do whatever you want seriously

anonymous asked:

You're disgusting for shipping ereri. You do know that he is a minor right? Stop romantacizing pedophelia and abuse!

Hello to you too anon. Do your research about what pedophilia and abuse is before you send me another ask. I’ll help you; pedophilia is an attraction to children before they have hit puberty. Mind you that Eren is currently 19 in the manga. Abuse is to hurt or maltreatment of someone. I bet you meant the court scene, mind you that it was actually Erwin’s plan to make Eren lash out in court and make Levi beat him up. Levi didn’t enjoy any of that, there is actually a whole post about the ‘abuse claim’ right here 

I’m not telling you to ship ereri/riren but please do not call me or any other shippers disgusting. Hate the ship all you want but use actual facts, or say things like: “oh I don’t ship it because there is a huge age difference and he is a superior” Seriously I couldn’t care any less about what you do and don’t ship, but stop sending hate to everyone.


cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)

like real people do | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same. 

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

based off hozier’s song ‘like real people do’

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Father’s Day - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 1091

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Unedited and Unbeta’d

Feedback and Constructive Criticism always appreciated

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist

“You ready?” You glanced down at JoJo who was still dressed in green pajamas, shifting from foot to foot. You’d taken the time this morning to pull her hair back in a French braid to keep it out of her face, but it had already started to fall out, framing her face.

“Let’s do it!”

“Alright, let’s go!” You picked up the tray of food and nodded your head, letting her lead the way. She bounded down the hall and to your bedroom, stopping at the door. She opened it carefully, peeking inside. “Is he still asleep?”

“Uh huh.” JoJo giggled. “He’s hugging your pillow, Mommy.” You opened the door further, glancing inside and shaking your head. Dean did indeed have his arms wrapped tightly around your pillow. You’d only been out of bed a little over an hour and he was already acting like you’d been gone for an eternity.

“Go ahead.” You whispered. “We’re not gonna let him sleep all day.” JoJo skipped inside, crawling up on the bed while you waited in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. She crawled on top of Dean, who in his sleep, released the pillow and turned to grip her waist. He was used to her crawling on top of him in the middle of the night or early morning, very rarely did it ever wake him.

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anonymous asked:

Idk if you've been asked this before, but what are your thoughts of Bensavi?


Choose wisely, Pacifica

(haha i just wanted to draw my version of older! dip and mabes. Feel free to tag as either dipcifica or mabifica

or both because both is good

both is awesome)

Imagine if you will, Gav’s our favorite hacking frontman-ing gremlin, strapped to a chair at the mercy of a rival crew going, 100% seriously. “YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME, SELL MY ORGANS ON THE BLACK MARKET, LIGHT THE PENTHOUSE ON FIRE, TRASH MY ROOM, BEAT UP MY FRIENDS, I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING JUST DON’T HURT MY LAPTOP. DON’T HURT HER, SHE’S NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG, SHE’S SO GOOD AND SHE PROCESSES STUFF SO FAST AND SHE HACKS INTO STUFF REALLY WELL AND I LOVE HER, KILL ME INSTEAD JUST BE GOOD TO HER, SHE DESERVES SO MUCH.” and Geoff is trying to rub his throbbing temples with bound hands because this is shaping up to be the third time this month Gavin’s blown trade secrets for his fucking computer. Doesn’t matter if he weaseled his way out of captivity and killed them rival motherfuckers before any of that sensitive information got out, its still annoying.

Lacrosse Practice

A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx

You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.

“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.

You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.

“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.

You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.

“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.

“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.

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Every Me And Every You - Twenty Three

Shutting his bedroom door you leant against the wall, your breathing ragged and your ass on fire.

You felt damp between your thighs. You slipped your hand up your skirt feeling yourself.


So fucking much of it.

How was it possible that being bent over and spanked turned you on this much? You just couldn’t understand how the whole scenario that had just played out for the last…. You checked the time, 2 hours…. What the hell? How was it possible that it had got you so worked up?

You wondered how much time you had before he came in to see you, your hand starting to rub over your centre feeling it slick and warm with your arousal.

Hearing the dragging of furniture through the door you decided you had a few minutes and allowed your hand to drift over your clit, a moan escaping your lips.

You rucked your skirt up higher, the burning skin of your buttocks pressed against his bedroom wall as you started to rub. This wouldn’t take long at all.

Eyes closed and your head against the wall, you popped the buttons on your shirt, using your spare hand to cup and massage your breast, your nipples already hard.

“Fuuuck… ” you whispered quietly as you pleasured yourself.

The bedroom door suddenly swung open and there stood Spencer. He’d discarded his suit jacket and loosened his tie, undoing his top button in the process.

You didn’t still your motions, not caring. You just looked over at him, seeing his eyes rake over you and his tongue swipe out across his plump lower lip.

Spencer moved the few feet towards you and placed his hands either side of your body so that you were trapped by him, against the wall.

“Did I tell you that you could do that to yourself?” he asked quietly.

“No… Oh fuck…” you gasped.

“So why are you doing it?”

“I need to…. ”

“I could make you stop, you know.” Spencer placed his hand on your wrist, his fingers encircling it but not applying any pressure.

“Please don’t make me stop. I’m nearly there.”

“Tell me why I shouldn’t stop you.”

He slid his hand so that it was over yours, his fingers rubbing over the tops of yours.

“Because…. Can’t you feel how turned on you’ve made me? Shit… Ugh.”

Please please please don’t make me stop, you begged silently.

“I can. I can feel it on your fingers already. I could see it glistening between your legs when you were bent over my desk. Did you like that little scene Snow?” He pushed with his hand, making you apply more pressure to your clit as you worked it.

“Yes…. ” you breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut as you started to tremble.

“Open your eyes. I want you to look at me,” he told you. You forced your eyes open again, resting them on his.

“You liked feeling the wooden paddle against your firm cheeks? You enjoyed being punished for your mistakes….?” He lowered his head pressing his forehead to yours and looking down between your bodies.

“Yes….oh fuck yes…..”

“You should have seen how red your buttocks were Snow. I bet they still are. Did it hurt?”

“Yes….. ”

His hand was still pressed to yours, now moving your fingers against yourself.

“Oh god….Oh god…ah…. Fuck…. Ugh… Spencer…. ”

You came, pressed against his wall, his hand over yours and his forehead pressed to you, his eyes filled with desire as he watched your hands moving together.

When your gasps subsided he released his hand and you fell forward leaning against his chest and panting.

“I will watch you do that properly one day Y/N. Your legs spread wide so I can see you touching yourself. And you will follow any instructions I give you when you do it.”

“Whatever you want…..” Seriously, whatever he wanted.

He chuckled softly and reached up to your hair, pulling out the clip that had been digging into your scalp slightly, your hair tumbling loose.

“Seriously though, scene completely over now. How are you feeling?” He ran his fingers through your hair softly, combing it out.

“I’m good. A little stingy but good. The paddle actually hurts less than your hand.”

“Most people find that. Bear in mind,l if I’m using my hand I also feel some of the sting. So to go for longer periods of time, I tend to alternate. But you definitely took more than the ten hits you pulled out of the bag last night. You want to lie down and I’ll put some aloe on for you?”

“Please.” You moved towards his bed and shimmied out of the skirt entirely, kicking your heels off and pulling the stockings down. Gingerly you lay on your front and felt the cooling sensation of the aloe gel on your butt, Spencer carefully rubbing it in. It didn’t take away the heat entirely but it helped.

“If you put something loose on, like pajama pants or something and then come through to the kitchen then I can make us a snack. We have a few hours to kill until we need to go out. You DID bring something nice to wear didn’t you?”

You had and you nodded. “Where are we going exactly?”

“Well, when I overheard your little chat with Emily it gave me an idea. I’ve got us two tickets for a performance of Chicago that’s playing in the city.”

You were surprised, not really taking Spencer to be a fan of musicals. You figured opera was more his thing.

“Chicago, really? I love that show.”

“I know. I remember you saying how you saw it six times on Broadway. There’s no big names in this one, it’s just a touring theatre company that are playing DC for the next two weeks, but I thought you might like it, and I’ve never seen it.”

“It sounds great Spencer. Thank you.”

“No problem. Now get changed and I’ll make us some sandwiches. I can just about manage those.”

Flags (Part Two)(#PrideFic)

Happy Pride Month!
Welcome back to our Spideypool #Pride Fic

Enjoy :)

Part One

Part Three

It was already the next weekend before Peter sat down on his bed and pulled out the card from “Pansexual Man.”

He turned it over and over in his hands, tracing the rainbow lettering, the raised numbers, tapping it against his lips as he closed his eyes and relived that fucking kiss that had been keeping him up at night and had him daydreaming through classes.

The mysterious stranger with incredible blue eyes and a mouth that had been chapped but perfect and a hard thick body that had been on display for everyone to look at and ogle and touch

And Peter had barely got to touch.
Damn he should have touched!

Peter dropped back into his pillows, running a hand down his chest to his belt, hesitating. It seemed… wrong to do this while thinking about a stranger at a Pride event. He didn’t even know the mans name. All he had was a card.

And that fucking kiss.

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[x] - requested by anonymous (edited slightly!)

Tony: You are definitely grounded, y/n. Getting arrested, really? At least try not to get caught next time.

Y/N: Oh come on, dad! Please don’t ground me!

Tony: You need to be put in check.

Y/N: I need to be put in check? What about you? You just go around doing whatever you want!

Tony: …alright, we need be put to check. But seriously, don’t get caught next time. I don’t want to get another phone call from the police station


What I don’t understand is why these Antifa/Communist/SJW assholes don’t just go and make their own country.

Like seriously, go away and do whatever the hell you want. We have no problem with that but I don’t see why you feel the compulsive need to drag everyone else with you.

It ain’t that hard to just buy an island and start your own utopia, if you’re so sure you could run it better.

Jim Jones did it and look how well that went!
…….oh wait.

anonymous asked:

omg dee these drabbles are perfect... could you please do yoongi's pov from self control where he had the oc just sit on him and she was playing with Bis balls and stuff?

Thank you for requesting this! :) Self-Control.

“A five-minute break?” You suggested with your hand on his thigh, and Yoongi almost said yes. Almost.

“After we’re done with the files,” he curtly replied.


“You do whatever you want, but I have to finish this,” Yoongi tapped his finger against the red file repeatedly when he just wanted to fling it across the room and have you right there on his desk. “And we’ll have fun after that.”

“Whatever I want?”

“I’m serious, we’re at work, and I want to finish this before tonight,” Yoongi tried to sound as disinterested as possible because he knew you wouldn’t give up if you heard even a tinge of hesitation in his voice.

“You said whatever I want.”

Your voice was playful again and Yoongi would usually love that, but right now he was fucked because of the monthly report and he had to get that done first. Then he’d take his time with you.

“I’ll get whatever want tonight. And you might not like what I want,” he said cockily as the image of you tied up on his bed, writhing under him, begging him to touch you in a shaky voice popped up in his mind.

He didn’t know why you didn’t take his threat seriously. Instead of backing off, you reached for Yoongi’s erection and as he felt your hand wrap around his length, he felt defeated. He was almost fully erect and he knew you’d be glowing about it. His body always betrayed him around you, but he was not going to let that happen – not this time.

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INTRODUCING: The URL Writing Challenge!

What is a URL Writing Challenge?

A writing challenge is usually based on prompts listed or given by the challenge’s host. This particular challenge is based on your URL. 

Why a URL Writing Challenge? 

I’ve participated in a lot of challenges but never seen a URL challenge. Thought it would be cool writing something inspired off your own URL. 

Our URL’s is something that represent us. 

Why don’t get creative with something like that?


Are you ready for it? Okay. Here it goes… *drum rolls*

BUNNIES. Not actual bunnies but Easter. The theme will be Easter!

Your URL is the main focus of the fic but I like holiday’s and why not adding Easter to the mix? 

  • You can add everything that goes with Easter like: 
    • Easter Egg’s Hunt.
    • Painting Easter Egg’s.
    • Bunnies.
    • Pastel Colors. 
    • Bunny Ears. 
    • Everything that goes with Easter Theme.
  • You can also use Spring as a theme. 
    • Anything that goes with Spring.


  • The sign ups starts now and end’s next Wednesday, March 15th.
  • The Challenge is due on Easter, which is April 16th. 
    • That’s more than a month to write.
    • Life happens and you can’t get the fic by that day? Is cool
      • Just post it and message me the link when you can. 


  • It’s not a must but would be cool if you follow me.
  • I’m not picky so literally everyone can join. 
  • You want to be part of the challenge? Send me an ask.
    • Won’t be accepting ‘comments, reblogs or tags’ as “sign ups”. 
  • I’m very pro ‘do your own thing’ so, it can be any genre you want it. 
    • You wanna make it so angsty my heart get’s crushed? Do it. 
    • You wanna make it so fluffly, I end up vomiting rainbows? Do it
    • You wanna make it so smutty, it get’s half Tumblr turned on? Do it.
    • It’s your craft, write whatever your heart desires.  
  • Word count? Again, I’m not picky. 
    • Drabble? Cool.
    • 1k Words? Cool.
    • Over 3k Words? Cool.
    • Like 5k Words? You’re the shit and totally cool.
  • Same goes with pairings. Like seriously, do whatever you want. lol
  • Please don’t forget to tag me : @sleepywinchester.
  • Also tag post with ‘#elsie url challenge’


If by any means, you don’t feel inspired by your URL or want something more to boost it up? Let me know and I will give you a prompt. Challenge is still based on your URL but with a prompt to back it up, I think it would help. 


  • Master-post with everyone’s work. 
    • It will be linked on my blog till the end of May. 
  • One group promo for everyone who participated.
  • I’m going to pick five favorite fics and making Fic’s Aesthetics.
    • This would be based on the fic written for this challenge.
  • My friendship 

I really hope some of you can join! This is something unique and think it would be very fun to do. Challenge have always been a great part to meet new writers or become more friends with already writers you know. I love challenge and bouncing up ideas with friends. xx


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anonymous asked:

what do you say about the "i was gonna propose to you but you got also a ring for me and now we´re the biggest dorks" (spones/spirk/mckirk/mcspirk you get to decide the best fitting ship )

  • “I was thinking,” Jim starts, and he hears a tired grunt coming from Bones. “Jim,” that soft raspy voice rings quietly, “it’s 3 in the morning.” “You’re awake,” Jim says, shifting in closer, and smiling when the other turns around and slides an arm around Jim’s waist. “How do you feel about marriage?” Jim asks. He worries Bones has fallen asleep again, because he takes way too long to answer. “Tried it once,” Bones replies eventually, “I’m not a fan.” “But with someone you love.” “I loved Jocelyn,” Bones says, “with all my heart.” Jim doesn’t know why hearing that sucks. He’s not jealous; Jocelyn has been out of Bones’ life for a long time, and the few moments they see each other each year it’s because of Joanna. "I tend to ruin marriages,“ Bones says, “I just don’t think I’m meant to be like that.”
  • That said, when Leonard gets a hold on Jim’s PADD, he slowly starts changing his mind. It’s not like he’s actively looking for Jim’s browsing history; after all, he does trust Jim. But Jim asked him to look up a restaurant in York town he’d earlier searched for, and that’s where Bones finds multiple searches for wedding venues. It throws Bones off guard for the rest of the afternoon, thinking it over. If Jim’s this serious about him, and Leonard can’t even imagine himself being with anyone else anymore, why wouldn’t they?
  • “You wanna go out tonight?” Jim asks. They’ve arrived in York Town just a few hours prior, and the two of them have only now managed to make it to their shared apartment. “Can’t,” Bones says, “I gotta meet up with Chapel and M'Benga.” “Really? You can’t see them tomorrow instead? I want to go out to dinner with you,” Jim says. “How ‘bout tomorrow?” Bones suggests, and Jim smiles faintly. “Yeah,” he says, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Bones’ lips, “okay.”
  • But the next night Jim calls Bones to cancel their reservations because Jim’s stuck at the Starfleet Headquarters. Bones is asleep on the couch when Jim returns home, PADD resting on his chest and a half eaten pizza on the coffee table next to him. It’s barely a flattering look, but Jim still looks at him so fondly. Briefly, he considers giving him a blanket and let him sleep here, but he knows Bones will just get groggy if he doesn’t sleep in an actual bed. So he walks over, sitting down next to the other, and he gently runs his hand through Bones’ hair. “Bones,” he says softly, “C'mon, old man, let’s get you to bed.”
  • It just happens at least two more times that Bones reserves a table somewhere cozy and romantic, and then either one of them has to cancel because life gets in the way. Every single time. And both are increasingly more frustrated because of this - even if there’s nothing to be frustrated about. It just leads to more bickering, less intimacy, which just leads to even more bickering. Leonard doesn’t regret his ridiculously expensive engagement ring, but the whole idea around a romantic candle lit dinner is just ruined. Jim feels a similar frustration, grumpier than usual and more agitated by Spock (or anyone else) when they fly back out into space.
  • “What’s the matter with you?” Bones asks when he catches Jim in the bar later that night. Save from Scotty and Keenser talking engineering gibberish in the corner, it’s completely empty. Jim sits by the window by himself, staring out the window as they pass a nebula in the distance. “Nothing’s wrong,” Jim says, pushing his empty glass in Bones’ direction for a refill. Bones does so, filling a glass for himself as well, and then he sits down next to him. “Really? Because you’ve been acting like a child,” Bones says, and Jim huffs. “Right back at you, you dick.” At that insult, though, both crack a smile. “I’m annoyed we couldn’t spend any time together in York Town,” Bones says. “Me too,” Jim replies, “we were supposed to take it slow this week and we still ended up working overtime.” “I had to cancel a dinner reservation three times,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “Me too, man. I even got us a table at Il'thaa.” “That super expensive, always fully booked restaurant at the plaza?” “That’s the one. Used my name and my charm to get us a table.” “Your charm?” Bones asks, “I’m surprised you got in, then.” Jim scoffs at him. “It’s okay,” Bones says, “I don’t think that overly romantic thing is our scene, anyway.” “But I really wanted to,” Jim says, “fancy suits, expensive dinners, great atmosphere. Super romantic. I would’ve swept you off your feet.”  
  • They’re still chuckling about it when they get back to their quarters. Jim watches Bones take off that blue shirt, that toned chest and strong biceps something Jim’s so fond of. In the blueish light from the bedroom window, the other looks stunning. Jim reaches out, pulling the other in closer. “I love you, you know,” Jim says, and Bones smiles. “I know,” is all he replies, and Jim grins against the other’s lips when he kisses him. His arms wrap around Bones’ shoulders, puling him in closer when he falls down on bed. “I was thinking,” Bones starts, and Jim frowns - not quite where he expected this night to go, but okay. “You were thinking?” “Yeah,” Bones says, and when the doctor sits up straight on that bed, Jim figures sex is gonna have to wait. “Something wrong?” Jim asks, sitting up, too, and Bones laughs. “No, not quite. Just something we discussed earlier. I was gonna ask you in York Town, but since we didn’t have the time… and I think, you know, location doesn’t matter when you really want to be with someone.” “Oh God,” Jim groans, catching on, and he realizes how stupid both have been about those canceled dates in York Town, “hold on, Bones.” “No, Jim-” Bones starts, but Jim rolls away instead. “Before you continue,” Jim starts, but Bones interrupts him. “Please, Jim, can it just wait-” “-no, Bones, seriously-” “- let’s talk first and do whatever you want to do after-” “-I  just need to grab something-” “Jim.” “Leonard.” “Marry me.”
  • Jim isn’t sure who says it first. It’s not the romantic scene Jim planned out at all. Not the “whoops oh look at that ring in your champagne glass”, or whatever. Bones sits on bed, half dressed, a little black box in his hand. Jim’s in his underwear, also holding a ring in his hands. Both are silent for a few long seconds. And then Bones just laughs, and so does Jim. “Of course,” Bones says, and though the answer should’ve been obvious - since both of them asked - Jim still feels a sense of relief when he falls back down on bed, immediately pulling Bones in for a kiss. “I can’t believe this. That’s why you were so on edge,” Jim says, and Bones raises an eyebrow. “I was on edge? You were so grumpy cadets came to ask me when it’s safe to approach you, rather than the other way around.” Jim laughs, grabbing that box from Bones’ hands to check out that ring. “Same jewelry shop in York Town, too, huh?” he chuckles, finding a very similar ring to the one he bought for Bones. “What can I say,” Bones says, “great minds think alike? You rub off on me.” Jim grins, pulling the other closer for another kiss. “Pretty sure we rub off on each other in more ways than one.”

anonymous asked:

Chat room request if you want: Yoosung stopped playing LOLOL and now won't stop playing sims, he made the RFA members

Seven, Jaehae and Zen were all online.

-Yoosung has entered the chat room-

Yoosung: Hey hey ^^ 

Yoosung: Guess what guys

Yoosung: I quite playing LOLOL!

Seven: *shocked emoji* 

Seven: Could it be? 

Seven: Has Yoosung seen the light?? The sunlight.

Jaehae: I’m not sure if I believe it.

Zen: Lololol yeah, Yoosung quiting LOLOL? Hard to believe.

Yoosung: *cry emoji* 

Yoosung: You guys are so mean! 

Yoosung: You want me to stop playing and don’t believe when I do!

Jaehae: Sorry it’s just, sudden.

Zen: Yeah.

Seven: Now you can finally get a girlfriend! :D 

Yoosung: I’ve started playing Sims! 

Zen: Wait what?

Jaehae: Sims?

Seven: aaand, so much for that! lololol

Zen: lol knew it.

Jaehae: Too good to be true I suppose. 

Yoosung: it’s game where you can make a person, and they can buy a house and it’s set in a neighborhood of your choice and you can do whatever you want! Like buy a house

Jaehae: Wow.

Zen: Lmao seriously? Like a get a life simulator? 

Seven: Hey I know that game! It’s pretty good :D 

Yoosung: See??

Jaehae: I fail to see the appeal. 

Yoosung: and I’ve made all the RFA members in it! :D

Yoosung: we all live in a big house

Yoosung: Like a big family!

Yoosung: *smile emoji*

Zen: …. 

Jaehae: ;;;

Seven: OOOO COOL! 

Seven: Do I get to be roomates with you?? :D

Yoosung: Uh, no, your sim is far away from me.

Seven: Aaaaw but I want to be with my Yoosung 

Seven: *cry emoji*

Yoosung: wtf

Zen: Even in a video game… that is a good call.

Zen: I don’t see the point of that game but I bet mine is handsome.

Yoosung: Yeah, I made his personality completely vain to be like the real thing.

Zen: Hey come on! I’m not a narcissist! 

Zen: I just can’t help I was blessed with these looks~

Yoosung: *sigh emoji*

Seven: Yep! Totally not a narcissist :D 

Yoosung: Your Sim is looking in the mirror right now, he has been since I purchased one for the house.

Zen: Sounds about right. 

-Jumin Han has entered the chatroom-

Zen: Oh, hey.

Jaehae: Hello, Mr Han. 

Seven: Hey Jumin! :D 

Seven: Yoosung, did you get the most ultra expensive house in the game just for Jumin here because I think that would suit him.

Jumin: ?

Jaehae: Yoosung’s playing a different game now, called “Sims”.

Seven: Oh my god Yoosung did you get the pets addition??


Seven: OMG! 

Yoosung: Yeah I have ^^”

Jumin: Ah, I see.

Jumin: I hope you made her as beautiful as she is in real life.

Jumin: *posts a photo of Elizabeth*

Zen: dkfjkjajflakjfd



Zen: I can’t even escape the cat even in a game.

Yoosung: Lol, Zen’s Sim is sneezing too.

Seven: lololol

Seven: Elly! I hope my Sim gets to bond with her! :D 

Seven: We can fall in love! 

Yoosung: Actually Jumin’s Sim has been holding her the entire time and refuses to put her down.

Yoosung: Your Sim is busy bother Jaehae’s atm.

Jaehae: ?

Jaehae: Am I the only one, that finds this weird?

Seven: Ooooo what am I doing?

Yoosung: flirting

Zen: *shock emoji* 

Jumin: -_- emoji 

Yoosung: and failing at that.

Seven: *shock emoji*

Seven: Jaehae, why don’t you like meeee T_T

Jaehae: … 

Jaehae: *sigh emoji* 

Jaehae: I’m going to ignore all that. 

Seven: Hey Yoosung, did you make Mc?

Yoosung: Yes! 

Yoosung: *happy emoji*

Seven: Oooo are you going to try and have your Sim romance her?

Yoosung: N-No! 

Yoosung: That would feel weird! 

Yoosung: >///< 

Zen: I’m sure she will fall for my Sim without a doubt.

Yoosung: *sigh emoji*

Yoosung: Your sim is sulking because the mirror is near Elizabeth, because Jumin is standing there.

Zen: Well, move him! 

Yoosung: I can’t! He put Elizabeth down now and Mc is busy playing with her.

Yoosung: I don’t want to interrupt that! T_T

Jumin: *Smile emoji*

Jumin: I quite like this game. 

Seven: Even though you can get whatever you want anyway so there’s no point for you to play it :D

Jumin: Yes. 

Yoosung: Anyway, Mc is roommates with Jaehae, Jumin is roommates with Zen.

Zen: WHAT!

Zen: The first one makes sense but WHY AM I ROOMMATES WITH THE TRUST FUND JERK?

Jumin: I do not like it either, change it.

Yoosung: It’s not like you guys are actually roommates it’s just a game.


Yoosung: Okay okay.

Seven: What about me Yoosung?? :D 

Yoosung: Yeah we are roomates.

Seven: *celebrating emoji* 

Yoosung: So now Jumin and Elizabeth are roommates.

Zen: WTF

Jumin: I am pleased with that arrangement.

Seven: Did you make V??

Yoosung: NO.

Yoosung: No.

Yoosung: Zen and Seven are roommates now. 

Seven: Whaaat? I thought we were roommates Yoosung! D: We could have so much fun together!

Seven: Slumber parties! T_T 

Seven: Well I could still braid Zen’s hair.

Zen: NO.

Zen: I don’t like this! 

Yoosung: I am roommates with Rika! ^^

Zen: ….

Jumin: …

Seven: …

Zen: Dude…

Yoosung: What? 

Jumin: I’ve got to go.

Jaehae: Yeah, I need to leave for a meeting.

Zen: Yeah.. I got to go too.

-Jaehae left-

-Jumin left-

-Zen left-

Yoosung: ???

Yoosung: What did I say??