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The Fitting (Part 13)

(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.) 

Warnings:  9500+ words.  Oral. Intercourse.  A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.  


You didn’t want him.  At least not tonight.

 That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home.  You had refused him because you wanted to be alone.  Because you weren’t in the mood.  Jungkook closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to process what had just happened.  You had refused him before, when you were worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements to sleep with him later.  Tonight was different.  Tonight you refused him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t want him.

 It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about being seen.  He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things, that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were special.  He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid, boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special effects.  

He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.  And you really did seem to be having a good time.  

 Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for it.  Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant that the relationship was one step closer to being public.  One person close to you now knew your secret.  Jungkook anxiously awaited the day when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.

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Scorpio & Leo
  • Leo, crying while looking at old photos: Scorpio, walks into her room with snacks: Hey Leo- whoa, what's wrong?
  • Leo, not bothering to wipe her tears: Today is the day my old cat Mikey passed away when he went outside and got hit by a car...
  • Scorpio, nods his head as he walks over to her: I'm sorry for your loss, but it would be better to think that he went to a better place, yeah?
  • Leo, glances up at him: Like a kitty strip club where he meets a stripper named Diamonds and helps her get out of the pimp game? Then propose to her and have kittens?
  • Scorpio: Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night
ID #53663

Name: Holly
Age: 19
Country: United Kingdom (England)

I’m in my first year of Law at university and really want to make some new friends. I love watching films (my favourites at the moment are Breakfast Club and Fight Club), the Harry Potter series, deep conversations and indie/alternative/folk music. I’m also really interested in philosophy and literature, and going on little adventures when I get the time.

Bit of a side note, but I’ve suffered with mental health issues for the last 3 years, and although not really that important it would be nice to meet people with similar experiences to talk to - but as I say this is more of a nice idea than something I’m definitely looking for in a penpal!

Preferences: Preferably aged between 19-25

hey valentines day sucks but just remember that spreading the love is so important even if you dont have anyone special…just remember that even though it doesn’t feel like it, you have at least one person out there that loves you and cares about you, even if that person is me. be that one person to someone else too! if you’re feeling lonely and need to cheer up, message me or start a conversation with someone else that you are interested in! 🌝🌿🌿💛🌸

Clubbing aus for your clubbing au needs

- I’ve been touching your butt for the past half hour but I swear the first five minutes were accidental

- you’ve been grinding on all my friends but not on me it’s been four hours I’m drunk my ego is hurt I want an explanation

- you’re obviously interested in me but I am a socially awkward person who doesn’t even dance please stop touching my butt

- I didn’t know it would be a fancy dress night

- I didnt know it wouldn’t be a fancy dress night

- I am interested in you but you are surrounded by hyper protective and slightly scary Drag Queens with very high heels

- we’ve been taking turns at the pole and end up dancing together and it’s quite a bit indecent

- this fun-ruiner has been obviously bothering you all night and you don’t have anyone to give you a way out so I’ll make out with you in the name of Justice

- oh man I love this song so much lemme sing it dramatically at the top of my lungs while standing in the middle of the dance floor

- you keep taking me back to the dance floor but I really need to pee
— I end up dragging you with me to the toilets to explain the situation and you start passionately making out with me
—- I am really enthusiastic about this development but am also about to pee on myself
—— Is2g if you’re not there when I get out of the loo I’m gonna be pissed off
——- I am pissed off

- all my friends are leaving and we all came in the same car but I don’t wanna let go of you

- you???! here??!?!??!? what how

- I thought you came in with a significant other but apparently it’s a platonic significant other

- I came in to get my friend/sibling to come home but I saw you (long time crush/very positive first impression)

- you keep knocking down stuff and people let me be your support

- you’re drunk or high or both and keep saying things

- your fake id looks so fake I can’t believe you paid someone for that

- I’ve known you for years and have never ever seen you moving like that I feel betrayed

- we came here on my suggestion but apparently you’re on a first name basis with every staff member

- I was supposed to chaperone you but I apparently am your kryptonite; I would like to be sorry but I really am not

- getting out to make out properly and ending up engrossed in a very deep conversation until 7am; the club is closing and all our friends are various shades of worried and pissed off

The Comparison Game

Yesterday, I agreed to work late to host a volunteer event for a book club celebrating their ten year anniversary.  I don’t give up my evenings lightly, but they made a cash donation to our organization and did a book drive…so I was swayed.  Plus, they brought wine and food…and it’s a book club!! :)

The conversation was really interesting during the event.  Somehow we got on the subject of achievements/goals/priorities and about the comparisons people make to one another, especially in the age of social media.  This is not something I struggle with too often anymore, but occasionally I’ll feel myself getting caught up in it.  For example, I always have to talk myself down whenever new people come over to our house, especially a lot of the husband’s coworkers because they live in much fancier houses than ours and their houses look spotless and professionally decorated.  They’re beautiful and I find myself admiring them when I’m there.  So, then, when I think of any of those people coming to my house, it makes me anxious! This feeling also applies to when I have to go spend time with beautiful people who are fashionable/get anti-aging treatments, or when I’m in a room full of people far more professional or “important,” or when I see travel photos from people who take multiple amazing trips a year.  I think it’s pretty normal to have a gut-check reaction when you see things like that.  However, as the years go by, I’m so grateful that it comes more and more naturally to catch myself SUPER quickly and do an immediate reality check.  Why do I feel this way?  Is it because I wish that my house/appearance/life was more this way or because social pressure (real or imagined) suggests I should want/be those things? Almost always it’s the latter.  The only time in my memory that it has EVER been the former was when I remember comparing myself on Facebook to former high school classmates who were in college and I wasn’t.  (I made some…interesting…life choices post-high school.)  I wasn’t happy with my choices.  I DID want to go to college.  So, I went.  But, my house?  I love it.  It’s cozy and it feels like home.  I LIKE imperfections and the time to work on them at my own pace.  My appearance?  I find it personally meaningful and important to come to grips with how I look in a natural manner.  I don’t care what choices other people make; I’ve struggled with accepting myself for a long time and I want to do that in my own way.  Educational/life achievements?  I’m really happy with who I am and what I do.  And, the freedom I have because of my job allows me to read, continue to learn, and live a happy and balanced life.  That, to me, is the only achievement I need career wise. Travel? We do get to travel.  We travel less often because we have other financial goals at the moment, but we go somewhere new at least once a year, and that’s really awesome!

I think if we all just know to stop immediately and take stock, check in with ourselves, we’d realize that there’s no reason for insecurity or feeling inferior.  And, if we’re not happy with the conclusions we come to, there’s no need for jealousy or insecurity–just motivation to make a change for ourselves

anonymous asked:

Have you done one where Harry proposes? If you have can you like it please?

The sun is setting low over the Pacific Ocean as you clean the dishes from dinner, Coldplay’s music pulsing in the background.  Harry reaches around from behind you to put the last of the dishes into the soapy water where your hands are covered in suds.  He lowers the dishes into the water, allowing his hands to tangle briefly with yours before sliding his wet hands up your forearms. Pressing a small kiss just behind your ear, Harry whispers, “That dinner was amazing, my love.  You should marry me.”

Pausing with your back to him, you close your eyes, leaning back into him.  If only he were serious.  After dating for nearly 23 months and living together for the last four of those, you know that he is the love of your life.  He’s the one with whom you belong forever and ever.  If only he would ask for real, you would say yes.  

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“You look nice tonight.  Is that a new shirt?” Jimin asked.  “You seem awfully dressed up just to hang out with a buddy.”

“I don’t think so.  I mean, it’s just clothes.”  Jungkook crossed his arms awkwardly across his chest, trying to hard to make himself look at ease while he was growing more uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.  “What club are you going to?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“Octagon.  Assuming, Hoseok ever gets out of the fucking bathroom!” Jin replied with annoyance.

“Quit complaining!  I’m ready.”  Hoseok appeared and walked towards the closet to grab his jacket.  “Let’s go.”

“Oh, now he’s in a hurry.”  Jin stood up from the sofa and walked past Jimin and Jungkook.  On his way towards the door, he turned around as if he just thought of something.  “One last question, Jungkook.  What was your friend’s name?  I can’t remember who you said you were going out with tonight.”

Jungkook’s mind went blank for a second as Jin, Jimin and Hoseok all turned to look at him with anticipation.  He tried to remember if he had told them a name before heading out tonight or if he had left it vague.  “It’s a new friend… you wouldn’t recognize the name.”

“Cut the crap, Jungkook!  Who are you really going out with all the time?”  Jin demanded.

Bobby’s Angel - part 2

Warnings: There is a lot of cute fluff in this piece. It may give you the feels for Clay lol. My teeth feel rotten for the amount of cuteness in this piece. ENJOY!

Part 1   Part 2  Part 3 

After Gemma picked up Jax and Opie to get cleaned up and ready. Bobby decided it would be best to get y/n ready for the party while leaving the croweaters to clean up and decorate the clubhouse. After the bath, Bobby wrapped y/n in a large fluffy white towel and sat her in the middle of his bed. Gemma had bought her a dress for her party but he wanted to make sure she was completely dry before putting it on. “I wish your mom was here to see your birthday, y/n. At least she’s letting me throw you party. Who knows what will happen next year,” he trailed off. Y/n smiled up at him at, “party with Obie an Jass?” Bobby sat next to her and laughed, pulling her into his lap. “Yep angel. You get to party with little Opie and Jax. You three are going to be so much trouble when you’re older!”

Hours later, the party was in full swing. Bobby sat on a bar stool, beer in one hand while the other wrapped around little y/n, sitting on his lap. Y/n was doing her gibberish talk to Jax and Opie, who were resting against Bobby’s legs and nodding at y/n, as if they understood her completely. Bobby chuckled as the two boys became immersed into the toddler’s conversation. The club was spread out across the room, even members from other charters and some nomads were present for today. “Alright, where is she?” The doors to the club opened and in strolled Clay. Y/n looked up and started clapping. “Clay! UP!” She yelled out for him as she wiggled in her father’s arm. “Up! Up!” Bobby laughed and passed her off to Clay, who swung her around before letting her sit on his shoulders. “Is the birthday girl ready for presents?” he asked as y/n wrapped her arms around his head. “Dada, present time?” She looked down hopefully, a toothy grin on her face. “Yea Unca Bobby, can y/n open her presents?” “Pretty please! We got her somthin!” Jax and Opie bounced around and tugged at his pants. Gemma and Mary laughed from the nearby couches at the boys’ excitement. Everyone knew that those two would do anything to make the little girl happy. 

Clay kept hold of y/n and walked her over to the couches. Spinning her around until she shrieked out with laugh, he tossed her in the air before plopping her down between Gemma and JT. Y/n screeched out louder as JT and Gemma began tickling her. “Jass! Obie! Help me!” she squeaked and squirmed. Jax ran over quickly and began his own tickle attack to his father, who jumped in his seat and lifted the boy to his lap. “Gemma! I’ve been hit! Go on without me!” JT dramatically threw himself backwards in his seat and let his tongue hang out his mouth. As Gemma was distracted trying to tickle Jax, Opie helped Y/n off the couch and went to his own parents, giggling as they tried to hide behind Piney’s legs. Everyone laughed at the children running and playing. This is what the club was about - this was family gathered to celebrate another year passing for the youngest little Munson. “Clay! I have presents now?” y/n batted her eyelashes up to her uncle. Bobby and everyone laughed as Clay nodded and held his hand out for her. That girl had Clay wrapped around her tiny fingers. “Alright, we heard the birthday girl. It’s present time!” Y/n excitedly clapped and ran to Clay, taking his hand and following him towards the tables. “Daddy, cmon!”

After all presents had been opened, it was time for cake. Opie and Jax dragged their parents over to the table with the cakes. “we made these for her!” “unca Bobby let us make ‘em!” The excitement in their voices warmed everyone’s heart. Clay scooped up y/n and sat her on the table near the biggest cake. “Clay! Get her off the table! She’s not an animal,” Gemma yelled as Clay and Bobby laughed. “Cmon Gem, it’s her birthday. Let her sit on the damn table, she’s gonna be too big soon to do it.” Gemma rolled her eyes and shook her head. JT couldn’t help but laugh as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. To everyone outside this room, these men would be seen as nothing more than criminal bikers up to no good. But inside the walls of the clubhouse with the small child sitting on the table and waiting for her cake, they were family men, doing what needed to be done to protect their children.

Bobby stood next to y/n, leaning down to place a kiss atop her head. Grabbing his guitar, he started to sing for y/n, who turned and smiled up at him. As the night wore on, people began to leave. Opie and Jax ran off to play with their toys in the corner of the room. The remaining adults gathered on the couches to drink and talk. Y/n wadded her way over to Bobby and climbed next to him, settling between him and Clay as she rubbed her eyes. Clay handed her the sippy cup from the table and she sat back, letting out a tiny content sigh as she drank from her cup. They couldn’t help but laugh. Y/n sat just like her daddy when he drank, leaned back and legs spread wide for comfort. “She is truly a Munson!”

“Yes she is.” Bobby wrapped an arm around his angel. She wiggled and curled against his side. As the conversation continued on, Clay nudged Bobby and cast his eyes down to the child who was fast asleep, her hands still clutching her sippy cup. Gemma giggled and shushed everyone around them, pointing the floor in front of the men. Jax and Opie had since joined the group again, but were passed out on the floor, toy bikes still in hand. “These three are going to be a club of their own one day,” JT said, a smile on his face as he gazed at his slleeping son. “Yea, ‘fraid we’re in for a lot of fun when they grow up,”Piney laughed out as he took another swig of his beer. “Guess we should get the kids to bed. It was a long day for them.”

As Bobby laid y/n on his dorm bed, he couldn’t help but stare. Bobby couldn’t help but smile at his daughter sprawled out. Although him and her mother weren’t together anymore,fought often, and she hated y/n being at the clubhouse with him, Bobby would do anything for this precious child of his. Y/n, his first born. His little girl. His precious little angel.

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  • Haru to Rin: Fuck you.
  • Haru to Rei: Fuck you.
  • Haru to Nagisa: ... Fuck you.
  • Haru to Kisumi: No.
  • Haru to Sousuke: Fuck you.
  • Haru to Makoto: Fuck you. Literally, fuck you, Makoto.
Druken Stupor - Part Two (SMUT).

Anon Request: Erika Matsuda (KBTBB) x MC

‘YOOOOO, how about an Erika fic? Can be a ficlet if you like *wiggles eyebrows*’

Author’s note: This was much harder than I expected to write. And I would just like the thank @hifftn @smile-smile-ichthys and @whatdoyouexpectthistime for the help in writing this. Without them I may not have completed it. Apologies it took so long. Anyway, I hope your enjoy nonnie. 

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