got out of the shitty place

My computer needs repairs -_-

This morning I switched it on and noticed it was taking an abnormal amount of time to boot up. I restarted the machine and suddenly it refused to power on at all.

I’m pretty bummed about this. The timing is super shitty - but of course when would be a good time for this to happen?

I’ve got an orthopedics appointment in August coming up but got notice my healthcare ends on the 31st.

Got notice my license plate needed renewing and shelled out $50 to the DMV. Guess that’s pretty standard.

Computer repairs are like car repairs. You wince and pray for the bill to be under $200.

I just wish to hell I had had the forethought to clean up my desktop? There are reference photos of erect dicks all over the damn place. (b/c of Dansels in Distress series)

I’m not sure whether to brace the guy for them? or just say nothing. I imagine he’s seen plenty by now but still.

Not my favorite Friday morning…

Thank you @nova-nihil and @why-zerd for the feedback. I appreciate it! Been wallowing in self pity all morning >_<

why the signs are in a pissy mood

aries: they feel like they are stuck in the same old routine // they didn’t get their way // none of their friends are as pumped up as them // they found out someone lied about something related to them // someone made them feel insecure about something they take pride in

taurus: someone is trying to rush them into something // they got called lazy // they feel like things are out of their control // something got in the way of their goals // something came up and now they can’t do that one thing that always makes them feel better

gemini: someone called them out on something // all their friends are in a bad mood // they feel like someone is trying to control them // they can’t find anything to do // they just came out to have a good time and they’re honestly feeling so attacked rn

cancer: someone said something and they took it way too personally // people keep trying to vent to them // no one asks how they are doing // the one person they love the most is being a bitch // someone tried to fuck w their things // someone called them controlling

leo: someone denied them or their company // they feel small // they want someone specific’s attention and they can’t get it // they have to go to a class they really don’t want to fucking go to // someone one upped them // they feel like their friends are choosing someone else over them

virgo: they were forced to have a conversation with someone they think is shallow // someone told them they were wrong // someone they care about denied their help // they know they are wasting their time

libra: they feel alone // someone keeps trying to argue with them // they were denied something they feel entitled to // they aren’t getting the admiration they want // they’re forced to work or socialize w sloppy people // someone called them fake

scorpio: there’s nothing good on netflix // something got in the way of them doing their favorite activity // someone they care about is being secretive w them // someone is trying to get them to open up // they realize they are being obsessive over something or someone again 

sagittarius: no one wants to hang out // they feel like someone is trying to trap them // someone thinks they’re lying // someone called them boring // they’re bored // they feel like they are stuck in the same place in life 

capricorn: they feel like they aren’t making any progress // shitty day at work // they have to work under someone whose a dumbass // they can’t find any good music // they can’t stop questioning themselves and their own abilities // someone denied them or their advice

aquarius: someone they actually care about disagreed w them // someone shot down their idea // their plans for a good time keep getting fucked up // they catch themselves caring what other people think of them // they are forced into situations where they must make small talk for hours on end

pisces: everyone around them is in a bad mood // they have to go against their intuitions // they overindulged again // they were forced to work with shallow people // they didn’t get enough alone time // someone they love said something hurtful that they took way too personally

anonymous asked:

what's... what's the difference between owning and acquiring a ferret

owning: keith contacts a weird dude on the internet and a few months later comes home w a lil bed and scratching post and a ferret wearing a collar

acquiring: one day keith came home only to hear weird scuffling noises in his kitchen. he immediately pulled out his knife and checked out the situation, only to find a ferret digging through his cereal cabinet. keith warily eyed the ferret and debated moving it, but the ferret ignored him to continue eating shiro’s shitty old man cereal, so keith just let it be. he figured it would eventually leave through the open kitchen window (presumably how it got in in the first place), and it did. this continues to happen. keith has no idea who’s ferret this is, but he honestly can’t really bring himself to care. over time, he and the ferret eventually acclimate to each other. they learn to coexist and share the kitchen. they don’t cuddle but they do acknowledge each other, and keith likes to take selfies with it. one day shiro comes home to find keith chilling on the couch watching judge judy w the ferret and he drops the groceries.

okay so imagine that after ransom, holster, and lardo graduate they’re like “okay so where do we live now” and like holster and ransom already agreed that they were going to move in together after college while ransom gets his medical degree and they realize that wow apartments are fucking expensive so they’re like “lardo wanna move in with us too so we can actually afford a place with a roof” and she’s like “sure”

imagine the shenanigans they’d get up to

  • so it’s a two bedroom apartment and for some reason holster and ransom get the smaller room??? but they shove a bunk bed in there and can kind of fit a desk there too and there’s only one closet but they’ve been sharing clothes for years so it’s not really an issue
  • lardo gets the bigger room with these fucking beautiful windows in it like there’s a window seat she likes to curl up in when it’s sunny outside and she sets an easel up next to them so she can paint in the natural light and she swears that her art looks better when it dries in the sun
  • she also gets a huge ass bed that dwarfs her completely but she loves it so much cause it’s got fucking soft sheets and a thousand fucking pillows because shitty has a weird fixation on throw pillows and picks her up cute ones that have like a cat face on them or a saying like “i love my bed more than i like you”
    • when shitty sleeps over there isn’t enough room for all the throw pillows and both him and lardo.
    • also shitty loves little spooning it like with lardo wrapped around his back like a backpack he feels super safe
    • lardo also likes being the little spoon. they flip a coin to decide who gets to be it that night
  • none of them can cook for shit so they have a drawer of take out menus and they pull one blindly out of the drawer for dinner. they are on a first name basis with all of the best places.
    • when bitty visits he is horrified and makes them stuff and puts it in the freezer. they have enough frozen dinners to last them a month. sometimes they just eat them cold cause they can’t be fucked to wait for them to heat up. they will never tell bitty this information.
    • lardo actually can make a few dishes she had as a kid and when she’s feeling nostalgic or giving she makes them all dinner and it is so much better than take out
  • holster is surprisingly the best at laundry and he’s not really doing much cause ransom has med school and lardo has art shit to do and holster has a pretty lax job doing the books for a start-up business down the street and he only has to go in like twice a week so he somehow becomes the house husband of the group doing dishes and laundry and cleaning the house up after parties and just on regular days
  • the apartment they bought is in providence or near providence or something to that effect so they go to jack’s games all the damn time. jack lets them sit with the WAGS cause bitty is busy with school so he can’t use the seats and he likes looking up at the box and seeing holster and ransom freak out and lardo curse violently. they’re great additions to the WAGs.
    • a couple of the older guys’ wives kind of adopt the three of them because dear lord you have take out every night? what cleaning product are you using on your kitchen you are going to kill yourself? you don’t use coupons do you know how helpful that shit is? so a bunch of the WAGs teach them how to cook basic meals and what to clean with and how to coupon like a boss
  • bitty moves up to providence after he graduates too and opens his own bakery with a little bit of jack’s help (look i know bitty wanted to work for it but when you have a nhl boyfriend who has more money than he knows what to do with you might as well take advantage) and lardo works there when she isn’t busy cause she likes spending time with bitty and she’s good at it and holster of course does the books for bitty who hates numbers with a passion and ransom crashes there when he’s test stressed
  • okay well back to lardo holster and ransom dream team; they have family nights once a week. they play board games and watch movies and go roller blading in the park (lardo is surprisingly better at rollerblading than ice skating and she whips their asses thoroughly)
  • they get drunk sometimes like as a group and they get tipsy and honest and one time lardo gets too honest and starts talking about how much she loves shitty and she notices the looks holster and ransom send each other as she says shit like “he’s just so good at making me happy, you know?” but the two idiots don’t notice it at all which is infuriating
  • the frogs graduate too and it seems like everyone else is living in providence so they move there too and soon the entire smh group is living in providence and it’s probably not healthy that they’re trying desperately to cling to their college years but fuck it they’re happy and it all started because of holster ransom and lardo moving in together
  • years later when they finally move in with their SOs lardo tells holster and ransom’s kids about how dense their fathers were and how it is totally her doing that they got together in the first place because she is the one that locked them in the bathroom together when ransom was taking a shower and she leaves out the part where she had to leave the apartment because damn were they loud
Sick Day

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean has the flu

Word Count:  2311

Warnings:  None. I think I fluffed.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Sick Day

Kicking the covers off, you give up. Dean has been tossing and turning all night, and you can’t take it anymore.

Crossing to the other bed, you shake Sam gently. “Mmm…” he answers.

“Sam,” you say, shaking harder, “Sam, scoot over.”


“Scoot over.”

He rolls over onto his side and you climb into his bed. When the three of you had to share a room, you always opted to sleep with Dean. Sam tends to take up the entire bed with his massive frame. Dean isn’t much better, but you still end up with a little more room in his bed.  

Sam rolls back over onto his other side, snoring softly. Dean moans incoherently in his sleep from the other side of the room. You’re not sure if bunking with Sam is an improvement in your sleeping conditions, but eventually, you drift off to sleep.


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Liability (Part 2)

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! This one hurt..not gonna lie, and it kinda opened up old wounds that I thought I was over so this was really personal, but I feel like this is a healing process in it of itself.  You can catch up with Part 1 here and if you wanna read more of my work here is my masterlist. 

Dean x Reader (ish), Sam, Jody, Claire

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

Word Count: 1500

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“Was she on a hunt?” Sam asked, gently handling a cup of tea and setting it before Jody. Dean had yet to move away from his spot on the couch that rested a few feet away from you. The sun was beginning to creep over the quaint houses of Sioux Falls.

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random headcanons no one asked for

* 2D has one of those pill boxes and when she was little Noodle would sneak sweets or folded up Pokemon cards in it to try and make him feel better

* If Murdoc and Noodle are having a conversation they don’t want anyone else to hear they speak in Spanish or French. Even if it isn’t private, it’s just a little bonding thing for them

* Since he has a law degree 2D ends up being the bands emergency attorney. Normally he just ends up helping get Murdoc out of trouble though

* During phase 2 Noodle did her GCSEs online. The boys all pitched in, Russel helped with maths and art, 2D helped with english and Murdoc helped her with the sciences

* All of the band members end up stealing Russel’s clothes. He doesn’t mind though he just takes it as them being jealous of his fashion sense

* Murdoc made sure that Noodle was surrounded by other female musicians from a young age. He knew that the music industry could be a shitty place for her and he didn’t want anyone taking advantage of her

* 2D and Russel have a shared interest in space. They got a telescope a while back and sometimes on clear nights they set it up in the garden and have a look out of it whilst having a smoke

Just Us...and Them

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Prompt: You’re a college student looking for fun. Sam’s a hunter needing stress relief. The two of you find both in a club.

Tags: smut, grinding/dancing, drunk sex, semi-public sex

Words: 2223

A/N: smut because why not

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The Signs as Middle-Aged White Moms

Aries: Jennifer // Super aggressive soccer-mom who always wears neon-colored tracksuites // Tries super hard to be the mom everybody likes // “That bitch Carol thinks her snicker-doodles are the best? Well she’s got another thing coming

Taurus: Barbara // All her instagram posts involve her watching Real Housewives with a glass of wine // Does not know how to properly use emojis and abbrevations when they text // “I’m not saying I’m always right, but you sure as hell aren’t either, Courtney" 

 Gemini: Bridgette // Won prom-queen when she was in highschool and won’t let anyone forget it // Really surprised and dismayed her sugar daddy 90-y/o husband hasn’t died yet // "I could buy all the counterfeit bags on the streets of New York and they still wouldn’t be as fake as you are, Jennifer”

Cancer: Beatrice // Cries after every time she watches Dirty Dancing // Attempts offering her new neighbors shitty homemade cookies // “Oh son, don’t hang out with Barbara’s kids you’ll end up a druggy”

Leo: Patricia // Sour as hell since 6th grade when she got 2nd place to Bridgette in a beauty pageant // Will walk into a Spanish restaurant and say “Bonjour, Bitches” // “Listen up honey, you better step up your dick game or I’m cheating on you with Veronica’s husband, Chad”

Virgo: Alice // Hosts ‘Vegan Wednesdays’ in her house // Has a ‘world’s best mom’ bumper sticker on her mini-van // “Oh hey Kids!  You know I’m the HIP mom who whips fleeks with the nae naes :)”

Libra:  Stephanie // Calls for her child from her room to fetch her something that’s literally right next to her // Hot Single mom who has like 12 sugar daddies on speed dial // “It’s Stephanie, pronounced as in Gwen Stefani”

Scorpio: Veronica // Forces their child to start playing the piano or violin by 3 // Has an emotional breakdown, absolutely confused as to why their child doesn’t tell them anything (when every time they do, she lectures them) // “I just don’t understand where i went wrong, how could his GPA sink from a 4.6 to a 4.57?”

Sagittarius: Caitlyn // Constantly reminds people that it’s “Caitlyn with a C” // Constantly wears Prada and Dolce & Gabbana to remind everyone she has more money than them // “I don’t give a fuck about what Alice thinks, she probably hasn’t had sex in such a long time cobwebs have formed in her vagina”

Capricorn: Courtney // The one who, instead of naming her child “Michaela”, names her “Michkaeighlaugh” instead // Adamantly believes that weed is still a drug // “I don’t care what Caitlyn is saying!  More than a ½ teaspoon of salt and this chicken will just be too spicy”

Aquarius:  Vicky // For some odd reason stopped aging after 25 // Super into witchcraft and tarot reading and astrology, uses it as a way to justify everything // “Wow my child’s being such an ass because apparently I’m ‘relating everything to astrology’.  Typical Capricorn Moon in 27 degrees to be a skeptic” 

Pisces: Tiffany // Impulse buyer and big spender, will “accidentally” spend 500$ in a single sitting // has a “Treat Yo-Self” day for doing the absolute bare minimum // “I only have money for either buying food for my kids or this really cute jacket … it’s ok they can starve for the week”

based on a real show my friend attended...

How did Shitty get himself into this situation? Who knows, Lardo probably had something to do with it. Either way, he has found himself at the end of a performance art course with a one man show to put on and no idea what to do (and only the vaguest idea of how he got there in the first place). 

Did he prepare beforehand? Take any of the continuous warnings about not leaving it to the last minute? Absolutely not, brah.

Cut to the performance, after a long week of freak out sessions with Lardo and a lot of crying and begging to Bitty. Surprisingly, the turn out is impressive, a full house. Lights up on Shitty, stark naked, sitting on a chair, slowly eating a grilled cheese sandwich - Bitty made it, so his rapturous expression and the single tear flowing down his face are only natural.

The critics all agree that it was the most moving moment of the otherwise slightly bemusing piece. How does a grilled cheese become a discussion of gender inequality in the US legal system, you may ask? Go along to the show and I’m sure Mr. Knight will let you know in great detail. More importantly, why is he naked? Why does his hair make me feel this way? Questions that may never have answers. 

Overall, a truly wonderful example of avant garde theatre at its finest. A roaring success, defying all expectations.

I MADE IT INTO ART SCHOOL so of course I celebrated it by drawing some overjoyed rarijack. ANyway. I literally cried tears of joy when I saw I was in 9th place, out of the 15 places the school offered. This won’t change any of the mistakes I made this shitty last year, but a least now I feel redeemed from all those mistakes and now my life has a direction again. This is just my first step on becoming a pro, and boi I’ll fucking make it worth… I’m so ready!

AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your skin (bc every fandom should have one and this is my favourite fic trope ever)

Jack gets his words when he’s five years old. At first, he’s kind of confused.

“Maman,” he says, tugging at his mother’s shirt where she sits at the dining room table. He holds his arm up for her to see. “Je ne comprends pas!”

Alicia Zimmermann starts when she sees the words now permanently inked on her son’s forearm. They’re written in a loopy, pretty script down the middle of his arm, stark against his pale skin. She smiles when she reads the words – English, which he hasn’t yet learnt to read – and pulls him up into her lap. She holds his arm gently in her hands, and he pokes at the words suspiciously.

“Qu-est ce que c’est, Maman?”

“It’s your words,” she explains. “They’re the words that will tell you who your soulmate is.”


“Jack,” he looks away from his arm to meet her gaze, his confusion evident. Alicia pulls her jumper to expose her collarbone and the words written there. The handwriting is one Jack knows, recognizes pretty quickly as his father’s, but he’d never really considered the fact that the messy scrawl on his mother’s skin was actually written by his papa. “Everyone gets them at some point or other. Most people get them when their soulmate is born, but not always. Sometimes it’s a little later, or a little earlier, but the point is, there’s someone out there waiting for you.” She lets her jumper sit back in place and runs a gentle hand through her son’s messy black hair. “One day you’ll meet someone who says those words to you. You’ll know they’re your soulmate because it’ll be the first thing they say. Somewhere on their body will be the first words you’ll say to them.” Jack looks thoughtful.

“What do my words say, Maman?”

“Are you sure you can’t work it out?” Jack looks at his arm again, brow furrowed in concentration. His English reading ability is poorer than his French, and the handwriting is a bit too cursive for someone as young as him, but he’s always been determined. Alicia waits patiently as Jack mouths the words slowly, working them out in his head, trying to sound the letters into something he understands.

It’s five minutes before he smiles again, clearly pleased with himself. Whatever he’s worked out is evidently a sentence he understands from the way he bounces excitedly.

“Maman, I know what they’re saying!”

“You know what your soulmate is saying?”

“Oui. I know what they will say.” He takes a deep breath as he looks back down at his arm, running a small finger underneath the words as he reads them carefully out loud. His mother praises his reading, and after a few more minutes of questions about soulmarks the day returns to normal.

It’s only later, when he’s curled up in bed with his stuffed whale toy tucked against his body that he remembers the words again. He pulls back the sleeve of his pajamas to see the words still stark and clear on his skin, even in the low glow from his night light. He whispers them into the air wondrously. For all his excitement now, over the coming years his faith that the words will be spoken with good intention fade and fade as he learns more about the world.

By the time he’s fifteen he covers the words in a long arm sleeve specially designed to hide soulmarks. He only takes it off to shower, and never lets Kent see what’s beneath it. His mother tries to broach the topic once, suggests carefully that soulmarks are rarely ever said in the way one thinks, but his anger makes her sigh and leave it alone. She does encourage him to see a new therapist though, increasingly aware of his unimpeded anxiety over soulmarks and everything else. He feels guilty at his reaction to her concern so he reluctantly agrees to talk to someone about it. They’re better than the last one, and though they specialize in soulmate-related anxiety they quickly latch on to the fact that there are a lot more pressing things endangering Jack’s mental health. His visits are upped to thrice a week, and his prescription is swapped for something less intensive. It doesn’t rid him of anxiety, but it does help. He ends up making some changes to his life that help to lift some of the weight off his shoulders, and everything begins to feel more manageable.

When he’s drafted first pick to the Providence Falconers he’s in a tentatively good place. He’s happy about his team, pleased for Kent as he heads to Las Vegas with the Aces, and feels surprisingly positive despite the pressure the draft had put on him. The future looks brighter, clearer, and as he settles in during his first night in his new Providence apartment, he feels the urge to look at his words for the first time in years.

They still sting when he sees them, an old wound reopened, but he takes deep breaths. The writing is prettier than he remembers, and he almost chuckles at the thought that there’s someone out there with his god-awful handwriting on their body. He sobers up almost instantly, though, running a finger across the words like he did so many years ago. He knows what they mean: that his soulmate doesn’t want him, that he’s a disappointment, that he’s never going to have a relationship like his mother and father do with his soulmate. As he stares at the words he thinks that at least now he can probably deal with it. He’s got a great team and a promising future; a best friend; a much less strained relationship with his father. He knows, now, that he’s not a disappointment to his parents, even if he is to himself or his soulmate. He lives in a nice apartment in a nice area. He thinks he might get a dog.

Despite the hurt they cause, Jack finds himself pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his words, closing his eyes for a brief moment, desperately trying and failing to imagine a way someone could say these words and still want him.

Oh no, he recites in his head, those words that have been impossible to forget, it can’t be you.

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anonymous asked:

You get to write 3x08 of Supergirl. You can do whatever you want with it and the writers have to make 3x01-3x07 lead up to it. What's your pitch?


ok so 3.08 starts off w maggie and alex and lena and kara having dinner together at a nice fancy restaurant. there’s laughter and banter and maggie’s giving lena this look w a smirk. lena stands to pay the bill, kara goes to the bathroom and maggie just turns to alex and is like ‘so, lena is gay and in love with your sister’ and alex just laughs and then is like ‘what?’ lena and kara come back, lena says something flirty to kara and maggie just smirks at alex. alex is shook.

NEXT SCENE the four of them are walking in the dark, the night is dark and brisk. maggie and alex walk with their arms linked, kara and lena hang back and stroll together. soft flirting is exchanged. they are soft gays. alex gets a call, her and kara go to the deo. maggie convinces lena to get a lift home on her motorbike.

j’onn gives them the details of their case - some alien perps using space technology. winn says is using the computer to track the heat signatures or some shit. he makes a comment about their double date. kara is blushed and flustered, alex is like ‘omg kara likes her too’. shook af. winn finds the alien perps.

kara is standing by alex’s locker as she gets into tactical gear, she’s saying how much she liked dinner and she’s glad maggie and alex get along w lena. alex puts an arm on kara’s shoulder and asks her if she has feeling for lena and that she can tell alex anything. kara gets angry, says she’s still mourning monel - she storms off

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE LESBIANS: maggie and lena are at lena’s office. lena apologises, saying she had to pick up something from work and that maggie can go, she’ll get her driver to pick her up. maggie says not to worry. lena offers maggie a drink. maggie accepts, but just a small one. the bitch is a responsible driver. lena pours a huge drink and sits down at her desk, looking at the file. maggie asks if everythings ok. lena opens up about her father’s estate, she has paperwork to go through about it. she talks about her shitty mom. maggie hesitates before telling her simply about her parents. lena nods in solidarity and pours her a bigger drink.

alex and kara do their mission, there’s a sick action scene, and at the end, alex - ever the big sister - questions kara about lena. kara gets super angry and flies off in a huff. j’onn raises his eyebrows, says something dadlike, like give her time and space to figure stuff out. alex sighs and says she knows, she’s just worried she’s rushing into things w a lena.

kara is at the place where monel got yeeted, the open field. she sits in the middle of it. she doesn’t cry though, she just sits hugging her knees staring at the stars. alex finds her there, and sits beside her, grumbling about being too old for sitting on the ground. ‘you don’t need to tell me anything’ alex says ‘but i want you to know that whenever youre ready to talk about anything, monel or lena or whatever it is, i’ll be here because i love you’ (kara hasnt spoken at all about monel up until this point, refusing to whenever someone tries to engage her in that conversation). kara turns to alex and she says ‘i thought i love him, but i…. i don’t miss him like i’m supposed to. i regret that i had to send him away, i regret that we didn’t get the time we were supposed to have together, but….. i don’t miss him’ and alex knows that kara doesnt need her to say anything to make it better. she just needs a hug. alex throws her arm around kara’s shoulder. kara sighs and leans into it. alex’s phone beeps and she opens a message and laughs. ‘let’s go get maggie from lena’s, those idiots’

CUTSMASH TO THE LESBIANS AGAIN. lena and maggie are having a dance party in lena’s office. grunge music is playing and theyre both super drunk. we’ve never seen lena like this. neither has maggie. lena trips over her own feet and lands on the floor, laughing. maggie drops down next to her, clutching a bottle of scotch, also laughing. she turns off the music. ‘so what’s the deal with you and little danvers’ maggie asks and lena’s like ‘is it that obvious’ and maggie’s all ‘lmao im a professional lesbian’ lena’s all soft and talks about how much she likes kara and how she’s an idiot for falling for a straight girl, even more so a fuckin super. maggie says dont count her out just yet, maggie’s seen the way kara looks at lena and it’s decidedly unstraight, and the fact that lena’s a luthor means shit all to kara. lena cries. maggie gives her the bottle.

nek minit, alex and kara turn up. ‘let’s go, drunky’ alex says, picking maggie up and leading her from the room. maggie hugs lena before she goes and is like ‘ur my best friend now im love u no homo’ alex offers to give lena a lift home too, but kara says she’ll sort it out.

after alex and maggie leave, kara picks up lena and puts her on the couch. she can see lena’s been crying and she asks what’s wrong. lena looks into kara’s eyes. her hair’s a mess and her eyes are bloodshot and she looks terrified.

‘i think im falling for you kara’. kara’s breath hitches and very very very slowly, lena leans in. kara is still. she doesn’t stop her. they kiss. it’s soft and tender with an air of passion that kara hasn’t felt in a long time. they pull apart. 

‘i’m sorry lena, i cant do this now. not yet’ she flies away, knowing she has to figure out her shit first.

back at alex’s alex is getting maggie into bed which is proving difficult. suddenly, kara’s in their living room and she’s teetering on the edge of breaking down and then alex catches her and she’s crying in her arms. maggie’s still drunk as a skunk but she grabs her phone and she texts lena and just goes ‘kara’s here. r u ok?’

and then cut to lena and she’s still alone in her office and drinking. she takes a deep breath and says ‘i will be’

end of episode.

hi i hate doing this but i’m losing my mind currently

if you don’t know my current situation i’ll briefly summarize: my mother passed when i was 3, my father did a shit job of taking care of me and the second i turned 18 (aka the second he stopped getting money from the govt for me) he kind of gave up so i moved in with my friend unintentionally, now i’m literally on my own and i pay my own bills, i have monthly loan payments that are doubling bc i still don’t qualify for deferred loans, and all of this is very overwhelming for me bc im a fucking child and i am so scared 90% of the time

recently i’ve been fighting w/ everything, i’ve been trying to get myself food stamps and health insurance but they keep denying me and saying i’m missing information and i’m ultimately playing phone tag with them and it’s been a strenuous process. my summer job fell through and i’ve been applying to places with no avail. i’m trying so hard. i was working as a substitute once the semester at college ended, but the school year is over and my paychecks from that short span of like 5 weeks have come to an end.

today the reality set in when i went to pick up my prescription from the pharmacy and the fucking total came to 95$. i almost cried in the middle of the store bc i had 70$ in my account. thankfully my friend was there and able to help me.

i hate asking for help but i’m so afraid man like i don’t know what i’m going to do and i’m freaking out. i was going to try to get an eye exam bc i haven’t had one since my sophomore year in high school and i’m going to be a sophomore in college now (and i’m supposed to get new glasses every year bc my eyesight is literally so shitty lmao) but like i can’t even afford that so fuck me am i right. i have to push off stuff like that, my ability to see, bc i have to take care of my loan payments and the like. it’s very frustrating.

basically, if any of you could help me out in the slightest i would appreciate it wholeheartedly. any little thing would help, but please don’t donate if you yourself aren’t in a stable place. i know once college starts up again ill hopefully be okay bc i’ve already got an on campus job. but right now there are so many uncertainties in my life and as of right now i can’t afford to pay anything right now and it’s so scary and i hate doing this alone.

here’s the link to my paypal: , and thank you so much to anyone; even just sharing this helps. thank you.

anonymous asked:

Electricity is out! Mc with the RFA members when suddenly lights out for a quite long time.. at their s/o house? (what will happen in there is up to u to decide, even nsfw totally fine lolol)

(some of these are very lightly NSFWish, others aren’t- it’s signalled next to the character name!)


  • He was at MC’s place, playing LOLOL in his laptop while MC browsed their phone next to him
  • his laptop was quite shitty. the battery was probably dead, and it only worked while charging
  • which means that when the power generator went boom and the house went dark, so did his laptop
  • screams
  • it got so dark so quick that he and MC almost fell off the couch
  • he’s super pissed because all the progress he made is now lost
  • but MC distracts him from that and starts looking for candles
  • he chooses his favourite scented candles that he and MC find in a cabinet and uses those to light up the living room
  • he’s a bit anxious about the whole thing, but being with MC like this is… nice
  • the room smells nice and everything is candlelit, and he and MC are cuddling on the couch
  • it’s super relaxing?? he usually dislikes it when power goes out but this is way more enjoyable
  • they fall asleep like that, all cuddled up on the couch
  • (psa: don’t fall asleep with lit candles children that’s a fire hazard don’t be like yoosung and MC)
  • When they wake up, the power is back on
  • and also it’s super late. way too late
  • Yoosung has to rush back home- he has school tomorrow ffs it’s 2 am why did this happen
  • still, he can’t concentrate later, not due to the sleep, but because he keeps wanting to go back and cuddle MC like that instead of sitting in class

Jaehee (NSFWish)

  • sometimes, when jaehee drops by MC’s place, it’s to catch up with stuff
  • talk a bit, cuddle in the couch, have coffee or tea, stuff along those lines
  • it’s usually at night; she’s pretty busy during the day, plus she can drop by on her way home
  • sitting on the table, she’s eating some cookies while chatting with MC
  • and suddenly she can’t see?
  • everything is dark
  • she drops her cookie and calls out for MC
    • “MC? Are you ok?”
  • MC replies, completely unharmed
  • oh the lights went out
  • using their phones’ flashlights, they walk around the house
  • the tv won’t turn on
  • nor any light
  • phones won’t charge
  • no internet
  • pretty much no electricity it seems
  • MC tells Jaehee she can go home- after all, she’s probably going to get bored sitting in their dark house for more time
  • Jaehee refuses and says they’ll keep MC company until the lights come back
  • sitting in the bed with legs crossed, waiting, is pretty boring though
  • one thing leads to another, and suddenly, there they are; laying in bed, tangled in each other, kissing heavily
  • it’d have gone on for longer since Jaehee can get affectionate when alone
  • but the lights come back and snap MC and Jaehee to their senses
  • blushing, MC bids Jaehee goodbye and wishes her a good day at work tomorrow

Zen (NSFWish)

  • visiting MC is his duty as their boyfriend
  • he feels guilty he hardly gets to see MC sometimes, and always tries to make it up by buying MC a little gift or treat when he drops by
  • today is no difference
  • he brings a rose to MC, and greets them with a smooch
  • he knows it’s quite late and apologices (he’s a gentleman!), and tells MC that he won’t overstay his welcome
  • zen you could never overstay plz
  • the intimacy starts even before the lights go out
  • it’s night and the beast is released, what could one expect?
  • on the couch, limbs tangled together and lips leaving small hickeys where they land
  • groans and moans echoing through the house
  • they don’t even notice the lights go out
  • they’re way too busy
  • busy going at it
  • after they’re done, MC notices something
    • “Zen, isn’t it super dark, or…?”
  • they realise the lights went out but they didn’t realize bc they were fucking
  • it’s half amazing, half embarrassing, and entirely comedic to Zen


  • visiting MC isn’t that usual
  • mainly because it’s mostly MC who comes to his place, not the other way around
  • still, he really likes MC’s place
  • it feels homey
  • somehow more than his penthouse
  • it’s hard to fit time to go there in his schedule, which does means most visits are around nighttime, but it doesn’t really matter
  • MC likes to sit down and watch “commoner TV programs” with him, and he finds himself enjoying that time too
  • except when the TV goes black mid-episode
  • the lights go out too
  • Jumin knows what happened, but he’d never really been in a blackout for long. he had emergency generators in C&R and his house- but MC doesn’t seem to
  • he’s a bit interested in what to do as MC gets some candles and battery flashlights
  • he does tell MC to sit down because he worries walking around in the dark like that could make them trip or something
  • it ends up being a long chat with Jumin
  • for some reason, being in the dark with some candles seemed to get him in the mood for talking
  • he tells some childhood stories, and tells stories about V as a child- which are rare
  • finally, when the lights come on, he tells MC that next time he’ll bring some wine in case this happens again
  • also, he does say that if it does happen again… maybe he’ll decide to do more than chat


  • he’s the type who would say he’d drop by MC’s place whenever but. he’d actually always ask first
  • also, MC offers him dinner
  • he can’t turn down food he needs real food as much as he denies it
  • the moment he knows the night will be great is when the lights go out
  • MC is apologising and looking for flashlights
  • ?? mc please you didn’t choose to have the electricity go out chill??
  • in order to pass the time without electronics, Seven knows there is only one way
  • Only One
  • MC is very suspicious when he asks them to bring out all their blankets
  • and when they do, Seven clumsily starts making a fort in the darkness of the living room 
  • suspicions: confirmed
  • … not like MC can complain because they join in on making the blanket fort pretty quickly
  • it’s a bit off for a fort, but hey, it was made in total darkness so it’s ok right
  • nothing beats the feeling of proud wave of emotions when both MC and Seven crawl into the fort and cuddle there
  • also, with the battery he has left on his phone, Seven makes everyone in the RFA freak out when he sends a cryptic message that gives everyone the wrong impression
    • “Hey guys I’m at MC’s place… the lights went out… we’re having fun in the blankets ;)”
  • Zen is screaming but he would never guess MC and Seven are being dorks in a blanket fort

anonymous asked:

It appears Ed has deleted his Twitter. I'm bummed to see him go but it's probably best for him mentally. People are just gonna rag on him because he's very popular now and not underrated like in 2012 (not bashing, there's nothing wrong with no longer being underrated). I don't watch GoT so I don't understand why people hate his cameo so much. Can you explain, and what are your thoughts on all of this?

I know you sent this last night and Ed’s account is back now, but I’m still going to answer it because I have Things to say about Ed’s Game of Thrones cameo. 

The people who hated it hated it for two reasons. The first reason was simply on principle, because they think they’re standing up for something. This reason is fricking stupid, I don’t mind saying. Please quote me on that: it is fricking stupid. These people don’t like Ed because he’s popular. There will always be people like this. They are ridiculous. Can you imagine disliking anything simply because other people like it? The bizarre thing is these people like to say they dislike popular things because they “have taste” or can “decide for themselves what is good” but what they are actually doing is letting the taste of other people influence whether or not they like something without giving themselves a chance to exercise their own taste and choose for themselves in the first place. They convince themselves something is shitty because they’re not the one who discovered it first. The logic – where is it? If I ever make an ass of myself complaining on the internet about not liking something on principle because it got popular without my help, feel free to put me out of my misery because I never want to live a life full of that much stupid.

So. These people didn’t like Ed’s cameo because they unreasonably hate him for being popular and he was on their favorite show, thereby ruining it. You just have to ignore the fact that their favorite show is literally the most popular show in the world. Otherwise their already ridiculous argument breaks down even further in the telling.

The other reason some people didn’t like Ed’s cameo is because they didn’t understand the purpose of that scene within the episode. It is admittedly longish for a scene in which not a lot of action takes place, but that is the point of the scene. Yes, it’s just three minutes of small talk between a main character and some soldiers she meets along the road, but the scene works to humanize everyone in it. Arya has just brutally murdered several of her enemies and is on the way to murder another one (probably several) when she meets these soldiers, the men loyal to the very people she’s on her way to kill. There aren’t really that many of them and considering her skill, she could probably kill them pretty easily, especially given how vulnerable they are in this moment with their weapons in a pile off to one side and the fact that they don’t think of her as a threat. She’s eyeing their swords because she is obviously considering killing them. But then–! They’re unexpectedly nice to her. The soldiers of her enemies offer her food and wine and a place by their fire, and they’re friendly and polite to her, and they talk to her about their lives, about what they’d be doing if they were home where they want to be instead of off fighting someone else’s war. The scene is about Arya realizing that these guys are just people like her, that they have families and hobbies and hopes, and that it’s not their fault they happen to be on opposite sides of this fight. They show her that they aren’t soulless monsters the way you’d want to believe about your enemies and so she spares them, proving that she hasn’t become soulless either despite what she’s done, and they all share this quiet few minutes of peace and humanity in the middle of their otherwise bloody and brutal lives. 

The complaint from those who don’t get it: it’s boring. It’s three minutes of nothing happening because they just wanted to write an overrated popstar into the show. To this, I say: YOUR FACE IS BORING. And just because you don’t get it, you’re going to come online and act like it’s Ed Sheeran’s fault your mind isn’t analytical enough to understand the themes and nuances of your dragon show? Listen, this scene is brilliant. And touching. And sad and beautiful. It makes you question what it means to fight for something, what the point of it is, whether maybe there’s a better way – like sitting by the fire and singing a song together while drinking blackberry wine and being nice

The people who don’t understand this scene wouldn’t have understood it no matter who played Ed’s part, but I frankly think it was a perfect casting. A guy who is this famous, someone you might expect to hate but who actually has a reputation for being kind to people, playing the part of a soldier in the enemy’s army who is actually kind. Art imitating life! I love it.

Oh, and I guess the third kind of person who bashed Ed’s Game of Thrones appearance is just the usual trolls. 

Here’s the bottom line, though: there is no real, logical reason to hate Ed’s cameo. I’m not saying people aren’t allowed, obviously. If they don’t like him, for whatever bizarre reason they can come up with, then that’s their prerogative. But  the fact is he looked great, sounded great, did as good a job delivering his lines as any of the other people in the scene, and was all around a pleasure to watch – and certainly the opposite of a show ruiner. And this is coming from a huge Game of Thrones fan! There may be other people - both famous and unknown - who could have done as good a job as Ed did in that role, but there is no one who could have done it better

And did I mention how great he sounded? :D

Alllllrighty, all that being said, and to address the other part of your message, I’m not actually convinced the twitter thing had much (if anything) to do with people dissing Ed’s Game of Thrones appearance. In fact, I’ve seen a lot more positive and/or funny feedback about it than negative. I think a lot of people - and the media - are assuming the GoT cameo was related because the two things happened within a day of each other and so the hate has been blown largely out of proportion to be used as a reason. But unless Ed or Stuart or somebody releases some sort of statement about it saying that was the case, I don’t think it’s necessary or productive to link the two things together. I’m content that Ed’s cameo was perfect, and his twitter account is back. :) 

Break Free

Winchester Sister Imagine

Warnings: Language

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Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Perhaps it was a dream, you thought. Perhaps if you pinched yourself, you’d wake up. But you didn’t ever want to wake up. The one thing you wanted was to stay in this dream world where no monsters lurked in the dark. Where you and your brothers didn’t need to risk your lives for others on a daily basis. Maybe you’d each have a job. A family A little white fence surrounding a perfect and unnaturally green lawn. Instead, you sat in the back leather wrapped seats of Baby. Dean drove as usual, while Sam sat shotgun. Forcing you to the backseat.

“Why you hanging your face back there?” Dean asked, repositioning the rearview mirror so he could look at you better. But the eye roll and deep scoff you gave him spoke your voice better than words. “Can we not start this again?” He added.

“Let me out.” You shook your head, never making eye contact with either of your brothers. And instead starring hard out into the fast night passing by you.

“Know what…-” Suddenly the tires directed hard to the side of the road and came to a rapid stop. “Why do you always have to pull shit like this?” Dean shouted at you, turned completely around to show you his resting look of utter and complete irritation.

Once again, you shook your head with a scoff. Only this time you popped open the door. Swinging your feet out dramatically before slamming it as hard as you possibly could.

“Fuck this, fuck all of this! And fuck you too Dean for forcing me to continuously live it!” Your voice screamed so loud you were sure what small voice you had would be gone completely tomorrow.

“Oh, so you blame this on me? What else do you blame me for? Might as well add to the dramatic list of bullshit since we’re starting it with this.” He walked towards you, brushing pass Sam who tried to stop him from walking any closer to you in the defensive yet aggressive stance he took up.

“I want out.” The force you used to sit down on the cold paved road pushed the words out. “I’m so tired of living like this and fighting for my damn life over things that shouldn’t be more than scary stories.” Each word you spoke came out dry filled with tears and hurt.

Dean stopped, taking a deep breath to calm himself before speaking. With two long strides he was right in front of your body which was in a ball like form. Knees brought up into your chest while your arms wrapped around them for a comfort. Resting your head on your folded arms as tears strode down your cheeks and onto your jeans.

“We never wanted this for you. Trust me when I say; Sammy and I tried everything we could to keep you from this life.” He was no longer yelling, or talking harshly. There was a deep sense of hurt resting in his words.

“Don’t blame Dean for this. If you’re gonna blame anyone, then-” Sam’s words were cut short.

I blame Dad.” The truth finally came from your lips.

“I blame him for not giving us a good childhood. For leaving us in shitty run down motels while he went out and got his revenge. When Mom died…we didn’t just loose her. We lost a Dad too.” Pausing, you looked up upon your brothers with tear filled eyes. “But he’s not here now, and I want to put this blame on him. Yell at him as loud as I can because I hate him for it-for making me this. I guess you guys were just a false replacement for him that I could stick all my problems and faults on”

Sam crouched down in front of you. Placing either of his hands on the side of your head. But not Dean. He looked as though he had lost it, that the words you said really did a number on him and what heart he had left.

“Replacements are temporary. Dean and I, we’re not going anywhere. Period.” There was the same type of sadness in Sam’s voice as there was in yours. Even as he extended his hand and helped you up.

“I’m sorry you guys have to deal with me” You said in a serious and sincere tone. But before you could say another word, Dean walked straight for you. Wrapping his arms tightly around you. The smell of deep cologne and a hint of beer filled your head.

“Don’t ever apologize for being you or for feeling something. You’re not a mistake.” His grip tightened only slightly. “We wouldn’t trade you for the damn world.”

Die For You.

Requested – No.

Prompt – This imagine was inspired by the song, Die For You by the Weeknd. Yoongi and you are friends with benefits but Yoongi starts gaining feelings for you making it a bit complicated.

Warning – Smut, angst, and cursing.

Words – 2,661.


The lights were flashing around the room as sweaty bodies were swarming around.  The music was blasting loudly in everyone’s ear, but no one seemed to care as they continued to dance provocatively. The scent of alcohol lingered as the cups were distributed in various places of the small area. The atmosphere was toxic, but it was addictive being in a location where the main focus was forgetting the problems that went along with everyone’s lives.

Min Yoongi did not miss the opportunity to drown his life away in alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was better than facing the reality he lives with everyday. His mother abandoned him at such a young age that he was never taught the proper ways of dealing with problems. His father was a deadbeat who inspired Yoongi to drink away his difficulties in life rather than coming to terms with them. There was no better way to do it in Yoongi’s eyes.

The parties, the booze, the girls, and the drugs were all a part of Yoongi’s defense mechanism to forget his issues. His favorite defense mechanism, however, was you. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You were Yoongi’s best friend and occasional fuck buddy. Yoongi manages to forget his problems when he’s with you, but you are also an issue that he wants to get over.

Yoongi fell for you. He doesn’t know when or how he did, it just happened. One day, he looked at you like his best friend then the next he looked at you like the love of his life. He loved the way your hair delicately fell on your face as you laugh at one of his lame jokes or the way you moan his name as he continuously pleases you. All of it made him fall in love.

The party was on full swing and you were the life of it. You were wearing a body con maroon dress with a small hole near your upper back region for design fitting you perfectly. The contagious laugh of yours echoed through the room as you continued to have fun with the sea of individuals. The way you swayed your hips in the middle of the dance floor as you drank your cheap bottle of beer in your small hand was enough for Yoongi to fall apart. He wanted to have you and not just a casual fling; he wants to love you and hold you whenever he can. But Yoongi knew that he couldn’t give you what you deserve. He couldn’t afford love.

This is it. This is the night he will let you go.

Yoongi strode his way over to you pushing past the crowd as females attempted to grind on him. He politely shoved them off as he took another swig of his beer in his hand. He passed it to a drunken boy struggling to find words to say, but accepted the drink just the same. Yoongi finally reached over to you and he snaked his arms around your waist.

“Hey Yoongs!” You twirled around and put your arms around Yoongi’s neck. You pressed your lips to his and it was as if your mouths molded into one. The taste of alcohol was apparent but it made the both of you crave each other more. Yoongi broke away from you and smiled.

“Your dress looks nice.” Yoongi slurred his words and cockily smirked.

“It will look much nicer on your floor.” You brought your lips to his ear and whispered. You kissed below his earlobe and made your way down to his collarbones. Yoongi’s breath hitched as the feeling of your soft lips touched his skin repeatedly. Every kiss you lay on him made the thought of him leaving you hurt.  But it had to be done.

Just one last time.

“As much as I love your public display of affection, I would like to take this into a more private venue.” Yoongi murmured in your ear making your body shiver with his words. He grabbed your wrist gently as he maneuvered a path for the both of you to get through the party.

As soon as you and Yoongi stepped foot in the cold night, he led you to his rundown car that he loved so much even though it was absolute garbage. Yoongi was absolutely in love with it because the car held memories that included the two of you getting absolutely wasted driving to random destinations. It made him forget about his worries that consumed him everyday, but Yoongi knew he couldn’t string you in because you deserved better than a man who would end up like his alcoholic father.

Yoongi drove into the night steering with one hand while the other was on your thigh. It made you squirm in your seat because even his slightest touch drove you on the edge. Since you were the type of person who doesn’t back down from a sensual competition, you intentionally placed your hand on his clothed crotch area. Yoongi chuckled at your gesture.

“You know it’s against the law to distract the driver. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with the fact we might get into a wreck.” Yoongi teased and you rolled your eyes at his lecture.

“Well you know what else is against the law? Drinking and driving, so I guess I’m not the only one breaking rules tonight.” You retorted and Yoongi gave you a smug look trying to pretend he wasn’t impressed by your witty response.

You continued your shenanigans as you carefully unzipped his jeans. Slowly, you made your way inside of his pants just outside of his boxer area. You can feel his throbbing hard length against your touch. You started moving your hand up and down palming him. Yoongi tried to keep a straight face but he couldn’t help but moan by the pleasure he is receiving. To get a better angle, you moved from your seat so now you were on your knees.

“(Y/N), remember to be careful.” Yoongi warned you, but didn’t stop you from your actions because he knew that it would entice you even more.

“No problem, sir.” Yoongi’s breath quickened as he heard you call him, ‘sir.’ It turned him on to no end. You grabbed onto his boxers and moved them out of the way as he sprang free from the restraints. His now hard cock was now in full display for you to admire. It amazed you every time to see Yoongi this vulnerable. You went down to reach the level of his dick and it was a sight that you couldn’t ever erase from your mind. You licked the tip gently as you grabbed the base of his cock. The sensation made Yoongi moan slightly as he started to drift from the road. He made sure to focus, but it was hard considering the fact he was getting head from the most beautiful girl in the world.

You persistently tormented Yoongi by kissing the sides of him seductively and you looked up at him as he smirked down at you, “Keep your eyes on the road, Yoongs.”

“Kind of hard considering the fact I love seeing you suck my dick.” Yoongi replied and you giggled against his length. You decided it was enough teasing so you eased your mouth on top of his cock trying to find a balance between how much you can take. Yoongi moaned while trying to thrust his hips up so you can take more of him inside of you but it was simply not possible considering the fact he was extremely big. You bobbed your head up taking his dick from out of your mouth as you drooled out your saliva. Your hand trailed his up and down so your saliva can coat his length. You brought your lips back to his dick and you continued to move your lips.

Yoongi was in complete bliss and he knew that he couldn’t wait until the two of you got back to his place. He quickly looked for any secluded area so the two of you can have your private moment together. He found an abandoned gas station and he parked rapidly not even caring if his parking was extremely shitty.

Once Yoongi parked the car, he brought his hands to your hair as he grabbed it trying to guide you. The motion made you moan against his length which caused Yoongi to groan and move his hips up. You choked on his dick, but it was all worth it knowing that Yoongi felt good. You can feel his cock twitching, but you knew better than to let him cum in your mouth. It would feel much better inside of you.

You separated your lips from his cock and you stood up straddling him. You kissed him intensely. The movements of your lips together were needy as if you were going to slip from his fingers. Yoongi intensified the kiss by pushing his tongue into your mouth harshly. You moaned and hurriedly tugged on his shirt. He obliged and swiftly took it off then he grabs your dress from the bottom pushing it up and off of you so it exposes your sexy underwear.

“Wow all for me, (Y/N)? You shouldn’t have.” Yoongi smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“No more foreplay, Yoongi. I’m so wet for you.” You brought Yoongi’s hand to your soaked yet clothed heat. It was drenched with your arousal, which made Yoongi moan in excitement. He moved your underwear to the side as he positioned his length in between your legs. Yoongi moved the tip up and down your folds trying to taunt you a bit.

“Beg for me, (Y/N). I want to hear you say you want me.” Yoongi pleaded knowing that he wanted to hear you say you wanted him for the last time. He knew that this was the end of this fling because it hurt knowing that he would only bring you down if this continued on. He couldn’t love an amazing girl like you. Yoongi didn’t deserve it.

“Yoongi, please. I want you. I need you.” For some reason, it hurt you to say those words. It’s as if it had a different meaning to it and it made you think about why. The words leaving your mouth made you hate begging for him. Wanting Yoongi implied wanting all of him, even his heart. This was not meant to have any strings attached, but the thought of it made you want it more.

“Beg for me like you mean it, (Y/N)!” Yoongi shouted and it made you jump in surprise, but it provoked you even more.

“I do mean it, Yoongi! I want you, please. I need this.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt him slip inside of you. You cried out at the feeling of him being so intimate. This was different from the other times you’ve fucked. It felt as if there was some sort of hidden significance that you couldn’t think of.

You bounced trying to create a momentum that the two of you can both enjoy. Yoongi slipped in and out of you as he groaned trying to match your speed. Your breaths were fogging up the windows as you continued to move against Yoongi. You grinded your hips into his to create intense friction then you started moving up and down at a quick pace. You refused to go slow because going slow would make it mean something.

The feeling of you around Yoongi made his mind go wild. He grabbed onto your hips and trying to stop you from going too fast. He wanted to slow it down a bit because he wanted to make this moment last.

“Yoongi, fuck me like this is the last time.” You commanded and that sparked something in Yoongi that caused him to go a bit harder. He wrapped his arms around your waist as his face hit your breasts. You screamed and smiled at the sudden pace. You can feel your stomach tightening knowing that you were almost at your climax while you can feel Yoongi twitching inside of you.

“Let go for me, (Y/N). I know you want to.” Yoongi encouraged you to release and you did. The feeling of euphoria made you scream as you rode out your high. You continued to move up and down so Yoongi can let go as well. You kissed him trying to stimulate a quicker release.

As soon as you attached your lips on his, Yoongi knew he was a goner. He shouted pleased with your actions and released his fluids inside of you, “I love you!”

The three words made your world stop. Yoongi didn’t even realize he said it but that was the only thing ringing in your head. Your body came to a stop as the both of you tried to catch your breaths from that incredible and passionate sex.  Yoongi slipped out of you as you got back into your seat. You put your dress back on and stayed still in your seat.

“That was amazing, (Y/N).” Yoongi chuckled as he zipped up his jeans and threw his shirt back on. You simply nodded and nervously smiled at him trying not to say anything because you didn’t know what words were going to come out. Yoongi ignored your weird attitude, but he knew it was those three words he said to you. He wasn’t dumb. He shifted the gear on drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

Yoongi reached your house and looked at you reciting in his head what he was about to say.

“Look, (Y/N). I meant what I said. I love you. I don’t know how it happened, but it just did and I don’t regret it.” Yoongi confessed anxiously as you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

“The thing is Yoongi, I want you too but I hate it. I hate this feeling. The feeling of being needy makes me feel weak.” You cried out and Yoongi felt a huge pang in his heart knowing that it hurt you to want him. He hated seeing you cry, it felt raw and emotional. His life was a mess and this was exactly what he was trying to avoid. He knew that what he was about to do would hurt him more than it hurt you.

“Just know baby, I would die for you. No matter what we’re going through, I’ll always be there for you. But I can’t afford love. I never wanted this feeling. Letting you go is scaring me right now because I’m scared that I’ll miss you.” Yoongi had tears streaming out of his eyes as he says these words.

“When did we get so fucked up, Yoongi?” You rubbed your head trying to cure the ache that your brain was going through.

“We’ve always been fucked up, (Y/N). The world is fucked up.” Yoongi claimed and you shook your head opening the door to the passenger seat. You jumped out and looked back at Yoongi taking one last look at him.

“I wish it didn’t have to end like this.” You continued to cry and it made Yoongi look away.

“Me too, (Y/N) but you deserve better than a guy like me.” On that note, you closed the door moving to the sidewalk and Yoongi pulled away from the curb not looking back at the girl that he fell for.

He didn’t want to walk away from you, but he knew that if he stayed it would make things worse.

He’d find more reasons to pull the two of you apart.