i had to wait so long to see this

anonymous asked:

Bts reaction to you being horny after their performance

Namjoon : *Scratches the back of his head*

“Baby I’m so tired,” *points at his chest* “do you see all this sweat.” “I have never danced so hard in my life.”

Jimin : *Silently smiles at you for a long period of time rubbing your cheek*

*talks in almost a whisper* “You will have to wait princess,” “remember last time we had sex in the changing room,” “and we almost got caught.”

Jungkook : *Looks at you with a shy smirk*

“I need to take a shower,” “I feel dirty.”

~You tell him you don’t care and it’s better this way~

“You’re so needy,” “all the time.”

Yoongi : “You really wanna get horny right after I just performed babe?” “There’s nowhere we could go…” “ I guess you will have to wait.”

Jin : *Starts laughing while wiping the sweat off his forehead being sarcastic*

“Yes let me just take you on this floor and fuck you senseless right now,” “because I didn’t just perform and I’m completely ready.” 

Taehyung : Gets closer to you holding both of your hands muttering “Can you wait until we get home for me.”

~Jungkook starts calling for him~

J-Hope : “What do you want me to do about that jagyia?” “I can’t bring you to the dorm with me tonight..”

~You start pouting~

“I wish I could take care of you,” “you have no idea.” “I still love you, though.”

anonymous asked:

We'll have to wait 2 weeks to see Omelia and 13x16 will be about Japril and I'm not interested watching it so we'll have to wait other 2 weeks to see them again and that's awful. It's been 4 months since we saw them for the last time and I'm so DONE with Grey's. I think I'm gonna kill Shonda because she's messing with Omelia 😡😡

This season has been awfully slow. Amidst so many special episodes, long hiatus and uninteresting storylines basically dragging, we have seen very little development.

For example, Meredith and Nathan are in the same place they ended s12.

Maggie too.

Japril had the baby and nothing else happened.

Jolex has broken up and are still broken up.

Bailey’s chief storyline hasn’t gotten anywhere yet.

Arizona and Eliza Minnick took a gazillion episodes to have a meaningful moment.

Omelia started the season very well, went downhill super fast and apparently they’ve left them there.

There was a lot of press about someone making a return, we all got hyped and found out it was Leah Murphy. Why? What did she come back? That was so long ago and up till now, they have used her for absolutely nothing.

Meanwhile, we had filler episodes in prisons, flashbacks about the chief’s mom (who cares?), alex’s jail storyline that took up a lot of screen time and suspense to be solved basically offscreen… this whole Meredith/Nathan/Maggie thing that was the focus on the first episodes and suddenly was left aside. And many more bad moves.

I am positive for a good ending for Owen and Amelia but you know, I’d like to see some actual quality development for the Omelia storyline.

My brother is annoying. He doesn’t want us to buy a new hamster, because these things don’t live long enough, and it broke his heart to see them die two years after getting them, and in two years he’ll have his finals and doesn’t want to be disturbed by new hamster’s death, and these things are not affectionate enough, blablabla… He just wants a dog, and thinks if we wait enough my parents will finally accept, but it’ll never happen. Plus, I had to deal with my high school best friend’s death two days before my finals, so this self-pitying strategy doesn’t work on me.

We wanted to call new hamster Coquelicot… :’( (it means poppie in french. Read “kokliko”) 

likechewingontinfoil  asked:

your post w the story of you hiding in the box reminded me of the worst disappearing child story ever omg. so when i was a kid my grandparents and i went to this big fancy hotel with a huge area in the center full of plants and pathways. the balcony overlooked a part of the area and they let me run around down there as long as i stayed where they could see me. so after a while my grandpa called over the balcony to tell me to come up, so i was like alright i'll be up in a minute. (1/?)

so OF COURSE two seconds into heading back i had to pee, and like any 7 year old, it COULD NOT wait. i found this lady walking around and asked if she knew where a bathroom was, and it ended up being a 3 minute walk down some hallway. (it would have taken me less time to just go up to the room, but i evidently wasn’t thinking of that) so i did my business and got back on track (and slightly lost) to going up to the room. no idea how long i was gone, but i finally got back to the room. (2/?)

my grandpa was sitting on the bead with an ice pack and dirt all over his shirt, and there was some lady i didn’t know and my grandma was worried as hell. obviously i was confused and after everyone calmed down from me being gone too long they told me that grandpa had leaned so far out the balcony trying to look for me that he FELL OFF. he landed on some plants right in front of this lady who was smoking a cigarette and scared the shit out of her, and she helped him get back to the room. (3/?)

luckily we were only on the second floor so the fall wasn’t too bad, but grandpa was so scared he was about to call the police. to me, it didn’t seem i was gone that long, but it had really been about 20 minutes. i felt so bad omg…. to this day grandpa gets exasperated whenever that story comes up. but he never got mad at me. i’m the favorite grandkid B) (END!)

Oh my goodness, how scary! D: I’m glad your grandpa was okay after that, and that you made your way back. You both were safe! Grandparents can be super cool. ^^

A Story
(about the time I met Carrie Fisher)

I know I told this, sort of, in August at the time that it happened, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot today.

I was working at Wizard World Chicago in August 2016, so I had some extra money to spend as I was on an exhibitor pass. I couldn’t pass up a Carrie Fisher autograph so I bought a ticket, but I waited too long and ended up in group B on Saturday afternoon. 

Group B was supposed to start at 5:00 PM. I got in line at 4:30 and waited. And waited. And waited. The convention floor closed at 7 PM; I (hi, line friends) waited. She’d been signing autographs, more or less, since 10 AM. We could see Gary next to her, his tongue sticking out. 

I got to the front of the line at around eight o’clock at night. I was tired; I’d been working the booth all day and perpetual cheerfulness is exhausting. I can only imagine how tired she must have been. “No personalizations,” said the assistant as I handed her the book I’d brought to have signed, which I understood (I was the front of Group B, and there were easily another fifty people at least behind me). 

A minute later, I was standing in front of Carrie Fisher. I’m pretty sure, being a creature of vast social awkwardness, I made a stupid joke about being on the wrong side (I was wearing my Imperial Officer uniform). 

She looked up at me, opened the book, and said, “They’re trying to stymie me. I will not be stymied. Who would you like this made out to?”

I will not be stymied. A life in five words, and all I can say is that I’m so, so very glad I stayed in line.

260 lbs ➡️ 150 lbs.
The picture on the left almost brought me to tears. It was the day of my sisters wedding. You can see the depression in my eyes. You can see my unhappiness, insecurities, utter hate for my body. I remember that day so clearly… I couldn’t wait for it to be over. Seeing family members and friends I hadn’t seen in years. Taking tons of pictures that would be framed, put on facebook. And there I was… Hating myself. The body I lived in. I didn’t want to see anyone. Yet alone people I hadn’t seen in so long. And take pictures? It was pretty much a nightmare for me. I remember avoiding shopping for a dress for weeks. My sister literally had to make me. I was convinced I could “lose a few pounds” before her wedding.. And I refused to go dress shopping until I had done so. Well as the day crept up on me… I had actually gained weight rather than lost it. And so there I was…. Unhappy, depressed, disgusted, angry, bitter. Thinking why is this happening to me? How did my life get to this point…

People ask me everyday how I did it. & especially how I kept going… even on the bad days.

‘Success is moving from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm. ’
THIS quote. Throughout my weight loss journey.. and even now.. I continually reminded myself of these words. Why? Because there WILL be failure. It’s apart of the process… the difference is what you chose to do with it. You have to want it badly enough to push through the failures and endure the pain of change. Which there will be pain. And you have to be willing at any given moment… to give up temporary satisfaction for long term success.
Weight loss isn’t just about your physical self, it’s about changing your mind as well. If you can change your mind you can change your body.
I made up my mind ✔
Changed my mindset on how I viewed food and ultimately how I viewed myself✔
Stopped making excuses ✔
and NEVER let the failures keep me down ✔

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)

Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.

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Baby I’m Sorry

Originally posted by sugagifs

Request:  Can I ask you to write about Yoongi and the reader having a small argument but you get really mad so he acts cute to try to get you to forgive him and eventually you give in to him because you just love him so much.

Genre: Mild Angst, Fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request my love, I’m so sorry I kept you waiting for such a long time but I really hope you enjoy this fanfic <3

It was a frosty cold winter’s night as you pulled into your driveway, you could see the lights in the living room were on and Yoongi was sat on the sofa inside. Angrily, you got out of the car and slammed the door behind you, the noise so loud he had been able to hear it.

Through the window, he made eye contact with you and smiled slightly, but you didn’t return his smile. Instead he was met with only a bitter scowl, something that disconcerted him, he knew well by now that the only time you didn’t return his beautiful smiles was when you were furious.

You marched up to the front door and swung it open, shutting it behind you before storming into the bedroom, not even giving Yoongi so much as a glance. Nervously, he picked himself up from the sofa and followed you, he had no idea what he’d done to upset you so much but he just knew that he wanted to fix it. The two of you sparsely fought but when you did happen to, it was terrible, It felt like the ground itself had been taken away from right under his feet.

When he entered the room he saw that you were sat on the bed biting your lip.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked quietly, he was very taken aback when he heard you laughing in response.

“You really don’t know?” you replied.

You hated treating him so harshly, especially when he looked so concerned but you couldn’t contain your emotions, even when you tried to, they all came spilling out eventually.

“Y/N, baby, I’m sorry, whatever it was I’m sorry” he said desperately, moving so that he was kneeling down by the bed, he was on a lower level than you and it was almost as if he was begging. The sight of that made your heart sink and you felt tempted to reach out and touch him, to kiss away the worried look on his face. But you made no attempt to, he had to know that he’d hurt you first.

“What’s the point in saying sorry if you don’t even know what you did?” you said with a small, sad sigh “I don’t want you to beg for my forgiveness, I just want you to know that you’ve upset me”

“Y/N please just tell me what I did and I’ll try to fix it”

The look of desperation in his eyes made something deep within you break, and besides, it’s not like you wanted to drag this out for longer than necessary, so you gave in and told him.

“We were supposed to meet for dinner tonight…I waited for you for an hour, I tried calling but you didn’t pick up”

You saw him visibly deflate as you spoke, how his expression turned from desperation to pure guilt. For some reason you felt your eyes welling up so you blinked a few times, you really didn’t want to break down so easily, you knew how weak it would make you look. Yet your efforts were in vain because you soon felt the hot salty tears running down your cheeks slowly, probably smudging whatever makeup you had on horribly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

He reached his arms out and circled them around your waist, he brought himself closer until he was hugging your waist, his face buried in your shirt. It wasn’t often he initiated such contact between the two of you so brazenly, but whenever he did it made your heart flutter crazily. This occasion was no exception.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I just got distracted with work and I completely forgot. I know that’s no excuse” he mumbled into your clothing, you had to resist the strong urge to reach out and stroke his fluffy black hair. You kept your hands firmly planted by your side, you made no attempt to return the hug or to push him away, relishing in the feel of his touch despite your supposed anger. That was the thing about Min Yoongi, it was impossible to stay angry at him for long because even when he did genuinely hurt you, you always knew that he didn’t mean to.

“I was really looking forward to it Yoongi but it’s like you don’t really care” you said, the hurt evident in your voice.

“Y/N, please baby, I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you” he said sadly, moving his head up so that he was looking you directly in the eye, he looked close to tears.

“You don’t need to make anything up to me Yoongi, but I planned this with you the other night, were you even listening to me?” he asked whilst meeting his firm gaze in an attempt to feign emotional strength.

“Of course I listen to you, I hang onto your every word Y/N. I’m so sorry baby, I just had this really important phone call for work and I forgot. I was really looking forward to this evening too”

Slowly, you moved hand to where his own hand was resting on the bed, you interlocked his cold fingers with your burning hot ones, both of your hands were trembling slightly. You could see him instantly relax as you touched him, he gripped your hand impossibly tightly, your hand almost went numb at the pressure.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I love you so much”

“I know, I love you too Yoongi, I know you’re busy with work and stuff, I understand that, sometimes I just wish you would pay more attention to me” you mumbled shyly, you felt your cheeks heating up, you’d never expressed your true feelings quite like this before, so many emotions you’d been hiding for such a  long time were finally revealing themselves.

“Baby, do you really think that? I’m so sorry you felt that way, I wish you’d just told me. Y/N, you’re basically all that I think about and every second I get to spend with you I treasure. When I’m at work or in a meeting, half the time the only thing that gets me through the day is the idea that I’ll get to come home to you”

He lifted your two intertwined hands and peppered yours with light, feathery kisses that made your skin tingle. You had to take a moment to catch your breath again. the feeling of his lips on you was so divine you felt lightheaded.

“I’m so sorry, I just got so stressed from work Y/N, It’ll never happen again”

“It’s okay Yoongi, I know you’re sorry” you said with a slight smile, you could feel him grinning against the skin of your hand.

You slid yourself off of the bed slowly and smoothly placed yourself in his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck and let out another sigh, this time a sigh of happiness. The feelings of his warmth against yours was amazing, the heat from his skin always reminded you that he was truly real, that somehow this beautiful man existed.

“I love you so much Yoongi” you whispered gently, you felt how his entire body shivered at these words. You loved that you had such an effect on him.

With his spare hand, he reached out and placed it under your chin, carefully bringing your face forwards towards his, so painstakingly slowly that anticipation danced throughout your entire body as you waited for the moment that your lips finally met his.

When they finally touched, your entire body melted into him, any edges that existed between you dissolved away so that all you could feel was him, his body pressed against yours, the slow movement of his lips and the ticklish feeling of his breath. The kiss was sweet and slow, he took great care in thoroughly investigating every part of your mouth. Even if this was your millionth kiss, it still felt as exciting and new as the first. His hands found their way to your hair and he tangled his fingers within the strands in a way that almost made you involuntarily moan.

When you finally pulled away he brought you into a tight embrace. You breathed in his familiar scent, a scent that was like home to you.

“So I take it that you’ve forgiven me?” he asked with a smile and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet little laugh.

“Yes, I suppose you’ve redeemed yourself”

Fujimaki-sensei Q&A thing from Jump Festa: full version!

Q. I’m really looking forward to the movie next March. During middle school, what movie did Kuroko and Momoi go see on a date? I’d love it if you could tell me what happened after that, too. 
A. It was the kind of movie where the dog waits forever for his dead owner. After they watched it, Momoi cried so much it wasn’t really a date anymore. 

Q. What nicknames did Kagetora-san give to everyone on Vorpal Swords? If he had them for Momoi and the players on the bench, please say what they were, too.
A. Kise –> Flashy Guy
Midorima –> 7:3 Part
Aomine –> Tanning Salon
Murasakibara –> Long Hair
Akashi –> Rich Boy [”Obotchan”]
Momoi –> Satsuki-chan
Wakamatsu –> Yankii
Takao –> Middle Part

[T/N: the “part” in Midorima and Takao’s names is in the sense of a hair part. A 7:3 part is considered a nerdy hairstyle.]

Q. I have a question for Midorima-kun. Up until now, what was your biggest and smallest lucky item? If possible, I’d also like to know the most expensive.
A. Biggest & most expensive –> copy machine (forcefully borrowed from school)
Smallest –> single grain of rice (when left on the bench, it blew away)

Q. There’s a rumor that Kise can’t draw, but how bad is he? I’d love it if I could actually see it. I’d also like to know how well Aomine can draw, since he’s in the top two dummies of the Generation of Miracles. 
A. [See above for drawings. Left is Kise’s drawing, a dog, and on the right is Aomine’s drawing, a cat.]

Q. The Kouhaku Singing Competition is a big part of New Years, so of the Kuroko no Basuke characters, who’s the best singer? Please also tell us who’s as terrible as Gian
A. The best –> There’s only Himuro. The worst –> Nebuya. 
These characters didn’t sing as expected at karaoke–>
surprisingly good –> Furihata, Hayakawa
surprisingly bad —> Miyaji, Nijimura

Q. How many layers are in the osechi in the Akashi family, and is there some kind of really expensive food inside? Also, does Murasakibara’s zouni have chocolate or something else sweet in it?
A. 4-5 layers, and pretty much any expensive ingredients you can imagine are in it. The zouni is normal. What’s crazy is the amount of shiruko. 


My first submission for Ash’s 2k Challenge :D for the threesome prompt. SO sorry it was late and I hope it was worth the wait!


Synopsis: Negan always had a talent for reading people. All it took was seeing you look at one of his strongest lieutenants to get the wheels turning in his head.

Contains: threesome smut, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjob, penetration,  language

All it took was a look. One simple look. You had allowed your eyes to linger on her pretty features and athletic curves a second too long. It was all he needed to see to get the wheels turning in his head.  You remember that day well. You remember the mischievous smile that curled his lips when he followed your gaze to Arat. You should have known right then and there, your dear husband was plotting something.  Negan always did have a remarkable talent for reading people. He could pick up on the most subtle of twitches in the features and be able to interpret their meaning. He could learn a person’s weaknesses, fears, aspirations and desires simply by speaking to them for a brief time. His keen hazel eyes flickering over their every move, analyzing their body language in order to serve his own needs. In your spare time, you’d often wonder what his occupation was before the world went under with the walking dead. 

 It wasn’t long after that, you noticed Negan had Arat coming by the wive’s quarters more and more for seemingly unimportant tasks. More often than not, the pair had simply shot the breeze in his study, sipping whiskey and engaging in some witty banter. They would usually ask you to join them, much to your delight and embarrassment. When it was just the three of you, you learned Arat was a significantly different woman. In front of the other Saviors, she was fierce, tough and formidable. Determined and hardworking. Around the other men, she remained serious and stone faced, never once even cracking a smile. But when there was no one around, Arat proved to be a rather charming woman with an enticingly smug air about her. Truly, she was everything you aspired to be. You both admired and envied her for that. And though she was not one of Negan’s wives, it was no surprise that the Savior leader had proposed to her before. Many times. But Arat seemed to enjoy serving Negan in other, more useful ways. Being one of his top lieutenants certainly had it’s fair share of perks after all. 

Before the dead started walking, there were times when you fantasized about being with another women. Several occasions where you touched yourself to the mere thought and there were more than a few that had caught your eye. Unfortunately, besides a couple of raunchy drunken make out sessions with other equally curious friends in club bathrooms, you never got the opportunity to fully explore. And it wasn’t as though you weren’t currently surrounded by the other beautiful wives, some who perhaps shared in your desires as well. But Arat was different. And maybe it was because she was different, that drew you to her.

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Single Parent AU - Harry Styles.

Asher meets you and doesn’t like you since his mummy left him and he thinks you’ll do the same after you break his daddy’s heart and take all the attention. But then he realises how awesome you actually are?

Here we have an 8.6k Christmas-themed story for the Single Parent AU. Thank you so much for being so patient with me - it means a lot that you’ve waited so patiently for so long for this. I’m also so thrilled that so many of you are enjoying it and loving it and are eager to read new parts; I’ve never had so much positive feedback on an AU story before, haha.

I apologise that some parts are rough and rusty - especially the ending! - so bear with me, haha.

Feedback would be absolutely incredible, so, let me know just what you think of this. And don’t forget to shoot me a message on what you want to see in the next part of the series. Where should I go next?

Enjoy! xx

Part One.  Part Two.  Part Three.  Part Four.  Part Five.

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Something Else

So I said I was on a hiatus buuuut I had the UNREAL opportunity to see Civil War a week early and I’ve been waiting to write this idea since.
I couldn’t resist so I broke hiatus bc I lack self-control…like c’mon
Also I wrote all of it within an hour long study break so I apologize for any errors lol

Title: Something Else
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Being Tony’s child (bc Stark children are way too fun to write) and having to get Peter acclimated to Stark Tower after Tony recruits him.
Word Count: 1,265
Warnings: food mention, CA:CW spoilers (not really but kinda)
Note: Read the sequel here.

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Y/N, I’m home!“ hollered Tony as you heard the door open.

           You roll your eyes, knowing it’s just your dad wanting your attention. You were his only kid after all, and he wasn’t going to be disrespected by his own blood. He’d disown you in an instant.

           And so, to please your tyrannical father, you turn the corner to greet him, only to be caught by a surprise.

           "Who’s that?” you asked, pointing at the teenager standing next to your father. “Did you adopt him? Is he my brother now? I swear…”

           "Yes, you’ve been dethroned as the Stark heir,“ your father sassed, rolling his eyes. “No, I did not adopt him. This is Peter Parker.”

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🌸So, have had such an eventful and Amazing day today!🌸 🌿I’ve met with my very good friend at Starbucks and we drank some hot choc and chatted a l o t and exchanged New Year’s gifts and had a long walk around beautifully decorated city🌿 •Also I finally bought some more gifts for my friends and family and found various goodies for my own self. And yeah, I’ve spent A Lot of money smh🤔• 🐇So, yeah, can’t wait to make my first Moleskine with plain pages into 2017’s bujo, so excited to see how it’ll turn out🐇 Have a good time of a day wherever you are in the world, everyone💕

Yuri!!! On Ice Episode One

Well, here we go!! I’m really excited for this, so let’s jump right in!

Ooo, Funimation! They’re really good at making anime. I’ve only seen three animes, but I know Funimation is big in the business. Well, at least I think I know…

Oh wow! What a way to start the episode. The animation is flawless and the music really adds depth to the scene. It’s so mysterious and it really pulls you in. I’m so excited I’m shaking!

That was an amazing and flawless transition! I’ve gotta give the animators props for this amazing glory that’s before me! I love how without even speaking words, we learn so much about this guy’s character with the change from long, to short hair. What made him do it? He clearly had a change in his life that caused it. Also, the person behind the camera narrating seems really in awe of him. I can’t wait to see how the both of them tie into everything!

My Little Princess

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2,486
Warnings: smut, choking (slight bdsm), cursing, fluffy stuff
Author: Sam
A/N: I also need to state that this fan fiction was actually inspired by one of my followers ;) lol but at the same time I’m having some sexual difficulties today and have been deprived, so this is how I’m releasing my sex drive. Let’s see how long it lasts before I lose my mind sexually. Like guys, the biggest warning here is that this is just the smuttiest shit I’ve written with literally, and absolutely no damn plot lol.

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Season 3:

It’s finally happened. We’ve waited for so long. You gather your friends and turn on the TV to watch the season 3 premiere of Rick and Morty. You turn on the channel and you see prison guards shooting at a escaped convict running away.

*record scratch* *freeze frame* “Yup, that’s me. The escaped convict with the blue hair running for his life. You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situati-”

Feysand au part 3! Sorry his took so long. I had a lot of homework to catch up on and was having trouble deciding just how far I wanted to skip into the story so far. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy!


Nesta’s dress

Elain’s dress

Feyre’s dress


Stars and Wings

Feyre had been waiting for this moment probably since she met Rhysand. Or since the night of her ninth birthday, when he had brought her those paints straight from the City of Starlight—Velaris. She was finally going there to see it for herself; to see the Rainbow and all other things to behold in this city that she’s only imagined in dreams. Feyre had tried painting it based on details from Rhys, but she never felt like she did it justice.

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Torn 20

I was working on Torn earlier when I realized I had so much more to write before I posted both installments. So I just decided to post part of it and make it part 20 to keep you from waiting any longer. This is a long one at 8k plus words and again I am still not done. So I hope you enjoy Eric and the reader and my apologies for the wait.

“So did you really take my granddaughter to see your lover instead of her own father?” Angelina had just burped her granddaughter and you inwardly groan as you were hoping for an uneventful visit. You shook your head at being such a fool. She was after all Eric’s mom. You had not seen her the past couple of days and you had hoped she had went back to Erudite.

“Eric obviously had better things to do then visit his child.” You informed her as you took the half empty bottle of breastmilk off the coffee table.

“If Eric is not with his child he had a damn good reason.”

You stopped in your tracks as you picked up her tone towards you. You whipped around and focused on her.

“I don’t give a damn what reason it is he should be here for his daughter.” Angelina detected the anger in your voice.

“You need to watch your tone young lady.”

You slammed the baby bottle on the kitchen counter.

“YOU don’t get to tell me what to do. You do understand that it is a privilege that I allow you to see your granddaughter. If you as so much as look at me the wrong way you will not see her again. Go run and tell that to your son.” You were heated and you were sick of all things Coulter.

“Eric will never allow that!”

“You want to try me and see?”

Angelina gently placed a sleepy Abigail in her motion seat that Eric had brought her. The seat was a God send as it bounces up and down, swayed back and forth and had many more soothing motion settings for Abigail. Angelina looked you up and down and smiled.

“You know you might just be woman enough for my son.” A look of pride displayed on her face. “I will be back later tonight to tuck my granddaughter in.”

God when was she going back to Erudite?

“That’s fine.” You sighed as you saw her out. You sat on the and pulled your daughter’s infant seat up to you and gazed down at her beautiful face. Abigail yawn and scrunched her cute face. You found your fingers caressing her cheeks.

“I love you baby girl.” You whispered to her as tears of pure joy fell from your cheeks. You loved her so much it ached. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, got up after a few moments on the couch, took Abigail out the seat and went in your room and went to bed as Abigail slept.

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36. “Baby I will never stop trying to help you see your beauty.” with taehyung | 3.2k

Taehyung knows, just knows, that there was no way you weren’t hungry this morning. Last night had been one of those rare occasions where he was home before you, and he remembered you heading straight to bed the minute your shoes were off, turning down his offer for takeout in favour of sleep. He locks the door, and recounts the conversation from earlier.

(The smell of scrambled eggs, a newfound favourite ever since he stole a piece from your plate, pulls Taehyung out of bed. He treads over to where you stand, dressed in his shirt, hair messily pulled into a bun and he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you. So, he does just that.

His arms engulf you and he buries his nose in your shoulder, taking in your scent.

He hears you chuckle, finally up? and he hums back.

“Tae, I can’t do anything if you’re holding onto me like this.”

He opens his eyes and sees that from where he’s got you anchored in his embrace, the salt shaker is just too far from your fingertips. Wordlessly, he loosens his hold, and you get back to making breakfast, well, as best as you can when there’s a grown man leaning on you.

He studies your features in the morning sun: the curve of your brows, partly covered by hair that fell loose; the slope of your nose, cupid’s bow, and the soft lines of your lips.

“My Y/N, you look so pretty today,” he gives you a squeeze at that, earning a chuckle from you.

“I know, I know, you tell me every day,” he feels you pat his arms around your waist.

He plants a gentle kiss to the side of your head, “because it’s true.”

You jokingly smack his arm. “Alright, Romeo. Times’s a-ticking. Let me go so I can get changed.”

“You’re not eating?” he leans back to get a better look at you.

“Not hungry. Now, really, I’m gonna be late, Tae.”

He huffs, but lets his arms drop from around your waist. You give him a quick peck before heading off to the bedroom.

After some contemplation, Taehyung decides that breakfast can wait, and follows after you. He finds you as you’re taking one last check in the mirror, fingers running through your hair to get the knots that you can’t be bothered to brush out. He takes in your outfit and marvels at how they fit on you.

“Wow” he breathes out in awe.

He sees you pause, and you glance up to his reflection in the mirror. “Wow?” you laugh, fingers resuming their course. “I wear this all the time, tae.”

He settles down on the edge of the bed, eyes tracing your every movement. “I know, but it looks good, baby, really good.”

You send him a weird expression over your shoulder, “telling me once a day at breakfast isn’t enough, tae?”

He brings one hand to his chest, mouth agape in mock offence. “Baby! I will never stop trying to help you see your beauty!”

You cover your mouth with one hand, your laughter now filling the room. You stride over to lean down and whisper, “I knew I could count on my prince,” a grin adorning your lips.

He pretends to kneel, one arm lifted behind him and, “it’s my pleasure, your highness.”

You plant a kiss to his forehead and ruffle his hair before turning to grab your purse. He follows you to the door.

“See you later, Tae.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he waves back, and adds, “fighting!”)

Maybe he’s wrong, Taehyung ponders. Maybe you’d grabbed something on the way or maybe you’d really not been feeling hungry. Nonetheless, it still doesn’t explain the untouched popcorn during movie marathons, how you now always carry a glass of water in hand, and how food in the fridge seems to stay there longer.

But he doesn’t know how to bring it up, either. With Jimin, it’d been easier. Tight schedules meant that the time they had to themselves was limited, so he kept his words short, directing the message to his best friend in the van, between rehearsals, urging the other to eat whenever there was a break. With Jimin, it’d been easier because he’d acknowledged it. They all knew why Jimin held himself back whenever food was involved, and it was only a matter of convincing Jimin that another bowl of rice would do him more good than harm.

With you, however, things were different. When Taehyung first noticed the change in your behaviour, he was staring at you through his phone and saw the way your face sunk into your cheeks. He asked for a tour of the kitchen, whining for you to show me some Korean food I think I’m getting sick of Burger King, just to confirm his suspicions. Through the pixelated images, he saw that the snacks he’d sent home months ago were barely opened, when in the past they’d be gone the following week. It had felt like a punch in the gut when Taehyung finally connected the dots and realized that something was wrong.

He couldn’t see you in person then, and it felt inappropriate to deliver all that he’d wanted to say over text, so he promised himself that he’d tell you once he got home. When the time came, however, it was during a one-week break and he found himself coming up short in words because you deserved a happy week with him, didn’t you?

He sighs, and finds himself dialing the number of his best friend. He’s greeted with a grunt, quickly followed by a mumbled whatdoyouwantit'slike6amtaeta–

“Jiminie,” Taehyung cuts him off, “I need your help.”

Taehyung can hear you in the hallway, and he’s just about to get the door for you when you beat him to it, letting it slam behind you and suddenly, he’s not so sure of himself anymore.

“Taehyung, what the fuck was that.” Your words writhe of anger and Taehyung thinks he can actually feel your stomps as you head his way. You throw your coat onto the couch beside him, and all Taehyung has to meet your glare is silence, the words he had ready now stunned out of his mouth.

“Nothing? Really, Tae? After that stunt you pull, embarrassing me in front of god knows how many people and my boss, and you’ve got nothing to say?” You jab your finger in his direction, and Taehyung has to remind himself to be the bigger person here because you’re hurting and it was somehow because of him.

“I–no, just … ” he trails off, at a loss for words, and it’s only worsened by how you’re staring him down with such a guarded expression that he almost doesn’t recognize you anymore. “I thought you’d like it, Y/N,” he looks into your eyes, willing his sincerity to reach through.

“Oh that’s just fantastic, isn’t it?” you bite back, and Taehyung wants to flinch back at the way your words sound drippingly sweet, something he’d never heard used on him. “And you thought hiring some teenage boys to march into the office, singing Bruno Mars to some bad ukulele is the way to my heart?” You dare him to respond.

“Y/N …” Taehyung bites his tongue because while he isn’t one to hold back when wrongly accused, he doesn’t want to make this worse. “I was worried about you.” He tries to take a step in your direction, only for you to take a step back and motion for him to stay where he is.

Don’t,” you warn. “Worried about me?” you gesture to yourself.

“–because you weren’t eating much” Taehyung quickly adds.

“Well did you maybe consider that ‘Just the Way You Are’ isn’t going to fucking make anything better?”

Taehyung tears his eyes away, not wanting his anger, your anger, to get the best of him.

“Not everyone was born with great genes like you, damn it. Some of us have to actually work for our body, Tae.”

Taehyung spins around at that instant, gives you time to take those words back, but you don’t. So he walks to the door and heads out, each step tearing his heart apart but he knows it’s better than anything that might come out of his mouth.

Behind him, you stand rooted to the floor, staring after the closed door and Taehyung’s already walked too far when a sob rips out of your chest. For the first time in a while, you’ve only got the floor to catch you when your legs give out.

You’re only vaguely aware of someone pounding on your door, a loud open the door god damn it Y/N has you out of bed when the sky outside is only barely lit in the early morning–or is it evening? The next thing you know, your best friend has you marched into the shower, hands imploring you to hurry along because how do you not smell yourself right now?

The shower wakes you up, and you feel even better when she places a hot bowl of soup in front of you once you change into a different outfit than the one you’d been wearing for the past few days. Instinctively, you dive right in, the smell of the soup reminding your stomach that oh yeah, you’re hungry. Halfway through, you remember that this, food, was what started the fight between you and Taehyung and all of a sudden, your appetite is gone and you can feel the tears welling back in your eyes.

“Oh honey,” your best friend coos, reaching out to wrap you in a hug.

You lean into her embrace, and like you’ve done for her countless times over the years, she cards her fingers through your hair.

“What happened?” she softly whispered.

“… I-I messed up,” you chock out, and recount the story as best as you can between gasps for air.

“Shhh,” she sways you back and forth. “Is he still in town?”

You do the mental math, adding a few buffer days because you’re not sure how much time has passed but there’s no way it’s been a week, and nod back.

“Then go talk to him,” she implores. “Explain, apologize, say whatever you need to say. He loves you, Y/N, don’t forget that.”

You only huff in response, but, knowing she’s right, you get up and decide to pay the rest of the boys a visit, seeing how Taehyung’s probably at the dorm.

It’s almost ten when you arrive, the sun had set hours ago but you wanted to make sure you had everything. A knock to the door, and it’s Jungkook who greets you first. He gives you a wary smile and hello noona, taking the bags out of your hands, and tells you right away that Taehyung’s in his room. You muster a smile, grateful he didn’t comment on the bags under your eyes, and make your way to the end of the hall.

You ignore the way your heart is pounding against your chest, and raise your knuckles to the wood, but stop just before contact when a familiar voice cuts through the door.

“maybe she’s not worth it, taetae.”

You’re not sure if Taehyung is awake but if he is, he doesn’t say anything. The quiet lets your mind wander and you think about all the girls Taehyung could date and yeah, I’m not worth it, Tae. Your feet carry you back to where you came from, and Jungkook wouldn’t have noticed that you left for not the gentle click of the front door. He considers asking his hyung how the conversation was, but remembers the stench of the room from when he had to bring them lunch earlier, and decides against it.

The next morning, everybody is already at the dining table when Jimin drags a sleepy Taehyung into the kitchen. Everyone, even the normally blunt Yoongi, pretends they don’t notice the swelling around his eyes and the redness to his nose.

“Tae, eat up,” the eldest hyung commands, pushing the dishes toward him.

The latter weakly nods, takes a small bite, and puts his spoon down.

“Come on, TaeTae,” Jimin urges. “Hyung bought you your favourite cake too so you can eat that after.”

This catches Jin off guard. “Wait, Jimin, it wasn’t you? Who bought the cake then?”

Jimin looks up, unsure if Jin is setting up a joke in an attempt to cheer Taehyung up when Jungkook interrupts.

“Noona brought that cake over,” the youngest says, innocent eyes scanning the confusion in everyone’s expressions.

Taehyung looks up, “Y/N … she was here?”

Jungkook blinks, “yeah, last night. Didn’t you talk to her?”

Taehyung slams his hands on the table, and Jimin almost laughs because this is the most energetic Taehyung has been in a while. “JEON JUNGKOOK HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME?”

The youngest darts out of his seat at the speed of lighting and Jin has to physically hold Taehyung back.

“Look, Tae, you don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready, but maybe you should go talk to her,” Jin offers, and in an instant the latter quietens.

Namjoon walks up to the younger, always a soft spot for him, and pats his shoulder. “You know I want the best for you, Tae, but hear her out. We’re heading out in a couple days and you’ll feel better if you work it out before we leave.”

With some hesitation, Taehyung nods, and Hoseok takes that as his opportunity to usher him out the door, emphasizing how he and Jimin can take the time to air out their room.

A while later, Taehyung finds himself in front of your apartment, and when a knock doesn’t suffice in getting you to the door, he apologizes under his breath and unlocks it himself, suddenly feeling like an intruder in your space. He finds you in bed, a box of tissues by your pillow and it looks like you were going through an old photo album of the two of you, neatly placed on your desk amidst all the chaos in your room. He flips through some of the pages, silently thankful for all the times Jimin insisted on third wheeling, and all the times Yoongi quietly captured those moments in the background. He sits down by the edge of your bed and his fingers instinctively go to move the hair out of your face.

The motion is enough to wake you from your troubled slumber, and when you awake to see Taehyung petting you like you’re still the most precious thing in the world, you all but lose it.

Taehyung sees the corner of your mouth turn downwards before he sees the glint in your eyes, warning of another batch of tears. After all this, he still can’t stand the sight of you crying so he coos “don’t cry …” and runs his hand through your hair once more.

You ignore him, throw the covers to the side and unashamedly climb onto his lap. “I’m so sorry, Tae,” you mumble into his chest.

He rubs your back, falls back onto the bed so he can hold you better, but he doesn’t forgive you, not yet.

You were expecting this, yet it failed to numb the blow because you’re here with the boy whose heart you broke and every apology seems inadequate. You push yourself up, and ask, “why are you here?”

“To see you,” he replies. “To talk … to listen.” he gives, thumbs massaging your hips.

You hold back a sob; the magnitude of the moment weighing down on your shoulders because you’re aware that the future of this relationship could very well depend on what you say next.

Taehyung seems to read your mind, like he always has, and says, “just talk to me, Y/N. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

You nod, and it takes a while, but eventually the words start forming on your tongue and you’re filling him in on all that’s been going on: the ex boyfriend who’d convinced you that a sharper jawline, a slimmer waist and thinner arms would’ve made you better, prettier; how happy you were when Taehyung came into your life and you started thinking otherwise. You told Taehyung that, after your last relationship, you vowed not to talk about yourself in terms of beauty, a sort of coping mechanism you’d unconsciously developed because if beauty matters, then maybe I don’t matter at all, and how seeing his insistence on making sure you knew you were pretty made you feel like you had to work harder to prove yourself. That was how you got back onto the scale and started taking more time in front of the mirror again, not thinking he’d notice since he wasn’t home most of the time.

That led you to now, head resting on his chest and damp blotches on his shirt from your tears.

Taehyung’s silent for a while, knowing that the waiting is gruesome but he wants to get his words right so he takes his time.

“Y/N,” he begins. “You’re still pretty to me, Y/N,” and he feels you stiffen at this, but hopes that what he says next will make it better. “But it’s not something superficial. You know when you meet someone, get to know them, and then their personality kind of becomes them?”

Taehyung feels you shake your head, and this is when he wishes he’s got his hyungs’ ways with words. “I’m saying,” he clarifies, “you look so pretty because I see you and I see how you treat other people, how you help the grandma down the hall bring her groceries up, how you send my parents texts and keep them updated because you know how much they mean to me, how you always give your change to that one homeless man down the block even though everybody else has stopped trying because you’re doing your best to respect him, that he’s an adult, he can do what he wants with the money and that stuff, it just makes you look so so good.”

He feels hot tears through his shirt again, but his worries are quickly subdued when he hears you mutter you’re so good to me into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, Tae,” you repeat once more. “For what I said. And for not telling you sooner.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Taehyung forgives easily, especially when it comes to you. “Will it still bother you if I call you pretty?”

“Well … Yeah. Habits are hard to change, you know?”
He nods. “Aright. Guess I’ll have to find something else.”

“ … Like what?”

Taehyung hums. “How 'bout,” he waits until you lift your eyes up in curiosity. “Drop dead gorgeous.”

No,” you groan.

He chuckles. “I’ll keep thinking, then.”

From: Taehyung

What’s cookin’ good lookin’?

To: Taehyung


From: Taehyung

What’s shakin’, bacon?

To: Taehyung


From: Taehyung

Lookin’ clean, jellybean ;)

From: Taehyung

… Did you have to send that to everyone. Jungkook is still laughing at me.

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Hey, long time no see! Sorry for inactivity, I have tons and tons of work because I’m finishing school and choosing where to go next qwq It’s crazy, exhausting and stressful, and I can’t wait to get back to drawing in summer;; I still found some time to watch Steven Universe and I just had to draw Blue Diamond, I like her so so much ;w;