will: this boy has TOO MUCH heart he cares about everyone so much i cannot believe a str8 white male character can give me so little grief everyone take notes. cheekbone game is also still strong, but with too much time covered in stubble imo
sun: SUN FUCKIN BAK i cannot believe how far my soft baby bird kickass diamond of a character has come she’s so GOOD, but she can also break your neck i love her so much. in more important news however she got reunited with her dog. heckin yes 11/10.
lito: continues being the absolute Most™ and we all love him for it. ”i’m practicing””for what?””for my future as a homeless, unemployable failure”. i mean what a fuckin Leo- also relatable as all hell. my beautiful proud gay son. what a gem.
riley: sweetest bean in the entire universe, most unrealistic part of s2 is that no one would trust her. she loves a dopey police officer from chicago so much and most importantly she really likes boning him. also shout out for her immense knowledge of graffitied hovels, v impressive.
capheus: my newest kid hit it out of the park. he doesn’t have a clue how he got here but he’s still the best person i know and if he doesn’t end up as the president of the world by the end of the series then what are we even doing here?????? also hell yeah my boy got some proud of u bud.
nomi: what the hell is this radiant angel and how is she making money. i can’t believe she’s responsible for all of the sensates not being in prison, mvp of the whole fucking show. she’s basically r2d2 if it was a hot, genius woman who fuckin OWNS it. 10/10 five stars would watch again.
wolfgang: “he doesn’t really talk” except when he does he BREAKS MY HEART. still the most problematic of all my children but i don’t care i just want him and kala to be happy god fuckin damnit. also i can appreciate the commitment to both his Look and his woman. good one dude.
kala: the rambliest and also the smartest, god bless her. honey thinks too much about good and bad when it’s so obvious that she’s a Hoe for the bad boys- specifically German bad boys with unresolved anger issues. also shot a gun and it was pretty fuckin hot tbh.
other thoughts on other characters:
whispers: hey man FUCK YOU and also FUCK OFF
jonas: what is the point of u doesn’t naveen andrews have better things to do honestly.
daniela & hernando: sometimes a family is two gay dudes and their drama queen best friend and that is beautiful..
amanita: QUEEN of supportive spouses also she loves nomi so much, can relate.
diego: i found myself whispering “no diego no” to myself and it made me laugh so there u go.
it’s so anoying that none of these things actually look like the guy, but it’s still good practice. ‘started watching Black Sails (and by that I mean ‘i have seen it all in four days’) and. well. Billy. just Billy. toopureforthispirateworld
I was just thinking about how Lea is now like a part of the major plot of Kingdom Hearts and how he’s going to train to be a key-blade master. But what really hit me was Axel really cared for Roxas romantic or platonic he really cared. So now that he is Lea and everyone is trying to get Aqua and Terra back but what about Ven? What happens when lea sees Ven? I don’t want to think too hard about it but it really hurts the heart because what if he flips out? What if he thinks Ven is roxas and is so happy his best friend is back and alive but then only let down by the fact that it isn’t Roxas its Ven. Lea got everything taken from him, his friends, his life, hell his literal heart was stolen from him. Sure he’s alive and well now but what about everything he lost? He can’t get it back. I know Lea met Ven but that was when he was very young, Ven might know its lea but Lea might mistake Ven for Roxas and it will only break his heart.
I don’t want to see my fire baby get hurt again. I want him happy damnit.
AU where the Midoriyas are witches and instead relying on the quirk he wasn’t born with, Izuku focuses on being the best Witch Hero there ever was (even if he’s the first and maybe only one)
a wand made from the tree that Katsuki fell off of while crossing a river (it took Izuku months to make just the right one, along with hair from his mother and ash from a site All Might was at)
a scrying glass made from the bottom of an old soda bottle he had to carefully polish and make after weeks of work because they couldn’t afford a real scrying glass but damn it all if that was going to stop Izuku
witch robes / skirts / dresses because spirits only laugh at witches in pants because clearly men can’t weave themselves into the spirit world (they can but it only took off within the last hundred years, so most spirits just haven’t caught on yet)
SPEAKING OF SPIRITS Izuku talks with them more than anyone else through his scrying glasses (he made a pair of scrying glass from more soda bottles and he looks ridiculous while wearing them)
Izuku has learned that spells are more instinct than actual words so as long as he can feel his spell coming together, he can make magic work (it amazed his mother with how gifted he was for spellcraft but he makes her cringe because he doesn’t use latin, only rhymes and puns)
The day Izuku got his Witch Hat (a symbol of graduation from trainee to real witch) was the day he realized he really could become a hero and both he and his mom cried for days
Bakugou doesn’t know exactly that Izuku is a witch, just that some weird things happen around that quirkless loser
Izuku’s familiar is an incredibly ugly cat that followed him home one day he named Claw Might (because he’s nice towards Izuku and mean towards pretty much everyone else although he tolerates Inko)
Izuku has a witch wardrobe specifically for battle and he does have a half second long transformation sequence (NO he is NOT a magical girl what are you talking about???) (yes he is)
Theoretically Izuku can summon demons but he’s vowed not to because they need a blood sacrifice at the minimum and blood magic is DANGEROUS
His broom riding skills are awful because he simply just hasn’t had enough practice but he’s still trying his best
All Might seriously considers giving Deku One for All but decides against it when he realizes he doesn’t want to take away Izuku’s identity as a witch (but he trains him in the proper ways of heroics regardless because there is boundless potential in that boy)
Iida first called Midoriya “Miss Witch” because he thought that was his appropriate title (and its kinda stuck)
Uraraka thinks Deku is like Kiki’s Delivery Service (he’s not)
Bakugou is pissy that he missed out on freaking magic and now he’s determined to be better than magic (lmao good luck)
Todoroki has seen Midoriya work Fire and Ice Magic and now wants him to tutor him in how to work his Ice better (Midoriya is slowly trying to convince him to work his Fire Side as well to mixed results)
Tokoyami thinks he’s literally way cooler than he really is
Aizawa may or may not have let Midoriya get away with a tardy or two because the eye-drop potions he makes are better than literally anything else he’s ever tried
Okay yes, I love cool kid JD, being all flirty with Veronica and taking her for rides on a motor bike.
BUT I WANT SHY LOVE-STRUCK JD DAMNIT!
I want him blushing and stumbling over his words when he’s trying to talk to Veronica about how much he loves her! I want him getting nervous and shy when she surprises him with an unexpected kiss!
I want both! Give me both!
It’s been a week since Castiel popped into my life. Dean’s
furious because an angel swooped down and now I can see colors when we hold
hands, but I think he is just scared because I told him and Sam what Castiel
said: we’re soulmates. Sam seems happy for me, saying he knew angels were real
Dan and Phil often go to each other’s houses on Friday for homework, but they don’t do much homework on the day they g oto Dan’s for the first time…
Promt: Pastel! Dan x Punk! Phil
miracle, Dan and Phil had somehow bonded after the hair incident. Dan, the boy
who came to school wearing flowers and pastel became friends with Phil, a boy
who wore dark clothes and was covered in tattoos.
that Phil was actually the softest male he had met. Phil would act as if he
didn’t look like he could kill someone. Not like he could, he wouldn’t hurt a
unlocked his front door, walking in with Phil behind him. The two were going to
work on homework together like they would every Friday, but this was the first
time it had ever been at Dan’s house.
were the kindest people like their son, but Dan was afraid of what his mothers
first reaction was going to be on Phil being a punk kid.
had even shut the front door, Dan’s mother had walked in from the kitchen.
Funnily enough, she did a double take on Phil, looking him up and down with a
slightly shocked look.
today, had worn a blue short sleeved button up shirt with white spots, his
tattoos clearly visible. The piercings he had was two eyebrow bars, snake
bites, ear piercings (so many ear piercings…) and a septum piercing.
stuttered slightly, before looking at Dan, who was now facing his mother. “Mum,
this is my friend Phil, the one I do homework with. I told you we were going to
come here tonight. His parents had a date night thing…”
mothers mouth twitching. “Well, this was not what I was expecting, but alright.
I’m Dan’s mother, Kirstin.”
smiled, his feet shuffling a bit. “I’m Phil.”
mother could quickly jump into embarrassing Dan, he shoved Phil upstairs to his
room, yelling to his mother that they were going to do some homework.
The two had
been doing homework for about half an hour before Dan had to excuse himself to
the restroom, rushing off quickly. The room was silent as Phil continued to do
his homework, before Dan’s phone dinged.
were lying side by side together on Dan’s double bed (he was too tall for a
single), so Phil could easily reach over and grab the phone.
wouldn’t do that, would he?
thoughts were answered when Phil did indeed reach over, picking up the phone.
It was a message from PJ, who Dan had met through Phil.
PJ: So, how
are you and Phil going? ;)
curious, the text was kind of hinting at something the both Dan and PJ knew, so
Phil swiped right, only to be greeted with a key pad.
three tries of a four digit pin. He put in 0226.
two more goes.
his lip, but typed 2260 this time. But it was incorrect.
know why, but he felt his thumbs type in 7445, and it was correct. The screen
opened up to Dan and PJ’s list of messages, so Phil scrolled up and began to
Dan: hey, i
need to tell you something. please dont laugh
PJ: I won’t
laugh, what’s up?
Dan: I… I
think I have a crush on Phil.
ba- wait, are you on my phone?” Phil jumped slightly when Dan walked in,
locking and dropping the phone. Dan laid down next to Phil, picking up his
phone, his eyes narrowed slightly. Phil’s face was red.
were you doing?” Dan unlocked his phone, before his eyes widened. His cheeks
flushed as he looked up at Phil, eyes wide in horror.
at my messages?!” he basically screamed, before jumping off the bed. He began
to pace, and his mind blocked out the fact that he knew Phil was there watching
now you hate me! I et you hate me, don’t you?!” Dan’s arms dramatically flew up
in the air, but he continued, not noticing that Phil sat up, his feet dangling
over the bed.
now you hate me! Of course you couldn’t like me back, you’re a damn punk and
I’m a walking flower!”
now you’re going to leave me and I’ll be alone again!” By now, Dan had tears
rolling down his face, so he covered his eyes. Because of this, he didn’t
notice that Phil had stood up nd was now walking over to him.
don’t want you to le-“
roughly shoved against the wall of his room, Phil close to him. Phil’s pale
hands rested on Dan’s forearms, pinning him. Dan still had tears rolling down
don’t hate you…” Phil mumbled, and Dan could feel Phil’s breath on his lips,
causing him to shiver slightly. “I’m not going to leave you.”
will you do?” Dan mumbled back, diverting his eyes. But his face was flaming.
over slightly, and their lips met. Phil moved closer, their thighs pressing
together. Dan was frozen, but surely, his lips began to move against Phil’s.
Phil’s snake bites cold against Dan’s lips, but they felt amazing.
dropped his arms to Dan’s waist, but pulled away. He breathed slightly onto
Dan’s lips, smirking.
Does anyone think they can figure out what Dan’s phone code was what it was? Honestly, it’s pretty easy…
Isabel Lovelace may have invented being paranoid on the Hephaestus, but hot damn am I jumping on that bandwagon.
In a brilliant move by the writers, I have essentially no reason to trust anything any character says or does!
In @eponymous-rose‘s excellent meta/reaction post, she very eloquently talks about the charged situation Hera’s been put in. Someone Hera has no real reason to trust turning out to be…well, somewhat trustworthy. At least respectful and incredibly helpful. God, it’s complex and wonderful.
But I wonder how much Hera is lying to Maxwell. Y’all, Hera lies. She does it all the time. It’s her game – how to circumvent her programming. It’s a flaw, her ambition, according to the people who put her in a space station, but Hera is having exactly none of that.
Maxwell is most certainly a threat, and Hera hasn’t forgotten. There’s a reason command sent an AI expert on this mission, and it’s mot likely not entirely pleasant.
So how much of this new relationship is Hera using Maxwell? It’s a dangerous, deadly, but highly calculated risk, allowing and unknown someone (however apparently helpful) to have access to her code. This, after being severely burned once – as far as I remember, Hilbert didn’t actually need access to Hera’s personality matrix to strangle her.
Of course, Hera found a way around that. It’s her game.
How much easier will it be to get the better of the fleshbags around her once she isn’t constantly in pain? Once her systems are functioning? Once she isn’t broken anymore? And here is Maxwell, not only updating Hera’s systems, but explaining, at Hera’s request, exactly how this new code works. Teaching Hera new tricks, new tools ( “How would that even work?” “You see this pathway?…”)
Maxwell is so engaged, so intrigued, and believes herself to be so very in control. She should probably watch herself.
Summary: You need to be punished for taking his call.
He was angry. He had not said a word on the ride back to the house, but all his movements were a little too jerky, a little too forceful, slamming doors and kicking off his shoes. I tried to minimize my existence so as not to have that anger directed at me, even as a small feeling of annoyance was creeping up my spine. Was it wrong to take that call? How was it might fault that my phone rang?
I sighed, putting my coat in the closet. I was just going to go to bed and hope he was cooled down in the morning. Jaebum was not known for always keeping a cool head.
Turning to the hallway, I attempted to make my way to the bedroom. I was cut short by a sudden raised voice ringing in the silence.“Ya!”
I shut my eyes and braced for the shit storm that was definitely headed my way. I turned around to face him, prepared to hold my ground against his irrational reaction.
“Why did you have to fucking talk to him?” JB’s face was turning red, eyes squinting in irritation. I let out a deep breath.
“JB, I just answered the phone. I didn’t even know it was him. Why are you even mad at me?”
He went to open to mouth to reply, but I cut him off.“No, stop. You cannot even deny that you are. You haven’t looked at me or talked to me the whole ride home. Everything was going so well tonight that we should be tearing off each other’s clothes and making love right here on the floor. Instead, you are going to sit out here and fume that Jackson, who is my ex-boyfriend for a reason, called me unexpectedly. I’m going to bed since you want to act like I made him dial my number.”
I turned poignantly back towards the hallway determined to avoid him the rest of the night. I cannot believe he is even blaming me, as if Jackson would not have called back a million times. It was better just to answer and tell him I was too busy to talk to him. JB knows full well about Jackson’s compulsive need to understand why he is being ignored.
With heavy feet and an even heavier heart, I continued my journey to our bed to sleep, alone and cold. I heard footsteps behind me and then suddenly my face was against a wall.“What the-“
JB’s large teeth were introduced to the nape of my neck as he bit down hard. He already had me pressed against the wall, unable to move away, squirming in pain. He pinned my arms on each side of my head
I tried to turn and he pressed down harder, threatening to break skin. “Stop, please!” I whimpered. Relief raced through me as he lifted his head, but a chill ran up my spine when he whispered in my ear.“You. Are. Mine. I’m going to fuck you into this wall and brand all of your body so that he and you remember that. You belong to me.”
He nibbled on my ear, pressing the full length of his body against mine. I could feel his hard organ imprinted against my ass. I was becoming increasingly angry at the thought that he thought he could just handle me like this.
I became even angrier still that my body was responding, ass rubbing back on his thick member, pussy wet.
Oh, all he had to do was just lift my skirt up and push his way inside me, ease this cruel tension. I wanted the pleasure he could give but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I wanted it so bad. I wouldn’t beg for his cock when he was the one in the wrong, but my body didn’t care about my intentions.
My cunt just wanted the abuse.
JB kissed down my neck, where my treacherous body cocked my head to the side, giving him more access to all the skin into which he could sink his teeth. Halfway down my neck, he suddenly took a large chunk of my flesh and clenched his teeth, grinding into my ass at the same time. It caused me to let out a sharp scream, but the shout didn’t sound afraid or filled with pain. My scream was laced with arousal. “Jaebum! Please stop!”
“Shut up. I heard you talk enough tonight when you wanted to talk to him. You keep running your mouth and I’ll shove my dick down your throat to shut you up.”
He wrapped his hands tightly around my wrists and pulled my arms above my head, continuing to keep them pinned to the wall. With his long, spidery fingers, he firmly held both my wrists in one hand while he used the other to run his fingers up my thigh to my apex. “You’re so wet already, baby. Is it because you are thinking of him or of me?” seductive venom spewing from JB’s mouth.
He gently caressed my slit through the fabric of my silk panties. The touch was so erotic, I was finding it so very hard to breathe properly. He teased his fingers along the top of the underwear, threatening to place his hand inside and touch flesh to bare flesh.
Damnit, I wanted him to just touch me already, tweak my bud. I wanted to cum as reward for all this torment.
He hooked a finger in the side on the underwear and yanked at the fabric with such force, causing the whole side to rip apart. The ruined strips pooled at my feet. “Spread your legs,” JB aggressively whispered in my ear, with absolute certainty that I would do as he told me.
That was enough. I needed to gain some control over this situation. I couldn’t have predicted that he would be so jealous over a one stupid phone call and I was slipping into his commands.
"JB, stop this. I think you need to clear your head. You are taking this-"
A split second to comprehend that the sound I heard was a zipper being lowered and then there was nothing but spiraling thoughts as I was filled with JB’s cock. A strangled scream rushed past my lips.
"Did you scream like that for him?”
He began to fuck me relentlessly, pistoning his dick in and out, reaching deeper with each thrust. He used all his dancer strength to stretch and pulverize my cunt.
“Answer the fucking question. Did you?”
“No!! No!! I didn’t. Please stop!”
He reached his hand around my hip to find my clit, swollen and sensitive. He began a slow, controlled caress that was a sharp contrast to the fast and chaotic movement of his hips.
“You don’t really want me to stop when you’re already so dripping wet. MY pussy loves what I’m doing to it.”
It was true. As scared as I was of Jaebum at this moment, my body was responding to every sensation, every action his body was performing inside mine. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand up, feeling that moment of impending eruption approaching. My head was spinning, fire dancing up my thighs.
“Do you promise you didn’t?”
“I swear, baby! I promise!” Everything came out in raspy tones, throat hoarse from screaming. JB’s assault continued on my canal, dick moving in and out, in and out, inandoutinandoutinandout.
“Then tell me who scream for.”
Arms losing feeling from being held above my head, legs ready to give out, my own juices running down my thighs, fingers still tweaking my nub. I couldn’t think of anything, but all these feelings Jaebum was giving me, so I was not quick enough to answer. JB bit down on my shoulder hard enough that I knew there would be a deep purple mark tomorrow.
I squirmed again, trying to break his hold while still being pounded into the wall, JB’s thick cock pushing me to my limits. I was so sure he was going to break my skin, but he relented and gave me another chance to answer.
Sharp intake. “You, baby! You.”
Squeezing my wrists, “Who is this ‘you’? Tell me that you know who is fucking you.”
“Jaebum, you. You are, JB.”
He let out an amused huff. “Then cum for me.”
He pinched my clit hard and a sobbed cry escaped from my throat. It was all so much. My whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I was going to collapse from all the painful pleasure.
“Cum, my baby.”
He gently left little kisses and nips on the back of my neck. The momentary stings of pain sent me off the deep end and a strong flash of an orgasm flushed through my whole body. I couldn’t even scream from the lack of oxygen, the pleasure so blinding that suddenly I couldn’t breathe.
JB stopped rocketing his way inside me, taking our arms and wrapping them around me, pulling me to his chest as I continue to ride the wave. My heart was pounding in my ear.
He kept holding me, being my support since my legs were too wobbly to keep me upright, and pressing light kisses up my neck, my ears, my temple.
“Don’t get to comfortable. I’m not done.”
Shocked, I was swooped up in to JB’s arms and carried the rest of the way down the hall to our bed, where was I was dropped none to softly on the mattress. JB pulled his shirt over his head and stripped himself of his skinny jean and underwear, giving me the full view of his lean muscles and sun kissed skin.
He reached down and unceremoniously yanked my shirt over my head, exposing my breast to his gaze. He unzipped the side of my skirt and rolled it down my legs.
He pushed me back on the bed.
“Why the fuck are you being like-”
He sunk his teeth into my nipple while cupping my other breast in his strong hands, rolling the nipple harshly between his fingers. My hands dug into the bedspread, wincing at the pain. He sucked deep on my title for a few moments, flicking and twirling his tongue around my perky tip. He meticulously did the same to the other side until both were throbbing and taunt.
Jaebum moved his way down my sides, nibbling on each rib, giving me slightly pink marks, before leaving deeper red marks along my stomach and hips. My skin was polka dotted from all the brands JB was leaving to claim me as his.
I must have lost my mind. Each one left me wanting to raise my hips up and beg him to give me more of himself. Everything was too sensitive and so tender, but I had been driven into madness, relishing in the pain, loving the feeling of being made into his property.
I trembled every time he took chunks of my flesh between his teeth, leaving a ridged tattoo in my skin and painting it with reds and purples from resulting bruises.
And I was angry at myself that he had won. I wanted to plead so he’d give me another twirl on his stiff ride.
JB shoved my knees apart, leaving me wide open to use.
He took a moment to admire the work he’d done to me in the hallway . “Such a pretty kitty, do you want more?”
I quickly tipped my head up and down.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, being so gently that it should have set off small triggers of warning . He kissed my lips below, running his tongue along the parting. A direct tingle ran up my spine as the wet muscle found my bud and spiraled the surface. He moved lower to drink the juices seeping from my opening, tasting me, fucking me with his tongue.
Drops of sweat were forming on my brow. I entwined my fingers in his satin, black hair, eyes rolling back in my head.
He pulled slightly away. “Did he ever taste you like this?”
“No, baby, never,” I said in a shaky voice.
It felt like he split my clitoris in half with how are hard he clenched the budding flesh between his teeth. I panicked, not prepared for the ache now spreading in my center. Hands yanking on his hair to pull him away didn’t budge him.
“JB, STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Unclenching his teeth, “I already told you that you need to tell me who is doing this to you. I don’t know who this baby is.”
He gingerly went back to tonguing my clit, trying to soothe the pain, but only irritating the injured area.
In a whine verging on tears I replied, “No, JB, he never tasted me like this. No man has, but you.”
He shifted himself up and over me, my hands moving to his broad shoulders. His cat like eyes were slits, pupils dilated. Furious passion was written in his orbs that his both eyes were almost completely black in his rage.
It was terrifying and yet thrilling.
After wrapping my legs around his tight waist, he positioned the tip of his dick at my engorged opening.
“And we are going to keep it that way?”
Not forgetting to address him directly, “Yes, JB. No one else can have me, but you, baby.”
He smirked before ramming his cock back in me. The force pushed me right over the pot. I was boiling over from all the zaps of gratification that were shooting through my limbs, my cum slicking his dick.
He continued his torture on my womanhood, drilling his dick deep inside me without any mercy on my tolerance.
All I could do was scream his name over and over as I was hit with wave after wave of orgasm, pussy muscles flexing around his girth, trying to bring him to his own climax. My nails digging into his shoulder and back.
He swallowed my last scream with his mouth, massaging his cum-flavored tongue across my teeth and dancing with my tongue. I licked his teeth, so elated with all the things they had done to my body, coated in the taste of my fluids.
Jaebum pulled back to look at me, his eyes cloud with ecstasy and no longer full of anger. They were replaced instead with a look of smug satisfaction.
“Did he ever cum inside you?”
Yes. “No, JB!! Please, cum, baby!!”
He rolled us over so that I was straddling him and sat us up. Fingers shoved in my hair, he brought his lips within a hair’s breadth of mine.
“Good. No one else can live here, but me. This is my home. Do you understand?”
Quivering with anticipation, I nodded my head.
“Show me that you want just me.”
Keeping us close, lips occasionally brushing and breath mixing, he directed my hips to grind on him. I was greeted with the sounds of his own moaning from all the things I was doing to his body. The noise filled me with elation so I grinded harder, systematically squeezing down on all my muscles to encase him in me.
JB was just as much mine as I was his.
He was already dripping in sweat, but new beads began to run down his face and his breathing was coming in short gasps. His hooded eyes stared into mine and revealed just how much control he was losing, almost ready to fall back off the cliff.
A familiar pressure was growing in me as his moaning became more spastic, a shaking unsteady rasping coming from the back of his throat.
Feeling brave, “Who does this dick belong to?”
He let out a quick and surprised breathless chuckle. “It’s always been yours, ____. Always.”
I knew he was close, so close. He brought our lips together and kissed me with all the passion he had left, forceful and driving home the point.
Just as I was getting ready to crest, JB bit my bottom lip with enough pressure that my mouth was filled with the taste of copper, my taste buds absorbing the particular flavor of my own blood.
I shrieked into his mouth as his hips bucked up and his cock convulsed inside me, releasing his scorching seed inside my cove, mingling with my own cum as I reached my peak at the same time.
He stopped kissing me to rest his head against mine, trying to catch his breath. My eyelids were drooping in exhaustion and my body felt tattered and sore.
I was so tired that I forgot where I was for a moment, so when I heard my phone ring from the front room, I made the habitual movement to go answer it.
JB’s teeth dug into my bleeding lip, resulting in me yelping at the shock of sudden pain and bringing me back to awareness.
“All this and you still need to reach for your phone when you’re with me? I guess I’m going to have to be much more thorough the second time around,” JB warned as lifted me off his lap and he threw me onto my stomach.
There wasn’t single part of my body that JB hadn’t devoured with his teeth by the time the sun rose.
DISCLAIMER: Any GIFs, external images, etc. used are not mine unless specified otherwise. Credits go where they rightfully should. The GIF used below is not mine. Thank you, lovely person who made it, for making it!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I ALMOST SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THE NOTES FOR THE JUNMYEON TEXT THING OMG. Good to know I’m not alone in wanting to be best friends with Junmyeon, because he’s honestly such a sweetheart (and such a mom)! I also promise to up my writing game with this series, I’ve got everything planned out. If you have any suggestions, requests, pick up lines (I’m a sucker for those lmao) and literally anything you want to tell me, my ask box is always open. :)
Also here’s me panicking for those of you who actually bother to read these: THERE IS A REUNION HAPPENING FOR THE YEAR FOUR BATCH AND I WAS INVITED BUT I REMEMBER LIKE TWO PEOPLE AND MOST OF THEM WERE REALLY MEAN TO ME AND NOW I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS PLEASE HELP PRETTY PLEASE
YOU HAD ONLY SEEN YOUR BROTHER CRY ONCE.
You were eight, he was eleven and it was Christmas. Your father had managed to convince your mother to ditch the alcohol for one night and stay sober, to make it special for you two. Your mother agreed and for a while, it seemed peaceful.
The four of you sat the dinner table; your father was attempting to make pleasant conversation with your mother, your brother was awkwardly picking at his food, and you were admiring the snow outside. Everything seemed to be okay when Christmas rolled by. There was something about winter that had you in love. You watched the snow fall, piling up on the ground. You smiled at the thought of how it would feel, lying on snow, arms and legs spread to mark tiny snow angels onto the freezing ground. Perhaps a temporary mark of your happiness that would be swept away until the next winter.