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AUs

Here are some aus, divided in different themes.

College themed

  1. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
  2. My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
  3. We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
  4. You peed on my car. You were drunk. I was in the car. There will be hell to pay
  5. My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
  6. It’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay
  7. I swear I’m wearing this Batman costume because of a dare
  8. Accidentally knocked on the wrong dorm room college au
  9. Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider
  10. Somehow, we always end up sitting next to each other during the weekly gatherings to watch [Game of Thrones, SVU, Rupaul’s Drag Race, pick a show] in our dorm’s really good TV room 
  11. I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

Awkward first meeting themed

  1. “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!”
  2. “I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.”
  3. “I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.”
  4. Trapped in a bank during a robbery 
  5. “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”
  6. “Last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and also neither of us recognize this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us”
  7. “You found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life”
  8. ‘you thought i was someone else and started making out with me at a club and you’re really hot so i just went with it and now we’re heading back to your place and idk how to break it to you’
  9. ‘we’re two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we’re walking awkwardly out of the last persons’s apartment together’
  10. ‘i’ve had a really awful day so i started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car i’m so sorry’
  11. “I ordered pizza but the pizzeria got my order wrong so now I’m screaming at my really cute pizza delivery boy because I’m angry and very hungry”

Nobility themed

  1. “your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”
  2. “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
  3. “i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways”

Opposites attract themed

  1. a hopeless romantic and a single-but-proud meet at a store on valentine’s day. the latter is buying valentine cards ironically, the former buying them sincerely in hopes of getting a date
  2. a scary-looking person who unintentionally makes kids cry and a daycare volunteer meet at a children-filled park
  3. rebellious teenager who’s failing all their classes is assigned a studious tutor
  4. really distinguished food critic and fast food chef
  5. a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date

High school themed

  1. “We’re the only ones in detention”
  2. “I desperately need my books but my locker is blocked and you’re the only one in the hall”
  3. “Someone wrote I’m cute in the bathroom stall and your notes match the handwriting”
  4. “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward”
  5. “We were both left out when everyone was picking partners and now we always choose each other when we have classes together”
  6. “I lent you my cool pencil months ago and you still use it”
  7. “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles”
  8. “You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other”
  9. “I was really hungry but had no money and you bought me lunch even though I don’t know you”
  10. “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are”
  11. “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us”
  12. sharing a textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners
  13. found their phone number in a library book
  14. dancing partners
  15. younger siblings are best friends
  16. playing romantic interests in a play
  17. “yes i understand that it’s may and this classroom is stuffy but why are you taking your shirt off and why aren’t you in trouble (not that i mind)”
  18. “i can’t believe you dropped the frog we’re dissecting on tHE FLOOR WHAT THE FUCK”
  19. “i’m fightin this person and they shoved me into u im sooo sorry- oh hey you’re cute- oH MY GOD UR KICKIN ASS MARRY ME!!! PLEASE!!!!”
  20. “you asked me to prom by filling my locker with ping pong balls that say “prom?” on them but i tripped on one and smacked my head on a locker but thanks for taking me to the nurse!!! i still want to go with you!!”

Ridicously sentence themed

  1. “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ 
  2. "Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!”
  3. “I hope you know that my name is actually ________.”
  4. “That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”
  5. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" 
  6. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”
  7. “I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
  8. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”
  9. “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

Height difference themed

  1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
  2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”
  3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”
  4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”
  5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
  6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 
  7. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Reincarnation themed

  1. I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life
  2. We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

Mythical creatures themed

  1. “i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn”
  2. “i got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot OH NO”
  3. “i’m a history major and i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class”

Funny meeting at a party themed

  1. “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me”
  2. “spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you”
  3. “we had an impromptu rap duet in the middle of the party”
  4. “you kept asking everyone to play the cha cha slide then proceeded to pass out when the song started”
  5. “you keep shouting “THIS IS MY JAM” at every song that comes on i have a headache the size of nebraska you’re lucky you’re cute”
  6. “whenever you saw me you’d shout ‘WHOOOOOOOOO’ really loudly and then do finger guns at me before walking off to god knows where”
  7. “you thought I was your friend and pulled me up on the table to dance with you now you’re shirtless and grinding on me”
  8. “you got up to the mic and started singing and holy shit you’re really good???”
  9. “you’re really bad at beer pong but you do this really cute dance before you throw the ball so I’m letting you stay on my team”
  10. “our mutual friend dared the two of us to chug a whole pint of beer and I’m not going to let you beat me”
  11. “we both grabbed for the last bottle of the good beer and i’m not saying we’re going to fight for it but we are”

Competitive themed

  1. we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust
  2. I used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event
  3. a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me
  4. you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um
  5. we’re always making stupid bets like 'bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you
  6. did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

“We’re bad at dating” themed

  1. I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends
  2. I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date
  3. We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
  4. We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date
  5. We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?
  6. You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole

a sterek fic inspired by this stupid thing because how could I not

It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues against the point whenever they bring it up).

But this is probably a new low.

Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.

‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement down there. A lot.

“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.

They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur spying would have occurred.

As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two (it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning ritual for his neighbour.

Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled calves.

Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small punishment that is also part of the routine.

What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’ window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.

Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and slams his laptop closed.

His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.

His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.

Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.

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anonymous asked:

i'm in love with your story and i've been wanting to make one of my own but don't know how to get started, both story wise and gameplay wise. any tips?

Sandy’s Masterpost for writing a Sim Story!  ✍

I’m so glad you like my story! But I know how it feels not knowing where to start when it comes to writing, it’s so frustrating. So, below I’ve put together a bunch of helpful links that I’ve either used in the past or believe will be useful to you, and any other aspiring storytellers! 

🌸 Inspiration: 

🌸 Planning:

🌸 Plot Developement:

🌸 Character Development:

🌸 Dialogue:

🍁 Pose List Rec:

🍁Lot List Rec:

🍁 Mod List Rec:

🍁 Tutorials:

🍁 Reshade:

❄️ Character Page Rec: (for your blog)

❄️Editing:

❄️ Some Stories/Legacies that Inspire Me:

This is everything I could think of nonny! I am by no means a great, or even a particularly good storyteller, but I sincerely hope this post helps you, and others, get started! If you ever want to chat more, come off anon and we can talk story ideas! And that applies to all of y’all! 💖

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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The Case of the Bed Stranger

Stiles/Derek, T, 1.5K words, College AU

Written for the following prompt: The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU


“Erica,” Derek says calmly—very calmly, he thinks, considering the situation. It’s two in the morning, he just trudged back from the library with a pounding headache behind his eyes, and he comes home to find their apartment the site of a raging house party, with drunk undergrads everywhere.

“Hey, Der,” she says, with that wide grin that only comes out when she’s had one drink too many.

“You didn’t tell me you were throwing a party,” he says, his jaw clenched, and she scoffs.

“This? This isn’t a party. This is a, uh, just a little get-together.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s finals, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to bed, at least turn the fucking music down.”

He pushes through the crowd—accidentally hitting some of them with his backpack, oops—and finally seeks refuge in his room. The noise is dulled, blessedly, when he shuts the door behind him, and he exhales, letting his eyes fall shut. His momentary calm evaporates, however, when he opens eyes and notices the very important fact that someone is currently asleep in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach like he owns the place.

All Derek can see is broad bare shoulders, messy brown hair, and half of a mole-dotted face, pressed into the pillow and currently slack with sleep. Huh.

Derek sighs. He’s fucking exhausted, he doesn’t want to deal with babysitting some drunk kid right now, and he really doesn’t want him to wake up and then throw up in Derek’s bed or something.

Plus, the traitorous little voice in his head says, he’s really cute.

Derek shakes his head, irritated, as he drops his backpack on his desk chair. He strips down to his boxers and skips brushing his teeth—he’ll do it twice in the morning, and people are probably fucking the bathroom anyway, Jesus Christ.

Derek pulls back the comforter and gently slides into the bed, trying not to disrupt the mattress before he realizes that he’s being ridiculous. Why is he even considering a stranger’s comfort? It all seems for naught, anyway, because this kid apparently sleeps like the dead.

He takes a quick peek under the blankets, and at least the guy’s still wearing briefs, thank god. Derek doesn’t want to have to worry about accidentally sexually assaulting someone in his sleep.

He flops over onto his other side—thanks to the king size bed, his only grad school indulgence, there’s plenty of room—and closes his eyes. He’ll deal with this shit in the morning.

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Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3

Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!


Your P.O.V
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

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anonymous asked:

What is Motorcity?

Motorcity is a cartoon that was running on Disney XD for a while, before Disney mis-managed the crap out of it, then cancelled it and sat on the rights and didn’t do anything with them, like a bunch of jerks.  It’s available on iTunes, and it’s also on kimcartoon (altho there’s an audio error in those. I’m thinking about uploading my corrected copies somewhere so people can get them?? stay tuned)

ANYWAY.  In the Far Future, a guy called Abraham Kane (AKA Mark Hamill AKA Luke Skywalker AKA The Joker) decided he didn’t like Detroit and he wanted a new city there instead.  So he built his new city over top of Detroit, called it Detroit Deluxe.  Deluxe is run by Kane Co. which is run by Abraham Kane.  

(((^^^ The difference between a villain and a supervillain??? PRESENTATION.)))

So now that the whole stupid “human rights” thing is out of the way upstairs, his only remaining problem is the people who would rather live under the city, in old Detroit AKA “Motorcity”.  Kane’s like “well, time to destroy this dump and build More Deluxe! :)” and Motorcity is like “hey fuck u we literally live here” and Kane’s like “I don’t know I can’t read all of a sudden”.

Our main characters have chosen to combat his drones, nano-viruses and private army with COLORFUL AND ECLECTIC CARS.   Our main is an ex-commander from the aforementioned private army, his name is Mike Chilton and I love him.  He’s good at basically everything, and you would think that would make him obnoxious but actually he’s a reckless, adorable puppy-dog mom friend who likes helping and driving too fast and diving off buildings and believing in people.  He’s also canonically mixed-race, so that’s kinda neat.  

He’s a Good Boy.

(And yes, the people who did the character design were also involved in Gorillaz, personally I like the aesthetic of Motorcity way better but they are similar in a lot of places)

Cons: 

  • it got cancelled, so  there are only 20 episodes.  And it does take an episode or two for it to get its feet under it.  
  • YMMV, but I would say the first episode I really really liked was episode 5. (And not just b/c the Duke of Detroit is a fukkin gift, holy crap)
  • not enough ladies, and also they fall back on that thing that’s like “nerdy guy likes the Cute Girl, doesn’t take a hint” and it’s really annoying tbh.  Both characters involved deserved better.
  • Rule of Cool.  This show makes 0 sense sometimes, you gotta lean into that to enjoy it tbh.  It is a silly, silly show (until the finale, then it fukkin destroys me every time)

Pros:

  • Gorgeous, colorful backgrounds and character designs, super-unique style, #aesthetic for days.
  • a really fun, varied cast.
    • VILLAINS, the villains are so good.  Mark Hamill’s villain voice-acting is second to none.  A bizarrely flamboyant rock-star mob boss played by the lead singer of Twisted Sister, who is the embodiment of Chaotic Evil.  A disillusioned eco-terrorist with fascinating bio-weapons and a ruthless/single-minded obsession with doing the same thing to Deluxe that Kane wants to do to Motorcity.  
  • If you don’t mind some silliness/Rule of Cool, the episode plots are fun and I enjoy them. :)
  • Mike’s best friend is really anxious and scared of a lot of stuff and they’re adorably comfortable with each other and they have special nicknames for each other I’m sorry I have a lot of feelings about these nerds.  (can u tell what splickedy’s ship is lol)
  • There’s a lot of room for character interpretation and backstory and stuff, and a lot of implied worldbuilding that’s super fun to build on.
  • the creators are/were really cool with fandom, altho they’re busy with other shows now.  (the head writer retweeted one of my videos!! :D :D :D  I’m still super jazzed)
  • in conclusion it’s cute I love it and I love the characters.
In Control - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,977

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Protected Sex, Jeep Sex

Notes: Guess what guys! This was a request! I absolutely loved this idea. This was so fun to write. And I couldn’t wait to get it out. So I will probably be regretting life at work seeing as it is 3:30 in the morning right now. BUT THIS WAS SO WORTH THE 13 HOURS OF WRITING. I hope my lil nonnie (though I DO know who requested this, I will not divulge) loves this ❤️

Request: can you do a stiles smut where the reader is possessed by a powerful goddess or the reader is a demigod and she can regain her powers/stay in control by having sex with someone? and that stiles is her anchor? TYSM ❤️

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Oh my god ( Jacksepticeye x FemReader )

(( gif not mine ;0 ))

Originally posted by boopymooplier

(A/N): lmao this isn’t Marvel. Nope it is not because I do and can write other things. Kind of. Hey, this might end well because I used to learn German but do not expect much.

Request:  Oh, you write for dear Jackaboy? Would you mind writing something in which Reader is the most subscribed German Youtuber (like Jack is the most subscribed Irish one) and his girlfriend and they play something together with Mark and Pewds (preferably Prop Hunt) and every time she dies, she cusses the boys out in German? Calling them things like Pissnelke (Piss Carnation) and Arschgesicht (Ass Face). Yes, those are real German insults. Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Boi there will be multi bilingual swearing up in here

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“Hallo!” (Y/n) greeted eagerly, gesturing toward her set up camera “I am here, again. Back with my lovely friend Felix. And two other idiots, I don’t know, they kind of just joined…” she mumbled the last part into her microphone and snickered to herself.

“Ouch,” Mark cried and Jack laughed “You could at least introduce me as your boyfriend…” Mark faked wiping a tear to his own camera; a big grin upon his face already.

“Oi!” Jack called “That’s my line you twit.”

“Alright, alright, no fights guys,” Felix mocked, giving his own shit eating grin to his setup camera “I am the favourite so I make the rules.”

“God has spoken.” (Y/n) added. Currently starring at the loading screen of Prop Hunt, she were surprised as to how much already happened without the game even being loaded yet.

“Lmao, you guys are fucked.” she said cockily, glancing into her camera, once the game finally loaded.

“MISS (YOUTUBE NAME), THE ONE AND OnLY!” Felix called into his mic, exactly after your statement. “THE MOsT SUBSCRIBED GERMAN YOUTUBER.. even though she doesn’t have an accent, like what, totally fake fan… IS ABOUT TO GET. HER ASS HANDED TO HER. ON A SILVER PLATTER.”

She couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle quaintly, as Mark bellowed with laughter and was quick to agree. 

“Don’t be touching her ass, mate,” Jack warned “I know where you live.”

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“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” (Y/n) yelled as she died quickly. “Who just goes around and shoots every fucking mug??!”

“Uh ha, this guy.” Mark stated smugly “Now where, oh where, is your leprechaun boyfriend?”

She twisted her face “Mark, I want you to know that you are a huge arschgesicht, and we are no longer friends”

“A what?” He asked and looked directly into his camera.

Felix couldn’t help but spit before chuckling soundly, shaking his character’s gun a bit and looking at his camera as he laughed.

“Whaaat? What does that mean?” Mark whined and turned back to his game.

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“Honey, I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Jack said, hurt lacing his voice but masked by a grin beginning to form on his bearded face.

“No you’re not! Let me live, holy shit.”

Her lamp couldn’t seem to move fast enough as she shifted her way through furniture and debris; away from Jack’s hunter.

“I love you!” she called

“Love ya’ too!” Jack said back and blew a kiss at his camera.

“Oh you fucking lustmolch…” (Y/n) finally insulted once she got shot. She pouted into her camera.

“Fookin’ what?” Jack repeated, laughing unsurely.

“Fucking slut you are Jack.” Felix breathed out after laughing again. He glanced at his camera and winked “Ah, (Y/n), if you were here, I’d give you a highfive.” and he chuckled some more.

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“So all I learned from today was that both Mark and my own boyfriend are both asshats,” (Y/n) started “and that Feli’ is my only true friend.”

Felix’s character was sat on top of (Y/n)’s chair in the middle of the kitchen.

“That’s right.” Felix smiled and shot at her character until she died. “Love ya’.”

“You goddamn pissnelke!” (Y/n) laughed and the round ended.

“HeY!” Felix began to laugh as well, with Mark and Jack joining in. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth!”

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“Okay my friend’s, that was Prop Hunt with the Holy Threesome.” (Y/n) smiled at her camera.

“Hey!” Jack and Mark said in unison, over top of Felix saying ‘kinky’.

“You learned that Mark and Jack are untrustable bastards and Felix can speak German!” she snickered.

“Ja.” the swede agreed heartily.

“So until next time; click this,” she gestured to the air on her right “to see my previous video. And any of these links to check out Mark’s, Jack’s or Felix’s channels.” she gestured to her left “Have a lovely evening!” she said finally.

“Bye!” your three friends said as well, in mock of a German accent.

“Oh my g–”

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(A/N):
So there’s that. I really actually liked the request and so I hope this story maybe did it justice. Thank you for reading!

hiveswap positivity post, the shit i loved about it, spoilers obviously:

  • animation was lovely, i loved watching joey dance around
  • the fucking joke with the lone gunbirds, that is a such a DATED reference, but also the way the music got more uncertain and dejected with each birb failure, i was in stitches
  • joey’s struggle to find ways to connect to her late mom, but the way she spaces them out, is incredible and very real and painful
  • the light the entire game cast grandpa harley in holy shit. like there were multiple times i was laughing in that kind of “i need to laugh or i’m gonna be reminded too strongly of my grandmother and break down crying.” and hand in hand with that, while not remotely an excuse, the sort of horrific realization of why grandpa is like this. it’s So Much.
  • jude’s ‘quirk’ honestly was so fucking charming i hate it
  • JOEY IS NOT STRAIGHT. john homestuck remains the only str8 kid in homestuck txt it.
  • all the backgrounds were so stuffed full of tacit storytelling and easter eggs and stuff, i would not say no to having big glossy high res copies of each one to just examine them.
  • I DID NOT NEED THE REMINDER OF ALL THESE TERRIBLE NINETIES THINGS, GUYS
  • dril did some additional writing for the game holy shit lol
  • I NAMED THE SLOTH LUSUS SLUTHUS and to be honest i love the sluthus so much, i was making winded crying noises. the picture of xefros laying on its belly while it hangs upside down from a tree was transcendent. also the sad slow way it tried to move rubble was oh my godddddd i love sluthus.
  • the dammek twist was honestly really cool and interesting and i am DYING to learn more about him. i think it’s very interesting to set up this rebel boy who is all about the Revolution….. except for the guy who is a lower caste than him. that’s some Shit right there, and I want to see the culmination of that, and to see if Jude will have any influence on Dammek for the better.
  • THE ROOM WHERE IT SLAPPENS
  • the fact that joey modeled her love of vet stuff in direct opposition with her father’s love of hunting, holy SHIT. /clap clap clap
  • the fact i have to replay the entire game now JUST to rub every object on every other object to see what cohen’s written for all the combinations. i will witness u cohen, i promise.
  • i will buy hiveswap act 2 on release day i am so hype
Say My Name

Originally posted by bangtan-life13

Say My Name
Ship:
Demon!Jungkook | Reader
Description: The demons aren’t just in your head. They’re also in your bed. But whatever you do, don’t say their name.
Warning: Intercourse, Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk?, Slight Overstimulation
Word Count: 3,081
A/N: Inspired from this FMV from this ask. Holy fucking shiiiit I thought I loved Sub!Kook more but now I’m conflicted even MORE.

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Flexible BAMF Lance Part 2!!

They should’ve went left. But nooooo. Nobody listens to Lance. His gut told him to go left, but the team ultimately decided to go right. Guess it wasn’t the RIGHT decision (sorry, I’ll stop). To be fair, nobody knew that it would lead them right into Lotor’s trap. The main reason why they invaded the Galra ship is because they had more information about Pidge’s family. And Lance was a family kind of guy. He understood. So he swallowed down his protests and went with the team. Now they were here, handcuffed to a metal post whole Lotor paced in front of the paladins. “You foolish children. You honestly thought you could easily sneak into MY ship and just stroll away with confidential information? If this is what Voltron has become, taking total control will be,how do you earthlings say, a walk in the park.” Lotor laughed menacingly. Alright, Lance had heard enough. While Lotor continued to blab and swish his hair, Lance silently gripped his thumb with his other hand. Wearing a deadpanned expression and with hard and quick twist and tug, he easily dislocated his thumb. He easily slipped his hand out from the cuff. Now to get Lotor into range. “Hey, Lord Fuckboy or whatever your name is, your roots are horrible.” “Lance, what are you doing?!” Keith hissed at him, who was chained right beside him. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing. Yeah, you’re fooling nobody. We all know that’s not your natural color. And look at those split ends. More like divorced ends, am I right?” Lotor quickly marched to Lance, grabbing him by the collar of his suit and putting him right in front of his face. “You dare disrespect me? Say that directly to my face, and see what you get.” “No thanks, I’m done talking now. I’d much rather move on to the park where I kick you in the face.” “Excuse me?? You dare threaten the mighty Prince Loto-” THWACK!! Lotor quickly crumbles to the ground. Lance slowly lowers his leg back to the ground with a pleased grin on his face, and he resets his thumb back into place. “Wow, I never thought he would shut up.” Sirens blared and the thunderous sounds of footsteps fluttered throughout the room. “Sorry guys, I don’t think I’ll have enough time to free y'all before backup comes, but don’t worry.” Lance smirked. “Papi Lance is here to save the day.” Galra guards quickly fled the room and Lance wasted no time. He ran directly toward the mass, ignoring his teammates yells. As he approached the first Galra and before it could shoot, he quickly done a backflip, extending out his leg and kicked the guard under the chin, landing easily on his feet. Lance grabbed the disregarded gun, and somersaulted over the remaining Galra. He scaled part of the wall in order to gain leverage and reach the railings of the low ceiling. Holding the gun in his mouth, he grabbed the rail with both hands, and quickly spun himself until he gained enough momentum to launch himself to the other side of the room. When landed, he quickly drew the gun, and all hell broke lose.
Gun marks scattered all over the floor and walls of the ship, along with the bodies of Galra soldiers. Lance brought the smoking gun to his lips and blew away the remaining smoke. “Now that’s how you get it done.” The team stared at the Blue Paladin in shock. Pidge whispered, “Holy shit.” “Pidge, language.” Was Shiro’s breathy reply as he stared with wide eyes. Hunk started slow clapping, quickly gaining speed and crying while Keith just confirmed that he was, in fact, the gayest person he knew. Lance turned to his team and shrugged. “I’m super flexible. I do yoga two times a day, and I’m the champion of Twister back home. I also wanted to run away and join the carnival when I was younger, so I took gymnastics.” Lance smirked. “It was pretty impressive you gotta admit.” The team comes pack to their senses and shakes their heads and chuckles, getting the information they came for. They then head back to their lions. Before they can get in, however, Lance stops them. “Hey, before we head back to the castle, I just wanted to say something…” The teams waits patiently. Lance takes a deep breath, and with tears beginning to form in his eyes, he quiznaking dabs.

anonymous asked:

Fav sterek fics?

I have 402 bookmarks on AO3, how do I choose favorites?! I guess I can try ; ; here’s my pathetic attempt at a sterek rec list (fics added as I find them in my bookmarks, not by favorites):


The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [116k, M]

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

Safety in Silence by Survivah [66k, M]

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Easy Trouble by Survivah [55k, M]

Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell

“Make love to me,” Derek demands.

What.

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah [41, M]

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

A Simple Life by Survivah [13k, T]

Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.

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Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Chap. 8)

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off -Reader signs up for an online app similar to Omegle, but little does she know that she’s talking to the one and only Sebastian Stan.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Oral sex (female receiving). Fluff. Sebastian being a sexy beast. Slight secondhand embarrassment. NSFW. 

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Summary: In which Nico gets his wisdom teeth removed (as well as a couple inhibitions) and Will’s just trying to get them both home without crashing the car.

By the time Will walks into the operating room, Nico’s already upright, sitting straight-backed in the dentist’s chair and tapping his hands on his knees in a sharply quick rhythm. Will suppresses a smile at the way Nico’s looking at the nurse as she gently opens his mouth to put gauze in, like he’s not sure whether all this is fight-or-flight worthy or absolutely hilarious.

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Title: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Summary: "Trini sighed and was about to swipe left because she wasn’t interested in looking for love right now. Tinder is just… Tinder. It’s all just a game to her. 

That is until she accidentally swipes up.

‘You Super Liked Kimberly!’“

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Trimberly Week: Day 1: Coffee shop, college, fake dating au

ps. there’s more social media au edits if you read this mess of a story :)

Read @ ao3 (formatting might be a little better?)

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Patater Week - Day 3

Feb. 8 - Fake Dating/Secret (?) Relationship - (2K)

“I don’t care, it’s not weird, I’m going to sit on you,” Jeff says, shifting all 200 pounds of his body onto Kent’s lap.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” Kent tells him.

“That’s pretty gay,” an Aces teammate says from where he is sitting on the ground, demolishing his bowl of popcorn that he stole from Kent’s cabinets, even though Kent had specifically told him to not touch his cabinets. “And I have a boyfriend.”

“Shut up, I’m so scared, I’m so fucking scared,” Jeff says, burying his face in Kent’s neck. “Did they make it out of the hallway?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you watch the movie?” Kent says through his teeth as he shoves Jeff off to the side, which is rather difficult considering that Jeff is insistent that he turn into a human-sized suction cup for the occasion. “Seriously, could you let go? I can’t breathe.”

“Why did you pick a scary movie if you’re afraid of them, Jeff?” a rookie asks. He’s lounging on the carpet, his head using Patrick’s lap as a pillow as he scrolls down his phone.

“I’m not scared,” Jeff says, then curses as the woman in the TV screen turns a corner in her hallway and the music grows more ominous. “This is for a team bonding exercise for the rookies.”

“Which you hosted. At my place,” Kent says flatly. “Without consulting me.”

“You’re the captain,” Jeff says. “It should be at your place.”

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Grind Till I Own It || Mafia!Jungkook x Reader [M] Pt. 2


Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the son of the famous mafia gang TBB (The Black Base) and is a filthy rich man that gets whatever his finger points at - that includes even you.

Rated [M] for eventual smut/angst

“We’re here, princess”

A soft voice traveled up to you ears, you couldn’t quite make up if you were laying on a pillow or a bed but this was extremely comfortable and you refused to wake up. That was, until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your body and the wind hit your face making you snap your eyes open.

You gasped.

In front of you was a huge mansion with windows as big as your own little apartment. It looked like a palace to you, and the garden was so mesmerizing you couldn’t take your eyes off of the roses that bloomed in different shades of red. The grass looked as green as ever even though it was in the middle of the night. This whole thing felt like a dream to you.

But then you remembered.

Jungkook.

You glanced up and there he was, holding you close to his chest. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest and somehow, just somehow that made you feel incredibly calm. Without saying anything, you tilted your head back and closed your eyes again.

“Ah! Sir, should I inform the supreme leader about-”.

“No. There’s no need for that, instead. How about escorting her to my room” Jungkook’s voice was nothing like before, it didn’t match his calm heart - in fact, he sounded stressed out. You wanted to ask why, but you also knew that maybe giving him some space was the best choice.

“Will do Sir!” Jimin saluted him, and that’s when you decided to open your eyes.

“Where are you going?”.

You mentally scolded yourself for asking Jungkook that when it looked like talking was something he’d rather avoid at the moment. He simply said work and left just like that. No goodbye and definitely no see you later.

You knitted your eyebrows together, a bit offended at how he was the one who brought you here and then left as if you weren’t even here. Whatever You huffed, arms crossed above your chest, anger taking over your features.

“Here” Jimin offered his small hand to you and you looked down at it, struggling to hold in your laughter at how tiny his hand was compared to yours.

“Are you expecting me to hold your hand?” You asked, head tilting to the side. He paused and you took this moment to study Jimin’s adorable face. “What if I break it?”.

Jimin looked taken aback, his already big eyes went even bigger and his mouth was in the shape of an ‘o’. You also noticed how his cheeks were dusted with a fair pink, almost as pink as his lips.

“My hand is not that small!” He groaned, placing his hand on his forehead as if he just got the biggest headache of his life. “God, you sound just like Taehyung” Jimin let out an irritated sigh accompanied by a pout.

“Taehyung?” Your eyes flashed with curiosity.

Jimin motioned you to follow him so you did and when you stepped inside the mansion you had to rub your eyes, because this didn’t feel real at all. Everything looked so beautiful you were afraid to walk on the stairs, your silly self thought that you’d make them dirty - or even ruin them.

“Mmh, Taehyung” Jimin started, walking up the stairs that were probably made out of gold - you could see your own reflection in them.

“Taehyung is the one that locates all the thieves. As soon as someone steps foot in here he’ll get a signal up to his office, then he simply informs the supreme leader and yeah” Jimin shrugged, fishing up a shiny yellow key from his suit pocket.

“Did he get a signal just now?” You asked, arms swaying gently side to side. Jimin didn’t say anything, he simply smiled and he was looking at you but not quite you, it was more like looking behind your shoulder.

You spun around and saw a man with chestnut colored hair jogging up to where you two were standing, he was so handsome it was almost as if he was artificial.

“Damn it Jimin! You should tell me when boss’s girls come here! I gave up my damn chocolate milk for this! Do you know how important that is to me?” Taehyung who looked awfully sad yet undeniably cute had a cup of - what you’d assume was chocolate milk - in his rather large hands.

Is everyone here a model or something?! You thought once you took in all of Taehyung, a God in his own ways.

Jimin looked serious, until his eyes traveled down to Taehyung’s black pants.

And it was then.

It was then that your ears officially gave up on hearing the oh, so beautiful sounds in the world after a loud - what you could only describe as a shriek - completely destroyed your sense of hearing.

Jimin was laughing his lungs out and both you and Taehyung looked confusingly at each other. You looked to where Jimin was looking before and oh my god.

Taehyung who looked as if he was a lost puppy had a stain on his pants which, of course, made it look like someone had scared the living shit out of the man and sure it was hilarious but.

Seriously?.

“what the..” Taehyung’s eyebrows were crushed together and he carefully looked down and immediately up again, connecting eyes with Jimin. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Do you think she saw it…?”.

“Who?” You asked, inviting yourself to the conversation - or should you say, love affair.

Taehyung looked embarrassed for a minute, but then he gazed to his right in a dreamy state and battered his surprisingly long eyelashes.

“Sujin noona..” He said, smiling an incredibly wide smile which almost looked impossible - cute but scary.

“Ah, get your love bullshit out of here Taehyung. Oh, right, Y/N” Jimin turned around and twisted the doorknob, revealing your room. He chuckled when he heard you audibly gasp behind him and you stepped inside, mouth wide open in astonishment.

“Am I dreaming? Am I? Holy shit!” You couldn’t be more amazed than you already were.

You’ve been living with Seulbi for quite awhile in a stuffy apartment and going from a mattress to a king sized bed is a huge fucking upgrade. This room had everything you needed and even a little more, the fact that you are going to stay the night here is an honour.

You turned around, your mouth open and Jimin who was leaning against the wall with a huge smirk on his face looked quite pleased at what he has shown you so far.

“Like it? Boss has pretty good taste in things. He might act like an asshole sometimes, but trust me - he has a heart of gold” Jimin said while walking towards you, grabbing your hand and placing the key on your palm. “Well then, goodnight”.

And just like that, Jimin with the following voice of Taehyung repeatedly saying ‘did she see that’ faded away and you were left alone in the room.

“Ah fuck, where’s Jungkook? And why did he leave me? This makes no sense” You sat down on the enormous bed, only to lay down and stare at the ceiling. “Work isn’t a good answer..” You turned over to the lamp and switched it off, your vision slowly taken away by sleep and you were drifting off.



You didn’t realize that sleep had taken over your body. Every emotion of last night had left your mind and you were to be filled with new ones today.

“Shit, my head” You groaned, holding your head as if it was gonna fall.

The poisonous side effect of getting ‘fucked up’ wasn’t as pleasing the next day. But who the hell gives a shit? You’re literally waking up in a king sized bed! You shouldn’t complain right?.

“So you have risen I see”.

A quite familiar voice said, you followed it and there he stood. God himself.

Jungkook had his arms crossed and was leaning just like how Jimin did. They’re quite similar in a way, although you cannot pinpoint how - they just gave off the same vibe.

“Yes I, uh, have” You giggled, the sound of your heartbeat getting louder as Jungkook began to walk towards you, looking as if he just had taken a shower in gold. Even in the morning when you were supposed to be in a shitty mood and - look like shit - Jungkook looked like the opposite of all that.

“And just like the sun” He gently yanked you out of bed, only to have you spin once before your noses brushed together “You are beautiful”.

As if your cheeks had an on and off button, they quickly bloomed into a few shades of pink and red. Jungkook’s compliments had yet again won over your heart and you were so incredibly scared that he might hear the hammering of your heartbeat.

“W-What are you talking about? I look like shit, it’s morning and I want nothing more than to just vanish” You glanced down while tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, the compliment made your lips curve into a bashful smile.

“Vanish? Why would you say something like that?” Jungkook made you look into his eyes by gently grabbing your chin, clearly dissatisfied with your saying.

He shook his head.

“Don’t ever say things like that, okay? Just like the refreshing air in the outside world, I need you” Jungkook pulled you into a tight embrace, twirling the both of you. “Stay with me”.

Jungkook was a strange being. He was confusing most of the time and it made no sense when he suddenly got furious out of nothing, could it be that he’s confused about his feelings?. You wanted to know more about Jungkook. You wanted to know what this ‘work’ really was, although you have a slight idea of what it could be.

He is in a mafia gang after all.

A knock on the door made the two of you break apart. You wanted to guess it was Jimin but this knock sounded harder, almost angry.

Jungkook swung the door open, eyebrows drawn together and a frown had taken over his once smiling lips. “Namjoon?”.

The man named Namjoon had a black suit on. His hair was dirty blonde, and it looked messy yet a touch of delicacy was clearly seen. He was very handsome and your heart rate sped up when his serious eyes met your confused ones.

Namjoon inhaled, and then exhaled. Something Jungkook hated because he knew that it meant either something bad happened or something really bad happened - and judging by how Namjoon’s expression indicated stress he knew that it was the second one.

“It seems like your father has a heart disease. We sent him to the local hospital and they informed us that he only has two months left, my condolences boss, it looks as if your father won’t make it”.

Jungkook was holding your hand, and it was as if someone had stuffed him in a refrigerator from all the shaking he was making. He was silent, the only sound that could be heard was the ragged breathing from Jungkook. You glanced over to scan his face, and you wished you hadn’t done that.

His eyebrows that were together before were curving upwards and his bottom lip quivered. Jungkook’s hands and soon his whole self was trembling with nothing but pure shock, sadness and fury.

“Why…Why did father hide this from me”.

Namjoon paused, not sure if he should say more. But he straightened his back and cleared his throat. “I believe it’s because he wanted to refrain from stressing you out - since you are wanted”.

Wanted? You thought, a tingling sensation mingled with anger melted in the pit of your stomach. You somehow felt betrayed, even though this was of no surprise to you.

“Jungkook” You called his name, the way you said his name made him shiver. “You’re wanted? Is this really true?”.

Jungkook didn’t know how to respond. It was as if his ability to speak had disappeared and he felt paralyzed as well, to make it even worse - you had to witness the ugly side of his family which he hoped would never happen.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Jungkook whispered before rushing out of the door, abandoning your hand that was once intertwined with his warm fingers alone in the air.

There you stood, with your dress that suffocated you and your female curves. You looked at Namjoon who was about to leave, but before he could turn on his heel you grabbed his arm.

“Namjoon? Could you take me to Jimin? Please”

And he nodded, mumbling a ‘follow me’ before walking out of the bedroom. The walk with Namjoon was quiet, you assumed he was the serious type so you behaved - not wanting to cause any trouble.

Finally the orange haired man came into sight and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief and comfort when he stretched out his arms for you, and of course, you immediately jumped into his embrace.

“Don’t cry..” Jimin cooed, stroking your hair gently. “Crying doesn’t help a thing. It’s a waste of time and I don’t think you want that, do you?”.

You didn’t how, or why you were crying like this. Maybe you reached your limit? Maybe it was too much for you to handle and you somehow had to let it out?. You didn’t know what you were gonna do when Jungkook would return - if he will that is.



After having tea and toast with Jimin, he decided to take you out for awhile and Taehyung came along later on when his break started. You learnt a lot about the two and they were honestly really sweet even though they worked for someone who wasn’t as sweet as them.

“And that’s the story of how my hand got glued together with the frying pan” Taehyung said, nodding his head in agreement, clearly agreeing with himself because neither you or Jimin could digest what he just said, or even relate to his story at all.

Jimin shook his head. “Anyways, Y/N. I apologize but it seems like we have to leave, I just got a signal from boss that he’s in danger” The serious tone Jimin was using made you shiver, usually he didn’t talk like this. “Will you be fine on your own?”.

You smirked, arms crossed above your chest and you straightened your back. “I’ll be more than fine, besides I have to learn my way home too so this is a good thing”.

Jimin and Taehyung nodded and stood up, each grabbing a metal black walkie talkie from their pockets. You couldn’t help but softly laugh at how serious they looked, it was amazing how specifically Taehyung could go from the guy who got his hand glued together with a frying pan to Mr. Serious.

The familiar ringtone of your phone rang, startling you from the high volume it was on. You fished it up and pressed the green button and raised the device up to your ear. “Y/N speaking”.

“Y/N”.

You froze.

The delicate voice of a man who had snatched your heart in only one night was calling your name in a way in which you couldn’t describe but monotonous. A mixture of miserableness and hopeless mingled in his voice, creating a sad aura around you and the people surrounding you.

“Jungkook…? Are you okay? What happened?”.

You couldn’t help but panic. Your heart was sinking down with each breath the other person took and it pained you so. He sounded lifeless, dull - completely gone and the way he paused made you even more worried. “Jungkook?”.

“Y/N, my father died. I need you. I need you right now”.

“Jungkook I-” Before your next words could even roll off your tongue he hung up on you without saying anything. You stood there, staring at your phone with wide eyes not knowing what the hell you should do next. It took awhile for you to figure out what Jungkook meant by ‘I need you’ but then it hit you.

Jungkook wants to have sex with you.

“B-But..His father just-” You stressfully exhaled, walking forwards with quick steps as if someone was following you from behind. Your cheeks flushed with the thought of Jungkook’s hands roaming your body and yes - you wanted him too but something didn’t sound right.

You didn’t want to have sex with him right now. This was just to conceal his feelings and pitiful sex is not on your to-do list. You loved Jungkook very much but this was just not the right thing to do, besides, once he gets over his father’s death he’ll simply forget about you and your existence.

Everything about you will become history.

The Glow of Inspiriting

Word Count: 4.4k+ holy mother of
Warnings: Severe anxiety, angst, fluff
Song: “Touch” by Daughter THIS FITS !!! SO PERFECTLY !!!
A/N: I am absolutely terrified at what this piece has become. It’s rough at first, but hoLD OUT FOR THE FLUFF. CAUSE IT GETS REAL FLUFFY. HAPPY AND FLUFFY :)) I’m just gonna put this here and go to bed asdjhfafd I’m so scared

This was based on little bits of three separate requests.

All anxiety symptoms are solely based on personal experience; I’m not trying to push a certain idea of attacks or disrespect anyone.


Crushing.

The walls were closing, your breaths were breaking, your chest was pounding. Pounding, shaking, pressing. Crushing.

You shuddered on the ground, broken bones of your back fighting against the hard wall, sending aches up your neck, down your arms. Everything hurt, smearing your insides with insecurities, anxiety, and overwhelming urges to disappear. Just float away, escape from yourself, your ribs, your shaky fingertips, your ill-fitting lungs. Escape.

You were small in the grand scheme of your thoughts, underwhelmingly small, pointless, worthless, drowning in the crushing waves. No room for air, for positive thoughts, for clear eyes, steady hands, or mended bones. No room. And so you stayed on the ground, broken bones pressing against the wall, caught in the corner.

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