i was doing such a good job ignoring them

anonymous asked:

dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.

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There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

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Late Night Call (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky calls you late at night to help him make sense of his overactive mind. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,055

A/N: An anon and @mermaidinplaid requested: “Late night phone call between Bucky and the reader”. This takes place between “The Get Together” and “The First Date”.

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Originally posted by lancetucker

You’re on the verge of sleep, just moments away from slipping into the euphoric slumber you’ve been craving since you woke up this morning, when your phone rings. Just like that, the tendrils of unconsciousness release their hold on your mind and disappear without any farewells or second glances. You groan angrily, both at yourself for not putting your phone on silent and at the person who’s chosen to call you this late at night. You want to ignore the call out of spite, but there’s no reason to. Sleep has evaded you and you’re officially wide-awake, again.

“Yes?” You say into the phone, having accepted the call without bothering to check the caller ID. You’re hoping that, if you keep your eyes closed, you’ll be able to trick your body into getting back to sleep.

“Did I wake you up?”

You don’t have to pull your phone away from your ear to identify the caller. You heard this voice only a couple of hours ago. But at that time, it wasn’t swimming in remorse like it is now. “Bucky?”

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Don’t Test Me

Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Word Count: 1,084

Request: NO

Warnings: strong language and smut

Summary: Aaron and y/n get into a petty argument and when y/n threatens him, he takes it a little too seriously leading to angry sex.  Features a dominant Hotchner and daddy kink.

Originally posted by zugzwangcm


Enough is enough.

It’s been days since you’ve spent any alone time with Aaron since he’s been on the same case in another state.  When he finally decides to come home, he acts distant and pretends your sexual advances aren’t getting to him.  He keeps making the excuse that he’s tired and exhausted, but even after two days of constant sleep and migraine medicine, he still refuses to relieve your needs.

Yes, you sound a bit whiny and needy, but you’ve let him get his rest, and he’s still not complying, so you whip up a plan to hopefully grab his full attention.  It will most likely get him angry, but a bit of heated sex is just what you need.  A girl can only pleasure herself so much before she needs more.

“I’m going out,” you tell your man as you walk towards the front door in a skimpy dress.

“Where, exactly?” he asks from the couch, not even bothering to look up.

“Out.  I don’t know when I’ll be home, so don’t wait up.”  You grab your car keys from the table next to the front door before you hear shuffling feet behind you.

“I sure hope you’re just going out with your girlfriends dressed like that.  Why am I not going?” Aaron asks, meeting you at the door.

“Well, I don’t remember inviting you,” you tell him coldly.  You can feel the tension rising, so you know your plan is working.  You turn the handle to open the door.

“And why wasn’t I?” he asks, pushing the door closed suddenly.

“Because, Aaron, you’ve done nothing but sit on your ass all day and night since you got home from Wisconsin and I figured you wouldn’t want to.  And for your information, I am not going out with my girlfriends.”  You think quickly about your next words, choosing wisely a sentence that was sure to really rile him up.  “I’m going to sit at the bar, hike my already too-short dress up, and see how many guys I can get to offer me a drink.”  You narrow your eyes at your steaming boyfriend.  His furrowed brows are an indication that he is about on his last ounce of patience with you right now.

Despite his red face and obvious frustration, he calmly reaches around you to the doorknob and locks it.

“Excuse me?” he says in an unusually calm voice.  Boy, is he mad.  The slight growl in the back of his throat makes your arousal all the more evident in the pit of your stomach.  You’ve seen him mad, but this is a whole new level and the evidence of it turning you on was pooling inside your panties.

“What, did I make you mad?” you ask in a low voice.  He suddenly pushes his body against yours, backing you up onto the door.  Now you feel his obvious arousal against your leg, and you know what is about to happen, so you decide to play along.  “Did I make daddy angry?”

His breath hitches at the name you call him.  It’s been a long time since you two have shared a kinky intimacy, but it only makes him want it more.

“Yes.  I don’t think you’re being very appropriate.”  His voice is low and calm, making you wetter by the second.

“So I guess you should do something about that,” you tell him, raising your pelvis to his.  He groans in return.

“And what should I do about it?” he asks, challenging you.  You smile at his question.

“Fuck me daddy.”

And in no less than a second later, his mouth is on yours, his tongue invading the space between your lips.  He grabs the hem of your dress and yanks down your small underwear so they pool at your stilettos.  

Meanwhile, your hands are working his belt loose and freeing his erection from his briefs.  

Before you can work your magic hands, he grabs your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist, your back still flush against the door.  You instantly wrap your arms around his neck to keep steady while he thrusts inside of you without warning.  You yelp in surprise and pleasure.  His mouth is now on your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin while he continuously pounds into you, the door against your back rattling at the motion.

“Fuck,” you moan out.  His right hand moves from your leg to your clit, his finger running in circles around the small bundle of nerves, making your arousal come faster and faster.

“Oh my-” you begin, but Aaron’s mouth is back on yours silencing your moans for only a second before you climax around him, clenching your body tightly to his.  Moments after you finish, you feel him empty himself inside of you, his moans falling into your mouth.  You two are nothing but heavy breathing and tight bodies as you ride out your highs.

After a few silent moments of collecting yourselves, he looks up at your spent figure, still tightly held onto him.  Despite his heavy anger from before, he looks at you with nothing but love and a hell of a lot of lust.  When you open your eyes to meet his, he’s smiling and you return one.

Still inside of you, he kisses you softly, cupping your face gently.  He may be dominant when it comes to your kinky fuckery, but he was still just a man in love with a woman.

“I love you,” he says before pulling out and lowering you to the ground.

“Even when I make you mad?” you ask.

“Even when you make me mad.  Why did you do that by the way?” he asks, pulling up his pants.

“Because I needed a good fuck from my man,” you admitted.  “I get that you’re tired and you have a job that causes you to be gone a lot but I have needs, Aaron.  Sometimes I just feel that when you are home, you tend to ignore them and I guess it makes me upset.”

He looks surprised to hear this coming from you.  He didn’t realize how stand-offish he is when he’s home.

“I’m sorry, y/n.  I promise to try harder.  But jealousy isn’t always going to get you laid, you know?” he says, grabbing your hand.

“But I like a jealous Hotch,” you tell him, the use of his nickname given by his coworkers makes him roll his eyes, but smile nonetheless.

“Don’t test me, y/n.”

anonymous asked:

Could you give us your thoughts on Clarke and compartmetalization? I find it to be one of the most interesting trait of hers and also something that, even though it has negative effects on her, it has also "saved" her in a way, because how the fuck someone with so much burden on her shoulders is even able to walk at this point?

So we know Bellamy is in love with Clarke but is Clark in love with him? I have been Shipping Bellarke since season one and tbh Bellamy reveals way more than she does. Especially the way he looks at her when she isn’t looking

I’m combining these two anon asks, because they actually cover the same topic: how Bellamy and Clarke show their emotions.  I also think how they handle emotions is very closely tied to how they function as leaders and their relative strengths.

As you point out, nonny #1, Clarke’s ability to compartmentalize has saved her because she’s able to put things aside that really would crush someone else.  Since early season one, Clarke handles emotions one of two ways: she either handles it directly and straightforwardly, or she locks that shit up tight and doesn’t look at it until absolutely necessary.  We see the latter with her anger towards her mother and Wells and L.exa, and it’s no coincidence that all three of those grudges were deeply tied to personal traumas as well.  We also see it when Raven lands and Clarke figures out that she’s the other woman– she tells Finn it’s done and doesn’t allow anyone to see how hurt she is.  When she’s hurt, she channels it into anger and coldness because anger is always easier than pain.  It’s maybe not the healthiest way to handle things, but it’s certainly an effective one.  

Clarke is very good at processing positive (non-romantic) emotions, though, she’s not just terribly demonstrative.  A lot of that comes from her parents because as Emori pointed out, Clarke has always been loved.  So when it comes to giving and receiving (non-romantic) love, Clarke is very comfortable.  In fact, she’s so comfortable that she doesn’t always realize that her love isn’t apparent, because in her mind, it’s  not something she really needs to explain.  If she loves you, she loves you, and because Clarke has never really felt the absence of love she struggles with understanding why someone would need that concretely demonstrated.  She’s always known that she’s loved and cherished and so the constant doubt that plagues someone like Bellamy is utterly foreign to her.  As a result she’s not always good at reassuring him of her love, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him deeply– it just means she shows it differently.  

(I’d also like to note that this season (and in 3B), Clarke’s been much more cognizant of recognizing when Bellamy needs to hear that he’s valued.  In season two she took him a little for granted, but after 305 (well, after 310) Clarke has been very careful about showing him that she cares about him, either verbally (I trust you, she’ll see how special you are) or physically (the beach hug and the hand nuzzle).  She’s recognizing that how he processes love and how she shows it are different and she’s adjusting to make sure he knows she loves him.  And you don’t do that for just anyone, btw– you do that for people who are precious to you.)

But Clarke’s ability to lock shit up makes her an effective leader because she can make terrible, heartbreaking choices and then keep going. It’s not that the choices don’t cost her or hurt her– they do, and so deeply it threatens to break her– but for people who don’t want to make those choices it’s a relief because it seems like not only is she willing to make them, she’s able to bear the weight of them.  That’s a bit of an illusion (and one that Bellamy sees straight through, hence why he was there while she wrote the list) but she sees not letting people see you’re breaking as a part of leading, especially when the stakes are this high.  Letting Bellamy in when she’s vulnerable is part of how she shows she loves and trusts him.

Bellamy, on the other hand, can’t lock anything up.  He tries so fucking hard, but it’s just not in his nature.  Every damn thing he feels is written on his face the second he feels it, and the one time he did suppress everything was when Clarke left and that was mostly because he didn’t feel like he was allowed to feel angry about it.  It all came exploding out of him after he suffered yet another trauma in losing Gina, but even before that he was doing a terrible fucking job of hiding his feelings.  While Clarke either ignores her hurt or channels it into rage, Bellamy usually just…sits with it.  He broods, and I want to emphasize that there’s no value judgment here on either Bellamy or Clarke’s methods for handling pain– they’re neither good nor bad, they just are.  Bellamy’s emotional reactions, however, tend to make him a good front-line leader, because people trust him to feel their pain too.  Clarke can take the long view because she can compartmentalize the pain later until it’s more convenient to feel it, but Bellamy can convince people to follow them in the moment because they can see everything he’s feeling.

Bellamy had a childhood that may have been full of love but it was love that felt like it came with conditions (protect your sister, keep your family safe), so he’s far less emotionally secure than Clarke when it comes to positive emotions.  He’s actually quite comfortable being sad and hurt and scared, but something like “someone else loves me outside of my utility to the group” is utterly terrifying for him. He’s not sure he deserves that sort of love and he’s constantly worried it will be taken away from him, just like how his family was taken away from him on the Ark.  Because she had a fairly emotionally healthy upbringing, Clarke is comfortable with positive emotions– except for romance.  With romantic feelings, Clarke locks that shit up tight just like she does with her hurt.  It’s scary for her to feel so vulnerable (for all of us, really), so she just…doesn’t deal with it until she’s absolutely forced to.  

Bellamy, however, because he’s so used to feeling vulnerable and exposed, just fucking goes with it.  Unrequited love is right in his wheelhouse, so we see how much he loves Clarke in every single look.  He doesn’t bother to hide it because he honestly can’t, and I actually think it will be harder for him once she reciprocates because love being returned to him openly and honestly will be far more difficult than loving someone without any hope of reciprocity.

So to tackle nonny #2′s question head on: I think right now we see more of Bellamy being in love with Clarke because right now, Bellamy is in love with Clarke.  She’s not quite there yet and there’s nothing wrong with that because she loves him fiercely and she has for months now and love doesn’t come in a hierarchy.  Platonic love is not below romantic love– it’s just a different type of love.  And while I do think Clarke is making baby steps towards falling in romantic love with Bellamy, I also think it will take her some time because she does not like to look at those feelings head on.  I also think that Clarke will always be less demonstrative when it comes to romantic love simply because that’s who she is, and that doesn’t make her love for him any less powerful or profound.

The Arrangement: Chapter Fifteen

Author’s Note: THE FIRST KISS IS FINALLY HERE! Took me 15 chapters to build up to it lol so I hope I did it justice! I also hope you enjoy the chapter, feedback is always appreciated :)

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Originally posted by augustren

“Did we just have marriage counselling with the Supreme Leader?” You said when you entered your quarters.

Kylo removed his helmet, “It would seem so, Princess.”

“If I had known he would start asking those questions, I wouldn’t have—”

“Wouldn’t have told him, ‘we haven’t even kissed’?” Kylo asked, slightly amused as he imitated you.

You groaned, burying your face into your hands to avoid Kylo’s gaze, “I can’t believe I said that.”

“Yes, well you’re lucky he has a vested interest in you or you would have been dead before you could utter the word, ‘consummated’.”

“Ugh, how awful,” you whined as you re-lived the embarrassment over in your mind.

“At least I know what you’re thinking now.”

“What?” Your voice was muffled as you spoke into your hands.

“The only downside to teaching you to control your thoughts is that… well, that I can’t hear them anymore,” he hummed.

“You know that could be a new interrogation tactic. Just put them in front of Snoke for a few minutes and they’ll share everything.”

You heard Kylo’s faint laughter as he brought his hands to yours, gently prying them away from your face to meet your gaze, “Are you unhappy with your life here, Princess?” He asked quietly.

Slowly you shook your head, “No—No, of course not. What makes you ask that?”

“Snoke said that it’s my duty to make sure you’re content. Clearly he doesn’t think I’m doing a very good job of that.”

You smiled slightly, “Well I’m happy with the progress I’m making—I have you to thank for that, Commander.”

Kylo ignored your cheerful tone, “And yet you are still unhappy.”

“No. I’m not,” you said it firmly this time.

“You can hide your thoughts from me Y/N, but not your emotions. You’re discontent, I can feel it.”

It was then when you realised that Kylo’s hands were still over yours. He seemed to become aware of it in that moment too.

“Say something,” Kylo instructed. His voice barely above a whisper now.

You sighed, “Why… um, why… haven’t you kissed me yet?”

So that was the source of your unhappiness, Kylo thought. “Why, do you want me to?”

“I asked you a question first.”

Kylo frowned slightly, “Because I’m…” he let out a sigh, “I’m afraid, Princess.” It was as if it pained him to even admit it.

“Of what?”

“Of you… I mean, of losing you, of—of caring too much for you, even loving you.”

“It’s a kiss, Kylo. You’re not going to go falling in love with me because of one kiss.” You half-laughed as you recited the same words he had recently said to you.

But Kylo wasn’t laughing. His expression was firm, but it was as if his eyes glistened with a confusing mixture of sadness and desire.

“It’s been a long time since I have cared for anyone as much as I care for you, Y/N. ” he said finally.

You stayed silent. Hesitantly, you reached out your hand to brush his cheek. You didn’t know what was compelling you to do it, but as soon as you did, Kylo was leaning in to your touch.

You inched closer to him and he responded by doing the same. Your heart racing as your eyes glanced over his plump lips.

You noticed Kylo doing the same to you and when he met your gaze again, his eyes seemed to be asking for your permission to continue. You have a quick nod as Kylo’s lips hovered ever so slightly above yours. Even now, with the moment so close, he was cautious.

“Kylo…” your voice came out as whisper, sounding almost desperate.

Kylo responded immediately as he pressed his lips against yours. You let out an involuntary gasp at how well his lips seemed to meld with your own. He softly guided your mouth against his own and it felt right. It felt perfect.

But before you could deepen the kiss, Kylo parted from you. Your fingers moved up to trace the outline of your lips, eager to retrace the movements of Kylo’s lips working with yours.

“I– I shouldn’t have done that, forgive me, Y/N.”

You frowned, “Kylo, we are bound by the Force, and by this marriage… I know you won’t hurt me,” you said when you had gathered your thoughts. You knew this was playing on Kylo’s mind.

“How do you know that?”

“I just… do,” you said quietly, “I—I trust you.”

“I don’t even trust myself,” he huffed, “I’ve betrayed the people I care about before. Do you know that?”

You were at a loss for what to say. “Kylo—” you reached out to him.

“I’ve hurt the people I care about—even… even killed them, Y/N,” Kylo’s voice was breaking now as he stepped away from you. The sphere of intimacy quickly diminishing. “Y-you shouldn’t trust me.”

“But I do,” you pressed, moving towards him as he took another step back, “Who you were, it’s not who you are now. You’ve changed. I’ve seen it. I can feel it, Kylo. You truly care about me, not just for the sake of this damn political alliance!”

“You are too good for this, Y/N, too pure, too innocent.”

“What are you talking about, Kylo?!” You snapped. The tension had been building since you entered your quarters.

“Did you not hear what I said?! I have hurt the people I care about, I’ve—”

“I don’t want to hear about that!” You stopped him as you inched closer, and this time he didn’t step away from you, “Kylo, you are… stubborn, yes. You get agitated easily… But you are also kind— Don’t you dare deny it,” you stopped him as his mouth opened to protest.

“You didn’t have to take me to see my family, you didn’t have to keep me warm that night on Ilum… you don’t even have to talk to me half as much as you do!” It was like you were pleading with him to see himself as you saw him, “You have shown me more kindness than I ever thought you were capable of. Telling me about what you’ve done in the past… it means nothing when I have proof that you have goodness in your heart, Kylo.”

Just as he had on previous occasions, Kylo felt the need to tell you everything about his past. But your expression was one of compassion… As if you had already forgiven him without first hearing what he was guilty of.

“I just wish you would have known me as the man I once was. Before all of this. That was a man you could have placed all your trust in to. A man you could have loved, and who would love you back unconditionally. Without a care in the Galaxy.”

You were puzzled slightly by his comment, but you confidently took your hand in his once more, “I know you now. I care for you now. In time, perhaps you will tell me more about your past. But not now. Not like this.”

Kylo nodded slowly, his eyes firmly meeting your own, "I worry that your trust in me may be misguided. As your mentor, certainly not. But as your husband…”

“My trust in you as my husband is entirely different. In our marriage, we are equals, remember? You are free to be vulnerable, to be afraid, even to be happy. As am I. Trust will come from our ability to confide in one another.”

Kylo was smiling slightly, “I want you to be happy, Y/N, I truly do. If that means making this marriage work, I will endeavour to do my best. For you.”

“Now that was spoken like a true husband,” you teased.

Kylo chuckled at that as be brought his lips up to brush the top of your hair. You froze in initial surprise before relaxing at his touch. This felt like the beginning of something wonderful, you were certain.

“Don’t think that this changes anything in the training room, Y/N.” You were half expecting such a comment.

“Oh, of course not. It just means I can kiss you after I send you plummeting to the ground,” you smirked.

“Care to prove it?” Kylo asked as he walked towards the blast door.

“It would be my pleasure.”

“To think,” Kylo started as the blast doors opened, “All we needed was marriage advice from a hologram.”


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Hey Principals, You Are Screwing Up.

Principals: If you lose good teachers from your building at the end of this year, then you are screwing up. Principals, If people are leaving a profession that no one enters without passion, that no one enters expecting to be easy, you are not doing your job. Principals, every teacher that walks away from the kids in your your building and is thinking of your face is your fault.

It’s budget time for schools, which means the beginning of perennially awful time of year that teachers lose jobs and schools lose teachers. For whatever reason, budget time this year feels like a particularly brutal bloodbath, and it sucks.

It sucks. At a time a year when almost nothing feels like enough, we get told we’re somehow going to start getting by with less. At a time of year full of sacrifice, just rounding into the time where we start to see some our work pay off, we start to learn how different next year will be, we start to learn we won’t get to come back, or that too many other people won’t be there. It sucks.

So budgets and cuts are a thing, but not the thing I’m most worried about.  What I’m really and truly disturbed by is the wave of teachers who have had enough, with their building or their boss or with the hours or with the kids. What I’m worried about is all the teachers who leave. Except for all those who really are sick of kids (bye Felicia), we are, as schools and as a system, losing teachers we need, losing teachers that could or would be better with more or different something, and you know what?  It’s not their fault, and it matters, it matters, it really really matters when good teachers leave.

Principals (and just like I use “teachers” to mean everyone who works with kids, I’ll use “principals” here to mean everyone who is supposed to be supporting teachers), the number of teachers you keep year to year says something about you. I know you’d like not to believe that, I know your job is easier if you ignore it, but teachers matter, and keeping them around is your job. When you lose good teachers, it’s on you.

It’s not a bad time to mention that I think my principal is pretty awesome, and my assistant principal too, and all the other leadery people in my building. I like my building, and I believe in the work we’re doing. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t write this as a piece, I would write this as an email. Many many years, I’ve written this as an email. Many years in a row, around this time, “please care about your staff, please do something for them, please help them stay.”

Because here’s what happens. Teachers are messy because people are messy. It would be easier (and also cheaper) if teachers didn’t matter that much, if implementing systems and curriculum packages mattered a lot more. So, we, schools and districts and whoever pulls the big levers levels above us, ignore teachers as much as we can.

    It’s a handy system, because look:

  Hi everyone, we have this wonderful, innovative Whatever. Everyone has to use Whatever, and use Whatever in this way, so that everyone is the same and every classroom is the same because that is for some reason important. If Whatever works, it’s because we’re smart. If it doesn’t work, it’s because teachers didn’t implement it correctly, those damn teachers. If teachers leave, that’s ok, we’ll hire other teachers, and Whatever will still be there, so everything will be fine. Also, Whatever gives us tons of numbers and numbers and numbers that we can use to say all sorts of stuff about how great Whatever is doing. Whatever.

This model is compelling for lots of obvious reasons.  You get to pretend you’re in control of what a whole bunch of messy humans all day, and when things go wrong it is hardly ever your fault. Also, you have to do very little worry about how anyone is feeling.

    It’s too bad, really, that both children and adults are both kinds of humans, and humans don’t work like that.

    Because really, the work we need from you is this:

    Hi everyone, first of all, let me say “thank you for all that you do,” because apparently it’s, like, a required thing to say to teachers all the time, but then also let me specifically mention things you have done and how I’ve noticed you doing them and tell you why I appreciate them. Then, I will spend, I dunno… at least half the amount of time I spend looking for things you do wrong actually supporting and encouraging the things you do well. Also, let me find time to listen to you, like actually listen, to what your day is like and what your students need, because here’s the thing I totally understand:  Everything I do all day should matter to you in your classroom, because the work of any school and any district should be focused exclusively on what is best for the kids we are teaching, and should be focused on those kids, and should understand that those kids and their needs change from building to building, from room to room, from day to day. Because of this, we should value and support and encourage and inspire and recognize and push and protect the people doing the most direct version of the work.

    When our teachers are good, we should reward them. When our teachers speak up we should listen. When our teachers are tired we should help them. When we have teachers that connect with our students, that value our families, that have earned the respect of their colleagues, we should do everything, we should do anything, to keep them. Otherwise, we aren’t doing our jobs.

READ THIS PLEASE

Ok, I did not want to talk about it, but I can not remain silent and do nothing… I found this pics from the stupid, shitty, site simsecret.livejournal. It is an injustice. I know I should ignore these posts, but I can’t, I need to talk, to tell the truth about these people and this site. I spend my free time, I really work hard to create realistic and good cc for the sims community, I post them public/free without asking anything in return, without adfly links or other things, and this is the thanks, get offended about my work,  my style from this fucking shitty site, I do not understand why it’s wrong if I try to create realistic stuff/cc, if I create realistic 3D Head, it’s my JOB it’s my STYLE. ( I want to say for the last time, in my previews pics I MODIFY ONLY THE BACKGROUND, LIGHTS AND SHADOWS, I’m tired of seeing comments like “omggggg he photoshopped the sim face with a real face it’s scariiii and clothes too aaaaaa it’s satan 666 devil” “it’s scary it is terrifying aaaa devilllll” bitch it’s all real so shut the fuck up. I truly can not believe all this hate, be treated badly by people that not even know me, people who do not put the face on what they say, remain hidden by an “anonymous”… for me you are just cowards, if you’re brave, you have to openly say what you think, have to write me in private messages what you think. I’m tired to see all this hate on people who work hard and are treated badly by these horrible people from this site. I’m talking for all cc creators (like me) who everyday are treated badly from the community’s shit. You have to stop, if you do not like our stuff, just go away but YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DISCREDIT US. this history, this hate MUST END

Misha Collins Appreciation Week | Day One: Song or quote that reminds you of Misha

Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently – they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
(Steve Jobs)

Escort (REQUEST)

Justin needing an escort for his family 2 week cruise and y/n is contracted. At first they don’t like each other but then a series of events leads them together.

Tugging my suitcase off of the dock, I sighed as I spotted my client and his family. I had been assigned a two week job, hanging off of the arm of Justin Bieber to keep his parents from nagging him about a girlfriend. I would have normally complained about a job this long, except, this was basically a free vacation.

Smiling as I approached the party of five, Justin noticed my presence and walked towards me, “Let me get that for you.” He went to reach for my case but I stuck my hand out, “I got it.”

Muttering something under his breath, he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to his family. “(Y/N), this is my dad, Jeremy and partner, Chelsey.” I smiled and done a slight wave. This was already awkward.

Remembering that there were kids, I turned to look at them, “And who are these cuties?”

“My siblings, Jazmyn, Jaxon and Allie.” He pointed to them all individually and they smiled at me. I could definitely see the Bieber in Jaxon.

When checking in was complete, I found out that Justin and I were sharing a cabin, great. Putting the card in the door, it lit up green before he pushed it open, revealing to us the plush room. Considering that this was a ship, the room was extremely spacious and the bed looked incredibly comfortable.

My thoughts were cut short by the sound of Justin’s voice, “Look, here’s your money. You don’t have to fuck me or whatever you escorts do, just make it look like you’re enjoying yourself, alright?” He tossed a cheque onto the bed.

My jaw dropped and I crossed my arms, “Excuse me?”

“You heard.”

“First off, that’s so rude. Second, escorts aren’t prostitutes; we “fuck” through mutual consent, that part is not what I’m paid for.”

“Just try not to piss me off on this vacation. I’m already stressed enough having to bring someone along, I’m going to the bar.”

The door slammed and I stood glued to my spot on the lavish carpet, stunned. How could somebody be so disgusting?

Deciding that Justin was not going to be the bane of my existence (though he was slowly becoming it), I undressed and slid on my bikini, slinging a t-shirt dress on over the top. Taking my spare key and sunglasses, I made a trip to Jeremy’s room, knocking on the door.

“(Y/N), hi. Where’s Justin?”

Fighting the urge to roll my eyes at his name, I smiled, “He went to the bar. I was wondering if the kids wanted to go to the pool? To give you guys time to unpack and whatnot.”

His face relaxed and he, too, smiled. “That’d be really nice, actually. Come in, I’ll get them ready.”

I stepped inside to see that the room was identical to ours, with bunks for the kids. I smiled at Chelsey and she returned it, so this wasn’t Justin’s mother? I decided not to pry, after all; I was just doing my job.

Walking along the deck with the children, they bombarded me with questions; I didn’t mind, they were cute. Jaxon cheekily asked if he could hold my hand and I knew this one was one to watch. Immediately, I knew that these fourteen days were going to be slightly easier because of them.

“Can you guys swim?” I asked. I didn’t need anybody dying on my watch.

“Yeah! We all got lessons!”

“That’s great! Be careful, though. I’m here if you need help.”

I smiled as they all jumped in one by one. Sitting down on the edge to get in, I spotted Justin watching me, jaw clenched, glass of rich brown liquid in his grasp. Breaking eye contact, I got into the water too.

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The first few days were somewhat frustrating, but manageable. I’d successfully managed to ignore Justin, and only interacted when necessary; at dinners, for example. Sleeping beside him was awkward and almost unbearable, I could practically feel him edging closer to the side of the bed, on the verge of falling off, I contemplated sleeping in the tub several times.

But it was that Thursday I saw a side to him that I was yet to see, warmth. Jazmyn, or as I’d learned, Jazzy, came into our room, asking that I do her hair for Chelsey’s birthday meal. Whilst waiting for me to finish my own look, Justin played with her and I even heard a laugh or two from him.

I smiled as I watched through the mirror, though it broke as I saw him glance at me. Despite being able to hold my own, and bite back - Justin still made me nervous. Intimidated, almost.

“Jazzy, are you ready?” I asked, standing up from the dresser and flattening the skirt of my dress.

“You look nice.”

Turning to see him now stood, hands in his pockets, I smiled a little, “Thank you. You too.” He nodded and walked into the bathroom, my heart pounded.

Dinner was tolerable. I mainly found myself absorbed in the kids, it was the only time I didn’t feel under pressure. Jeremy and Chelsey were lovely people, but I couldn’t help but notice their questioning glances toward eachother at the interaction, or lack thereof, between Justin and I.

“So, (Y/N), will we be seeing you again after this vacation?”

I choked on my wine and Justin’s firm hand came to pat me lightly on the back, before he spoke for me, “Who knows. Our schedules are pretty hectic, right, (Y/N)?” I quickly nodded.

As we made our way to the room, Justin placed his hand on the small of my back, I avoided making any sort of eye contact, my evident surprise would be given away.

“You’re really good with my siblings. Do you have children?”

I glanced up at Justin and saw him removing his shirt, I looked away; “No. I wouldn’t have the job that I do if I did. They’re sweet and making this trip easier.”

There was silence for a moment and I was wondering if I’d said something to make the tension in the air ten times worse. Probably.

“Look, I’m sorry for my outburst, it was uncalled for. Perhaps we could, I dunno… start over?”

Unzipping my dress, I reached for my camisole and slid it over my head, “Sure. Apology accepted.”

He climbed into bed, “You know, they mean a lot to me. If you hadn’t have been as good to them as you are, I probably would have ignored you for the rest of the trip.”

My brows raised and I joined him, still keeping a fair distance between us, “Good to know.”

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“And then his wife shows up, oh my gosh, you can imagine the look on his face. I just stood there, I didn’t know what to do,” Justin laughed as I told him a story about my previous client, “Here I am, in this Tom Ford dress, made especially for me at his request, in front of about a hundred people, with his wife threatening to tear it off of me and make me walk home in my underwear like the ‘whore I am’.”

His face dropped a little, “She said that to you?”

“You’ve gotta laugh at it, really. I was just doing my job. I mean, at the end of the day, who was $3,000 richer and could walk away from the situation without actually getting their ass kicked? Me.”

“I’m sorry for judging you,”

“It’s fine. It happens all the time.”

“(Y/N)! Come swim with us!”

I looked over at Justin, “Join us?”

It was nice to see a fun side to Justin, not a harsh, insulting one. Standing at the side for a moment to watch as Allie and Jazmyn performed their synchronised swimming routine, it was all fun and games until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, “Justin!” I screamed as he pulled us into the water, a large splash being created.

Coming up for air, he laughed at me and I pouted, “That was mean.”

“Aw come on, (Y/N), don’t be like that…” His arms re-slipped around my body and held me close, “I’m sorry,” He whined in a baby voice.

My heartbeat sky rocketed as he looked down at me, the close proximity making me want to be swallowed up by the non-existent current in the water. Our eyes met and for a split second, I watched as his eyes travelled to my lips before back up.

My breath hitched as Justin leant in. Everything felt like it was in slow motion and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. It took me a second to respond, but once I did, my arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer.

“Get a room!”

Pulling away, my cheeks flushed red as I saw that it was Jeremy calling from the side of the pool. Justin chuckled and squeezed my hips, “Is there a possibility that I could see you again after this trip?”

I gulped, this trip was strictly professional. I’ve received this offer many times, from many men and each time I have refused since I wasn’t to mix business with pleasure, but with Justin, I found it hard to say no. This man was captivating, and I was intrigued to get to know the real him.

“It’s possible,” I smiled, pulling him back in for another kiss.

Headcannons of the children's future jobs

Enoch: Medical examiner working in a hospital morgue, he brings in hearts from home and put them in the dead people he’s working on and asks how they died; he’s the best in business!

Hugh: Bee keeper, he heard about the Save the Bees and now he picks up every single bee he sees. He doesn’t really have the stuff real bee keepers have but the concept still works, and plus he’s been yelling at everyone about how bees are important to the earth.

Emma: A welder, once her supervisor walked in and saw what she was doing and he freaked out. Bronwyn had to knock him out and Miss Peregrine has to erase his memory. Now sometimes she just does pottery instead.

Fiona: Owns her own botanical garden that people from miles away come to see. Emma came once and almost burned down the whole thing. Emma’s not invited anymore.

Horace: Owns his own boutique, it’s probably the fanciest in town. Enoch still makes fun of him for calling it a boutique bc he’s says it girly. Horace got back at him by sabotaging his overalls that needed fixing. Let’s just say Enoch got a warning for public indecency and wasn’t happy.

Millard: He’s a writer. He’s written everything from teacher text books to deeply written poetry. His biggest one yet was a short story he wrote about being invisible. All the normals who read and reviewed it just thought it was a big metaphor for being lonely or ignored. Which isn’t that far off I guess.

Jacob: Still isn’t too sure what he wants to do. He declined taking over the business of Smart Aid and was thinking of making a rival store but he couldn’t think of a good name. Right now he’s just sits home with Millard and “helps” him with his books. Millard has over 100 newspapers all circled with job offers and he puts them all over Jacobs room in hopes he finally gets a job and leaves him the hell alone.

Bronwyn: became a firefighter, she says that she finally became the hero she always wanted to be. She’s stronger than all the men on the crew (obviously) but everyone loves her. Once she’s gotten 12 calls in one week, all caused by Emma of course.

Olive: Though she’s isn’t old enough to have a job yet, she dreams about flying a spaceship. Miss Peregrine asked why she would want to do that since she’s already been so high in the sky. And she just responded with, no one would ever let me go that high with just my rope on my waist.

Claire: she claims she doesn’t need a job, that she will just live with Miss Peregrine all her life. Though that maybe true, Claire’s second mouth has a special talent. It has the best sense of taste in the world. Miss Peregrine has been testing it by putting in different spices and asking Claire what she’s tastes. So far she has gotten nothing wrong. Miss Peregrine thinks she might be the next food critic on that “Food show” Miss Peregrine has gotten good after watching Rachel Ray for 6 straight hours.

Love and Manuscripts (2)

This is the second chapter of my new fic! Let me know what you think :) Previous chapter listed here: 1

Simon

Simon shifted uncomfortably in his chair. His cubicle was quite small and stress was making it difficult for him to get comfortable. He’d been working for two weeks at Petty Publishing so far and had become a kind of copy making pet. Anyone who needed something delivered or copied handed their things off to Simon. While the situation wasn’t the best he liked it better than Baz’s new role. Baz had become the office’s coffee and errand boy.
But today both he and Baz had reason to be nervous. They’d handed in edits of a manuscript last week to Penny. It wasn’t like their edits would be taken seriously, it was just practice. But Penny was supposed to discuss their edits with them today and tell them how they did.
Baz drifted into the office, his grey eyes glinting with frustration. Without a word he handed Simon his coffee and sat at the desk across from him. There was nothing separating them except for desktop screens.
“Thanks for the coffee.”
Baz sneered, “It’s my job isn’t it?”
Simon shook his head in annoyance and went back to organizing Gareth’s papers. Simon had tried to be polite for the most part but Baz was still just as acerbic as he’d been the day they’d met.
Simon bit his lip nervously and checked his watch.
“She’s in a meeting. Stop fidgeting it’s making it hard to focus,” Baz muttered.
Simon glared at him.
“How can you act so calm? Don’t you want to stop running around getting coffees? If we mess this up we’ll be stuck doing this crap for another two weeks.”
Baz smirked, “Well, unlike you, I know I did a good job.”
Simon rolled his eyes and went back to ignoring Baz.
A few minutes later Penny strolled in, her purple hair sleeked to perfection. It was disconcerting still for Simon to see someone so young already be so powerful.
“Hello boys,” She greeted them, lips pursed.
“Hello,” Simon smiled politely.
Baz simply nodded.
“Simon, your edits were not as attentive as I would have liked. While I agree with all of the things you pointed out, there were many more mistakes in the writing that you should have caught.”
Baz snorted quietly and gave Simon a thumbs up.
Penny’s sharp eyes cut to him.
“I wouldn’t be so cocky Basilton. You’re edits were far too harsh. I found many of the things you pointed to as mistakes to be completely fine. I’m not sure why you feel the need to be so nit picky.”
Simon was too focused on thinking about his own edits to enjoy the look of defeat on Baz’s face. He wondered what exactly he’d missed and how he’d been stupid enough to mess something so important up.
“Simon, your critiques, though lacking in consistency, were well articulated. Basilton, while I think you were far too harsh, your sharp eye for mistakes is definitely note-worthy. I feel you both have something to learn from one another.”
Simon nodded though he wasn’t entirely sure where she was going with this.
“I want you two to trade manuscripts and try to pick up on the strengths and weaknesses of the other person. Have a report ready for me by tomorrow at 8.”
Baz glanced up at her in disbelief.
“It’s almost the end of the day, how are we supposed to get this done by then?”
She shrugged.
“I guess you’re working late. Welcome to publishing.”
With that she stalked off towards her office. Simon didn’t really want to stay late, especially with Baz, but he had known early on to expect strange work hours from this job.
Baz sighed and flung his manuscript copy at Simon.
“Let’s get this over with.”

Baz

Baz sighed in relief as he finished reading the last of Snow’s edits. It was well past midnight and he was pretty sure they might be locked in the building. He looked up and saw that Snow wasn’t too far off from finishing reading Baz’s edits.
He hated to admit it but Penny had a point. Snow definitely wasn’t catching on enough to a lot of the mistakes. But every mistake he did point out had a well-reasoned explanation and a suggestion for how to fix it. Baz had never thought of delivering such personalized edits.
He waited until Snow finished and then cleared his throat.
“So, she’s right, you missed a lot of what’s wrong with the manuscript.”
Snow sighed tiredly and nodded.
“I get it Baz, I’m the worst editor ever.”
Baz clenched his teeth. He really didn’t want to compliment him but he had to do as Penny had asked and point out both Snow’s weaknesses and his strengths.
“Let me finish,” He snapped at Snow, “She was right about that but she was also right about the good stuff. Your edits are clear and well structured. Obviously you put a lot of thought into them.”
Snow’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I think that’s the first nice thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Baz snorted.
“Don’t get used to it. Our boss ordered me to do it.”
Snow rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. Instead he looked back through Baz’s edits with a thoughtful expression. As Baz watched him he noticed freckles dusted over the bridge of Snow’s nose that were a few shades lighter than his moles. Baz had traditionally thought of moles as unattractive but they actually complimented Snow’s features. They reminded him of constellations, seemingly random but capable of more with the right set of eyes. His mouth was interesting too, his lower lip being just a little bit bigger than his upper lip. Baz briefly considered what it would be like to suck on it. Then he froze and shook his head.
What was he thinking? There was no way he found this stubborn prat attractive. No Baz assured himself I’m just tired. As he was trying to clamp down his wayward thoughts Snow cleared his throat and smiled at Baz.
“Okay so yeah, you’re way too harsh. Half of these things are totally unnecessary on your part. But…you have a hell of an eye for this stuff. I mean you caught things I would have never noticed.”
Baz felt his ears heat.
“Okay. Good to know.”
He didn’t understand why he felt this affected by Snow telling him something Penny had already pointed out. But he couldn’t deny the warm satisfaction that Snow’s words had brought on. Disturbed, he stood up.
“I’m going to go home. See you tomorrow,” He mumbled.
“Hey, wait for a minute. I’ll walk out with you.”
Baz waved Snow off.
“It’s fine. I really just want to go home.”
He stalked off without another look back. Baz couldn’t allow himself to be attracted to Snow. There was no way he’d let himself fall for someone as stupid and senseless as him. Plus, they were competing for a job. There was no reason to complicate an already sticky situation. Right?

Immune

Originally posted by captivatesme

Member: Exo Lay/Yixing

Type: Smut

Your heart almost stopped as you felt someone grab your arm and yank you into the nearby room, closing the door behind you. You blinked up at the man in front of you, your eyes wide with wonder as he stood in front of you. He was watching you intensely, his hands still tightly gripping your arms as you continued to breathe, trying to slow you quickening heartrate. 

“Are you ignoring me?” he asked, his eyes searching your face for any sign of an answer. “Did I do something? I’m sorry.” 

You swallowed hard as you watched him, his worried eyes refusing to leave yours. Your voice seemed to have disappeared and you couldn’t respond, but you wouldn’t know what to say anyways.

Yixing worked with you in the pediatrics department and he was nothing short of perfect. He was tall, lean, and athletic, and the other doctors and nurses swooned over him constantly, which drove you absolutely nuts. Sure, he was handsome, but everyone was so crazy about him that it was almost out of hand. 

They’d do almost anything to get his attention, and although Yixing was extremely polite, he never seemed interested. He was always aloof and carefree, except when it came to patients. That’s mostly where you admired him; he was extremely dedicated to helping every one of those kids feel better while making sure they weren’t scared of coming to the doctor’s office. 

But that was as far as your admiration went. You really didn’t want to deal with your crazy coworkers swooning over him, so you’d taken to avoiding him. The whole department turned to mush in his presence and you honestly had more important work to do that deal with that. Also, it annoyed the hell out of you. Watching girls giggle and twirl their hair as he politely ignored them made you want to puke, and you’d rather steer clear from that mess. 

Every time he appeared you’d find a way to get out without drawing too much attention to yourself. You honestly thought you were doing a good job until today.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, and you were brought back into reality as he shook your shoulders gently, finally loosening his grip. “What did I do? Why are you ignoring me?”

You shook your head, clearning your throat. “I’m sorry I just…I don’t really like seeing other people flirt with yo-” your voice paused and you realized your mistake. He’d probably assume that you liked him and didn’t want to see others flirt with him. “Wait I mean I don’t like seeing people act like bimbos to get your attention.” 

His confused gaze made your cheeks feel hot and you realized exactly how stupid you sounded. You turned away and adjusted your white coat, trying to ease your heartrate. 

“So you don’t like me?”

You raised an eyebrow at the confused man in front of you and shook your head. “I mean, you’re a great guy, but you have so many people after you right now and I wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“So you do like me?”

He cocked his head to the side, a small smile forming on his face and you let a small laugh escape your lips before you asekd, “Why does it matter?”

Yixing bit his lip softly and responded, “Well, a lot of girls here seem to like me a lot, but not you.”

You scoffed, “So what, am I supposed to like you too?”

“If you want to.”

“You know wha-” You were cut off by Yixing’s hand clamping your mouth shut and his arm moving to wrap around you, pressing his body against yours and preventing your arms from flailing. You started making muffled sounds when he shushed you, nodding towards the door behind you. As thick as the walls were, you could still hear the sound of two women walking near the door. The idea of you two being caught alone here was risky and Yixing waited until the voices were gone until his hand released your mouth. He was still pressed against you, so close that you could smell the mint toothpaste on his breath. Your face felt hot as you stammered, “You could’ve just said that someone was-”

You were cut off again but this time it was his lips pressing against yours tentatively, moving softly as to not scare you. You whimpered against him, the fear and adrenaline of getting caught pumping through your veins as you started kissing him back. His lips began moving with more urgency as you responded, his tongue swiping your bottom lip as his arms moved to circle your waist, pressing you closer against him.

You remained in the heated kiss, your fingers moving to thread through his dark hair as his lips moved against yours. He tasted like mint and you couldn’t prevent the pleasurable whimpers that were escaping your throat. His fingers dug into your back as he pulled away, his lips swollen and wet as he watched you. Your hands in his hair tried to pull him back and he complied, his lips brushing against your softer than before while he whispered, “Just stay quiet, okay?”

You nodded and his lips crashed against yours again and you had to hold back your gasp of surprise. His fingers slid up your waist, his thumbs running over your stomach as he kissed you harder, and you seemed to get even closer to him even though you were sure that wasn’t possible. 

You finally noticed something poking your lower abdomen because of how close you two were, and your cheeks turned hot when you realized what it was. Your hands seemed to lose their grip on his hair and you moved them to gently rest on his shoulders, your lips turning awkward and nervous against his. He felt your hesitation and pulled back again, his dark eyes searching yours. 

“Hey? Did I do somethi-” his eyes suddenly shifted down to where you were looking and he blushed, pulling away from you to cover his mouth and and begin muttering apologies. 

You swallowed hard, your curiosity getting the best of you as you pulled him back, and his eyes widened as you spoke, “Can I help with that?” 

He didn’t move and you didn’t wait for an answer as your hand reached down to feel his hardening length through his pants. He let out a sigh at your touch, his eyes fluttering closed and his arms wrapping around your shoulders. His head dropped against your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck as he whispered in response, “Please.” His lips planted soft kisses up and down your neck as you unbuttoned his pants, slipping your hand into his boxers to grab the smooth muscle.

You slowly pumped him, and his kisses on your neck soon turned into nips and bites as he grew harder in your hand. A soft groan escaped his lips and you suddenly got nervous again, realizing how long you two had been gone. You released him and pushed him away from you slightly by the shoulders, and he pulled away giving you a wanting look. 

“Do you think you can stay quiet?” you asked and he nodded quickly, his hands reaching for your waist again. You let him touch you as you pulled out his member, but then you kneeled down in front of him taking his length into your mouth. 

He couldn’t stay quiet. 

Immediately as your mouth enveloped him he let out a low moan, sending shivers down your spine as you gripped the back of his thighs tightly, bobbing your head up and down against him. You swirled your tongue against his wet tip, moving back down to swallow around him. His fingers moved to pet your hair, and you glanced up to see his lips pressed together, forming a thin line. His eyes were watching you suck him intently, and you pulled off him slightly so you could jerk his base, letting your tongue play with the tip more. 

You felt him twitch in your mouth before he released, inhaling deeply as you jerked him through it. You swallowed around him, pulling him out of your mouth and standing, rubbing at you knees a bit. 

“I thought you didn’t like me?” he whispered, a finger landing on your lip. He wiped off some of the sticky white substance and you licked your lip before responding.

“Even I’m not immune to your charms, babe.”

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banasiakj123  asked:

I have a personal question for you. Why do you ship Peter Stone and Anna Valdez in a romantic relationship so much?

I don’t necessarily ship them more than any other ships on the Chicago series, but I write what people ask me to.

People want me to write Will and Connor so I write Will and Connor.

Other people want me to write Manstead so I write about Manstead.

I try to imagine how the characters would act if together and then write about them because I get asked to.

I do ship them together, not necessarily as much as other ships but I do think they would make a good couple.

For me this is mainly because Peter Stone is a man who tries to ignore emotion because he thinks if meddles with his job. He tries to focus on the rules and evidence instead of personal feelings. He never takes anything at face value and he will never presume a possible witness to be speaking the truth.

Peter Stone is a man with many walls that try to block out all emotion.

And yet still, he tries to protect Anna.

And he does so with no logic or reason or even slim hunch. He has no reason to protect her, no reason to make sure she doesn’t get involved with dangerous things.

Hell, with his mindset he would want her to because it would help with the case. But he doesn’t, because he wants her safe.

I ship Peter and Anna because Anna is the one person who Peter is willing to knock down walls for.

Hell, I even think he’s knocked down some of his own.

High School PT. 2 (Jungkook, AU)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Part 1 // Part 2

PART 2 FOR THIS CUTE ANGEL JEON JUNGKOOK SORRY BYE

Words: 1174

“Hey, your skirts up.” A voice behind you said, and you instinctively placed both hands on your butt. No it wasn’t…

“Idiot!” You whirled around, holding up your first towards Jungkook. He was cackling, but still he stopped walking so you couldn’t hit him fast enough. In defeat, you dropped your fist to your side, which made him catch up to you.

“It’s not my fault you’re so clumsy. Did you get my text last night?”

“Yep. Bye.” You tightened the strap from your bag on your shoulder, and began to walk of in the totally opposite direction from the door you normally leave from. Jungkook followed along, which made you turn quickly and kick him.

“Ow, why?”

“It’s not my fault you follow me everywhere! Go away, you annoying kid.” You shooed him, waving a hand in another direction. Jungkook sighed, and followed you out the door anyway.

“Want to get some food? I’ll pay.”

“No.” You replied, spotting Taehyung walking with Jimin. They spoke animatedly, so you didn’t feel like interrupting their conversation because you had to ditch a puppy like kid. You unconsciously cursed Taehyung for staying with Jimin instead of going to find you.

“Are you busy, or something?”

“What’s it to you?” You wondered, looking back at him with crossed arms. Every time you looked at Jungkook, war flashbacks of him glimpsing your underwear was the only think you thought of.

“Man, I’m just trying to be nice.” Jungkook muttered, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing a number into it. He put it on speaker phone, staring up at you with lazy eyes. Who was he calling?

“Hello?” Taehyung answered, and you turned to see that he’d stopped with Jimin down the street. He had his phone pressed to his ear.

“I think your girlfriend’s looking for you.”

“I’m not his girlfriend!”

“Whatever. Where are you? Wait, I see you!” Jungkook ignored you, and he looked towards where Taehyung was waving furiously.

“It’s Friday! Let’s go to my place, I’ll order pizza.” Jimin whined, and Jungkook grinned over at you.

“I’ll go.” You muttered, turning away from his eyes. Jungkook agreed as well, and hung up on Taehyung and Jimin.

You were probably making a big mistake.

Still, you ended up at Jimin’s place, with the other 3 boys. It was past 10, and you guys were still trying to finish the 5 boxes of pizza you’d ordered. Large pizza’s. Somehow, all of you were now sitting in a circle.

“Do you want some juice?” Jimin asked all of you, and Taehyung’s hand shot up.

“Get the grape juice! No, wait! I’ll get it, hold on.” He got to his feet, and Jimin threw a look that made you a little uneasy. What were they planning?

Taehyung returned with 4 cups and a large glass filled with grape juice, but it seemed to smell…off…

You couldn’t tell what the smell was, but it was familiar. Taehyung had a grin plastered on his cheeks when he handed it too you, and it wasn’t the happy type of smile.

It was the type that made you suspicious.

Taehyung gulped the drink down, and Jimin wasn’t that far off when he finished, but you and Jungkook merely stared at each other for a moment.

“Drink it, it tastes good.” Taehyung pressed on, and Jungkook merely shrugged, before gulping it down in one swig. You didn’t have enough time to see his expression, because you mimicked his actions and took a big drink from it.

As you swallowed, your face began to twist in disgust. That was not grape juice.

“Is this wine?” You wondered, looking over at Jungkook. His face wasn’t changed, so you wondered if he even tasted the difference.

Taehyung gave you a sleazy smile, winking in your direction, so you hit him on the arm. “You gave Jungkook wine? Are you stupid? His parents are going to kill you!”

“It’s fine, I’ll just sleep over. Do you have more, Jimin? Let’s drink together.” Jungkook patted your shoulder, but you swatted him away. Taehyung made a whistling noise, shoving you off of him.

“Jungkook, you’re so beyond your years. Really, (Y/N). You shouldn’t worry about this adult, I’ll go grab more wine.”

“Take the whole bottle, I’ll grab more later.” Jimin called, and Taehyung stood quickly. He returned just as fast as he disappeared, but you still couldn’t understand how they were all so calm about this situation.

“I’m not drinking that.” You finally decided, but allowed them all to continue. Someone had to be the responsible adult. Although you wondered how Jungkook was going to be tomorrow, you let it slide. He could take care of himself.

They finished the bottle off quickly, and that bottle slowly added onto two, and soon three. After three you cut them off, because they were about to turn into sloppy falling down drunks. That didn’t slide with you, not one bit.

“Let’s play spin the bottle.” Jimin suggested, blinking away something in his eye.

“No, I don’t want to kiss any of you!” Taehyung made a face, and you snorted.

“I have someone I want to kiss here.” Jungkook admitted, and your eyes shot over to him.

“No you don’t.” You smiled, watching as he tried to get up from his place on the bed. You weren’t going to take advantage of a drunk kid while you were sober.

“Mm, I do.” He held up a finger, and you gently shoved his shoulders down onto Jimin’s bed. Ignoring Jungkook’s weird mumbling, you set up smaller beds for the boys, planning on putting them to sleep soon.

“Jungkook, take your sweater off. It’s too hot to sleep in that. Good job. Jimin, is it okay if Jungkook sleeps on your bed tonight?”

“Only if I can sleep with him.” Jimin attempted a wink, but it just looked like blinking again.

Jungkook was already passed out, and Taehyung was laying the wrong way on his sleeping bag. You sighed, helping Jimin lay down.

“When are your parents getting home?” You whispered to Jimin, and he shrugged.

“Mm, 5 PM tomorrow.”

“I’ll be here tomorrow morning, okay?” You promised, throwing the covers over him. Jimin laid his head down on the pillow, nodding once.

“Thanks mommy.”

They were all asleep, now, and you sighed. You hid the empty bottles far into the recycling, knowing Jimin was obviously going to forget to put more wine in the fridge. You did instead, finding a new bottle downstairs in the wine rack, you poured some from the bottle out to make it look believable, and stuck it back in a spot you thought it would be. Before leaving, you stuck a note on the door telling them to call you in case they woke up before you showed up tomorrow morning, but knew they probably wouldn’t.

With that, you left the drunk boys sleeping away soundly, with no evidence they were even drunk in the first place.

Besides the hang over’s they’d have tomorrow.

shio-dih  asked:

oh and 22 KisaObi ^^

Akatsuki doesn’t meet all that often, too busy with mercenary jobs or tracking the bijuu across the continent. It does happen sometimes, though, and right now every last member is scattered around the main room of the base.

Obito watches them, hovering back in the thickest shadows without any concern that he might be seen. They’ve never noticed him before, after all, and he’s all too good at staying hidden. His eyes linger, just for a moment, on his cousin, tucked away in the far corner of the room. Itachi looks a little pale, a touch uncertain beneath the Uchiha blankness, and Obito feels his gut twist.

A world of truth built on a world of lies, and between Madara, himself, and Itachi the Uchiha own quite a few of them.

He takes a breath, takes a step. The shadows cling to the edges of his cloak, Akatsuki’s red and black, before they part and fall away, and his sandals thump lightly on the stone.

Instantly, Konan raises her head, rising and turning in the same smooth motion. The moment she catches sight of him, though, wary hostility shifts into surprise, and she takes a step back to put herself next to Pein rather than in front of him. The Deva Path glances at her, then back at Obito, and his eyes narrow. He stands as well, and says, “This is a surprise.”

The sound of his voice has Sasori glancing up, distracted from his argument with Deidara, and he blinks, which is about as much a show of surprise as he’ll ever give.

“What?” Deidara protests, offended at losing his verbal sparring partner’s attention. He turns too, eyes landing on Obito, and falters. “Who are you, un? Did we get a new member?”

Obito doesn’t waver, though. All of his focus is on the shape next to Kakuzu, half dark and half light, watching him with building confusion and a little bit of wariness.

“Tobi,” Zetsu says, falsely cheerful. “What are you doing in here? Be a good boy and let’s go back to—”

“You tricked me,” Obito says, low but sharp enough to cut through the chatter, and ignores the way Hidan and Kakuzu are rising to their feet as well, looking interested and wary. “You tricked all of us. I’d congratulate you on a job well done if I wasn’t so ready to rip your throat out for it.”

“Hey, hey,” Kisame says, a cheerful lilt in his voice as he steps between them. “Easy now.”

But Kisame standing right in front of him eats away the last restraint on Obito’s simmering temper, and he reaches up, grabs his mask and flings it away with a snarl to shatter against the wall. The crash and clatter almost manage to cover Itachi’s soft sound of shock, but Obito doesn’t take his eyes from the Kiri nin looming over him.

“Lie to me,” he says, and it comes out guttural and angry. “Kisame. Tell me a lie.”

Kisame’s eyes narrow a little, and they slide from the scars on Obito’s right side to meet his gaze, considering. “What will something like that accomplish?” he wants to know, and his tone is light but there’s a warning buried behind the words.

“It doesn’t matter!” Obito snaps, frustrated. “Tell me the damned sky is green if you want. Just lie.” He holds Kisame’s eyes, trying to convince him, trying to tell him that, knowing how Kisame feels about falsehoods, he wouldn’t ask without a good reason.

Something of that must carry over, because Kisame’s expression eases just a little. He nods, opens his mouth, and says—

Nothing. Not a single whisper of sound makes it past his throat.

The swordsman’s face pales three shades, and he stares at Obito as if he’s never seen him before.

Viciously satisfied, Obito steps around him, glaring at Zetsu. “You told me Rin was my soulmate,” he says dangerously. “You told me my soulmate was killed by my teammate. You lied to me.”

In a blur of sudden movement, Zetsu leaps back, chakra pouring into the ground. There’s half a second before he vanishes into the earth and escapes, but half a second is all an ability like Obito’s needs. He snarls, and Kamui snatches Zetsu right off the ground and whirls him away.

The surge of chakra needed to carry the plant-man not just into the Kamui dimension but across it, straight into another with no way back, makes Obito stagger as his knees give way. Half an instant before he hits the floor, though, a big hand grabs his elbow, and a blue-skinned arm slides around his waist. Obito grips his forearm, closes his eyes as rage and hatred and grief all surge inside of him, and—

It’s done. It is. But no matter what happens now, nothing can ever be undone, and the past twelve years of Obito’s life have been nothing but a lie. Rin wasn’t his soulmate. Zetsu and Madara told him that to manipulate him. All his hope for kindness and love died with her, but it’s not hopeless. There’s still a chance. And that chance is currently staring at Obito, holding him up as if he’s afraid letting go will leave Obito broken.

For one half of a moment, Obito thinks about telling Kisame to release him.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he turns in Kisame’s grip, looks up to meet his wide eyes for half a second that’s just about all he can bear. Then, with a snarl directed at himself more than anything, he fists his hands in Kisame’s shirt and leans forward, dropping his forehead against the swordsman’s chest.

“Tell me a lie,” Kisame says in his ear, lowering his head to place a kiss on Obito’s scarred cheek.

Obito takes a breath, opens his mouth to say my name is Uchiha Madara.

Silence is the only answer, and Kisame laughs like it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

anonymous asked:

How do you guys deal with the haters (if there are any) who think you are just trying to sleep your way to the top or that mycroft is just taking advantage of you?

Well we were only employee and employer for years so that helps.

The way I deal with them is two very important points.
1) Ignore them. I know the truth.
2) Prove them wrong by proving how good I am at my job.

- A.

I don’t think I’m that fat, I mean I am. Like I am, but I can run and workout nicely and I do watch what I eat. So recently I wanted to push it further and just do it more and more and I felt great about myself. But twice this week at my job, two customers at separate occasions told me I should lose weight.
One said that I would do good in the hospitality business if I lost weight.
The other told me I should join learn from her nutrition to lose weight but like she was just some random lady who came up to me no hello but a business card and left.

Really was trying to ignore them but fuck, really let them get to myself esteem and insecurities