i made these yesterday they were really good :)

Just a flower? (Jungkook Tattooartist!au)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: “Something small…a flower?”

Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )

A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!


“You’re such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you’ve never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”

“Leave me alone!” You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. “You’re supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life.” Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn’t get off your case about your so called ‘innocence’.

“I’m just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!” She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.

Do something spontaneous she says, you’ve done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.


You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink. 

“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.

Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.

“That’s it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.

“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.

“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I’m gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.


“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this….” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.

“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here. 

“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous. 

“You’re my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must’ve remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don’t you?” He finally put his finger on it.

“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.

“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.

“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.” 

“It was good by the way…” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you’re looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”

“Um, I don’t really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”

“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?” 

“I think so…” 

“Let me show you some work I’ve done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn’t concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”

“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren’t even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.

“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.

“It’s beautiful…really, really beautiful. You’re very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.

“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You’d look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.

“Appointments? More than one?” 

“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it’ll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You’ll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.

You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”

“Ok, I’ll see you then.”


With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?

“Jungkook? Hi- no, it’s not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn’t notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.

“That’s a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn’t trying to be.

“Thank you…um your tattoos, they’re really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite…it’s relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.

“Oh, yeah it’s…relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess…” 

“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I’ll give you full credit it’s just too good not to be used.” 

“Sure, I don’t mind, keep it. But it really isn’t that good, It’s just a flower…” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work.  “Shoot, I have to go, I’m gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond. 


After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this…” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion. 

“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.

“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It’s really happening…

“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I like it…” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.

“So, you just take off your top and bra and I’ll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest. 

“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.

“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.

“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big. 

“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.

“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Don’t be nervous baby girl, it’s not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren’t prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop. I can’t do it…” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry…do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you something different-”

“No, it’s not that…I-I Just don’t know what I’m doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn’t have a clue where this was coming from.

“I’m sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help…” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine…” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you. 

“If it’s not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.

“Of course it’s not you. It’s me.” You deadpanned.

“You? I don’t understand-”

“I’m not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don’t go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there’s not much to me…I’ve never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can’t…” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this…I should go…” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me…My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok…” 


A few weeks went by and you can say you’ve never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he’d steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he’d come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You’d rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that first appointment. He said he wasn’t bothered by it but you knew he’d like it if you’d eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you’d both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He’d ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.

Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook 

8:27 

morning 

good morning angel

morning lovely

r u still sleeping ?

9:03 

hey are u alive bby?

heyy

9:05 

if you r alv can u come by

can u come by the shop??? 

I’m coming to your room window with a rock if you don’t respond in 2 mins

“Huh..” You sighed.

It’s a saturday…dont make me go anywhr

pleaseee it wont tak long

fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.

You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in. 

“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must’ve been good. 

“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.

“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?…” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?…” 

“Yeah, I got it done  yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. 

“Jungkook, that’s really sweet…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.

“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt…you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.

“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you…”

“Ok, fine.”

“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren’t a panicking mess, you trusted him.

“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.

“A flower?…” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?

“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I’d-” 

“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I’m glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”  

You nodded. “it’s perfect.”

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 4

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You woke up to Harry kissing your forehead and instantly you realized your back hurt. You were slumped over on your side, twisted like a pretzel, and there was a sticky note stuck to your collarbone as your eyes fluttered open and you saw the hideous yellow thing there as if waiting to see if you remembered what was written on it.

“Hey there,” Harry chuckled, gingerly placing some of your papers and books aside so he could sit on the side of your bed. You groaned and sat up as your bones cracked muscles screamed for attention. Rubbing your desk, you opened your eyes fully to see Harry staring at you with a bemused expression, a mug of coffee in his hands.

You reached out for it and grabbed it from him without question as Harry sputtered, “No wait that’s not - yep, yeah okay yeah sure. Yeah that’s - go ahead. All for you.”

You gave him a half-hearted glare before slowly sipping his coffee, leaning back against your headboard and rubbing your forehead. “What time is it?”

“I figured I wouldn’t let you sleep past ten considering you’re usually up around six and I don’t really understand how regular sleep schedules go, but it’s ten now … so … just wanted to make sure you’re not dead.”

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Camouflage/ Spencer Reid Imagine

A/N: This is my first story that I’m actually putting on tumblr, wish me luck! I have no problem writing a part two if anyone requests it!

Summary: A work related road trip gets a little too hard.

Usually having a new case meant a quick flight across the states, but this time the case was only a couple hours away which only meant one thing, a road trip.

The team had been splitting up into two cars the past couple months just to help ease the tension between you and Spencer.

You two had been together for three years until a small disagreement turned into a massive fight. He insisted on having kids and that was something you just did not see yourself wanting. 


Hotchner pulled you aside to let you know JJ wouldn’t be able to make it on a count of coming down with the flu so there was really no reason in taking two cars.


Oh no. Three hours alone with the man you could barely look at?

Your face turned a little red hinting at being slightly scared mixed with nerves.

“It’ll be okay Y/N. We’ll all be there.” Hotch rested his hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you.

“Thanks Aaron.” You gave a half smile looking up at him and remained standing there until he returned to his desk.

You looked over at Spencer who was putting a couple books and crosswords into his bag for the road trip.

“This will certainly be something..” you mumbled to yourself.


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"I vote Y/N on driving first!” David shouted putting his bag into the trunk of the car.

"I second that notion, I could use some down time before we get into this mess.” Derek added on to David peering around the vehicle smirking at you.

Oh alright fine. But I get to play my music without complaints!” You yelled back laughing knowing they wouldn’t be very thrilled at that idea.

Emily laughed, “Oh I’m down for this road trip.”

Rossi rolled his eyes climbing into the back seat of the car, “Its a good thing I brought headphones.”

As you maneuvered into the drivers seat you couldn’t help but notice Spencer had crawled to the very back of the SUV. He looked like someone had taken the life right out of him, your heart dropped a little realizing it was most likely you who did that.

Morgan had called shot gun during the meeting earlier so you were expecting criticism on your driving the entire way there, but you needed something to distract you anyway.


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About an hour into the trip, you noticed David and Emily were completely passed out in the second row. Spencer had headphones in as well as Morgan so you figured it was safe to use the aux.

You scrolled through your thousands of songs on your phone not having a clue what to listen to.

One Direction? No, too girly. The Weekend? No, too upbeat for the two sleeping.

Some Selena Gomez seemed like the only thing to really fit the mood. You felt like a teenager listening to her but couldn’t help yourself.


You pressed play on the song and sat your phone down on your lap. Your leggings were so thin that you could feel how cold your phone was.


dead end streets and boulevards you threw in the towel, I broke your heart

No one seemed fazed by the sudden music in the car as you started to mouth the words.

Spencer hadn’t actually had music playing in his headphones but rather just had them in so no one would talk to him. Except no one was talking, it was actually very quiet until you began playing music. He started secretly listening while reading his book.


who would’ve thought you’d feel so cold and all these memories seem so old to think you were my everything

Spencer looked up at you driving while hearing the lyrics in this song. He’d never heard this song before but remembered how you’d sometimes use music to relate to whatever you were feeling.


remember when we’d talk all night but time ain’t easy on us how can love die?

You felt your stomach turn a little knowing how this song made you miss Spencer so much than you already did.


As a few tears were building up, you started to speed up over the limit but hadn’t really noticed.

fortress around my heart you were mine just yesterday now I have no idea who you are it’s like you camouflage.

Although, Spencer had noticed the sudden increase of speed and knowing you were upset, it wasn’t a good mix. It broke his heart to see you like this but he knew there was no going back to the way things used to be.

Before Spence got the chance to get a word out you had ripped the aux out of the jack and put your turn signal on to get off at the rest area.

Rossi had woken up once the car was jerked onto the off ramp and looked up to see a few tears rolling down your cheek, but had no time to get his bearings and ask what was going on before you parked the car and hopped out.

Emily jumped at the sudden slam of your door, “Oh is this a potty break?”

"I think it’s a little more.” Derek mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?” Emily couldn’t hear his mumbles if she were paid.

Derek shook his head so she’d let it go and go back to sleeping.

Rossi got out of the car and looked back at Spencer, “Go. Now.” 
Spencer nodded setting his stuff down ducking to get out from the SUV.

For a rest area the bathroom was the smallest it could possibly be. It only had two stalls and a terribly dim vanity.

You sat in the first stall and started letting your tears fall down as quietly as possible trying not to sniffle every five seconds.

Spencer reached the bathroom door and heard you struggling to choke back your sobs. That killed him.

A small knock on the door came and you cleared your throat, “there’s two stalls, come in!”

Spencer sighed, “it’s me.”

You felt tears returning to your eyes hearing his voice. You couldn’t do this right now, not with a case that your team was counting on you to get them to.

You tore a piece of toilet paper and wiped your eyes so he wouldn’t notice you were upset.

You walked out of the door trying to ignore him leaning against the wall. You headed towards the exit really not wanting any confrontation.

"Y/N, stop.” Spencer reached out putting his hand on your arm.

"Uh uh. Not here. I’m hurt enough and if I talk to you things will just get worse. We’re fire and gasoline. Like you said, I’ll never be able to give you what you want. Remember?”

baze holding a dying chirrut in his arms chanting i am one with the force and the force is with me over and over and still fighting until he knows he’s finished and gazing at chirrut’s body just before dying is the definition of poetic cinema. also it’s really fucking gay

Talk too much // COIN (Alex Standall)

Title: Talk too much // COIN

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: hii could you do an Alex Standall imagine based on the song ‘Talk Too Much’ by COIN? I love your blog :)            

Word Count: 922 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Why can’t I leave it unsaid?

Author’s Note: I love you all. Continue requesting. And this request is what I think the song explains from the beginning but I just didn’t use everything too literal. It’s about being uncomfortable with yourself being just too honest sometimes.

Saturday, Spending my morning with Alex was amazing. Especially when it was raining and he spent the night before at my house. Mom and her new boyfriend were on a trip, and we had the house to ourselves.

He usually wakes up, made some coffee and then I wake to make breakfast. Even this morning we did that, something turned to be different. It was raining and no matter what we did, probably it would be this way all the day. I loved rain, but Alex seemed to be disappointed we had to stay home.

“We still can do things. Just, enjoy the day.” I said and he smiled a little.

“Like what? Like homework?” He grabbed me by the waist and then pulled me to his chest.

“Maybe. So, you won’t call me tomorrow at 11 pm asking for help.” We both laughed and then I went to the living room. “Why we don’t watch a movie or something?”

“Maybe, I should take your advice and actually do my homework.” He continued and took from his backpack his notebooks.

“Good, I’ll be here reading, okay?” I told him and he nodded.

After some hours, he stopped doing his homework, and this time just stayed there looking at me.

“I think mom hates me.” I spit out and he crossed his arms. “Yesterday, I told her something really cruel, and she hasn’t even texted me since then.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That she looked easy to everyone because she couldn’t be in a serious relationship.” He made a surprised look at me, and I nodded.

“You were probably too honest for her. But, that’s how you are.” He said. “Just remember that time you spent your day at the director’s office just because you answered a little rude to a teacher, like a year ago.”

He tried to comfort me, but certainly, I just felt worse. I never could keep myself in silence, I always had to answer something to them. Sometimes I got in a lot of troubles because of that, but it wasn’t my fault. I just, let everything inside me go out and I had no filter to say certain stuff. I could fight everyone, and I had no idea how I did it.

“I’ll try to finish my homework to see if we can make something later when the rain stops a little.” I nodded, and he went to his books.

I tried to read again, but what Alex told me left me a little anxious. Sometimes I was too honest with everyone because I felt in confidence with people. I tried to make them feel confident too, but no, not really. They ended a lot more scared of what I said at the end. People get mad to know they aren’t always going to be right about everything. I just didn’t know if Alex thought what everyone else did. They said I was just too rude. Alex came to me after an hour and he looked worried.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to give you my opinion.” He said scared and touched my hand.

“I’m too annoying, right? Everyone just says it all the time and it’s true. I can’t keep myself quiet, and I have no filter. I’m too rude for everyone else and probably already think that about me and-”

He interrupted me with a kiss. A touchy, and careful one. Our lips attached to the other like a key that opens a door. He felt so good. He knew exactly how to make me feel and I loved him so much. He got away a little from me.

“I guess your plan works, my love,” I said and he smiled.

“In that case, when I feel you’re into so much talk, I’ll kiss you once.” He got closer and gave me a little kiss. “Or twice, I don’t know. Just the necessary.”

I smiled and he kissed me now pulling me closer to him. I sat on his lap this time, and he continued kissing me. I liked it. I talk too much, and I needed his lips to come and shut me up. That’s just what I needed.

Fame, Flashlight

BTS Yoongi / Model AU / Words: 6232
Anonymous requested:  If you’re taking requests I was wondering if you could do one between a model and photographer yoongi? Where he’s usually famous for slightly racy pictures but he starts falling for her and tries to cover her up more lol.
A/N: i hope u like it omg i apoligize if there are mistakes im v tired rn



You pulled your car into your temporary spot, significantly earlier than your actual call time. Your own paranoia had put you on edge and made you cut your workout ten minutes short to allow sufficient time for you to get home, shower, then make it to the studio. Your hair was still damp, and it clung to the back of your neck. You reached over to the passenger seat, where you had carelessly flung your towel when you had rushed from the door of your condo, swallowing the remainder of your supplements. You roughly shook it over your head in an attempt to dry it more, and you smoothed out the end result with your fingers. You didn’t quite care what it looked like when you walked in the doors. You knew that anything you did to your hair or face would be wiped clean by the stylists the second they got their hands on you. You were so used to being dressed and made up in ridiculous ways, and you took advantage of the times you could leave your face bare, hair down and lounge in comfy sweats with faded logos.

Out of boredom and sheer habit, you checked your phone, scrolling through Instagram and mindlessly liking everyone’s pictures. You only paused when you came across a familiar username. You stared at the picture of wispy clouds etched into the sky, bathed in the pale yellow and pink light of the rising sun. Telephone lines and skyscrapers littered the horizon, but didn’t take away from the beauty of the morning sunrise. The caption simply read “My view this morning”, and yet there were hundreds of thousands of likes. You let your thumb linger just above your screen before you double tapped it, and a quick heart appeared on the picture. You took that as your cue to get out of your car and head towards the glass double doors of the tall building, still ten minutes ahead of schedule.

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Member: Mark

Originally posted by monoka


You inhaled Mark’s scent, allowing it to overwhelm your senses as you sunk into couch, right into his waiting arms. It had been weeks since you last saw him, but it was understandable, you reminded yourself. He was an idol after all and in one of the fastest growing bands, Neo Culture Technology or NCT, on top of that.

There was passion in Mark’s eyes, one that cannot be extinguished even when he was supposedly spending a quiet afternoon with you. His desire to dominate the worlds of music and entertainment burned bright that you could not help but wish with all your heart that he achieves his dreams too.

Wrapping your arms around Mark’s waist, you gave it a squeeze before saying, “I’m really glad you chose to spend your day off with me.”

“I would always want to spend it with you, Y/N,” Mark said, rubbing the back of his neck before resting his head on top of yours.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence until Mark spoke again. “Ordered pizza. Is that alright?”

“Are you kidding me? That’s seriously the best! My favorite?”

“Yup. But I still don’t get why you like pineapples on your pizza.”

You rolled your eyes in good nature. Here you two go again with this discussion.

“Pineapples so belong on a pizza,” you began.

“Well, pineapples are good,” Mark agreed. “But not hot—“

His phone rang, and the tunes of “Mad City” cut clearly through the air. Already, you could feel the signs of a frown on your lips.

Mark sent you an apologetic look before leaving the room to answer the call. He almost tripped in his hurry. You slumped back on the couch, crossing your arms across your chest.

Ten minutes.

It took just ten minutes before something came up. You couldn’t even fully enjoy those ten minutes with him in peace.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please make a post addressing the Wale situation, the previous rumor caused fans to harass Wale until he tweeted that he was quitting the collab today. This is really bad

I made one my dear and said how that rumor was groundless. Yesterday there were ONE anti that I saw that started telling wale to stay away from Namjoon and that he is for sure only after Rap Monster’s fame. Did you cringe? yeah! That’s total nonsense. That’s how you detect an ANTI. They make NO SENSE. But people started answering her and trying to educate her, the more you answer a tweet, the more popular it gets … aaaaaannnnnnd now the anti evaporated into thin air, made some good news turn into Wale being upset, Namjoon being embarassed and ARMYs apologizing to Wale. SEE!!! That’s why YOU. NEVER.FEED.THE.ANTIS. And please guys, do not believe anything you find online SO EASILY. *sigh* 

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allislaughter  asked:

spones prompt where someone tries to set McCoy up on a blind date and it turns out to be with Spock who McCoy is already well-acquainted with but the other person doesn't know they already know each other.

Chirp. Chirp.

With a growl, Leonard rolled over and smacked at the communicator. He pulled the covers up over his head and tried to fall back to sleep. But then—

Chirp. Chirp.

He snatched at the communicator and snapped it open. “What!”

“Bo~ones,” Jim sing-songed. “Are you ready for your date?”

Leonard buried his head into the pillowed. “M’not going.”

“C’mon, Bones! I spent four weeks talking you up to this guy. You need to get out of the dorm and start meeting people.”

“No I don’t.”

“Bones.”

The testiness in Jim’s voice made Leonard wince. “Jim, I’m tired,” he said, definitely not whining. “I had to do a major reconstruction yesterday and the paperwork took four hours to finish!”

“Terrible,” Jim said, not sounding really that interested. “By the way I’m at your door.”

“What!”

He scrambled to his feet just as Jim finished picking the lock. Leonard tried to shove Jim back out but Jim just barrelled on in. “Hurry up! Geeze, you’re going to go dressed like that? The no-shirt thing might be successful, but no one ever said banana pajamas were a good look.”

“Jim,” he warned.

“Here, try this.” Jim pulled a relatively clean shirt out of the pile. “It’s got buttons, so he’ll be impressed.”

Sensing that there was no winning against the might of Jim’s annoyance, Leonard resigned himself to his fate. He got dressed and even ran a brush through his hair. Jim gave him a breath mint and he crunched on it all down the stairs and out the door. He tried to tell himself that Jim wouldn’t set him up for failure as he took the train out of the city center.

Truthfully, Jim had been talking about this guy for nearly a year now. Every chance he got he told Leonard about his new friend from Philosophy club who Leonard would probably love to meet. Leonard had stalwartly refused, knowing he didn’t have time between studying and his residency to maintain many more friendships. Somehow Jim had interpreted this to mean he was looking for a romantic relationship and the issue had snowballed from there. Finally Leonard had agreed to meet him just so he could let the guy down easily.

Jim had said that he would recognize the man because he’d be wearing a green hat. Leonard scanned the crowd at the park swiftly, already rehearsing his, “it’s not either of us, it’s Jim” pre-dating break-up speech. As he looked he caught sight of one of his patients and his blood began to boil.

“Hey! You’re supposed to be under observation.”

Spock slowly turned to look at him, one eyebrow raising under his–fuck. Fuck! That was a green hat! “Doctor.”

“Uh.”

Spock frowned. He was a damn menace and an all-around awkward person. He graced the halls of the hospital more often than he should, since Earth’s gravity tripped him up and Physics was one of the most unstable of the sciences, usually landing in Leonard’s lap since he was one of the few doing a xenobiology residency.

Leonard could see that his arm was still in a sling, bandaged to high heaven from the damn surgery he’d had yesterday. “If you will excuse me, I am waiting for someone.”

“Someone sent by one James “Terrible Friend” Kirk?”

Spock blinked.

Leonard sighed. “What are you doing out of the hospital, anyway?”

“I…had a date,” Spock said blankly.

“Uh-huh.” Leonard had no idea what to do, so he blustered. “Should’a known better than to leave you anyway. You snuck out three days early when I fixed those burns.”

“They were far less severe than you assumed.”

“And the time with the blood loss?”

Spock’s ear twitched. “It came back.”

Leonard sighed. “Here, let me have a look at you.”

He approached and began poking at Spock’s arm. It had been a difficult surgery and would require more time to heal since Spock was part Vulcan, but it didn’t look like Spock had hurt himself further. Spock patiently accepted his examination, his eyes following Leonard’s hands.

“You seem fine,” Leonard said, annoyed. “But you better not let me catch you doing something so fool-headed again.”

Spock raised a brow. “I had an appointment to keep I did not wish to miss.”

“Oh yeah? And all those other times, I suppose you had dates then, as well.”

Spock was quiet, then, “No,” he said, very softly. “Jim has spoken very highly of you, Doctor.”

“Oh?” Leonard tried to scoff, but he was blushing.

“He neglected to mention your profession, however. A curious oversight.” Spock’s brown eyes scanned him coolly. “This is acceptable. Where will you be taking me this evening?”

Leonard spluttered. “What? I mean, I was going to…” He stopped himself from saying dump you in the nick of time.

Spock just stared at him.

“I-I was going to…” He looked around quickly. “Take you for a walk…around the park?”

“Acceptable.” Spock offered him his non-broken arm and Leonard numbly took it. “Proceed.”

Leonard took a step. Then another. He desperately searched for some bit of small talk to occupy them. “So…uh… You and Jim met…through Philosophy club?”

“Indeed.”

“I thought you were a physicist?”

“I engage in many intellectual pursuits. Unlike one pursuing a medical degree I find that diversifying my learning is beneficial.”

Was that an insult? Leonard decided to get insulted. Just in case. “Bunch of abstract nothing, that’s what that is. Medicine is applied ethics.”

“An application without relevance.”

Okay, definitely an insult. Leonard grabbed onto the thread of conversation with both hands and tugged. If Spock thought he could best Leonard in the game of philosophy he had another thing coming. He opened his mouth.

They argued for the better part of four hours. Spock was witty and biting and Leonard was exhilarated and annoyed. They walked around the park until Leonard was exhausted and Spock made some crack about the limitations of the human body, then they got down the path of arguing about subjective meanings of bodily functionality, until pretty soon they were discussing the pros and cons of space colonization and then eventually they circled back around to medicine where they stayed until Spock abruptly looked up at the sky.

“It has grown dark,” he said, sounding mildly surprised.

“You can’t distract me. You said an ethical basis in the absence of harm is untenable for medicine as a whole, and I say—”

Spock stopped him with a peck on the cheek.

Leonard blinked, utterly gobsmacked.

“I meant no distraction,” Spock said mildly. “Merely that this conversation might be better concluded in a warmer environment.” His lip twitched. “My doctor has informed me I should take better care of my health. Will you accompany me home? I have tea.”

Spock looked so nervous that Leonard’s heart nearly melted. He felt himself soften. “Well,” he drawled. “I suppose I could be amenable to that. I, ah, need to keep an eye on that arm of yours anyway.”

“Indeed.” Spock’s lip twitched again. “You were saying? Regarding the ethical structure of the Hippocratic Oath?”

“As I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted…” Leonard continued, glaring good-naturedly at Spock as they walked together out of the park, sniping under the silver moon.

Honestly, What I love about Mob Psycho 100

!!!!SPOILERS!!!!

I love that MP100 broke so many stereotypes and taught such good lessons with such amazing characters?

Mob/Shigeo is just a kid but he’s powerful and has so much potential but he doesn’t think much of them or himself and is actually scared of hurting others and closed himself off to protect people and maybe himself in the process? He’s something amazing but isn’t popular or a complete jerk about it. He admires his brother who is everything he isn’t (normal? All the normal kinds of amazing like great grades, popularity, etc) and tries so hard to change himself for things like love.

And his master! This con man creep who I thought was a complete asshat because he was using poor Mob? And barely paying him and aHHHH I was mad! But like he taught Mob important lessons, helped him control his powers (I guess), made him just a bit more confident and just good and pure. I feel like if someone else exploited (Sorry Reigen) Mob, he might have turned out to be a horrifying villain character because he’s so young and gullible and easy to use, but this loser con man is such a dad and made Mob a good person (or more so) and was such an inspiration and amazing role model (honestly I wouldn’t go as far as “amazing”) for Mob. He just cared and was good, a decent human, so real too? And he tries to be the respponsible adult when it comes the the kiddies ans it’s so pure.

Then this arrogant, blonde douche comes in and is a total dick, the type of person Mob could have been if he wasn’t so good and soft and pure (I love him) but it turns out this ass is actually so afraid of being alone and isolated, his powers are a rarity and he wants to be recognized and wanted but Mob comes and destroys that delusion and he just breaks down but then totally learns from his mistakes. Teru isn’t this jerk anymore, he’s trying to change and be good and isn’t a stubborn asshole like some characters in other anime who swear revenge all the time over something dumb. He’s trying to help and be a good friend.

Also Mob’s family? They are so nice I was jealous actually. They are supportive and don’t treat their kids like abnormalities and it’s so good!!!! I loved how much Mob looked up to his little bro and I loved how soft Ritsu was to Mob but then I was so sad about the emotional turmoil, and anger, and fear, and envy he actually held towards Mob. They were so good, why did this have to happen D-,: But they loved each other really, in the end. So good, I’m cry.

AND ONE OF MY FAVE THINGS: The school.

The student council is something like good and shit and supposed to be honest but this poor dude who was so sad broke and corrupted the StuCo :-( but that jerk who tried to abolish the Telepathy Club was actually not so bad and tried to fix it, because I honestly think he cared for the well being of the school (not actuallly an ass, much) and aHHHHHH!

The delinquents in the school also were like these idiots and thugs but were framed for things they didn’t do and it was so sad to see Tenga (who is actually so soft) break his perfect attendance and how he wasn’t only a thug, but more underneath. He wasn’t just a side character used to make mischief. People just hated him for him (what a bunch of rude asses) and he let them and moved on (kinda) and tried to be better (amazing, my son).

Then the Body Improvement Club. God, I loved them!! I really thought they’d be jerkoffs and bully the Telepathy Club and Mob (especially when he joined their club. I thought they’d reject him) but they were nice! And supportive! They let the Telepathy Club use the room, took Mob in as their own, tried to protect Mob during the kidnapping incident, helped and supported Mob as he tried to “improve his body”. Like I thought they’d leave him behind or get mad when he kept collapsing but no, the brought him back to the room to rest up, they cheered for him and encouraged him to keep going, told him he was improving and just helping him out :’-) They helped his confidence and being his friend because he didn’t have any. Like this small, skinny, “weak, boy is friends with these huge, muscular, nice guys and I loved that so much. I’m still kinda scared about what would happen if they found out about the powers. Would they think he was a creep? I was so scared during the kid napping event. Hopefully not.

Just really happy about the “redemption” and the changes people made and how not typical the characters really were. They were funny. and deep. and great. Loved how at the end, Reigen just talked those losers down and made them realize this is real life ans they need to step out of their fantasies. That these powers don’t make you anything special really, we’re all the same.

But that’s just my opinion guys, and this is only based on the anime because I watched it all yesterday and I’m still in shock about how good it was.

What do you think? Did you guys like it? Why? 

I just watched ‘Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2′ yesterday - and although I wasn’t surprised that it was really good (mainly because James Gunn already did a brilliant job with the first movie), the character developments and the tension between the characters amazed me. It had a great balance between humor and seriousness, and of course the music was awesome.

But my absolute favorites were Nebula and Yondu. Both of them showed something new, and had really breathtaking scenes. Nebula’s ‘ You’re the one who wanted to win, but I just wanted a sister‘ line broke everyone’s heart, and knowing her full story - the reason why she was made into a cyborg - just gives more depths to her character. 

But (to me) Yondu completely steel the show. Finally making him into the father figure he was always meant to be was a really good decision and I’m really glad that he got a backstory that finally made everything around him clear. My all time favorite scene in this movie, is when Yondu is giving the ‘speech’ to Rocket about ‘knowing who he really is’ and then finishing with the line ‘I know who you are boy, because you’re me’. Yes, we could all clearly see where this monologue was going, but that cut when Yondu and Rocket are staring at each other, just made the whole thing feel heavy. It not only showed us what Yondu thinks - and knows - about himself, but I think it really meant a lot to Rocket. Because after all, there was someone who could see who he really is. (and I think Michael Rooker earned a big applause here, because he was probably speeking to a dummy or something)

And yes, I really wasn’t happy with Yondu being dead. They did a brilliant job with him, and I’m gonna miss him very much - but I’m not angry about it. It had a reason, and wasn’t pointless. But in the end, it broke my heart a little.

Imagine being Craig’s ex-girlfriend and coming back to town

“Y/n, hey, what the hell are you doing here?” Craig asked when you walked in with Deran.

“Ran into Deran while I was running some errands, just moved back to town yesterday,” You answered taking the seat next to him. You were trying to pretend it was old times, trying to pretend that you hadn’t moved away years ago and shattered both of your hearts.

From there you spent the day at Smurfs amongst the boys. Swimming, some barbecue, and a few good drinks made for a great time. It really felt like home again.

Towards the end of the night, you were all inside sitting on the couches reminiscing about the shit Craig, Deran, and you used to get into.

“Okay, but can we talk about the fact that the first time I met you guys was because Craig stole my bike as a kid?” You laughed shooting daggers at Craig sitting across the room from you.

They all began laughing.

“I remember having to pull you off of him! What was it? A broken nose and two black eyes?” Baz chuckled punching Craig in the shoulder.

“I could have taken her!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

It wasn’t long later before everyone was calling it a night and you crashed on the couch not wanting to drive home in your inebriated state.


Craig’s POV

I sat on the couch a little longer watching y/n as she slept, trying to piece together the feelings I was dealing with. Why does it feel so wrong to be texting Ren right now? Why is it that y/n is back in my life for a few hours and I’m head over heels for her again?

What in the fuck am I going to do?



So I’m thinking about making this into a multipart fic, what do you guys think?

Brendon Urie x Reader : Crazy in Love

It had been a long day at work, and you felt like you really needed to relax. Maybe your favorite restaurant would help ease you up. You called an old friend, seeing if they would like to come with you, but they didn’t respond, so you decided to go alone. You sat down at a table, ordering a glass of wine and pulling out your phone, sighing when you realized you still haven’t gotten a call back. You picked up the menu, deciding what to order, one of your favorite dishes, and then leaned back in your seat, trying to settle down. It had been a busy day, and it seemed like you wouldn’t get a chance to breathe, but now that you finally found it, you felt exhausted and tired more than anything. You took the last bite of your dish and then pushed the plate away, feeling extremely sleepy and ready to go take a nap at home. “Bill please?” you asked the waiter.

“Oh, actually it’s already paid for,” he replied.

“What?” you raised your eyebrows, wondering what he meant.

“Someone paid for your meal,” he explained.

“Am I allowed to know?” you wondered.

“It’s the young gentleman over there,” he informed, pointing a finger at a guy about your age, sitting alone as well, sipping on his glass of beer. He was handsome, wearing a tux, and you wondered why he would be sitting all by himself.

“He just… paid for my food?” you inquired.

“Yeah, he claimed that you were a friend of his,” he responded. “I don’t know. I thought it was quite considerate.”

“It is,” you nodded. “Do you think I would be able to go speak to him?”

“I think so,” the waiter nodded slowly. “He’s been staring at you a lot.”

“What?” you gasped. “Staring?”

“Yeah. I think he likes you,” the waiter laughed. “But I don’t know. Just a guess.”

“Thanks for telling me,” you smiled. “Wish me luck.” You got up and decided to walk over to the man, and as you got closer you found out how handsome he really was. He had beautiful dark hair, brown eyes, wide lips, and he looked very fine in that suit. You sat across from him, pulling out a seat and sitting in it. He looked up at you, smiling.

“I see you finally came around,” he laughed.

“It was kind of you to pay for my meal,” you remarked. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he grinned. “You look stunning today.”

“Do I know you?” you inquired.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I know this is my first time seeing you though, because if I had met you before, I know I would’ve remembered.”

“You’re a flirt,” you rolled your eyes.

“No, I’m Brendon Urie,” he corrected.

“Funny too,” you chuckled. “I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”

“Nice to meet you y/n,” Brendon grinned.

“How come you paid for my food?” you wondered.

“What? A kind gentleman can’t preform an act of kindness unless he has a reason?” he questioned.

“Brendon,” you narrowed your eyes.

“Okay, I just wanted to meet you. You seem nice,” he shrugged.

“I seem nice? You just met me, you’ve barely even talked to me,” you laughed. “How do you know me?”

“I don’t,” he reminded. “But I would like to.”

“You’re amusing,” you just chuckled to yourself, looking at his gorgeous brown eyes. “Look, I’d love to stay, but I’m quite tired and I’m afraid I don’t have time for this.”

“Well don’t feel obligated to stay then,” he reassured. “How about you give me your number, and I’ll give you a call tomorrow, and we’ll work out a time then.”

“A time for what?” you questioned.

“Exactly,” he winked.

“What? you shook your head.

"I’ll give you a call, just give me your digits,” he offered. “Trust me, you’re getting the better half of the deal.”

“What do you mean?” you just giggled.

“All you need to do is give me your phone number, and you will get a lovely call from me, along with an invitation on a romantic date, and perhaps some other wonderful opportunities,” he explained.

“Well I can’t say no to that,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically. “I’d be a fool.”

“Exactly,” he agreed.

“I was joking,” you sighed. “Look, you’re a really nice guy, and I’m really glad you paid for my meal, honest. But I’m super tired and I don’t think I’m in the mood for this right now.”

“Then don’t worry,” he told you. “All I’m asking for is your number.”

“My number,” you repeated.

“That’s right,” he sighed.

“Okay,” you complied. You grabbed a napkin and pulled out a pen from your pocket, writing down your name and number for Brendon. “But you can’t call me until tomorrow.”

“I promise,” he reassured. “I’m not going to be an asshole, I’m going to be a gentleman.”

“I hope so,” you laughed. “It was nice meeting you Mr. Urie.”

“And you as well y/n,” he replied. You scooted out from your chair and smiled at him, walking out and looking forward to crashing on the couch at home, able to finally sleep.

When you woke up, you checked your phone, honestly surprised that he hadn’t called you already. Brendon Urie was the only person you could think of last night, and it seemed as if your mind couldn’t stop thinking about him. You got out of bed and took a shower, getting dressed for work and wondering if all of last night had been a dream. Brendon had been extremely nice to you, although he was sometimes cheesy and an absolute ladies’ man, but he had paid for meal and you couldn’t deny that you were actually looking forward to his phone call.

You went to work, sort of saddened that he hadn’t called yet, and when lunch break rolled around, checking your phone was the first thing you did. You scrolled through your notifications and didn’t see any phone calls, and frowned. You had almost lost all hope, when your phone rang and you answered without a second to loose, putting it up to your ear. “Brendon?” you asked hopefully, excited to know he had finally called.

“Uh, no. Who’s Brendon?” a familiar voice responded.

“Oh gosh,” you groaned. It was your friend.

“Hey, I was returning your call from yesterday. What’s up? Who’s this Brendon dude?” they wondered.

“I’ll talk to you later,” you just grumbled, hanging up on them and shoving the phone back in your pocket. You didn’t even care whether you sounded rude or not. You needed to hear his voice again. You missed Brendon so much, even if you just met him yesterday. He was so nice and so funny and everything about him was amazing. Your phone rang again, and you lifted it up to your face half heartedly, almost certain that it was your friend calling you back to annoy you, but when you read the unknown caller ID, your face broke out into a huge smile and you instantly answered the call. “Hello!”

“Hello,” the voice replied. Yup, it was him.

“Is this Brendon?” you wondered.

“You bet,” he responded. “I’m assuming this is y/n.”

“You’re right,” you sighed. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”

“Hold up, this is coming from the same person who almost didn’t give me her number yesterday?” he chuckled.

“You’re all I can think about,” you confessed. “I have to see you again.”

“Whoa, whoa. I thought you didn’t even like me,” he told you.

“I thought you were amazing,” you gushed. What were you even saying? It was as if you had no control of your words, everything just spilling out of your mouth all at once, all your thoughts poured out for him to hear.

“So you were playing hard to get yesterday or what?” he wondered.

“Brendon, I don’t care what we do, I just got to see you tonight,” you begged. “I miss you so much.”

“Goodness gracious. Looks like I really must’ve made a good first impression,” he laughed. “When do you get off work?”

“Five hours,” you groaned.

“I’ll see you then,” he decided.

“Where at?” you inquired.

“Same restaurant, I’ll be there with reservations for two,” he explained. “I’ll take it you’ll be there?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. He just laughed and then hung up, and you stared blankly at your phone, wondering what the hell had just happened. Brendon Urie was driving you crazy, crazy in love.

anonymous asked:

does it bother you that 2D's vocals were underused on the new album?

no, not at all. and i wouldn’t say damon’s voice is under-used.

i was actually talking about this to my brother yesterday, and about how i’ve seen a lot of ppl’s main critiques of the album being that damon’s voice is too sparse throughout it. but i mean, it is still there, his is just not the central vocals throughout most of the album anymore. the gorillaz never stay the same, and i think damon made a conscious effort to give the spotlight to other artists.

and you know what?? honestly, it was a really good decision to make, bc when you look at a lot of the subject matter in the songs…it would be kinda weird to have a white man singing about them. i think damon was very aware that it’s not his place to be the one speaking about the experiences of marginalized ppl in this current politcal climate, but rather, it’s his role to give them a platform to express themselves & to support them.

so honestly?? im glad that damon chose to limit his vocals, bc it really speaks to what he & the others were trying to accomplish w/ this album.

All’s Fair (pt 6)

Originally posted by exosback

Member: Exo Baekhyun

Type: Fluff/Slight Angst/Slight Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10

You swallowed hard, taking a quick look behind you as you made breakfast. Baekhyun sat on the small island counter behind you, staring intently at your back as you cooked. Your face was hot and you tried to convince yourself that it was because of the stove in front of you but you knew better, you knew it was him.

He’d been driving you crazy in the week since you guys had slept together. He was still playing the game, and you weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry. He wasn’t ignoring you, and that was a plus, but was this really any better?

The casual smirks that followed his teasing touches were replaced by cold stares and scowls. His lips didn’t curl up into the usual smile, but stayed pressed together, and you couldn’t deny the fact that you found it terrifying.

“You’ll catch a cold if you stay like that,” you found yourself trying to scold him. Before you probably would’ve sounded like a mom, but now the words came out as a soft whimper. Your head turned to look at him again, watching as he raised a brow at you.

Your eyes watched the water droplets from his hair fall down onto his bare shoulders. Actually, everything else was bare too, save for the towel he had wrapped around his waist.

He hopped off the counter, and you tried to keep your eyes from watching the way the towel hung on low on his waist as he neared you. You turned back to the pan, staring at the eggs as they fried.

“I am cold actually,” he spoke into your hear, his voice smooth and cool, and you shivered, still not used to this new Baekhyun. His arms wrapped around you, his bare chest pressing into your back as his head landed on your shoulder, the wet strands making your shirt damp. “You’re warm.”

“I meant wear clothes.”

His hand moved up to grab your chin and turn it, and he lifted his head to look at you. There it was, that blank look he’d been giving you for days. His arm that was still around your waist tightened, shooting sparks up your spine, and you hated the effect he had on you.

“But I like touching you,” he spoke casually, and you mentally kicked yourself as you felt your face heat up, despite the lack of feeling in his words. His arms left you just as quickly as they’d wrapped around you, and you were left alone, the eggs that you were frying already half-burnt.

You hated this.

You grabbed two plates, transferring the food equally before moving to the table. Baekhyun was waiting patiently in his chair, and you debated on whether or not to deny him food unless he put on some clothes. Then again, you had a feeling he’d find some way out of it all while getting you flustered.

You set the plate down in front of him before plopping down in your chair, but before you could begin eating you were interrupted.

“Yah!” he said rudely, making drop your food back onto your plate helplessly. “This is totally burnt, I can’t eat this!”

“Just eat it and stop complaining,” you groaned, rubbing your temples.

He scoffed, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. “No, I actually made you a good dinner yesterday so this isn’t fair. I want another.”

He wasn’t wrong. Along with the continued teasing he was also starting to actually cook more. The meals were simple, but it wasn’t like he was giving you cereal every night. He was actually trying and making you good food, so he definitely had a point. But you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Well you can’t have another- we’re out.”

“Out of eggs?”

You sighed, nodding. “Yeah, we’re out of everything really. So eat your burnt eggs and I’ll go to the store for groceries in a bit.”

“No, I’ll go. You never get any good food.”

“Yah what?” you scowled at him and scoffed again, standing up and you groaned again because the towel didn’t seem to be staying on his hips and your hand moved to cover your eyes. “Okay first go put on some fucking clothes. Second, I don’t want you to come home with nothing but candy and ice cream so I’ll do the shopping. At least I shop healthy.”

“Well you could stand to get something tasty. Fine I’ll just come with you.”

You groaned, your face planting in your hands as you heard his footsteps come towards you, his hand landing on top of your head. You kept your hands glued to your face, because that stupid towel really did seem to look like it was about to fall any second.

“Fine,” you muttered, and before you could say anything else you felt his hot breath against your ear, making you shiver.

You heard him take in a small breath before he spoke, his voice low. “Keep your eyes closed, my towel fell off. But you’ve already seen it all so it wouldn’t bother me if you did look.”

You resisted the urge to move your hands and smack him. His hand left your head and you waited for what seemed like ages until you removed your hands, blinking to adjust to the light. You eyes rested upon a white, fluffy horror next to your feet, and you felt your face get hot as you realized that he wasn’t lying.

“Yah!” you yelled, biting your lip. “Pick up your towel!”

“I’m still naked!” he yelled back and you groaned, wondering how you were going to survive a trip to the supermarket with this man.

The trip there was fairly quiet, but as soon as the doors slid open and you walked inside, you felt a wave of uneasiness. You walked in front of the shopping cart as Baekhyun trailed behind. He’d offered to push the cart himself and you reluctantly let him, and you were busy filling the cart with vegetables and meat along with other necessities.

“Okay we should probably grab some dry snacks because I don’t like having to cook while watching a movie,” you muttered, and you suddenly felt the cart rush past you into the next aisle. After almost running into a middle aged woman with the cart, Baekhyun apologized sincerely before continuing, still going just as fast. You groaned, running to catch up to him, stopping to apologize to the woman before rushing after him.

You stopped in front of the cart as Baekhyun grabbed a box of one of the shelves, holding it out to you. Before you could scold him, your eyes landed on his face, taking in his ecstatic expression.

Baekhyun.

This was the Baekhyun you knew.

His eyes were wide and his lips formed a pout as he held out the box of cookies. “Can we please get this? Please please please please-” Your mind felt blank as you watched him plead in front of you. He started stamping his feet quickly like a child and your head began to spin as you wondered what brought on this change. “I promise it’s really good. It’s not even that unhealthy see they’re really tiny so I’ll only eat one I promise-”

“I- Fine, fine just…yeah fine,” you stuttered, turning around and walking back to the dairy section to grab some milk. Why was he like this? He had been so cold for a week and now he was acting as if nothing happened. You sighed, rubbing your temples as you wondered what the hell was going on.

You heard him call from behind you, “Can I get a few more snacks? Please please please I’ll get stuff you like too I promi-”

“Yeah sure,” you called back absentmindedly, biting your lip. You began to walk faster, trying to avoid him as you landed in front of the milk. You grabbed one, opting to hold it instead of going back to Baekhyun to put it in the cart.

After walking around the aisles, finally free of Baekhyun and his bad cart-driving skills, you found yourself thinking again. Why was he acting like this now? What happened to being rude? You’d seen him smile more in the past 30 min you’d spent shopping than in the whole past week.

Was this really that much of a game to him? Did he like messing with you like this? Sure you hadn’t completely accepted his feelings but you didn’t think you did anything wrong. He had just assumed that you two were in a relationship without even talking to you about it and at the time you didn’t really know if you wanted it or not. You had your own reasons for not just going along with it.

But what he was doing was just straight up fucking with you.

You felt your anger rise slightly, and you turned on your heel only to find Baekhyun standing right behind you, wheeling the shopping cart around. He grinned at you sheepishly, and you were confused until your eyes dropped to the snacks that filled the cart in front of you.

The candy, sweets, chips, cookies, and of course ramyun created a mountain of junk food, covering all the vegetables you’d picked up earlier. You groaned again, setting the milk down before grabbing packages of the junk food.

“I said a few,” you muttered, walking away to place the food back where it belonged. Your mood was getting worse by the second and your head was getting more and more cluttered with thoughts of how awful Baekhyun was being.

You heard the squeak of the wheels behind you as he followed. “Wait please we have like no snacks, come on please?” He held out the last word and you groaned, not mentally prepared to deal with a cute Baekhyun. “I’ll do whatever. Please please ple-”

You stopped and turned around, and he stopped the cart just in time. You dropped the items back in, earning an ecstatic smile from your roommate before walking to the register.

The entire way home you were grumpy, and as soon as your front door shut and you were both inside, you dropped the groceries on the counter, turning on your heel to walk to your room. Before you could take two steps, Baekhyun grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“What?” you snapped, and he scoffed, jutting his chin towards the bags.

“I’m not putting these away alone,” he said smoothly, before he tugged your arm again and pulled you into his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist. Your eyes widened and you watched as he stared at you, biting his lip, his face otherwise expressionless. “You know,” he began, his voice calm. “It always surprises me how little it takes for you to get so flustered. That’s one point-”

You snapped.

Before he could finish you pushed him away, making his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “What the hell?” you asked, your voice higher and breathier than you wanted it to be. You groaned. “You…all week you’ve been acting like this and then we go outside and you’re suddenly all happy-go-lucky and now you’re back to this and I…do you hate me that much? What did I even do to you? I wasn’t leading you on so I could sleep with you what kind of person do you think I am?”

“Then what were you doing?” he shot back, his eyes dark as he neared you again. “You played with me so I’m playing with you, what so wrong-”

“What’s wrong is that I didn’t realize what I was doing to you while you’re being so two-faced and you’re acting this way on purpose because you actually want to hurt me.” You started to feel the tears stinging your eyes and you rubbed at them quickly, trying to keep yourself from being so emotional.

He could already see the tears forming, and you watched his expression soften as he neared you, his hand stretched out. “Wait, no why would I want to hurt you? I just…oh no don’t cry please don’t cry,” his voice was barely a whisper now as you continued to back away from him.

“Why are you doing this huh?” you asked, your hands moving up to wipe the tears as they slowly began to fall. “I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry that you got hurt. But please stop, I don’t know what to do-”

His slow movements suddenly turned fast, and everything was a blur as you felt yourself being pulled into something warm. He was holding you again, but not in the teasing way he’d been doing for the past week. His arms were warm around you, like that time your cat had passed away. he was comforting and soothing and you felt yourself melt into him.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, and you felt his lips land on your head. “Please…please don’t cry. I didn’t want you to cry. I just wanted…I don’t know.” He was stuttering now, trying to find the right words.

You took a shaky breath and pushed him away lightly. His arms stayed wrapped around you tightly but you had room to look at him, watching his face filled with concern. 

You noticed the bags under his eyes first, and wondered if maybe he wasn’t getting enought sleep. His lips were slightly chapped, and you began noticing other small signs that he wasn’t taking care of himself. You’d forgotten the words that you wanted to say, and your hand reached up to his face, your finger running softly over one of the bags of his eyes before moving down to run over his chapped lips.

He was staring at you now too, and the sheer proximity of you both was probably what prompted Baekhyun to do what he did next. As your finger stayed pressed to his lip, his tongue peeked out to lick you and you gasped slightly. Your finger didn’t move though, and you felt his warm breath against it as he took a shaky breath.

“Do you want me to let go of you?” he asked quietly, and your hand retracted, falling back at your side as you felt you face heat up. You swallowed hard and shrugged, your mind fuzzy. Your eyes squeezed shut and you tried to clear your head before something-

His breath was warm against your face as you felt what you thought was the first brush of his lips. When your eyes opened again you realized his lips had stopped about a centimeter away from yours, giving you room to stop him. Your tongue peeked out to lick your lips softly, and you heard a sharp intake a breath before his lips pressed against yours, kissing you softly. 

You were responding to the kiss and you mind was spinning and as soon as you felt the first swipe of his tongue against your lower lip you mouth opened, letting his tongue inside. The first time he had kissed you, you both had been unbelievably drunk. Now that you weren’t you could feel his every movement and you savored the taste of his mouth. 

A moan escaped you and you felt yourself being pushed against the cold counter. Baekhyun broke the kiss to plant kissed up your jaw.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he muttered and you gasped as his teeth bit down lightly against your neck. His hands moved down to grip your thighs as your back pressed into the counter, his hips pressing into yours and making your arousal grow, and your head was spinning as his lips were about to meet yours again. 

The never did though, and he stood in front of you, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly that you had a feeling there would be marks. You blinked at him a few times, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his breathing begin to even out. You watched him swallow before his eeys fluttered open again, and he muttered an apology.

You apologized as well, and he released his grip on your thighs, stepping back to look at you. You watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, his cheeks pink and his clothes rumpled and you realized that’s exactly how you felt: messy. You weren’t sure about anything and you were afraid to say yes in the heat of the moment in fear of things ending badly later. If you were going to get in a relationship, especially one with someone you already lived with, you didn’t want questions. 

You needed to figure this out. 

“Baekhyun,” you breathed and he nodded slightly, letting you know he was listening. “I think I should leave.”

His eyes widened and panic set in on his face, and his hands came up to grab your shoulders as he stuttered, “N-No wait don’t like move out you can’t do that I mean I’ll stop I promise but don-” His long string of words that kept you from explaining were quickly cut off by your hand covering his mouth, making him silent. 

“I’m not moving out, I just think I shouldn’t stay here for a few days. Maybe I’ll go visit my parents this weekend okay? We can think about this separately, and then talk about it,” you were surprised at how calm your voice sounded. This was rational rigtht? No games, no random sex, just staying away and actually thinking about it.

He nodded slightly in agreement, and you uncovered his mouth. He bit his lip worriedly and replied, “You are coming back though, right?” 

“Yeah, I will,” you muttered, pushing yourself away from the counter. “Um I’ll go pack some things. I won’t need much it’s only a weekend.” He nodded and the apartment was plunged into silence again as you went to your room, grabbing a bag and shoving clothes inside while calling your mom, letting her know you’d be staying over for the weekend. 

You mom was excited to see you, and it dawned on you that it had been a while since you’d seen her. As you headed to the door with the bag in your hand, you watched Baekhyun curled up on the couch, watching some game show. He looked at you, his eyes droopy and his lips in a small pout as he spoke.

“Bye, see you soon!” he tried to say cheerfully, but it honestly came out a bit pathetic. “Call me or you know just let me know when you get there safe.” 

You smiled and nodded before heading out the door. Your mom’s place was around 2 hours away, and you prefered driving yourself so you did. You had been driving for a while, and were about fifteen minutes away from your parents house when you got a call. 

“Mom?” you answered, and you heard her muffled voice over the phone. 

“Hi sweetie, I just wanted to let you know that um…your cousin decided to pay a surprise visit. I thought I’d tell you before you got here. I really do was to see you but I don’t know if you’re willing to…deal with her.”

Your cousin was probably the worst human being on the planet. You two hadn’t gotten along in years, and a lot of it had to do with your different ideals. You were okay with her views on topics, because she was allowed to have her opinions. She however made a point to tell you that everything you thought was wrong and continuously tried to convince you to change your views and God even thinking about it gave you a headache. 

“Ugh…Mom,” you groaned and you heard her give an uneasy laugh.

“It doesn’t look like she’s leaving anytime soon…I’m sorry…” your mom knew that there was no way in hell you were going to deal with your cousin. You’d rather go back home to Baekhyun and so that’s what you did. You tried calling him to let him know but he didn’t pick up, and you spent the drive home listening to music and judging people who didn’t use signals when they changed lanes. 

You weren’t exacly happy to have gone so far and not seen your parents, and then drive all the way back home, but when you finally got home, you sighed in relief. Driving didn’t bother you at all, but you weren’t used to driving for more than an hour or so, and that was over three hours. 

Your grabbed your bag, stretching and rubbing your back as you went up to your floor. Baekhyun still hadn’t responded, and you assumed he had gone to sleep, so when you got to your door you tried to open it carefully, trying not to make any sounds incase he had fallen asleep on the couch. As the door opened, your eyes widened as you saw the state of your living room and kitchen. 

There were beer cans strewn over the floor, some on tables but most of the empty ones on the ground. The television was on, playing Star Wars but nobody was watching. Your eyes landed on the couch where Baekhyun seemed to be lying face down on top of something. 

You smelled something burning and your eyes flickered to the kitchen, where you saw a shirtless man cooking something on the stove. 

“Junmyeon?” you muttered, your voice high pitched and questioning. He turned to you and flashed a grin before turning back to the burning mess. 

You had only been gone for three fucking hours.

You heard someone call your name and you looked back to the couch, where Baekhyun lifted his head. He looked drunk as hell, and then you realized he wasn’t lying down on something, he was lying down on someone. Sehun pushed Baekhyun up slightly as he turned his head to look at you, his eyebrows scrunched together. 

“You,” groaned Sehun, craning his head to look at you. “I thought you told us that you didn’t wear pants.”

All’s Fair Mini Masterlist

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My friend Mary - has been wanting me to read this relatively new book “Wired to Eat” by Robb Wolf, so I had placed a HOLD request for it at the library and they alerted me this morning that it was available for me to pick up.  I will let you all know my thoughts as I read it.

Then after I went to the gym and got in more yards, 3500 more to be exact. 

Remember how I was telling you all I was tired yesterday, well I went to bed at 9:30pm and did not wake up until  sometime after 6:30am today.  I know when that happens I must have really needed the sleep.  And it still amazes me that I can sleep straight though the night like that with that machine.  Also amazes me that Annie can do the exact same. 

In the past few days a few different friends had posted about how they were grilling kabobs and that sounded good.  So I made up some of my own with chicken sausage, onion, green/red peppers, mushrooms and broccoli.  Man were those tasty.  Only problem is that they just dont leave me feeling full/satisfied for long (I had 3 out of the 7 grilled up).  Without a carb at dinner - which was a staple my entire life - my body/mind really never ease up on me looking for more.  And this is where I am not sure these sort of changes are doing me any good.  If I have some form of carb with dinner, I am good to go.  Without any I want to eat more/other things later, mentally I go a bit stir crazy - sometimes I cave in and eat something else.

This books says it is to help you “turn off cravings, rewire your appetite for weight loss and determine foods that work for you”.  Really hope it can help!

Swim:

3500/171,350/228,650

clothes off now

a/n: requested. Hope you guys like it.

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I was currently standing in the middle of my walk in closet, wrapped in my towel. Having just gotten out of the shower, I had to figure out what to wear tonight. Tonight was me and Sammy’s 5 year anniversary. Crazy I know. It feels like just yesterday we were juniors, going on our first date, but now here we are, 5 years later and still together.

Granted, they were a crazy 5 years. Yeah, we had our share of ups and downs, good times and bad like every couple. But we made it through. We loved each other so much, we fought to be together.

After we graduated, Sammy moved out to LA with the boys to try and make it big. And he did, his career really took off. And even though we had been together 2 years at that point, it was hard. Not being able to see each other, and our conversations were every few hours. It was so hard, but we made it work. And when he went on tour, coming home for a ‘hometown’ show, I got to see him then. And then after that show, he took me on a few tour stops with him.

After that and he went back to LA, and only came home for holidays. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then for my birthday, and he even surprised me on valentine’s day. He asked me at our dinner if I would come to live out with him. I of course said yes, and now here we are, 3 years later, and still happy as ever.

“hey ma ya in here?” I heard Sammy call out.

“yeah.” I called back, ruffling through a few dresses.

“showered without me?” Sammy asked, smirking from the doorway, noticing the towel wrapped loosely around my body. I laughed to myself and turned and looked at him.

“yeah, I knew if you joined me, we woulda been late for our reservations, and also never made it out of the house.” I smiled coyly at him.

“you know me so well babygirl.” He said, walking over towards me, wrapping me up in his arms, looking down at me. “you should get ready though, we really can’t be late.” He said, leaning down and kissing me briefly before leaving my closet, only to walk into his, picking out his outfit.

Clad in black skinny jeans, a nice blue button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and black white yeezy’s. I decided on a simple black dress. Strapless and tight around my chest, and then flared out by my belly button. Stopping a little above mid thigh, and matching it with black heels.

Curled hair, natural makeup, with a smokey eye look. Walking down the stairs I found Sammy waiting, checking his watch. When he heard my heels hitting the ground from the last step he turned and smiled at me.

“babe, you look gorgeous.” He stared at me head to toe, licking his lips.

“Thanks.” I blushed. 5 years and he still makes me feel all giddy.

“we really need to go or we’re going to be late.” He said, reaching and grabbing my hand, practically dragging me out to the uber. I was laughing at his eagerness.

“Sammy, babe, we’ll be okay.” I laughed as He basically rushed me into the back seat.

“I know, but  I just want tonight to be perfect.” He smiled, sliding in next to me and throwing his arm around me.

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The restaurant was beautiful. We were sat out on the patio, with little fairy lights strung above us. It was so gorgeous. And then there was a little band that was playing.

“Sammy, this is beautiful.” I smiled, after taking a bite of our dessert that we were sharing.

“I’m glad you think so.” He smiled. He wouldn’t stop staring at me, and he had on his cute little smile. After 5 minutes I finally had to know what was up.

“okay Sammy, what’s up.” I smiled, setting my fork down.

“nothing.” He smiled.

“you’ve been staring at me for like 5 minutes now.”

“sorry, you’re just so beautiful.” He said, sliding out of his seat, and taking my hand.

“you’re so corny.” I laughed, turning away. I hated blushing.

He got down on one knee in front of me, and dug around in his pocket. Was he? No, he’s done this shit before, out at a park and stuff, getting on one knee and then pulling some shit like tying his shoe or something. But this was different than all his other times.

He pulled out a small little box and smiled up at me.

“oh my god.” I gasped.

“please (y/n), don’t.” he spoke. I shot him a confused look. “I have this whole speech planned out.” He laughed. I smiled at him and he took a deep breath.

“(y/n) I love you so much. We’ve been through it all together, and the more I thought about it, nothing made more sense than to ask my best friend to spend the rest of my life with me. So (y/n), baby, will you please marry me.” He asked, looking up at me hopeful.

“yes Sammy!” I shrieked, jumping up and pulling him up with me and jumping into his arms. We rocked back and forth. When we finally pulled apart he kissed me, and then took my hand and slid the ring on.

I couldn’t help but stare. It was so beautiful.

We paid for our meal after spending a little more time there and then headed home. The whole ride home I couldn’t stop kissing him. I was snuggled into his side and kept kissing his cheek and neck, muttering ‘I love you.’

We got home and headed inside, Sammy slamming the door behind us. He grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against his chest. He stared in my eyes and then his lips were on mine and I was pushed against the door, Sammy’s tongue down my throat.

We pulled away, breathless.

“ma.” He whispered, his hot breath on my ear turning me on so much more than his roaming hands.

“yes daddy?” I asked so innocently, looking up at him with big eyes. He groaned and ground himself into me, feeling his member harden.

“let’s take this upstairs.” He spoke into my neck as his lips found their way to attach to my skin. I let out a tiny moan and Sammy pulled away with a smirk, stepping back allowing me to walk in front of him.

The second we got up to our room, Sammy slammed the door and turned to face me as I was standing right in front of our king size bed.

“clothes off. Now.” He demanded, watching me strip. His eyes raked my naked body head to toe. He slowly walked over to me and stopped in front of me. He lightly placed his hand on my waist, and slowly dragged it up my side.

I slowly started to undo the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off his arms and then trailing my hand down his chest, stopping at his belt. His lips were on my neck and I slowly undid his belt, and the zipper and pulling his pants and boxers down.

We walked over to the bed, him gently laying me down and crawling on top of me. Slowly kissing from my chest up my neck and meeting my lips. He grinded into me, feeling his member rubbing against my clit. The friction causing me to moan into his mouth.

“Sammy. Please.” I whined. He smiled down at me.

“I can’t wait to make love to my fiancé.” He said lowly.

“Sammy.” I smiled, our lips meeting.

I felt him slide the tip in, causing me to moan out a little bit. Then he pushed all the way in, slowly, filling me all the way up.

“Sammy.” I whined, lifting my hips, signaling I needed more. Sammy smirked against my neck and started to move. Deep and slow, then picking up his pace a bit. Sammy brought his hand down and started rubbing my clit.

Our skin was slapping together, and moans were filling the room. My back was arched up off the bed as I reached my climax. Sammy finishing shortly after. Riding out our highs together. Sammy rolled off me, laying down next to me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into him, getting all cuddly and cute.

“damn ma” Sammy breathed, kissing my cheek.

“that was-“ I breathed out, and Sammy finished my sentence for me. “great.” He huffed.

“I can’t wait to be married ma.” Sammy said, tilting my head a bit, and kissing my lips.

“me either.” I smiled, snuggling into him some more. “I love you Sammy.”

“I love you too (y/n).” he said, holding me tighter.

Story time!

For Christmas, @ktk313 made this photo for me.  We both always joke about how each of us act like Cas/Dean and Misha/Jensen at times and have a really strong friendship.  I decided to get it signed at phxcon.  Here are their reactions:

First up was Misha. He just signed it and didn’t really say much about it to me (probably because I distracted him with an auto for my friend who was too scared to get it herself). BUT he did have a pretty funny interaction with Kristen. She was right behind me getting our Misha op from earlier that day signed. As I was leaving the table, I joked about how he should sign her auto to me and walked away.

Misha realized she was the other head in the photo and told her, “It’s very romantic,” to which she replied that we were just really good friends.

Since Jensen was the next day, and since Misha thought it was destiel/cockles themed, I made sure to tell him “Misha thought this was romantic yesterday, but in fact we’re just really good friends with a friendship that could rival yours and Misha’s.”

Jensen replied, “Well, some people see this photo as romantic.”

And I pretty much died right there at the table.