fixing showers

anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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Firsts

Warnings: None 

 A/N: This is the first of many that I’m going to write about Jeff Atkins. It’s going to be a ‘Jeff x Reader’ relationship series. First kiss, fight, breakup, etc. There won’t be any death or suicide- none of that, but there will be A LOT of drama. I’m taking requests as well, so feel free to send some in! :)

Originally posted by bluerangerpower

 You stared at yourself in the mirror, horrified at what you saw. Your hair was a complete wreck. The curls weren’t holding, it was frizzy as hell, and it was starting to tangle at the ends. And it’s not like you could jump in the shower to fix it, you didn’t have enough time. Your date said he would pick you up at seven and it was already six forty-eight. God, you weren’t even dressed yet. A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts. Your brothers bleach blonde head pops in.

  “Jeff’s here, he’s waiting in the- what the hell,” he says when he notices your state. He points a finger at you and laughs. “You look like shit.”

         He dodges the comb you throw at him. “Shut up,” you growl. “Go tell him that I’ll be down in a few minutes,” he’s still laughing when he leaves your room. “And don’t embarrass me, Alex!”

         You sit at your vanity, attempting to brush the knots out of your hair when theres another light knock on your door. “Alex, I swear if you-” you’re cut off when the door opens, and to your horror it’s not the dumbass you call a brother, it’s Jeff, your date.

“Jeff,” you say nervously. “Hey.”

  He smiles at you and closes the door behind him. “Alex said you were running late,” he takes a step forward. He looks amazing, you notice. As always. “Can I help?”

                    You make a mental note to strangle your brother when you get the chance. “It’s my hair,” you point to the mess that sits on your head. “It’s being difficult.” 

“Here, give me your brush and a hair tie,” he holds out his hand. “We got this.”

              You smile as he begins to brush your hair gently. “You know,” he says after a few minutes of silence. “Even on your worst bad hair day, you’d still be the most beautiful girl I know.”

           Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he gives you another dazzling smile. He ends up braiding  your hair into a single braid, and he’s surprisingly good at it. He grins, “Now,” he says turning to the mess of clothes on your bed. He pulls out a pair of shorts and solid baby pink shirt. “Wear this. I like the way you look in this color.”

          You leave him in your room to change in the bathroom. As you do so you think of the way it felt when he touched you as he did your hair, and the butterflies that were still in your stomach that started once he stepped into your room. What guy would do your hair, and help you pick out something to wear when you were running late for your date? Damn it, he was perfect. You chew on your lip as you walk back into your room. He’s sitting on your bed and raises his head when you step in. He grins.

“You look amazing, ________.”

         You don’t reply. He watches you with curious eyes as you walk up to him, cup his face in your hands and lean forward, brushing your lips against his. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, pressing his lips harder against yours. He stands slowly, never breaking the kiss and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. Your bare feet on his shoes, tiptoeing to reach his mouth. The kiss starts off slow, gentle as if the two of you are testing the waters. But once you get a taste of him, you lose it. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, tugging at it as his teeth bite down on your lip. The kiss becomes crazed, explosive, fervent as the two of you poor everything into it. You pull away first, face flushed, panting softly.

“Well,” Jeff says after catching his breath, voice husky. “Isn’t that supposed to happen after the first date?”

You chuckle softly. “Who says it won’t?”

    Another beautiful smile appears on his face. “Let’s get this show on the road then, yeah?”

  And that’s when you knew, you were probably going to fall in love with Jeffery Michael Atkins.




 You pass Alex on the way out, and as you pass him you punch him in the arm. He yelps, rubbing his arm. “Asshole!”

Late Dinner

Originally posted by bwiseoks

MATURE

Yoongi spends the majority of his time cooped up in his studio. He sleeps there as often as he can get away with, he eats most of his meals there, he hangs most of his clothes there. Most of your dates tend to take place in or very near his studio. You get takeout and watch anime on his laptop or you go to the café down the street.

And, although you technically live together, most of the time you feel as if you live alone.

But most of the time, you don’t particularly mind it. It’s nice to have your space while Yoongi has his. You can spread out your things in the living room and blare music while you work or you can cover the bed in papers as you pretend to get work done instead of watching TV.  Whatever work you need to get done at home, you can get it done without worrying about disturbing him or having him disturb you.

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the most important part of the new video for me was the part about people texting back.

im super anxious and i stress so much. if the person doesnt respond in 5 min or so i get so terrified i did something /wrong/, i feel the overwhelming need to apologize for no reason, and in reality, its only been 5 min.

i need to remember to take a step back and really think about it. they might be busy, they might be drawing/writing/creating, they may have fallen asleep, etc.

theres so many things that i worry about that, without jumping to conclusions or magnifying or thinking of the worst case scenario, would mean… nothing. water under the bridge.

… this video means so much to me, and its not just because its a thomas sanders video, not just because its a sanders sides video, but because it made me step back and think about how often my anxiety has control over me, and how often i could take control back.

All of Me

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 875

A/N: 1st Cas-iversary Celebration drabble request by @ire-art-blog – “I was thinking of a drabble it can be smutty or nah but a castiel x reader where the reader has tattoos or even kinda goth.” Did you read my mind? Cause I’ve had a wing tattoo idea fluttering about my skull (and inspiration pics cluttering my desktop) for weeks! It’s pure fluff.

Bending over the sink to spit minty toothpaste, you paused to observe the foamy green fluoride swirl about the marble basin and sink into oblivion. The agreeable calming color was a stark contrast to the alarming red currents of dried blood leftover from a messy hunt you’d rinsed from your battered and bruised body in the shower only minutes ago. Washing the unpleasant thought away, you splashed a few handfuls of refreshingly cool water to your pale cheeks. Momentarily blinded by the beading of water upon your eyelashes, you groped along the counter for a towel, finding and pressing the soft white cotton to your face and eyes and inhaling deeply of the crisp clean scent of detergent.

“Hello Y/N,” Castiel’s husky voice resonated off the shiny tiled walls of the bathroom.

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4 Year Gap ft. Mark (NCT)

alone, you sat in your room pondering about why you felt so weird and uncomfortable. especially in your own home.

your brother, who was four years younger than you was downstairs playing on the game system that you bought him earlier in the year. not only was it him downstairs, but also his friend..mark.

you hated to admit to yourself but, you had developed a crush. a crush on mark, who was the same age as your brother. they’ve been friends for about six years now so, you knew that liking him wasn’t gonna be just a phase. you knew and experienced too much. he’s a great person.

you usually dated older guys but it was something about him that caught your eye. from the way that he dressed to the way that he talked. he spoke with intelligence and owned up to his mistakes. those were things that you looked for in a significant other.

“um y/n?” your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. you turned around to see who the voice belonged to and just as you thought, it was mark. he stood at the doorway, with his hands in his pockets.

“yeah?” you sat down at the edge of your bed and tried your best to keep your composure.

“b/n told me to ask you if he could eat the pizza that’s in the refrigerater…” he flicked his tongue at the roof of his mouth which made your hormones run wild.

“tell him that he can eat the pizza but, he’s gonna take me to the pizzeria to make up for it.”

“al…right.” mark said before disappearing down the stairs.

you hummed, thinking that he was being a little too suspense. so, you headed downstairs to the kitchen to see what was up.

“mark!” you shouted, with your eyes shot wide and mouth in the shape of an o.

mark lied to you. he was standing at the island, destroying the pizza that you thought your brother was supposed to eat. sometimes he did little kid stuff like this, but because you had a crush on him, you’d always let him slide.

“what happened this time?!” your brother came running in, his curiosity was at a high.

“mark told me that you wanted to eat that pizza but it seems like he lied using your name.” you paused and let out the little laugh that you were holding. “mark, if you wanted the pizza you could’ve just asked for yourself. don’t lie to me again.”

the 17 year old boy nodded. “alright my bad y/n, i won’t do it again.”

“hug.” your annoying brother ordered you two. besides you, he also knew about your feelings towards mark. how did he find out? he was ease dropping your conversation with your friend. he confronted you about it and you confirmed although you didn’t want to. it wouldn’t have made any difference though, he heard you say it.

mark spread his arms wide and just stopped there, waiting for you to embrace with him. slowly, you came closer and wrapped your arms around his skinny figure.

‘damn you smell good.’ you thought. neither of you were even aware of how tight you were hugging until your brother broke you two up.

“okay enough of that. mark, come on so i can beat your ass in 2k before we leave.” he said, while walking back to the living area.

“language.” you said although he never listened.

“you can’t beat me but let’s go.” mark glanced over at you before grabbing his plate and following.

you brushed what had just happened off and decided on sitting in the room with them. not for mark but just because you wanted to…

as expected a few glances were exchanged between you and mark. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he had a little something for you too but…you were sure that he only liked girls his age or younger.

“alright bro you ready to go?” your brother stood up and let out a dramatic sigh.

“ahh see now you wanna go when i! beat! you..” mark followed and responded even more dramatically.

your brother scoffed and turned off the game system. he got his bag and put it over his shoulder before coming over to you and kissing your forehead.

“bye sis.” he laughed at his action and your response.

“yeah yeah hurry up and get to the house.” you wiped your forehead and shooed him away.

mark on the other hand, stood back for a minute. obviously needing to tell you something. you could tell by his body language that he was again, nervous. “hey y/n..about that hug…what was that?”

you hesitated a little but remained calm. “um it was nothing…just a hug?”

“okay. bye y/n.” he huffed as if he was frustrated or annoyed and left out of the house.

you relocated on the couch that sat in front of your tv and turned to a movie on netflix. at times like this, you’d often wish that you had someone next to you…to cuddle with. your relationships usually didn’t work out because you made bad choices. it was a fact that you were usually desperate for affection, so you’d give almost any guy a chance to date you.

but usually, you wouldn’t date the guy but instead you’ll be friends with benefits excluding the sex. you just wanted to feel loved and not just by your family.

of course mark was on your mind. he was almost always your mind when he wasn’t around. things that never left your mind always had to do with him.

what would it look like dating a younger boy?

would your brother even accept it?

are you the female version of tyga?

does he even like you back?

these were the questions that always ran through your mind.

*
you were awaken by your ringing phone at about three in the morning. while rubbing your sleepy eyes and looking at the phone screen, you saw that it was mark.

“what the f-…hello?” you accidentally hit answer.

“y/n are you up?” mark spoke in a sleepy tone, obviously he either stayed up late or he had just woken up.

“i am now? why are you calling me? it’s early as shit don’t you think?” you asked.

he chuckled a little. “i had a dream..about you.”

your eyes went wide out of confused shock. you bit down on your lip and thought about what to say. “umm okay..what did you dream?”

the line went silent for a whole minute, you were about to hang up until mark finally responded. “i took you on a date.” he chuckled again.

“wait, why? what?” you had to act as if you weren’t the happiest in the world. you sat up, removing the phone from your ear and putting it on speaker.

“i. took. y/n. which. is. you. on. a. date.” he said slowly and sarcastically.

you pursed your lips together and furrowed your eyebrows. “okay..? you know, you shouldn’t be dreaming of me… that’s illegal.” you replied, also in a sarcastic tone. you sighed, thinking of what you had just said.

it’s not right.

“y/n, i know that i’ll never get you but can i at least take you to the pizzeria to make up for that pizza? and it’s not like a date i swear..” he basically let you know that he liked you.

“i’m four years older than you m-”

“but i know that you like me just as much as i like you. plus, i’m legal in a few months… please y/n it’s not like im asking to date you yet.” he cut you off.

“okay, but you’re telling b/n about this.” you yawned.

“okay, i’ll see you later.” he replied before hanging up, not even giving you time to reply.

“what was this call?” you just stared at your phone in disbelief.

*
you had just finished showering, fixing up your hair, and putting on your shoes. mark was supposed to be over at any moment now.

your brother was here, getting on your nerves as always. “why you all dressed up?”

“you’ll find out.” you gave him a fake smile and sat down at the island.

a few minutes had passed when mark had finally got here. your brother was so curious to see who was at the door so, he stopped you from answering it and answered himself.

“mark?” he scrunched up his face. “why is everyone all dressed up except for me? what is this? wait…”

mark let himself in and sighed, looking at your brother. he was actually pretty nervous, what he was about to say could possibly end their friendship. or if he was okay with this, their relationship would probably become weird.

“i’m taking y/n to the pizzeria to make up for that pizza i ate. it’s not what you think.” mark said.

“y'all cute.” your brother said before he plopped down on the couch and put all of his attention on the television.

you sighed in relief, thanking god that nothing bad happened. you turned to mark. “alright let’s go.”

*
once you two got to the pizzeria, mark started to be a flirt which took you by surprise. he’d poke your thigh underneath the table, stare at you in awe while you ate, and randomly compliment you. you didn’t complain though.

“mark why are you acting up?” you giggled, taking a sip of your drink.

“y/n i like you. a lot.”

you almost choked. hearing your crush say that they like you back was like music to your ears. although you were older that him, you felt as if you needed to respond.. respond with the truth.

“i like you too. a lot.” you looked down, hiding your blushing face.

you didn’t see but, mark’s eyes shot open wide. he had felt the same exact way that you felt once he let you know how he felt.

“so what does this mean?” he asked.

“it means that we like each other i guess.” you responded, in a sarcastic tone.

“no seriously y/n. i don’t care about age. especially not now since i’ll be 18 in a couple of months. why are you playing hard to get?” he pouted.

you knew that he was being as serious as a heart attack but you just didn’t know what to do. “i don’t know mark.”

mark shook his head and got up, leaving to pay. you sat there, thinking. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. it wasn’t like you were ten years older than him, it was nothing but a four year gap.

he came back after an additional five minutes, holding his hand out to you. “y/n..”

you hesitantly gave him your hand. he guided you out of the restaurant, and to his car where you two talked.

“wait for me.” he exhorted you which only made you bite down on your lip, and quickly decide on whether to say yes or no. two minutes, it took you two minutes to come down to a decision.

“i will wait for you.” you finally said.

“yes!” he accidentally shouted, showing you how excited he was. “oh my bad.” he tried playing it smooth but you were already laughing your ass off.

he started the engine to his car, and placed his right hand on your thigh. obviously you liked it but you didn’t want him to get any ideas. just because you two would be officially dating in a couple of months did not mean that he could continue to touch you the way that he was touching you. you were gonna have to be ‘petty’.

“hey mark?” you paused and slid your hand under his. “i hope that you’re enjoying this cause you’re not gonna be able to do anything such as touching me in intimate ways like this until you’re 18.”

as expected, he scoffed at you. he intertwined his fingers with yours and spoke, “you’re cute y/n. but i don’t think i’ll be able to keep my hands off of you. now that i know you’re mine.”

“god mark. that sounds promising.” you bit down on your lip and smiled at him.

“see.” he laughed.

you couldn’t wait until these couple of months were up. it was about to get wild.

Locker room

Warning: Smut ahead! This half of the story isn’t too graphic, but definitely sexy. The next half will be much more intense. Link to part 2: http://canadianbughead.tumblr.com/post/159101753718/locker-room-part-2

Summary: Betty gets a naughty impulse when Jughead mentions a hot shower.

Jughead and Betty had been in the Blue and Gold office for hours typing away at their latest story. Resurrecting the little news paper had turned out to be a popular venture, and the two novice journalists found themselves putting more and more time into their project. This also meant spending more time with each other, alone.

Jughead sat up from his laptop, groaning slightly and stretching his neck. “And they say writing isn’t physically demanding. My neck and my back are killing me from sitting here this long,” He lightheartedly complained.  Betty walked up behind him, and began massaging his neck with her delicate hands. He tilted his head forward, giving her unrestricted access to his strained muscles. Low toned sighs and groans escaped him as Betty’s fingers pressed circles into his tight muscles, relieving some tension from his hard work.
“God you’re the best…” He said under his breath.

Her hands slid down his shoulders and chest where she clasped her hands together, hugging him from the back and planting gentle kisses below his ear. “Feel better now?” She whispered, her lips brushing against his skin with each word. His neck was relaxed but he felt tension building low in his belly. He breathed deeply, trying ignore the surge of hormones, but taking in her sweet vanilla scent he found no release; only more tension. ‘God how does she do that to me?’ His thoughts were enough to shake him back to reality.

“Much better, I think all I need now is a hot shower and a good night’s sleep” He turned his head and kissed her on the cheek. He stood from his chair, breaking their embrace. For Jughead it was bitter sweet, but he knew he needed to make space between him and the blonde haired vixen. She awoke a sexuality in him he wasn’t sure how to handle, and he didn’t want to take any risks of making Betty uncomfortable.

“Well, walk me home first?” She playfully said. “You know, since you’re going that way?” A giggle escaped her, and Jughead felt a grin spread across his face. How could she effortlessly make him feel so good?

“That’s depends,” He tilted his head to the left, mimicking her playfulness in his own sarcastic way. “Is my company worth waiting 15 minutes for?”
Betty lifted an eyebrow at his out of place question, still smiling, standing before him awaiting his explanation. He continued, “A pipe broke at Archie’s. We’ve been using the locker room until it gets fixed next week. Arch showers in the mornings with the football jocks and I in the evenings, football jock free”. They shared a quick laugh, Jughead forgetting for a moment why they were even talking. He swore her laugh could make him forget his own name.
“So will you wait up for me? I’ll be all clean and pretty when I’m done,”

Betty’s expression changed into one of slight surprise and contemplation. She sweetly replied “of course Juggie. Go on then” He parted with a quick kiss, and headed towards the locker room.

The boys locker room wasn’t such a bad place, despite the usual brow of testosterone fueled jocks that crowded the place during school hours. It had been recently renovated, and was now clean and modern. Not wanting to keep Betty waiting, Jughead quickly stripped his clothes off, and got into the large communal showers.

* * * * * * * * * *

‘A hot shower? God Juggie, why did you have to say it like that?’ Betty thought in frustration. She had deliberately been flirting with him, even trying to rile him up with her touches and kisses… but he mentions one everyday occurrence (of which he happens to be naked and dripping wet- not fair) and Betty’s knees nearly buckled. Then he drops the bomb that he’s showering there. At the school. Right now. He realized it was just him and her in the entire building, right? Not even janitors at this hour…

Betty’s mind was wandering shamelessly. She’d fantasized about the mysterious writer before, but never had she knowingly been so close to him while he was doing something so… so…

In her mind’s eye she saw him, water streaming down his body, soap suds across his chest and flat stomach, his eyes closed as he lathered his jet black hair. She felt a heat between her legs, and she whimpered at the sensation. 'Oh my god I want him’ she finally admitted to herself. Before she realized what she was doing, Betty found herself opening the door of the boys locker room, and walking in as if she’d done it a thousand times.

Then, suddenly she was frozen. Despite her initial bravado, she actually had never been in there before. Looking at the white and blue tiled room, it appeared nearly identical to the girls locker room, but laid out in reverse. In a lazy pile on the bench in front of her was Jughead’s clothes and backpack. She heard the water from the showers suddenly stop. 'Shit, he must just be finishing’ she thought. Her pulse raced, she knew he was going to turn the corner at any minute, and then what was her plan?

Down the hall from the entrance, Jughead stepped out of the showers, and wrapped a towel across his hips. He breathed a sigh, satisfied that his body and mind were clean, and headed for his belongings.

When he rounded the corner, Betty could not believe her eyes, no she could not Believe. Her. Fucking. Eyes. Jughead jumped back in utter shock at her presence. He was soaking wet, his hair was tousled mess and still dripping down his neck, his chest. He gripped his towel, and Betty’s eyes were drawn to a thick line of hair trailing from his belly downward.

“Jesus christ! Betty! What are you-” He swallowed, adjusting his towel to be sure he was as decent as possible. “What are you doing in here?” He finally spat out.

Betty paused for a moment. Then, suddenly finding confidence, she replied “Well, you told me to wait didn’t you?” He continued to stare at her, dumbfounded. She giggled, “I got impatient”.

Jughead laughed nervously. “Alright. Well I’m done, I just need to get dressed”. She stepped closer to him as he spoke. “Uhm.. it’ll just take a second Betty,” she was now standing right in front of him. Her hands were clasped in front of her hips, her eyes scanning his nearly naked body.
“Betty? Can I get dressed?” He squeeked.

“Hmm..” She slightly twisted her upper body from side to side, feigning a difficult choice. “I don’t think so” She said confidently.

“Well I’m not walking you home like this” He gestured to his toweled hips,  “just because you think I’m eye candy Bets,” his sarcastic wit attempted to break the tension. Betty smiled, but continued on, determined to get her way.

“I don’t want to go home yet anyway,” she said coyly, slowly running her hand up his chest causing Jughead to gasp. He grabbed her hand and held it still, his eyes full of confusion and excitement. 

“Okay Cooper. What’s going on here?” He asked, still hiding behind a playful manner. She responded with a kiss, hungry and wet. Jughead groaned at the intense feeling of her lips, her tongue brazenly searching for his. She pulled back, giving him her best sultry gaze. He was undeniably excited, but still he feared any reciprocation would be too far. He spoke again, voice shaking.

“Betty I don’t have any clothes on, it’ll just take two-” He was cut off by the blonde suddenly pulling off her sweater, and unclipping her bra.

How the Houses Shower

Ravenclaw: Always trying out new products, reading about how shower temperature affects the body, wastes time reading the shampoo bottles, has debates and plans stories in the shower. Spends like half an hour showering.

Slytherin: Lather rinse and repeat, lots of conditioner, spends bottles the fastest, showers 2-3 times a day, leaves the clogged drain for someone else to fix. Showers the most immaculately. The type of person who uses shower shoes and shower caps.

Gryffindor: Plays music and sings along loudly while showering, doesn’t use conditioner because it takes too long to rinse out, pretends to be a fountain, uses shower head as a microphone, walks out with only a towel wrapped around them.

Hufflepuff: Two-in-one shampoo, showers quickly so they don’t use up the hot water, hums in the shower, water can’t be too hot or cold, cleans it after use.

Venus in Gemini: Two Princes

If you want to know what it’s like to be loved by a gemini venus, listen to the song “two princes” by the spin doctors. The energy and lyrics of the song capture the venus in gemini vibe perfectly- sweet, playful, but potentially devoted and deep in love.

If you want to call me baby
Just go ahead, now
And if you like to tell me maybe
Just go ahead, now
And if you wanna buy me flowers
Just go ahead, now
And if you like to talk for hours
Just go ahead, now

Gemini venus is pretty shameless when it comes to love. They keep their heart on their lips and will say anything to get you. At the same time, they can be completely sincere. It is an irresistible, potentially lethal combination.


I mean, would you be able to turn down the guy singing “two princes”?

Nope. Don’t lie. 

But here’s the catch: venus in gemini has a reputation for dishonesty and infidelity. 

Like venus in scorpio, if gemini venus doesn’t feel like you’re The One, they will lie and cheat without any qualms. Unlike venus in scorpio, they probably won’t care too much if you cheat on them too. They are the type to get in a relationship just to avoid boredom. The minute you start to bore them, it’s over, whether you realize it or not. They won’t dump you, though. It’s not because they’re scared (though, as a mutable sign, they like to avoid confrontation) but because you don’t even rate the effort. 

Yeah, gemini venus is the most likely to pull the fuckboy move of getting you to dump them. They’ll start by ignoring you and brushing you off. If that doesn’t cut it, they’ll blatantly flirt with other people in front of you. If that doesn’t work, they’ll let you catch them cheating. Make no mistake- if you catch a gemini cheating, it’s because they wanted you to. 

Regardless, chances are, you’ll be the one to break up with them, which leaves them free of blame and able to start another relationship right away.

Gemini is the sign of duality, and in love, it embodies one of two archetypes: the trickster, or the lovers. 

(Historically, the symbol of Gemini was not twins, but a pair of lovers.)

If you’re not The One, Gemini will play you and not give a single fuck. They can’t feel sorry even if they wanted to.

If you are The One, Gemini will approach the relationship with all the innocence, sincerity, and devotion of a young lover. They will say anything to get and keep you. 

In this context, Gemini venus combines the fire, passion, and single-mindedness of Aries with the depth and commitment of Scorpio. Gemini will shower you with gifts and put you on a pedestal like Leo and make long-term plans like a Capricorn. 

(Each sign carries the energies of the signs that form sextiles and inconjunctions to it. Every sign is unique, but its traits can be created by combining other signs- just like green it its own color, but can be created by mixing red and blue. If you have planets in capricorn, leo, scorpio, and (not or) aries, you may relate strongly to Gemini, even if you have no placements in that sign. Long tangent, but important info!)

As an air sign, Geminis like to be a little unconventional in love. Notice in “two princes” the singer says “if you want to buy me flowers, just go ahead now.” Traditionally, in a hetero courtship, the man buys the woman flowers. Venus in Gemini likes to switch roles and switch back every now and then.

Venus in gemini men may like it if you buy them scarves, flowers, and other “feminine” gifts. He may like to surprise you by cooking and cleaning. Conversely, venus in gemini women may take on traditionally “masculine” tasks like fixing the shower, etc, for her man. Even in same-sex relationships, the venus in gemini person will change roles and perform a variety of tasks for their partner, and expect the same from they. It’s all about variety. This placement also makes it likely for someone to be bisexual and down for anything, especially a threesome. 

Gemini venus men tend to be in touch with their feminine side, and the woman may be comfortable with masculine roles. This is a great placement for the type of self-confidence that allows a person to change into anything, and still retain their sense of self. 

Personally, I used to side-eye venus in gemini a lot, because of their reputation for deception and ruthless actions in love. I listened to that spin doctors song on repeat, couldn’t shake the feeling that it represented venus in gemini perfectly, and had a huge epiphany.

Now, I think this is one of the best venus placements for finding true love because, like scorpio, it allows for soul-level depth, like capricorn, it prevents you from settling for less than what you deserve, like aries, it allows you to pursue your lover fearlessly, and like leo, it endows you with great confidence and generosity. 

I know venus is exalted in pisces, and I understand why, but I feel like venus in gemini should be tied for that position. After all, what better sign for venus to be in, than the sign that is literally symbolized by a pair of lovers?

anonymous asked:

hc - jimin was so upset bc of the death of his dog and jungkook tries his best to cheer him up. Buying him ice cream and a new pup

aCK NONIE WHYYYY?! My heart hurts for jikook.

Okay, so. High school AU.

Jimin literally never misses class. Never ever ever. So Jungkook knows something’s wrong when the bell rings and Jimin isn’t in his usual seat beside Kookie. Kookie immediately texts him, asking what’s happened, but he doesn’t get a response. By the time lunch rolls around, Jimin still hasn’t texted back, and he’s really worried. So are the rest of their friends.

So Kookie ditches the rest of school and drives to Jimin’s house. He jumps out and slams his door shut, heading for the front door. He braces himself for Haru, Jimin’s lovable Malamute, to come bounding to the door. Except he never comes. Kookie frowns and lets himself in the door. He almost leaves, thinking no one is home, until he hears a small sniffle that comes from Jimin’s room.

He runs to Jimin’s door and bangs on it, threatening to knock it down if Jimin doesn’t open up. Jimin finally concedes and opens the door slowly. He’s clad in nothing but shorts and a hoodie, and his tear-stained face in contorted in an expression of extreme sadness. Kookie gasps softly and throws himself at Jimin, wrapping his arms around him. Jimin breaks into sobs, and Kookie squeezes him tight. He fixes one hand in Jimin’s hair and the other on his back, whispering words of consolation, although he has no idea why he’s consoling Jimin in the first place.    

He moves Jimin to his bed and they both sit, Jimin still tucked in Kookie’s arms. He calms down enough to stutter out that Haru had gotten loose that morning and had been hit by a car. He didn’t make it. Kookie doesn’t register the tears falling from his own eyes. He and Jimin had been best friends for years, and Haru had been a big part of his life as well.

When Jimin stops crying, they gather themselves enough to pull away. Kookie ushers Jimin into the shower and fixes them both huge ice cream sundaes while Jimin is occupied. It’s their go-to comfort food for when anything goes wrong. He spends the rest of the day with Jimin, trying to take his mind off of everything. When Jimin’s parents get home, they’re both asleep on the couch, wrapped around each other.

Fast forward a couple months. It’s Jimin’s birthday.

Jungkook is late. He’s late and dead, and he swears to God if the little furry thing tries to jump into his lap one more time…

He swerves into Jimin’s driveway as the fur ball yaps in his ear. When he goes in Yoongi fixes him with a look. You’re late. Jimin’s upset. Kookie sighs. Listen, you try maneuvering a vehicle with this constantly jumping in your lap. Yoongi looks down and notices the puppy in Kookie’s arms and he can’t help but smile. Jimin’s going to die. Kookie nods proudly, a smile on his face. I know.

Yoongi announces Kookie’s presence to the room filled with guests. Look who finally decided to show up. Jimin, facing his cake and away from Kookie, tenses. Jeon Jungkook how DARE you be late to my–oh. Oh. The puppy yaps in Kookie’s arms and Kookie smiles sheepishly. Sorry I’m late hyung. Your present…well, has a mind of it’s own. Jimin stands frozen, tears welling up in his eyes. Jungkookie, he’s so….cute. Kookie chuckles and walks up to Jimin, gently placing the puppy in Jimin’s arms. And he’s yours, Kookie murmurs. You’re serious? Jimin asks, but he isn’t looking at Kookie. He’s looking at the puppy in his arms, the puppy that promptly licks him on the nose. Yeah Kookie nods, as Jimin breaks out into giggles. 

Jimin notices the collar and the tag already placed on it. His thumb brushes across the name. Mochi. Kookie blushes when Jimin says it out loud, but Jimin just looks up at him with a huge smile on his face. It’s perfect.

Dates and Deal Breakers- Coffee Shop AU

So, I promised @takemeawaytocamelot that this would be finished by the end of the week, and I always keep my promises!

This is a continuation of “Two Sugars, Extra Cream” which you can find here under Coffee Shop AU . Enjoy!


Chapter 2: Dates and Deal Breakers

           It was 6:30, and I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror contemplating what in God’s name I should do with my hair. Steaming milk for 6 hours did wonders for curls, and not in the good way. The only way to fix this was to shower, and I simply did not have time for that.

           “What do you think Adso?” I turned to the small pile of gray fur in the doorway. “Is it acceptable? Oh, gross!” He was licking his nether-parts. I wasn’t sure if he did that for business or pleasure, but it was disgusting either way.

           Adso turned at my exclamation, green eyes bright in his charcoal face. He stared unwaveringly, making me super uncomfortable after his previous activity.

           “I’m going to take that awkward stare as a yes, and assume I look all right,” I told him. He meowed happily, and rubbed himself in a figure-eight around my legs. “Okay, don’t trip me Addy. It’s one thing to have messy hair on a first date. It’s another to have a broken arm.”

           He continued his rubbing, anyway. Obviously, he didn’t care about my feelings whatsoever. But, what cat ever did?

           I pivoted to face the full length mirror on the door, and surveyed “The Outfit,” bottom to top. Black boots, black tights, black dress. Black on black on black.

           Classy, Beauchamp.

           My eyes made their way to my hair. Wild as ever, dark curls springing in every direction. There was no hope for it.

           Maybe I should put a headband or something in it…

           A headband? What are you, Beauchamp? Eight?

           I ran my hands through it, zooshing it up a bit.

           Shit, that made it worse.

           Before I could destroy my hair further, Adso startled me by yowling at the door.  

Shit. Is that him?

And then the doorbell rang.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           Jamie drove an obnoxiously large, obnoxiously red truck.

“Compensating for something, my lad?” Jamie had my hand in his, carefully assisting me into his monstrosity vehicle. He gave me a pointed look and slammed the door, but otherwise did not acknowledge my hilarious joke. I watched the top of his red mane float across the windshield before he appeared fully on the other side.

“Nay, ‘twas my godfather’s. He sold it to me fer a guid price.” Jamie heaved into the truck using his grab handles. He wiggled a bit in his seat, before buckling up.

“And what did your godfather need a truck this large for?”

“I dinna ken. Tae hold his big balls, most like.”

“That’s foul.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jamie whipped his truck into the parking lot of a place called Iggy’s Steakhouse.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not a vegetarian…” I said, wrestling with the seatbelt. Jamie had already unbuckled and magically appeared at my side, opening the door for me. He held out his hand, and I used that as leverage to hop out of the truck.

“Aye… Perhaps I shoulda asked…”

“Perhaps. But you’re lucky. I eat meat like nobody’s business.”

“Good.” He placed a hand gently on the small of my back (!!!) and started leading me to the entrance. His hand was large, and probably took up half the space on my back. But it was warm, and his thumb was make tiny, almost imperceptible motions against my dress. I could melt, and would happily be the small English puddle in his life.

Despite the name (Seriously, what kind of name is Iggy? Is it short for something?), the inside was lovely and proper. Small tabled were arranged in rows, each with a candle and a white tablecloth. Small chandeliers littered the ceiling, creating a charming, dim ambiance. I heard, amongst the chattering of patrons, quiet orchestral music. This had to be the fanciest first date I’ve ever been on, and I told Jamie just as much.

“Wow. This place is wonderful! I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Well, it’s not a huge place, ken. My mate Angus owns the place. That’s how I knew about it,” Jamie responded, as we stepped to the hostess. “Two under Fraser, please.”

The woman guided us to our table. A table with a card on it that read “Reservation” in calligraphy. I suppose it pays to know the owner. Speaking of the owner…

“So,” I began, as I shimmied out of my coat. “Your friend’s name is Angus. And he owns a steak restaurant… I can taste the irony, and it tastes like cow.” Jamie chuckled, teeth sparkling in the candlelight.

“Aye. I dinna ken if he did that purposely.” He took a small sip of water. “But, he’s the type that would, so…”  He took another sip, this time including an ice cube. He bit down on the ice with a crunch, and munched on it happily, very much like a cow we were preparing to eat.

“Wow, Fraser. Hungry?”

“Bad habit. I’ve done it since I was a lad. Anytime I would get hot or nervous, I’d eat ice. Deal breaker?”

“No, my bad habits are much worse, just you wait,” I grinned. Jamie mirrored my grin.

“Nay, I doubt that. Ice crunching is probably the worst habit anyone could have. It’s irritatin’ and it’s bad for yer teeth.”

“You know what else is bad for your teeth? Smoking.”

“I dinna know you smoked.” I could hear the trepidation in his voice. Obviously, that was a deal breaker for him.

“I don’t. I’m just giving you a fun fact.” With that, he let out a breath.

“Yer always messin’ wi’ me, Sassenach.”

“I know. I think that’s just how I flirt.”

“Yer flirting wi’ me?”

“I’ve been flirting with you since we first met. Thanks for noticing.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Our dinners came out perfectly arranged on silvery plates. A medium rare steak took up one half, a small salad took up the other. It looked simply mouth-watering. And I, feeling more than a bit peckish, started cutting into it immediately. Jamie, I noticed, did not.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh, aye. Everything’s fine.” He waved over the server; a blond boy no more than 17. “Excuse me, sir? Could I maybe have a bottle of ketchup?”

“Umm, aye?” The boy answered, perplexed, before scampering off. I was confused as well.

“What in God’s name do you need ketchup for?”

“My steak, o’ course.” I stared at him blankly. Surely he was joking…

“I’m sorry?”

“What? Have ye no seen a man put ketchup on his steak before?” He seemed slightly miffed by my attitude.

“No! Never!” It was the truth. I had heard of such blasphemies, but never experienced them first-hand. “You mean to tell me that you took me this nice place, all to drown your delicious steak in ketchup. And your friend owns the place, no less!”

“Are ye mocking my food choice?” Was he truly hurt by this?

“No!” I assured. “I’m just…concerned. Donald Trump eats his steak with ketchup, and I just don’t want you to end up like that…” He rolled his eyes at me. At this time, the young server popped in to drop off Jamie’s desecration, before leaving again. Jamie squeezed the ketchup in his plate, cut into his meal, dipped it in said ketchup, and took an enormous bite. Even more disturbing was him staring at me with wide blue eyes the entire time.

“You’re killing me; you know that?”

“Aye. It’s why I’m doing it. Hope this isn’t a deal breaker either.” I thought for a second, eyes to the ceiling.

“No, but you’re pushing it.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dinner tasted as good as it looked, and I, thankfully, didn’t vomit while watching Jamie eat ketchup drenched steak.

“We’re ready fer the check, please,” Jamie told the boy-server.

“Aye, sir,” he responded.

“It was delicious Jamie,” I said once the boy was gone. “You’ll have to tell your friend that he has a wonderful restaurant.”

“Aye, I will, Sassenach,” Jamie replied as he took the check-holder from the server, and deftly slid his card into the designated pocket before handing it back to him. “He’ll be pleased.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           Jamie wrapped his arm around me as we left the restaurant, which left me feeling all safe and warm. He carefully maneuvered me back into his firetruck, before floating over to his side.

           “Claire,” he said seriously. This caught my attention. Usually we were playful, and banter-y. This was different. He reached over, and tucked a stray curl behind my ear. “I forgot tae tell ye how lovely ye looked tonight. I should have when I picked ye up, but I was too busy staring, ken? Truly, ye are the loveliest woman, inside and out.”

           I blushed. No one had ever spoken to me like that, with such sweetness and sincerity. I wasn’t used to it, and I didn’t know how to respond.

           “Thank you, Jamie. You look very handsome yourself this evening.” It was the truth. He wore a green and blue plaid shirt that simultaneously brought out the red in his hair and the blue in his eyes. His jeans were dark, and hugged his hips lovingly. But it was more than that. It was the twinkle in his eyes. The deep laugh. The small bump in his nose. The ears that stuck out just a bit. The kindness and humour that came so effortlessly to him. I was infatuated. He smiled brightly, pulling at the dimple in his chin.

           “Thank ye, Claire. Not just for the compliment, but fer spending the evening wi’ me.”

           “It was my pleasure.”

           “Mine, as well.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           “Shit.” I wasn’t sure if I had ever heard Jamie curse, but I suppose there was a first time for everything.

           “What? What’s wrong?” But I could already feel it. The truck was slowing down, with no assistance from Jamie. He veered over to the shoulder of the road. “Did your truck just die?”

           “Nay. Ran out of gas.” I also don’t think I’ve ever seen Jamie angry, but tonight was a night of firsts, I suppose. His eyes narrowed, and I saw him clenching and unclenching his jaw. He jumped out of the truck, and slammed the door, hard. I know he was trying to keep his voice down for me, but I still heard the muffled profanities. Some I wasn’t even sure were real words. He circled the truck a couple times, before opening the door again.

           “There’s a station, up over the hill. I’ll have to push it. You scoot over and make sure I dinna push it into traffic.”

           “Jamie…” But he had already closed the door again, and positioned himself at the back. I felt the truck start to move forward, so I moved over to the driver’s side, and steered.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           And that was how we spent the next hour: trying to get the truck up the hill. I offered to push while he steered for a bit, but he was having none of it. So, I sat there steering when I needed to, pushing the brakes when I needed to, but altogether feeling quite useless.

           When we made it to the station, Jamie was red-faced with hair sticking to his forehead and neck. I wouldn’t tell him this, but it was kind of sexy.

           “Thank the Lord!” He exclaimed after filling his truck up. I could tell he was worn. He was breathing harder than usual. Gone was the alive twinkle in his eyes. It was replaced by glassy exhaustion.

           “Do you need me to drive? You’re about to pass out.”

           “Nay, I’ll be fine.”

           “Just let me help, Jamie.”

           “That’s verra kind, but I’m completely awake. My muscles just ache.”

           “Jamie…”

           “Claire…”

           I could be as stubborn as any Scot, and he could see it too. I had my jaw set and my eyes narrowed, ready to be a mule.

           We ended up performing an odd sort of dance across the bench seat, so that we switched places. If this vehicle seemed big as a passenger, it was completely enormous as the driver. I carefully backed out of the space, and sped to a racing crawl all the way back to my flat.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           To Jamie’s credit, he did not fall asleep as a drove. He was, however, staring unseeingly at the street lamps passing by. When I parked at my flat, his reverie broke.

           “Can you make it back okay?” I asked as he walked me to my door.

           “Aye, I dinna live too far. Besides, I told ye, my body’s jus’ tired, no my brain.”

           “Well, if you’re sure…”

           “I am. Dinna worry. I’ll text ye when I get home, okay?”

           “Okay, that’ll make me feel better.” Now here came the awkward part. The part I was never good at: the goodbye after the first date. Do we kiss? Do we hug? Do we shake hands? High five? Fist bump? Jamie placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I had a wonderful time, Sassenach. Shall we do it again sometime?”

“You have my number.” I winked at him. He blinked owlishly back. And then wrapped me in his arms in a crushing hug.

No, that won’t do.

I pulled away from him, and pecked him lightly on the corner of his mouth.

“Be safe, Jamie.”


Iggy’s Restaurant is a fake restaurant. Any resemblance to other restaurants past or present is complete coincidental. 

Also, I did have the steakhouse written before today, but I just had to put the ketchup part in after ECCC panel. :) 

taekook rec: march 2017

if this is what you want, i’ll get closer to you by bambambams (phanjessmagoria)

“You’re almost exactly how you seemed, hyung.”

Taehyung laughed, slinging an arm over Jungkook’s shoulders and tugging him close. Perhaps it was too intimate a gesture for the two of them, since they weren’t actually friends, but they’d known each other for the months they’d been taking dance classes together, so Jungkook didn’t shrug it off. “Then, should we get to know each other a bit better, Jungkook-ah?”

feel it coming by aeterisks

When Taehyung phoned the plumber he wasn’t expecting to have the embodiment of hot sent to his home, but he’s not about to complain.

(Or, Jeongguk is a plumber and Taehyung gets much more than his shower fixed.)

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Control, if you’re listening, and you probably are ‘cause you’re creepy that way, can I just rant for a second about the micromanagement? We’re not blood-filled meat puppets. I come from a long line of plumbers that can fix a shower, but I can’t. Well, Hugh doesn’t shower anyway - he’s British. It’s not being critical, you’re just a very under-bathed nation; everybody knows it.

Life | 2017 | dir. Daniel Espinosa

Beca Mitchell’s Tickets

Beca was sitting on her computer chair, busy throwing and catching her stress ball in the air while Chloe was lying down on Beca’s bed, scrolling through the digital contents of her laptop when, “Hey Becs, remember the Planetarium opening downtown?” the redhead asks her best friend and Beca looks at her unbelievingly. Of course she knows. They’ve been talking about it for three months. It was part of their bucket list since they were already graduating.

They’ve visited all the planetariums they could. It would always be part of their out of town itinerary and most times, they’d settle for the ‘tiny-starry-room’ in Barden. Planetariums have always been their thing. Just theirs. These are the moments Chloe Beale treasures the most. The moments when it would just be her and Beca.

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The Interview - 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | masterlist

A/N: Hello! This will be a bit shorter than normal, just because I don’t want to add too much more to this fic, I just felt that part 1 didn’t have enough fluff, so that’s what this one is going to be full of!

Josh Dun just called you beautiful. Josh Dun just asked for your number. Josh Dun just kissed you on the cheek. What was happening? These were he thoughts you had driving back to your place. You left the venue absolutely speechless. You still didn’t comprehend what was happening. Your celebrity crush thought you were attractive. This doesn’t happen.. Right?

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Crush

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1212

BTS had been working on a comeback for what felt like ages and that meant you didn’t get to see your crush, Jungkook, as much as you would like. But their comeback happened just days ago and the boys were coming to your apartment to celebrate. You were so excited, you couldn’t sleep the night before. You had been up since 5:00 in the morning, cleaning and making sure everything was perfect for the day.

They were all coming over around 2:00 and you couldn’t wait. You rearranged everything at least three times before taking a shower and fixing yourself up. You wore a light blue collared button down tank top with skinny jeans and curled your hair just enough for it to look casual. Your make up was simple, yet elegant, and you hoped Jungkook would like it as you added the last finishing touches to your look. It was 12:00 when you finally finished and decided to watch TV until they arrived.

Being that you didn’t sleep much the night before, you passed out on your couch five minutes into an episode of Hwarang. While you were sleeping, curled up on one end of your couch, the boys arrived.

You woke up to the sound of giggling and harsh hushes from Seokjin. Slowly opening your eyes and blinking rapidly to rid the sleepy blur, you saw Jungkook sitting on the floor next to Taehyung. They were facing the TV that was still playing Hwarang.

“Hyung, you should grow your hair out that long. You look good like that.” You heard Jungkook tease Tae quietly. You laughed as Taehyung jumped on top of him.

“Yah! You woke her up!” Jin scolded, seated at your feet on the couch. “Pabos,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“It’s okay.” You smiled, sitting up and stretching your arms. Jungkook and Taehyung were turned around, staring at you apologetically.

“Mianhe,” they apologized in unison, glancing at Jin as he glared at them.

“It’s okay, guys. How long have you been here?” You asked, looking around to see Namjoon standing behind the couch.

“Maybe like a half hour.” Namjoon answered, looking at his watch. You nodded, smiling at J-Hope who was sitting in the chair placed next to the couch on Jin’s end.

“Hey, Y/n!” He greeted cheerfully. You laughed, waving at the ball of sunshine before you yawned.

“Y/n! Did you not sleep last night?” Jimin asked, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. You shook your head with a small smile.

“I slept a little.” You offered, reaching for a bottle of water on the table and taking a drink.

“Get some sleep, Y/n, it’s not healthy to not sleep. We can go-”

“No!” You cut Namjoon off abruptly. Everyone looked at you, shocked at your raised voice. “Sorry, I just really missed you guys.” You added quietly, glancing at Jungkook.

“We won’t leave then.” Tae smiled, getting up from his spot on the floor to give you a hug. You hugged him back before he picked up your legs and sat down on the couch, setting your legs on top of his. “Do you like Hwarang?” He asked, eyes glued to the screen. You laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, it’s good, Tae! Good job.” You complimented as he flashed you that famous box grin of his, making you smile. Jungkook got up and left the room, looking irritated as he passed you. You frowned, worried it was something you did as Yoongi took his place on the floor. Staring at the ground, eyebrows furrowed, you thought of what could have happened to piss Jungkook off.

You turned, watching him disappear down the hallway to your room. You sighed, getting up and smiling at Taehyung before you slowly walked down the hallway. You stopped in the doorway as you saw him sitting on the edge of your bed, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. You quietly stepped into your room and sat next to him, gently putting your hand on his back. “What’s up, Kook?” You asked, trying to see his face.

He took a deep breath and let it out before sitting up and looking at you. “Nothing, I’m fine, Y/n. Don’t worry about me.” He faked a smile, sliding his hands down his thighs and stopping at his knees. He nodded to himself, about to stand up.

“Uh Jungkook.” You said, grabbing his wrist as he moved to get up. He looked at you before slowly relaxing on the bed.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking at you with confusion.

“You know you can talk to me, right? You can tell me anything.” You reassured. He smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, I know.” He said quietly, looking at his hands as he pushed on his fingers, trying to crack his knuckles. “Thank you, Y/n.”

You smiled, petting his hair and tucking some strands behind his ear. “Kookie, I-” He cut you off, kissing you gently. You gasped, taken aback by his sudden move before you kissed him back. His hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer.

When he pulled away, he looked at you nervously before slowly dropping his hand to his lap and looking down. “I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized. “When I saw you with Taehyung, I got upset ‘cause I… I’m in love with you and I got jealous. If you like Tae Tae, that’s okay. I’ll get over it and I’m really sorry I kissed you. If you don’t want to talk to me for awhile or at all anymore, I understand.” He said so fast, you almost didn’t hear him. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Jungkook! Don’t apologize, I love you too.” You smiled, watching his face light up.

“Really?” He exclaimed, jumping up. You laughed, nodding as he sat back down next to you, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips gently. He pulled away from your lips to place little kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“FINALLY!” You heard someone exclaim from the doorway. When you turned around, you saw Jimin covering Taehyung’s mouth, both of their eyes as wide as they could go. You laughed, falling back onto your bed and covering your face.

“Out!” Jungkook yelled, pointing out the door. The two of them turned and tried to run away, tripping over each other as Jungkook took a threatening step toward them. You giggled as Jungkook fell onto his hands, hovering over you. “Shut up, and kiss me.” He smiled, leaning down. You couldn’t stop giggling as he got closer to you before he burst into laughter as well, collapsing on top of you.

He rolled over, both of you laughing at the ceiling. “They’re idiots.” Jungkook sighed, shaking his head before rolling over on his side and propping his head up on his hand. “You’re so pretty, Y/n.” He whispered, staring at you. You covered your face, hiding your embarrassed smile. “Nooooo” He whined, pulling on your hands. When you let him pull your hands away, he smiled, kissing your forehead. “I’m so glad you don’t like Taehyung.” He whispered. You both giggled before finally deciding it was time to go back out into the living room and hang out with the rest of the boys.

50. Pranking Sam with Dean

A/N: So I’ve discovered that I can write something like this (900 words) in about 45 minutes, but when it comes to my 1200 word history paper, it takes nearly 5 hours. Where’s the sense in that?
Anyways, enjoy this one!

Word count: 935

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“You ready, Agent Queen?” he states into his walkie talkie.

The walkie talkie she absolutely didn’t buy just for this specific mission.

“I was born ready, Agent Hendrix,” she returns, clipping the device to her belt as she maintained her station.

“Target is en route, Agent Queen,” he says, and she readies her weapon before slipping it into the pocket of her jacket.

She hears the front door close, and she takes a deep breath before sliding around the corner and to the noise.

“Sam, you’re back,” she smiles at the taller Winchester as he sets down the bags from his supply run on the table.

“Yeah,” he says absentmindedly. “Where’s Dean? I thought you’d be with him.”

“Not sure. I’ve been trying to fix the shower for the past hour or so,” she lists her explanation, watching his eyebrows shoot up.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t know yet. The water just doesn’t have any pressure,” she shrugs, peeling a banana that he just bought before pulling a piece off to eat it.

“You need any help?” he asks, his hazel eyes catching hers.

“I actually just put the tools up, but if you’ll give me just a sec to get them I’ll be right there,” she says, and he nods before heading off to the bathroom.

She makes her way to the garage, where she quickly pulls off her walkie talkie.

“Agent Hendrix, things are proceeding to plan,” she says in a soft voice.

“Copy, Agent Queen. Is the perp at the location?” Dean’s voice crackles back, and she stifles a grin.

“En route to the location, Agent Hendrix. Going dark in thirty seconds,” she tells him, checking for her weapon in her pocket.

“Roger, Agent Queen. Light ‘em up,” he says, and she clips the walkie talkie back to her belt before drawing her weapon and proceeding cautiously down the hall.

“I don’t think anything’s wrong!” Sam calls just as she makes it to the door. “I just checked, and everything is fine?”

“Oh, everything is more than fine, Sam,” she says in a mock dark voice, watching his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

It’s then that she lifts her weapon and takes aim. He yells with the first impact of water on him, shielding his face as she shot him with the water gun she’d been hiding skillfully.

“Hey!” he yells, brushing past her and down the hallway, trying to avoid her attack.

She follows him, chasing him down the hallways before he makes it outside.

He throws the door open as she slides in behind him, trying to use the last reserves of her water on him.

“Duck, Agent Queen!” Dean yells, and she drops as the first water balloons fly toward Sam.

“Quit, you two!” Sam yells, covering his face as Dean pelted him with balloons.

With a roar, Sam charges toward him and the ice chest filled with water balloons that he was standing by.

“Agent Hendrix!” she yells, chasing after Sam as he managed to steal some of their ammunition. “The target has acquired weapons! I repeat, the target has acquired weapons!”

“Stay back, Agent Queen!” Dean takes a defensive stance in front of her as Sam turns toward them. “The mission has been compromised.”

“New mission, Agent Hendrix?” she asks quickly, watching as the brothers stared off.

Dean had far more balloons than Sam, but none in his hands at the moment. Sam had a limited arsenal, but he was ready to fire on a moment’s notice.

“Same mission. Destroy the target using whatever means necessary, Agent Queen,” Dean tells her, and she bites her bottom lip as Sam grins.

“I’ve always loved you, Agent Hendrix,” she says, and he pauses for a moment to look back at her in confusion.

With a mighty screech, she dives for the ice chest full of balloons and starts flinging them at Sam as fast as she can.

By the time one of them lands on her, Sam is soaking wet, and she cries out as though hurt.

“Agent Queen!” Dean yells as she pretends to be shot. “God damn it, don’t you die on me yet Agent Queen!”

“Now, Agent Hendrix,” she says, looking up at him. “Hit him now, he has no ammo.”

Dean looks up to his brother with a fire in his eyes, clutching the remaining few water balloons in his hands.

“You killed Agent Queen!” he yells as he hurls them toward his brother. “You bastard!”

Sam gets pelted with the last few balloons before Dean makes his way back to her.

“Mission complete, Agent Queen,” he whispers as he picks up her limp body. He lays a soft kiss to her lips as he holds her.

She gives a few more moments of dramatic silence before laughing, watching the smile that erupts on his face.

“Real mature, you two!” Sam yells, but when she looks he’s smiling just as much as they are.

“You’re just mad that we finally got you back!” she yells, standing up with Dean’s help. “That’s for the mayo in my toothpaste!”

“Mayo?” Dean asks, looking to her. “I thought this was for the desecrated pie.”

“That too,” she mumbles, watching as Sam’s grin never faltered.

“You’ve gotta do better than this is you want to end this war,” Sam says, giving her a sly smile. “I always have the better pranks.”

He begins to walk to the house, leaving her and Dean to bring the ice chest back.

“Watch yourself, Winchester! Agents Hendrix and Queen are not going to lose!”

  • Me: I'm not really depressed. I still have the motivation to get up every day, and I make sure to feed myself. I just have some moments of mental weakness, just like everything else.
  • Also me: casually says i hate myself several times a day, constantly degrades my appearance and personality, is insecure about the people who love me, thinks im annoying and worthless and pathetic, relates to anything about depression
  • Me: Anyway, I'm not really depressed.
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I’d like for the world to see me through the lens of a Snapchat filter. Where eyes are brightened, skin is smooth and golden light streams from
All directions. Unfortunately, those filters also make you chocolate bunnies for Easter.

It was the moment of truth. Will or I or won’t I be able to pull my wetsuit up past my hips AND zip it up? The answer… YES! I did my first open water swim of the year today. Was the water cold? Yes, initially, and then it felt good. I swam a little over a mile. I got home, showered, fixed my hair. I’m not quite sure why I fixed my hair because I then decided to go running. But at least I have chocolate bunny evidence that I did fix it today.

I had a scary moment with a dog today on the trail. I had passed a family with dogs sitting on a ledge. I noticed the dogs, a Yorkie mix and a Pit Bull. I said hi! And ran past them. I was about twenty steps away when I hear kids footsteps behind me and I hear a dog. I haven’t looked back but I was certain the kids had the Pit. I know I am now being chased. If I speed up, I encourage the chase. If I slow down, I’m dinner. I hear the feet get faster and I hear the owners calling for the dog. I’ve been bitten by a dog before, strangely also on Easter Sunday. I slow down to a walk and I hear adults running behind me now too. I know they are trying to get to the dog. I don’t want to look back. Animals smell fear and I WAS SCARED. I finally hear them all right behind me. The adults had gotten to the dog. I was inches away from being bitten again. The first time it had been a German Shepherd. I was right it was the Pit. I was a mile and I still had three to go. I had to make all these deals with my self to finish. I wasn’t going to let fear win. And it didn’t.

No bike today. I’ve decided for the days I don’t ride my bike I had two days to my 30 day challenge because I’m making myself do other things so I do t have to ride.