(A/N: shortish smut. Seriously, who doesn’t want to marry Wonho? Stop me from writing about him I just love him so much he makes me feel things)
Your friends spun you around and held your hands as you danced to the deafening techno music in the club. Full of alcohol, you were finding it increasingly hard to stay up, especially in your new high heels but you were having the best bachelorette party you could have ever hoped for, even though you did miss your fiance who had already had his bachelor party. With just a few days left until the wedding, you were glad to let go and dance with your friends, celebrating what they’d been calling ‘your last night as a free woman’ though of course, you didn’t see it like that. Wonho made you your best self; he made you feel alive. It was almost as if something was missing before you met him. Blue, green and pink lights beamed from the ceiling, moving at a pace that almost made you dizzy. With a ‘Bride to be’ sash on and a neon tutu around your waist, you felt like the centre of attention with everyone encouraging you to down your shots and wishing you well on your future marriage. Even on a night like this where you were supposed to be celebrating your independence, you wanted Wonho to be there with you; dancing in his strong arms sounded perfect. Giggling at your maid of honour who was trying to dance as sexy as she could, you could have sworn you saw one of Wonho’s groomsmen Minhyuk out of the corner of your eye and when you thought that was unlikely, you spotted the leader of Wonho’s group Shownu at the bar. In a haze of confusion, you could barely hear your bridesmaids yelling your name and trying to get your attention.
“(Y/N!) Look who’s here!”
Your bridesmaid called before reaching behind her and pushing your fiance in front of you. He grinned mischievously before cuddling you. Wonho smelled so good and he looked so damn fine in tight denim jeans that hugged his muscular thighs.
“Hoseok! What are you doing here?! You know it’s supposed to be girls only.”
You pretended to be stern with him when really you were over the moon that he had come to see you. With that jaw dropping, dazzling smile, he chuckled with a glimmer of lust in his eyes.
“I just couldn’t stay away jagi. Besides, aren’t you happy to see me? I missed you.”
You couldn’t fight your smile and the feeling of being home and safe when you were with him. Even in the crowded room full of intoxicated strangers, when you were with him, it felt like just the two of you in this crazy love bubble. All of a sudden, he pulled you close and crushed his lips upon yours, desperately needing you. Like it was an instinct, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper in to the kiss. You sensed his hunger, his wanting for you. It became obvious why he’d come and how much he really missed you. You weren’t there in his bed with him and that was something he didn’t like at all; he wasn’t complete without his partner in crime. Wonho grabbed your behind, squeezing it tightly as if no one was there when you heard:
“Oh my fucking god guys, get a room!”
He pulled away with a soft, warm laugh. Your foreheads rested against each other, the two of you gazing in to each others eyes, breathless.
“I missed you too.”
You uttered, just loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. Eagerly, your fiance took your hand and started leading you through the crowd of people.
“Where are we going?!”
You cried as loudly as you could.
“Somewhere! Anywhere! Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”
Within minutes you were in a toilet stall, sat on the seat with your legs around Wonho as he reached forward and kissed you passionately, reaching under your tutu and dragging your panties down your legs.
“Touch yourself jagiya. Let me see you play with yourself. We don’t have much time and I need you, right now.”
You were shy, even in front of your fiance, the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with, though the alcohol in your body helped you feel a little more confident. Wonho stood up and unzipped his jeans, his erection almost breaking the zipper as it bulged out. His deep eyes almost burned in to you, watching you rub your pulsing clit as he dropped his black boxer shorts down around his ankles. Wonho told you to rub yourself as he wanted you to be wet for him but you were already dripping just by seeing his thick, hard manhood in his hand. In the background, you heard the loud bass of the music thumping, hoping it would mask your whimpers. Making you giggle, Wonho lifted you up off the seat and took your place, hinting he wanted you to ride him. Your heart fluttered whilst your horniness was making you a crazy woman. Perhaps Wonho wanted to take advantage of he fact you got extremely aroused when you’d had a few drinks. You could barely believe you were going to fuck your husband to be in a club toilet cubicle but you were both painfully desperate to feel each other, to connect in the most intimate way. Easing yourself down on his hardness, the two of you struggled to keep your eyes open with the insane pleasure and relief. With his cock inside you, you felt full and stretched; you always forgot how big Wonho got when he was fully erect.
“Oh baby. You feel so amazing. I’m never going to get enough of you.”
He uttered, his hands resting on your hips, helping to lift you up and down on his long shaft. Your fiance looked so attractive as he closed his eyes and bit down on his plump lower lip, gently groaning at your tightness. Each time you lowered yourself down, you found a new wave of bliss; it was becoming hard to stay quiet. You just wanted to scream his name.
You whimpered, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.
“Holy shit I can’t wait to marry you. I just want to call you my wife already. I just want you to be mine.”
Wonho grunted as his pupils dilated and his hands moved from your hips to your behind.
“I am yours Hoseok. I’m all yours.”
You moaned before feeling his lips return to yours, demanding your touch. Your mouths moved in sync; you were captured in his sensuous embrace. Moving your hips faster, you felt your orgasm build as your walls tightened and your clit rubbed lightly on Wonho’s neat pubic hair. The orgasm felt like a warm tingling sensation in your pussy and as soon as Wonho reached down and played with your excited clitoris, you felt yourself tipping over the edge.
“Baby I want to cum!”
You cried, too engulfed in pleasure to care if anyone could hear. Feeling Wonho’s cock twitch inside you, you could tell he was seconds away from finishing too.
“Yes! Cum on my cock baby. Show me you’re mine!”
Wonho growled before kissing and biting at your neck, inevitably giving you a hickey that you hoped would fade before the wedding but he knew you loved it when he nibbled on your neck. Wonho had to stifle your screaming with a harsh, scorching kiss as your orgasm rocked through your body and soon enough, you felt his warm liquid drip out of you. For moments you sat there, tangled in a warm cuddle as the two of you tried your best to get your breath back. With his arms wrapped around you so tightly, you didn’t want to move. You almost forgot it was supposed to be your bachelorette party. Deeply, you sighed.
“I suppose I should go back to the girls baby. This is supposed to be my last night as a single lady.”
You said, trying to move but Wonho wouldn’t let you go yet. He smirked boyishly; the smirk that made you fall so hard for him.
“Do you want me to go?”
He asked, his eyes turning puppy dog like. You giggled, shaking your head.
“Just, I want round two when we get home. But for now, we better go and dance…and pretend we didn’t just fuck in here.”
You responded. It was nearly painful to climb off Wonho, suddenly feeling empty and colder. You passed Wonho some tissues as you tried to clean up but you were pulled back down on top of him.
“Baby. I want everyone to know we just fucked in here.”
Words: 982 Plot: A Romulan transmission comes through requesting negotiations - the reader volunteers. When Spock objects, she’s more than a little offended that he thinks she can’t do her job. But that’s far from the reason he’s not happy. A/N: I love Spock x reader pairing SO MUCH. SO MUCH. Despite having requests out the wazoo I’m going to take a little time to give this pairing to end all pairings a little love. It’s sort of a sequel to Shon-ha’lock, if you want it to be.
The transmission had come through, cracked and stuttering as it played on the bridge; a Romulan diplomacy ship having lost primary and auxiliary engines due to a massive malfunction. They requested aid; Kirk had offered a boarding party to discuss the terms of such aid. They had, reluctantly, accepted. When the transmission darkened, the room went silent. “What are the odds this is a trap?” Sulu asked, turning over his shoulder to look over at the captain. Kirk’s brow furrowed; he reached his index finger to his lips in thought before pushing out of his seat. “I don’t know. Which is why I’ve got to be the one to go” Kirk added “I’ll take a small ground crew. Raise all shields, monitor life signs”.
“Uhura? You’re fluent in Romulan, right?” Lieutenant Uhura folded her hands behind her back, raising her chin. “I am. But I don’t know how confident I am discerning what happened; I’m not familiar with Romulan ship mechanics”. Kirk clenched his jaw, drumming his fingers against his sides. “Captain” (y/n) stood awkwardly from behind her desk; pulling at the hem of her yellow shirt as she nudged her chair with her foot. “I think I can do it. I wrote a dissertation on Romulan spacefairing in the Academy. If they’re lying, I should be able to figure it out-” “-Captain, it seems reasonably illogical to remove the Communications Lieutenant from her post when we will be needing to send transmissions to starfleet” Spock interjected hastily, his mouth a thin line as he stared at Kirk, almost deliberately avoiding (y/n)’s gaze as he did so. (y/n) bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor immediately in frustration. She had trained for this. She knew what she was doing. She had this under control. “Mr. Sulu can monitor comms in her absence. I don’t doubt he can do a reasonable job until we get back” Kirk added, tapping figures into his PADD. (y/n) swore she could see a smirk on Jim’s lips; but if it was there, it was gone in moments. “-Then allow me to go in your place. I have familiarity with Romulan ships and am the First Officer of this ship. Should anything happen I would-” “Spock” Jim asserted, turning to the Vulcan “I need you here. You being the First Officer is exactly why you need to be here when I beam over. If it all goes to hell, there’s nobody I’d rather have commanding this ship.” Spock keyed a command into his PADD before turning to Kirk, his eyes sharp. “Yes, sir.” “Excellent” Jim grinned, clasping his hands together “Lieutenant, we beam out in five minutes. Suit up and I’ll meet you in the transporter room.” (y/n) felt her stomach turn with nerves, her heart thrashing in her chest. Nodding to Kirk, she quickly logged herself out of her panel and darted over to the turbolift, tying her hair back out of her face with a band she kept around her wrist. Pushing the button to take her to her quarters, the lift doors began closing.
A hand reached out, and the automatic doors slid open again. Spock walked in coolly, his hands held tightly behind his back as he stood beside her. From here, she could see the way his cheekbone curved in the light; the way his hairline dusted against his ears- No. She couldn’t bare to think about those things right now. She’d been smitten for him for too long; always tripping over her words in the corridor; always making up reasons to stay behind on the bridge when she was exhausted just to be in the room alone with him. He never seemed to give her the time of day; or if he did, it always had to be for something. He’d saved her life once; she’d been shot, disruptor fire causing her to fall and break her ribs. He’d carried her, then. Visited her in the medbay. He’d been kind. But there were always reasons. Always answers. Never the ones she wanted. “Lieutenant-” Spock began. “Why did you do that?” (y/n) asked, turning to face him as the turbolift clicked, beginning its descent away from the bridge. He looked straight ahead; only acknowledging her out of the corner of his eye. He visibly swallowed.
“Clarify”. (y/n) gritted her teeth. “You know I’m more than qualified to go on this mission. You previously described my field performance as ‘exemplary’ in regards to identifying cultural differences in regards to spacefairing designs” she breathed. Spock’s hands seemed to move slightly behind his back; he re-adjusted his posture. “You are likely the most qualified candidate for this mission”. (y/n) opened her mouth in shock, her brow furrowing as she looked at him incredulously. “Then why would you-” “Your conclusion that I would insist on you remaining on the ship as a result of your incapacity is incorrect. It is far from the truth of the matter.” (y/n) felt her frustration draining; her hands shaking as the feelings of inadequacy left them, replaced with a haze of confusion and anticipation. Spock barely looked at her; he almost never truly looked at her. It was as though he was always looking just over her shoulder, just over her head. “What is the truth of the matter, Spock?” The turbolift dinged as it approached her floor. Spock turned then, his eyes darting across to hers. His gaze was so intense she felt her face grow hot; something held within it making her heart hammer in her chest. “If a situation occurred in which your safety was threatened; others may not handle your safety being at risk with so much comfort.” The doors slid open, and Spock strode out quickly. (y/n) swore she saw his ears tinged with green; but if that were the case it was only for a moment, and then he was out of sight.
There´s been written a lot of Jamie POV about his PTSD, but I can´t remember any from Claire´s perspective (if there was any). What she felt and thought during her husband´s healing proces? How she tried to help him (ease his pain)?
Jamie carefully balanced the tray as he ascended the
stairs, bare fleet sliding along the worn wood boards.
Just past dawn on the Fourth of July – it would be a busy
one at Lallybroch, yet again. Claire and Jenny Ian and Murtagh and Suzette and
all the kids had all been up late, sweeping off the lawn and setting up chairs
and tables for the barbeque that had become a cherished annual tradition.
For every year, the Fraser/Murrays of Fraser’s Ridge
extended an open invitation to all veterans of all conflicts, to come together
at their home on America’s birthday and celebrate service, and each other. And
remember those who hadn’t made it home to celebrate.
Most of the veterans were local – Murtagh’s close-knit
friends from when he stormed the beaches at Normandy; the few ‘Nam vets Jamie
had gotten to know through his business dealings, selling Lallybroch’s milk and
cheese and wool and produce to local markets; friends and family of Claire’s
current and former patients at her neurology practice.
This year was especially poignant, as it was the first
since the men and women who had helped push Saddam out of Kuwait would be here
Quietly down the hallway – past Brianna’s room. Aged
sixteen, she was intelligent, vivacious, responsible – and drop-dead gorgeous.
The younger guys would be flocking around her tonight.
Jamie sighed, then gently elbowed open the master bedroom
Claire was awake – she never slept long by herself,
sensing his absence even in sleep. She blinked at him from against the
headboard his grandfather had carved, hair all wild, the low neck of her sleep
shirt slung to expose one bare shoulder. And smiled.
Eighteen years since a beaming Murtagh had walked her
down the aisle at St. Bride’s Church, when she legally became the Fraser she
had already been since they handfasted the year before. Twenty-three years
since he first saw her, a circle of light amid a haze of confusion and pain,
smiling down at him at Chu Lai.
His heart still stuttered to see her.
He set down the tray on the bedside table he’d made her
for their anniversary, handed her the black coffee she craved each morning.
“I’ll need this today,” she yawned, gently scooting over
for him to sit beside her. “Careful – we’ve got a visitor.”
Five-year-old William Fraser – their joyful surprise –
snuffed against his mother’s lap and returned to sleep. Jamie reached over to
ruffle his brown curls – so much like Claire’s.
“Is he all right?”
“He was so excited last night he had a hard time falling
asleep – it’s the first barbeque he can *really* help with.”
Jamie bent to kiss Claire’s exposed shoulder. “Thank you
for all you do for me. For us. I know it’s always a lot of work – ”
“Nonsense. You know I’m happy to do it. Proud to do it.”
She sipped her coffee. Thoughtful. “It’s so important to everyone – to help
them remember they are appreciated. That they have a home, a place to relax.”
He nodded, mind turning over the thousand small tasks
still to be done before the guests arrived at noon –
“You do it because you don’t want them to be forgotten,
He turned to face her.
“You know me too well.”
“I know it grates on you how for so long, nobody wanted
to talk about Viet Nam. To acknowledge what soldiers like you – ”
“Soldiers like *us*,” he corrected.
She twisted her lips. “Like *us* - what we experienced.
What we survived – it was no less honorable than the guys in France or the
Pacific or Korea.”
“I don’t want the kids coming back from Desert Storm to
ever feel the same way.” His eyes were far, far away – remembering those times
people had sneered at the “Vietnam Vet” bumper sticker on his pickup truck, and
how hard it was for him to claim benefits from the VA, and how so many of the
men he had commanded in Nam had fallen on hard times. “That – that people don’t
appreciate them, and their service, and their sacrifice. Forget the politics.”
Claire set down her now-empty coffee cup, gently rolled
their sleeping son off of her lap, and crawled onto her husband’s lap. Wrapped
her legs around his waist. Holding him so, so tight.
He melted into her – full of so much.
“You do right, Jamie,” she whispered hotly in his ear.
His fingers dug into her hips. “They won’t go through any of that, because of
He swallowed, holding her close.
“If Brianna or William ever choose to serve, I – I want
it to be better for them,” he rasped. “They need to know – ”
“Hush. They *do* know, love. Hush.”
Always so strong for her – for their son and daughter –
for their family and employees and clients.
But they both knew that she was the strength for both of
John realises Sherlock must anticipate his nightmares. He’ll often find himself waking up before the really awful thing has begun, when all his mind has time to think up was a confused haze of worry and noise.
He’ll wake to slow, gentle fingers running through his hair. Sherlock’s voice, murmuring, “Shh….just a dream, John. There, now, you’re back. Never left, not really.”
And Sherlock will perform yet another miracle, when he realises John can’t quite find his voice. He’ll say John’s safe, tell him exactly where he is, post code and all, list off the current temperature, the details of that night’s traffic.
The facts will continue on and on, a steady flow, until John’s heartbeat slows back down.
“Alright?” Sherlock will say. Only that. Nothing else is needed.
John will turn and hug him, lips brushing along Sherlock’s collarbone.
“You’re…” He’ll try but he’s suddenly- wonderfully- far too sleepy to say much else. Whatever Sherlock is, it’s far too brilliant to put into words.
“Magic,” John will settle for and he’ll smile as he feels Sherlock’s laughter vibrate from his chest. It lulls him back to sleep.
[ ˌdɛsɪˈdɪərɪəm ] noun; a powerful desire or yearning.
Prompt: “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice.” Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: Smut Count: 1.256 words
warnings: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, public sex, dirty talk
There is something titillating about Park Jimin relaxing under the direct sunlight whilst small droplets of water run up and down his exposed body, eyes closed and a small relaxed smile gracing his lips. “It’s such a nice day,” he murmurs opening his eyes to fix his gaze on you, his smile widening as he takes you in, the very apple of his eye. “It is,” you reply, keeping to yourself the knowledge that what makes it a nice day is his very presence and not your surroundings or the beautiful weather. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asks whilst his hands move to grab your hips and pull you closer as he leans on the pool edge. You smile back at him gently encircling his neck with your arms before capturing his lips in a rather chaste kiss. His lips always taste as sweet as candy and it drives you absolutely insane – especially when he glides his tongue on your bottom lip like that, right before grabbing the soft skin between his teeth just to tease a tad bit more. Park Jimin is an absolute master in turning a simple kiss into a heated make-up session and it makes absolutely no difference to him the fact that you’re in the middle of a pool, surrounded by people and, most importantly, kids. And it’s exactly that thought that stops you from devouring him right on the spot.
You brushed your messy hair out of your face as you rolled over. Letting out a quiet groan when your clock read 10:17. You were still tired but knew one of your brothers would come wake you up soon if you didn’t get up. You jumped as you felt something soft brushing up against your foot. You quickly turned around and backed up across your room. Once you were against the other wall you crouched down to look at what had touched you. Upon noticing what was lying there, you quickly ran out of your room to ask for help.
You quickly walked into the kitchen where you in your haze of confusion ran straight into Sam. “Woah there,” He laughed while grabbing your arm so you wouldn’t fall over, “What’s up shorty?” You heard Dean question from the table behind Sam. “I just, um, I” you stuttered trying to decide if you were crazy or not while pointing in the direction of your room, “WHY IS THERE A CAT UNDER MY BED?” you asked, deciding one of them probably wanted to prank you. “Why is there- what?” Sam asked, looking at you crazy, while Dean got up to check.
You and Sam heard Dean sneeze as you rounded the corner to your room. “Yep, she’s not crazy, there’s a cat somewhere around here.” He said while rubbing his nose. “Okay,” you responded, “How did it get in here?” You all turned around when heard running down the hallway. You shook Sam’s hand off your arm when he tried to pull you backwards in his true, older brotherly fashion. You all visibly relaxed when you saw Castiel slide around the corner. “Have you seen Peaches?” He blurted out before any of you could ask why he was running. You heard Sam stuttering, not knowing how to react, as you and Dean both pointed at you bedroom door.
You and your brothers stood awkwardly outside your door as Castiel went into your room and shut the door behind him. You all exchanged increasingly nervous glances as you heard hissing sounds and grunts coming from the other side of the door. You grew concerned after an extended silence and knocked on the door before opening it, “You okay in here?” Cas either hadn’t heard you or ignored you due to the fact that he was holding the cat a face level and was scolding her, “You were injured in the woods and I helped you, and this is how you repay me? Scratching me?” You bit your lip to stifle the laugh as the cat placed her paw on his nose. “Um, Cas… buddy. What’s with the cat, and why was it in my room?” Castiel lowered the cat to his chest before turning to you, “Well when I was taking a walk this morning I found her in the woods with a broken paw and took pity. It seems she is ungrateful though.” You laughed before shaking your head and turning around to walk you. “You have a fun time telling Dean about this!”
There is a light in this world, a healing spirit more powerful than any darkness we may encounter. We sometimes lose sight of this force when there is suffering, too much pain. Then suddenly, the spirit will emerge through the lives of ordinary people who hear a call and answer in extraordinary ways…
There can be spotlights and smokescreens with Neptune in the 10th. The individual has a great vision when it comes to dreams and profession. However the wander through Neptune’s sedate haze can erupt in confusion and disillusion. There can be a struggle with pinpointing a life direction and the overbearing tug into many different career pathways. It’s like they feel as if they could always be doing better, or always be doing more. The individual has a hypnotic sway over strangers and an elusive, otherworldly public perception. People can mistake them for being something they are not. Mostly the individual will be regarded as someone who is empathic, extrasolar, and confusing. They have a high receptivity for the needs of the public. They feel like they have an extraordinary purpose in the world. But how do they figure out what it is?
Neptune in the 10th visualise an ideal when it comes to the profession. Ambition and focus may come and go in waves, and they can mysteriously self destruct along the way. Neptune is the redeemer - it is sweet, seductive, musical, and also shadowy, holographic, and deceptive. The individual may feel that attaining that idealised career goal will promise lifelong happiness and salvation. We could assume the person is lured into Neptune related roles - cinema, creativity, arts, nursing, healing, service, and welfare. They may feel that their public perception is at conflict with their true persona, and they can be less unusual and puzzling than it seems. The individual will make a lot of sacrifices when it comes to achieving professional results, but be unrealistic about time frames and study. Maybe they are unpractical at work, or overly lethargic and uninspired. Neptune in the 10th will need a profession that can be turned into artwork, like something magical. It must spindle emotions and appeal to their heavy conscience.
The tenth house in astrology represents the dominant parent. With Neptune here, the parent may have been a tremendous creative visionary, or somebody who suffered addiction and mental illness. Maybe both. The individual may feel that redemption lies in the pride of parents. Neptune in the 10th wants to be a great healer, and may feel like their purpose on earth is to be an antidote for a sick humanity. The themes around their upbringing, where the individual could have been exposed to substances and psychological ailment send them into roles where they can attempt to heal those they couldn’t in childhood. They feel saturated in contentment when he receives public praise, and they are typically very emotionally receptive to collective needs. With artistic brush stroked ideals, the individual may feel that money and current political systems are barricading away their dreams. Neptune in the 10th wants to paint, dwell, and do something sweeping. But they can’t figure out what, or how, or if they are ‘truly ready’. This is the rainbow mural on the tenth house billboard, hidden beneath the sea with mermaid fins. The twinkle in their eyes reflect the snapping photograph lights from their cosmic audience.
Sirius Black was a complex wizard. He was a boy full of life and mischief, never settling for anything short of fun. Although, for everything he had been through, it was understandable. At a young age, he made it a goal to not become a man of mundanity. The thought alone reminded him of everything he stood against. It was his father, whose daily schedule was concrete and made no room for any discussion, regardless of if it was for his own son. It was his mother, who promptly pushed him to be more punctual, more proper, and more like a respectable Black. Although, she often referred to this as being less of a disgrace to the family name.
This is why the young boy could not be tied down to a single girl, why he switched his favorite sweet each week, and why he only had certain fads of interest in school subjects. The mundane aspects of life brought a familiarity that he tried to forget. It reminded him that he was one step closer to being a Black, which he knew he no longer could be even if he wanted to. His family already abandoned him, so he adopted a persona that kept people interested. He felt as if he needed to be extraordinary to be wanted, otherwise the people he loved would desert him too.
Yet, the first time Sirius Black had fallen into routine, he did not know it.
Brewery : Sandbox Beer : Hazed & Confuzed Style : IPA / India Pale Ale Variance : None
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Did anyone else ever have one of those giant green turtle sandboxes as a kid? Those used to be the jam and I remember burying all of my action figures up to their necks in sand like they were POWs in some Middle Eastern war while simultaneously filling my underwear with gritty nonsense with it chaffing the hell out of me. If you haven’t noticed by now, that all really had nothing to do with this beer besides the fact that the name of the brewery is Sandbox but I figured it would be a nice way for us to connect so now that we have and we’re bffs, let’s move on to the beer shall we? This is definitely another great beer by these guys and I’m definitely a fan so if anyone knows who runs their fan club and where I can sign up please let me know ASAP. K Thanx (winky face). A nice sweet pineapple juice and citrus flavor starts things off with some hop acidity and bitterness mixing in towards the middle before ending thing with a sweet and almost orange juice like taste to close. This beer may be hazed but I am certainly not confused because this beer is damn good and I can really see these guys blowing up in no time. If you expected me to make some kind of Matthew McConaughey or Jason London reference because of the movie, think again fuckers because this beer is too good to rope in with that so get over it and move on with your life. If you are looking for an easy drinking version of the ever growing New England IPA look no further than here because it is definitely a solid starting point. As for you pros, scoop this up and enjoy it because soon enough people will be lineup up around the block to grab this so get ahead of the trend and beat the hype!
“Yeah, I set it on the counter over there,” you answered Sam, your right arm extending behind you as it pointed towards the kitchen area.
Your nose was shoved into a book, not daring to separate your attention away from it for even a split second. Anything that was a possible distraction was your best bet right now. That and the fact you didn’t particularly enjoy any of the team’s company as of this moment in time. The antagonizing had gotten even worse and it had come to the point where they were so obvious and deafening, your secret had been exposed to now everyone. And when you say everyone, you mean everyone. Your mind eventually drew itself away from the pages of the book as the words became blurry, your thoughts gathering somewhere else, somewhere you couldn’t get out of your nagging head the entire night.
Tony continued, “-and Y/N, need to work out whatever nervous and sexual energy you have going on between the two of you.”
Steve'a eyebrows furrowed in shock and confusion as he looked to you for a simple answer to the equation, “Y/N what is going on?”
Your mind horrifically jumped back into reality as the words being muttered at that moment last night caused you to almost upchuck all over the place. You’ve refused to speak to Tony since last night, despite is close efforts to corner you in a room or catch you off-guard. It didn’t matter what why he tried, you still managed to escape his attempts every time. Your heart couldn’t come to terms with forgiving him in any way, shape, or form. What he did was unforgivable.
But Steve, he was an entirely different story. Ever since you ran out of the situation, your stomach twisted in knots as your heart sank to the bottom it, you’ve been avoiding him all day.
(everything in italics here happened last night)
You had locked yourself in your room, throwing yourself on the bed in horror and defeat, your wet tears staining the pillow you had clutched in your arms. Sobs wracked your body in an attempt to erase your memory of the horrible happenings that had just occurred, and replacing them with screams and tears. You shut yourself in your room for what felt like hours on end, the darkness somewhat soothed you at the horrid moment that had happened. As your breaths became light and slowed down to a normal pace, you felt your eyelids become heavy, a sleepy state masking over the heartbroken one. Darkness was all you could see and you felt achingly tired all of the sudden as you sipped into a state of pure silence.
That was until you heard the seemingly familiar knock on your door. Your head popped up quickly at the sound of the person deciding to interrupt your one quiet and soothing moment you had. Regret scaled over the room as you debated whether to answer or not, you didn’t want to speak to anyone at the moment, especially Tony. It wasn’t worth it. You decided to ignore the knocks and keep your mouth shut to a minimum, and watch the shadow of the person’s feet at the bottom of your door instead. Your eyes still trained on the black shadow underneath the door frame, you heard heavy breathing at the sound of your silence.
Your uneven breathing patterns were quiet until you heard a loud sigh muffle outside your door and a sweet voice filled with regret speak, “Y/N? Can we talk?”
Steve’s unforgettable, strong voice rang through your ears in a hazy way, your eyes widening for the first time in the past three hours. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, head lifting off the pillow and then your body made it way weakly off the comfortable safe space. Daringly, your feet hit the soft carpet and you tip-toe your way over to the door. You feel Steve’s presence closer than before against the door as you lean your own body against hit, laying your palm against the cold steel.
On the other side of the door, Steve leans forward to place his forehead against the large object that’s keeping you two from seeing one another. He shuts his blue eyes tightly, pain and guilt washing over him as he hears complete silence on the other side.
He sighs deeply, before deciding to ask once more, “Please, Y/N. Can we please talk?” he pleads to you, his strong voice sounding slightly weak at his statement.
His pleads echo in your ear and you feel a pang at your chest, your mind clouding with thoughts of numerous ways to let someone down easy, telling them that the feelings weren’t reciprocated. The worst about it was that you already knew what he wanted to talk to you about. You could sense his guilt stricken voice ready to roll the truth off his pink lips. And you didn’t know if you could handle that quite yet, especially your heart. You could already feel your fast pace heartbeat come to a complete stop as the truth was being said, and your stomach no longer twisting in knots, it just stayed stagnant, all the feelings being gutted from your body.
“Steve, I can’t. Please, leave me alone,” you responded, your body aching as the memories came flooding back. Your lips whispered the unkind words so softly you weren’t sure if Steve could hear it.
Your words could be felt so softly through the door as Steve’s mind read your damaging response. He sensed the ache and defeat in your calming voice and knew that was his cue to leave and give up for the night. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t think he was going to receive much so suddenly anyway. He heaved in defeat and slowly stepped away from your door and made his way back to his room, his brain running with thoughts and ideas of how he was going to tell you the truth.
The feelings were recuperated, and he was in love with you.
Your mind tried to dive back into your professedly interesting book and tried to wash away last night’s happenings and focus on anything else. After minutes of no one passing by you or questioning your quiet demeanor, you sighed happily and continued your trek of no interruptions, no past memories and finishing this damn book if it took you years.
But, it looked as if minutes was too much time for you to be in a seemingly good mood. Your eyes trailed to another sentence before your reading was stopped short by someone standing in front of you.
“Did you listen to Tony?”
Your eyes flicked up from your book to be met with an annoyed looking Steve standing before you. Your eyes instantly widened at his sudden question and presence, nerves filled your body from your toes to your nose. As you repeated the question to yourself in your head, your eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed in confusion.
You confidently decided to push your nerves and evident feelings to the side to question him standing in front of you, “Unfortunately yes, I did listen to Tony. Everyone did,” you made sure to drawl out the word ‘everyone’ while grumbling your response. To avoid annoyance and awkward eye contact with the gorgeous man standing before you, you shifted your eyes back to your book in an attempt to let him know you were ignoring him.
Steve’s lips pursed in slight anger, his hands setting themselves on his hips as he watched you in anger as your Y/E/C set themselves apart from his gaze to the book’s in a matter of seconds. As he realized he wasn’t going to get your full attention without working for it, he stepped over closer to you bent down, his weight on top of his feet. He reached up and pushed your book down from your face and stared intently at you.
Your eyes narrowed at him and threw the book to the side of the couch and looked at him wide eyed, “What? What do you need?” you asked snarky, arms folding across your chest as if it was a protective gesture.
Your eyes stared back intently into Steve’s glistening blue orbs and you felt your knees weaken, like they always did when those eyes drew you in. You were in a tense position with him right now, but that didn’t mean those feelings were trying to creep their way back out.
Steve groaned in annoyance before gesturing his hand out by his frame, “Right before you ran out, Tony said something very obvious,” he trailed out the words and looked at you with hope filled in his captivating eyes.
You didn’t seem to pick up on it and shook your head back and forth in confusion, “Besides the part about me liking you? Because that was pretty obviously said,” you muttered, slightly rolling your eyes at the horrid memory.
Steve rolled his eyes back before jumping back up to his feet and running his fingers through his blond hair with a groan, NO! TONY SAID THAT I NEEDED TO SHOW YOU THE RECIPROCATION!“
You stood up quickly in a haze of pure confusion and threw your tired arms up in the air. What in the hell was he talking about? Your mind questioned you as the intent glare Steve was shooting you began to grow into an apprehensive one.
Reciprocation? Reciprocation of what? Embarrassment? Complete and utter horror? What in the fuck is he going on about?
Your mouth couldn’t form the questionable words that wanted to spurt out of your mouth, so instead your head did the talking, shaking from side to side in complete failure of understanding.
You could feel the nervous energy build up between the two of you and your heart felt as if had already exploded twice in the same minute. Steve’s figure inched closer to yours, and the closer he got, the farther you got from figuring out what he was talking about. When his presence was close to you, your mind clouded with meaningless thoughts and situations. It was him. He did this to you. He made you feel as if nothing in the world mattered but you an him. Wishful thinking.
“Fuck the explanation.”
Are the words Steve muttered before striding over so quickly and sudden you felt the room spin, and grabbed your sweet face in his chiseled hands and brought your lips towards his before whispering against your trembling lips, “I fucking love you.”
The words let his mouth and traveled right to your heart as your lips smashed together in a long awaited, searing kiss. No longer was your brain controlling your movements and thoughts, it was your feelings. The feelings for him you’d kept wrenched inside your heart for months as you pressed against his mouth, your body collapsing against his strong frame. Your knees couldn’t function and Steve wrapped his muscular arms around your body and tugged you against him, your bodies on complete and utter adrenaline.
As both your eyes shut and the lack of oxygen became an issue, he let go of your wobbly frame and captured your cheeks with his hands once more, pulling back slightly off your lips. Your throat emitted a whimper at the sudden loss of contact and Steve grinned happily before placing his swollen lips back on yours one last time.
You both pulled away and looked up at each other in a dreamy haze, your obvious feelings taking part in the red across your cheeks and the goofy grins displayed across your sets of swollen lips. You stared at one another for what felt like a loving lifetime before you heard the voice that started it all.
“Hey, hey, hey! Looks like that mission pairing ended up working after all!”
* for conchell or solangelo (or both) (that ask thing you rebloged) (also I adore your blog and writing)
I got a few of these so I’m just gonna go down through the categories. And thank you! <3
Who snores? Nico di Angelo snores like a goddamn lawn mower. William Solace, staring up at the ceiling and praying to the gods for a swift death, debates pillow smothering the other boy at least twice (2x) a night.
If both do, who snores the loudest? William Fitzgerald Solace makes small cute lil sleep sounds like a goddamn Disney princess. Nico, drooling and with inch thick eye boogers, is not nearly the same.
Do they share a bed or sleep separately? When they can get away with it (which, with Nico’s vacant cabin is….a lot) they curl
If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They usually start out cuddling but by the end of the night Nico manages to twist away all the blankets and form a small blanket cocoon around himself. Will, having learned from his past mistakes, now keeps a separate flannel tucked under the bed for these nights.
Who talks in their sleep? The first time Nico hears William start reciting from his anatomy textbook, he starts laughing so hard the other boy wakes up in a confused haze. (Although sometimes, when Nico is lying awake he’ll look over to Will - with his sprawled out curls and eyes fluttering with dreams, and Will will just ever so slightly breathe out his name like a secret - nico - and slightly smile and yeah Nico will warm up to his cheeks it’s adorable)
What do they wear to bed? Nico usually slept in his boxers when it was just him in his cabin, and Will would don worn pajama pants and a shirt that was 60% stain and hole that he was pretty sure wasn’t his. Now, it depends.
Are either of your muses insomniacs? Nico, on occasion. Sometimes it’s too cold or too hot, too loud or too quiet, too full or too empty, his hands shaking, his mind still - and he just can’t sleep. Not as much as he used to, but it happens still. Will tries to stay up with him these nights, tracing soft shapes into the care skin of the other boy’s back, but he always falls slumped over the Nico’s shoulder, his nose tucked into Nico’s neck, his breath a trace of feeling over Nico’s collarbone. Nico doesn’t mind. Not at all.
Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Yes. For both of them. They aren’t used often, but sometimes just having them can be a comfort.
Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? They wrapped up together like lil peas in a motherfuckin pod.
Who wakes up with bed hair? Nico di Angelo gets the WORST BED HEAD EVER.
Who wakes up first? Will, of course. Either for his morning shift at the infirmary, or to wake up his siblings for their morning activities, he’s up with the sun.
Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Considering that, when he can, Nico sleeps into noon (which, considering the meager amount of sleep he gets, Will usually lets happen) he sleeps right pass breakfast. When Will is feeling particularly cute and romantic, he’ll grab lunch in bed for the other boy.
What is their favourite sleeping position? Nico, on his back, one foot under the blankets, one foot over. Will on his side, his leg hitched over Nico’s, his arm under his pillow, his face pressed into Nico’s shoulder.
Who hogs the sheets? N.i.c.o. Poor Will froze the first night he stayed over.
Do they set an alarm each night? Will doesn’t need one, and Nico would ignore and sleep through it if he had one. He can sleep through anything.
Can a television be found in their bedroom? Considering Nico’s cabin was decorated with Gothic century Dracula decor in mind, no.
Who has nightmares? Both of them, but Nico more than not.
Who has ridiculous dreams? With the gods popping in for surprise visits in dreamland most nights, both of them. Sadly.
Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Considering Nico has slept alone for his more recent years, he sleeps like a goddamn STARFISH.
Who makes the bed? Neither of them. Both of them could care less tbh. They fight monster on the reg, a messy bed aint botherin them.
What time is bed time? When the sun is set and gone, so is William Fitzgerald Solace. He wakes up early, okay?
Nico, sometime whenever his body literally cannot stay awake another moment.
Any routines/rituals before bed? Will - brush teeth, floss, wash face, moisturize, pajamas, take vitamins.
Nico - tie hair up, strip, maybe brush teeth if Will is being annoying.
Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? This is obvious. There’s a local half-blood legand that the last person to wake up Nico di Angelo was never seen again, and could be heard haunted the lava rock climbing wall where di Angelo supposedly threw their body to destroy the evidence. Only Will Solace is brave enough to face the task every afternoon, and they all salute him for his bravery. (which, bullshit. The last person was Reyna who conveniently went back to New Rome afterwards and only woke up Nico for a very pleasant goodbye before she left. And the ‘spirit’ haunting the rock climbing wall is totally the just Hermes kids standing behind the rock pile, yelling about vengeance and the need to be sacrificed several drachmas, just place them in a ziplock baggy and walk away thanks -)
A/N: I know this is really late, and I’m sorry but college right now is chaotic and my exams are starting next week, so I don’t know when I’ll update again… I’m really sorry and thanks for understanding! I hope you enjoy the next part!
Summary: Jaebum begins unraveling the truth and Jal comes face to face with hurtful one…
Hey could you do a fanfic where Dark gets really horny and is being really nice so he can get his SO to have sex with him? Sorry if that sounds wrong an you don’t have to do it if you don’t have to do it if you don’t want t
Ask and ye shall receive! This one I drew some inspiration from one of @justwritingscibbles fic where the reader complained about Dark’s voice being too appealing.
I made this version gender neutral, as well as SFW. If you’d like a NSFW version please let me know. Hope you like it!