echoing the sound

thejojosanctuary  asked:

Echoes, Cinderella and Scary Monsters for the stand name ask thing! ^^

I already did Cinderella so I’ll give that one a miss! 

Echoes: Your favourite sound? 

Listen man I’m that loser who listens to ASMR while writing I like so many sounds- this is going to sound weird- I really like the sound of skin on skin like slowly rub your hands together while holding them closer to your ear- that! I also LIVE for heels clacking on a marble floor like yessss step on me

Scary Monsters: Your favourite dinosaur?

NOOOOOOo I can’t remember it’s name but it looks like a TINY T-rex and runs real quick! It does a big fast Edit: the sin bae has now informed me that I was thinking of a velociraptor, thank u bb

Thank you for asking


So I found someone who uploaded a track from the new echos game, taken from the JP website to promote the game

And holy  shit.

Sent me a jjba stand name!

Star Platinum – Your thoughts on the stars?

Magician’s Red – Do you know any magic tricks?

Hermit Purple – Show a photo of yourself!

Hierophant Green – What’s your favourite shade of green?

Silver Chariot (Requiem) – How much sleep do you need on average?

The Fool – Tell us a joke!

The World -  A place you want to visit?

Crazy Diamond – What do you treasure the most?

The Hand – Do you like your hands?

Echoes – Your favourite sound?

Heaven’s Door – Share a secret!

Killer Queen – How would you like to die?

Bad Company – What kind of character trades do you dislike?

Red Hot Chili Pepper – Can you handle spicy food?

The Lock – Anything you feel guilty about right now?

Love Deluxe – Are you secretly in love with someone right now?

Pearl Jam – Your signature dish?

Achtung Baby – Do you want kids?

Harvest – Do you pick up coins in from the street?

Cinderella – Which part of your body do you like the most?

Atom Heart Father – How is your relationship with your father?

Enigma – What is puzzling you currently?

Earth Wind and Fire – What’s the best classical element?

Stray Cat – Cats or dogs?

Gold Experience – A precious experience you have not shared with your followers?

Sticky Fingers – Zippers or buttons?

Moody Blues – A song that makes you sad?

Sex Pistols – Have you ever shot a gun or riffle?

Aerosmith – Are you afraid of flights?

Purple Haze – What makes you really anrgy?

Spice Girl – Your favourite spice?

King Crimson – Is it possible to predict the future?

Black Sabbath – How easily do you trust people?

Man in the Mirror – Do you like looking into the mirror?

Beach Boy – Have you ever been fishing?

The Grateful Dead – What do you want to be remembered for?

White Album – Your favourite CD?

Talking Head – Are you a good liar?

Baby Face – Your thought on babies?

Metallica – Do you like listening to metal?

Green Day – Ideal way to spend a day off?

Oasis – Best place for a holiday?

Stone Free – Are you a indoor or outdoor person?

Kiss – Who would you like to kiss or get a kiss from?

Burning Down the House – Ever destroyed something and then regretted it?

Foo Fighters – Your favourite drink?

Diverdown – Your thoughts on diving?

C-Moon – What would you do for your friend’s sake?

MadeinHeaven – What do you believe happens after you died?

Weather Report – Your favourite weather?

Whitesnake – Your thoughts on snakes/reptiles?

Tusk – Tea or coffee?

Ball Breaker – Your favourite ball game?

Oh! Lonesome Me – Do you feel lonely right now?

Scary Monsters – Your favourite dinosaur?

Cream Starter – Do you usually wear make up?

Catch the Rainbow – Your favourite colour in the rainbow?

Ticket to Ride – What was the last ticket you bought for?

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap – Do you believe in the multiverse?

In a Silent Way – Do you enjoy complete silence?

Soft & Wet – Shower or bath?

Paisley Park – How good are you with reading maps/directions?

Nut King Call – How good are you at assembling/constructing things like Ikea furniture?

Paper Moon King – Can you do any origami?

King Nothing – Your favourite smell?

BornThisWay – A strange habit you have?

Les Feulies – Your favourite plant?

Fun Fun Fun – Something you really enjoy doing?

California King Bed – What size is your bed?

(add more stands/questions if you like)

“the raven cycle” as florence and the machine songs

blue sargent: my boy builds coffins

My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say its a blessing, some say its a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same

richard gansey the iii: between two lungs

It was trapped between two lungs
And my running feet could fly
Each breath screaming
“We are all too young to die" 

adam parrish: rabbit heart

You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough?
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?… I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice

ronan lynch: drumming song

I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
But as the water fills my mouth
It couldn’t wash the echoes out
I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
Till there’s nothing left inside my soul

noah czerny: third eye

Cause there’s a hole where your heart lies
And I see can it with my third eye
And though my touch, it magnifies

henry cheng: which witch

I’m not beat up by this yet
You can’t tell me to regret
Been in the dark since the day we met
Fire, help me to forget

blue/gansey: cosmic love, long & lost

i. I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

ii. Without your love I’ll be
So long and lost, are you missing me?
You wonder why it is that I came home
I figured out where I belong

ronan/adam: howl, hardest of hearts

i. Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
A man who’s pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

ii. There is love in your body but you can’t hold it in
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

the raven cycle: dog days are over, breath of life, you’ve got the love, all this and heaven too

i. Run fast for your mother run fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

ii. To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the start and the end
But all the choirs in my head sang no

iii. Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough
And things go wrong no matter what I do
Now and then it seems that life is just too much
But you’ve got the love I need

iv. And the heart is hard to translate
It has a language of it’s own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs
And prayers and proclamations in the grand days
Of great men and the smallest of gestures

Hear Your Heart (M)

Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid!au

Word Count: 11k 

Summary:  You really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put up in front of others.

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Tome of Truths
  • Tome of Truths
  • Tomis JB
  • Warhammer editing

(a sort of POV sound experience, simulating being in the crowd of astartes during the Ritual and Responses, Tome of Truths. A bit of a simple edit to try out some ideas, enjoy!)

Without the Dark, there can be no Light,
We have purpose
Without the Lie, there can be no Truth,
We have purpose
Without the War, there can be no Victory,
We have purpose
Without the Death, there can be no sacrifice,
We have purpose
Without the Hope there can be no Future,
We have purpose
Without the Loyalty there can be no one chapter,
We have purpose
Without the Emperor, there is nothing,…
And we would have no purpose

The One Where Its Not Jace

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: It had been years since you fell for Alec but lately it seemed like everyone was trying to get you two together. When Alec finally admits he likes you, you can’t manage to get the words out but things take a funny turn when you lose a bet during training. 

A/N: ahhh alec fans, this ones for you 💝

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

“Alec?” you whisper, pushing his door open. A long creaking sound echoes does the hall way and you cringe as it continues to do so each inch you push the door open.

Alec appears in the doorway, “What are you doing here?” he asks, his face stuck in a frown.

“Isabelle said you wanted to see me?”

Alec looks at you, confused and you sigh.

Isabelle knew you had fallen head over heels for Alec the moment you had met him and once again you had fallen into one of her traps in which she tried to set you both up.

“Never mind,” you grumble, starting to walk away and Alec pulls you inside by your arm, shutting the door and pressing you against it. He holds a finger up to his lips.

“Someone’s coming,” he whispers as someone knocks on the door.

“Alec, you in there?” you hear Jace’s voice from the other side of the door and Alec relaxes, attempting to open the door before you shake your head.

“What?” he mouths the words.

“Jace can’t know I’m here,” you hiss and Alec raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, “Why?”

“He just can’t,” you whisper. You knew if Jace saw you he would make some stupid joke about you and Alec and then there was no way Alec wouldn’t catch on.

“I’m just getting changed,” Alec calls out, pushing you into his closet before opening his door.

“I thought I heard you talking to someone,” Jace states, looking around as Alec shakes his head.

“Figured y/n would be in here,” he turns to face Alec whose eyes widen, “Why would you think that?”

“Izzy told me.”

“Why would she think that?”

“I think she sent y/n here, another failed attempt I suppose.”

You feel your breathe hitch in your throat, “Please don’t ask, please don’t ask, please don’t ask,” you mumble to yourself.

“Failed attempt at what?”

Jace stares at Alec as though he’s oblivious, “You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

Jace sighs, flopping onto Alec’s bed, “The girl is totally in love with you.”

“No she’s not!” Alec laughs before Jace gives him a knowing look. Alec’s eyes travel towards his closet where you were standing.

“Well, do you like her back?” Jace asks, sitting up.

Alec swallows hard, “I- I, uhh-“

You push the closet open, not wanting to hear his answer and speed out the door, everything become a blur in your attempt to get away from them.


“Y/N,” you hear Alec’s heavy breathing behind you as you rush into your room, trying to shut your door but Alec is too strong.

He walks in, Jace following behind him.

“Get out!” you toss a pillow at them and they both dodge it, stifling laughter.

“Oh, just tell him already. It’s getting painful to watch,” Jace scoffs and you shake your head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Y/N…” Alec starts and you shake your head. You had seen the hesitation on his face when Jace had asked him about his feelings for you. You knew there was no way he felt the same.

“Alec, it’s not you that I like. It’s Jace,” you sigh and Jace’s eyes widen.

“That’s ridiculous,” he laughs and you shrug, “Well I guess you don’t feel the same way.”

I’m dating Clary,” he reminds you.

Oh, yeah. Well that’s too bad. I’m heart broken, really,” you inhale sharply, “Now can you both get out so I can cry myself to sleep.”

Alec and Jace awkwardly stumble out and you shut the door behind them, “Fuck,” you mumble as you fall back onto your bed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

After a good hour of feeling sorry for yourself, you pull yourself up, pulling your clothes over your head and searching for pyjama’s so you could go to bed and just forget this night happened.


You spin around to find Alec in the doorway and he quickly puts a hand over his eyes. You scramble to pull a t-shirt and shorts on.

“It’s okay, you can look now,” you sigh and he looks at you embarrassedly.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay after what happened with Jace,” he smiles warmly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

You sit beside him, “I’ll live.”

“I didn’t even know you liked him. Is that why you didn’t want him to see us together? So he wouldn’t get the wrong idea?”

You nod slowly; it was an unintentional coincidence but it made a perfect cover story.

“So when – what – I mean, what exactly made you like him?”

You paused for a moment, thinking about all the things you liked about Alec instead, “I don’t know – it was just the moment I saw him. Trying to protect everyone - trying to do the right thing no matter how much it hurt him,” you pause, not wanting to say too much in fear of Alec realizing you were talking about him.

“Why didn’t you tell him sooner? Maybe if you had, it would’ve been you and not Clary.”

“I was too scared. Why would someone like that ever want someone like me?”

Alec stares at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Hey,” he whispers softly, “Anyone would be lucky to have you love them.”

You shake your head.

“Trust me. It’s those who you don’t love that are unlucky. And they feel that pain every day.”

“Name one,” you laugh.

Me,” he states, swallowing hard.


“This may be the stupidest thing I ever do, but I need to tell you this,” he begins, wringing his hands as he speaks, “I like you, like a lot, and I – I didn’t think to tell you. There’s been so much going on since Clary arrived, it never felt like the right time. But the same way you felt about Jace when you first saw him – that’s how I felt about you. And I can’t risk doing what you did. I don’t think I could stand seeing you with someone else without you knowing how I feel.”

You stare at him in awe and he begins to blush, “I get it if you don’t feel the same. I mean I know you don’t- I was there when you talked to Jace but just – just think about it. Think about me.”

Alec stands up abruptly, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans as he starts to walk away before you can say another word.


You barely get any sleep and by the time it’s 5am you give and decide to go practice your combat skills rather than roll around in bed, half excited and half unsure of what to do. You wanted to tell Alec you felt the exact same way but for some reason the words just wouldn’t come out. Just like they’d never been able to.

“Hey,” you hear Alec’s voice as he catches up to you.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes, “Thought I’d get in some traininGLDKJA-AHHHH,” you yawn halfway through and Alec chuckles.

“In that?” he looks you up at down, and you feel embarrassed as you look down to see you’re still in your pyjamas. You didn’t think anyone would be awake; let alone Alec.

“I could still kick your ass in this,” you nudge him playfully.

“We’ll see,” he retorts before pausing, “Why don’t we make it interesting?”


“If I win – you let me take you out on a proper date; you give me a chance.”

“And if I win?”

“Well, that’s up to you,” he shrugs.


“Wait- what happens if you win?”

“You stay still for a minute,” you whisper.

“What does that mean?” he asks and you shrug, “You’ll see.”

Alec grimaces just thinking about it; you had kicked his ass on many occasions and he wondered if you were going to make him stay still through some really painful headlock or something.

You sparred for a good 20 minutes before you both started taking serious swings at each other but you of course won, knocking Alec on his ass and pinning him down despite him being fairly larger than you.

“Alright, alright,” he laughs as you straddle him, your sword at his neck. You retreat it, tossing it aside and Alec attempts to sit up.

You shake your head, “You lost.”

Alec nods, putting his head back on the floor before inhaling deeply and laying still.

You yourself were way too nervous but you couldn’t help yourself; you knew if not now, you would never be able to tell Alec how you felt.

Alec’s eyes widen as you move closer to his face, pressing your lips against his. He tangles his fingers in your hair and you let out a soft moan before he flips the two of you around, pinning you to the floor this time. As he pulls away, he hovers over you before his eyes widen and he stumbles backwards, landing on his ass.

“So much for staying still,” you laugh and Alec looks embarrassed.

“Why did you do that?”

“The one I like – it’s not Jace,” you laugh.

“Oh,” Alec grins at you and you pout, “Though, how badly did you really want to go on a date with me? You didn’t even try!”

Alec smirks at you, “I didn’t want to hurt you…”

“Oh really?” you giggle as he stands up, holding out a hand to help you up.

As you take it, he pulls you swiftly up and against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I would never,” he whispers, pulling you back onto his lips.

“That’s too bad. If you had, you might be going on a date with me.”

“We can still go on a date,” he mumbles against your lips, “I don’t go out with losers,” you whisper back, smiling.

“If this is what the loser gets, I’ll lose every single time.”


Summary: Just some quick fun with Bucky during one of Tony’s parties. Told from Bucky’s POV 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, nsfw, smut from the start, unprotected sex, Bucky teasing

Word Count: under 500

A/N: This is my first time writing in a characters POV who isn’t the reader, thoughts??


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driving all nature

for my bae @totheverybestoftimesjohn <3 (also, sorry)

The moon shines like a spotlight on the ripples. The end of the game. The final act.

John knows what’s coming. He’s already shivering.

He clutches at the jagged rock wall. He knows it’s useless. It’s fifty feet high, and his hands scrabble at the sharp pebbles, slashing feeling into his frozen skin. The water’s up to his waist, and only rising.

John looks up, but the moonlight blinds him. He thinks he hears a shout, maybe a gunshot, but the well makes sound echo into something indiscriminate. Sherlock’s up there somewhere, but he can’t see him.

He can hear him though.

He can still hear him.

“I love you.”

Those three words. That’s it. Three words, not even spoken to him but to his reflection, though there was no doubt in John’s mind who they were for. Three words he’d spent days and nights imagining in that voice, and still been unprepared. Still couldn’t have imagined how he would breathe them out like the most blessed of prayers and the most sacred of confessions.

“I love you.”

Everything after that had been a blur – a gunshot, a shattering of glass, a frantic attempt at escape scrambling over the rocks, and before he knew it a searing blow to the back of his skull, then darkness. Then the water, and the moon.

It’s up to his chest now, sparkling silver, and John can feel his breath coming in deep sharp blasts, trying to push out his stone-cold lungs.

“Oh God,” escapes from his lips of its own free will. “Oh God, oh God oh God oh God…”

His hand shakes on the rock.

He’s going to die here.

The realization doesn’t make his heart pound, or scream at him out of his rattling mind. It just makes the water cut deeper under his skin, a tiny little knives of ice burrowing into his every pore and all remaining air squeezing itself from him.


He’d tried to shout, but the stone barely echoes back the whisper that comes out of him. His face is wet now too – warmer though, tears – and his throat is closing up.

The patterns of moonlight on the water flicker and waver as they rise up to his shoulders. John hates the way his eyes are drawn to them, the way they morph themselves into hearth fires and gentle warmth, the way the ripples pattern out the familiar walls of Baker Street, the way the swish and slosh of the rising tide creeps into John’s ears as soft violin strings and a low, reverent whisper, three words, over and over and over again…

An ear-splitting crack shoots its way down the well, and John raises his eyes to the heavens.


He’s not even sure if he makes any sound.

The water’s up to his neck.

Two cups of tea melt away from the sitting room table.

Up to his chin.

The sun streaming in through the windows switches off.

John takes a deep breath.

The smiling blue eyes vanish into the darkness.

The water paralyzes John. It’s so cold. His skin sings with a thousand needles of pain but he has to fight through it, he has to try, he has to stay afloat ….

“I love you.”

He pushes himself off the ground, arms flailing for air.

He can’t reach it.

“I love you.”

Panic seizes him at last, making him scream.

“I love you.”

John’s lungs fill with water.

Sherlock drops his gun and his breath explodes out of him.

That’s it. It’s over. Moriarty’s body tumbled off the cliff, the ghost of a laugh still on his upturned lips. Again. Sherlock didn’t stay to see it fall.

Moriarty gone, Smith gone, the woman known as Mary Morstan gone. Sherlock spares no thought for any of them


They’d hit him over the head, one of his men, the burly one, and Sherlock only just had time to see him fall before he was wrenched back to Moriarty, hadn’t seen what they’d done with him –

“John!” He screams again into the dark. He climbs over the rocks, and the moon answers only with a sickening white light.

Sherlock’s eyes dart over the landscape, shadows, all shadows, no light, no sound, just the dim ripple of waves reflecting the silence –

Ripples. Moonlight. The well.


He stumbles on his way to the edge of it, tearing the knees of his trousers and letting the rocks bite into his palms as he clutches the edge, and he can barely see past the blinding mirror of moonlight but the water is spilling calmly over the sides and there’s a shock of ghostly pale among the blackness that no waves could ever obscure.

Oh God, no.

In an instant Sherlock is tearing off his coat and jacket and diving in headfirst.

The cold knocks all sense of direction from him for a moment and his mind whirls to remember which way John was – he can’t see anything, can’t hear, can only feel, and that’s fading fast. His heart is still in his chest. Maybe its stopped. Sherlock doesn’t care. He tears and claws at the water until his hands land on fabric, on skin, and then he’s wrapping his arms around a strong chest and hauling up, up, up.

He’s heavy. Waterlogged. Limp. Sherlock is dimly surprised at his own strength for a split second. His head breaks the surface and he sucks in air and with every ounce of anything left in him he pushes John up onto the rocks and crawls up after him.


He cups John’s face in his hand. Skin too cold.


Lips blue. Not breathing.


And now Sherlock’s heart explodes in panic.

He strips John’s jacket open and presses down on his chest, hard.

“Come on, John…”

He counts the compressions with each of his own gasping breaths. One, two, three, up to thirty, and John’s still not breathing.

“No, no, John, no no no no no no…”

Sherlock touches his lips to John’s for the first time.

“Please, John, please…” he whimpers.

Chest compressions again, thirty beats, with steady hands, and another breath into his lungs that feels like a dagger in Sherlock’s heart because this is all wrong, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, it was supposed when they were safe, when they were finally home, when they were warm and together and John had had a chance to say it back…

“John, John, no, don’t do this, please don’t do this, please please oh God please…”

He can’t feel the crack in his voice or the tears dripping down onto John’s already-soaked skin, but he can feel the chill creeping up in his throat, ready to strangle him.

“Don’t go,” he whispers between John’s lips. “Please, don’t go, don’t leave me here.” His hands pound frantically on John’s chest. He can’t feel his heartbeat. “Please don’t die, please please don’t die, I love you, I love you, John, I love you, I love you, don’t go, please don’t go, I love you…”

Sherlock’s hands cradle John’s face, and he bends to kiss him properly.

“I love you.”

Three words, bursting in a sob from his frail lungs into John’s.

Suddenly he seizes under Sherlock’s hands. Spine arching. Pale skin stretching and furrowing.

Water splashes Sherlock’s lips.

John coughs and shudders, and Sherlock breaks himself out of his frozen shock and pulls him to roll over. He gasps and moans, nearly retches, empties his lungs, and breathes.

Tears spill afresh from Sherlock’s eyes.

“John?” he barely gasps, a hand on his shaking shoulders.

John convulses once more, then steadies, pulling in deep, uneven breaths.

“This isn’t…” John wheezes, and his hands are still trembling, but his eyes find Sherlock’s in the darkness, and somehow they still manage to shine. “This isn’t how I imagined you kissing me.”

And there’s a joy in his half-drowned face that makes Sherlock stop shivering as a half-laugh, half-sob bursts from his throat.

He can’t tell who moves first, because all that matters is that the next moment he’s holding John against his chest, gripping desperately at his soaked jacket as John buries his face in Sherlock’s neck.

“I love you,” Sherlock whispers again, because he’s said it now and he’s said it finally and he never wants to stop. “I’ve always loved you.”

It’s all he can hear, whispered back to him against his trembling lips, a chorus of I love you I love you I love you as John kisses him like he was always meant to.  

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Isaac x Reader

Requested by Anon

You and the betas worked at tackling Derek to the floor, you seemed to help them, giving them a confidence boost that they didn’t have before Derek had invited you along.

“You could be gentler.” You snapped when Erica smacked into the wall behind you.

“You could help me train them instead of coddling them.” Derek bit back and you shook your head, heading over to an immobile Isaac to see if he was ok.

“You ok?” You asked gently and ruffled his hair.

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Bloomtale - Chapter 12 - Kaitogirl - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 12 is up!!! And so, Snowdin starts… maybe? :D

For those who can’t access AO3 or just don’t want to do it, the chapter is pasted under this sexy cut!!!

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CS JJ Day 29: Hearth

Summary: In which Emma is always cold, and Killian is always warm.

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut, angst

Words: ~6k

Notes: Much love and gratitude to the organizers at @csjanuaryjoy! Inspired by a prompt from @seethelovelyintheworld, who requested a fic where Emma is cold and Killian is warm, and by the beautiful sketch she drew, which you may find below.  Also tagging @icecubelotr44.

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It’s only when she’s taken everything out of the satchel twice – packing it carefully back in after the first, and tearing it right back out – that Emma allows herself to pout. She treats Neverland like a place of action. Whenever she’s still, it’s a place of mourning, eternal youth and sorrows, and she can’t hardly stand it. Can’t hardly sleep either. There are sounds echoing through the forest – grating, unnatural noises that belong in the winding, industrial alleys of poorly kept city blocks.

That, and she’s sure she’s never been this cold in her life. So she searches for the sweater she’d brought along, with no luck.

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“What can I call you?” - Kim Jongdae


Your voice echoed through the line. No sounds came out of the other line. It wasn’t a big deal, you had plenty of people hang up on you on this line. That was part of the job, being a sex operator and all. It was your job to turn on the customers and go along with every single little thing they wanted you to do. But there were customers that would call, and back out last minute. I guess it was kind of embarrassing to talk dirty through the phone.

You flipped over on your bed, looking at the time you had waited for a sound from the guy on the other line. 2 minutes. You had lost another customer, but at least you would get paid for the two minutes of static silence.

Just as you were about to hit the disconnect button, a soft voice came through the line. If you had had music on like usual you would have completely missed what he had said.

“Hello? Are you there?”

You settled yourself into the sheets around you. Now the breathing on the other side of the line was obvious and you could tell he was actually waiting on the phone. This was the part you hated, hearing the voice and trying to play a game inside of your head in how the mystery man in the other line looked like. But it was something you would never find out. Did it bother you? Yeah. But this was the easiest job you could even think of. And you enjoyed it fully.

“Yes hun. I’m here! I’m y/n! I heard from your voice message that your name is Jongdae. Is that correct?” You asked, trying not to sound too happy or compassionate. For some reason your head spun with the awkwardness that was on the line. Another minute passed before he answered.

“I’m sorry. I’m not alone right now. My roommates are down stairs..But yes, my name is Jongdae. Is there any chance we can make this quick?” You had to stop yourself from laughing at the desperate tone in the voice of the male on the other line. It wasn’t odd to hear but this was a new scenario for you. A male calling while his roommates were only a flight of stairs away. He did know this was a sex line right? That involved talking?

“The quickness depends on you, sweetie.” You said a hint of cockiness in your voice. You could hear his breath come out in a puff on the line and you could only assume that he was smiling. Which made a smile in turn come to your features.

“Then I guess it won’t be too quick.” He replied without hesitation making a chill shoot down your body. This is where your favorite part came in. Where the male on the line was obviously interested in it, but still in the getting there stage. You got to know a few things to help along the process.

Without bringing the phone away from your face, you reached down to play with the sensitive skin on your sides and neck. Trying to get yourself in the mood not only with the words from the male.

“Are you saying you last long, Jongdae? I’m sure girls love that aspect of you. Is there anything you would like me to call you?”

He voice came out silky and much different than what it was just a minute ago. “Call me sir, and please. No more of this getting to know you bullshit. I want to hear you.”

You head raced. Not with hormones or anything of attraction but you couldn’t figure out the guy on the other line. Not many customers got you thinking this much, and honestly since this was so anonymous most nights you found yourself in sweats in a tee aimlessly moaning into a line just to make money. No meaning behind it at all. Sometimes if you were really lazy for the money you would put on a soundtrack of moans and run your vibrator. That’s just how your sex line went.

But Jongdae? Even the sound of his voice coming through the line made your legs clenched shut a little. “Do you want to hear me touch myself sir? Do you want me to moan out your name as I play with my pretty tight pussy?”

A soft moan, followed by the obvious sound of a zipper coming down on the other end of the line. Your heart sped up a bit as you hurried to shimmy out of your pants. “That’s exactly what I want you to do kitten. I want to hear ever little perfect moan that can come from your pretty lips. Let sir hear how he’s turned you on just with his voice.”

For once you followed the commands that came through the line. The thick tone of the male making you want to do much more than just moan in a phone for him. Your fingers easily slipped past the boundaries of your panties, running soft circles into your sensitive nub. Moans fell off your lips at an alarming rate. You found yourself actually enjoying the call for once.

“That’s a good little kitten. Do your fingers feel good? I want you to be louder sweetie. Tell me exactly how you feel right now. Do you wish that those fingers of yours could be replaced by my cock?” Your heart dropped, beads of sweat forming on your hairline at his words. This was a completely different guy you thought you were talking to in the beginning.

This is where the imagination from the beginning comes in. What did this guy look like? How would his hands feel running over your skin? How would his lips feel on your bare skin? Would his hands be rough enough to handle you? Thoughts got the best of you and your pitch got higher. You slipped a few fingers past your entrance, delicately curling them upwards.

“Ah, sir.” You were lucky words could even come out at this point. “I would much rather have my pussy clenching around your cock. I want to pleasure you sir. With my mouth, my hands, with my whole being. Would you like that? Someone that would submit to you completely? Huh sir?” The breathing on the other line got labored and you could tell he had been going at it the whole time you were talking. You didn’t give him the chance to reply before your thoughts got the best of you.

“I’m so wet for you sir. I want to feel your cock pounding into me as I moan out your name.I want to feel your rough hands grabbing onto my hips..” Your moans covered up the rest of your words as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming and quickly at that.

His moans were much more prominent than before and you could tell he was getting close. “You have such a filthy mouth kitten. Believe me you would be getting a punishment if I was there for being so dirty. Are you close kitten? I wanna hear those sweet moans as you cum.”

You unconsciously nodded your head as to his words, speeding up your fingers, chasing your release. “Yes, sir. I’m cumming.” Your whole body shook as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami. Flashes of white bursting like fireworks behind your eyelids. You could tell from the sounds I’m the other line that he as well had hit his high and was riding it out the same time as you.

The line gathered silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “What did you say your name was again?” You giggled, wiping some sweat from your skin. “Y/n? If we ever see each other, let’s act like this didn’t happen.” You chuckle. You had never met a client outside of the line and you hoped you never did. With that you were both saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

But for the next few days his voice rattled in your head from time to time. It never really disappeared. Which was odd, and less pleasing than you thought it would be.

A few weeks later you sat a couple rows back in your first lecture of the new semester. Familiar faces surrounded you but some were completely new to you. But you could tell from how many were not new that this class was going to be a good one for the semester.
A unfamiliar good looking face stared you down from an above row and you found your self curious so you stood to go introduce yourself. As he saw you approaching him he stood to greet you, bowing slightly. You stopped him and smiled. “I’m y/n! Nice to meet you! What can I call you?”
Just by the look on his face you knew something was wrong. His eyes widened and you noticed him smirking slightly. What was up with him. One word came out of his mouth and you found yourself in the same state of shock.


It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 5)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 3,466
Author’s Note: I worked on this story nonstop for 3 days, so it’s weird finishing it up. Thank you to everyone who loved reading this as much as I loved writing it. (Eck, I hope this ending is satisfying enough for you!) 


Jungkook takes the stairs up two at a time, the pounding of his sneakers against the steps the only sound echoing off the narrow walls of plaster. His backpack clumps awkwardly against his shoulder from his little hops, but he doesn’t care. He’s just finished up a 2 hour long study session with his professor and to say that he was exhausted beyond belief would be an understatement.

Pausing only momentarily to take a breath upon reaching the landing, Jungkook makes his way down the hallway. He’s been here enough times to know exactly how many steps it takes to reach Namjoon’s apartment, most of his movements done unconsciously now.

He readjusts the earphones in his ear as he fishes out the phone from his back pocket to stroll through music playlist, his feet moving on their own accord.

Jungkook doesn’t know how he knows exactly when he reaches Namjoon’s apartment (given that he doesn’t even remember the exact number corresponding to Namjoon’s living quarters), but he stops in front of a door.

He’s about to knock on the door before a movement flickering out of the corner of his eye catches his attention. He looks up from his phone and feels his heart drop and speed up at the same time at the sight of the figure approaching him.

You freeze just as he does from your own place, just a few feet from where he stands.

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crossroads {pt.1} | M

⇢  PART 1 ||  PART 2 [END]

Contains: angst, light smut {time travel!au}

Warnings: car crash

Words: 7.3 K

Summary:  You had lost everything: your friends; your happiness and, above all, the person you loved the most, Taehyung. However, when you get an unexpected chance to fix the worst day of your life, you will do everything you can to make sure he is safe.

Originally posted by vthesecretoilet

A/N: I’m so exited for this collab omfg

Co-written by my amazing lil conifer, @syugatae !!! PART 2 is on her blog (so check it out and make sure to give her lots of love!)

He called your name one last time before his eyes closed.

Taahyung’s voice seemed to echo in your ears, sounding as clear as if he were right next to you in that car. You could still remember the way your name had sounded between coughs and tired breaths, broken and hopeless amidst the horrible noises of metal and tires on the asphalt. He was looking at you, trembling hand reaching out in your direction. A moment before you lost consciousness, however, the universe around you seemed to be instantly more intense: the lights were brighter; the sounds stabbed your ears; the unmistakable scent of blood and something burning impregnated your nostrils mercilessly. At that moment, the whole situation seemed to have hit you all at once and, only then, everything sank into shock.


And the world faded to black.

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