holding my tongue though

Belong to the world

“I know you want your money

‘Cause you do this every day

The way you doubt your feelings

And look the other way”

This is what you do for a living; if you could stop I’m sure you would. You know how to turn your emotions on and off and keep your professionalism. 

“it’s something I relate to

Your gift of nonchalance

Nobody’s ever made me fall in love

With this amount of touch”

I can understand how you can be so dismissive and have little to no affection for anyone. I’m exactly the same way. But even still, I find myself becoming addicted to you, and all you had to do was touch me

“I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m not a fool, I’m just lifeless too
But you to taught me how to feel
When nobody ever would
And you taught me how to love
What nobody ever could”

I’m not foolish, i know better to believe your lies. You and I are more alike than you may think. I don’t have feelings for anyone else, nor could they ever develop. But being with you has changed my perspective on how I feel about love, relationships, being with someone. I’ve never had that before. 

“Ooh girl, I know I should leave you

And learn to mistreat you

'Cause you belong to the world

And ooh girl, I want to embrace you

Domesticate you

But you belong to the world, you belong to the world”

I should leave you alone. I should treat you the way you treat others, the way others treat you, you could never be mine. But I want to be yours. I want you to love me the way you did tonight. I want to belong only to you. I want you to only belong to me, but you belong to everyone


“And I know that I’m saying too much
Even though I’d rather hold my tongue, yeah”

I’m expressing my feelings too verbally; usually I’m timid and quiet but I feel like I just need to let you know where I’m coming from.

“And I’ll pull you closer holding on to
Every moment till my time is done, yeah”

For as long as I can, I’ll never let you go. This feeling is so unfamiliar and yet I’m addicted to it, I don’t want it to stop, it can’t even though I know it’ll only last for a moment.

“And this ain’t right, you’ve been the only one to make me smile
In such long, I’ve succumbed to what I’ve become, baby”

This shouldn’t be, but it is. I’ve never had someone I barely know personally have such a powerful influence on me. You’ve managed to change my mood from terrible to fantastic in an instant. How? What are you? Have you been brought to me for a specific purpose, or are you just here to help me escape for a small while?

“I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m not a fool, I’m just lifeless too
But you to taught me how to feel
When nobody ever would
And you taught me how to love
What nobody ever could”

“Ooh girl, I know I should leave you

And learn to mistreat you

'Cause you belong to the world

And ooh girl, I want to embrace you

Domesticate you

But you belong to the world, you belong to the world”


“You belong to the world

You belong to the loneliness of filling every need”

You don’t belong to me, but rather the empliness I fell when I’m alone; you fill my void and give me reason to breathe.

“You belong to the world, you belong to the world
You belong to the temporary moments of a dream”

You don’t belong to me, you belong to my fantasy, my REM sleep, my nightmares, my split second of happiness…

You will never be mine…

But I will always be yours…


“Ooh girl, I know I should leave you

And learn to mistreat you

'Cause you belong to the world

And ooh girl, I want to embrace you

Domesticate you

But you belong to the world, you belong to the world”


“You belong to the world, you belong to the world

You belong to the world, you belong to the world”

Care to Join Me?-Jimin(Smut)

Originally posted by monchims

So many different versions of the same guy put into one steamy compilation.

Req 1: Hi! Could I please request a Jimin smut, you guys are friends and you dress in a revealing school girl costume at a party, which turns out to be his fantasy about you? Thanks!
Req 2: Jimin vampire?? (yes nonnie I will write it for you)
Req 3: Hello! Could you do a werewolf bts? Jimin as the main character? 

//felt drabbley and needed some Park Jimin in my life so bam! enjoyy~//

01: Tight

Why did I ever think wearing tight pants was a good idea? 

Especially when they became even tighter at the sight of her, sauntering in with her little schoolgirl costume, when I kow she’s anything but as innocent as the outfit suggests. The round curve of her ass is nice and firm beneath the short plaid skirt, white blouse clinging tightly around her petite frame, accentuating her subtle curves.

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You're Drunk

* Lafayette × Reader
* 24: Did I just say that out loud?
* 221: Kiss me.
* Hamiltime
* Requested by anon

A/N: I freaking did it! Fair warning, I did have some medicine in my system so there may be some wonky parts. I’ll check over the story after I recover. And yes I know Laurens shouldn’t be in the time frame of this story but I refuse to let him be dead. Anyway, I hope you like this one too Anon, as well as all of my followers!


“We won!” Your four friends shouted in unison. The British were defeated and now the gang was celebrating, or just getting drunk. You were there to make sure they didn’t do something stupid.

“We’re finally free!” Alexander shouted. His hair was finally let free from its ponytail. He still wore his army coat as many soldiers did with pride.

“Next, we work on ending slavery.” John said, very determinedly for being very drunk. Laurens still had his hair tired back and he seemed partial to the style.

“I’ll help ya out there.” Hercules said raising his glass towards John. He wore his gray hat like always, and it complimented his coat nicely. “Along with working in my tailor shop of course.”

“What about you Laf?” Alexander asked.

“Woo this pretty mademoiselle.” He said and leaned toward you. His curls were falling free from his ponytail and, like the others, he still wore his blue coat. You liked the way it fit him and accented his figure. But you’d never admit that.

You laughed and pushed him back. “You’re drunk Laf.” You told him.

“Non. I have, as you say, a clear head.” But his words were slurred, he was swaying in his seat, and you could smell the alcohol wafting off of him.

“Well talk to me tomorrow and you might have a chance.” You told him.

“Does this mean I get to spend the night with you?” He questioned, causing the guys to start laughing.

You leaned closer to him with a flirtatious smile. He looked so hopeful. “No.” You told him abruptly and leaned away again. This too, caused the boys to howl with laughter.

“But seriously Laf, what’re you gonna do? Go back to France?” John asked. Though you brushed off Lafayette’s advances you didn’t want him to leave.

He snorted. “Not for some time, non.”

“So what now then?” Hercules asked.

“Washington has offered me a place to stay.” He said. “I suppose I’ll stay there.” With that he downed another glass. He got up to get another before you shoved him back in his seat.

“You start flirting with me and I cut you off.” You told him.

“Even sober I’d flirt with you mon cheri.” He said, his drunken, lazy smile crossing his face.

“You’ve never done it before.” You told him. He muttered something in French. “Huh?”

“I’ve flirted with a belle such as yourself before as I didn’t want you to worry about losing me everyday. But the war is over mon cheri!” This caused all the boys to cheer and raise their glasses.

Eventually you cut all the boys off and waited for them to sober up slightly before leaving the bar. So now it was insanely late and, even though they were drunk off their asses, the boys insisted on walking you home.

You came by your house and you walked up your sidewalk waving to the boys. Three of them waved back but Lafayette walked with you to your front door. “Yes Laf?” You asked.

“Has you answer to me staying the night changed?” He asked with a smirk.

“No. Now go.” You told him and pointed back to the boys.

“But mon cheri!” He all but pouted.

“No Lafayette.” You said, giggling at his childness.

His dopey smile came back. “You have a beautiful laugh.

"Goodnight Lafayette.” You said sternly, but your smile was still there. You unlocked your door and left Lafayette to return home. You closed the door behind you. “Stupid Frenchman.” You said still smiling.

It had been months since the war ended and all the boys were doing exactly what they said they would, well except Lafayette. He was no closer to, as he put it, wooing you.

Alexander and John were writing against slavery. Alexander convinced John to study law as well. They were an unstoppable law team.

Hercules continued working in his shop. He often asked your opinion on custom gowns he made and in return you got a discount on purchases from him.

Lafayette was doing a lot of nothing. He was a hero with no other motive. He lounged around New York, taking in all it had to offer. He often took you with him. All your other friends were busy so he hauled you through the streets. You asked him how much he remembered from the night at the bar. He said he couldn’t recall a single detail.

Lafayette was trying to teach you French during these months too. You were sitting in a park practicing. He prompted you with another sentence. You tried it and only knew you botched it as Lafayette doubled over laughing.

“Alright, alright. I suck at French.” You said.

He sat upright still laughing slightly. “Non mon cheri, you just need more practice.”

You rose from the bench. “Well no more practice today. I say we hit up a bar.” He smiled and nodded his head. “Let’s check and see if any of the guys can come.” He smile seemed to falter, but only for a second.

“Oui.” He said brightly. None of the guys could get away. John and Alexander were working on a new case and Hercules had an important order he needed to finish. So you and Lafayette walked to the bar. You laughed as he told you stories about his time growing up in France. You would never guess the cultured Frenchman in front of you had grown up on a farm.

The two of you talked and drank. You had one glass of alcohol but Lafayette was finishing his third. “Laf, maybe you want to slow down.” You suggested.

“Mais il est plus facile de flirter cette façon.” He said. (But it’s easier to flirt this way.)

You gave him a black stare. That was way too quick and complicates for you. “I think I knew one of those words…”

“Je t'aime Y/N.” He said. Your eyes widened as you knew those words.

“No you don’t Lafayette. You’re drunk again.”

“Non!” He said sternly.

“Yes you are. You’re gonna have a serious discussion in the morning but tonight, we’re done with drinks.” You told him. You got up to leave knowing he’d follow suit. And he did follow you as you left the bar and started towards your house.

“In the matin? Sounds very prometteur.” He said. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking.

“Yes. Because you’re sleeping on my couch to make sure you survive the night. With all the alcohol in you its better to be safe than sorry.” You said.

“It’d be easier to watch over me if shared a bed.” He suggested, using his most flirtatious voice.

“It’d really improper too, so we’re not doing that. Look Laf, no more flirting tonight alright?” You asked.

“Oui, I’ll hold my tongue. Though with such beauty in front on me it may be hard.” You groaned, this was gonna be a long night.

Lafayette did refrain from flirting the rest of the way. But he never stop staring at you with a love sick smile. He thanked you profusely when you got blankets for him. And he kissed the back of your hand before you left for bed.

Lafayette groaned as he woke up. He had no idea where he was but he had one hell of of a headache. He sat up and took in his surroundings. He finally realized he was at your house. But why?

He shook his head trying to recall the night before. There was a hazy memory of you saying that you guys need to have a serious conversation. What was that about? He couldn’t remember. Dread filled him. Had he made a fool of himself? He hoped not. He hoped you weren’t going to tell him to stop spending time with you. “Dieu je l'espère, elle me pardonne.” (God I hope she forgives me) He muttered with his head in his hands.

He stood, trying to ignore the pounding it caused in his head. He stumbled toward your room to let you know he was up. He pushed the door open and found you still fast asleep. He was about to leave but noticed how messed up your blankets were. He crept up to the bed and pulled them up and over you. You stirred but didn’t wake. He smiled and brushed hair out of your face.

He walked back to the living room and laid back down on the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. Maybe he could sleep a bit more and clear the fog from the memories of last night.

You pried your eyes open. Miraculously your blankets were still covering you. You usually managed to kick them off you in the night. Memories from last night flooded you head and you groaned as you realized a hung over Lafayette was on your couch.

You flung your covers off and walked into the living room. You smiled when you saw him laying on the couch. His arms were crossed over his chest and his eyes closed. You walked over and ran your fingers through his wild curls. “You know you’re kinda cute when you’re sleeping Laf.” You said queitly. You shook your head in confusion right after. “Did I say that out loud?” You questioned.

“Oui, you did mademoiselle” Lafayette said scaring you.

“I though you were sleeping!” You told him. You held a hand to your chest, trying to calm your racing heart.

“What was that about me being cute?” He asked with a smirk as he sat up.

“Uh nothing.” You said and sat beside him. “Laf, what do you remember from last night?”

“I remember you saying we need to, how you say, have a serious conversation.” He said and hung his head.

“Yes because every time you get drunk you flirt with me.”

“Oui, do you think I wouldn’t?” He asked.

“I wish you wouldn’t.” You told him.

“Quelle?” He asked.

“Laf, I’ve liked you since we met. I hate that you flirt with me when your drunk when, in fact, while sober you don’t see me like that.” You admitted and toyed with the fabric of your nightgown.

“Y/N.” He said softly. You looked at him. He rarely used your actual name. “I flirt with you while drunk because I’m afraid to be rejected while sober.”

“So you…?” You were trying, and apparently failing, to process that sentence.

“Oui, I have feelings for you too Y/N.” You looked at him and a large smile graced your features. He smiled back, his large happy smile that brightened the room. “Embrasse-moi.” He said while leaning closer to you.

“Huh?” You asked.

He stopped leaning closer and laughed. “Kiss me.” He clarified.

“Oh.” You said. Then you realized what he said. “Oh!” He smiled at you before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. You smiled against his lips and melted into the kiss. You pulled away and rested your forehead against his.

“Mademoiselle may I say something now that I’m sober?” He asked.

“I suppose.” You shrugged.

“Je t'aime.” He said with a shy smile.

You laughed lightly. “I love you too Lafayette.” His shy smile turned back to his bright one. He leaned forward and kissed you soundly once more.

eusili-ffxivrp  asked:


Thieving little magpie… what a foolish little brat. She’s lucky I wasn’t in a foul mood when she saw fit to pick my pocket. If anything I was more offended she thought I somehow would not notice such a shoddy attempt at it. She was about as subtle as a rampaging coeurl. Pathetic really.

She holds her tongue decently well under my hand, though I’m not sure if I like that. Granted, I’ve not yet done much to her, but I’ll be taking my time. As of now, I have not decided my use for her. She’s a pretty enough little thing, sure. But her attitude leaves much to be desired.

Of course I could likely try to refine her into something half decent, but I quite honestly doubt even with such careful attention she would be good enough to sell to my clientele. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll find some use for her. If nothing else, she’ll be fun to break, what with that horribly snarky attitude. I have come to wonder how far I can push her.

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse.


Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request. I really hope it was well worth the wait.

Much to Daryl’s annoyance you keep calling him cute. One day he urges you to tell him why you keep doing this.

word count: 1734

approximated reading time: 9 minutes

“C'mon now, Daryl, it ain’t that dangerous”, I pleaded walking behind him. I had been following him the whole day trying to convince him that it would indeed be a good idea to take me on a run with him. I always got his back but somehow that wasn’t a good enough reason for him to just give in and say yes.
“No!”, came the expected answer. The same answer he had given me the last ten times I asked.
“Why not?” I began to feel like a little child begging for sweets when in reality I only wanted to spend time alone with him and there was no reasonable way to do that at home. At least not a reason where I could keep avoiding telling him the truth.
“Told ya before, it’s dangerous. I ain’t putting ya in danger if I can avoid it.”
“C'mon, Daryl. It’s cute that you think that way, but you could still take me with you. I know you’re sweet, cute, considerate. You don’t really have to prove that anymore”, I purred.
“Stop sayin’ that, will ya?!” He looked me up and down. “I ain’t cute or any of that shit.”
“Well, yes, Sir, you are, even though you don’t wanna hear it.” Maybe I was taking it too far but that was something to worry about later. Maybe he would give in just because he wanted me to shut the hell up. It was worth the try. And I wasn’t lying. He really was all that even though he didn’t want to hear it.
“How would you like it if I called you ‘cute’ all day!?”, he gnarled squinting his eyes.
“Well, I guess I would actually like it, feel flattered, you know, the whole thing!?”
I only got an angry glare in response. Replying with sarcasm and the like wasn’t the best way to talk back to Daryl and I knew that, even though I still couldn’t hold my tongue.
After another minute of silent glares he finally sighed deeply. “Ya wanna tag along?! Fine…” He took a step forward, brought himself closer to me as he gnarled: “No whining, no unnecessary risks. And don’t you dare make me run. You copy!?”

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Genre: Romance

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Makorra

Excerpt: It’s when he turns away to look at the crowds that the moment is gone and I can’t help but pout. If I’m going to endure hours of dull talk and people coming up just to shake the Avatar’s hand without a dose of kisses, I don’t think I’ll be very happy come the end of the night.

A/N:  For Makorra Smut Week - (5) Quickies

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You ever ask a question and get way more answer than you really wanted or needed? I seem to be making a career out of that. Part of me wants to get upset about it, but that’s the part of me that just squirrels and squirms when things aren’t clear or signed on the dotted line. The part of me that’s always keeping a plan B in her back pocket, weaving a safety net out of wet paper towels, and waiting for her father to leave, if we’re going to play Lucy the psychiatrist. 

Well, dad’s been gone for 36 years, and who the hell knows what the next year holds – hell, who even really knows what tomorrow will bring. 

All I can do is show up and give myself permission to ask those questions. I’m getting good at holding my tongue after I get the answer, though, and that feels like a huge bit of growth. I’ve learned that it’s a good idea to let things digest a bit before responding.

I’ve also learned that if and when things align, I will be a fantastic partner on every level. It would just be nice to experience that before I’m too old to rise to the occasion of such magical chemistry is what I’m saying. 

be here now… more will be revealed… yadayadayada…