especially if text is being used

Use the phrase "My understanding was..." instead of "I assumed..."

If you use the phrase “I assumed…”, you’ll be viewed as having hastily jumped to a conclusion based on insufficient evidence.

If you use the phrase “My understanding was…”, people will merely think you misunderstood something, and will be far kinder to you (and in instances where what you misunderstood was something they said, they will often apologize, or fault themselves for not being more explicit).

This is especially useful in a professional/workplace environment. Telling your supervisor you “assumed” something typically results in a reprimand; saying “My understanding was…” will instead be attributed to a miscommunication, or a lack of clarity in their original instructions.

i hate the term ‘politically correct’. i hate that encouraging compassion and basic decency towards all human beings as a society-wide expectation has been reduced to simple ‘political correctness’, like it’s a chore to be undertaken, like not being a bigot is such an inconvenience. no offence, but fuck anyone that uses that term unironically, especially those who criticise it. truly, fuck you

Dating Reggie Mantle Would Include:

it’s my first time trying one of these, so hopefully it’s ok!

p.s ross will always be reggie 

(mentions of smut and swearing)

Originally posted by dailyrossfbutler

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Just a reminder that Dan Harmon himself, Co-Creator of Rick and Morty, is, in fact, Autistic and has spoken before about how its influenced his characters, the importance of accurately representing Autism in said characters, and being aware of which of his characters have been “claimed,” so to speak, by the Autistic community and how he consciously makes a concentrated effort to not misrepresent or disappoint us.

Just, you know, for those of you who feel angry or uncomfortable at the thought of your faves (hint: Rick and Morty, but especially Morty) being perceived as Autistic. Just some Food For Thought™. Just—just a Memo Note on your dash. He isn’t Bigfoot, folks, that link is in high quality and Right Up There ↑ . All the proof you need. And I’m just handin’ it out for free. Free of charge, no payment necessary, no shipping and handling fees. Watch it.

Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

Anonymous said:
Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one:

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?
Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question.
Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you
J: Yeah but how did you feel?
Y/N: Wdym?
J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe
Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation
J: I am
Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial
J: Answer the question
Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on?
Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up
J: I’m not even doing anything
Y/N: Sure…
J: You wouldn’t dare
Y/n: Watch me
J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now.
Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight
J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid
Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh
J: I just want you baby
Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner!
J: You’re the one who said no to texting
Y/N: And look where that led us
J: We can always ditch
Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight
J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby
Y/N: I know I want it too
J: Then please
Y/N: After dinner
J: During dinner
Y/N: No
J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon.
Y/N: If I come out, will you behave?
J: Sure
Y/N: See you soon
J: Love youuu
Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran react to a really shy and quiet MC?


  • awkward silences? no problem with yoosung kim around!
  • yoosung is a chatterbox so he’d just fill up any awkward silences you might have
  • he’d probably be a lil self-conscious around you at first because he doesn’t want to somehow mess up when speaking to his first s/o
  • you both get embarrassed v v easily
  • one of you would brush against the other’s hands and suddenly both of u have tomato faces
  • Tomato!MC and Tomato!Yoosung
  • perfect match


  • Zen wouldn’t really realise you’re shy and quiet at first because he’s too busy admiring himself in a mirror
  • the fact that you’re really shy is cute to him
  • now he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally releasing the beaST
  • WRONG. every time he says anything flirtatious your face goes up in flames
  • he tries so hard not to unleash the beast ‘cause of your cute expressions
  • life is hard for him for the first couple weeks


  • really likes the fact you’re quiet
  • boisterous people (Seven) tire her out easily
  • but with you she can sit in companionable silence and its really nice
  • when it comes to running the cafe, she’ll help you out if you run into any bothers when serving people
  • or if you’re not comfortable serving people, she’d let you help out with decorating cakes & other desserts


  • Jumin himself is really quiet, so he wouldn’t mind if you were the same
  • he’d find you being shy & quiet endearing, especially if lil compliments embarrassed you
  • of course, he’d try not to fluster you a lot but
  • sometimes he can’t help it (coughcough Juminroute coughcough)
  • he’d always make sure you’re comfortable around you tho!


  • would use his 707-like persona to try and get you to come out from your shell
  • if you felt uncomfortable talking, he’d just communicate (send you memes) through text instead
  • would probably make dumb jokes “wassup, MC, Elly got your tongue?”
  • unless you don’t want him to, then he’d stop immediately
  • he just wants to make you happy & comfortable around him
  • if you’re happy he’s happy


  • he likes quiet & silence so you’re pretty much perfect for him
  • you’re relaxing to him because you can sit in silence w/o expecting him to talk too much/keep a conversation, just like he doesn’t expect you to keep a conversation
  • likes you b/c you’re almost polar opposite to saeyoung
  • invites you out a lot to watch the sky
  • altho gets a lil nervous when he tries to make the first move b/c he doesn’t want to fluster you
  • and he’s a lil shy bab too so your relationship moves slowly at first
  • but once you’re both comfortable around each other everything is a-okay!

I couldn’t think of a hc for V! :< If you want him added, send an ask and I’ll edit him in for you, but I’m drawing a complete blank for him right now. Sorry!

~ Jo

Being Tim’s s/o & Damian considers you a sister HCs

Requested by anon: “Headcanons for being tim’s s/o and dami considering you a sister?”

A/N: Hope you love it darling! <3


  • The first time you meed Damian you only know what Tim has told you
  • … or warned you about
  • You go in thinking the kid is about to start throwing knives at you
  • But in reality he’s really polite.. even sweet
  • Tim’s about as shocked as you are
  • Damian’s being NICE? He thinks hell just froze over
  • When you come to the manor he steals you
  • like all the time
  • Tim is hella confused
  • “Guys have you seen [F/n]?”
  • “She’s helping Damian give Titus a bath”
  • “Sometimes I forget who’s girlfriend she is”
  • He pouts whenever you come back from spending time with Damian
  • He’s even given you the silent treatment.
  • “Tim?” … “Timmy?” … “Are you giving me the silent treatment?”
  • Then you kiss him and he’s back to normal
  • He just needs some reassurance sometimes
  • You’ve mastered keeping the two from fighting
  • Bruce taught you the batglare
  • It’s very handy, even if it’s just Tim you have to use it on
  • Damian and you always text (I’m guessing he has a phone)
  • Tim hates it, he just wants your attention.
  • Especially when it’s just the both of you
  • He will steal your phone and have movie nights or reading nights.
  • Just to have some couple time
  • You find it cute when he gets jealous, your just being sisterly to Damian but he still gets jealous.
  • You make sure to set time a side when you go to the manor with him
  • Doing your best to be a girlfriends and sub big sister

Living in the city of Los Angeles could really take a toll on anybody, but it was even harder on new parents. The LA traffic with a screaming baby. The many weirdos that roamed the streets at night. The paparazzi was definitely the hardest part. They never left us alone, especially now that we had the new baby. Justin wanted us to get out of there so we could settle in with our new bundle of joy and not worry about dealing with the cameras being shoved in our faces, so Justin took us on a trip to the Bahamas.
I had just fallen back to sleep at 7:30 this morning, when the baby woke up screaming. He was up all night crying because he had gas. “My poor baby what’s the matter huh?” I said picking the newborn up, cradling him against my body. Justin slept through the night perfectly, didn’t move once. I definitely envied him. I walked back to the bed with my son in my arms trying to rock him back to sleep, but he wasn’t having it. His cries got louder, and I became frustrated. “What do I do? What do I do?” I said as tears began to fall.
“Justin wake up.” I said shaking him awake. He sat up rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” He asked. “He won’t stop crying.” I said beginning to cry. “No baby, don’t cry.” He said wiping tears away from my eyes. “Let me take him okay? You just get some sleep.” He said taking the bundle out of my hands. I wiped my face and laid down. I heard Justin begin to sing as he walked out the door, and onto the balcony. I heard the waves crashing over the sound of Justin’s soothing voice and I quickly drifted off to sleep.
A/N: this sucks i know. i just felt bad bc i haven’t posted anything.


There are many types of magic in the world. Amongst one of the purest forms of magic is truename magic. Everything in the world has a true name, a word that encapsulates the whole of their being. Ordinary arcane magic relies on a combination of spoken word, magic ingredient and/or mystic gesture. With truename magic, one only has to vocalize, using the true words which make up the fabric of the universe. However, the truename magic is very precise, relying heavily on intonation. Pronouncing a word wrong usually means the words fizzle, but certain higher powers of the multiverse have names which are able to twist back and damage those who use them incorrectly.

Word archons are the heavenly beings tasked with holding up the sanctity of truename magic. Flying on wings of paper, these archons strike down those who pervert true names to fulfil evil purposes. They are especially studious archons and will make sure to know the true name of their hated target so that their magic will land more effectively.

Name magic is something I always found quite fascinating. It’s a fairly common fantasy trope, with magic generally being treated as using the original words of the universe. Knowing an entity’s real name is definitely one that gets used and gets mentioned a lot in occult texts. I think Ursula LeGuin’s Earthsea series is probably one of the better known examples. Voldemort from Harry Potter kinda has a similar thing going on, but that’s less that his name is inherently magic and more that he’s put charms on his own name.

I like to call word archons librariangels.

Shamefully channeling @shenanimation’s style for this. Look at their stuff, it’s neat.

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Six days without fucking you are too long

Summary: You and Jungkook make a bet who can go the longest without sex. Guess who gives in first.

Requests are open!!

A/N: I read a mtl to make a bet about who can go the longest without sex and immediately thought how stubborn Jungkook is and how funny it would be, so I wrote this instead of one of my requests haha

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Reader X Jungkook

Word count: 1.9 k

If you continued reading at this speed you could finish your book tonight. But only if there weren’t any distractions. And there was one very tall one entering your flat right now. You sighed deeply as you heard Jungkook walking towards your bedroom. He had been out with the boys but Jungkook wasn’t the one to get completely trashed, he was only slightly drunk. And in fact very horny. Immediately when he had entered the bedroom he let himself fall next to you and tried to get your attention.




“What do you want Jungkook?”


“Not right now, I’m tired and I want to finish this book.”

“But pleaseee

“God Jungkook why are you always so needy can’t you go one day without sex?”

“I’m not needy you’re the needy one here. You always want to fuck when I’m too tired after practice.”

“You are the one that always wants to fuck at the most inappropriate times! Remember your last concert or the dinner lately-”

“Yeah don’t try to tell me I was the only one willing then, you’re as bad as me.”

“I’m definitely not.”

“Fine then how about a bet, who can last the longest without sex?”

“And what does the winner get?”

“The loser does all the housework for a week.”

“Fine, I’ll win anyways.”

Jungkook left the room, frustrated but determined to win. You finished your book and went to sleep as planned, Jungkook joined you later after playing some video games. The next morning you found yourself in your usual sleeping position in Jungkooks arms. You snuggled closer up to him, only to feel his boner poking you in the back. He groaned and you shifted around a bit to accidentally rub your butt against it. He groaned again, gripping your hips tightly to stop you from moving.

“How about you just give up? Imagine what kind of fun we could have now.”

“Are you kidding me? If I give up after one day you will never let this down. I’m stronger than this.

“Let’s see for how long.”

You giggled as he rolled away from you to escape your teasing. He had dance practice today so he wouldn’t be home till late in the evening. And after practice he was always too tired to do anything besides falling into the bed and sleep. His luck.

The next few days went on normally how they would anyways. Just without the sex. He had a lot of schedules with the group that provided enough distraction for him. When he came home he was mostly tired so he went to sleep immediately. As hard as it or better he was, he couldn’t sleep without you cuddled up in his arms, he just got up quickly every morning to take care of his problems before you could tempt him to just give up. It was not only hard for Jungkook, you were suffering as well. But you wouldn’t give in that quickly. You were close to giving in when he had come out of the shower, only his towel around his hips, his toned chest and stomach still glistening with water drops. He was honestly a sinful gift sent by the heavens. But you resisted the temptation and just crossed your legs and pretended to be completely captured by a game on your phone. You decided to get him back for it on the same days evening, walking around only in your underwear pretending to look for something. Whatever you looked for was strategically placed under the TV so you had to bend down right in front of Jungkook who was sitting on the couch. You could hear him breathing harder but he didn’t move. After you had returned to the bedroom you could her the bathroom door being locked and you smirked. Hopefully he would give in soon.

On the fourth day of your bet you received a text from Namjoon.

From: Namjoon

As the leader of our group and as Jungkooks friend, you need to end this stupid bet. Jungkook is a mess, he can’t focus for long and he’s constantly in a bad mood. Please give in you know his ego wouldn’t let him.

That was Jungkooks problem, he started this bet and if his ego was too big then he had to suffer, he could give in any time. And you thought he would when he came back this evening. He arrived home from practice and gave you the usual kiss as he greeted you. But instead of pulling back his kisses grew stronger with more need. He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, kissing you roughly as his hands roamed over your body. He was close to his breaking point, ready to give up. His kisses were raw and needy and he proceeded to suck hickies onto your neck. You couldn’t help but moan, tangling your hands in his hair before he suddenly pulled away. He was panting hard and so were you. But you knew him better than this, he was way to stubborn to give in. His arms trapped you against the wall as he whispered in your ear.

You know I’m not gonna loose this baby.

Neither will I.

You captured him in one last kiss before you duck under his arms and walked towards the bedroom with a smirk. He followed you but this night he made sure you didn’t cuddle up too close to him to avoid you rubbing your ass onto his dick. He wouldn’t survive it this night. On the morning of the fifth day you seriously considered just throwing this bet out of window. Jungkook had a concert and fansigning and would sleep in a hotel for one night. But as bad as you wanted Jungkook to finally fuck you again, you would at least last a week. That was your promise to yourself.

Taehyung was at your door to pick Jungkook up and Jungkook made sure to only give you a quick kiss before he left. Taehyung grinned widely and obviously held back a bunch of stupid comments. Through out their fansign you received multiple texts from Tae informing you that Jungkook had been asked by fans if he had any worries or if he was really stressed since he seemed so tense and unfocused. You made sure to fuck around with him a bit more, getting into his favorite lingerie set and posing as nicely as you could. Your phone buzzed and it was to your surprise Tae and not Jungkook.

From: Tae

What the fuck did you just do?? Jungkook looks like he will pass out any second. Or like he will stab us all.

The concert was hell for Jungkook. He loved it, he loved performing, he loved the fans, no question. But he couldn’t get you off his mind. Especially not after the pictures you had sent him earlier. He needed to end this as soon as he got home. The night at the hotel was too long. He shared a room with Taehyung who wouldn’t stop teasing him until he fell asleep. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

You were surprised when you heard the front door being unlocked, usually you would get a text like I’ll be home in five. You were just in one of Jungkooks big shirts and your panties, since you had just gotten up. Jungkook entered the flat, slamming the door shut behind him and dropped his things carelessly on the floor. He walked over to you in quick and determined steps and crashed his lips onto yours. You melted into his arms as he grabbed your thighs so you would wrap them around his waist and lifted you onto the kitchen counter. After a while he pulled back to catch his breath. You chuckled.

“Well nice to see you too Jungkook.”

I give up. This stupid bet needs to end. I give up okay, it has been six days since I last fucked you, I can’t do this any longer. I’ll do all the housework for a week I don’t care just please let me fuck you here and now.”

It was very unlikely for him to beg and you could see the desperation in his eyes. Six days were too long. You grabbed his hair and pulled him close to kiss him. He carried you to your bedroom without trying to break the kiss, throwing you onto the fluffy mattress. In seconds he was back hovering over you, trailing kisses down your neck. You both were impatient and needy so it took no time until you both pulled your shirt over your head. You were left only in your panties and Jungkook proceeded to take off his pants as well, leaving him in his boxers. He wad already incredibly hard. His kisses wandered to your breasts, gently sucking on your nipple as his fingers toyed with the other one. You moaned and arched your back, trying to grind yourself onto his knee that was placed between your thighs. He growled lowly.

“I can hear how fucking wet you are.”

His lips trailed lower and he wasted no time until he pulled down your panties. Without any further warnings he wrapped his lips around your clit and pushed a finger inside you. You were dripping wet and he could easily push in a second finger, curling his digits upwards so they would brush against your spot with every thrusts. You were so needy it didn’t take long till you were clenching around him close to your orgasm. His fingers worked with an intensity borderline painful as his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit and you tried to speak between moans and panting.

“Wait stop, Jungkook.”

He looked at you questioningly. Why on earth would you stop him from giving you an orgasm after he hadn’t touched you in six days.

“I want you inside me when I cum.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, hastily taking his boxers off before he hovered over you. He didn’t tease you this time, he hadn’t had the strength for it. When he pushed inside until he filled you up all the way both of you let out a guttural moan.

Fuck you’re so tight, stop moving around or I will loose it right now.”

It had been too long since you felt this full and satisfied. You couldn’t stop clenching around him. Jungkook was too close already to go slow or tease you any further, he thrusted into you hard and fast, hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Oh god you don’t know how much I missed this. How much I missed you.”

“I’m s-so close, Jungkook, I c-can’t hold it any longer.”

His fingers went straight to your clit rubbing hard circles onto it and you lost it. Your vision went white as you clenched erratically around him. He followed quickly after you, groaning and moaning your name. He made sure to ride both of your highs out completely before he pulled out and dropped next to you onto the bed.

“We are never gonna make a bet this stupid again okay? Six days without fucking you, completely wasted, think of all the things we could’ve done.”

“We have plenty of time now haven’t we.”


*request —> Anonymous said: Hello! :D Can I request love triangle between TY, Y/N, Jaehyun? …. I want it a bit angst please >< Thank you, sweetie :*

Originally posted by taeyounq

author’s note: 2,038 words. Part of the request was withheld because I didn’t want to spoil it in the very beginning.

You can call me biased as hell once you reach the ending, but sorry not sorry the anon had already picked who they wanted Y/N to be with, I don’t make the rules ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

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I lost in spirit but won in strength

Of course, being the natural born tank/fighter of the group, everyone in the group ropes me into their fights to finish it for them. The bard especially, but this time wasn’t his fault, since he was off gathering information from townsfolk at the time. Homebrew bansky DM wanted to make sure we were “on our toes” during the peaceful parts of the campaign by pitting us against some hoodlums that were heckling the party’s halfling monk. When he really needed help, I was the first pick to go after the gang.

I had REALLY good stats, but there was one stat the DM told me these hoodlums had that was higher than mine and I IMMEDIATELY knew what it was. The party laughed, I croaked in anger, and I looked back at my sheet and my low Charisma stat.

Everyone else, even the bard, had a higher charisma than I did. I wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. I looked cuddly and cute for a brutal fighting machine. “What’s this poor grizzly cub going to do, paw at me?” one of the hoodlums spoke. The halfling monk gave me his staff and told me to roll, I follow along, and lo and behold I get a nat 1. The DM figures that I was supposedly trying to break the staff in half with my bare hands, but I end up just tossing the staff on the ground in rage. “Aw, the big fluffy guy’s gone a bit grumpy?” one of the hoodlums replied. “What’s he gonna do, hug me to death?”

Just then and there, DM Punk gave me a slip of paper and gives me my signal to read it silently and follow directions (two blinks and a frown,) the paper said to roll a D20 on the table. When I go to grab my dice someone asked why I was going to roll and I just laughed, and proceeded to roll a nat 20. I break the spinal cord and crush the lungs and heart of the hoodlum, instantly knocking him out cold.

I literally hugged the hoodlum to death. Story of the not-so-gentle-giant and his low charisma stat.

The countdown has begun! In a little over four months will be the kickoff for the second annual Kunikida Week!

The Prompts:

Day 1 | Thursday 24 August
ballast - [noun] anything that gives mental, moral, or political stability or steadiness
specter - [noun] some object or source of fear or dread

Day 2 | Friday 25 August
Elysian - [adjective] beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect
kalopsia - [noun] the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are

Day 3 | Saturday 26 August
periphrasis - [noun] the use of an unnecessarily long or roundabout form of expression
thantophobia - [noun] an abnormal fear of losing someone whom one loves

Day 4 | Sunday 27 August
idiosyncrasy - [noun] a characteristic, habit, mannerism, or the like that is peculiar to an individual
asomatous - [adjective] having no material body; incorporeal

Day 5 | Monday 28 August
ibidem - [adverb] in the same book, chapter, page, etc.; literally, “in the aforementioned place”
desiderium - [noun] (pl. desideria) an ardent longing, as for something lost

Day 6 | Tuesday 29 August
pragmatist - [noun] a person who is oriented toward the success or failure of a particular line of action, thought, etc.; a practical person
enervate - [verb] to deprive of force or strength; to destroy the vigor of; to weaken

Day 7 | Wednesday 30 August
consanguinity - [noun] a close relationship or connection
Free Prompt!

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Paparazzi - Justin Bieber imagine

Request: ‘Can you do a imagine with Justin and y/n are out in public and the paparazzi say really mean stuff to her and he protects her’

Warnings: language and some references to drugs 


If there was one thing I would name about about what I hate about Justin being famous, it would be the endless amount of attention and following around he receives. We could never seem to be able to get away from it, no matter where we went. We could go to Antarctica and paparazzi would still find a way to get to us. The fans, I truly didn’t mind because they actually had manners unlike the paps. Insults would be hurled at me in a daily basis, either on social media or in person.

We were currently inside the Chanel store on Rodeo Drive and there was a whole crowd of people outside, waiting for Justin to come out. I looked at the bags on the wall for something that caught my attention. Justin was talking to his security so they could be ready for when we actually left. I couldn’t actually hear what he was saying to them because there was so much screaming and hollering coming from outside. Justin came over to my side to join in on helping me look for something.

I glanced over at him and noticed his attire. “Justin, please do me a favor and pull up your pants.” He gave me a confused look and looked down at his clothes.

“Babe, it’s called style. There isn’t anything wrong with me sagging my pants.” He replied. “You should try sagging your pants.”

“Absolutely not. Justin, set an example.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“You’re not my mom. Just get a move on so we can leave before they break the windows,” He was referring to the people standing outside the store. I looked over the things once more before I finally came down to a decision. I went to the check out and Justin quickly paid for it. He took my bag and his security told him to get ready. 

“Stand behind me and don’t let go of my hand. Got it?” He asked, looking back at me in a serious manner. I nodded my head quickly and held onto his hand as tight as I could. I hated going out into crowds like this. It was the worst thing possible. The fact that I was claustrophobic didn’t make things any better for me. It wasn’t as bad as when I was young but, it’s still a scary experience. His security opened the door and the screaming from the fans immediately hit me.

I think I might have gone deaf in both of my ears. Justin’s security pushed the crowd back only so much, it barely made a difference. Justin guided me through the endless maze of people and almost half way to the car, something was thrown at me. I didn’t bother to look at it but, an insult soon followed.

“Justin, what are you doing with a druggie? You forget that she’s an addict?”

I ignored what was said at first but, everything got worse from there.

“Why don’t you just overdose already? It’ll make the world a better place, especially for Justin!”

Justin stopped in his place and he turned around in the direction the last insult came from. “What did you say?” He questioned. His anger was very noticeable in his tone. “Who said that? Come on, speak up!”

“I said it,” someone spoke up. “What are you going to do about it when it’s true?” I saw the paparazzi’s face and it was awfully familiar, even the voice was. He was the pap that followed us around everywhere we went.

“You care to repeat that, you piece of shit?” Justin continued. He let go of my hand and walked over to the guy. I followed behind him and told him to stop before it could get any worse. Justin continued bantering the guy until he gave in, which was a huge mistake. Without thinking twice, Justin drew his arm back and threw a punch or two. Before Justin could cause serious damage, his security pulled him away. 

I was sort of shocked yet happy that Justin did that. I wasn’t expecting it at all. He was always so humble and it was so foreign to me to see him like that. I caught up to Justin and his security and we got into the car, leaving the crowd of people behind. There was an awkard silence between us so, I took the time to break it myself.

“Thanks for standing up from me Justin. No one has really done that for me before.” I said. I smiled at him to show I was being sincere and he sent me a small smile back.

“Anytime. No one deserves to be disrespected, especially my girlfriend.”

paying attention to what’s going on is honestly exhausting. try to figure out a way to find the balance between being informed and having your mental and emotional health in jeopardy. that might mean avoiding social media all together, or filtering what you see, or avoiding certain groups of individuals.

there’s nothing wrong with stepping back from what’s happening in the world, especially since these events impact many of us personally due to our nationality or religion or legal status. please, please, take care of yourself. 

Anon Request: 76, Genji, McCree and Reaper with an S/O that has less then great parents. No physical abuse, they just put them down a lot and are unaware the impact they have on their child’s self worth and esteem

Here you go, anon! If you have any questions, message me.


• He would find out when he happened to find your phone. It was on your text messages with your parents, and he saw the hundreds of comments they made about you.

• It would anger him from the moment he saw the messages, and he’d go to find you, wondering what he was going to say.

• When you admitted that your parents weren’t exactly the best when it came to praising you, Soldier 76 realized just how obvious it was. You were quick to ignore compliments from anyone, and you never believed any of your teammates’ praises.

• After that, he did everything he could to praise and compliment you, even if you didn’t want to hear it.

• It eventually got to where he approached your parents and ‘threatened’ them (he calmly told them to stop saying such horrible things to you or they’d earn themselves a visit from Reinhardt, who happened to be very close to you).

• He would make sure you knew how proud he was of you, especially on bad days.


• Genji understands how it feels to have your family put you down. Plenty would do it to them because he wanted to live a more exciting life.

• He’d find out when he went with you to your parents’ house, and he witnessed everything they said to you. It angered him to the point of fury, and he shot up.

• He got upset quickly and confronted them, telling them how wrong they were for treating you the way they did. He praised you throughout his speech and told them how much their words harmed you.

• Genji would praise your every movement after that, sometimes annoying you with it.

• You’d have to get used to his constant compliments, especially since he wants to show you are much he loves and adores you.


• Being the King of Confidence, McCree didn’t want anyone making you think you’re worth less than you actually are.

• He wouldn’t confront your parents, but he might give them a few choice words over text or phone call. And he wouldn’t tell you about it.

• He’d spend each day telling you how wonderful you are to him, much to your frustration, but he wanted you to love yourself the way he loved you.

• If he found you upset and crying, McCree would pick you up and hold you tight, whispering sweet words until you calmed down and believed him.

• He’d annoy everyone by constantly praising you during missions and distracting you by saying things that weren’t exactly appropriate.

• Expect a lot of cliché pick-up lines when he attempts to make you feel good about yourself.


• At first, he didn’t react when he found out about your parents’ comments. He seemed calm and collected, even when he saw some of the worst comments that destroyed your self-confidence.

• What you didn’t know is that he was truly upset. Everyone knew not to mess with you unless they wanted to face Reaper’s anger.

• Late at night, while you slept, Reaper visited your parents and threatened him the best way he knew how.

• They didn’t talk to you much after that, and they praised you constantly in ways that sounded forced.

• You finally confronted Reaper about it, and he proudly admitted to it, claiming that you were his and no one would hurt you (whether it was physically or emotionally).

• Also, expected Reaper to basically pamper you as well as he can after that. And, by pamper, I mean he says nice things to you.