i want a party like that

Maximum Overkill

I had created a mysterious organization that the players were meant to spent several sessions following leads around the city. Our rogue, instead, successfully befriended a small group of them and lead our party to their apartment where an enemy with 4 max HP awaited them.

DM: Okay, so, your buddies aren’t home. The only person there is the cranky wizard who didn’t like you or your partying last night. You guys are out in the alley with a homeless person and his cat.

Fighter: Can I roll Animal Handling to pet his cat? -succeeds check-

DM: Sure, no problem.

Ranger: I want to pet the cat too! -crit fails-

DM: Alright well as you approach the cat, she runs away.

Rogue: I want to sneak up to the window to see what the mage is doing.

DM: He’s sitting on the couch staring at the wall since video games haven’t been invented yet.

Fighter: Okay cool, so can I barge in there while Case (the rogue) covers us?

Rogue: Wait! Wait! He might be really strong. Let me shoot him once.

DM: …You want to shoot him?

Rogue: Well, just like in the leg or something so that if he is really powerful we’ll have a good amount of damage on him.

DM: Okay, so you want to shoot him in the leg. That’ll probably not be lethal.

Rogue: Actually, I want to shoot him in the dick. -rolls a crit for a total of 25 damage out of his 4HP-

DM: Okay well you Robin Hood that shit straight down the shaft and out his asshole so…

Fighter: Uh, is he dead?

DM: He was dead on impact. Yes. Matilda (NPC Demolitionist) goes outside and sits beside the house, sobbing with sympathy pain. Baxter (her wife) goes to comfort her.

Rogue: I didn’t mean to kill him!

DM: Well, you did. You shot him in the dick for 625% of his HP so he’s very dead.

Rogue: I write down “oops” on a piece of paper and hand it to Jasper.

DM: WHAT?! Who’s Jasper? I-

Rogue: No, no, I meant Baxter!

DM: Nope, nope, you write down “oops” and hand it to Jasper, the homeless man. He runs from you as fast as he can with fear in his eyes.

Rogue: Okay, well, now I hand it to Baxter.

Come Home Harry, Come Home Part 3 (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: “Y/N is 5 months pregnant, and Harry gets into a car accident.  The car accident affected Harry severely with a loss of memory.”

Requested: yes

Warnings: divorce, delivery problems

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, it’s been a bad week. Thank you for sending in ideas and voting on your favorites! I hope you enjoy.

Part 2

Originally posted by growgardens

Come Home, Harry, Come Home (Part 3)

“You’re agreeing to the divorce?” Gemma asks, as she visited you after hearing the news.

“Yes, he doesn’t remember anything. And I agree with him, it’s not fair to him, if he really doesn’t remember, that he would live a life with a woman he doesn’t know, and a baby that he would think is his.”  You explain playing around with your wedding ring.

“I should really take this off.” You say, taking off your ring, “Can you give it back to him? I don’t think I can see him.” You say, handing it to her, not looking at her.

“I can’t take that ring. I don’t believe that you should agree to the divorce. He loves you, he’s just out of it right now. He will remember, you have to fight for this Y/N.” Gemma says.

“But I can’t.” You say defeated. “He said my worst fear. That I am holding him back. I have felt that way the entire time we have been together. I’m not famous, I am the girl from back home, and he gave up what could have been his party days, where he could have been dating any girls, and touring everywhere, to marry me, and start a family at 23.”

Gemma breathes out, and seems to think of what to say next.

“You’ve known my brother for a few years now, but I have known him for his entire life. The fame life does not faze him. The partying, the hooking up, that’s not satisfying to him. He always wanted to be married and have a family. When he met you, I had never seen him so happy, it was like when he would get off stage from performing in front of an awesome crowd. He told everyone about you, he wanted all of us to like you. And whenever we would joke about marriage, he was always serious about saying you would be the one he was going to marry. Y/N, I am begging you, you can’t just give up. Because one day he is going to wake up and remember everything, and you won’t be there. And he will feel like he ruined everything. It will kill him.’” Gemma says, almost begging.

You feel tears in your eyes, but you shake your head, “I’m sorry Gemma, I can’t. I have to go, I need to get prepared for our meeting tomorrow.” You say getting up, not looking at Gemma, because if you do, you will cry.

“I’m sorry.” You say softly again, before walking out.

After you drive home, you are lying in bed rubbing your nine month size stomach.

“Hi baby girl.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I’m sorry that I have been crying a lot, and that I have been stressed, I’m sorry, but mommy is going through a lot, but I promise you, after tomorrow we are going to have a new life tomorrow. And we are going to be okay, just you and me.”  You say feeling tears fall down your face.

“We’re going to be okay, love. We’re going to be okay.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I can’t wait to see you, and hug you and kiss you. I will see you soon. Good night love.”

After about two hours of sleep, you wake up to a very uncomfortable feeling.

“What’s going on baby?” You ask, rubbing your stomach, and then you get the feeling again. And then, you feel liquid go down your thighs.

“Oh, you’re coming. Oh my God you’re coming.” You say pushing yourself up, off the bed.

You grab your phone from off your nightstand, and dial the Gemma’s number.

“Answer Gemma, answer.” You beg, breathing out at another contraction.

After a few more rings, she answers.

“Y/N?” you hear Gemma say very tiredly.

“Gemma” you breathe out.

“Y/N? Oh my God are you okay?” She asks worried, hearing your heavy breathing.

“The baby.” You breathe out. “She’s coming.”

“I will be right over.  You hang in tight alright. Just breathe, and count the time between the contractions.” She says.

“I will, just come quick.” You say trying to control your breathing.

Within fifteen minutes, Gemma is there, helping you, get up, and grabbing the hospital bag.

After she gets you in the car, she tells you, “I called Harry, he is coming. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to, but he is the father, and even if you said that you didn’t want him there, I know you would want him there.”

“No, it’s okay. That’s-“ You breathe out, “it’s good. He should be there, it’s the birth of his daughter.”

“Alright sister, we’re here. You ready?” She says, unbuckling her seat belt, and reaching over to unbuckle you.

“Yes, let’s do this.”

When you both get into hospital, you see Harry sitting in one of the waiting rooms, and when he sees you, he immediately gets up, and wraps one of your arms around him, helping you walk.

“I got you a room.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say, not looking at him, knowing it is too hard.

As you get into the room, Harry helps you lay down, and immediately nurses, and a doctor comes in.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Styles” the doctor says, “I am Doctor Carlino, and I will be delivering your daughter today.” She says smiling.

“How far in between each contraction?” She asks one of the nurses.

“6 minutes”, says the nurse, and she starts preparing you for your epidermal shot.

“Put your legs up” the doctor says, which you do.

“You are close to full dilation. Just a few more inches, you’ll be ready, just hang in there sweetheart.” She says, holding your hand. “First time parents?” She asks, looking between you and Harry.

“Yes.” You say, before Harry could answer.

“You two are a beautiful couple, your daughter is going to be very lucky.”

“Thank you” Harry says politely.

After about two hours, Doctor Carlino comes, in and checks you again, “you are at full dilation.”

“Now, I am going to need you to start pushing.”

As soon and your start pushing, you begin to feel weak.

“Doct-“ you try to say, “doct” you try again.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Doctor Carlino asks, looking up.

“Grab the oxygen tank.” She orders to the nurses.

“What is happening?” Harry asks concerned.

“Your wife is preeclampsia.” She says.

“What, what does that mean?” He asks.

“It means that we need to deliver this baby now.”

“What if we-“

“Mr. Styles, it is my job as a doctor to do the best that I can do. I need you to let us do our job. I am going to make sure you go home with both your baby and your wife. We need to deliver your daughter, to prevent injuries to your wife. But Mr. Styles, I need to know right now, if it comes down to it, who do you choose, you wife or your daughter?”

It is in that moment, where Harry looks at you, and everything comes back. He remembers seeing you when he came back home to visit the bakery and seeing that you took his job. He remembers your first date where you made the first move and kissed him that night. He remembers your first Christmas together, buying the apartment together, him proposing to you, and all of your friends and family running in afterwards to congratulate you both. He remembers you walking down the aisle at your wedding, and feeling the wind knocked out of him of how gorgeous you looked. He recalls the day he came home, to having you run up and jump on him to tell him you’re pregnant. He remembers waking up that morning before the car accident, and rubbing your stomach and speaking to your daughter. Then it comes back to him what you said to him when he was asleep.

“The baby.” You answer before he can. “You save the baby.” You say looking at him.

“You do everything in your power to make sure our baby girl gets out safe, don’t worry about me, and just make sure our daughter is born.” You say to the doctor.

“Love” Harry tries to say.

“Harry, I am a fighter. Don’t worry about me. I can do this.” You say looking at him, then grabbing your stomach in pain.

“Mr. Styles, you need to leave.” One of the nurses says.

“But-“ He says looking up, trying to see you, but suddenly he can’t, as he just sees the back of nurses and doctors.

“Mr. Styles, you need to trust us, that we will do our job.” The nurse says.

“Please, just please have me bring home my daughter and my wife.” Harry says feeling tears fill his eyes, “please.”

And then Gemma comes, up and grabs Harry, and hugs him while he cries.

They both don’t say anything, but Gemma just holds him, rubbing his back.

“Gemma” He says looking down at his sister. “I, I messed it up.” He says. “I wanted to divorce the love of my life, the mother of my child.  And I can’t even apologize to her, or tell her I love right now. Or I might not ever, I- I” Harry says breathing heavily, with tears streaming down his face.

“Harry, right now, you need breathe. You know Y/N, she is a fighter. And she will make it through this. You need to believe in her.”

After an agonizing hour and a half, the doctor finally comes out.

Harry immediately stands up, and rushes to her. “How is she? My daughter, my wife? How are they?”

“Your daughter is like your wife, a fighter.”

“They are okay?” He asks.

“Yes, you can go in and seem them. Congratulations.” She says, grabbing his shoulder.

Harry does not hesitate, and walk into the room. When he walks in, he feels all the air leave his lungs. He sees you, with no makeup, and your hair sticking to the side of your face due to the sweat, and in that moment, you look as gorgeous when you walked down the aisle. And then he looks at your daughter in your arms, and he feels tears stream down his face.

“And look love, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here to see you.” You say to your daughter looking at him.

Harry walks over, and looks at your daughter.

“Can, can I hold her?” He asks you.

“Yes.” You say, carefully placing your daughter in Harry’s arms.

“Hi baby.” He says looking down at her. “It’s your daddy. You are so beautiful, you definitely got your beauty from your mom.” He says looking over at you.

“I wasn’t here for a little while, and I’m sorry. But your mommy did a very good job taking care of you and keeping you safe. She’s great isn’t she? We’re both very lucky. But, I am here now, and I am not going to be leaving you or mommy if I can help it. Okay?”

Then a nurse comes over, to grab your daughter to clean her off, and put her down to sleep.

Harry walks over to you and grabs your hand, “You kept the ring. You still wear it.”

“Yes, I tried to give it to Gemma, but she wouldn’t take it. She kept telling me to fight for us.”

“Were you going to fight for us?” He asks, playing with the ring on your finger.

“I wasn’t going to fight the divorce.” You say. “If you wanted it, I would agree with it. I just want you to be happy.”

“I don’t want the divorce.” He says.

“What?” You ask confused, looking up at him.

“I remember everything. I can’t have you leave me. I need you, I need the both of you. Please.” Harry begs.

“I am not going anywhere. Neither of us. We are staying right here.” You say grabbing his hand. “I promise.” You say grabbing his hand and kissing it.

A/N: THAT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND I AM SORRY AND I’M ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think!

Requested imagine •29 Monty

can you do an imagine with monty where he and the reader have been dating and he cheats on her at jessica’s party. the reader gets really angry at him and they broke up but monty try everything to have her back. the end is up to you but i’d like a really fluffy end. just want you to know that i really love your blog

You walk around the party searching for your boyfriend, Monty, he texted you to say he had arrived but you couldn’t find him anywhere “hey Jess have you seen Monty?” You asked her and she gave you a strange look “uh bathroom maybe?” She muttered and walked away, you were confused at her reaction but brushed it off. You continued up stairs when you heard giggling, walking around the corner there was your boyfriend kissing another girl “um, what the fuck are you doing?” You snap, surprised at yourself becoming angry so quick “y/n! I can explain!” Monty stuttered walking towards you, you just slapped him then walked back downstairs, you could feel people looking at you and you now realised that people knew he’d been cheating, angry and mortified you stormed out of the party and went straight home.

You had been ignoring Monty’s calls and texts for days now, you’d blocked him on Facebook but today you had to return to school, walking through the front doors you had made sure to look your best, tight black jeans with heeled boots, a loose off the shoulder top and your hair curled. You gained stares from all the jocks, especially Monty, who looked like a wreck, with a red face and cuts on his knuckles. It was no wonder you gained these looks as you normally came to school dressed more casually. You strutted right past Monty and didn’t even look at him “y/n wait!” He pleaded as he followed you through the hallways “what do you want?” You mutter as he catches up and walks beside you “I want you” he replies as if it was even an option, you laugh at him and walk away.

You weren’t talking to many people as you knew they knew where Monty was that night. “Hey y/n how you holding up?” Zach asks sitting next to you in class, “ugh how do you think” you reply and he scoffs “I’m on your side, what he did was disgusting” zach said nudging you “seems like you’re the only one” you reply “nah he knows he’s fucked up, he’s been camped out at bryces for a week not eating or sleeping, just crying and calling you” zach replied, you had to admit hearing that did make your heart jump a little “why’d he do it then?” You mumble looking at your hands “you should just talk to him, let him explain” zach said, instantly you felt fury again “he’s put you up to this hasn’t he!?” You snap at him and his head sinks “no, seriously I’m telling the truth” he protests “bullshit he’s told you to say all of this” you grumble just as the bell rings and you storm out of class.

You get to your locker and nearly rip the door off in rage when you noticed flowers inside and a note “meet me at bryces at 7pm xxx” you sigh as you see he’s bought you the biggest bouquet you’ve ever seen. Deciding to go and meet him, you drive over to bryces just before 7 and walk through the garden to the summer house, knowing he’d be there, knocking on the door Monty answers, wearing a black shirt and black jeans, he looks a lot better than he did at school “I’m glad you came” he mumbles and leads you inside, the place has been transformed into a candle lit cuddle area with pizza and snacks “I hope you’re hungry” he says nervously and you take off your jacket and sit down “I’m sorry y/n” he breaks down you’re shocked by his tears, you’ve never seen them before “why did you do it” you ask coldly “she kissed me, in the middle of the party and everyone saw, I told her to back off but she wouldn’t and when I mentioned you she told me she’d blackmail me anyway if I didn’t fuck her so I made up a plan to get her upstairs and lock her in the bathroom, jessicas bathroom locks from the outside, and then I was going to find you and explain about the crazy bitch and show her that you’re the only one I want. She kissed me again though at the top of the stairs and that’s when you saw” he explained through sobs “
the story sounded believable, do you believe it or what you saw? You ask yourself “I can usually tell when you’re lying Monty” you tell him and he looks up “and what can you tell now? Because I’m not lying” he says and you give a little laugh “no I don’t think you are lying” you say and he smiles “it’s the truth I swear, I would never cheat on you” he states and you nod, you make yourself comfortable and extend your arms for Monty to join you on the sofa/cuddle area he’d built, he quickly lays next to you and you snuggle up to each other, not saying a word and just enjoying each other “by the way that slap really hurt” Monty stated, now not crying, you burst into laughter only just remembering what you did “in sorry baby, is that why you had a red face?” You ask him and he nods “I thought you’d been fighting, wow please don’t hate me” you say feeling a little worried “I could never” he whispers and kisses you softly “let’s forget it all happened and just carry on with being the cutest couple ever” he adds in between kisses.

surgery recovery analysis, week 1

-everyone does whatever i want and i’m abusing their good will. no regrets
-this includes but is not limited to making them fetch things for me, picking the food, and asking for starbucks
-GIFTS!!! including voltron lion toys, build-a-bear teddy, various flowers, clothing, makeup and food
-my sister decorates whatever room i’m in so it’s always a party
-no one calls me out when i’m being fussy
-i get to do embarassing shit like watch old shows and cry, and they’re not allowed to make fun of me
-i need to eat a lot of protein and i’m interpreting this as permission to eat whatever i want as long as they contain protein. i.e., ridiculous amount of sushi
-i get to lay in bed and read all day
-said bed is a rented hospital bed and it’s so much fun to play with the remote

-i still don’t have my ok to shower
-ITCHING!!!! i cant stress this enough. itchy stitches are the universes way of punishment for my wrongdoings
-given the chance i’d literally and physically fight surgical drains, i hate them with the passion of thousand suns. they hurt, they tug, they leak, they messy hoes
-sometimes i get this false confidence that i can do a thing and my body goes like “um. how dare u. here’s pain.”
-a comfortable sleeping position is a gift from the twelve greek gods and you must complete their rigorous trials to find it
-stiff muscles that refuses to relax, yikes. somewhere is bound to crack whenever i move
-as if surgery recovery wasn’t taxing enough my body decided it’d be fun if i had my period the same week. my uterus is formally invited to meet me in the pit
-fucking hell i’m bored

You know what makes me sad about Akechi

When you have him in your party, during hold out meetings he always stands alone and in Sae’s palace he sits alone in the safe rooms.

I think he had the mentality of not wanting to indulge in the fantasy of having friends and teammates. He’s always alone and even with others by his side he knew it wasn’t going to last so he didn’t want to get attached.

Even until the end, he always felt like he had to choose to be alone.

  • Nobunaga: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad. I just want to know.
  • Mitsuhide: I did. I broke it...
  • Nobunaga: No. No, you didn't. Hideyoshi?
  • Hideyoshi: Don't look at me. Look at Toshiie.
  • Toshiie: What?! I didn't break it.
  • Hideyoshi: Huh. That's weird. How did you even know it was broken!
  • Toshiie: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!
  • Hideyoshi: Suspicious.
  • Toshiie: No it's not!
  • Katsuie: If it matters, probably not... Lady Oichi was the last one to use it.
  • Oichi: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Katsuie: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Oichi: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Katsuie!
  • Mitsuhide: Alright let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Milord.
  • Nobunaga: No. Who broke it?
  • Hideyoshi: [whispering] Milord, Ieyasu's been awfully quiet...
  • Ieyasu: Really?!
  • Hideyoshi: Yeah, really!
  • ...
  • Nobunaga: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

I tried posting this yesterday but tumblr was bein a lil bitch so. I have given this some thought, and I can’t be the only one??? What about the real, the icky stuff of the inquisition?? Like

• the inquisitor walking funny because she has a damp cloth full of satans tears in her breeches. I mean. It just won’t stay put.

• someone stopping the whole travellers party because they ate a suspicious sausage and the time to poop is Now

• Hair??? Its always bouncy and shiny where as I can’t lay down on my couch for one god damn minute without it looking like I stuck a fork into the electrical socket

• WHAT. IS UP. with the smut that goes “oo bby u just got home from battle and non stop travel imma eat you out like a buffé, schlurp”

• Also sweaty penipses. Dick cheese. (Alistair approves)

• I would like to hear some accidental battle-poots, Bioware. Everyone farts. And it would be funny, because that is who I am as a person.
Iron Bull putting a bit too much force into his swing and prrrrrf.
I’d die laughing

•Solas drinks his tea to help his constipation.
(Now we know why he is so grumpy)


Reader x Stiles Stilinski


Imagine: being in love with Stiles for ages but he never notices, until one day, after a run away from a party, he tells you how he feels about you and things get heated.

Warnings: SMUTTY (oh yeah) SIN, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, swearing and sex. Little bits of fluff.

Word Count: 3336

A dose of neat whiskey lied half empty in front of me as I tapped carelessly at the wooden table, observing the crowd dancing in front of me like there was no tomorrow. This whole thing was so not me! I had no idea why I let Lydia convince me it was going to be good to leave my beloved bed and the Star Wars marathon I was about to start to go to a party.

Oh, damn, who was I trying to fool? I knew why I had come. My dear best friend used the two magic words that could get me anywhere she wanted: Stiles Stilinski. Martin had said he would be there, meaning there was no slight hesitation on the loud yes I gave as a response.

Although it was embarrassing to admit, the pale, clumsy boy had been my crush, and one of my best friends, ever since we met, a few years back. It was not actually my fault that he had mesmerising honey brown eyes that seemed capable of burning my entire soul to the ground. Or that his weird personality matched mine somehow. However, despite my tiring attempts, Stiles just could not see how much I wanted to be more than his friend. Ultimately, that made me despise the feelings I had inside, hiding them away.

“Y/N?” A deep, masculine voice snapped me out of the trance I was in. Then, right after it, Stiles’ hand brushed my left shoulder, which made me look back, partially scared, partially confused. Seeing my sudden messy state, he gave me a cheeky smile and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t.” I shrugged, looking away from him as I finally gulped down the rest of my drink. It was my very subtle way to disguise the nervousness he caused on me. “What are you doing here, Stiles?”

“Uh, you had this awful boredom on your eyes and I thought I might be your saviour tonight.” His warm laugh made my heart skip a beat. Fuck. Definitely not a fair game, Stilinski. “Are you going to keep staring or are you going to say something? Because it’s kind of creepy. Not that I mind, though, I’m into creepy stuff, so-”

“For God’s sake, can’t you shut up?” The brown haired boy gazed at me in disbelief, his eyes wide whilst his bottom lip puckered up and formed an adorable pout. I was not able to hold the genuine smile that slipped at such sight. “That’s much better.”

“I was just trying to be helpful!”

“Okay, if you really, really, want to help me, then I guess you could give me a ride home? I’m done with this party.”

“Tell you what, I have a better idea.”

“I don’t trust your ideas, Stiles.” He scrunched his brows together, earning a soft chuckle from me. “They always lead straight to trouble.”

“I’m truly hurt by your lack of trust in me.” Both of us shared a giggle. “Come. Let me take you to my favourite place.”

“Can’t say I’m not scared.”

“Don’t be such a wuss, Y/N/N.” Stilinski muttered while I went back to my feet, feeling more ready than ever to leave that sweaty, filled with inconvenient people, room. “I promise you there won’t be any regrets.”

“I’m betting on it.”

Without any further words, he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and dragged me out of that dreadful celebration. While running to escape, we bumped into a whole bunch of people who were making out at the dance floor, which got us several angry yells. Not that we cared, though.

Outside, the night seemed to be outstandingly beautiful. A shy, pale moon cut through the greyish clouds, shining dots scattered across the sky, the tall trees swung lightly to the cold breeze, crickets cricked happily… Simply the perfect scenario for the ending of a romantic film.

“Don’t you love this?” The question crawled out of my lips as I contemplated the complexity standing before me. “I mean… It’s so astonishing! So beautiful!”

“You are so cheesy!” Stiles joked, squeezing my hand, that still lied on his tepid one, and giving me a playful wink. “But I have to admit, it is indeed a gorgeous view.”

We stayed there for a minute, maybe two, just enjoying each other’s presence and the landscape. Our entire friendship was based on these moments, where he and I could just shut up and feel comfortable in the silence. It’s those times you just know you found someone special.

Clamping my bottom lip between my teeth, I dared to direct my eyesight to him, catching his blissful state. The eyes I loved so much seemed to be lost in thoughts, whilst his mouth hung open, somewhat curled into a smirk. I knew that face very well: his mind was working on something. A mischief.

“Oh no, Stiles.”

“What?” Now the naughty smile was wide on his face. That man could not disguise anything even if he wanted to. “Come on, we’ve stayed here for too long already. I want to show you something.”

That said, he walked towards his old blue jeep. Considering I moved in a much slower pace than him, Stiles got there before me and calmly leant against the passenger’s door, waiting patiently. Man, is it weird that I found it incredibly sexy? Because I did. All I wanted to do was rip his clothes off and hump his brains out against that bloody car of his until we both had lost our voices.

“Where are we going?” I quizzed, a while later, glancing over the window. The cold wind stung my cheeks, which should be, by now, red as a pair of tomatoes. “If you’re taking me to the woods, forget it. I want to go home.”

“Chill.” Stilinski laughed, his right hand landing sneaky on my thigh. “I sensed you needed a romantic date, so I’m taking you to a special place.”

“A date? Are you insane?” Stifling a chuckle, I pierced my eyes on him, investigating if this was some sort of joke. “And since when do you do romantic dates?”

“OK, this was Lydia’s idea.” He exhaled, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. “She said you were sad because some guy had blown you off.”

“She did?”

“Yep.” Nodding, Stiles glanced at you, his irises carrying a hint of anger. “I was stunned when she told me. I mean, how could a guy do that? It’s you, for fuck’s sake.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly a big deal, Stiles.”

“What are you talking about? You are beautiful! No sane guy would be able to resist you.”

“Really?” My chest was suddenly heavy with hope for what was to come. “So, in that subject, can I ask you a question?”


“Are you one of those guys? The ones who wouldn’t be able to resist me?”

“Yes.” The brown haired boy stated, fiercely, stopping the car and locking his gaze on me, eating me alive with it. “Even I wouldn’t be able to fight against you. Especially me, actually.”

In a second, he shortened the space between us, crashing his soft pink lips on mine in a loving kiss without thinking twice. And if I were to be honest, I did not want him to.

Moving carefully through the solid rocks, we found a spot that permitted us to observe the entire city, a remarkable sight. Stiles was not wrong when he said it was going to be a memorable night; the place was completely perfect, so was the declaration Stilinski performed earlier. 

I sat down, my legs bouncing back and forth, and watched him take a seat by my side, a goofy grin etched to his face. Surely I had the same one enlightening my traits, for I still could not bring myself to believe he had actually confessed to have feelings for me. Shoot, I would never forget this moment. Not ever.

“This is what you call a romantic date, Stiles? Bringing me to an old, dead end place?”

“Come on, Y/N, you have to admit it is unique! And lovely as well.”

“I’m just kidding.” The younger Stilinski snaked an arm around my shoulders, pulling me towards his chest, which I did happily. “This is wonderful. Just what I needed.”

“You should have told me sooner.” He whispered, a little later, stroking my hair smoothly.

“That I liked you? Yeah, I know. I should’ve, but I was so scared I was going to lose your friendship…”

“Listen to me: there’s no chance in hell you’re going to lose me. I’m the one who might not handle such a powerful woman like yourself.”

“My ego is skyrocketing right now.” A soft giggle fell from my lips as he squeezed me even tighter. It felt good to feel his skin’s warmth on mine. “I’m still surprised, though. I never saw this coming.”

“You didn’t? Come on! The signs were all over the place.”

“I was always with Lydia, so I thought it was because of her. Not me.”

Stiles, out the blue, pushed me away from him. Afterwards, he swiftly grasped my chin, raising it so we could look at each other properly. I was not going to deny: I did not stand a chance against the sinful brown that was staring at me soaked in tenderness. It broke down my every defense, leaving me completely vulnerable to him. However, there was no need for hiding any more: our feelings were a hundred percent mutual.

“Lydia was a huge part of my life, that’s true, but everything changed when I met you, this Y/E/C eyed beauty who came out nowhere and won me over.”

“Damn.” I muttered, wetting my lips as they curved into a shy grin. “I don’t know what to say, really.”

“Why don’t you just kiss me?” Stilinski had a naughty beam enlightening his traits once he placed both of his hands on each side of my neck, bringing us closer together. “The whisky taste on your mouth was incredibly delicious earlier.”

“That’s such a cheesy line!”

“Oh yeah?” Hesitantly chewing my bottom lip, I confirmed what I had said and his eyes darkened. “I’m going to show you who’s cheesy.”


Not bothering to reply, Stiles abruptly picked me up, put me on his shoulder and took me back to where he had parked his car. Once there, I was placed on the car hood, my legs wide so he could stand in between them. His mint scented breath fanned over my face, making me gasp, curling my toes. It was a mix of sensations I had barely experimented before.

“Ever since I met you” Stiles’ murmured hoarsely close to my ear. His digits slided down my belly until they reached the waist of my trousers, popping the button open, which provoked a surprised pant to escape from me. “I’ve been imagining what would you taste like. I bet you’re sweet.”

I groaned, blindingly trying to grasp any inch of his body and pull him to me. He chuckled at my attempts, pinning my hands up against the cold metal while stealing a quick peck. Thereafter warning me to stay still, Stilinski went back to my pants, getting them off alongside my panties in one pull.

“Look at that!” His fingers slithered through my inner thigh, dangerously near to my core. “Such a nice pussy you have.”


“Yes?” He hummed, now bent over me. It was hard to concentrate with fucking Stiles Stilinski’s face only inches away from the centre of my legs. Urgh, I wanted him to dive in on me once and for all so badly. “So wet, gorgeous.”

With those words floating in the air, a thumb glided across my entrance, earning a mellow moan from me due to the intimate contact. I never would have imagined that Stiles was this huge teaser, but there he was, licking his fingers clean from my arousal. Glueing my thighs together, I tried to create friction in order for me to ease the ache on my core.

“Easy, kitten. I don’t want us to rush things.”

“Are you trying to torture me?” I blurted out and, probably as way to punish me, he savoured a patch of bare skin awfully close to where I wanted his God damned mouth to be. “Because that’s exactly what you’re doing.”

“Fine.” Exhaling loudly, the boy shrugged and agreed. “If you want it so desperately, I guess I can give you a treat.”

“I do want it!”

Giggling, Stiles clutched my hips, bringing them towards his face and finally consumed the act, skilfully swirling his tongue on my throbbing clit, gaining a surprised heave. As the man worked his magic, I could not help the series of girlish groans that broke the established silence. Yet, he appeared to be enjoying them, for I could literally feel the smile against my slit as he pounded in and out of me.

A tension started to form on my lower stomach, making me gasp desperately. Without thinking straight, I gave my breasts, which were still covered by the black shirt I was wearing, rough squeezes, increasing considerably the blissful sensation. Everything was pushing me towards an intoxicating release. However, forbidding me to archive it, the boy simply stopped moving and I whined, thwarted.


“You see, gorgeous, I want you to cum around my cock, not my tongue.”

“Shit.” I cursed, gazing at him whilst wetting my lips; he grunted at the sight and I smirked, satisfied. “What are you waiting for?”

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful! So delicious. I wish I would have done this sooner.”

“It’s lovely. It really is, but I need your precious dick buried deep in my pussy.” Upon hearing my request, Stiles choked on his breath. “Uh, did I make the big bad teaser nervous?”

“Not at all, beautiful.”

“Then come on, do it already!”

Sighing, he pushed down his khakis, allowing me to finally see how excited he was. His length was hard underneath his black briefs, which got my mouth watering to have a taste. Although, by the looks of it, I would not have that chance. Not now at least. Ultimately, my beloved friend got rid of the last clothe piece keeping us from giving into the desire we both had within. A second later, Stilinski yanked my ankles, bringing my bottom half towards him, causing my back to fall on the cold hood. This sent jitters across my whole form.


“Excuse me?”

“I want you to beg for it, my dear.”

“Haven’t I begged enough, Stiles?”

“No.” A smug grin ghosted on his face and I grunted, sexually frustrated. To have my orgasm denied was a plainly awful feeling, because it made me crave his touch even more. “I decide when you have done it enough.”

“Pretty please? Urgh, I don’t know. Just fuck me. Hard. The kind of way it will leave me unable to walk for days.”  

“Is it what you want?” He stirred, sucking a purple mark on my YSC neck.

“Yes, I do. Make me yours!”

“And that’s what I wanted to hear.”

Incapable of holding it back any further minute, he pushed his shaft inside of me and we groaned together at the raw contact. It was even more pleasurable than I had imagined; Stiles completed me. Fulfilled me. He was the very thing I lacked this entire time.

Considering the boy did not move, I had to take the first step, so I buckled my hips forwards, trying to get his attention and create a slight movement. In reality, moving was not that hard, taking into account that my pussy was slick from my arousal. The fidgety Stilinski grunted, pinning me down and starting to pound in a quick stride.

I wounded my legs around his waist, deepening the penetration and eliciting a mix of throaty moans. Never interrupting his bruising pace, his hands started to wander throughout my frame, stopping at my covered breasts and giving them a gentle clasp. At last, he, all of a sudden, ripped open my shirt, the small buttons flying everywhere, and revealed the pink mesh bra I had on. Albeit the destruction of my favourite top should have made me mad, the only effect it had was to leave me even honier.

Stiles tittered, lowering the pink piece and pinching your left peak, which, by the time, was already turgid. The pleasure was so fervent, I reached a point that I was not be sure if this was a blossom of my dreams or indeed reality; nevertheless, I did not care.

I guided my fervorous digits to my throbbing clit, swiftly uniting the unbelievable high tempo to the circling of figure eights on my bundle of nerves. Things started to get blurry as my body began to shake. It was getting harder and harder to control the spasms.

“F-fuck, babe.” I slurred, my voice hoarse and shaky. “I’m almost there.”

“Cum to me, gorgeous. I wanna’ see you come undone because of me.”

His raspy voice, alongside a deep thrust, had done it for me, urging me straight to an overwhelming orgasm. My toes curled while I arched my back, crying out his name over and over, the blissful sensation invading me in constant waves. I could not control the shaking nor the noises, the climax had won me over and all I could do was enjoy it.

“Such a nice little girl.” The brown haired Stilinski murmured, pulling my fingers into his mouth and sucking on them whilst he banged my brains out, not even offering me a chance to recover from my high. I yelled at the overstimulation and he smiled, circling the tiny bundle of nerves in between my legs. “Cum one more time for me?”

“S-Stiles, oh my God, please! I-It’s, shit, I’m going to…”

The man kept his wet hand working on me as he pulled out, breaking down and spilling his warm seed all across my belly and breasts. Despite the fact he was still grunting heavily from his ambrosial frenzy, he managed to get me off one last time. However, the second peak brought with it a pleasant surprise: a transparent liquid flow out of me, dripping frenetically down my thighs, dirtying him, his car… Everything close to me!

“Fuck, Y/N/N, did you just… Squirt?”

“I think I did.” My response fell from my lips breathlessly. “Shit.”

“Who’s cheesy now, huh? I made you fucking squirt!”

“Shut up! This has never happened before to me.”

“I’m glad I was your first, then.” Stiles laughed while helping me to stand up on my feet again, even though it was completely useless: my legs seemed to have turned into jelly. “Want me to pick you up?”

“I’d be happy if you did.”

In the meantime the honey brown eyed man collected my limp body, carefully placing me inside the car on the passenger’s seat, a phone rang at its fullest, startling both of us. He picked it up and I used the time to clean myself, using the shreds of my long lost shirt.

“Uh, yes, she’s with me. Alright, we’re on our way. Five minutes, tops. OK, bye.”

“Let me guess: Scott? Pack trouble related?”

“Yeah, he apparently discovered some clue on who the benefactor is, so…”

“I know, we have to go.”

“Tonight was wonderful, Y/N. I want you to know that.”

“It was for me too, Stiles. Luckily for us, we can have plenty of those.”

“I hope so.”

“I promise you so.”

With a goofy grin plastered on his face, Stiles ignited his car, ready to drive us back to reality. I could not help but think that, no matter what happened from now on, we would still have each other and, for me, that was more than enough.

anonymous asked:

Ok so Red! Kara using a strap on with Lena. Thoughts?

I’m not a fan of sexy time red!kara. Being on red kryponite is like her worst nightmare come to life. Did you see how much she cried in season 1 when it was out of her system? She was not making choices she would normally make, or even wanted to make, she was not in control of herself. While it brings out some of Kara’s desires (like we saw with James), it’s not Kara. It’s not the Kara that James liked and its not the person Lena likes. It’s not fulfilling a fantasy, she is a different person, and there are no lines, no safe words, no love really. I don’t think it would be something Kara would like knowing she did under the influence, it is something she would much rather take part in as a consenting party then feel like she forced herself on Lena, because I honestly think that once she’s off red k, that’s how she would feel…

You know who I think would be the BEST 3 characters to pair together?
Centipeetle, Bismuth, and Jasper.

Say they find a way to heal corruption. Centi is healed first, because Steven wants that. Then Jasper. Hopefully Bismuth is already out at this point, like she should have already been.
We have 3 totally contrasting experiences on EVERY subject.

Centi - Homeworld gem who didn’t fight in the war at all, she was just a pilot who I assume just took gems to and from Earth; so essentially an almost neutral party. Yet she still felt the reprocussions of the war, as she got corrupted unjustly. She lost all faith in her Diamonds when it became clear to her that they don’t care about their gems at all. She never knew or cared for Rose Quartz or any of the Crystal Gems. She probabyl never really cared for Earth. It was always just another planet to her.

Jasper - A Homeworld gem who fought directly in the war and was praised for being the greatest soldier on their side. Unbelievably loyal to the Diamonds, and had a genuine hatred for The Crystal Gems. Someone who despised Rose Quartz for what she did to Pink Diamond; someone who Jasper once percieved to be good. She has gone frm the very top right down to rock bottom, becoming corrupted and refusing help from someone she percieved to be evil. Someone who cares deeply for the Earth, as its her place of creation; but not in the same way as The Crystal Gems. Someone who has seen Homeworld THEN and NOW, and watched it change. After a long, and very difficult process, Jasper came to see how bad the Diamonds are. She becomes someone who feels very neutral. She can never be a Crystal Gem, but she can’t go back to Homeworld with this new perspective.

Bismuth - A diehard Crystal Gem. One who fought in the rebellion from its very early days. Incredibly loyal to her friends, and loyal to her ideals. Wanting to overthrow the Homeworld regime and liberate all gems. Someone who has never cared for the Diamonds, and sees them for what they are. Someone who loved Rose Quartz dearly as a best friend, but was betrayed by her, causing a confusing mix of sadness and anger within her. She cared for the Earth, but her main priority was always freedom for all gems, regardless of the planet that they might be on.

Those 3 provide 3 different perspectives on most, if not all, of the major plot points in SU. They’d make a very interesting team, and I’d love to see that.

A Letter about A Hero's view

“4 July year 20xx.

Good morning from the land of freedom! I am America! I know you are a bit of busy this month, I guess last time when you come to my Independence party was really a once in a blue moon chance huh? I could not celebrate my Independence day this lately because well yeah being a country is really busy, I really want to come to your place and make pie so I would not eat your food. Is it still rainy as usual?~ Mine is very hot like my body!

Just kidding! This is not this letter is about.

I wrote it because I want to say sorry over years for not being able be serious. I am half avoiding you because I don’t have any confidence to make things better like the way it should be. I can’t stop myself acting so childish altho I realized I am not your little brother anymore, and yet how can I still feel like I can rely on you? This does not makes any sense, we should be on the equal ground, no actually I am stronger right now. I left you because I thought we can cooperate on equal ground and yet you always the one who approached me first, I don’t have any courage to ask why you are the one who follow me the first on the twitter, offering friendship when I talked with a whale. You always play along with everything. How can you care so much to a man who left you?

Was it really possible to remember our own history while recovering when looking at relationship from familyship even I know it does not make any sense or logical into simply friends? How can a friendship ever developed between countries? Alliance is nothing but a signed paper”

I leaned infront of fireplace, I managed to finished to write that letter. It was a rather uncharacteristic of mine to write such letter. Heck, does anyone still even write a letter to others? Who knows.

My head haunted with what kind of face he makes, I surely does not want to hurt him and to make things awkward. Things going on and on forever with us, certainly this is not something I want to do to make him sad.

I got up, fold the letter and put it into an envelope then tossed it into fire. Watching the fire eats away my letter showed my cowardly side of not wanting him to know how wrecked ‘the hero’ is. I wore my black T-shirt and usual dark brown leather bomber jacket and put a heroic smile on my face while looking at my watch.

Surely that man, England, will be angry if I am late to the meeting. I will grant his wishes and accompany him.


Because I am the hero!

(A/N : This is my first platonic Hetalia fanfiction I ever make. I hope all of you enjoy this! I am still learning about making emotions in story, Yaayy yaay!) @hetaliafandomhub dude uh maybe some of the admin can read my story? I don’t know much people I am sorry..)

did i accidentally hit on one of my coworkers this weekend??


So backstory to this story: I am not a friendly person! It’s not on purpose - I WANT to be friendly. I’m just not good at it. I tend to end up friendly with the people around me but not ACTUAL friends with them, do u know what I mean? Like I’m p sure if u asked my coworkers what they think of me they’d be like, “very sweet, a little weird, will offer to bring me back coffee if she’s going out, sometimes tells ok jokes.” There are no problems, but I’m not on the list of people they would think to invite to their birthday party u know?

But I really like my current job and intend to stay at it for a few more years, and several of my coworkers are nice people who live in my neighborhood, and so I’ve been like, “self, you need to find a way to make friends with these people. Step out of your comfort zone, self, try asking them to hang out, you can do this.” There have been many self-pep-talks, and I am READY TO STEP UP TO BAT!


So then this Friday, I had jury duty, and one of my coworkers was also there - a lovely lady who’d already been there for like a week and was bored out of her mind. And we had a nice chat in which we gossiped about our boss a bit and also she gave me urgent advice about how to avoid being put on a jury so that I would not suffer her gruesome fate of sitting around for an entire week. It was fine!

And then Friday night she emailed me and was like, “did u get picked??” and I was like OK SELF U R MAKIN FRIENDS,  THIS IS THE NEW YOU, and I emailed her back and was like, “lol, no I escaped unscathed thanks for ur advice! It was fun seeing u outside of work, we should get a drink sometime or something!” 

And there was a long silence, and then yesterday afternoon she emailed me back and was basically like, “um…. no. but im sure ill see you at whatever end of year party we have. As a school. :)”


And then all of a sudden this morning in the shower it OCCURRED TO ME WHAT THE PROBLEM MIGHT HAVE BEEN?

Guys does my coworker think I was trying to bang her? O_O I think my coworker might think i was trying to bang her.

anonymous asked:

Ive noticed you tag Yunnie as 'lemon gin' sometimes. Whats the reason?

ahhhhhhh yes hahaha

My first ever hangover was from lemon gin. When I brought it to the dorm party everyone was like “That’s a little old fashioned isn’t it?” but they all wanted to try it and in the end they all got super drunk off of it and we had lemon gin at every party afterwards. 

So I guess the reason is - Yunhyeong is a little old fashioned but once you got a taste everyone wants some too. 

Also he causes me pain. 

also also he’s delicious

danmark-mandark  asked:

I have like a super chill crush on a girl from another class we had PE with. like I don't even know if I want to date her I just like her a lot ^^ she's really cool and I know she's bisexual and we danced together at a school party and when some dude danced up with on she just grabbed my hand and we ran outside and laughed about it and ahhhhh it was really nice.

aw nice!!

anonymous asked:

"I made you aspriin, do you want some coffee" with roman burki, like the day after a night out of partying and celebrating the dfb pokal win

They stumbled through the front door in the early hours of the morning but Roman had backed her against the wall immediately, running his hands over every inch of her body that he could touch. He was rough and handsy – which is usual when he’s been drinking – so she knew it was going to be a long night. (Not that she really cared – they were both happy and excited from celebrating Dortmund’s win, and she’s always going to say yes to sex with Roman).

She doesn’t even know how they ended up in bed or what time they got there, but she wakes up with a pounding headache and an empty bed because Roman’s already woken up.

She groans and rolls over, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep before she has to deal with her hangover, but she hears Roman making a racket in the kitchen so she decides to get up.

She doesn’t bother putting pants on before rolling out of bed and finding her way into the kitchen still half-asleep.

“Well, good morning, sweetheart,” Roman says with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“I have a hangover.”

“I figured you would. I made you coffee, did you want some aspirin?” He motions to the cup of hot coffee on the counter, which she gratefully takes it into her hands.

“Yes, please,” she takes a sip of the coffee. “What would I do without you? You’re always taking care of me.”

“Well it’s my job as your boyfriend to take care of you.”

He kisses her forehead and sets the bottle of medicine on the counter for her. Her eyebrows furrow together in confusion as she stares at him – he seems normal. No signs of a hangover, even though he had his fair share of alcohol last night, too.

“How do you never get hangovers?”

He chuckles. “I have good tolerance, I guess. I don’t know.”

“That’s not fair,” she frowns, popping two pills into her mouth before swallowing them with her coffee. “I wish I didn’t get hangovers.”

“Aw, but I like you when you’re hungover,” Roman slides his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek. “You get all cute and cuddly.”

Jumin tires to confess to you part 1

request from @peach2398

This is a slight  follow up to this fic : RFA goes on a beach vacation and Jumin sees MC for the first time in a Bikini but you can understand the plot with out reading that part too.

All you have to know is that Jumin told you that you two should have a dinner after you are back home.

I had to spilt this off since it got way to long.

words : 1,1k

A week has passed since you are back home. In the evening , after you have a chat with other RFA about the upcoming party , you get a call from Jumin. “Hello do you have time tomorrow ?” Jumin sounds like always. “Sure I have time.” You been waiting for him to call you. You are always waiting for his calls. “I am glad to hear that I thought it might be on a short notice. I wanted to invite you to that dinner I promised to you. Their are a few thinks I would like to talk to you about so it would be really nice if you could join me for that.”  

“Of course I will gladly join you Jumin.” Your feel already exited for that dinner. After your phone call

ends you look for a outfit in your stash it might be a bit early for that. You pick the perfect outfit for the location that Jumin choose you wonder what he wants to talk about. Whatever is you hope that you get the chance to tell Jumin about your feelings.

The next evening comes and you can barely wait to meet him. You two meet by the restaurant since you still have to keep the apartments address a secret. Jumin finds it quite sad that you had to come all the way here on your own. He wanted to pick you up like its proper for a date even when he just said it be a dinner but for him this is clearly a date.

As soon as he sees you in front of the restaurant his face lights up with a smile. You are really happy to see him too. “I hope you not waited too long.” Jumin wanted to arrive before you did but it took longer then he thought. “I just arrived too.” You not mind to wait for him at all.

“That is good then, shall we go inside ?”

“Yes of course Jumin.” You smile at him and together you head in the Restaurant. A waiter shows Jumin the way to the table he reserved for you. He sits opposite from you.

“You can choose whatever you want you are my guest today.”

“Thank you Jumin  that is really nice of you.” You could only image how high the prices in this restaurant are. You feel a bit out of place even when you dressed the best way possible.

“You look really great tonight by the way.” Jumin seems to read your mind but his words are sounding honest and they make you feel more secure.

You both order your food and talk a bit that is when Jumin gets a call and has to take it quickly. You are left behind alone. In that moment the wine you had ordered comes. Then suddenly a familiar face comes to your table its V.

“Oh what are you doing here what a surprise its is rare to see you.” You find it funny that he is also here too.

“Yes I was not meaning to interrupt you with your dinner. I see you are not alone here…” V looks a bit worried for a moment.

“Yes I am here with Jumin and what about you V ?” You smile kindly to him and you feel a slight sense of relive from V.

“I had a meeting with a potential guest but they canceled last minute.” V sighs slightly.

“That is bad V but I am sure their had their reasons.”

“Yes of course other then that the preparations run really well.”

“Yeah a lot of people already agreed to come.” You think on the long list of guests that you have at the apartment.

“V what are doing here ?” Jumin comes back and sees V standing awfully close to you.

“Jumin I had no idea you would be here I just where talking about the party.” V seems to feel a bit guilty.

“I heard that you had planned to meet someone today but I never imaged it would be here.” Jumin not really had asked V where the meeting is either but it really seems a odd coincidence to him.

“Now where that plan failed you could join us we still have to talk about the party and its ever hard to reach you.” Their are still thinks left to disgust so maybe this would be a great opportunity even when it ruin your plan to talk in private with Jumin.

“I am sorry about that I know I make this hard for you but you know you can talk about all of those thinks with Jumin. I trust his decisions completely.”

“It is really nice of you to say this but now where you are here you are free to join us to talk about everything directly.” Jumin is not to pleased but he knows how important the party is.

“You can call me later I still have some other business to attend to. Plus I already interrupted you two long enough.” V feels clearly bad that he came to you but at that point he thought that you might on a date with someone else. He would had hated for his friend to go threw something like this again.

“You not bother us V.” You feel bad that V feels that way.

“I will get going now have fun you two.” V nods and leaves you alone with Jumin.

Just a few moments later your food is brought to the table. Neither of you really gets the chance to say what you wanted to talk about since you both find it impolite to talk while you eat.

Once you are both done though you really want to tell Jumin about your feelings.  

“Now where we are both done I would like to talk about something with you.” Jumin finds it regrettable that earlier the call and then V interrupted his plan.

“Yeah their was something I wanted to talk about as well but please go on.” You smile kindly.

“You can begin if you wish.” Jumin is curious about the thinks that are on your mind. Of course it could be something that could be bad for him like your relationship with V or someone else for that matter.

“Oh no you invited me so the least I can do is to listen to you.” You feel a bit silly that you even mentioned that you wanted to tell him something. In the end this could just be some kind of business meeting or him wanting to talk about the RFA.

“Alright then I will start there is something I actual wanted to tell you for a while nw but I never got the chance to do so. I really …” Just before Jumin could say it your phone was ringing.

part 2

Who needs sleep when you have the internet and more importantly a first year throwing a loud party that broke at least three and likely more dorm rules amiright folks?

Hi guys! i’m sky and im very much new tumblr rping and all lmao, i’ve only rped on twitter, so im so sorry if i mess some things up, i’ll try not to! Here’s Kylie, she’s kinda like the real Kylie, but also more messy! here’s her app, i’ll put her bio and some wanted connections under the read more! xx

→ oh, look over there, is that kylie kristen jenner pulling up at the curb ? i’ve heard they’re nineteen and known for being a socialite.

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