pay?” (f/n/2) exclaims.

(C/f/n/2) shrugs. “I won’t be a dick about it but I’m open to it. If she doesn’t at least offer to split the bill she’s too cheap for me.”

“Listen, it’s simple. Whoever does the asking out is the one who pays,” (c/n) speaks up, and your ears perk up.

“That sounds fair,” you say, nodding slowly.

“Thank you,” says (c/n), grinning at you. “So (y/n), what would your ideal date be?”

Your cheeks heat up a bit at his question. “Umm…”

“Yeah, tell us all about how romantic a surprise date can be,” says (f/n/2) sarcastically, then adds, “No really, tell me, I’m curious now!”

“Okay, wellll.” You sit forward in your chair and lace your fingers together. “Here’s how it goes. It’s evening, like 5, 6 maybe. I’m in my room doing my homework or something unimportant…”

“Boooriiing,” interrupts (f/n/2) with a yawn.

“Shhh,” says (f/n/1). “Let the girl talk!”

You laugh. “I haven’t gotten to the good part yet. So anyway, I hear a sound. He’s throwing rocks at my window. I open the window…”

“…and a rock hits your face,” (f/n/2) suggests.

You shoot her a look. “…and he’s standing there, nicely dressed, not in a suit or anything but, ya know, a nice shirt, pants that are just tight enough to show off his ass…”

(F/n/2) rolls her eyes. Meanwhile, (c/n) listens attentively, half amused.

“…and he tells me to put on a dress and come outside. Of course, I put on something classy with just a hint of slut, cause that’s the only way to go. When I get to the front door he gives me a rose and tells me I look beautiful. We get into his car and I ask him where we’re going and he tells me it’s a surprise. First he takes me to a pizza place, of course.”

“Romantic,” says (f/n/1) teasingly.

(C/n) looks offended. “Hey, hey, hey, pizza is as romantic as it gets!”

“Right, and who doesn’t like pizza?” you add. “So then we go to an ice cream parlor to get ice cream, and walk around just talking about life. Then we get to an empty field and lie down and look at the stars and talk some more. Finally, we make out. A lot.” You grin and sit back. “The end.”

(C/f/n/2) scoffs. “Pathetic! Even I can be more romantic than that.”

“Are you kidding, looking at the stars together is soo dreamy!” you defend yourself.

“And making out, also very dreamy,” says (c/n) with a wink.

You give him an exasperated half smile, but you feel your face warm up a little. “So…yeah. That’s pretty much my dream date,” you conclude.

“Well, now it can never happen cause it wouldn’t be a surprise!” (F/n/1) points out.

You consider that for a second. “Hey, if I’m not expecting it that’s good enough for me!”

“As much as I disagree with the concept I will be sure to tell any potential suitors exactly what to do,” says (f/n/2) with an air of incredible generosity.

“Thanks, wingwoman,” you reply with a grin.

(C/f/n/1) looks around the circle. “You’re all crazy,” he decides.

You and the other girls all flip him off simultaneously.

The next day you’re sleep deprived from the late night with your friends, and the rest of the week only gets worse. After failing two tests and pulling an all nighter for a project, you are relieved when school finally lets out on Friday and you can head home and do nothing.

You drop your backpack on the floor of your room and collapse onto your bed. Within seconds you’re out cold.

A couple hours later, you jolt awake, and then lie there for a few seconds trying to figure out what woke you up. As if on cue, a sharp sound draws your attention to your window. You stumble over groggily and push it open, not without some effort. You squint down, peering into the growing darkness that is your yard, and as your eyes adjust you gasp.

Standing there under your window, rock in one hand, rose in the other, wearing a nice shirt, perfectly fitting pants and a beautiful smile, is (c/n).

“Hey, (y/n),” he calls up quietly, but his voice carries and you hear every word with perfect clarity. And his oh-so-sexy voice, always with the hint of a smirk detectable in it - you nearly collapse all over again.

You hold steady, though, and call back down, “(C/n)?! What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to test a disputed theory,” he says by way of explanation.

Your brain struggles to wrap around this. “Wha…” you sputter in response.

He chuckles. “We’re going to see how romantic your ‘surprise date’ really is.”

A hot blush rises to your cheeks. “Oh,” you say. “Umm…”

“Put on a dress and come outside,” he says with an adorable grin.

You quickly pull your head back inside and close the window, hyperventilating. Oh. My. God. This can’t be real. Come to think of it, you’re not even sure you’re really awake. After all, it’s entirely possible you’re still in the middle of your nap and that this is just a very vivid dream attributable to your constant thoughts about (c/n). But hey, if this is a dream why not go for it and enjoy yourself while you can?

You search through your closet for something slutty but classy, a look you always strive to achieve when you have the chance. And now is as good a chance as ever to dress like a classy slut. You find the perfect choice, a cute sundress that shows just enough skin. Oh, he will love this one, you think with a sly smirk.

You pull it over your head and run downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Slipping into a pair of cute but durable sandals, you yank open the door. (C/n) is standing right there on the front porch.

You make eye contact with him and open your mouth to say something, but then he kneels dramatically and holds out his rose. “(Y/n), will you accept this rose as a token of my undying love?”

You laugh, a little shakily, and punch his shoulder indignantly. “Hey! Don’t mock me!”

He chuckles. “Okay, okay. Take this though, seriously!” He pushes the rose toward you.

You give him an exasperated look, tilting your head and raising your eyebrows. But you take the rose. “Happy?”

“Hey, you’re supposed to be the happy one! Isn’t this your quintessential romantic date right here?”

“Yes, but only when you’re doing it for real!” you argue, because this is obviously a friendly joke to him. Not that you aren’t happy to go along with it. Why refuse the chance to spend one-on-one time with (c/n), and on your dream date too?

He’s still kneeling. “You can stand up now,” you inform him helpfully. “You look like an idiot.”

He complies, getting to his feet, where he towers over you once more. He smiles down at you. “You look beautiful.”

You blush fiercely at hearing him say that, but try to brush it off. He’s kidding, obviously. “And you have a good memory,” you say, because you really are impressed. He’s getting all the details right.

(C/n) frowns. “No, really, I mean it, (y/n),” he insists. “You seriously look beautiful.”

You’re at a loss for words. You try for a smile, and attempt to thank him, but the words get caught in your throat. Instead, you duck your head and make a small noise of acknowledgement.

(C/n) gestures to the car parked in your driveway. “Join me for a ride?”

You nod and follow him to his car. He opens the passenger door for you. What a gentleman! As he backs out of the driveway, he glances at you and says teasingly, “So, aren’t you gonna ask me where we’re going?”

You shake your head incredulously. “Again, I applaud your detail retention,” you say, “but if you’re so bent on following this to the letter then I already know where we’re going.”

(C/n) huffs exasperatedly. “Just cooperate, okay? Now, according to your rules, the line is, ‘Where are we going?’”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. Where are we going?”

He smiles in satisfaction. “It’s a surprise,” he says happily.

“No it’s not, I know we’re getting pizza, you idiot,” you remind him.

(C/n) abruptly stops the car in the middle of the street and turns to face you. “(Y/n), if we’re going to test your theory accurately, you’re going to have to play along!”

“Oh my god, drive, there are cars behind us,” you exclaim. He starts up the car reluctantly, but presses on. “I’m not kidding! We’re gonna do this right!”

You let out a laugh. “Okay, okay, calm down. I will humor you. Your dedication is admirable, really.”

“Good. Get ready for the best date of your life,” he says proudly. “Or at least it will be, if you’re really right about this.”

Your heart flutters despite your efforts to play it cool. Yeah, this isn’t a real date, but he still called it one and that’s enough to quicken your pulse. Nevertheless, you decide to correct him. “Oh no, this is not gonna count as my first date,” you say, trying to act annoyed.

(C/n) looks over at you in surprise. “Your first date? You’ve never been on a date before?”

“Dude, we’ve been friends for years, I think I would have told you if someone miraculously was interested in me for even a second.”

He looks back at the road, grinning. “Yeah okay, I knew, just wanted to make sure you didn’t keep anything from me!” He turns to you again. “And now this will definitely be your best date so far because it’s your only one!” He laughs triumphantly.

You roll your eyes at him, but can’t hide your enjoyment at his enthusiasm. You know he’s just doing this for you as a friend, and he gets so easily excited that this is nothing special. Still, a feeling of bliss is taking over you from simply being with him, at night, in such a context as this. And you can’t help but wonder if he’ll really follow the date all the way through, right down to the very last detail…

The car stops in front of your local pizza place. You start to open the door but (c/n) lunges over and pulls your hand away. “No let me do it!” he whines, and quickly gets out of the car and opens your door for you.

“Wow, pizza, what a surprise!” You step out of the car and walk into the restaurant. (C/n) closes the car door and follows you in. You get in line to order and lean against the counter to look at (c/n).

“So, who’s paying?” you ask teasingly.

He rests an elbow on the counter, bringing him closer to you. “Well according to my rule, which I have stated before, whoever asks out, pays. I feel like it’s on you because you started all of this with your silly date idea.”

You raise your eyebrows in an Oh really? expression. “Did I ask you to actually take me out?”

He leans even closer. “I think it’s fair to say that you did, silently. You were looking at me longingly. That was obviously your way of asking me out.” He grins, proud of his logic.

“Right, of course,” you say sarcastically, although your heartbeat is picking up again. “I think you misinterpreted my glares of annoyance.”

He chuckles. “Don’t even try to deny it. You want me,” he says dramatically.

“Oh baby,” you reply in a breathy soap-opera voice.

(C/n) wiggles his eyebrows and you break character to laugh at how ridiculous he looks. “Okay but seriously, I didn’t bring any money, which is your fault for rushing me,” you say accusingly.

“Well that’s a problem, because I didn’t bring any either,” he replies, shrugging.

“(C/n)!” you exclaim, glancing at the shrinking line of customers in front of you.

He breaks into a grin. “Kidding.” He holds up a twenty dollar bill. “Of course I’ll pay.”

You order two plain slices and a soda to share. When the food comes you sit down across from each other at a small table - (c/n) pulling out your chair for you - and munch hungrily on your pizza.

“So,” (c/n) says between bites, “is your dream date meeting expectations so far?”

“I’d say it’s subpar, but that’s your fault for poor execution. The idea is still romantic.” You can’t help teasing him a little. He’ll have to work for your approval.

“What!” he protests. “I have been such a gentleman!”

Such a gentleman,” you echo mockingly, and he pouts. You relent. “Okay, you’re really trying, I’ll give you that.”

“Thank you,” he says, still in a hurt tone of voice.

“So what about you?” you ask after a moment’s hesitation.


“How does this measure up to other dates you’ve been on?”

(C/n) smiles, stuffs the last bite of pizza in his mouth and stands up. “Ahh, so much to tell you. Maybe this is a discussion we should have over some ice cream?”


You head across the street and buy an ice cream cone each. As you walk aimlessly around town (c/n) recounts tales of his past dating escapades; some awkward, some boring, some downright disastrous, and a few that sound almost enjoyable. “Personally none of those sound as romantic as mine,” you comment some twenty minutes in.

“Well…” he tilts his head pensively. “I guess this one’s not terrible, though I wouldn’t call it my ‘dream date’ either.”

“Hey, it’s not over yet,” you point out.

“Right,” he says with renewed enthusiasm. “Field! And look, the stars are out. Perfect.”

“Yeah, now we just need the actual field,” you remind him.

He smirks. “Way ahead of you. Did you really think I wouldn’t plan this out to completion?”

“You’re right, how could I be so foolish?” you joke.

(C/n) leads you to a somewhat secluded park with a large grassy area, hidden from the general public by a cluster of trees. Together, you walk over to the middle of the field. (C/n) sits down and pats the ground next to him invitingly. You laugh lightly and join him, lying back to look up at the sky. It’s wonderfully cloudless and clear, revealing hundreds of stars in clusters and constellations. (C/n) points upward. “That one looks like a dick,” he remarks.

You elbow him. “Killing the mood,” you complain.

“My bad,” he says, turning on his side to face you and propping his head up on his elbow. He picks at a blade of grass inches from your face. “I admit the stars do add a certain romantic element to it all.”

“See, it takes a masterful combination of different elements to really create the perfect date,” you say with an air of superiority.

“Says the girl who’s never even been on one,” he teases, flicking pieces of grass onto your face. You spit one out of your mouth and whack him clumsily with the back of your hand. He catches your hand with both of his and starts twiddling with your fingers, a strange but not entirely unpleasant sensation.

“Anyway,” he continues, “it’s almost time for my verdict.”


“Yeah.” (C/n) places the palm of his hand on yours, lining up your fingers. “Your hands are tiny.”

You roll your eyes. “Yours are just extra large. Verdict about what?”

“How romantic this whole ‘surprise date’ thing really was, of course,” he replies. “I followed all your instructions, so this is, like, legit.”

“Uh huh.”

“There’s just one part left,” he says quietly, locking eyes with you.

Your heart races in anticipation. “Oh yeah, what’s that?” you ask innocently.

(C/n) smirks. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he answers in an incredibly sexy voice, and you’re suddenly worried that you’ll faint before anything even happens. Noticing your paralyzed expression, he chuckles, then bites his lip seductively as though he’s actively trying to make it worse. “Do I need to show you?”

With the last scrap of courage you can muster, you nod. (C/n) looks down at your mouth and back at you before leaning in and closing the gap. Your lips collide and his hands go to your face, his thumbs grazing your cheeks. Soon enough he’s on top of you, forearms on either side of your head. And, just as you foretold, you make out. A lot.

When you finally break apart God knows how much later, your faces are flushed, hair mussed up and breathing heavy. As you catch your breath (c/n) says, “I officially approve of this date idea. The last part is the best, hands down.”

“Is it?” you say, aware of the furious beating of your heart.

“Well, the rest was fun too.” He moves a strand of hair out of your face. “Can I tell you something?”


“I wasn’t actually trying to prove anything or test your theory or whatever, I just wanted to go on a date with you,” he confesses.

You laugh giddily. “Really?”

“Really,” he says seriously. “I’ve liked you basically forever.”

“No way, me too!” you exclaim, in a casual tone that even surprises yourself.

He examines your expression. “Are you serious?”

“Completely.” You smile reassuringly.

He breaks into a grin. “In that case the only logical solution is for you to agree to be my girlfriend, right now.”

“Oh damn that’s a tough one,” you say jokingly. “I guess maaaaybee-”

(C/n) rolls his eyes and shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours once more.

stefansalfatore  asked:

Prompt: "My favorite song came up on the radio and here I am dancing like the world is going to end today…not noticing I left the curtains open until I hear you laugh from the apartment in front of mine"

The soundtrack to Stefan Salvatore’s life would most likely begin with “Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi. He and his best friend Lexi realized that this song, and only this song, was suitable for theme song purposes. 

When the song comes up on shuffle, Stefan naturally has to stop everything he is doing to sing along. He sets aside his newspaper (yes, he still gets his delivered) and begins bobbing his head up and down and snapping his fingers to the beat. 

Innocent enough, right? It’s only when the chorus is about to begin that he raises his voice from that hushed and breathy singing-to-yourself-voice to what most might consider melodious yelling. 



Three minutes in and he raises his air guitar, passionately strumming along to the guitar solo now in full-swing. Eyes shut and torso turned inwards, almost as if the guitar is weighing too heavily on him, Stefan gives and gives until the last verse of “dead or alive, dead or alive” repeats and the guitar once again takes over, closing out the song.

All could have gone unnoticed if he had remembered to close his window before his rendition. 

The very audible, “Oh my God,” from the building over stops him dead in his tracks. 

He turns, his face probably tomato red, only to see a spunky blonde with eyebrows raised and a hand just barely covering her mouth. 

Stefan just smiles and looks to the floor, partly because he’s embarrassed and partly because she’s gorgeous and he can’t believe she just witnessed that, of all things. 

He walks closer to the open window. 

“How much of that did you see?” he asks, knowing her answer won’t be good. 

“Most, if not all,” she replies. 

He runs a hand through his hair because he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands, and then apologizes. 

“Oh, don’t be sorry,” she says lightheartedly. “Can I expect this kind of quality entertainment from you everyday, cowboy?”

“Of course, ma’am.” He chuckles a little before tipping his imaginary hat to her. 

“Good,” she smiles out, and shuts her window as if nothing ever happened. 

RP Starters - Taken From Random Scenarios I’ve Been In
  • “You know, some of the best conversations I’ve had have been when at least one of us was naked.”
  • “Let’s kill people!”
  • “HE’S MA SON!”
  • “I’m sorry I hit you in the gender-neutral boobs!”
  • “You have to be classy when you eat ass.”
  • “I’m in diabetes heaven!”
  • “I’m bored I’m going to kill the Occult Club.”
  • “I was going to say ‘don’t fuck Senpai’ but I suppose that’s what we want to do.”
  • “I gave him a backstory, he’s my son now, you can’t go back after that.”
  • “EXPOSED!”
  • “It fell out of existence. Just like my will to live.”
  • “Sexy swipers.”
  • “I’ve got to say this, your brother looks like a bad cosplay of Germany.”
  • “Every six year old has had a kink some point in their lives.”
  • “I think it was when we were talking about kinks!”
  • “He is a loose moose.”
  • “My brother tried to hide the cherryade so I couldn’t drink it but I found out and now I’m gonna drink it all because fuck him.”
  • “If you don’t like chocolate, you’re a stuck up prick. If you like dark chocolate, you’re a plain bitch. If you like white chocolate, you’re a fakeass motherfucker. If you like milk chocolate… you have nothing interesting, your life is a waste.”
  • “Red. The colour of HELL.”
  • “I flaunt my gayness all the time.”
  • “Let’s feast on some ass.”
  • “Our house is not big enough for all these fucks!”
  • “Oh for fuck sakes who invited Lighting McQueen?”
  • “Yeah, about that diet…”
  • “Whenever a door closes, God opens a window… Cause [Name] fucking farted again, God damn it.”
  • “This is the first time I’ve ever been horny because of a vicar.”
  • “Cocaine just spilled out of my Refresher. Oh wait, it’s the sherbet.”
  • “I saw them and their little nerd hands slapping each other.”
  • “Well, time to kill innocent schoolgirls.”
  • “NERD FIGHT!!”
  • “I’ve discovered your true identity, [Name]. There’s no hiding your Simpson blood.”
  • “’[Name] is my son,’ I say as I murder him.”
  • “I have too much darkness in me already, I can’t risk eating dark chocolate.”
  • “Orphan-ception.”
  • “Mr Peabody and Sherman is secretly about a boy’s discovery of being a furry.”
  • “Mr Peabody and Sherman, where everyone is a fucking furry.”
  • “I am not a furry.”
  • “Tame this mane, you actual furry.”
  • “I’m so hecking gay.”
  • “I thought you were the dog. I mean, you’re both bitches.”
  • “I don’t want birches.”
  • “Just because it doesn’t exist doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
  • “2016 can officially suck my nuts.”
  • “Why is the cheese wrapped like a sausage? For kinky reasons.”
  • “When was the last time I held a knife to your genitals?”
  • “You missed me doing a super sick flip.”
  • “Unlike SOME PEOPLE, most people don’t like to be submerged in darkness.”


     One must wonder if the god is even recognizable at this size. A crocodile’s length instead of a river’s, the great dragon sits on top of a building it knows as familiar, claws clicking quietly against the roof. Osiris finds its current form prickly, for the lack of a better word, like its lightning pulls free from its body, dances across its scales with every move it makes.

     It is still better than drawing the attention of irrelevant souls, however.

     Certain that this is the correct place, Osiris pulls its diminished length over the edge of the roof and — with a beat of its wings — glides to the closed window. Red spikes clatter at the glass as the god balances itself on the windowsill, pressing its face against the window to peer into the room. This is where the once-vessel ( now-king ) dwells, is it not…?

Immortal pleasure (part 6)

Originally posted by jiminuh

Taehyung - Apollo

Part 1: Namjoon - Zeus
Part 2: Seokjin - Poseidon
Part 3: Yoongi - Hypnos
Part 4: Jimin - Eros
Part 5: Hoseok - Dionysus
Part 7: Jungkook - Ares

Warnings: Just some good old vanilla sex.

For a human, being able to foresee what future lies ahead is such a luxurious concept. Still, there’s a reason why we aren’t blessed with this ability: we tend to change the order that had been arranged, control and manipulate the unpredictable life. Yet I find myself, and many other people, lining up in front of the temple, waiting to meet the Oracle of Delphi. We all want to know how our lives will turn out so desperately that we are willing to bet our trust on her. Do I usually go to places like this? Rarely. But it’s not like I will have another to return to Greece. I don’t want to go home feeling empty and regretful that I refuse to take my chance. Besides, I’m curious about how Apollo would predict my future. 

After a long wait, it’s finally my turn to meet the Oracle. The temple doesn’t fail to amaze me. Every little detail was sculpted on the main columns that hold the temple together is exquisite. It’s hard to think of all of these were hand-crafted. The sun shines brightly throughout the temple, as if the god of sun himself is actually here guarding his sanctuary. A woman with a veil covered half of her face, one hand holding her scrying bowl and the other holding a laurel branch. She sits on a tripod facing the ground. The smoke of fume scatters around her. I walk in, placing my offerings on the table in front of her. Her eyes glance at them, then return to the ground.

“What would you like to know about?” Her voice sounds like echos in a large empty room.

“Please tell me will I be able to get a job when I return?” I still have so many questions but they are too many to ask.

She looks through the water in her bowl. “You’re not going to return.”

My eyes widen. For a moment there, I really believe she’s wrong or the sun god’s wrong. My mind instantly thinks of my own funeral being held miles away from my family. It is something I find hard to digest. 

“What do you mean by that?” My lips tremble.    

“You’re destined to stay here.” Her voice travels through the smoke. “This is not something you can choose to refuse.”

My time finishes just as she ends her sentence. I walk out of the temple with dissatisfaction. But why am I so caught up in a prophecy? I wish she would tell me more about how I would be chained up in this place with a limited amount of money. How will I survive? All of these questions make me want to go home more, yet my flight is still a day away.




The voice of the Oracle automatically replays itself. It has been gripping my heart ever since I left the temple, showing me all of these unfortunate possibilities. I’m scared of going outside and face dangers, so for the rest of that day, I decide to snuggle in the bed of my accommodation, waiting for tomorrow to come so I can return.  

I open the window to welcome the freshness of the outside world. Rays of sunshine immediately flow into my room, dying the floor with golden honey. Beneath me is the view of the busy Greece: merchants dealing ebulliently and children running through people to chase one another. Mount Olympus glows gloriously as always. Everything of today seems normal, challenging my brain to think of a reason that something would go wrong and keep me captive in Greece. I look up to the sun with my eyes closed. The delicate harmony of the lyre vibrates my eardrums and the warm light caresses my cheeks. 

“Don’t leave.” A whisper awakens my day dream. I turn around, finding in front of me is a man with a halo of laurel placed on his golden curly hair. In his hand is a lyre and on his back is a bow and a few arrows. I have never met him before, but I’m certain he is not an ordinary person, maybe not even a mortal. 

“Who are you?” I step back, ready to defense myself.

He reaches out but stops as soon as he notices how close I am to the window. “I’m Taehyung, the god of sun and music.” 

I cover my dropping jaw. My eyes must be deceiving me because a god is standing in front of me. He’s far from beautiful. It seems like the whole solar system rotates around his eyes. I keep looking at them until I give up on deciphering the mystery underneath. He has the most appealing hands: large and long. I can imagine him creating alluring melodies with that golden lyre. Perhaps I’ve been shot by Cupid, that’s why I find him so attractive. 

“Stay.” Taehyung approaches me and grabs window frame behind me with my body between. Trapping between his arms, half of my back leans on the air outside. “I can’t tell a lie even if I want to. So stay.”

I look up to him, feeling the pressure being pressed on my chest. I can feel his breath, but I bet he can barely feel mine. “Why?” I ask him as if I’m in the place to question back a god.

“Why not?” He comes closer, placing his lips on mine. He starts taking away my breath. His hands rub on my spine and pulls me in closer to his body and further away from the window. His chest spreads warmth throughout my body, slowly heating me up as his tongue finds its way into my mouth. I’m paralyzed under his spell. Still I wonder his reason for begging me to stay, but I’m scared that it’s something beyond the understanding of a mortal. I stop asking myself as he fills my heart with love. 

Taehyung leads me to the bed and places me down. Once again I’m trapped between his arms. His fingers fondle the skin of my thigh down to the calf of my bent legs. He takes my hand and places a kiss on it. His eyes hold tightly on mine, at the same time squeeze my heart so hard that it can explode anytime. He slowly uncovers my ivory dress, revealing the most private parts of my body. The wind from outside tickles my nipples. They harden right in front of his eyes. His thumb draws circles around them. Until they’re completely aroused, he takes one nipple in his mouth and starts sucking it. My toes curl as he licks it with the tip of his tongue. It’s becoming too unbearable and a slight moan escape from my mouth.

“Never have I seen such beauty.” He pauses, caressing my nipple with his index finger. After that, his thumb presses on my lips. “Don’t be too lewd or I won’t be able to hold myself.”

Taehyung crawls down and stops where his mouth is directly opposite my core. His head sinks in. The tip of his tongue begins to swipe up and down, lubricating my core every time it passes my clit. He sucks on my little pearl. A sudden sensation builds up in my pelvis. My mouth opens widely and moans come out rapidly. They seem to be struggling to release the pressure inside me. I hold my breath unconsciously, pouring all of my focus on the electric shock that he’s bringing. He tastes my entrance. By this time, my core is already soaked when I feel his two fingers dive into my entrance. I jerk upwards as they curl up, hitting a home run to my G-spot. My abdomen tries to hold in my stimulation from squirting out on his face, yet easier said than done. Feeling myself exceeding my boundary of endurance, I cum. My juice drips from his mouth down to his chin, the view embarrasses me but at the same time gives me a sexual arousal. 

Taehyung wipes the juice from his face and tastes it. “How can you be so delicious?” He grabs on my ass. Aiming for my core, he inserts his hard cock in. I stretch out accordingly, feeling the tension as I fit his length perfectly. He holds on to me, lips kissing mine like there’s no tomorrow and starts grinding. I fail to control the situation: the crazy kisses and the sensual grinding. In the beginning, he has always been dominating me, making me fall into his rabbit hole by the lingering of his touch. His body heats up, burning my hands as if I’m touching the sun. My legs lock his hip into my core when he takes me up to the highest place of my pleasure. He shoots himself inside me, turning my body into a human torch. 

I release Taehyung when I stimulate the second time. He rolls away from my body and lies next to me. My core throbs and water keeps dripping out uncontrollably. I look over my shoulder, finding Taehyung falling deep into his sleep. He seems more like an angel than a mighty god from Olympus, someone who gives predictions of people’s future. Suddenly my plan changes, none of my decisions lies in my country. They all seem to make sense as long as they’re in Greece. My hand places on my belly, trying to figure out the strange pain inside.

Finally, I have stopped procrastinating on IP. Just a break from all these dom kinky smuts.

anonymous asked:

Headcannon prompt: percabeth has to sleep in a bed under a window and argue weather to keep it open or closed

P: *opens window* 

A: If we get sick because you left the window open I swear to Gods 

P: *closes window while muttering about how just cause she’s pretty and smart doesn’t mean she’s always right* 

Close Your Window

Request/Prompt: Can you do “Oh, God. That’s your “I did something bad” face.“ with Peter Maximoff?

Note: Sure!! Idk what their relationship is, call it what you want.

Originally posted by quicksilver-gifs

The elongated window clicked open as you slid the small blade across the latch - Peter never shut his window properly. You pushed it open as much as you needed to, giving yourself enough room to slide through the gap and land on his table that was always by the wall. Recently, the pair of you had become quite distant - you felt like you needed to reestablish your relationship with burglary.

As planned, the table was pushed up against the wall - lessening the height you’d have to fall. With cat-like abilities, you dropped down onto the table then falling into a roll, ending up next to his sofa. Many a times, you had spent nights down in his basement, enjoying his company and love.

You tip-toed over to Peter’s messy bed, careful to avoid tripping over his clothes that were strewn across the floor. He lay in his bed, blanket thrown across his pale body with his arms and legs sticking out from underneath, one leg on the bed and another slightly off it. His silver hair was spread across his pillow and he slept with his mouth open - snoring lightly. You reached out, grabbing his goggles off his bedside table, eyes glued to him - making sure your invasive actions wouldn’t wake him. You picked the goggles up and Peter remained fast asleep - you, mentally, sighed a breath of relief. 

On silent feet, you slinked back over to the window, stepping up onto his table, again.

You pushed it fully open before jumping up and pulling yourself through the gap. You rolled away from his house, rising to your feet then bolting down the road in the middle of the night, now free to stomp as harshly as you pleased - the streetlights illuminating your path. 

You pulled the silver goggles over your (H/C) hair, dragging them over your eyes and running back to your house.


“(Y/N)! ! !” You heard, jumping out of your sleep, along with a harsh knock on your door. The voice was muffled, as it was through the front door, so you couldn’t really tell who it was but you had a vague idea. Cautiously, you stuck your head out of your bedroom window, looking down to the front and seeing a silver head, looking around and trying to look through your windows. Peter. Quickly, you removed the goggles off your head because you had, accidentally, fell asleep with them still on - he was knocking, viciously, on the door again, still shouting.

“I’m coming!” You screamed back, pulling random pieces of clothing on: a silver top and a random pair of trousers, lastly, shoving the goggles into your back pocket. Abandoning the idea of doing your hair, as it was only Peter, you sped down the stairs - skipping a few steps to get to the door faster. “What?!” You declared, swinging the door open, an angry looked etched onto your startled, tired face.

“You know exactly what,” he said, pointing a finger at you, essentially making you take a step back. He stepped forward, you - back. You merely shrugged your shoulders - pretending not to know what he was talking about. He backed you up against a wall, quickly, causing a crack when your back hit the wall. You tried and failed to cover it up with a cough. “What was that?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, scratching the back of your neck, hoping but also knowing he wouldn’t fall for it. He squinted his eyes at you, making you smile awkwardly. He stepped closer to you, his chest only an inch from your face - you had to look up to his glowering face. Without thinking, you backed into a different wall, emitting another crack from your pocket - your face changing, drastically, making his face change too, though you already believed that his angry face was just to intimidate you.

Oh, God. That’s your “I did something bad” face,” he exclaimed, “what did you do?” Carefully you pulled the cracked goggles out of your back pocket and dropped them into his hands. He looked down at them, jaw hanging open, then back up to you. 

“Oops,” you squeaked.

“u-h-what?!” He stuttered, looking at you in disbelief. “How did you get these?”

“Close your window,” you pointed out, poking his chest then nudging past him.

bespectacled cutie

Jimin hated that he had bad eyesight. He hated wearing glasses. It made his eyes look big, and the frames were circular which made it even worse. He knew his friends would tease him about it. Especially a certain boy who was younger than him, although, they weren’t really friends. Just acquaintances.

He looked at himself in the mirror as he pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose. Sighing heavily, he walks out of the bathroom, only to be crashing into Jungkook. Also known as the one who makes fun of his glasses.

“Ah, Jimin! I didn’t see you there.” Jungkook says, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Course you didn’t…” Jimin mumbles to himself and continues to walk down the hallways.

“I like your glasses!” Jungkook yells out.

“Shut up, Jeon Jungkook!” Jimin hisses. He can hear the sounds of Jungkook’s laughter run down the hallways.

The next time Jungkook teases Jimin about his glasses is in class.

“Yo four eyes, don’t you wanna sit in the front?” Jungkook asks, taking a seat on a desk. Jimin rolls his eyes and grabs his stuff, moving to a desk away from Jungkook and close to the window. Jungkook grins because he knows he’s irritating Jimin.

“God, just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean I’m blind! I mean clearly, I’m not! That’s what these goddamn things are for. So, so annoying, that kid.” Jimin grumbles. Hoseok laughs, crinkling his eyes, and it’s very loud. It embarrasses Jimin.

“Be quiet! Your laugh is so obnoxious.” That only makes Hoseok laugh harder.

“Isn’t he a year younger than you?” Hoseok asks, stuffing a French fry into his mouth.

“Yeah but, he’s like, super smart. So he got put into an upper grade class for math.”

“Oh, I see now. Speaking of that kid, he’s walking up to you.” Hoseok says. Jimin clenches his teeth, he takes off his glasses so he won’t have to hear Jungkook tease him. Then he turns around to face Jungkook.

“Jimin. Hmm, no glasses today? That’s upsetting.” Jungkook says, and he seems genuinely upset until he looks on the lunch table. There are Jimin’s glasses placed neatly next to his tray of food.

“I don’t wear them…all the time.” Jimin lies. He grabs his drink and sips on it. He just didn’t want to hear Jungkook tease him today.

“Well you should. Because you look cute with those glasses on. Well…uh, more cute.” Jungkook confesses sheepishly. Hoseok wants to burst out laughing cause this kid is so awkward and is hopelessly (hah get it, Jungkook needs some hope.) crushing on Jimin. The bespectacled boy almost spits out his drink at the statement.

“What?” He asks, blinking confusedly.

“I said that you’re…um, you’re cute. Really cute.” Jungkook stammers, blush creeping up his neck.

“Oh.” Jimin replies.


Later in the week, Jimin finds out about the crush Jungkook has on him. He laughs. And this time, it’s Jimin doing the teasing.