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SO I was actually in the middle of packing (frantically) and writing many, many goodbye letters (also frantically) when I finally decided to stop, take a break, and…. messily doodle out this header. And now that I have a header, I can’t just not have a post… yeah?

Obviously, while I’ve only been writing for almost, almost two years now (holy shit, I know), I’ve been reading fanfiction for a lot longer. And I’ve been loving it. So, as a long time reader and appreciator of all of the amazing works the community has so generously shared with the public, I’ve decided to create a quick blog rec post to honor all the wonderful blogs that I have come across. Some I follow, some I don’t, some follow me, some don’t… and that’s fine, and frankly, should not matter at all.

In fact, the only thing that should matter (in regards to this post) is that they are all fanfiction writers and thus deserve all the appreciation and recognition for their hard work and tireless efforts on this special day.

Okay, okay, enough talking. Here we go– (please prepare yourself for the monstrosity that will ensue):

listed in no particular order; italicized blogs either cannot be located/have stopped writing.

@exo-nerates / @taesthetes / @zephyoongist / @tayegi / @duizhangdeluxe / @keypea / @min-tokkiwriter / @bubbleteascenarios / @kainks / @yuudetama / @gukvory / @serendipitae / @chan-chanyeol / @mrsmon / @syubits / @freelancebat / @thesammtimes / @palpitate-hyperventilate / @an-exotic-writer / @xiuminipple / @writingseoul / @kimseokjinsprincess / @baebsaes / @seoulscapes / @remembeo / @9901010101 / @byulwriter / @yoonminnings / @inktae / @dodexogen / @rabbitwrite / @writewhatyoulove / @kareverie / @thereaderwriter / @theboyswhomwelove / @smokaible / @minearebigger / @btsugaplums / @mint-yooxgi / @eat-a-mint-jungkook / @lovelylittlemaknae / @hitchhikingbabeh / @modestlydreaming / @jjangpanda / @inspiritdawn / @jiminerie / @heungtanbts / @suegakookie / @monbell / @jespere-hope / @taehyungie / @wheeinah / @hobibliophile / @rainwards / @dabguk / @13x06x2013 / @exoticarmy127 / @exobaozi-xoxo / @misstae / @sxciopathic-tendencies / @shineeing-star / @jungblue / @helloblamebts / @uyuagashi-fics / @sehvnter / @winnie-writes-kpop / @triptaech / @asexpectedofthestork / @smuttyfairy / @cosykims / @gukblush / @annyeongs / @jungkxook / @the95liner / @versigny / @jiminables / @kimvtae / @starry-sehun / @minsvga / @bapsae-bae / @jjungkooked / @xingtokki / @jheartseok / @funtaesy / @monbell / @9395x / @lthyl / @btsfix / @very-important-army / @flyfireflyfly and, of course, all the writers in the @btswriters network :)

Clearly, I’m missing a lot of people (considering I’ve had a tumblr for a few years now and have used it to read fics rather consistently), and an alarming number of blogs I used to stalk all the time are gone. And, I know, just barfing up a block of text (well, writers) probably isn’t the most sentimental move and people tend to just glance over the whole thing (which is a shame, because there are a lot of talented writers in here). I really regret not knowing about this day earlier, or else this would’ve come out a lot better but… well, better than nothing right?

That being said, I’d really like to take the time to thank all of these writers for dedicating so much of their time towards producing such great works and sharing it with me… some of you guys mentioned have also become my friends who I love and appreciate.

And finally, for all the the writers out there, both of whom I already know and have yet to discover…

(yes, it’s supposed to be fanfic writer’s appreciation day, but I’d like to think that they are one and the same)

101 Writing Prompts

1. “I didn’t know you two were related.” “We didn’t either.”

2. “I’m not saying I’m gay, but I would be if they were asking.”

3. “I’ve tried my hardest to fall for you, but it’ll always be them.”

4. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

5. “I didn’t even want to come to this party. You lied to me about the pinata.”

6. “Spin the bottle is such a cliché. I’m in.”

7. “I have to go in there with you? I didn’t sign up to play 7 minutes in hell .”

8. “That’s not how you pronounce my name and I’m not even sure you tried.”

9. “Are you new here?” “We’ve been in the same math class for six years.”

10. “You really shouldn’t touch that… I told you.”

11. “I recognise you. Do you have a dog.”

12. “ You’ve never seen Harry Potter?

13. “Can’t we just lay here for a minute?”

14. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”

15. “Is it weird if I say that your dad’s really hot?”

16. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?”

17. “I don’t know how we ended up sleeping together but I know I’m mad about it.”

18. “Whatever you do, just don’t tell anybody!”

19. “I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

20. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

21. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, but now it’s here I don’t know how to feel.”

22. “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

23. “I always hear my neighbour playing this beautiful music, but I’ve never actually met them.”

24. “Would it be alright if I pet your dog?”

25. “I’m so sorry to bother you this late but an owl got in my house and I have no idea how to get it out.”

26. “We can’t call the police! They’ll never believe us!”

27. “Why are you buying plane tickets? Are you leaving?”

28. “I swear I’ve seen them before in a dream.”

29. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done.”

30. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”

31. “It’s your fault, and I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

32. “This isn’t easy for me either.”

33. “I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to. You know that, right?”

34. “Can you at least promise me that?” “I don’t think I can, not this time.”

35. “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

36. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard to you want me to hit you?”

37. “I’d be scared if I were you.”

38. “You can’t go in there alone .”

39. “This seems like a lot of effort to go to for a mediocre joke.”

40. “Delete that picture right now or Mr.Snuggles gets it!”

41. “You didn’t go through my photos did you?!”

42. “Uhhh, I went through your photos and I have some questions.”

43. “I swear to god, if you tag me in one more bad meme I’ll make you regret it.”

44. “I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.”

45. “You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

46. “ Why wouldn’t you lock the door?

47. “Did you know kissing burns calories?” “I’m happy with my weight, thanks.”

48. “Your bad pickup lines aren’t cute, they’re just bad.”

49. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if I can take you to Christmas dinner and tell my family we’re together. They always ask if I’m dating and I can’t have that conversation again.”

50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.”

51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.”

52. “I forgot what we were fighting about in the first place.” “I didn’t.”

53. “Fuck you.” “Not with that attitude.”

54. “90% of people admit to having at least a slight bondage kink, and 10% are lying about it.”

55. “I don’t understand why you won’t just use a map on your phone.”

56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.”

57. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.”

58. “You know, I was joking in that birthday card when I said I’d help you hide a body.”

59. “Can we please turn off this song.” “But it’s a masterpiece .”

60. “I’ve known you for two years and I think I’ve been saying your name wrong the whole time.”

61. “Wow, you really are blind!” “Thanks for the update, can I have my glasses back now?”

62. “It might be petty but you borrowed my pencil three weeks ago and I’m gonna need it back.”

63. “I think they have a crush on you, which sucks because I’m kinda into them.”

64. “Just go and talk to them, they dont bite!” “What if biting turns me on? If they dont do it then what’s the point?”

65. “You can’t say that in front of children!”

67. “Seven years old is practically an adult.”

68. “Dude I ordered this on eBay and you have to see what they sent me.”

69. “I didn’t realise it meant so much to you.”

70. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”

71. “My friend thinks you’re cute, personally I don’t get it but this isn’t about me right now.”

72. “Not everything is about you!” “Untrue.”

73. “You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.”

74. “This is why I hate family dinners! It always gets awkward.”

75. “This can only end two ways and neither of them are pretty.”

76. “Not everything can be butterflies and rainbows! Things get hard sometimes, that’s just how it is!”

77. “My mom told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers, and you’re definitely strange.”

78. “I can’t believe you fell asleep when I was showing you my favourite movie of all time.”

79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

80. “I could lie here with you forever. I wish I didnt have to leave.”

81. “Everything’s changing and I hate it! I liked the way things were.”

82. “You look so incredible, if that didn’t look so good on you I’d probably tear it off.”

83. “Do you think they noticed that we left?”

84. “The funny thing is, you could have fixed this and you didn’t even try.”

85. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? I’m only asking because it hurt when I did and I thought I might have done it wrong.”

86. “That was super cheesy and I’m lactose intolerant.”

87. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!” “You didn’t tell me you weren’t.”

88. “Your friend told me you had a crush on me, I just wanted to let you know your friend is a snake.”

89. “Are you staring at me or are you staring past me?”

90. “If you we’re a guy/girl would you go out with me?” “I am a guy/girl.”

91. “Sounds stupid. When are we doing it?”

92. “Can we tell my parents that I’m at your house, just incase they get suspicious?”

93. “This is the part in the movie where we kiss or one of us dies. My fingers are crossed for option one.” “Speak for yourself.”

94. “I’m offended that you don’t have more faith in me but, honestly, it’s understandable given past experience.”

95. “Its just a blind date! What’s the worst that could happen?” “I could literally die.”

96. “I would light myself on fire to keep you warm and you wouldn’t even hand me a coat if I were freezing.”

97. “I trusted you, and so I guess I should have seen this coming.”

98. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly.”

99. “Okay, but this is the last time I bail you out!”

100. “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

101. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

☁️💫Taehyung x Reader ~ Seven Minutes In Heaven💫☁️

Rated: M

Genre: Smut

Warnings: (Includes) ~ Striptease, lap dance, thigh riding, degradation, edging, daddy kink, spanking, cursing, light? choking kink… and anything kinky in-between tbh, I’ve probably forgotten something… just pure sin ok ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word count: 3,378

You’d never liked parties.

But when your best friend refused to stop whining about how this party was supposedly ‘different’, ‘more FUN’, you felt as if you’d been beat.

When you finally chose to accept the invitation, she smiled back at you, though there was something about the twinkle in her eyes that told you otherwise, as if there was something you didn’t know…

“YES! I knew you couldn’t resist! Now hurry and get changed, there’s only 30 minutes until we have to be at Jungkook’s house and you need to look like a million dollars!” Your friend excitably squealed.

A million dollars? You thought this was just some lame meet up with trashy music and an endless supply of alcohol, most likely having the night end with drunken slurs and sweaty bodies collapsed in heaps together. House parties really weren’t your thing.  

“But… but I thought this was just a simple house party?” you groaned in protest.

Before you knew it, a black lacy, strapless dress had been flung at your face and obscured your view. Pulling the unwanted item off from over your head you took a closer look at the article of clothing. You couldn’t lie, it really was gorgeous, if a bit skimpy, perhaps even raunchy you could say….

You’d stepped into the dress, glancing at the reflection staring back at you. It was a short dress, really rather short, but it accentuated your subtle curves quite beautifully. It had crystal details around the belt and bust area and the lace caressed your skin at any slight movement. The outfit was coupled with a pair of sweet ruffled ballerina pumps and a leather clutch.

“Wow… (Y/N) you really look stunning he’ll love you! Um I mean… I bet Jungkook won’t even recognise you!”

You felt very curious and slightly agitated. What was she hiding from you? Who was attending this party?

With a deep sigh, and a sharp slam of the car door, the screech of tyres pulling out of the drive signified the beginning of a very long night ahead.

“Oh for goodness sake chin up (Y/N), stop looking so unsure and nervous! You know Jungkook! He wouldn’t invite anyone unwanted or suspicious, so what’s bothering you?”

It was true, you knew Jungkook for a almost an entire year now since starting college, but your best friend’s behaviour had just been so off ever since accepting the invitation to this party. What were you supposed to say?

“Yeah, no… It’s nothing really, I guess…”

♡♡♡

Pressing your finger into the doorbell felt as if It sent an electric shock pulsing through your veins. This was a mistake, regret was bubbling up inside your stomach like the most horrible acidic and sugary soda.

A familiar beaming face greeted you, It was Jungkook! With a warm and friendly welcome, the pair of you were ushered upstairs into what must have been Jungkook’s bedroom.

This was rather odd, as it sounded like the large main party crowd was in the living room, where you could make out a flickering of lights and see discarded plastic cups of god knows what strewn near the living room entrance.

The loud music pumped through your system and made your heart jump with what felt like a growing excitement.

Stepping through Jungkook’s bedroom door, you were greeted by a circle of party guests, none of which you knew. Great. Why were you here again?

You kept your head low, since parties really weren’t your thing. Your eyelashes rapidly fluttered as you focused on the intricate patterns of the floorboards, until you had only had to go and stumble on an uneven bump in the floor. So much for making an introduction…

Cursing your clumsy, introverted and shy tendencies, you began to rub at your ankle, which had been twisted awkwardly upon your fall. Your attention sprung to a man with pretty, honeyed melanin skin, as said gentleman had cleared his throat bringing your focus to how he was at your feet and offering his hand.

Attempting to smile through your pained and dazed expression you reached out to clasp the man’s hand. His long, slender fingers brushed over your knuckles gently before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss right there. You gasped sharply, not expecting this stranger to be so forward straight away. It felt as if your heart was trying to escape your ribcage, beating quicker with every passing moment. It was like everything was in slow motion.

“Ooooh someone’s taken Taehyung’s fancy already!” a man sitting the other side of Jungkook quipped amused.

“Taehyung would you please take several seats and leave (Y/N) alone! Is the only thing you think about what would make your dick happy?” Jungkook chimed in.

A rosy pink blush started spreading across your porcelain skin. This was evidently all distant background noise to this Taehyung man, as he waved them off whilst still keeping all his attention and focus on you.

“enchanté…” he leaned into the shell of your ear and whispered after finally releasing his peach, plush lips from the back of your hand. It sent what felt like thousands of shivers and quivers up the back of your neck and travelling back down your spine.

Taehyung finally helped you up off the ground, as you proceeded to join the circle of strangers. You sat and arranged the short layers of your dress, which you were still particularly self-conscious about. You could clearly feel Taehyung’s eyes following your every movement and drinking in your features. His eyes roamed over your thighs, where the milky flesh was exposed and impossible to cover with the skirt of your dress. He noticed your taut stomach, before his eyes made their way up to your long, elegant neck. Out the corner of your eye, pretending to fiddle with your skirt some more, you could notice how Taehyung’s lips had fallen open, parted in a gaping sort of way. Originally, you thought this man had good enough manners to know better than to stare, but perhaps you were wrong about this.

Time was passing and again, it felt like there was simply muffled background noise of hyper chatter and spluttering laughs, as it felt as if the spotlight had been placed on you by Taehyung. Was it you, or was he inching closer little by little, getting a better look of your cushiony coral coated lips? His tongue peeked out his mouth to swipe across his own bottom lip. You felt like prey to the broad shouldered predator who was creeping up on you, slowly, slowly….

“SO NOW THE GAME BEGINS!”

With a clap of hands, Jungkook declared the beginning of said ‘game.’ Snapping you back into the harsh reality of this party.

“Um, excuse me sorry, I must have missed something… what game are we playing exactly?” You uttered helplessly.

“Seven Minutes in heaven x truth or dare! Kind of a merge of the two, we’ll start with truth or dare, and see where it goes from there I guess.” Jungkook had a smirk on his face which you didn’t entirely like the look of.

You gulped nervously, as a bottle was placed in the centre of the circle. So this was spin the bottle too now? You’d had enough, this was torture, this wasn’t you, there must be some way of escape!

The bottle spun, and landed on the one and only Mr Taehyung.

Oh great.

“Truth or dare TaeTae?” a small man, Jimin, you found out, called from the opposite side of the circle.

“Dare of course” Taehyung challenged with a wiggle of his brows.

This man’s confidence really was so sexy.  

“Ok then, your dare is you have to strip down to nothing but your underwear and stay that way for the whole game, until we say you can get changed again, but make a show of it.”

The man showed no look of being phased by this dare, instead he smugly smirked back at your friend, the one who had requested the damned dare, before directing his eyes back to you. There was a flicker of danger in his eyes, as you began to shift uncomfortably in your seated spot.

He stood up towering over you. Playfully, he began fiddling with the buckle to his belt before letting go, to teasingly rub his thighs with the flat palms of his hands. The clicking sound of the buckle becoming undone threw your attention tho his groin area, but to no avail, as he had not yet removed his pants fully. He was just testing the waters.

The tease.

One by one, he undid the buttons on his crisp white dress shirt. It was too much already. You stifled, trying desperately to hold back a moan that needed to escape.

His bare chest was now on show, his pecks, the small hardened nubs, stood erect before you and his chocolate abs glowed, a light sheen of sweat covered the abs as little pools nestled in the magnificently contoured structure.

His head lulled to the side, as his body now faced you completely. You could tell he was doing this all for your suffering entertainment and enjoyment, although you could tell even some of the boys in the circle were getting into this, judging by the tent forming in the front of their pants. His eyes had narrowed to slits as he quirked a brow at you.  

Rolling his head, he then proceeded to rub over his hardened nipples, allowing him to release the most delicious groan you had ever heard. His head now tilted backwards, working furiously at his nipples before moving down to palm his crotch.

A series of pants and small whimpers filled the stuffy air of the bedroom. Everything was silent except for Taehyung. His cock was now straining tightly against the material of his black slacks, leading him to whip them off in one go, as he grew impatient.

You were mesmerised, lust had clouded your vision and you couldn’t think about anything except Taehyung. Everything was Taehyung. Maybe this party wasn’t such a mistake after all.

Taehyung started thumbing the slit of his cock through his boxer briefs when his actions were halted by an older looking man, by the name of Jin.

ALRIGHT! That’s enough now, the dare was simply to do a striptease, not have a wank with a full circle of witnesses!”  

Small giggles reverberated around the room as it was evident Taehyung was trying to come back down and steady himself.  

The show was wonderful and all, but now it meant Taehyung had to sit next to you with a raging hard on, and you’d have to continue the game as normal, without staring at his clearly massive 8 maybe even 9 inch cock.

The bottle spun a few more times, luckily sparing you as the next victim. You couldn’t believe your luck, that was until…

“Ah, (Y/N)!” The almost naked man beside you exclaimed with far too much excitement.  

So this really was your unlucky day…

“So what’s it gonna be (Y/N)…. truth? or maybe… dare?” Taehyung purred, latching his thumb onto your lip, swiping across it in an almost hypnotised manner, staining his thumb with your coral lipstick.

“I…um…. I think it would be best if I went for…”

“DARE! Right ok… hmmm…” Taehyung interrupted, saving you your breath. You wanted truth this sexy, sexy bastard.

“I dare YOU… to give me a lap dance.” The cheeky man sat back on his elbows, opening his legs rather suggestively before winking at you.

The room instantly filled with whoops and cheers of encouragement and laughter.

Could the floor just swallow you right now? That seemed like the best option. You glared over at your friend, who was now laying down clutching her stomach in fits of laughter. You shot her a look of daggers, before facing Taehyung again.

This man was clearly VERY horny but also VERY into you.

And so were you to be perfectly honest… so why not put on a show? Show everyone you weren’t this shy, innocent young girl.

Suddenly, a smooth and sensual beat flooded through the speakers located in the corner of the room.

All eyes were on you, especially a pair of chocolate orbs who had already started grazing your features once again.

You began to sway your hips seductively to the sexy, deep base before body rolling, fisting your hands into tendrils of stray hair.

Slowly but surely, you began to edge your way over to Taehyung. You spotted Jungkook’s desk chair and pushed it his way, still keeping your sensual aura about your act, dragging your feet as you walked, then heading into a crawl on all fours. You were the predator now. YOU were in control.

Taehyung spread his legs again now sat in the desk chair, massaging his pulsating length that was screaming for attention.

“Jagi…. (Y/N) ughhhmmm please, don’t test me babygirl, don’t make daddy wait.”

You could hear a concoction of snickers and breathy sighs coming from the spectators looking on at this hot mess you were about to show them. Things were about to get a little hotter though, you inwardly giggled to yourself.

With ease, you sunk smoothly down on top of Taehyung’s thick thighs and began to bounce teasingly, lifting the short petticoat like layers of your dress. You knew he could feel your heated core rubbing ever so slightly on the bare area of his thighs.

A deep growl through gritted teeth signified the man’s appreciation of the erotic act.

“Mmmmm ahhh my god (Y/N) fuck my thighs you do it for me slut ahhhh”

Who were you to deny this prince of what he wanted? You built up a strong and steady pace on his thighs, humping them whilst still keeping to the rhythm of the dirty beat.

“Daddy mmm let me hear you moan, tell me what you want… Do you want me now? How bad do you want it?”

Taehyung whimpered helplessly underneath you, cursing now and again as he clenched and relaxed his thighs allowing himself to feel more of your core humping his thigh. The feeling was orgasmic for you. It felt as if you were ready for climax, but neither of you wanted that yet.

Instead, you began to edge yourself, slowing your actions considerably, much to Taehyung’s disappointment.

But however, you did slip the dress up and over your head in a swift glide. You were rather impressed with yourself really, maybe a stripper could be a night shift job that would suit just fine.

Unclasping your bra, you sunk forward further onto Taehyung, restricting his movements. His mouth was watering, as you pressed your breasts further towards his face, he managed to grab your boobs, massaging them and going to suck on your nipple.

You were so sensitive. The only thing you could inhale was the musky, vanilla scent of Taehyung’s cologne intoxicating your senses, all you could see was red, the inside of Taehyung’s mouth laving over one of your nipples, just like velvet…

You let out deep, guttural moans. You had totally forgotten about the little audience who were still watching this extravaganza.

The song was now on repeat, but before you knew it, the pair of you were tumbling head first into a dim lit closet. The last thing you saw was Jungkook’s exasperated face, muttering something along the lines of:

“I’m sure you’ll be longer than seven minutes, but I don’t have a fuck to give anymore… *something something* I don’t want cum stains on the inside of my closet doors” The slither of light outside the closet dissipated. *SLAM.* You two were left in the dark closet now, alone.

The unexpected and cramped environment shook the pair of you briefly, before continuing your fun.

“Hey, kitten psst… I’m still waiting for a kiss before you decide to suck this enormous cock… that is, if I let you have dessert.” Taehyung chuckled, his low growl making your clit throb in anticipation as he nipped at your collar bone.

The pet name did it for you. You dived forward, connecting your ravenous lips, becoming one. Taehyung rolled effortlessly on top of your lithe body, roughly shoving his tongue into your awaiting mouth. Your tongues were dancing, never had you felt so loved. He stroked his hands feverishly up and down the sides of your body and pinned your hips down firmly. You were on fire.

The two of you broke apart for air, panting hotly against one another.

“Taehyung… I’ll always get what I want. A kitten needs her milk after all.” Your voice dripped teasingly.

You slithered down Taehyung’s fit form, reaching your prize. A large expanding wet spot was visible on at the tip of the tent in the man’s straining boxers.

You looked up into the smokey cat eyes, watching your every movement and bit your lip.

You then dipped down, kitten licking the head through the material of Taehyung’s boxers. This made Taehyung keen and arch his back. It was just like he was your baby boy for now, but you were fully aware of his daddy temperaments and dominant side too.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and ripped them off in the speed of light.

You went to suck on his ballsack, eliciting more animalistic grunts and pants. But you weren’t one to waste time. Squeezing the girth of his shaft you deep throated his cock in one go, bobbing your head determinedly.

Taehyung’s legs were now shaking from the direct stimulation and desire coursing through his system.

“Jagi, I’m gonna cum, stop shit fuck I can’t h….hnngggg.”

You thought it was all over, until you were forced off his dick with a lewd, wet sounding pop.

His hands had found themselves on that certain part of your throat that would drive you crazy. Cautiously, he applied the smallest amount of pressure that made your head go fuzzy and made you feel warm and light-headed.

“So it looks like this princess does have a choking kink huh…”

You made no effort to respond, not even ‘hm’, neither a ‘yes daddy’.

Something darkened in Taehyung’s facial expressions in that moment.

“So baby doesn’t wanna respond? Well then I think spanking time is due Jagi…”

You were draped submissively over Taehyung’s muscly thighs, as loud smacks made contact with your bare asscheeks. You were certain the others could hear outside the closet, as your moans soon turned to screams. How long had it been? Far longer than seven minutes now. Were the others still even there?

“Keep it down my needy little whore…. keep it down or the others will hear. Or is that what you want? Is it (Y/N)? Tell daddy what you need. Beg for me.”

“Tae-T-Tae Oppa I want to… wanna cum right now.”

You felt so incredibly helpless, but you loved it. You loved being submissive to Taehyung, this sex god.

“Yeah? Wanna cum? Want this dick inside your tight pussy throbbing, fucking you senseless until you can’t even get up the next day?”

Taehyung bit down into the angry red hand-prints he had marked onto your ass, smoothing his large tongue over the attacked area and increasing the burning sensation…

You didn’t notice when he scrambled around in his jacket that had been chucked into the closet to reveal a condom. He teared the packet open cleanly with his teeth and rolled it down his length.

There was no lube however, as he proceeded to spit into his hands, preparing his cock sufficiently.

Your legs were now spread and awaiting Taehyung. With one quick thrust, the man slid into your heat with ease. Thrusting, in and out roughly you knew one another were reaching climax rapidly.

Seeing stars both Taehyung and yourself came hard, Taehyung still inside of you shooting his seed in long white ribbons as it combined with your own mess.

Collapsing together, Taehyung pecked your cupid bow lips and smiled with a warmth in his eyes.

“Heaven lasts forever when it is shared with you, angel delight.”

He whispered, as you burst into fits of giggles.

Maybe you had your friend some thanking to do…

This is so so dirty, I swear my imagination gets more vivid and dirtier by the day. I hope you enjoyed it! Asks/opinions and even requests are always welcomed!

Have a beautiful day! x

Tumblr’s hatred of first-person fanfic gets me down, and not just because I’ve written so much of it. Every time I see one of those “oh, the first word was ‘I’ *closes tab*” jokes I’m just kinda reminded that for all the good work people have done bringing fanfiction into the mainstream, for all that folks are beginning to understand the importance of transformative works, it’s still seen as fundamentally lesser than published fiction. It can’t just be that people don’t like first-person narratives, or else The Hunger Games, The Handmaid’s Tale, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, A Clockwork Orange, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, To Kill A Mockingbird, The Colour Purple, Jane Eyre and countless others would never have made it to print. The implication is always “first-person fanfiction, i.e. a lot of fanfiction, is just teenage girls making dumb self-inserts” and I always figured we’d have got past that by now.


And also, yes, because I’ve written so much of it.

—One of these nights 💔touken&blackreaper headcanon

summary: Months after turning into the Black Reaper, Kaneki makes Touka a phone call.

I think I’m gonna keep doing this for a while now, “mini fics” for certain headcanons that I don’t feel like writing as a 3,000(or more) word fic due to many reasons (lack of inspiration, the plot not being strong enough for a long fic, things I wanna keep short..) all of these mini fics (that will reach their limit with 1,000 words approx..) will end with “headcanon” at the end of the title… you can read the rest of these headcanons // mini fics series here, and I will add the link on my fics page as well. These headcanons will have a very poor and light writing, so don’t expect the greatest prose of all—hence the whole point of being just a headcanon, haha. You can also request headcanons/mini fics for me to write this way, it’s way easier and faster(&less frustrating) than writing a whole one-shot :’) remember, these are not full fics like most of my writings, so there might be some writing differences! 

enjoy this little thing!


It’s been months since Haise went to :re.

Actually, almost a year.

Yes, Touka kept the count. It would have been embarrassing to admit it years ago when she was still a teenager, when proud was like a shield that would protect her lonely and wrinkled heart from people obsessed with abandon her. But she’s not proud anymore, and her arms feel way too tired to keep holding the shield against her chest when her heart has been already torn apart so many times. She has lost so much already, that sometimes she feels that there’s nothing else to lose anymore. So it won’t matter… it won’t matter.

She counts the days, the minutes, the hours, as she feels Yomo’s gaze upon her back, parting his lips to say something (something that she fears it may sound like “he’s not coming back”) but quickly shouting them again, not finding the courage to speak. She stares behind the window, waiting for something, always waiting for something… but nothing appears.

Last time Haise visited :re, he decided that he would be a bold guy. Girls like bold guys, and if he really wanted for that pretty waitress to set his eyes on him and actually see him, instead of seeing something else (he had that vague impression sometimes), he decided to give a small but decided first step. When she turned around towards the counter after delivering him his coffee, he took a paper and a pen and with shaky hands he wrote a simple but important question.

“Can I have your number?
-Haise.”

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i’ll swim halfway if you swim halfway

requested by @trash-penguins3300: nico and will go swimming and nico gets flustered by will being shirtless

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Nico agrees to go swimming with Will for a variety of reasons.

Because it’ll give him some more options next time he inevitably has to run for his life from a monster. Because Percy has been pestering him about it for the past year and a half. Definitely not because Leo recently discovered The Internet and now won’t stop yelling ‘what’s up I’m Jared I’m 19 and I never fuckin’ learned how to swim’, ever since Nico mentioned that can’t.

Correction: he can. He just hasn’t in… oh, seventy odd years.

“It’s like riding a bike,” Will beamed. “It’s not a skill you forget!”

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The Internship

Summary: You’ve been applying to anything and everything for months. You just needed a job to get by while you finished your degree. So when an internship is offered to you, you don’t think twice before accepting. But something seems off about this place. Set during CA:TWS.

A/N: What was a stupid idea for @imhereforbvcky‘s character storyline has now become a 1.5k word one shot. I need some self control.

Warnings: Language. Dumb shit.

Words: 1462

It was still unbelievable that you’d managed to land the job. You had been applying to countless jobs, far past the stage of being picky. Nothing is ‘beneath you’ when you’ve been living on ramen for months. You needed the money and with the end of your third year fast approaching, you figured you needed some sort of work experience under your belt. You were desperate. So when an internship popped up, you were fast to accept it.

But you had to admit, things were strange. Everything seemed kinda sketchy. It was your job to fetch coffees, make photocopies and man the shredder. But since when did interns get their own little office? But you weren’t going to complain.

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Prompt 30

Person A and B were high school sweethearts when B was kidnapped and neither B or the kidnapper were ever found. A became an FBI agent to try and make sure nothing like that ever happened again. Now A is happily married to C and working as a succesful FBI agent. A gets a case of suspected serial kidnappings, A manages to solve the case and find the kidnapper and all their victims (most are still alive). Among the victims is a very traumatised B. B’s family are dead/ not able to take care of B so A offers to. A and C slowly help B recover and be able to function in the world again. A’s old feelings resurface but A attempts to deny them because A doesn’t want to be unfaithful. C, however, has also begun to develop feelings for B who cares deeply for them both. 

Things You’d Never Know Without Fanfics...

(WARNING: Strongly advise you not to read/comment/reply if you’re easily offended as this is full of heavy sarcasm. If you do not get sarcasm, DO NOT READ.)

(Updated: 7/27/17… starts at #36)

1. Eyes are not called eyes. They are orbs. And usually the color of chocolate.

2. A woman will begin experiencing pregnancy symptoms less than 24 hours after sex. In some cases, there will even be a small bump.

3. It doesn’t matter if you’re a minor, you can still miss 12 days of school without any repercussions.

4. All female protagonists must have ridiculously complicated names or names that generally are associated with boys because they’re “not like all the other girls”.

5. Love triangles are completely original ideas.

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Now that's what I call domestic Victuri 4

Victor and Yuri are no strangers to sharing space. Especially since they had to grow used to the bathroom adjoining their bedroom. They could just make getting ready easier on both of them if one decided to use the second bathroom but neither were willing to move. Even though they argue about hogging the sink or the mirror, sometimes that closeness has Yuri pressed against Victor’s back when he’s fixing his hair. And if he kisses the back of his neck, Victor doesn’t mention it but isn’t afraid to roll his hips back into Yuri’s as retaliation. At least they have the decency to blush when Yakov is yelling at them for being late to practice.

Nights are hard sometimes. Especially the summers when the air is hot and sticky and the fans do little to abate the heat. Though, determined, Victor always sticks himself against Yuri like glue. Almost literally with the way their skin feels. It never fails, Yuri will complain and swat Victor off him meaning they playfully argue about whether or not Victor can hold him. And even though Yuri usually wins the argument, he’ll feel the warmth against his side in his dreams.

Just like their first meeting, Victor is no stranger to initiating contact with Yuri. Yuri expects it in some form or another when they’re within a ten foot radius. He has the curtesy to never comment on Victor’s clinginess and often vibrates with excitement when he knows it’s coming. Victor knows this, Yuri isn’t as good at hiding his appreciation as he thinks he is, and never expects or demands Yuri to do the same. Considering the Japanese rarely show displays of affection as outwardly as he does. But once in a blue moon, Victor will find Yuri’s arms around his waist when he least expects it, even daring to lift his shirt. And Victor is absolutely floored when Yuri’s the one who’s backed him into a wall with a kiss, with a knee that’s pressed between his own.

title: are you sure you wanna’ love me? 
pairing: Spideypool
rating: T 
word count: 8+k
warnings: dumb boys pining, self-esteem issues, no pain here only fluff. 

–> Spider-Man is everything Peter Parker wishes he could be—witty, confident, loud, sassy, and sexy… 

This is no more apparent to him than when Deadpool walks past him without a second glance the first time they meet. It sucks, considering Peter Parker has an embarrassing crush on the ex-merc.  

n/a: I want to thank my extremely patient and angelic beta Mikkel for putting up with my obsessive use of dashes and inconsistent tense switching. You’re a doll, never forget it! I would also like to thank Invidia for drawing up something really cute for my fic. Thanks, it really means a lot to me! I hope you two had as much fun in this big bang as I did!

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fanfic meme:64907:  Silvered Gold of Dying Days

He was recommended to Jun, and Jun knows that it also meant that Aiba recommended Jun to him. These kinds of things go both ways. - 64907

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Word on the Street - shinealightonme - Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Characters: Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey III, Henry Cheng, Blue Sargent
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Alternate Universe - Journalism, Antagonistic Relationship, Pining, Secret Identity, Humor
Summary:

The first time Greywaren saves Adam’s life, he’s grateful and a little awestruck.

By the tenth time it happens, he’s mostly pissed off.

What does it make you if you try to be your crush’s wingman but realize that your crush has a crush on you...?

“…so that’s how you pull off the ‘Have you met Lance?’. 60% of the time, it works every time.”

“Lance, can you go five minutes without referencing memes or pop culture?” Hunk says in exasperation.

Keith’s features are screwed up in confusion.

“He doesn’t understand those references,” Pidge supplies. It is helpful to literally no one–she smirks because she just pointing out the obvious to be a little shit.

“Whatever. C’mon Keith, she’s walking this way!”

Purple eyes go wide and apprehensive as Lance physically drags him toward this planet’s equivalent of a bar. The humanoid alien approaches from the opposite side. Lance gives him a pointed nudge toward the tall, bright pink extraterrestrial and Keith stumbles forward.

“Greetings, red paladin,” it says through some weird mind-linky business that just creeps Keith the fuck out, to be quite frank. The alien has a sorta human-ish face, with green jewel-like eyes and silvery scales above them that act somewhat like eyebrows. Its voice is soothing and pleasant, but in the kind of way that having anesthetic injected into your spine might be–there’s a super invasive quality to it, and it makes Keith shudder.

He tries to school his expression into something open and welcoming, but judging by Lance’s ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me?’ glare, he’s doing a pretty piss-poor job.

“Uh… greetings. Have, um… have you met… er, Lance?”

He sweeps his arms in a wide arc to present the blue paladin, who quickly rearranges his ‘oh-my-God-you-have-failed-me-I-will-end-you’ look into a smarmy grin.

“Hello, beautiful,” he says with a wink, turning the smolder up to approximately one million and three.

The alien makes a tinkly sound that crawls like a bajillion tiny bugs’ legs under Keith’s skin. He isn’t able to suppress how he balks at the sensation of the telepathic link to which he did not give express consent.

“Is something wrong, red paladin?”

Keith clears his throat under Lance’s scrutiny. “Oh, uh, nothing! Nothing. Just, um, yeah, you’ve met Lance now. He’s uh… great?”

Lance elbows Keith harshly in the side and laughs nervously, one hand scratching at the back of his neck.

This is going just swimmingly.

The alien’s face just… doesn’t move. It’s weird. It doesn’t really have facial features that can show amusement, but that’s the emotion that pours over Keith’s head like a water balloon bursting and dripping along all his hair follicles. Urgh…

“Oh, I have heard many things about the great deeds of the paladins of Voltron,” the alien says straight into their brains. It’s just as uncomfortable as having a stranger whisper something WAY too close to your ear when you’re least expecting it.

Lance’s eyes are bulging a bit, as if he’s trying to slap Keith with his eyeballs. Keith can take a hint, he’s not THAT dense…

“Oh but I mean, Lance. Specifically. Is, er, great.”

The alien tilts their head-part to the side with a strange rolling movement that makes Keith feel a bit nauseous. Is Lance really trying to pick this alien up? Well, Keith had to hand it to him, the blue paladin certainly wasn’t completely shallow…

“He uh… he’s loyal. To a fault, sometimes. I mean, not to a fault-fault, he’s um… great, right?” Oh, great start, Kogane. Lance drags a hand down his face, and Keith licks his lips nervously before barrelling on. “He’s an incredible shot, I’ve never seen anyone so deadly precise. And he’s a real hero, okay? He would sacrifice himself to save a stranger without even thinking about it, because that’s the way he is. He loves harder than anyone I’ve ever met, which, I guess, is not that impressive because I’m… but I mean, that’s amazing, because I never thought it was possible to love people so much, you know? And I really never thought I’d ever feel that way about someone, either, but when we’ve just gotten back into the castle after almost dying, he’s the one person I’d want to see most. I thought it’d be Shiro, since before all this, he was probably the most important person in my life, but Lance is honestly the first one that comes to mind.”

He’s not really controlling what’s coming out of his mouth anymore, and he doesn’t dare look at Lance. He just hopes that this is what Lance wanted and that whatever happens, he’ll be happy.

“And Lance sings, too, and sometimes it makes me want to strangle him but he’s seriously really good. He sounds amazing. He dances too, when he feels like he’s surrounded by enough people that no one’s paying attention to him, but he’s pretty awesome at that too. He takes really good care of his skin, so he always smells nice. That’s… nice.”

The alien is still peering curiously at him. When is he allowed to stop?

“Um… he also always makes Pidge feel better when she misses her family, which I’m really grateful for because he’s sensitive to what other people need and he somehow knows how to fulfill it. He’s good at taking care of people. And listening. And he always prioritizes the rest of us before himself, because somehow it makes him happy that we’re okay? That’s amazing.”

He finally allows himself to look at Lance. The blue paladin’s face is blank. He swallows.

“He’s… amazing?”

It wasn’t meant to come out as a question, but it does and Keith mentally kicks himself for it. He was trying to sell this whole wingman act but he panicked and just went with the truth. Honesty was the best policy, right?

It’s silent for a really long time. Keith shifts his weight from foot to foot, staring down at the floor. He’s fucking terrible at this wingman thing, why the hell did Lance bring him along?!

“Holy shit,” Lance breathes from beside him. Keith’s eyes snap up to his face but quickly fall back down to the expanse of marble-like extraterrestrial rock between his feet. He doesn’t register the way Lance is looking at him.

The alien makes a “hm” sound in their minds that feels way too knowing. It walks away.

Keith is a failure.

“Lance, I’m shitty at this, I don’t know why you–”

“To make you jealous, dipshit,” Lance cuts in. Keith blinks at him.

“What?”

“I asked you to be my wingman so you’d be jealous of me making the moves on the aliadies,” Lance explains, and Keith wants to wrap his head around that but, “Did you actually just combine ‘alien’ and ‘ladies’ into one word?”

Lance shoots finger guns at him. Keith hates himself for how frantically it makes his heart flutter in his chest.

How is this his life?

“You’re an idiot.”

Lance grins and snakes an arm around Keith’s shoulders. His cheeks are flushed and damn, it’s pretty. Lance is so fucking attractive.

“Can I be your idiot?”

Blue, blue eyes burrowed right into Keith’s core.

“Uh… yeah?”

“Why do you keep turning statements into questions?”

“I… don’t know?”

“Oh my God, Keith…”

“Do you actually want to…? With me?”

Lance moves closer so the tips of their noses are touching, and he looks like he just has one giant cerulean eye with happy crinkles on both sides.

“Ever since you flew us to your desert shack on your hoverbike and I was either swooning really hard or my guts were literally trying to leave my body because of your risky fucking flying.”

“I knew exactly what I was doing,” Keith huffs defensively.

Lance laughs and grabs each of Keith’s hands in his own.

“So do I.”

Keith curses all the powers that be for his fair complexion because he can tell that Lance is fucking thrilled that he’s blushing.

“So,” Lance whispers after a few stuttering heartbeats, “have you met Lance?”

Keith laughs into the kiss that Lance swoops in and plants on his lips.

“Yeah. He’s a fucking idiot.”

“Hey!”


The alien watches from across the crowded celebration hall. How could humans be so oblivious and still be a viable species?

“So, you met the paladins?”

“They’re kind of dimwitted.”

“The green and yellow ones were able to repair our glimrax though.”

“…Perhaps this kind of stupidity is specific to the red and blue one, then.”

Happy Lance Month!! I firmly believe that while Keith is not the type of person to spill his guts to people or anything but I also think he’d be the type to sort of splutter and ramble when he’s really anxious, so… voila, zero verbal filter when he’s under pressure.

PS: This is a moment when you run out of ideas to write your daily Klance fics for Lance month and the bae comes in clutch! ;) <3 If you have any prompts/ideas, feel free to send them my way!

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The colour of your voice - lotspot - Les Misérables - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Enjolras/Grantare

Summary: Grantaire has been blind since they were 5. The only thing they can see are the colours in their mind when people speak.
Enjolras knows he’s stupidly attractive and is really sick of people only liking him for his looks.
Grantaire is shocked by the intensity of Enjolras’ colours.
Enjolras has somehow managed to miss that R is blind and thinks R’s crush is superficial and shallow.

The wildest misunderstanding ensues.

Notes: NB Grantaire, Trans Enjolras, Agender Joly. R is blind and has synaesthesia.

Based on my tags on @analcoholic-grantaire ‘s post

Piece of Cake

Warning: …cussin and waste of food, also unedited(raw draft)
a/n: oneshot drabble, jam fluff. Getting those writing juices flowin’
Summary: high school au/ hamilton
w/c: 3733

“Why the hell are we here?” Alexander groaned, he ran a hand down his tired face. He started to think back at the series of events that led him here. Where was here? Sitting at a long table for two in a Home Economics class. There were various cooking tools, bowls, a sink and small two burner stove top oven…and there was his partner. The bile began to rise up his throat and threatened to force a gag out of him. He glanced over at the purple bomber jacket wearing, big haired, facial hair on fleek idiot beside him. His partner sported a face of immense disinterest, his eyes on his phone as he scrolled with his thumb.

“Because you’re a fucking idiot who got us kicked out of Creative Writing.” Thomas responded with a hiss, he didn’t look up while he spoke to Alexander, he didn’t want to look at the face of the guy who placed him in this bullshit elective.

Honestly that was not how he remembered it going down at all. What he remembered was signing up for the Creative Writing class with his friends Aaron and Gilbert. His best friend John Laurens wasn’t a fan of writing and took on Aquatics as his elective. Alexander was more of an academic, though he tried his hand in sports. He was fairly good at wrestling but found it hard to maintain the proper weight/height ratio to stay in his class. He decided to follow Aaron in a more relaxed subject, one he knew he was well versed at as well. As for Gilbert…well he was in it because Mr. Washington was teaching the class.

Alexander only expected the best of the best to be there, Angelica Schuyler’s little sister Eliza was taking the class, as she did the year before. It was highly recommended after that. Alexander expected James Madison the kid who skipped two full grades to be there, he seemed to enjoy writing as well. What he didn’t expect was Thomas Jefferson to be there. Apparently he was some kid that moved away then moved back or some weird drama. He was popular when he left and even more so when rumors flooded in that he and Angelica were dating. 

Not. True.

He wasn’t a fan of someone who just waltzed into school like that. Alexander wasn’t popular…he tried and he was popular among his close friends. Most people found him annoying, the kid who got in trouble and still managed to get the grades. Kid who never shut up and pissed off nearly everyone. It took a certain kind of person to put up with him. “Maybe if you didn’t start talking shit I wouldn’t have thrown my book at you.” Alex growled back, remembering clearly that in the middle of his discussion, Thomas had clearly leaned over to Madison. He looked right at Alex and laughed right at him.

Thomas rolled his eyes, still not giving Alex the benefit of meeting his eye contact. “Please, you don’t even know I was talking about you and even if I was, someone who talks as much shit as you should be able to take it.” The dislike was mutual. Thomas was not a fan of popularity in the sense of having people flock him. He liked being admired from afar. Little knew but he was quite awkward around too many people, often leaning on the moral support of his friends like Madison. Alexander threw him off balance. He was boisterous and impossible to ignore, more importantly he brought out an ugly side to Thomas that no one had seen before.

“I can take the shit talking!” Alex yelled, earning a hush from their new elective teacher. Of course, it was bold face lie. Alexander could deal out some of the rudest, wittiest insults but the moment it was directed back at him he flew off the handle. In his mind, he had to have the last word, the last say, the last insult no matter what. He was in the middle of a great discussion when Thomas interrupted him. Sure throwing his book across the room and taking out Madison instead of Thomas was a bad idea. It would have been well worth it if he had hit Thomas instead. “No one told you to return fire…”

“You fucking socked James in the face with your book and gave him a nosebleed.”

“I said I was sorry.” Alex crossed his arms.

“After you complained about how your shot would have been perfect if it wasn’t for his, and I quote, ‘bulbous air brained head’” Alexander smirked to himself, it was a good time to use his word of the day. “Now thanks to you, James is stuck in the nurse’s office and the only other elective I get is Home Ec, stuck with you.”

The fight didn’t go over well with George. Who, as much as he loved Alexander as a student and a person, wanted him to learn a little restraint even when it came to those he had trouble tolerating. Alex felt personally attacked. He was Washington’s favorite, he was the cool new kid that everyone befriended. Then the ‘legend’ Thomas Jefferson, rich, snobby, basketball player comes back and everyone is up in arms. Angelica and Lafayette were apparently his friends first, George missed him since he coached the team. Even Aaron Burr spoke highly of Thomas. It was sickening. “Whatever lets just get this over with.”

The bell rang and Mrs.Adams began instruction they were to make a dish  that reminded them of home. The deep sentimentality made Alexander’s stomach churn. He had been through various foster homes, hopscotched around so many times the past was just a blur. That was another internal lie, he purposely tried to keep his past in the past. He looked over at Thomas. He was from the South or something, he remembered hearing that stupid twang in his voice. He probably wanted to make fried chicken or something. They were suppose to work together, other groups already started brainstorming while Thomas started taking out pots from the cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Alex watched as Thomas silently began to maneuver around him.

“I’m going to make my comfort food.” He answered, “Be a doll, and get me some cheese from the fridge.”

“This suppose to be a team thing, we didn’t discuss what we’re making.” Alex ignored his instructions. Thomas rolled his eyes and went to get the items himself. Fine,if that was how he was going to play it. Alexander went to the back and grabbed a large, clear, cylindrical container of ground up coffee.

He returned just as Thomas was filling up a pot with sink water. “What are You doing?”

“I’m going to make my comfort food.” Alexander echoed in a mocking voice, it was hard to mock Thomas’s voice. It was low and rumbly but not at all gritty. It was…smooth and low, like dark chocola–

“We can’t make two different foods, we can only turn in one.” Thomas glared as Alexander popped the container open and started measuring out a few cups of ground coffee. “Coffee isn’t even a fucking food, you dunderhead.” 

“Doll, now Dunderhead, what are you fifty?” Thomas was old fashion, his tastes were dated and so was were his insults apparently. “Hm, then I guess whoever finishes first gets to turn in our assignment.” Alex mused watching Thomas’s dark eyes narrow at him. They shared a silent moment, which was rare, nothing but glares and shallow breathing before they broke away and furiously went to cooking. Racing to be the other.

Thomas turned and dumped all of the pasta in the water before it was boiling. Alex went and started practically throwing cups of flour into the bowl with his coffee. A puff of flour rose from his bowl and dusted itself onto Thomas’s jacket sleeve. “Fucking watch it slob.” He tore off his jacket and revealed intensely toned biceps and a tight tshirt that hugged his wide chest. Alexander clenched his jaw unable to repress the small wave of shock. Thomas felt eyes on him and looked down. Alexander was glaring a hole into Thomas ‘s arm. “Take a picture, it lasts longer” He purred.

The shorter student felt a rage. The same violent rage he felt when he heard Thomas laugh at him. That stupid, soft, bell like laugh that was warm and light, completely contradicting what Hamilton assumed his laugh would sound like. With no book to throw and no time to waste, Alex eyed the open bag of flour that was between him and Jefferson. In midmix he elbowed the back and watched it flop over all over Thomas’s side of the table. “Whoops.” Alex smiled, the flour trickled off the side of the table down to Thomas’s fancy oxfords.

His southern attitude shined as he sucked his teeth and rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Thomas kicked off some of the excess flour from his feet and looked over at Alex. He waited until he was measuring cups of milk and just as he began to Thomas nudged his arm causing him to spill out of the bowl and onto himself. “Whoops~”

“You, fuckin’” Alex turned and was met by a flour covered hand smearing the white dust all over his face.

“Good look for you, Hamilton, ever considered wearing makeup to cover up those baby hairs on your chinny-chin-chin?” Thomas smirked, insulting the only thing that kept the strangely rosy, baby faced Hamilton from looking overly feminine. Thomas went back to stirring the pasta now that the water was now in a rolling boil. Hamilton angrily wiped his face, getting only some of the flour off his skin. He looked down at the batter he was making and smirked.

“Thomas…” Alexander cooed, sickly sweet. Falsely sweet but it sent a strange sensation down Thomas’s spine. He turned his head cautiously and noticed Alexander was still covered in flour. Ha. He smirked but it started to fade when he tried to read Alex’s expression. It was soft, no smile, cheeks flared. He was slightly disarmed, long enough for Alex to lean forward. Thomas’s nervous and awkward tendencies started to shine as he backed up, slightly gawk like expression in his eyes. Hamilton, confident as always, got so close their chests bumped. And fast as a whip, Thomas’s well maintained facial hair was slapped by Alex. He felt a wet, goop on his face. “I think coffee cake batter is a good shade for you.”

Jefferson frantically shoved Alex aside, his bowl in his hand, as he hogged the sink. Alex lost control of his bowl and his batter went flying all over the floor. Thomas ran out water over his face. He made quick work of the cake mix before it made him break out.

A livid Alexander who’s “hard work” was now splattered on the ground walked over to the sink. He pressed his thumb against the faucet hole and the water pressure exploded as a stream of water aimed at Thomas’s wild, mane like hair. “You missed a spot”

Thomas shook his head, his curls now hung low heavy from being dampened. “So did you!” He grabbed Alexander by the collar and held him up a few inches off the ground.

“BOYS” Mrs. Adams glared at them. “I hope you two have your dish done in the next thirteen minutes…or else you will both not only be failed, it will be a trip to Principal King’s office!”

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Fake SP7 headcannons:

-James was previously involved in gang/criminal activity. But he only ever mentions it cryptically, so no one is really sure. It’s safer to just leave it be.

-Steven and Cib had no previous illegal involvement. Unless you count Cib’s nonstatus as a citizen.

-Alfredo just showed up as a “freelancer.” They’ve yet to pay him. He just shows up with cash for them and they know better than to question it because they have great business sense.

-No one is entirely sure what Alfredo does. Period.

-No one has ever seen Alfredo’s real face.

-No one ever invites Jeremy. He just shows up. They’ve only ever contacted him to dispose of stuff. Like bodies.

-For some fucking reason people keep offering jobs to James. He once stayed with Bruce at Fakehaus for a month before Steve got him to come back.

-Whatshisface Andrew is actually not wanted by any government officials. He just told them that to get street cred. In an odd turn of events his face is almost identical to that of an actual criminal on the run from the law.

-Autumn is actually nearly deaf and told them that when she was hired. It still took them months to figure it out and buy her a damn hearing aide.

-Autumn consistently loses said hearing aide.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a drabble with Jack being an aggressive cuddler? Like he'll be dead ass asleep and start yanking Rhys around like a rag doll and it eventually becomes the only way Rhys can tell that Jack is actually sleeping well.

One aggressive cuddler Jack coming up!

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The first time it happened, Rhys was pretty sure he was going to die.

Okay, well, maybe he was exaggerating, but when you’re violently being jerked around on your bed in the middle of the night, logic tends to escape you. 

He remembered letting out an indignant squeak as he was suddenly grabbed around the waist and jerked violently from his side of the bed and rolled atop of Jack–the culprit behind his rude awakening. Rhys had puffed out in shaky anger, looking down at Jack and expecting to see those eyes flashing with mirth and those lips curled into a smirk, but instead he saw Jack’s peacefully sleeping face. Rhys had leaned in, touching noses to Jack as he’d studied his expression, but nope–Jack had been sleeping as soundly as Rhys had ever seen him. 

Since then, it’s happened a couple of times. Rhys will be sleeping, or staying up late to check a couple of things on the ECHOnet, only to be interrupted as Jack suddenly throws out his arms and latches himself around Rhys, tugging him in for some aggressive cuddles and usually ending anything Rhys is trying to do, be it work or getting in a decent amount of uninterrupted sleep.

Initially annoying, Rhys soon comes to appreciate the nature of these manic cuddle sessions. He notices that on these nights Jack is less likely to thrash away in a desperate attempt to chase away the throes of nightmares. When his arms are bound tightly around Rhys’, cheek pressed up against the young man’s chest, he tends to sleep throughout the entire night without being disturbed by the visions that haunt his tired brain. As soon as the initial shock of these cuddling episodes wears off, Rhys melts into a smile, carding his fingers through Jack’s messy hair until, he too, falls asleep. 

At the end of it all, Rhys is very willing to be at the mercy of Jack’s cuddling if it means his lover is sleeping soundly for once.