i don't like this but hey i tried and it took me like an hour to make

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

anonymous asked:

Omfg new cool FFXV writing blog yaaay <3 How about the boyband crushing hard on a female friend but they don't want to ruin the friendship. Or appear to be that guy who is in it for the booty. So they accidentally fess up in a normal conversation and she's stunned. Does she reject them or agree to take it slow? Up to you love <3

Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both

Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!

(looooong post, guys. strap in)

Noctis:

He didn’t mean to tell you.

He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.

Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.03

{pt.04}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut plot!

Word Count: 7,380

~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡ 

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    “Was he big?”

I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

  “Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

   “I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

   “Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks. 

   “Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

    “You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready.  Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

   “Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

   “Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

   “Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.

  

    “Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others. 

    “He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’. 

    “My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

    “So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

     “My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

    “Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

    “It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

    “I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

     “Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

    “Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

    “Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

    “What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

    “Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone.
I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

    “So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

     “He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

    “We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

    “I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

    “Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

    “It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

     “I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

    “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

     “I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

     “Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

    “Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

    “It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

    “Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

    “Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

    “Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

    “Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment.  His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

    “Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake.
“You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

    “No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him.  He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

   “We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

    “No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.”
I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window.
I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

     “Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

   “Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

    “Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable.
I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure.  
I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

   “Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way.
He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle,  glancing my way under his dark lashes. 

    “All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

    “You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

    “Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

    “Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

    “What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

    “Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

    “No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

    “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

    “All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind  Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

     “Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

    “Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

    “There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

    “Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance.
He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

    “So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

    “Ah! Fuck…”  I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

    “So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on.
I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

    “That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

    “Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

    “I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt.
My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

    “Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

    “Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

    “Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it.
I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

   “Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.


After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

   “Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

   “Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

    “I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

    “For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

   “What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

    “Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

    “Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

    “Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom.
I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

    “Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

  “I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

   “Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

   “How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

   “I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

    “Night, Jungkook.”


anonymous asked:

Oh jeez requests are open!!!! Ily mum u r da best mum!!! Could I request rfa reacting to an mc who's a klutz plz? Like constantly tripping/falling/walking into things/falls off chairs etc etc (lolol TOTALLY not a self insert pshhhfff idk what you're talking about) (u don't have to do this if u don't wanna!!!)

i am the most klutzy idiot so lets dive right in

Yoosung

  • even though you trip over something like 5 times an hour, he still flips his shit every time
  • he’d grab your arm and get super concerned
  • “MC!!! are you okay???”
  • “uh, yea, i’m fine! just gotta brush it off haha”
  • his hands hover over you for a second before going back to walking normally
  • “alright…are you sure?”
  • “yes, yes, im sure-”
  • this is when you trip for a second time curse this uneven sidewalk
  • and Yoosung does the same ridiculously protective thing where he puts his hands out to catch you, even though you know full well how to stop yourself from falling down after years of being clumsy
  • he really wishes he could wrap you up in bubble wrap
  • and Yoosung is pretty clumsy himself
  • sometimes while he’s cooking his spoon will just fall on the ground and he’s just kind of like “well there goes that”
  • you love to cook together but theres also a very high chance that most of the food will end up on the ground
  • my clumsy OTP

Zen

  • your clumsiness is a big source of stress for him
  • every time you  fall off of a chair, or almost fall flat on your face in public he has a tiny heart attack
  • once you two were on a jog in the park and you fell and scabbed your knee and Zen really almost took you to the hospital
  • it takes him awhile to learn that clumsy people are actually tough as shit, yknow from years of being beat up by the ground
  • “Zen, i swear im alright”
  • “are you sure? do you need me to carry you?”
  • “no”
  • sometimes Zen will ask you to help him practice a dance number with him
  • big mistake 
  • you have two left feel and he daces with the grace of a swan
  • its a terrible idea, but Zen loves dancing with you nonetheless
  • he thinks its kind of cute, and since you’re dancing together he can easily grab you if he sees you falling
  • this way u can fall all over the place without it stressing him out too much

Jaehee

  • she essentially becomes the most prepared person on the planet
  • she starts carrying around a full-blown first aid kit in her purse
  • she’s got band aids of all shapes and sizes, medical tape, gauze, alcohol rubs
  • instead of worrying about catching you as youre falling, she just worries about patching you up afterwards
  • at first she tried to stop it while it was happening
  • but Jaehee quickly learned that you’re a lost cause and there is no way humanly possible to stop you from falling over
  • also, Jaehee doesnt let you bring coffee to customers anymore
  • lets just say you’ve broken multiple mugs and pissed of one or two costumers
  • so you make the coffee and she carries it out
  • she knows from experience that usually your klutzy episodes wont end in a serious injury, so she just lets you live your life and keeps band aids on hand

Jumin

  • you’ll never forget the first time you were eating dinner with Jumin and you slipped out of your chair
  • he was at your side so fast, holding your hands
  • you were laughing at yourself, and when you looked up and saw how concerned he looked, you laughed even harder
  • “are you alright? how are you feeling? do i need to call an ambulance?”
  • you were laughing so hard you couldnt even answer him, but for some reason he was still convinced that you were seriously hurt
  • he takes out his phone with one hand while still holding yours with the other, and you started pulling on him to try and stop him
  • “im…fine…”
  • “theres no way you’re fine. it sounded like something broke”
  • everything that comes out of his mouth makes you laugh even harder
  • you wipe some tears away from your face and pull Jumin to the ground
  • “this happens all the time, i promise im alright”
  • ever since then Jumin still whips his phone out until you tell him you’re okay
  • now he’s used to it, but he cant help but ask how youre feeling every time something happens
  • he just has to

707

  • the first time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • the second time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • it gets him every time
  • “hey, why dont you sit on the floor during lunch today? it will be much safer for you”
  • “woah, watch out for those poles! they move pretty fast”
  • “what happened there? the ground whispered to you and you had to get closer to hear it?!”
  • the one time he trips over something you go HAM on his ass
  • you dont let him live it down for the rest of his life
  • one time he actually wrapped you in bubble wrap
  • like you were sitting at the computer and he sneak attacked you and essentially tied you to the chair with a wide layer of bubble wrap
  • he thought it was a good idea but since you couldnt use your arms he had to wait on you hand and foot
  • it was a terrible day for him but a great day for you
  • “i swear from now of im just gonna let you fall over…”
  • “thats all i ask”

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something good to eat (II)

part 2 of this Jon x Daenerys modern AU i wrote last week. there be smut ahead. thank you for reading!


Jon never did make his move, but Dany didn’t care.

Well, she almost didn’t care.

“Battle of the Beasts” was brilliant. It was absurd and over-the-top, and she was enjoying it way more than she thought she would. After the first hour, when she’d demanded he play the second episode, Jon had looked almost as insufferably smug as Theon Greyjoy did when he smirked. Except when Jon did it, it was sexy, not vaguely homicidal and skin-crawling.

Now they were on episode three, and Dany wasn’t even thinking about sex. Not much, anyway. She was stretched out on her stomach, her head at the foot of the bed, while Jon sat against the headboard, Ghost curled up between them. She’d finally stopped peppering Jon with questions every few minutes, demanding he spoil plot points for her; he refused to do so, the tight-lipped bastard. So she’d just have to be content with watching it all unfold.

“Wulf is pretty badass. I see why he’s your favorite,” Dany mused, eyes glued to the screen as the demigod single-handedly butchered an orc with his sword. “But I like Zeri the best.”

“She’s gorgeous, yeah.” She shot Jon a look over her shoulder, and he cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. “Smart and powerful, too, I mean.”

Dany rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Show ‘em a tit or two, and all men are reduced to slobbering neanderthals.” Of course, Zeri had been topless in a number of scenes already, and her outfits seemed designed to specifically draw attention to her generous breasts. Horrendous costuming aside, Dany found herself fiercely rooting for the character.

“Were there tits? I hadn’t even noticed,” Jon said innocently, and she laughed, bunching up the pillow so she could prop her chin on it.

“No wonder you love this show. Half the female characters have been naked at least once,” she said wryly.

“Honestly, seeing Zeri riding her chimera is a hundred times hotter than seeing her breasts.”

Dany snorted unattractively. “Yeah, right.”

Jon made a sound of protest. “I’m serious. You can find tits in any show or movie these days, but a half-elf necromancer raining vengeance upon her foes from atop her chimera? That’s a hell of a turn-on.”

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First Fan Meeting ft. Dean

Originally posted by lostamongstthecosmos

2% fluff

word count : 1.8k

hyuk surprises you at your first fan meet.


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Relax

J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Do I write anything that isn’t smut? The answer is no.

Summary: Look up from your books once in a while. A good dick down might be on the other side.

Word count: 4,267

A/N: I’m appalled at the lack of Hoseok smut so I thought I’d polish this piece I had about him and post that. Enjoy! Feel free to request stuff as well.


You glanced at the silver and pink watch on your wrist as you typed continuously onto your laptop. You sighed deeply as you pressed enter to switch line. This essay was taking so long to write and you could feel all your focus slip away, tiredness taking over in heavy presses on your eyelids. You met eyes with your charming boyfriend on the other side of the table. He smiled at you sweetly before looking back down at his papers. Unlike you, he was enjoying himself, writing lyrics and listening to some music on his laptop, calmly sipping a warm cup of tea. You glanced to your left and reached for your nth cup of coffee promptly sitting atop a messy pile of books. You tilted it. Empty. A sigh made its way between your dry lips and soon enough your cold hands found their way back onto your keyboard, resting lifeless on the keys.

You were so focused on getting this paper done that you didn’t notice Hoseok getting up to make you another warm drink. His presence lurked tall behind your back as his left arm entered your peripherals, putting a black mug down on the table, making sure to push away all your scattered papers. He grabbed your other mug under your soft stare. You lazily reached for the new drink and brought it up to your mouth.

“Thank you Hobi.” you murmured.

He put the other mug in the sink before standing behind you again, his gentle hands on your shoulders, massaging the sore muscles. You took a long awaited sip. Hm… Chocolate?

“Hobiii… that’s hot chocolate.” you whined cutely.

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A/N: First of all, I’m new here so basically I will reblog a lot of my fav texts from 13rw and 5sos. Little warning English isn’t my mother language and I will do my best while writing the stories ( British English I guess ). I will use Grammarly ( If you don’t know what Grammarly is so basically it’s a grammar app that you can install to your Pc/ Mac and it helps you to correct the wrong grammars/spellings in your text. So you don’t need to wait any longer cause to story will start now. 

P.S Tbh I’m so sorry to people out there who like Tony as gay ( tbh he is adorable ). And He is the only one that I can see as this character in this “fic/smut” cause he hella hot and y’all can’t deny it.  

Pairing: Tony Padilla/ Christian Navarro x Reader ( Or anyone else in the series you can just imagine someone else in it ) 

Word Count: 1178 

Warning: “Slightly smut, light swearing? 


Tony drove quietly with his red car along the road before he stopped at my house. We had a fight yesterday before that because he wasn’t honest with me about these tapes that Hannah had left behind for us all. I was, of course, upset that Hannah had decided to commit suicide. Cause she had been such an important friend to me. 

I accidentally overheard about the tapes when Clay had come to Tony’s garage and started screaming about it. I was just coming from the house to the garage when I heard Tony’s calm voice, telling that everything will be okay and that Tape 11 ( Clay’s Tape ) won't be so bad. So long story short I went to ask about them ( tapes ) and Tony started shouting to me and then I screamed at him telling that I can’t be with someone who isn't being honest with me. The situation got kinda out of the hands and I left his house in anger. 

And now He was knocking on the door. I was still a bit mad at him because he dared to say to me that maybe we should break up. I pulled the curtains fast when I saw Tony looking at my room. I jumped on my bed and I didn’t stay even for 5 seconds when my phone ring, when I was checked whoever was calling me… Of course, my love, Tony Padilla. I rolled my eyes before I answered my phone. 

“Hey Y/N, I think I just saw you stalking me from your room,” He said and laughed nervously. 

“ Do you have something to say Tony Padilla ” I answered very rudely.

“Wow, baby don't get so rude… Can you open the door I think its locked" 

I rolled my eyes once again and squeezed hard before I opened my window and dropped the keys. Tony spread a huge smile of gratitude before he opened the door and came in. I went back to my bed and took my favorite poem book, Milk, and Honey. Next thing I felt was Tony’s strong hands on my waist and turning me around. He looked at my face and then stroke my hair to my cheek before peppering kisses at my face. 

"God I have missed you” He whispered in my ear. Then his lips met mine. I didn’t remember how sweet his lips tasted…I had been like almost 48 hours without him cuddling or just being with me and now when he was just right next to me on me. He pinned my hands above my head. As he moved his way to my neck and kissing my sweet spot which made me moan.Then his warm hands found their place on my waist and little by little my shirt started to rise up. 

“Damn Y/N do that again “ he whispered and started sucking at that spot making me moan little louder. “Just like that princess,“ he said and attached his lips to mine and it made to feel his hard length so I started to rub my thighs around him. 

“Wow, baby girl you are gonna regret that soon, ”   Tony said just before he took my shirt above my head. Now I was shirtless and he could see everything and I started to blush. “ You are so fucking beautiful “ he said while leaving kisses down on my body. 

He takes my thighs to his hands and starts to kiss my inner thighs and he did the sexiest thing ever aka looked deeply into my eyes. 

“ Well looks like someone is ready ” he said in teaseful voice while he started slowly to take my panties off.

“ Nice try… I wasn’t the one who came here with a hard on”I shot back which was a wrong move. I started to moan loudly.

“ I said you will regret it…and your punishment are orgasms ( I’m shocked I have never written a smut but wtf is this omlll ) Y/N, so come to my mouth so I can drink your juices down” he suddenly says in deep dominant voice what makes me more turned on. His tongue feels so good inside of me and my moans start to become more intense, deeper and higher… ( if you  know what do I mean )

“hmmm… Just like that baby” he said as he slid 2 fingers inside making me edging. It didn’t make long before I came and he took it all. And before I could rest he started kissing me with his tOnGue. (He was already in his boxer )

“Wanna taste yourself? It’s so sweet” he whispered between kisses. He gave me some time to breathe when he started kissing on my neck and then my breasts. I guess Tony wasn’t done with me as he twisted my nipple while sucking other. Then suddenly he stopped and took his boxer down making my eyes wide open. 

“Y/N can you see how hard you have made me ? …… I don’t think you have made me this hard, to be honest” he said and started stroking. 

“ What do you mean with ‘i have never made you this hard’ are you telling me that you have horny with me all the time? “ I almost scream at him in shook 

“Yes, bella every time when we are together you make me wanna pin you to the nearest bed and fuck you until you beg me to stop”  as he kissed me softly until entering in. “Does that feel good Y/N? You don’t know how long I have waited ‘til I could shoot my cum inside of you…hmmm I’m about to come” he moans and he thrusts in and out. I never knew this slight of dom and sweet Tony but I wanted it to be shown more often. [ ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) ] 

His thrusts became harder, which caused him to go deep. I moaned out, feeling Tony hit my G-spot as I bounced from the force of his thrusts. I tried to tell him that I was close but there was no use. When Tony pushed himself in fully and rolled his hips I came under. My thighs shook as I came around him. (aGAIN) He groaned as he came after me and literally fell on me. 


“Ugh… Tony, you are heavy” I whined and he started pressing down.

“What did you say, honey ?” he said gently as he stroked my hair.

“I said that you are heavy and I want to go to clean myself” I whimpered and tried ( unsuccessfully ) push him. 

“But you are so cute and I’m not sure if you won’t come back” he whined 

“I promise that nothing is going happen when I take a shower”

“Then I will come with you so I can ensure that nothing is not gonna happen” he grinned as he let go of me.  When I was in shower he came to bathroom and looked at me 

“Round 2 ?” 


A/N I have ever written a smut so I’m sorry if this sucked :’(( But I.m just jamming to Paramore’s new album and Harry’s one too and I can’t handle it atm 😭😭❤️ 

my current mood: 

Nightmares | J.A

Prompt: #83 - “You better have a reason for waking me up at the crack of dawn.” and #84 “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Warnings: Not really, this is literally 150% fluff ???

A/N: I was supposed to be writing Zach angst but I can’t help myself when it comes to Jack fluff oops?

Having a boyfriend in a band, that was becoming more successful by the minute had its downsides, like having to sleep alone while he was on tour after being so used to cuddling into his side. Sure, you could smell his scent on his clothes that you stole or his pillow that you hugged when you missed him a little too much but nothing compared to Jack’s physical presence. 

Nothing compared to his hugs, his hair tickling your skin when he nuzzled his face into your neck, getting to wake up next to him or the butterflies you felt when he stared into your eyes. 

What was particularly distressing, was waking up covered in sweat because you had the worst possible nightmare you could ever imagine.

It was Jack. You heard his screams piercing your ears at an agonizing pitch, but it was too dark. Everywhere you looked was clouded in darkness and grey smoke. You could smell fire and then you heard the sirens. They were getting louder by the second, making your panic worsen. You spun around once more, hoping for some answers when you saw him. 

Lying on the road, his body completely lifeless. His screams had stopped but you wished they hadn’t because then he’d still be alive. Your legs drag you forward, despite the fact that you felt numb and they kept moving until you reached him. There was blood surrounding him, his face covered in cuts. You dropped to your knees, screaming with everything you had. Why did he have to leave you?

You sat there in his bed, clutching his hoodie you slept in close to your face. His scent always calmed you down but not now. It was just a nightmare wasn’t it? Jack’s on a tour bus somewhere, he’s sleeping peacefully before he wakes up to perform to his fans again. Everything was okay, but no part of your thinking was rational. You had to know he was okay, to hear his voice. 

In a rush, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and clicked your boyfriend’s contact name on Facetime. With every second it took him to answer your heartbeat sped up.

“Babe?” There he was, his eyes barely open due to not being fully awake. His freckles lit up by his phone screen in his dark bunk, fluffy curls all over the place. 

That one word was all you needed but the tears had already formed in your eyes, you simply couldn’t help yourself. You loved this boy with your entire being and you couldn’t bear to ever lose him. 

“You know I love you but you better have a reason for waking me up at the crack of dawn.” His voice was raspy and slightly muffled by his bed sheets. He finally opened his eyes and his whole demeanour changed in an instant. “Wait, baby, you’re crying. What’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.” You took a deep breath, trying your best to talk without hiccuping from your tears. “I-I had to Jack. I need you to always be okay.” 

Jack rubbed his eye with the hand that wasn’t holding a death grip on his phone. He was sitting up in his bunk now, his chest was half covered by the sheets but you could see his bare shoulders. 

“Please stop crying baby girl, I’m here, I’m okay and so are you.” He sighed. “Do you want to tell me what happened in your nightmare?” 

You told him everything from hearing him scream, the darkness that surrounded you both, the sirens, finding him dead in a pool of blood and even waking up drenched in sweat and fear. He listened to you intently, his heart breaking for you with every word you spoke. 

“I love you so much Jack, I can’t explain how seeing you like that felt. Even if it was only a dream.” You screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the awful image that was still fresh in your mind.

“Shh, baby. We’re alright now.” Jack cooed, his voice soothing you almost immediately. “And I’ll be home soon, just turn the TV on and distract yourself for an hour or two.”

You sat upright, your head tilted in confusion. “What do you mean? Don’t you guys have more shows?” 

Jack laughed that adorable half-laugh he often does, “Did you lose track of the days baby? We just did the second last show, and then we play LA in two days.” 

A grin broke out onto your face, you’d have him in your arms soon and you wouldn’t be letting go for a good while. “Now I’m gonna cry for a different reason.” 

“You’re too beautiful to cry, I love you.” He spoke matter of factly like it was the most obvious statement in the world “I have to go but I promise I’ll be there soon, you don’t need to worry okay?” 

You exchanged several variations of ‘goodbye’ and ‘I love you’ before he finally hung up and you snuggled back into his bed, watching reruns of your favorite show.

The warmth of both his bed and his clothes made you tired, you tried to fight it but sleep eventually washed over you once again. 

You don’t remember exactly when you fell asleep but when you opened your eyes again later that day, you felt Jack’s arms tightly around your waist and his chest against your back. 

“Hi, baby.” Jack giggled into your shoulder.

You turned around in his arms and started to trace his freckles with your finger. “Hey, my love.” 

Jack removed a hand from your waist and placed it on the side of your face, rubbing circles on your cheek. 

“I missed you so much.” He sighed, as a tired smile graced his lips. 

“Believe me when I say I missed you more, Jack.” You smiled back at him before grabbing his face and kissing him for the first time in a month.

He was finally home and so were you because home was wherever he was. 

piebsa  asked:

Prompt: Jeremy kissed/made out with Brooke and Chloe when he was squiped and now Michael is embarrassed because he hasn't kissed anyone yet. And so he looks "how to kiss" in wikihow, doesn't delete the history and Jeremy finds out. (The part of searching it in wikihow it's meh, I just want Jeremy to find out and be like "dude, you don't have to worry. I'm sure you kiss alright) and then they kiss. Ahhhh, I'd love you even more if you do it.

Sorry it took so long (._.) Here you go;; Thank you for the prompt!


“Hey dude can you grab me a soda while you’re up and moving?” Yelled Jeremy from across the room, too lazy to move from his fixed position on the beanbag. 

“Since when was I your maid?” Michael joked, tossing his best friend an ice cold soda nonetheless. “I’ll be right back, don’t play without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeremy muttered in response whilst taking a small sip of his drink. The two boys had just spent the last few hours clearing floors off of a DLC of Apocalypse of the Dammed Michael had managed to find in the old retro game shop down the street. Within half a day the boys had almost gotten through the whole game but given their poor diet of mountain dew and chips the two often had to pause for bathroom breaks and refills, slowing their overall progress down.

Jeremy set down his drink and looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. It had been a month or so since the Squip incident and everything had virtually settled down. Jeremy had gained a bunch of new friends from the experience, despite how traumatic it had been. This included Christine, a girl on whom Jeremy had lusted for years. The two had tried to date, they really did, but it was soon apparent that despite how well they got along together, they only saw each other as close friends. When Jeremy had told Michael that night, his friend assumed the worst, instantly offering to come over with a horde of junk food and movies to distract him. Surprisingly for both boys, Jeremy felt great. He assured Michael that nothing was wrong and that he was the happiest he had been in a while, and strangely, he didn’t miss the slight change in Michael’s tone of voice, almost as if he was smiling sweetly over the phone. 

Jeremy didn’t miss the soft blush on his best friend’s cheeks whenever he complimented him.

And Jeremy certainly didn’t miss his sinking face whenever he talked about his time with Brooke or Chloe, despite how much he hated to think about it. 

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the rain | jason blossom (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

prompt: 8- “what your wearing is very distracting”, 12- “i didn’t realise i needed your permission, 15-“here take my jacket you look freezing & 23- “kiss me”

a/n: another piece from my trial co-owner!! let me know what yous think!!

perfect nails, perfect hair.

after many hours spent in front of the mirror, I was finally ready to leave my room and go to Cheryl Blossom’s party.

“You look fabulous!“ My best friend, Betty Cooper said in amazement.

“I don't look like myself at all, Betty. I shouldn't have put this much lipstick, maybe i should just stay…”

“No friggin way, Y/F/N! You can't spend a friday night inside of your house. Besides, you have to find yourself a date for prom!“

I, myself, am a particularly introvert person. And to be honest, I’ve never been to a party before, let alone at Cheryl Blossom’s

But my friend was right, I totally needed a date for the prom, so I said yes to the party. Betty hugged me tightly and grabbed her purse. We were ready to go.

We entered the massive Thornhill mansion and searched for our mutual friend, one and only, Veronica Lodge. I was already extremely anxious and jittery.

“Oh my god, you guys! Finally!“ said the raven haired girl joyfully.

“Y/n! You look… different?!”

I smiled ungainly.

“Don’t get me wrong, different but amazing…" 

 Suddenly, there was an awkward silence.

“Do you guys… want something to drink?”

I nodded in agreement. I totally needed some alcohol to warm me up. We slowly entered a huge living room, filled with familiar faces. Kids from my school were there.

Almost all of them, dancing and drinking not surprisingly expensive beer, without even noticing me.

“Hey, you wanna dance?” shouted Betty. The music was very loud.

“I… No, Betty. I’m not… you can go without me! I’ll catch up later.”

She calmly smiled to me. Even though I was surrounded with people, I felt so lonely.

Many weird thoughs were running through my mind. I wanted to be somebody, I wanted to be known by them, but I was just a regular geeky high school freak. I knew it, leaving my house was a horrible idea.

At that exact moment, a familiar red haired boy approached to me.

“Hi there, beautiful”

“So… To be honest, I’ve never seen you at Cheryl’s parties before.”

“Parties are not really my thing” I tried not to look at his face.

“Then what’s your thing?”

I actually started enjoying this conversation.

“Um… Books, music… I don’t know”

He let out a tiny laugh. His laugh, it was like a melody to my soul. We sat on a beach, next to a small beach house. The familiar sound of waves was astonishing.

“Never met a girl like you before, Y/N. Truly rare”

We both laughed. His piercing blue eyes were shining like diamonds in the night. His face, his personality, he was art. We spent the rest of the night talking, opening up to each other. I could feel it, it was love. A weird, spontaneous love. Assuden, it started to rain. 

“Jason, we have to go!”

“No, Y/N! We are too far from Thornhill! We have to hide in the beach house"  We quickly rain into the beach house while laughing.”

“The rain is still pouring! We have to stay here.” I said.

“Here, take my jacket, you look freezing”

I put on his comfortable red velvet jacket.

“What’s so special about rain?” he sat next to me.

“I like rain. Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.”

I could feel his eyes staring at me.

“Um… Jason, I have to ask you something”

“Oh so do I… You go first.”

“Why… Why did you choose me over all those girls?”

And we were back to the awkward conversations.

“Well that’s simple. There’s no reason I shouldn’t pick you, Y/N. You are special" 

I had to words to say. Was he actually in love with me?

“My turn now!”

He took my hand. 

“Y/N, would you like to go to prom with me?"  I stood there, frozen, speachless.

"J-Jason?”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me!”

His rosy lips quickly slammed mine. The kiss was strong, breathtaking.  The rain finally stopped pouring

Jason was not just a typo highschool rich kid, he was more than that. He was more than good enough. And I loved him, I truly did. But missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will. …

anonymous asked:

Hi there, HAPPY BIRTHDAY <3 <3 I was wondering if I could get a scenario where there is a school dance comi mg up at UA an every time Bakugou goes to ask his fem crush someone interrupts them ^.^ I don't know if that enough of a description but I hope you can understand what I mean. thank you so so much <3

This was plenty to work off of darling! I hope you enjoy! :)


Bakugou Katsuki:

It was supposed to be simple: walk up and ask if she’d go to the dance with him. This little task seemed so easy compared to the training, fighting and villains he’s taken down. But of course, nothing simple or easy ever happens to Bakugou Katsuki.

He had tried to ask (Name) not once, but three separate times to the dance, and all three times, some shit had interrupted him before he could even begin to phrase the question to her.

Attempt 1:

It was at least an hour before he needed to leave for class, the main lounge in his dorm facility being pretty much empty. As he wandered downstairs he noticed her at the waffle iron, waiting for her choice breakfast to finish cooking.

“Morning Bakugou.” She greeted, her usual angelic voice sounding a bit tired, most likely since she had not been up for long yet.

“Yeah yeah, good fucking morning.” He grumbled, walking past her and slamming open the fridge to make himself something to eat as well.

“Always bright and cheerful I see.” She teased him, taking her waffle and putting it on a plate.

He glared at her and watched as she took a seat on one of the dining tables. Alone. In the empty lounge. Aside from herself and him.

Now or never right? Sure it wasn’t the most romantic, but at least no one would see him get embarrassed or worse, rejected…

“Hey dumbass.” He called out, walking towards her with a bowl of cereal and harshly setting it down across from her.

“Yeah?” She eyed him, curious as to what he wanted to ask her. He was usually grumpy, but the way he averted her eyes made her feel as if he was about to ask her something important.

“So that dan-”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS! BUT IT SMELLS GREAT!” Kaminari suddenly entered the room, eyeing (Name)’s waffle. She chuckled and rubbed his bed head worse, forgetting about Bakugou in the process.

“Want me to make you one?” She asked watching as Kaminari’s face lit up in delight and he nodded.

“Yes please!” He winked at her, causing the girl to chuckle and rise from her seat to make some more batter.

Kaminari returned the laugh, only to glance over and see Bakugou angrily eating his cereal, his ruby eyes looking to try to ignite the blonde on fire.

“What?” Kaminari asked and Bakugou scoffed, turning his gaze away and raised his lip in disatisfaction.

“Nothing, so piss off.”

Attempt 2:

This morning had not worked out, but the day was still young. It was nearly lunch time, as Bakugou was glancing out the window. Whatever lesson was being taught was in the back of his mind while he tried to think of another plan.

He knew that he had to act fast, some of the other extras seemed to be wanting to ask her as well, but like hell would he allow (Name) to go to the dance with anyone that wasn’t him.

He had long accepted his crush on her, and was now more in the mindset to actually see if she returned these crummy feelings. He hated to admit it, but like a damn lovesick teenager, she had been filling his thoughts a lot lately. As she was right now.

The ringing of the bell made Bakugou return to reality, and watch as his classmates began to leave. He lingered back, knowing she was usually one of the last few people to leave the classroom. If he waited long enough, then once again it would just be the two of them and he could attempt to ask her, again.

She fiddled with her bag, making sure all her stuff was safely inside before grabbing her lunch and walking towards the door. (Name) paused when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned around to face the only other person who was still in the room.

“Hey.” She smiled, a faint blush rising to her cheeks when she saw it was Bakugou who was holding her back. “Sorry about this morning. Kaminari came in so suddenly i forgot about what you were trying to tell me.”

“Yeah…” Bakugou growled, his memory of earlier replaying making him scowl at that blonde haired idiot again. “Anyway, about what I was going to fucking tell you.”

“Yes?” She asked, her big (Eye color) orbs making him pause from how they pulled him in.

“Well dumbass I was wondering if you-”

“When the bell rings, it means everyone has to leave!” Iida shoved the classroom door open, his presidential side kicking in.

“Piss off Machine Legs!” Bakugou suddenly yelled out.

“L-lets just leave Kacchan alone…” Izuku mumbled, knowing full well not to get his childhood friend’s agitation levels up any higher.

“DEKU!” Bakugou lurched forward. “You get your shit friends out of here!”

“He’s really going at us, isn’t he Deku-kun?” Uraraka laughed.

Before Bakugou could wipe the floor with these intruders though, (Name) walked past him and bowed apologetically to Iida and company.

“Sorry, we were making light conversation and forgot. I apologize for the both of us.”

And with that she walked away and Bakugou had lost his chance yet again.

Attempt 3:

With two tries down the tube, it was time to throw courtesy out the window and just come out and say it to her! Luckily for Bakugou, being rude and blunt were some of his most well polished traits.

Currently, the two of you were playing villains during a training simulation. The opposing team was nowhere to be seen or heard of, so right now seemed like good time. Sure not the most appropriate, but better than the last two attempts.

(Name) was kneeling down, peaking around one corner, trying to see if anyone was around. Bakugou watched her keeping guard, and started to make his move.

“Hey, about earlier.”

“Earlier?”

“Shitface… I mean what I tried to tell you this morning and before lunch!”

“Right now isn’t a good time to bring this up Bakugou.” She scolded him and ran forward, Bakugou following her. She wanted to take down their classmates fast to be done with this exercise, but with Bakugou trying to distract her… she was feeling like this would take longer.

“Well too fucking bad, I’m gonna fucking get interrupted if I try to tell you in a regular fashion!”

“Bakugou! We need to worry about the hero team right now! This can wait!”

He opened his mouth to speak again when he suddenly felt himself get nailed in the back, and his feet feeling cold. Then something wrapping around his arms to subdue him from attacking back or escaping.

Well shit.

“Team Bakugou and (Name) are unable to move. Team Todoroki and Yaoyorozu win.”

The announcement wasn’t even the worst part of it all, as (Name)’s glaring face towards him really made him feel like an idiot, not to mention he was now on a major losing streak.

Present:

He sulked in his room, the day having not gone right for him a single time. And to make matters worse, after his irresponsible stunt during training, (Name) had been giving him the cold shoulder.

A soft knocking on his door alerted him that someone was waiting outside in the hallway for him. Begrudgingly he rose from his bed and walked to his door and slammed it open with such force that it knocked against the wall with a thud, the sound echoing down the hallway.

He felt his cheeks rise in embarrassment when he saw (Name) give him a concerned look and he clicked his tongue to hide it.

“You okay there? Want to try and slam the door a bit harder, I don’t think everyone on campus heard it.”

“Shut the fuck up… what do you want fuck face?”

“Well you’re tried to tell me something three times today and got interrupted each time. So I thought since classes are over I’d come and find you. And since you’re in your room, it means the chances of you getting interrupted are pretty low.”

He rolled his eyes, but internally thanked the stars for you coming to find him. He was going to ask you this time. The dance was next week and he was going to ask you to go with him to satisfy these damned lovey dovey emotions.

Grabbing your hand and pulling you inside his room, he locked the door and then turned to face you. You looked at him, eyes waiting patiently and he smirked.

“That dance is next week, wanna fucking go with me and have a terrible fucking time together?”

(Name) remained silent for a moment and Bakugou glared at her. She was getting back at him for earlier wasn’t she? Raising his damn anxiety at her little tease…

“Sure. Sounds fun. You better take me to dinner first and get me a bouquet.”

He groaned. “Fuck… this is gonna be a ton of work, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes, so you better look nice and be on your best behavior.”

“I’ll act however I fucking want.”

“Sure sure.” (Name) walked back towards his door, unlocking it and stepping out. “So when are you gonna pick me up?”

“Around 6. Roses fucking decent enough for your spoiled ass?”

“I’m not picky. My dress is red, so wear a tie that color, unless you want to look like a buffoon.”

“Fuck off.”

She winked before leaving and Bakugou smirked. It was going to be a fun night with her. And most importantly, he finally had her as his date.

anonymous asked:

Random prompt i thought of while scrolling tumblr, "Is that supposed to surprise me?" I thought you'd be perfect to tackle it! Definitely MSR if you can? I just love your writing

Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

They used to go to bars, Scully thinks. At least to one bar: Joe’s. When they were first partnered, they sometimes went there to discuss cases and to see each other outside of work, but on neutral grounds. It didn’t last long. Soon they were spending most of their time together; in their office after hours, their apartments and on the road. No longer at Joe’s, though. As they grew closer together, they grew further apart from everyone else.

Today, though, Mulder wants to meet at Joe’s. For a drink, he texts her, with one of these smiley faces. Scully, who has spent most of her days in a quiet, dark morgue, would rather go home, shower and go to bed. It’s been a long week. Though Mulder’s sudden burst of extroversion is most likely her own doing. Last weekend, two days spent mostly in bed, or on the couch, she mentioned that maybe they could, like a normal couple, go out every once in a while. Who knew Mulder could take a hint.  

She showers at Quantico knowing that if she were to go home and change, she might not leave her apartment again. Ever. She’d rather be in casual clothes, shed her professional Scully persona, but this will have to do. She quickly texts Mulder that she’ll run late - reports can’t wait - but that she’ll be there. His ‘can’t wait to see you’ sends a flutter to her heart and curls her lips upwards. No matter where they meet, she can’t wait to see him either.

As Scully steps into the dimly lit bar now, she wonders if they still fit here at all. Young people in business suites, nursing drinks, staring into phones; is that who they are? Her Mulder radar leads her past tables and past the bar. She knows that he picked a table in the back, partly hidden from view, safe in the shadows. She can’t not smile when she sees him there hunched over what she presumes is a file. Mulder, even after hours, is always working. She walks closer, her heels for once not announcing her, and touches his shoulder. He looks up at her, his eyes full of love, his smile happy. 

“Hey there, stranger.” Mulder is up on his feet in an instant and she’s in his arms a moment later. Scully has hugged Mulder plenty of times. As a partner, as a friend and out of desperation. Lately, this time, too, it’s a lover’s hug; tight, passionate and clingy. 

“I missed you.” He croons into her ear.

“Mulder, we saw each other four hours ago.”

“It felt much longer.” His lips, talking or not, are on the move. Scully lets him even though she knows better. There are no fears, doubts or consequences on her mind when he’s kissing her. Her mind is in fact blissfully empty. His hands roam her body, touch her intimately, and then there’s this nagging voice quietly reminding her that they’re in a public place and very publically displaying what they’re trying so hard to keep private.

“Ehm, good evening agents.” A deep, dark voice interrupts their moment and they jump apart. Lips swollen, eyes sparkling, there’s no denying what they’ve been doing. Skinner, however, is completely unfazed. As if seeing them make out, is the same as them handing over a report. He stand there with a beer in his hand, dressed casually, looking nothing like their boss.

“Uhm, hello,” Mulder clears his throat to sound less like an awkward teenager and more like a mature adult, “we uhm…yeah. I guess we’re not just… partners anymore.”

“Is that supposed to surprise me?” Skinner takes a sip from his beer, eyes Mulder, then Scully. “What you do outside of the office is none of my concern. As long as you keep it out of the office.” His eyes grow huge as he glances at Mulder. Who nods dutifully. 

“Have fun, you two.” He struts off, doesn’t look back once.

“Please tell me this did not just happen.” Scully buries her face in Mulder’s chest. The cat is out of the back anyway. There’s no reason to hide anymore. The thought should make her happy, but right now all she feels is hot embarrassment. 

“He took it pretty well. Don’t you think?”

“I’m not sure what to think, Mulder.”

“You want to keep me your dirty little secret, don’t you?” He leans down to kiss her cheek and Scully’s eyes drift close again. 

“Hm, no. I just don’t want everyone to talk about us.”

“They already talk about us, Scully.”

“That’s true. Mulder?”

“Hm?” It’s a wonder he hears her when his mouth is taking over again.

“I think I was wrong.” That gets his attention. He stops kissing her and looks at her, blinking a few times.

“Dear diary, today Dana Scully made my day when she-”

“Mulder, shut up. I just want to go home. I know I said we should get out every now and then and maybe we should but… not tonight. Definitely not when Skinner is around here somewhere. So, take me home?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Is that supposed to surprise me?” Scully tries to imitate Skinner’s voice, fails and giggles.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of me, agent Scully.” Scully turns around, the color of her face almost matching that of her hair, and gives her boss a sheepish smile. She’s learnt that move from the best. Mulder, his hand on her back, nods at their boss and leads her away. 

“I really can’t take you anywhere, Scully.” He chuckles into her ear. He kisses her there and then they make their way out of the bar; the door slams shut behind them, but Scully swears she can hear Skinner laugh.

anonymous asked:

I seriously love your writing omg is it okay if I request a Yoosung "first time" fic >///< you don't have to ofc!! Ahh thank you very much

wahooooo sorry i’ve been AWOL for a few days, got caught up in work and illness and work and illness and i’m running on caffeine, paracetamol and two hours of sleep HA

i’m going mad– HERE’S SOME YOOSUNG PORN


Yoosung was the sweetest, most considerate, and loving man you knew. He had done nothing but express his adoration for you from the moment his eyes met yours, and, if that was his way of winning you over for good, oh boy, it was working. The two of you had been going steady for a couple of months now - long enough for the issues surrounding the hacker, and Rika’s apartment, to dissipate somewhat. Yoosung had become more and more focused at school, and you were willing to cheer him on at every possible opportunity. Your evenings were spent either working together, occasionally breaking for some cuddles, or taking time off, watching movies, or playing games, or even just lying together, pouring your hearts out to one another.

Nights like this were a rarity.

“Yoosung-” your breath hitched as your boyfriend nibbled on the tender skin beneath your jawline, tracing his tongue down your neck. “Be careful… You might leave a mark-”

“A mark?”

“Like last time… Remember?”

Yoosung hummed in confirmation, but it didn’t seem like he actually cared all that much, as his lips returned to your own. You couldn’t help but let yourself melt into the kiss - for two people who had never done anything with anyone, your kisses were incredible. His teeth found your lower lip, taking it into his own mouth and sucking, his own groan of satisfaction making you all the more willing to open up to him. Shifting yourself in his lap, you wound a hand through his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands so that you could manoeuvre his head; Yoosung let you take charge as your tongue met his, his hands settling happily on your hips as your other hand, currently unoccupied, went wandering down. Despite your inexperience, you had been in this situation enough that you knew just where would make your boyfriend melt into your arms - pressing around his hipbone, you grinned as Yoosung moaned,  his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Oh, ____…” He was panting, face flushed and eyes dark - a vision of lust. You knew that what you were doing was working; the evidence pressed up against the apex of your thighs, and you rocked into him, desperate for more friction to satiate your own needs. Yoosung was a mess, fingers grasping needily at your hips, your thighs, your butt - whatever he could get a grip on. This wasn’t exactly a new sight for you, in fact, you and Yoosung had done almost everything but directly touch each other. And it was getting… Frustrating, to say the least.

“Hey,” it took some effort on your behalf - you could feel your own arousal growing unbearable - as you pulled away from your lust-stricken boyfriend, not helped by the whine he emitted as his eyes fluttered open. “I don’t know about you, but I… Uh… I think I’m ready.”

“Wait-” Yoosung coughed, and took a deep breath. “You mean… Ready, ready?” His eye sparkled with excitement, and something quite a bit more mature. “Ready?

“Ready.” You grinned back at him as you repeated the word. “I mean, if you are-”

“Of course!” Yoosung cut you off, nodding almost too enthusiastically. “I mean… I’ve been wanting to… Since… We… Uh.” The flush on his face deepened, and he looked down.

“Since…?”

“Since we first kissed!” He exclaimed, somehow flushing even further - you were worried the blood was going in the wrong direction.

“At the party?”

“Ever since then, I’ve been… Uh… Imagining…” The last word was spoken slowly, almost as though Yoosung had tried to craft his sentence carefully - and failed. He trailed off, gaze avoiding your own. But that was all you needed to hear; it wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing the exact same, and many sleepless nights since that first kiss had been spent wishing your fingers were Yoosung’s - nights like these, where the two of you separated, often unsatisfied, hadn’t helped.

“Then let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I love you, Yoosung. I trust you, and I would love nothing more than for you to be my first,” now you were blushing. “And for me to be yours.”

Apparently satisfied with your confession, Yoosung wasted no time finding the hem of your shirt, and lifting it - suffice to say the two of you were already worked up more than enough. You returned the favour, hastily tugging at Yoosung’s shirt until he lifted himself from the headboard of your bed, allowing you to remove the garment. You didn’t want the typical bra-removal scenario to make Yoosung falter now, so, as he moved to tug at the buckle on his belt, you removed it yourself - leaving your boyfriend stunned.

“Oh…” Even through his trousers, you could feel Yoosung’s cock throb when he saw your breasts, freed from their usual restrictions. He didn’t speak, or move, for a few long moments, before turning his gaze to you. “… Can I touch them?”

You smiled - partly nerves, mostly amusement. “Of course - you are my boyfriend, Yoosung.”

Yoosung couldn’t resist taking them into his hands, and just squeezing - you could’ve laughed, if it were under any other circumstances. It took a while before he got the idea of what to do with them, but you were willing to be patient; even seeing him touching you like this was doing wonders to heighten your own arousal. When his mouth took one of your nipples, sucking gently on the hardened bud, you had to consciously stop yourself from grabbing his head. Although he neglected the other side, he was surprisingly good with his mouth, sucking hard before letting up, brushing his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves; your chest was heaving as you tried to regulate your breathing and filter out your moans and sighs of pleasure, and you honestly could’ve let Yoosung play with your chest all night, but you - literally - had more pressing  matters to attend to.

“Shall we undress?” The passionate undressing of one’s lover was all very well, but neither of you had done this before - it could all become very messy, very quickly, if one of you messed up. Save the tropes for later, you thought - for now, all you wanted was to make love to your boyfriend. Thankfully, he seemed to agree, and you removed yourself from his lap - sorely missing the friction the growing bulge in his trousers had given you - removing your own jeans and, with some internal-pep talk, your panties.

Clearly, Yoosung was the one waiting, for the moment you had your panties off, he pulled you down onto the mattress. Honestly, you had so little time to feel self-conscious before his lips were on yours again, your moans muffled against his mouth as he let you fall back, his own figure covering yours.

“Um…” Yoosung wasn’t much taller than you; your frame fit perfectly against his, even as he fidgeted above you. “I hope you don’t mind if we just… Do it.”

You hadn’t even glimpsed anything beyond his torso - although you could feel his stiff member pressed against your thigh, not knowing exactly what was coming was nerve-wracking, but exciting. “I want to do this right, but I don’t think I can wait much longer.” You could even feel your own hips twitching at the thought of what was to come, your clit throbbing in anticipation, desperate for friction - never before had you been so completely aware of your entire body.

“Yoosung, please-” straining up to place a final kiss on his lips, you smiled at him. “I want you.”

No matter how much you wanted to tease him until he couldn’t handle it, mark him as your own, and hear him cry out your name, no matter how much you wanted that talented mouth on your womanhood, and no matter how much you wanted to see just how far the two of you could go in the bedroom, this was your first time. Your first time, with your true love - you were, you realised, lucky beyond belief to have found Yoosung, to have fallen in love with him, and to have him fall in love with you. You knew that you could wait - after all, you had your whole life ahead of you.

Right now, all that mattered was feeling the head of his cock as it spread you open like never before - a shiver passed down your spine as Yoosung sheathed himself inside you fully, and his own breathing hitched. It was uncomfortable, at first, but you were more than ready, and it didn’t take long before you gave him the nod to continue. It barely took you a few thrusts to realise that he was the perfect fit for you - he didn’t boast the greatest length, but that mattered little when he was able to hit all the right places, and it meant even less when he filled you so well, when he completed you so utterly.

“You… You are so perfect, ____…” Yoosung’s voice was a little garbled, gasps and moans of pleasure punctuating each one of his thrusts into you. You didn’t expect him to last long enough - but with how intensely aroused you had unexpectedly found yourself, you were beginning to doubt yourself. Even as Yoosung’s breaths grew more haggard, you were gripping the sheets, knuckles white as your other hand found your engorged clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves to the best of your ability as you let your mouth hang open, moans cascading from your lips.

Yoosung’s erratic thrusting was all the warning you needed to speed up your own pace, and as your boyfriend buried his head into the crook of your neck, cries of your name signalling his impending climax, you felt your own hit you, unexpectedly and abruptly. You convulsed with pleasure, sobbing Yoosung’s name before collapsing back into the mattress, too overwhelmed to move from your position beneath him. At some point between your climax and your subsequent return to full consciousness, Yoosung must have also climaxed - he was yet to remove himself from inside you, or, for that matter, on top of you.

Had you been more clear of mind, maybe you would have asked him to move - for now, however, you were content. The feeling of his skin, sticky but warm on your own, was comforting, and a reminder of what had just occurred. Not that you were upset, or unsatisfied in any way; everything was just perfect. You were slowly being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the man on top of you, and, had he not moved, you could have easily found yourself drifting off. Yoosung’s voice broke the silence, snapping you out of your daze.

“Was that… Ok?” He looked half-asleep himself; eyes hooded, hair mussed, face still holding patches of redness. He looked adorable, honestly, and you wanted nothing more than to take him in your arms, and sleep.

“That was more than ok, love.” Your own voice was quiet, soft with satiation. “Everything was perfect.” Yoosung pulled himself from you with a whimper, collapsing besides you. The silence returned as you pressed against Yoosung once again, who happily entwined himself with you. Minutes passed, and, as you returned to the cusp of slumber, too far gone now to re-awaken, Yoosung spoke once again.

“I think I want to marry you, ____.”

anonymous asked:

Neko!Dan is adopted by Phil from the shelter, he hides for weeks, scared of Phil and what he might do. He knocks over a vase and he starts crying. Phil hugs him. They slowly fall in love and it ends in smut

I did it again, I wrote a fucking novel trying to build the backstory and establish everything before it gets to the smut lmao. if there’s anything you should know about my writing is that I always write a lot… Please note that Tumblr mobile does not like this fic, you’ll have to read it on web, sorry!

my excuse is that this prompt deserves a full fic so you can appreciate the “slowly falling in love” part :) this is 6443 words long and I am screaming how did I get here??? anyway that’s why this one has a read more lol

contains: mentions of past abuse, riding

Ful(phil)lment


Phil looked around at all of the nekos in the shelter, feeling a little overwhelmed. Some of them were wailing, some were sleeping, some were totally ignoring him, and some were staring intently at him without making a sound or even blinking. His mum had suggested he get a neko for companionship since she was afraid he was lonely, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was. I don’t want a neko because they’re a neko, though. I hate thinking about them sitting in their cages for years, not wanted by anyone.

He walked down the aisles, not sure exactly what he should be looking for. He nibbled at his bottom lip as he thought about how a lot of nekos came from bad homes or rough beginnings; it made him want to adopt them all and take them home with him, let them live their lives the way they wanted to.

“Sir? Do you need any help?” A woman asked. He turned around.

“Ah… I’m just not really sure what I’m looking for,” he said sheepishly, suddenly aware that he’d already been there for 30 minutes without really looking closely at any of the nekos.

“Do you have a preference for what gender?” She asked. “Any desired personality traits, skills…?”

* “Not particularly? I’m just looking for a companion, really,” Phil said, scratching his cheek. That sounds like they’re robots programmed to do certain things…

“Hmm, well unfortunately that doesn’t really narrow down your options, but I will say that a lot of the nekos towards the back are… a little warier of humans for various reasons. You can talk to any of the nekos if you want, but I can’t guarantee that they’ll want to answer you. If there’s one you’re particularly interested in, let me know and I can put you guys in a private room to see how things go.”

Phil nodded and he walked away, heading right for the “warier” nekos at the back. He felt bad for the nekos back there; he figured that most people would stick to the front and middle, so they must rarely get any attention. Although maybe that’s for good reason, he thought, stopping briefly. What if I go in and I stress them out? … But what if I find a neko in there who really needs to get out of here?

Having convinced himself, Phil pushed open the door and walked inside. It looked the same as the part of the shelter with the more “adoptable” nekos, but all of the nekos he could see from the doorway reacted to his presence by hissing, pressing themselves all the way back in their cages, or just turning their back on him.

He walked further in, peering around. It was uncomfortable feeling so many eyes on him. Phil scanned the placards in front of the cages, trying not to stress out the nekos even more by staring back at them. Alison, Everitt, Chris, Lisa, Emily… Came from an abusive home, found on the streets, found living with a pack in the forest, came from an abusive home, unknown…

Phil was reading another placard: Dan… Unknown… Refuses to speak to anyone… Can be standoffish…. Needs a home with adults only, shows fear when startled or exposed to sudden movement…

“Makes them sound like pets instead of creatures capable of rational thought,” Phil mumbled under his breath.

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anonymous asked:

Hnnnng I want the K!

still doing ancient memes? still doing ancient memes

unedited, read at your own risk, etcetcetc

a sick!fic written more for a friend than for this ask, whoops ^^;;;

3: Nose Kiss

He didn’t think he’d stopped smiling since she told him.

Maybe it was silly, but…

She trusted him. She trusted him with one of her most closely guarded secrets, and maybe it had been out of necessity, but…

She trusted him.

She trusted him with her identity, with her bare face and her home and her troubles, and now he would never have to worry about what would happen if she just didn’t come to patrol one day. (Like his mother just hadn’t turned up to one of their visitations.) He’d know if she was sick or injured or… or worse, which he wasn’t thinking about, but if she didn’t come, he’d know where to look.

And now? Now he could do things like drop in on her if she was having a bad day, and protect her when her timer ran out before the akuma of the week was defeated, and just… see her, talk to her without needing to be in mortal danger.

Chat was in heaven.

His lady, on the other hand, was not.

“Seriously, Chat,” she groaned, or would have if she’d had a voice. “I’m fine. It’s just a cold.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I please have awkward teenage L and awkward teenage B headcanons pleeease?

Okay, lets see….

L:

  • never showed much interest in/paid much attention to his body, so when puberty hit, he was mostly annoyed by the changes
  • secretly wished he could stay a child forever - a child with the authority of an adult
  • crouching on chairs wasn’t as comfortable as before, but it never even crossed his mind to sit in a more “appropriate” way, though he noticed how people started to look at him funny/judgy
  • made his posture even worse with trying to make himself smaller
  • “Watari, I need (insert random gay erotic magazine) for my research on a case. Please try to obtain it ASAP.”
  • one of the only things he liked about puberty, was how his voice changed - it became pretty deep rather quickly and he loved to boss people around with that voice, not realising that most people were just thinking he was being a douche
  • absolutely hated his body hair, even though it grew sparsely, so he just shaved it off completely one day
  • took his time to regularly shave his facial hair, just plucked it with his fingers instead, until it started to look really ridiculous
  • was kind of overwhelmed by his random horniness and tried to ignore it most of the time
  • already knew that he liked both girls and boys, but was unprepared to feel smitten by random young and handsome officers (he dealt with that by staring at them intensely)
  • constantly argued with people about basically everything, even about stuff he knew nothing about
  • hated how his body looked in tennis sports wear and one day decided to show up on the tennis court with his normal clothes, pretending he didn’t know why people were staring at him
  • sometimes locked his room just because he didn’t want to see Watari’s face, let him believe that he was masturbating even though he wasn’t
  • sometimes wore hoodies to hide greasy hair
  • either forgot to shower, or showered for hours - no in between

B:

  • B, by contrast, loved puberty
  • hit a growth spurt with 13 and liked to loom over other kids, even the ones who were older but shorter than him
  • didn’t really try to flirt with people, instead just asked them if he could see their underwear, if they said yes (only two people ever did), he asked them if they’d like to see his dick
  • once took off his shirt, tossed it towards A and asked them if they could smell that he’s a man now
  • he always was pretty clean, but rarely used deodorant because he wanted people to smell him
  • also sniffed other people to tell them that they’re hitting puberty
  • was the kid who randomly touched his crotch in front of other people, all while never breaking eye contact
  • was also the asshole who loved to trip other kids up while playing football
  • ironically constantly accused other kids of cheating and wrestled them to the ground when they denied it
  • “Hey, take my hand.” Random kid: *gives him their hand* B: *squeezes it brutally, twists and distorts the joints*
  • loved to pick locks to visit “his friends” at Wammy’s House in the middle of the night
  • randomly told people the date of their death, without telling them what it meant
  • he started to use make up when he was 15, but constantly used a shade to light for his skin/didn’t blend it right (Teacher: B… you don’t look well, do you want to get some fresh air?”)
  • basically just stopped brushing his hair
  • had a phase where he looked up weird murder scenes and put them in a folder named “pics that cheer me up”
  • made up creepy pastas about Wammy’s House
million years // zach herron

 request: flustered!big crush on you zach please

this was a lot of fun to write! it’s such a cute concept and thinking about zach getting all nervous and embarrassed around you and nhuewhfewhfweh it’s so frickin cute agh. i hope you guys enjoy!

triggers: none i think


she’s so beautiful.

a thought that entered zach’s head every single time he laid eyes on her. from the way her hips swayed when she walked to the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed.

she was perfect in his eyes.

her hair, her eyes, her body, her personality. everything was absolutely, 100%, perfect. he wanted her to be his more than anything in the whole world.

but he never stood a chance. y/n was stuck in her own world, and with her being jonah’s favorite cousin, well, zach was screwed.

he was hopelessly in love.

his lungs stopped working whenever she walked by, his already rosy cheeks became an even deeper shade of crimson when she said hello. his words caught in his throat when he even tried to say hello back.

and there he was, sitting almost three feet away from her, his hands clammy as he stared at her longingly. y/n was undoubtedly the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“zach,” jack tried to get the younger boy’s attention, but to no avail. “zach!” jack practically yelled in his face, finally succeeding in grabbing his attention.

“w-what?” zach fumbled over his words, still in his daydream world about y/n.

“bro, if you want to stare at y/n, at least try and make it less obvious. you’re practically drooling on yourself, and she’s right there,” jack whispered, making zach choke on air.

he sighed heavily, running a hand nervously through his hair. “am i that obvious?” he whispered back.

“basically, it’s like your eyes actually form little hearts when you look at her,” he snorted. zach nearly groaned out loud. could he be any more stupid?

“hey, if it means anything, i don’t think she’s noticed. and plus, she likes you back,” jack commented quickly, but zach heard his words. and he had nearly choked once again.

“wait what?” he managed to say. jack laughed and patted his back.

“yeah dude, she likes you too. she told me last week,” jack said casually. but zach was anything but casual. his heart began racing a million miles an hour, sending his mind into a frenzy.

she liked him back. the girl he had been pathetically crushing on for nearly a year liked him back.

“s-should i tell her? that i like her i mean,” zach’s eyes drifted over to y/n again, who was talking animatedly to daniel. her arms gestured wildly about as she was telling her story, her eyes sparkling.

“yeah, make your move dude. i am 100% sure she likes you as much as you like her,” jack told him, boosting up his confidence.

“alright, i’m gonna do it,” zach stood up and walked over to y/n with clammy hands. she sat there looking beautiful as ever, now alone because daniel had excused himself to go to the bathroom.

“hi, uh, y/n, can we talk for a little bit?” zach stammered, a crimson color beign painted on his cheeks. y/n looked up at him shocked for a moment, before her cheeks heated up as well.

“yeah of course,” she stood up, leading the way to the backyard. they sat together on a lounger outside, the warm la sun washing down on their faces.

his heart raced as he played with his fingers, trying to put his feelings into words. “y/n, i-i really like you. a lot. you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, and i understand if you don’t return these feelings but i thought you should just know in case you do and-” he couldn’t bring himself to look at her expression, fearing it would be a look of disgust.

she laughed lightly, cutting off his incessant ramblings. “zach, hey, listen. i like you too,” he stopped immediately, looking at her in shock.

“y-you do?” he managed to sputter out, making her laugh once again.

“yes you adorable idiot, i like you too.” she remarked, causing zach’s face to heat up even further than it was before. a wide grin spread across his face. she liked him back.

“so since we like each other, would you be okay with me kissing you? if you’re uncomfortable that’s fine but-”

“yes zach, i would love it if you kissed me,” he smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers. she sighed happily as she kissed back, relaxing into the kiss. zach’s hand went up to cup her cheek, the feeling of her silky lips on his was practically heaven.

they broke apart, breathing heavily as they stared adoringly into each other’s eyes. but their moment was quickly ended when loud cheers rang through the space, and the pair looked to see the rest of the band run outside to where they sat.

“i told you she liked you,” jack smirked at zach cockily. he brought zach into a hug and ruffled his hair, causing the younger boy the groan and place his locks into their former position.

“zach,” jonah spoke up, causing him to freeze up. “you better not hurt my cousin,” he said sternly. zach took y/n under his arm and kissed her cheek, making her cheeks flame up.

“never in a million years.”

anonymous asked:

PROMPT: Since we know next to nothing about the Acar family, can you please write an Iftar fic at Yousef's household and Mama Acar knows and so do his siblings (if he has any) and it's just a fun time but also Sana is super nervous!! If you don't have time or can't do it, I understand, but if you do, thank you so much!

Hey nonnie, this is two weeks late so I’m you’re still around and you like it! :D

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Sana has been staring at the clothes hanging in her closet for the past half an hour. She’s never this indecisive about what she should wear, but this wasn’t just any occasion.

She was going to Yousef’s house. For iftaar. She was going to meet his mother and sister.

Unfortunately, Baba won’t be there since he’s away for a business trip. Yousef had told her earlier.

 

Well nothing unfortunate about that as far as Sana was concerned, one parent was unnerving enough.

After much consideration she finally picked the white churidaar salwar kameez her mom had bought for her from the Pakistani store downtown, and matched it with a light pink hijab.

Elias was waiting in the living room, wearing a blue and silver kurta and looking “fresh” enough to give Mutasim a run for his money. When she walked out he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“No black?”

She frowned. “Is it too much?”

He got up to stand in front of her and then with a big smile said, “Of course not. You look beautiful sis.”

She smiled back and was about to say thank you when he added, “Yousef won’t be able to tear his eyes away from you for the entire evening.”

So she ended up lightly hitting him in the arm instead. “Elias! That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. What part of lowkey don’t you understand? It’s already weird that I’m tagging along to an iftaar invitation with all the boys, I don’t want his mom to catch him making eyes at me. Please don’t add fuel to the fire by saying anything inappropriate.”

Elias made a motion where he sealed his lips shut and then threw away the key.

With a sigh Sana followed him outside and got into the car.

As he revved the engine he said, “You know, It’s not like he’s the only one with the heart eyes. You turn into an emoji around him too.”

She tried not to grin but failed. “Oh shut up and just drive Elias.”  

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It turned out that Elias wasn’t the sibling she should’ve been worried about. Because as soon as Yousef opened the door, his nine-year-old sister Amena came bouncing up to them and exclaimed, “Is she finally here? The girl you’re always talking with on the phone?”

“Amena!” he gently reprimanded as he moved her aside to let them enter. Elias laughed while Sana smiled nervously.

“Sometimes I stand outside his room and all he does is talk about how much he loves your smile and beautiful you are.” She looked Sana up and down with an appraising and eye and then declared, “He’s not wrong you know.”

“Okaaaay, that’s enough.” Said Yousef as he gently clamped a hand on his sister’s mouth and picked her up to take her to her room before she revealed any other embarrassing details about his long conversations with Sana.

Elias was having a blast and called after him, “How come you never call me beautiful? I’m hurt.” He mocked while Sana turned redder by the second.

Yousef returned quickly and lead them to the living room where the rest of the squad was sitting. Adam, Mutta and Mikael got up to greet Elias and said hi to Sana.

“Where’s Yenge?” Elias asked just as Mrs. Acar walked in.

“Right here” she said with a smile. “It’s so nice to finally have you boys back in my home, you should come here more often instead of troubling Mrs. Bakkoush all the time.”

“It’s no trouble, Mama likes having guests over.” Sana said and Elias smirked at her, knowing full well how her constant complaints about his friends being in their home 24/7 had conveniently disappeared as soon as a certain carrot loving boy had confessed his feelings for her. Now she was suddenly as welcoming as her parents.

“Ah Sana. It’s so good to see you too habibti.” Mrs. Acar went over to give her a hug. “You look prettier every time!” she said as she kissed her cheek.

Elias elbowed Yousef and wiggled his eyebrows as if to say, “your mother approves” and Yousef just shook his head and smiled.

“Why don’t you all move to the table, there’s only a few minutes left.”

“Do you need any help Yenge?” Sana offered even though she hoped the answer would be no. Thankfully that’s exactly what she said.

Yousef discreetly whispered as he walked by, “You’re useless in the kitchen anyway” and then winked over his shoulder while Sana glared.

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There were three minutes left for Iftaar and they all raised their hands to pray. Sana closed her eyes and concentrated on her Duas, listing them one by one and finishing off with an Ameen just as the call to Maghrib prayer started.

Before she could reach for her first date her phone pinged with a new text. She looked across the table to see Yousef typing.

Yousef: Hmm, I wonder what you were praying for.

 

Sana: Don’t get too cocky, your name wasn’t mentioned.

 

Yousef: : (

She was about to reply when Mrs. Acar said, “So I hear you’re planning to follow in your father’s footsteps and become a surgeon Sana.”

She nodded. “That’s the hope Yenge.”

“Mashallah. In a few years I’ll be calling you Dr. Bakkoush.”

“In a few years you’ll be calling her daughter in law.” Elias, who was sitting next to her, muttered under his breath. Sana kicked his leg under the table while smiling sweetly at Mrs. Acar and he tried not to groan too loudly.

Amena piped up, “It’ll be good to have a doctor in the family.”

“Indeed.” Mrs. Acar agreed with a significant glance at Sana. She blinked, wondering if she was reading too much into it, but no one said anything more as they all began eating Mrs. Acar’s wonderful dishes, so she breathed a sigh of relief and took a large helping of the Fırın Makarna.

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She hugged Mrs. Acar goodbye and promised to come visit again soon. Amena winked at her and Sana patted her head, causing the little girl to scrunch up her face.

Yousef walked them out to their car. Elias embraced and thanked him, and with a knowing look got into the car so Sana and Yousef could have some time alone.

She leaned against the car and folded her arms. “So, not as disastrous as I had imagined.”

He laughed, “Oh, you were never so nervous. For no reason. Mama loved you, I could tell.”

“Yeah I noticed a little something too.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did you say anything Yousef?”

He did that thing where he reached behind his head and messed up his hair, his nervous tic. “Uh, maybe.”

She lightly his his arm. “Yousef!”

He caught her hand and then brought it close, rubbing patterns over her wrist with his thumb.

“It’s okay, they’re all pleased. Like I knew they would be.”

She closed her eyes and smiled. “Well, I guess it’ll be my turn soon.”

He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to it. “Don’t worry about it. There’s no rush.”

After all, they had all the time in the world to spend with each other.