i just thought this would be neat

Earth is basically a fantasy world with an overzealous writer

Writer: “Hey, can I show you my new fantasy world?” 

Editor: “Sure, let me take a look…” 

Writer: “Thanks! I’d love to know what you think.” 

Editor: “Wait, I’m confused. Where’s the habitable zone? It looks like you’ve got lifeforms covering the entire planet.” 

Writer: “Oh right, so this is cool. The idea is that this world actually rotates as it orbits its nearby star, so instead of having a dark side and a light side with a habitable zone in the middle, both sides go through a constant light/dark cycle, making it so the whole planet is a habitable zone! Neat, huh?” 

Editor: “Huh, that’s… an interesting idea. But, it looks like you’ve got animals and cultures in different climates too. How does that work if the whole world is being evenly heated rotisserie-style?” 

Writer: “I’m glad you asked! See, the rotation of this world actually spins on a kind of tilted axis that oscillates back and forth. This makes the heating more even towards the middle, while the top and the bottom have more extreme climate fluctuations.” 

Editor: “I gotta be honest, this whole climate system seems needlessly complicated. Plus, you’ve got populations living thousands of miles inland. Do you realize that keeping everything hydrated would take an impossible amount of irrigation resources?” 

Writer: “Yeah, yeah! I thought of that too! It works because the air on this world is full of invisible dust particles, so when water evaporates there it condensates on the dust and accumulates into these HUGE floating bodies of water, which drift around everywhere and-” 

Editor: “Stop, just stop, OK? Look, using one or two of these ideas could be neat, but nobody’s going to take you seriously if you keep cramming in more and more crazy stuff like this. You need to tone it down a bit.” 

Writer: “…” 

Writer: “So can I tell you about the cool magnetic force field?” 

Editor: *sigh* 

analytic-chaoticism  asked:

Hey Jack. You haven't (?) seen (?) my post, which is chill because God knows the tag is busy (or maybe you just weren't feeling it I dunno) but I still wanted to recommend you play Hiveswap Act 1. It's beautiful and funny and the music is killer (with Toby leading nobody's surprised) and I think it would be right up your alley in writing and humour. It's more of a visual novel (so you can do voices!), not too long either, and it's cheap, so it would be a good short series to consider. Thanks!

Literally just recorded the first episode! The game is fantastic!!

Should also mention that I know next to nothing about Hiveswap OR Homestuck but a LOT of people had been recommending it, while I was playing Undertale too, so I thought I’d give it a shot cos it looked really neat. 

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FINALLY! It is done! To be honest, this might have been my most time consuming project as of now! It was so much fun, though! I’m a little late to this - started this around PAX when the Anti appearance was a thing. 

I know that Jack said these two will most likely never meet for Anti related reasons, but I mean, a drawn universe is alright, right? rIGHT?

Anyway! I based the Anti in this one on the one I drew a few months back, which is why he’s now missing his eye. I tried something new with Sam, drew Dark for the first time in my life (I’m very sorry) and a little Tiny Box Grim being angry on his shoulder! If you look closely, you’ll be able to see that lil’ rectangular thingy in Anti’s pocket. A phone with Jack trapped inside?? I don’t know. I thought it would be a neat idea if he was able to switch places with Jack as long as he has a ‘container’ to put his consciousness in, which would be an electronic device - a phone. Wee. :D

But trust me I can draw nice things, too. Like happy and all. I’m just incredibly obsessed with both of these characters because they honestly have a lot of potential! Gosh, I want to edit and draw so much more. gNARF.

But’cha! I wanted to thank Jack and Mark for inspiring me so much and their amazing, heartwarming communities for being so welcoming and nice to me. I’m having the time of my life in relation to motivation at the moment and I want to use that energy for good!

With that being said; I’m having two more weeks before my finals which means I have lots of time to create things! Let’s go! :D 

Proudz!

@therealjacksepticeye @markiplier 

I’ve never noticed this before (engineers hand)

I don’t know if anyone has made a post about this before but I think its a pretty cool detail.

I was recently rereading tf2 comic 6 when I noticed something I found kind of cool. Well, we all know that Engineer is either missing a hand in game or covers it with a glove. however, in the last few panels of the comic we can clearly see him with two hands even though he could be BLU engineer and not RED engineer. o upon closer inspection I noticed lines along his forearm where the hand would normally be missing.

I first thought it was just a one panel thing until I noticed it recurring in several other panels which is pretty cool. It looks like it could either be a prosthetic or he reattached his hand. Either way I think this is an interesting detail.

These comics never cease to amaze me.

Random One Line Prompts

- “You made me cookies?”
- “Everything we stand for ment nothing after all.”
- “You stole what?”
- “You aren’t pathetic.”
- “A dragon ate your homework?”
- “I was suppose die you dumb ass!”
- “You looked at me differently.”
- “You work at a zoo now? Neat.”
- “I’m being dead serious. I’m a vampire.”
- “I’m not pregnant!”
- “So instead of being normal, you started a revolution?”
- “You found a child?”
- “Oh c'mon you would have murdered that guy too.”
- “The stars are pretty tonight, aren’t they?”
- “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
- “You never did understand the concept of being wrong.”
- “So wait- hold up- you’re a mermaid?”
- “I thought you were dead!”
- “I know you love me and all but stop threatening the doctor.”
- “How. THE FUCK. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
- “Did you just? You just- oh my god!”
- “Everywhere I go there is this crow! I’m telling you!”
- “ You fell in love with a vampire prince and didn’t bother to tell me?”
- “I shit you not.”
- “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
- “My man, I am high as a kite right now.”
- “You aren’t leaving here without telling me who hurt you so I can take out a can of whoop ass and unleash it on their ass!”
- “You just kissed me.”
- “But you hate avocados.”
- “I may be a vampire but I am a vampire of the sun, not the moon.”
- “Hold up- just stop- just- what are you actually doing? It’s 2 AM!”

anonymous asked:

hey thomas, you and dodie's cover of new york new york was so great! your voices blend together in a really neat way and i thought the style of the song really suited both of your voices. also, those harmonies were kickass! how long did the overall process of the song take (arranging, rehearsing, recording etc)?

Thank you!!!! She works BRILLIANTLY fast. I suggested the song THAT DAY, and she went to work learning the chords, figuring out the harmonies, the parts each of us would sing… and then the recording of it took maybe… 40 minutes?? And then she literally went STRAIGHT to the laptop and started editing. After that, it just took a few trips around the city to get the footage of the city life. I mean… that girl is amazing. Absolutely blown away.

The Signs as Horror Villains

Obviously, lists like these have been done to death (wink, wink) over the years, but I feel like giving my take on it. In honor of Halloween, 2017, here is my list of the zodiac signs as horror movie villains!

Aries: Chucky (Child’s Play)  

The flaming red hair, the brutality of his murders, and the rage when he doesn’t get his way, all makes me think of Aries. Chucky is sort of petulant but in a charming way, and his temperamental attitude makes him an unpredictable force to be reckoned with. How can I not think of Aries?

Taurus: Leatherface (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Skinning someone’s face off and wearing it seems like something a Taurus would do, what can I say?

Gemini: Pennywise the Dancing Clown (It

We all know Geminis are clowns, so this was an obvious choice. Pennywise is a sadistic creature that trolls the ever-loving-fuck out of his victims, and I think that pretty much encapsulates what a Gemini horror villain would be like. 

Cancer: Norman Bates (Psycho)

Okay, honestly, this was a really hard choice for me. I was contemplating both Norman Bates and Jason Voorhees to be Cancer on this list, as I truly think both are total Cancers, but I decided to go with Bates because I think he represents the archetype of Cancer slightly more. Bates is a complete mama’s boy and his love for her borders on creepy sexual innuendo. Throughout his life, he’s had a strong feminine side and has always had, let’s say, a complicated relationship with women, which reminds me of a lot of the Cancer men I know (not like they murder women as far as I know, but you get my meaning).  

Leo: Jack Torrance (The Shining)

You can’t deny Jack has an affinity for dramatic displays of insanity. His most memorable line is when he’s hacking down a door with an ax, then sticks his head in the broken-down door and yells, “HEEEEEEREE’S JOHNNY!!” I mean, come on. Leo all day. 

Virgo: Jigsaw (Saw

The well thought out puzzles and the detail Jigsaw put into his whole operation is something I can only see a Virgo accomplishing. The victims of Jigsaw were chosen based on what was deemed to be immoral acts perpetrated by said victims, and who else would have such a sense of moral authority to execute mass murder other than a Virgo?

Libra: Candyman (Candyman)

Candyman is a vengeful spirit that comes back to even the score of his brutal murder hundreds of years prior during the years of slavery. Despite his warped reasoning for doing so, his quest for revenge is an attempt to rectify the injustice he faced, and a lot of the times hurt Libras can use “an eye for an eye” reasoning to justify their internal need for fairness. Candyman most fits that archetype, and his misguided views of his murders make him truly scary. 

Scorpio: Hannibal Lecter (The Silence of the Lambs)

A charming sociopath who is irritably elusive and hard to read? Yeah, Hannibal Lecter is probably a Scorpio. Lecter is a brilliant psychiatrist who, despite being a murderer, is also ironically conscious of social mores. He’s sophisticated and an impeccable manipulator, but also has cute side-hobbies such as painting. So multitalented! Oh, and if you insult anyone he cares about, you’re basically signing your death certificate. 

Sagittarius: Ghostface (Scream)  

Ghostface can barely be taken seriously, really, but it’s sort of part of his appeal. Just like Sagittariuses! 

Capricorn: Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Patrick Bateman works on Wall Street and is obsessed with maintaining and accumulating money and living his lavish, pristine lifestyle. I mean, right off the bat that is Capricorn, lol. Bateman murders men and women and does various other gross, obscene shit that I don’t particularly want to write out, oh—and, he’s a rude asshole to add the cherry on top. Total Capricorn. 

Aquarius: Pinhead (Hellraiser)

A highly intelligent sadomasochist who is basically an alien, Pinhead is sort of robotic and conveys a pure Aquarius to me. He has pins in his head because not having pins in his head would be too mainstream, and he leads a creepy cult that condemns people to eternal suffering. Sounds neat. 

Pisces: Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)

Freddy Krueger’s modus operandi of killing people in their dreams has a distinct Neptunian feel that I just can’t shake. Krueger is a complete freak, and to be honest, I always thought that Pisces people were weird. 

dan vs phil golf with friends: a summary

platonic biffles wear matchy matchy golf hats

tiger lester

phil admires dan’s ball skills (“that was sexy wasn’t it”)

dan has powerful balls

phil has fondness for odd numbers

phil has blown a ball before

“big boy golf”

dan has a kink of people carrying his things

phil likes to “plan a whack”

the return of ‘we don’t have any other friends’

stalker butterfly

dan bites his tongue swear wise

“channel your inner golf”

phil’s sound effects are truly underrated

dan’s sarcastic applause

dan broke his swearing filter with wank and shit

“that was neat”

“phil you need to stop saying hole in one”

“i guess god hates you” (actually dan think back to the pokemon go vid u hypocrite)

britney spears parody

“that mole would get twatted into the floor”

“call me king of life”

i just realised phil looks like a sailor with his hat and i feel warm

dan bounces off course again and again

phil lester said spank we must alert the church elders

“team phil”

dan thought he’d got the hang of the hole but failed and went backwards

totally non-competitive bants

“don’t even look at me”

dan’s little laugh when he wins a hole

“hole thirteen, unlucky for some but not for philly” phil validates my birth date i’m counting it as a notice

phil’s motivational speech

“katniss is going to come and attack you”

dan tried to fuck up phil’s chances but it backfired

“phil that’s not straight”

“oh no phil, what a floppy ding dong”

dan’s eagle impression

“stop stroking my ball” - dan howell 2k17

“go log power”

“watch me perfectly bounce this up the crack”

“you were so far from the crack”

“you’re so silly!”

the obligatory ribena sip

“wank wank fuck shit”

“ooh, who’s your golf dad”

“i’m going to throw myself out the window”

“the game gets quit”

dan hacked the game and succeeded when he should’ve failed

“you can do it phil, i believe in you”

dan sings when he tastes victory

cocky baby blows raspberry at tolerant biffle

squishy dan face skin

“get the board hoe”

“what’s next, lester family trivia? i bet you’d lose that somehow”

good game sportsmanship handshake can’t wait for the handshake fic

“let’s go have a beer and talk about politics”

“see you on the green, crazies”

danisnotacaddylad

AmazingPutt

I find it fascinating that Darkiplier gave us four choices that were actually only one. Yeah, he said he was giving us more choice than Mark ever would, but why when he had just said he was tired of giving people choices? But that’s why there was only one real choice.

The rest of them are commands for the viewer. “Don’t blink. Don’t move. Relax.” These weren’t just glimpses at past Darkiplier moments, these were his climb to the top, before Mark shut him down and made him a promise that he could come back one day. But, Mark never anticipated Dark coming back on his own. Maybe he didn’t think he could.

I dunno. I just thought it was neat the way the “choice” was set up here.

˻ starry starry rp prompts ˺

→ for when you feel that space feel. ☆

STARTERS:

  • Hey, look - a shooting star!
  • We’re gonna miss the meteor shower, come on and hurry up!
  • Maybe it’s just the moon and the stars above us and all, but you look really nice tonight. Like, more than usual.
  • Hey… Do you think aliens exist?
  • I just noticed this tonight, but your freckles sort of remind me of the stars… You probably get that a lot.
  • Aren’t you an astrologer? Do you get to go to space?
  • That’s the Taurus constellation right there, and that’s the Big Dipper…
  • Dammit, I forgot my camera!
  • Phew, it’s pretty cold out tonight…
  • This is a pretty neat first date, star gazing. Didn’t know you could be so romantic…
  • Did your bring your telescope? I wanna see them clearer.
  • I thought this would be kinda boring at first, not gonna lie, but this is actually pretty fun.

PROMPTS:

  • Send  for our muses to have a picnic under the stars.
  • Send  for my muse knock on your muse’s window in the middle of the night. (Bonus: my muse uses a rock and accidentally breaks your muse’s window.)
  • Send  for an alternate universe wherein my muse comes from another alien planet who accidentally somehow bump into yours.
  • Send  for our muses to go to the beach late at night to stargaze.
Killer - Part 3

This is just really quick and really short. Don’t worry it’s not the end! I have no idea when I will be able to post next. Hope you like it! Let me know what you think should happen next!

Killer - Part 2


The boys come back from the zoo several hours later. Conner had decided to go back to the Titans so he could watch over the younger heroes in Tim’s absence.

“Kon says that he loves you and that he’ll support you. He’s sorry that he couldn’t tell you himself, but …” Tim shrugs.

“Thanks, Timmy. I’ll have to make a trip to the Tower soon. I’m sure the kids could use a homecooked meal”

Tim’s whole face brightens, “You should come live at the Tower! Damian is supposed to join the Titans soon, Dick’s always there to visit Kori, and I’m there too!”

“Yes, your presence would greatly improve my stay there, Ummi. It might make the presence of the others tolerable”

Jason’s been surprisingly quiet through Tim’s suggestion, “Jay, what do you think?”

“I’m not allowed at the Tower, Mom. Was dubbed a bad influence to the younger generation”

“That was years ago, Littlewing!” Dick slings an arm around Jason’s shoulders, “You don’t kill anymore, and it’ll be good for the kids to have a marksman to help teach them”

“Alfred can come too!”

Said man chuckles, “I believe that it would be good for me to spend weekends away from the Manor. I cannot completely abandon Master Bruce, so weekends will be the only times I am available”

“I’m sure the kids would take any time you could give them, Alfie. However,” You glance over at your two oldest sons, “I can’t have you just abandoning your father. Tim and Damian are scheduled to stay full time with the Titans, but I need you two to still keep an eye on Gotham and Bludhaven.”

Jason rolls his eyes, and gets a smack on the back of the head for it, “We’re not gonna just leave Gotham, mom. B will still have backup if he needs us for a big case. Steph and Cass are planning to come back to Gotham anyway, they’ll be able to help B. And with his track record, he’ll just find another kid to take up the Robin mantle”

“Yeah, I sure in hell hope not. Your father has never been the best at actually raising you kids. He’s damn good at training you to fight and do detective work, but he’s a little … emotionally stunted”

That sends Dick, Tim, and Jason into a fit of laughter and manages to make Damian crack a smile. “You can say that again!”

“Now that we’ve all had a good laugh, how about we order some pizzas, watch a few movies, and then head to bed?”

“Sounds like a plan” Dick grabs a pen, “What does everyone want?”

Amidst the shouting of pizza orders, you quietly pull Alfred aside, “I’ve made my decision, I can’t do it. I hope you aren’t mad at me, but this just isn’t something I can do”

Alfred smiles, “I understand, you know that I will support you”

“When the boys fall asleep I’ll head to the Manor, if they wake up will you -”

“I’ll tell them that you went out for a walk”

“Thanks. Now come on, if we don’t get out there Dick will forget to get you extra cheesy bread”

Getting into the Manor undetected is easy without a hypervigilant butler to stop you. Bruce is already in the cave, probably out on Patrol still, so you know you won’t be interrupted.

Titus and Alfred the cat follow you as you make your way around the Manor, picking up a few of Jason’s books, Damian’s swords, Tim’s laptop, and Dick’s cereal. Steeling yourself you make your way up to the master bedroom, “He hasn’t even been in here, has he?” Titus just huffs.

Everything is exactly as you left it, the bed sheets still rumpled, a pair of sweat pants tossed on the floor, even your phone is untouched. Making a quick loop around the room, you stuff everything you’ll need into a duffle bag. With trembling hands, you write out a quick note and lay it on Bruce’s pillow, right on top of a neat stack of papers that were signed and notified earlier that day.

Bruce hasn’t left the Cave in almost a week. He’s barely slept, only managing to grab a few hours here and there on a cot that’s in the Cave. He doesn’t have Alfred or Y/N to drag him upstairs into an actual bed to rest, or to eat.

When he finally does manage to make it upstairs, the Manor is ominously quiet. Like the Manor itself knows that something has changed with its inhabitants.

Bruce makes his way upstairs, and to his bedroom. He takes a quick shower, and flops down on the bed. His head lands directly on top of a stack of papers, and a note that’s written in undeniably familiar handwriting.

Bruce,

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that things have turned out this way, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t forgive you for throwing me in jail like that, for being more Batman than my husband. I married you because I loved you, and I still love you. You made a choice that night, you chose to be Batman instead of Bruce.

I signed for the divorce, Alfred said that you’ve had the papers written up for years. I already gave it to my lawyer and he had it notarized. You had already signed the papers so there wasn’t any need for you to be there. Alfred is staying with me for a little while, just until I leave Gotham. The boys are also staying with me.

I wanted to forgive you, Bruce. I know that I broke a promise to you, and I’m sorry for that, but you wouldn’t listen. You wouldn’t listen and you threw me in jail like I was just another piece of Gotham trash. Don’t take your anger out on Alfred or the kids. Take care of yourself, B.

I’ll always love you,

Y/N

Bruce reads the note again and again, trying to make his tired mind comprehend what he was reading. Of all the outcomes he had thought of, he’d never thought that Y/N would sign for a divorce, maybe a separation, but not a divorce.

He glances down as the papers, papers that he had written up as a contingency plan. Papers that Y/N had gotten ahold of and had signed. Life as he knew it, forever changed with her neat signature on the line beneath his own.

And for the first time in a long time, Bruce Wayne cried.


Killer - Part 4

I can’t get over the fact that Liam routinely compiles mixtapes for Ryder with pretty much every email, just because he thought they would like that sort of stuff

he just looks at episodes of Community and soaps and all sorts of media and thinks "this is some neat stuff! Let’s share it with Ryder!”

he’s such a sweetheart I love him

BTS REACTION | TO GETTING MATCHING SWEATERS

PRIVATE ANON REQUEST: BTS Reaction of their GF or S/O getting them matching sweaters as a couple?”

Jin:

Jin would have thought that it was adorable. He would have complimented you on how cute you guys were from time to time.

“Jagi, you’re so cute!”

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Namjoon:

Namjoon would have only matched if you guys also matched with his favorite red converses together. 

“Gorgeous, You have the best choice!”

Originally posted by slapmon

Yoongi:

Yoongi would act like he would hate it. He wouldn’t show it but inside he loved to do couple things with you. 

“Jagi, You know I don’t like these things!”

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Hoseok:

This boy is all about couple goals. He loves matching with you since he wants to show you off.

“Ohh, Jagi, I love these things.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin:

Jimin would have thought it was cute. He would shyly smile at you and giggle. When you guys tried it on, he was too shy.

*Gets shy to show you* “You’re so cute.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Taehyung:

Just like Hoseok, Taehyung loves to do couple thing. He would want to take a bunch of blurry selfies and cuddle you.

“Jagii, This is ADORABLE!” *Gives kisses every minutes*

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Jungkook:

Jungkook would have loved the idea. He would have hugged you every once in a while. Just like Taehyung, he would have taken *neat* selfies.

“Jagiya, Thank you so much!”

Originally posted by nochuie

luanna801  asked:

So, interesting thing: I've seen you and other posters talk about how Shiro has to close his eyes and compose himself for a minute before he sends Keith into the Galra base. But I was rewatching BoM today, and I noticed that Keith does exactly the same thing before he says "Shiro, you're like a brother to me, but I have to do this." And in both cases they're trying to steel themselves to do something they don't want to, and not let their feelings for each other interfere with the larger goal.

Oh yes yes, you’re definitely right, that’s a good point!! I noticed it too on one of my rewatches. 

Personally I think the reason why people point out Shiro’s instance more is because the pause seems like longer and more deliberate somehow?? It’s also easier to illustrate if you just like compare Netflix’s subtitles between the two. For Shiro, you can see the spacing of his words right there on the screen. But ya, Keith does it too! And I think if you look at the way Keith delivers this line, he definitely looks torn apart about everything; I think it’s possible what he said was in a way kind of shoving down personal desires–as lines like “desperate” would suggest–in order to try and say whatever he thought would make Shiro stay. 

Actually, this reminds me. @kcgane has a really neat meta about Keith closing his eyes to concentrate, because it’s something he seems to do a lot to center himself and focus. And as kcgane pointed out, it’s especially apparent when he’s internalizing the whole Patience yields focus thing. So maybe this was another habit he picked up from Shiro, a kind of grounding tactic to help stay calm?

Essays in Existentialism: Footy III

The morning was still muggy. August was unrelenting, not bothering to provide any sort of relief to the sweating city. The doors all swelled and creeked, while humid air did its damndest to infiltrate cold rooms and shops. Even before the sun came up, the sizzle in the streets was stifling and suffocating.

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First Class (M)

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Genre: Smut
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

A/N: Nothing to really say, found some inspiration to write…kinda. I might continue this one, I don’t know!

-Admin Moon


My tablet died…just what I needed in the airport while waiting for my flight. With my only source of entertainment succumbing to the low battery, my gaze went to the other passengers sitting at the gate. Most of the commuters travelling to Atlanta with me were slumped over, some just as bored as I was. At least we only had another hour to go and we would be on our way. The flight from Los Angeles was only three and a half hours and then I would be home. It was nice visiting my family, but there were only so many days I could spend with my siblings…. before I remembered why I had moved away in the first place.

My gaze fell on a man sitting a few rows of chairs in front of me. Not for any other reason except he was staring back at me. Even when I caught him he didn’t look away, holding my gaze long enough to make me feel awkward. I looked away abashedly, embarrassed to be caught staring, too. Clearly he didn’t have the same problem. I kept my gaze moving but it kept flicking back to him pulled like a magnet.

He was gorgeous, light brown hair and brown eyes that shined. He had the presence of someone powerful, someone not afraid to take what they wanted, and he was looking my way like he wanted to own me. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as I pictured those powerful tan arms around my dark skin. His strong hands gripping my round ass, those pink lips on my generous breast. We would be beautiful together. At least thinking filthy thoughts helped the time to pass. The scene playing out in my head was far better than anything I could call up on my tablet.

The flight was called just as I was getting hot and bothered. We formed a neat line and filed onto the plane. I had to trudge all the way to the back of the plane seated firmly. Economy was full and noisy as we took off. As much as everyone told me the steel bird was safe, I never truly believed it. We were up in the air, where anything could happen. It wasn’t like we could pull off the road and fix something broken. There was only one way down with a plane.

I gripped the seat arms and tried to calm my racing heart. It didn’t help having a kid kicking my seat from behind. If I could let go of the seat, I would turn around and show him some manners.

“Excuse me, Ma’am,” the slight flight attendant said as she leaned over the guy next to me. “Yes?” I managed to choke out through some hyperventilating. “You’ve been upgraded. If you would like to come with me, I’ll show you to your new seat.” Upgraded? That had never happened to me before. The excitement of being upgraded momentarily overshadowed my deep seated fear of flying as I got up to follow the woman. I wasn’t going to miss out on a better seat for the flight. I was led through Business Class and went straight to First Class. It was like stepping into a whole other world. The seats were bigger and everyone was quiet. No screaming kids, no seats designed for skinny girls, and… they had free champagne here? First Class was officially Heaven.

“This is your new seat. Enjoy your flight.” The attendant gave me a kind smile as she gestured to my seat and hurried off in the opposite direction. My bag slid easily into the overhead compartment before I took my seat and buckled up. My ass fit so much better into these seats, my legs had plenty of room, and there was no one to kick my seat. “Welcome aboard.” The male voice startled my already frayed nerves. My head snapped around to see the man from the waiting area beside me. He was even more gorgeous up close. My stomach did a little back flip taking him all in. Those brown eyes were mesmerizing, it was like they could see right through me. “I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of upgrading you,” he continued. He was still talking and all I could do was stare at him. “A beautiful woman like yourself deserves some luxury.”

“I…umm…thank you,” I stammered. “Wait… you did this?”

“You can return to your old seat if you wish.” His voice was like silk, washing over me like liquid. “No, no. This is just fine.” He settled back into his seat and turned his eyes back to his laptop. On the screen were spreadsheets with enough numbers to make me dizzy. I should have let him get back to work and enjoy the free champagne. But I wasn’t good at doing the sensible thing. “My name is Y/N,” I said. He didn’t take his eyes from the screen. “Namjoon.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Do you live in Atlanta or are you going there for business?” My mother always told me I asked too many questions. For some reason I couldn’t seem to control myself now. “I live there.” I really wished he would look at me again so I could catch another glimpse of those eyes. It was selfish of his laptop to take up all his attention. I had visions of closing it on him. My mouth continued its flapping. “I call Atlanta home, too. I used to live in Pasadena until I escaped with the excuse of going to college. I never went back, even though I graduated last year.”

Nothing. “Have you lived there long?” Finally, he turned his attention back to me. Instead of the annoyance I expected, there was amusement in his eyes. “All my life. Tell me something, Y/N, do you fly often?”

“No, I hate it. Does it show?” I asked shyly. I didn’t realize my fear had been so obvious. “A little.” He chuckled, just a bit. It was the sexiest sound in the world. The look in his eye suddenly came alive with fire. “I’ve heard there’s a cure for aviophobia.”

“Oh?” If there was a way to be comfortable with flying, I wanted to hear about it. I hated the fear and terror the big, giant bird inflicted on me. Namjoon leaned in closer so he was whispering in my ear. “Sex.” That wasn’t what I was expecting. Maybe hypnosis, maybe sleeping pills, but definitely not joining the mile high club. I laughed, trying to rid myself of the goosebumps he caused. “Are you offering?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Was he serious? It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone. I wasn’t the adventurous, one-night-stand type of girl. My few sexual experiences had been with my boyfriends and only then after observing the three month rule and the family approval test. But this guy, he was smoking hot. He had more effect on my body in the small time we’d known each other than any of my previous boyfriend’s. But… he wasn’t serious, was he? I giggled away his comment. “Yeah, right.” He closed his laptop lid with a decisive thud. “The bathroom in First Class is very generous.”

He slid the laptop into the seat pocket and twisted his body around to face mine. The next thing I knew, his hand was on my knee. His skin looked golden against mine. “I want you, Y/N.” Namjoon whispered. His breath on my ear sent shudders through me.

My breathing quickened as my mind raced. “But we don’t know each other,” I argued. The sensible in me was still fighting a battle against doing something so stupid. “I know I want you and I always get what I want.” His voice was so commanding, I found myself wanting to do whatever he said. I wanted to be commanded and ordered about. As long as he told me what to do with his hands as well as his lips, I would do it. I found myself nodding as the sensible voice was completely drowned out. I really was going to have sex with a stranger in a plane. It was really happening.

We stood and Namjoon placed a guiding hand on my back. He gently pushed me forward until we reached the restroom. He opened the door and we stepped inside like it was the most normal thing in the world. He wasn’t kidding about the First Class bathroom. It was much roomier than the tiny one in Economy but still squishy with two people. These things were designed for one person and one person only. Namjoon spun me around to face him only a second before his lips pressed onto mine. They owned me. My mouth parted to let his tongue in. He lapped and licked, our tongues mingling together like they had done this a million times before. His hands slid around my body until they found my butt cheeks. He squeezed them, making me wet with anticipation.

This wasn’t going to be a romantic encounter, it was going to be a quick fuck and I was completely fine with that. I reached for his black pants, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He was wearing boxers underneath…somehow, I expected him to be commando. He was full of surprises. Namjoon tugged at my top until I held my arms up. He pulled it off over my head, exposing my bra. I clearly didn’t dress for sex or for anyone to see my underwear. He made swift work of my bra strap, disposing of the garment like it was nothing. My breast sprung free in all their glory.

His hands pulled at my breast, gripping one and placing it into his mouth. My head arched backwards as the waves of pleasure washed through me. His tongue traced circles around my nipple before he sucked like his life depending on it. I imagined those same lips around my pussy, sucking like that. My clit pulsed down below, demanding as much attention as my Breast. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right at that moment. “Feeling better yet, princess?” Namjoon asked, keeping his voice down. “You have no idea,” I moaned in reply. He should not have been using his mouth to talk, he needed to be using it for much more pleasurable means.

His lips found their way to my neck, suckling on the sensitive skin before making his way back to my mouth. His hands made light work of my skirt, pulling it upwards so he could tug at my panties. I suddenly regretted the panties I had chosen because they matched the bra. They didn’t exactly scream ‘fuck me’. Namjoon pushed my panties down until they reached my knees. It was about as far as he could reach in the tiny restroom. We needed to be quick in case someone noticed us enter together. God, I hoped not. I could not sit amongst them all out there if they knew what we were doing right now. I wasn’t that kind of girl. Well, I guess maybe I was now. I was quickly pulled from my silent panic by Namjoon’s fingers plunging into my folds. He found my pussy and didn’t hesitate in sliding between my lips.

His hands were soft but they were powerful, and there was no question in his moves. He was doing whatever he wanted and was not going to accept any arguments. Not that I was arguing. I relaxed into his grip, letting the pleasant pulses run over my clit. His fingers slid up and down, breaking up the rhythm with a rub to my clit before delving lower again. I could take that kind of treatment for the rest of the flight. “You’re wet, princess, ” he whispered. There were too many endorphins spinning me into a happy daze for me to reply. His lips were determined to kiss every part of me while his hands focused on my pussy. It wouldn’t be long before I was going to come and I didn’t want to be selfish.

I managed to find the strength to grab at his boxers and push them down, careful not to hook his erection in the process. His cock was impressive, to say the least. My previous boyfriends had been well hung, but Namjoon blew them all out of the water. He was massively hard with pre-cum dripping from the tip. I circled his cock’s head with my thumb, spreading the moisture all around before sliding my hand up and down his shaft. My skin looked even darker against his tan. I loved the stark contrast between us. Namjoon moaned as his shaft grew even harder under my gentle touch. I wanted him inside me, sliding in and out as our bodies dancing together.

Just the thought sent a new wave of wetness from my pussy. He slid a finger inside me, making me rock back from the sudden motion. He took the opportunity to insert another one. His fingers were fucking me, sending me into oblivion. My pussy contracted around him as the orgasm took over. I bit my lip to stop myself screaming out. I had never had a man touch me so intimately before, let alone a stranger, but I couldn’t get enough. His thumb circled my nub, drawing out my pleasure for all it was worth. I didn’t realize I was squeezing his cock in my ecstasy. When I opened my eyes, he was trying to hold himself together. I’m not sure either of us were achieving that goal. I pried my fingers away from around him. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re so gorgeous when you come. I need to have you now.” He took his hands back, the loss sudden. My clit cried out for his hands to return their relentless pillaging. But I was in for a treat with his cock, my pussy wouldn’t be left bereft for long. Namjoon pulled me closer so our bodies were pressed against one another. The only clothing remaining on me was my skirt and that was covering next to nothing. He was still wearing his white business shirt with his pants and boxers around his knees. I had to perch my ass on the tiny sink ledge so we could fit together properly in the small space.

Namjoon held me above his cock, teasing me with it. “You ready for this?” he asked. I nodded eagerly, anything he wanted to give me, I was ready and willing to take. If it involved that glorious piece of his manhood, then sign me up. Now. He slid my panties from my knees and they disappeared into his pocket. If he noticed the garish color, he never said anything. My legs were finally free to wrap around his waist as I pulled him closer. We needed to get this over and done with before the seatbelt sign was switched on and we would be evacuated from the restroom. His cock head peeked into my pussy, a glimpse of what was to come. I pushed forward, making it clear I was ready for our coupling and I wanted it now. Namjoon slowly plunged into me. I took him inch by delicious inch. He moved me around so I could take all of him, stretching to make sure I did.

Sudden turbulence made my stomach flip. I gasped as I held onto him tighter. My hands gripped his back, my fingernails digging into his skin. Pushing my fear aside, I focused on the man between my legs. If the plane was going to go down, then I was going to enjoy my last moments with delight. One of his hands held onto my ass while the other snaked between us. His commanding fingers brushed over my clit before applying pressure to my nub. He caressed me there with the same rhythm as his thrusting. Between him and the turbulence, I was on sensation overdrive. Our bodies danced together with his hard thrusting. My fleshy breast bounced against his chiseled chest while Namjoon took me in.

His eyes never left my body as he watched what he was doing to me. I couldn’t make any sound so we didn’t get caught. One of the hardest things was keeping the scream inside while the orgasm built. He was too much for me, the whole experience ready to send me over the edge and plunging into pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, princess” Namjoon whispered against my shoulder. His thrusts increased in speed and intensity, I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer.It only took one more press on my clit for me to go barreling head first into the orgasmic wave.

My body washed with pleasure. My skin tingled as I closed my eyes and let the ecstasy take control over me. My clit throbbed with happiness and satisfaction as Namjoon continued his caressing. He came with me, his cock bursting with his fluid as he contracted inside me. I felt every part of him as he came undone and lost control.

I saw a completely different side to him. He was so collected in his seat and at the airport. Right now, in the restroom, he was a slave to his carnal desires. We both were. I milked his cock for all it was worth, writhing on him and drawing out my orgasm. It was a miracle we managed to stay quiet. Only fear of being caught kept my lips firmly closed. I never thought an airplane restroom could be so damn sexy before. Joining the mile high club was not on my bucket list, but it should have been. I would have ticked it off repeatedly.

My nipples were extra sensitive as they rubbed against Namjoon’s chest. His thrusts had calmed down to a gentle movement but each one still sent jolts of pleasure through me. It felt like I would never extinguish the fire within. His hand finally stilled on my clit, releasing me from his hold. I was sated but my heart was still racing from the encounter. I had never been so fully satisfied before. Namjoon pulled out of me and I felt the loss immediately. I wanted him back inside me, the emotion taking me by surprise. I’d only just met this man and I was missing his most intimate part already. The plane lurched without warning, making me lose all feeling in my stomach. The seatbelt sign flashed on with a ding overhead.

Namjoon quickly pulled his pants up, tucking himself in and dressing in no time flat. He reached into his pocket and fished out my pink panties. Instead of handing them to me, he helped pull them up my legs. I needed him to steady me when I climbed off my sink perch. He helped my panties into place and smoothed my skirt down. I slipped on my bra and clasped it myself while Namjoon helped me with my top. We were dressed in no time, but that still left the issue of leaving the restroom without being noticed. “You should go first and I’ll follow in a few minutes,” I offered.

The turbulence was freaking me out but the embarrassment would be worse. “No. We go together,” Namjoon said before opening the door. “It doesn’t matter who sees us. Let them for all I care.” He pulled me out of the restroom before I could protest. We walked down the aisle with every eye on us. Namjoon acted like he didn’t have a care in the world while I tried desperately not to make eye contact with any of them. Our seats came far too slowly as we slid into them. I buckled up tight, trying to rid myself of all fear and embarrassment. If the powerhouse of a man beside me felt anything other than satisfaction, he didn’t show it. The flight only got worse as we continued to barrel through the sky toward Atlanta. I concentrated on not freaking out but it wasn’t working. “Put the blanket over yourself,” Namjoon said as he leaned over.

I didn’t see how the blanket was going to help me get through the turbulence but I followed his instruction anyway. Saying no to him seemed more difficult than obeying. They didn’t even have blankets in Economy but the First Class ones were luxurious. I pulled it over my lap and up to my waist, giving Namjoon a look that I hoped said see? Doesn’t help. His gaze turned straight ahead as I went back to picturing my safe zone. I was on the beach, the waves lapping at my feet, seagulls cawed in the distance, and…Oh. Oh. Namjoon’s hand had snaked its way under the blanket and between my legs. His fingers had slipped under my panties and were sliding between my pussy lips.

I subtly opened my legs to give him better access which he took advantage of instantly. He stroked long and languid up and down my clit. If I titled my hips upwards just a little, he would be able to reach my entrance. I did, greedy to be fondled there, too. The pressure on my sweet spot was completely distracting me from the turbulence. All I could think of was my whole body as it blazed an inferno from his touches. I closed my eyes, trying to keep a handle on my slippery sense of control. The heat was pooling in my stomach and rising to the top. I desperately wanted to rub my nipples but didn’t dare.

The writhing I was doing from the caressing was enough to betray what was going on. Namjoon kept his eyes fixed forward and his expression neutral. If anyone glanced our way they wouldn’t give him a second look. Me, on the other hand… My chest heaved with my labored breathing. The man next to me was taking my breath away with his gentle caressing. His fingers teased my clit, rubbing the lips between them with expert movements. His hand suddenly slipped lower, peeking into my hole and testing my tightness. I whimpered, biting my lip so I didn’t beg him to finish me off. I quickly glanced at the people across the aisle from me. Thank God for headphones as they watched their consoles and listened intently to the in flight entertainment.

Namjoon went in further as I tipped my hips to greedily take him in. He held his finger there for a moment before easing in and out of me. I was still wet from our previous encounter and he was making the moisture situation even worse with his strokes. His expression never changed even though he must have known what he was doing to me. I was about to explode with intense desire as my clit throbbed with need. I was desperately trying to hold on but it wasn’t going to work for much longer. “Come for me,” Namjoon leaned in and whispered, his only indication that he acknowledged my presence. “I’m not going to stop until you do.” The thought of Namjoon doing this to me for the remaining hour of the flight was too much to think about. He could do it to me forever and I wouldn’t complain.

The intensity was too much. With his thumb rubbing my nub and all the nerves singing with happiness, I had to let go of my control. I clamped my mouth shut as the orgasm tore through me. My pussy clamped around his fingers determined to keep them there in a perpetual state of ecstasy. I had never been touched like this before and certainly never in such a public place. If it wasn’t for the blanket everyone would be getting an eyeful. The orgasm filled every part of me, turning my limbs into jelly. My toes curled and my fingers tingled while my head was light and dizzy. Namjoon stretched out my pleasure for as long as possible, making it difficult to think about anything other than his hand and all the wonderful treatment he was giving me. I started to calm down as his fingers stilled.

He kept his grip on my pussy and his one finger inside me. He held them there for the rest of the flight. Whenever the turbulence was particularly bad he started rubbing again, taking my mind off it. It was the best flight of my entire life. Namjoon never said a word to me, even as we landed. He just held me there, only taking his hand out of my panties when we were safely on the ground and the seatbelt sign was extinguished. I wasn’t sure if I could stand after all the attention. My knees were weak as I tried them out. “Thank you for the upgrade,” I said, the only thing I could thank him for while others were listening. “You‘re welcome.” He smirked, showcasing the dimples in his cheeks. “Wait for me when we get off the plane.” We filed out with all the others. With every step I took I wondered what he was going to say to me outside the plane. Should I thank him for giving me three amazing orgasms on the flight? Should I give him my number even though he probably wouldn’t want to see me again? I was in complete turmoil for the whole walk. I stopped in the arrivals hall and waited. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand on the small of my back. Namjoon guided me over to a discreet corner. Just looking at his light brown hair and brown eyes took my breath away.

He handed me a business card. “I have a position open in my company that I want you to accept. You start on Monday at nine.” I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening as I took the card. Kim Namjoon, CEO. Kim International. So he was the boss of his own company? I guessed sitting in First Class wasn’t a coincidence then. “How do you know I don’t already have a job?” I asked, only the start of all the questions I was ready to fire at him. “Do you?”

“No, but…” He held up a hand to stop me saying anything further. “I will see you on Monday, Y/N. The address is on the card. I expect you to be on time and dressed appropriately.”

“But… what’s the job?” He was making it very difficult to refuse him and my curiosity was peaked. I was tempted just to say goodbye and turn up on Monday just to see what he was talking about. Namjoon smirked again, the same satisfied look he gave me when I came on the plane. He was a man that liked being in full control and being the only one to know all the answers. I arched an eyebrow, refusing to let him leave without some more answers. He took a breath before answering. “Let’s just say you will be the director of office satisfaction.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’ll find out on Monday. When you show up.”

“And how do you know I’ll show up?” I asked him. Namjoon smirked at me, “We both know you’ll show up.”

“But you don’t know anything about me. Don’t you need to interview me or something?” Namjoon leaned in close, near enough to send a shiver down my spine. “I interviewed you on the flight. Congratulations on your appointment. See you Monday, don’t be late.” And just like that, he turned around and left me speechless. He quickly disappeared into the bustling airport crowd and was lost in the mass of bodies. I tucked the card into my bag and walked like a zombie to collect my luggage. Namjoon wasn’t anywhere in the terminal. I didn’t see him again before I left the airport. It was almost like he was a specter, not even real and only existing in my mind. Maybe I had made him up. But I did have a card and wet panties that proved he did existed.

The business card burned a hole in my bag all weekend long. It finally got the best of me on Sunday night. I pulled it out and studied every inch of it. Namjoon Kim, CEO. The situation needed some snooping. I typed his name into a search engine on my laptop and waited a whole two seconds for the results. Namjoon Kim wasn’t just a CEO, he was a very wealthy man from South Korea. He owned a string of companies, scattered around the world. Many of the pictures of him were at charity fundraisers with a model-type girl on his arm…sometimes several. He was a playboy and a billionaire. And he had spent a flight with his hand on my pussy, satisfying me like none other. The whole situation seemed bizarre and surreal. All I knew was that I had to turn up to his office at nine in the morning. Whatever the billionaire wanted me to do, I would do. He had me completely captured and I wasn’t about to turn down a job in this economy. I could hardly wait to see where it would take me.