is everyone getting tired of these let me know

ok but what if BTS doesn’t want to wake up Yoongi not because they’re scared of angering him, but they actually don’t want to wake up him because they know how hard working he is and how less sleep he gets so they want to let him rest whenever he can

Confrontation! Sentence Memes

  • You don’t think of anyone but yourself.
  • Admit it, you’re scared aren’t you?
  • You’re out of control!
  • I hardly ever recognize you anymore, you’ve changed.
  • You spend all your time locked up doing lord knows what!
  • Don’t sneak up on me like that.
  • I heard the commotion last night… it must of been a terrible dream.
  • Listen, about last night…
  • Here’s a tip, stop hiding behind excuses each time someone is worried about you.
  • Why are you alone most of the time?
  • Weren’t you friends with them?
  • Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself?
  • I should have known better… than to be fooled by you.
  • You’re pretty satisfied with serving on your knees most of the time, huh?
  • Quit getting in my face.
  • I’m warning you, get off my back.
  • I didn’t need your help.
  • What’s your problem with me?
  • You say you don’t recognize me, but you’re the one who’s changed.
  • When will you quit pretending to care? I’m tired of your lip service.
  • You can’t stand being next to me. Why is that?
  • Not everyone is going to leave you, but not everyone is going to stay.
  • You’re gonna get nothing but sass from me if you don’t change the topic.
  • How many have you killed?
  • What if they catch you?
  • This is dangerous…
  • I know you didn’t have the best relationship with your father/mother…
  • You’re tired of fighting, aren’t you?
  • What have you ever gotten out of this?
  • They’re using you. 
  • I was only using you.
  • I’ve known your secret this entire time.
  • Do you really think no one will find out?
  • Someone is bound to see the true you and I’ll be there for your reckoning.
  • You only push me away. Let me help.
  • Are you suggesting we commit treason?
  • Don’t fool yourself, you’re just as loathsome as I am.
  • Stop. I won’t have these unnecessary misgivings. Focus on your task.
  • Your skepticism is easy to read. What is it that you’re doubting?
  • In the end, we’ve only gotten more pain. I’m sick of this.
  • You’re going to run away?
  • We’re escaping. Tonight.
  • Make no mistake, we’re not friends.
  • You’re low. Lower than scum.
  • I’m only helping you this once.
  • Be a little more grateful about my help, you would of been a goner.
  • You can’t do this alone, let me go with you.
  • You keep can’t doing this yourself, let me intervene I’m sure we can resolve this.
  • You keep being singled out, it isn’t fair.
  • Quit mothering me, I said I’ve got this under control.
  • Maybe you should stop worrying about me and look at yourself first.
  • Help me? You could hardly help yourself.
  • Of course making friends would be easy for you, you’re eager to please.
  • You really are an emotionless robot.
  • How can you brush me off, if you’ve never even given me a chance?
  • Don’t touch me.
  • Get out.
  • Get away from them!
  • Watch out!
  • You’re in danger.
  • Your loved one is in danger.
  • If you won’t do it, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind being in your place.
  • Please. Talk to me.
  • Don’t you ever say that again.
  • Don’t pretend we’re friends.
  • It was easy for your friends to abandon you. 
  • Shut up!
  • Let go of me.
  • Tell them how you really feel.
  • You’re not fooling anyone with your haughty display of strength.
  • Offended? I’m surprised. I thought you were hollow and unfeeling.
  • Tell me where it is.
  •  You said you’d never lie to me.
  • There’s nothing wrong in doing what is absolutely necessary. The ends justify the means.
  • You obey order without question, you’re just a docile dog aren’t you?
  • Maybe if you stopped being such an ice queen people would enjoy being around you.
  • You scorn others around you but you’ve never once stopped to open your eyes.

I’m literally just so proud of @taylorswift because she could have easily just kept taking the medias shit but she didn’t. She decided to do what she tells us to do everyday. “You are not the opinion of someone who doesn’t you know you.” People think this album is about revenge. It’s not, it’s actually about Taylor finally speaking up after all these years of being torn down by the media and being portrayed this “character” they made up for her to be everyday of the week. Quite frankly, anyone would get sick of something like that and break and say enough is enough. People forget that Taylor is a human being just like all of us, just because she is a celebrity doesn’t make it any less easier for her to take shit from people. She has feelings and after people have stepped on them for so many years, you get tired and sick of it. Taylor isn’t looking for revenge, she’s looking to tell her side of the story. The real version of the story and it’s up to everyone to believe her or not. But trust me, this time your gonna listen, your gonna hear and your gonna know that Taylor isn’t playing anymore of your games. She’s coming back stronger than ever and isn’t gonna let you break her anymore.

Alpha/Beta/Omega sentence meme!

Feel free to add your own!

  • “Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to be an (alpha/beta/omega) instead of an (alpha/beta/omega)?”
  • “What’s it like? Going through (heat/rut)?”
  • “I think the world would be a better place if we didn’t have alphas or omegas- imagine, everyone as a beta!”
  • “I said no!”
  • “I don’t understand how people can cheat once they’re mated- everyone else smells wrong.”
  • “I know we didn’t get off to the best start, but I want to try again; I want to court you, please? Or at least be friends! I don’t care that you’re an (alpha/beta/omega), I want to know you.”
  • “I’m tired of dealing with my (heat/rut) alone, could you please help me?”
  • “I like it when you get jealous/possessive/protective~”
  • “You know… Next time we have sex… I wouldn’t mind being bitten, we’re practically mates anyway right?”
  • “Did you bite me?!”
  • “I have goals in life and I’m not going to let being an (alpha/beta/omega) slow me down!”
  • “Some days I just want to say ‘fuck biology’ and settle down with a Beta, less drama with them y’know?”
  • “So I’m not an (alpha/beta/omega), that doesn’t mean we can’t be together!”
  • “Wow you smell really good today; new perfume/cologne?
  • “If potential mates can’t handle the fact that we smell like each other because we’re friends then they aren’t worthy mates.”
  • “Remember those sleepovers we had when we were younger, and we’d whisper about what we thought we’d present as, tease each other about what we thought our mates would be like… We should do that again, we’ve got lots more to whisper about now.”
  • “Omega’s aren’t slaves and they’re not porcelain dolls!”
  • “Not all alpha’s are controlling egotistical assholes!”
  • “The next alpha to look at me like I’m a piece of meat is going to get my foot up their ass.”
  • “I’m sorry if I freaked you out, I didn’t like the way that (alpha/beta/omega) was looking at you- it creeped me out and I didn’t know if you felt comfortable around them.”
  • “I don’t care if you do or don’t have a knot, I’m not interested in sex with anyone.”
  • “You DO realize I’m aromantic, right? I don’t want a mate.”
  • “Oh gods, did your heat just start?”
  • “I love how submissive/dominant you are.”
  • “Can we just cuddle tonight? I want more than just sex with you.”
  • “Slick tastes really gross, does it taste better to alpha’s/omega’s?”
  • “Knots sound so scary, are they really worth all the hype…?”
  • “If you had kids one day what do you hope they’ll be?”
  • “Can you walk me to my car please/walk me home? I get nervous being alone at night…”
  • “I want you as my mate.”
  • “What do I have to do to make her/him/them realize I want her/him/them to claim me?!”
  • “I still want a wedding.”
  • “You’re the only (alpha/beta/omega) I trust with this…”
BTS reaction to you saying “I love you” for the first time

anon:Hey!!!!! Can I please request the boys reaction to you saying “I love you” for the first time        


Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jin was in the kitchen preparing some snacks for your movie night. You came and back hug him saying “I love you” kissing softly his backs. He would turn back to you, wink and give you a quick kiss and then back to this what he was doing. He feels very happy that you said that. For the rest of the night smile wouldn’t disappear from his face.

“You finnaly said it.  Maybe you wanna say it again? I love when you are saying it.”


Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

At first he may think that he hear it bad. He ask you to repeat and when he make sure that you said this 3 words his gummy smile will show. I feel like Yoongi is not a person which would be showing you his feelings, like Tae or Hobi but this time he would do his best and make aegyo and pull you in tight hug.

“I love you too. A lot. The most in the world.”


Originally posted by jjks

He was waiting for it eternity. When you told him “I love you” in the most cutest way how you can he would be drama queen. Acting heart attact and would be satisfied that he made you laught. Hobi would give you a kiss and feeling like his dreams come true.

“Your Hobi loves you too, Y/n!”


Originally posted by yourpinkpill

you’re Jungkookie

“Listen, I love you and I’m getting worried about you”- you said to him when he spend 8 hour in row in his studio working. Namjoon turn to you with smile in his face. He would stand up, kiss you passionately, take your hand and leave work to spend more time with you because he don’t want you to be worried.

“You do love me huh? Same- I love you. Lets go for a walk, how about that?”


Originally posted by ohparkjimin

He really wanted to hear that you loved him but he won’t crowd you. Jimin would patiently wait for it. When you said it, his cute said will show (lol he is always cute) . He was starting to worring that maybe there is something wrong with him or your relationship but now you’re sitting infornt of him, waiting for his answer and squirm in nerves.

“Awww jagi~ Of course I love you too”


Originally posted by whyparkjimin

Tae was telling you that he loves you every day for few times, he text to you saying that and sometimes calling in mid of the night to say it. And it was the day when he called to you at 2AM. You were tired and sleep was all you needed now. So when Tae, all enthusiastic like always was telling you how much he loves you, you told him “I love you too but let me sleep” but it doesn’t help because he started to be even more enthusiastic. Be sure that he will tell everyone that you finally said it.

“You love me? I knew it that you will say it in one day! So can we get married now?”


Originally posted by ultranicolet

Jungkookie would be happy. Maybe freeze for few seconds and he wouldn’t know what to say. Happy in heart and can’t show it outside so he came closer to you to hug you tight and stay like this for some time. 

“I have no words for this. So I’ll only say that I love you more, Y/n.    

Truly an Irresistible Mistake!

Alright so the long awaited new game is out and we’ve already received reports of a number of cardiac arrests throughout the globe….

I for one almost died from secondhand embarrassment because I decided it’ll be a good idea to play the game on the bus but I couldn’t stop blushing and smirking so first and foremost my friends: 


Take this advice from this senpai…..

I think what has made this game already so popular when it was just released is the fact that it’s really different from typical voltage games and there’s one element in the game that definitely helped; and that would be the element of surprise!

This game is full of surprises and I will list some of them here and try to be spoiler free:

1. Badass MC

This is how you get introduced to the mc:

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Like ….really….

You have no idea how much I laughed at this & this is just the prologue! Be ready my friends cuz we’ve finally got a decent MC! Voltage finally heard us!

You can already see we’ve got a refreshing MC and she truly is blunt & badass! She’s probably the most adult-like MC which could be not so relatable for younger players but she says what’s in her mind, she’s confident, funny, possessive (in a…natural (?) way) and doesn’t let the guy dominate her. 

Ok this may sound stupid to some but this is one thing I also noticed:

The MC is wearing formal suit pants! For some reason I was bothered by the fact that voltage MCs ALWAYS wear skirt/dress even if it’s clearly raining cats and dogs outside so I kinda noticed this and was lowkey happy…. /0\

2.The Boss is not a jerk!

I’m gonna guess this is how ppl would react to this:

But you read it right my friends! 

If you’re into voltage you know they have a pattern with their guys.

The first/main guy is always the boss/superior in some way/annoyingly dominant !

But Shun is the biggest surprise of this game to me after the MC.

He’s so sweetly bright to me and I loved him so much that I already hate him for loving him to this extent after reading just his main story….

He did piss me off when he couldn’t make a decision more quickly and made the MC suffer for a while but I will forgive him cuz the MC bluntly let him know “she’s tired” which made him get his shit together. 

Just to give you an idea of how original he is: He took the MC to MacDonald on their first date!:)))   I mean how cute is that lmao

He is also voiced and if you play both the endings you can get his special voiced movie and that movie made me like him even more… ugh =_=

3. Mature plot

I think everyone already knows we’ve got a mature story here.

The MC wakes up finding herself in a hotel room and figures she has slept with a coworker and the rest is about how she handles the mess and tries to act professionally at the same time.

It’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I personally liked it. Even though only one guy has been released so far I’m def gonna play the rest and I’m sure I’ll enjoy them potentially even more than the first route!

p.s: The sex scenes are quite intense! Probably the most intense I’ve ever seen in a voltage game; comparable to Otome CD dramas. lol

Just a heads up to people who don’t enjoy these things & *winks* at fellow sisters who’re into it! ;^)

4. A childhood friend who’s not playable!!

At first when I noticed this I was like

Like he is just your childhood friend who went to kindergarten, school, and now  works at the same company as you and just happens to be super cute!! But he is not playable!!!! At least not yet….

There’s also a cute doc who’s Shun’s childhood friend but much to my surprise he also isn’t in the options!! 

As much as I liked the childhood friend I don’t mind him just be there for her…Not in a romantic way. In real life, not all childhood friends have thing for each other and so his existence in the game like this is refreshing :)

5. MC has a pet!

Correct me if I’m wrong but I think this is the first time!

I don’t know why I found this surprising but if you have played Voltage long enough you’d know this is probably the first time the pet is MC’s and not the guy’s!!!

I didn’t even think about this much until I played this game and noticed and now I’m wondering why voltage has never gave their MCs a pet until now?🤔  

And well, the cat is SO CUTE!!

Overall I’ve really enjoyed this game so far! 5 episodes of Shun’s main story are free for a limited time and if you play his main story you can read 3 episodes of the next guy for free in the campaign. 

I can’t wait for the next cinnamon rolls to be released and I will update once they’re out!

If anyone wants the CGs message me. Just didn’t wanna spoil it for people who wanna play the game ^^

Happy playing ^_^)/


I would have a break down every time my mom said we were moving. As a child, you get so tired of saying bye to everyone and letting go of things. You start being scared of forming attachments because you’re scared you’ll have to leave soon. But in the end, honestly, I’m very glad to have had that experience because I feel like it made me who I am. Now I feel like I’m a very flexible person. I can kind of go with the flow and make friends and I’m good at letting things go. Which I feel, I don’t know. As you become an adult, you notice qualities in yourself, and you’re like now I know why I am the way I am, you know? And that’s a good thing.

Liberty and Justice (NSFW)

Eggsy Unwin x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Kingsman/Avengers AU - The Avengers are a branch of the Statesmen located in New York, Eggsy and Merlin have come to the states in search of Harry and you have been assigned to work with Eggsy to help find the man who may have kidnapped him causing Bucky (Sergeant) to get a little jealous.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: DONE! If there are any glaring grammatical errors just let me know and I’ll fix it in the morning. I’m too tired right now. I pulled these images off google to make this gif so I don’t know who the original artists are. If you do let me know and I’ll credit them. Glad I finally managed to write this because I honestly wasn’t sure how I was going to do it at first but I’m (sort of) pleased with the result. Also, this is still a reader fic but because everyone in Kingsmen and Statesmen going by code names the reader and the Avengers go by code names. Just trust me on this.

“Are you fucking serious? I have to go back there?” Eggsy groaned, throwing a small tantrum.

“Yes Eggsy, you and I have to go back to see the Statesmen, they are the only ones who can help us find Harry.” Merlin sighed. “But don’t worry, we are going to see the New Yorkers this time, not the mid-westerners.”

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the “morning after”

Prompt: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and has a party, but ends up ditching with Peter. They end up at his apartment where they talk and dance, but when the reader wakes up on the morning Peter is gone and the Reader is forced to try and make her way home with out being seen by paparazzi

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: implications of sex, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2,084

Notes: Peter isn’t really in this, but I thought the idea was cute so I ran with it. Also, this is my first published work on this side blog, but if you guys like it and want to see more, request some stuff! I will write all MCU characters, as I haven’t really seen the shows and wouldn’t be able to do them justice. But anyways, kudos to you if you actually read this little mini-rant and enjoy this fic ! 

Originally posted by koenigreus

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whew! the batch of ml fashion requests, finally! these took so long for me to spill out you can actually see my style change. thank you to everyone who requested, you all have the best ideas i swear. also sidenote: if you don’t see your request here, that’s because i have bigger plans for it >vo+

pink bubblegum / reddie

“and when you’re blue, i’m red, i wanna kiss your neck n’ make you purple all over”

a/n: hi this is my first lil imagine thingy on this account, so i hope you enjoy! i’ve aged the boys up, to about 16/17, because i’m slightly uncomfortable about writing make out sessions between 13 year olds??

summary: richie and eddie were finding their homework boring, and richie suggests a slightly different activity,

pairing: richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak

warnings: swearing (unsuprisingly), kissing, fluff?

it was a cool autumn evening in the small town of derry. richie tozier and eddie kaspbrak were sitting at the park, both boys trying to grasp the concept of trigonometry. richie slammed his textbook shut, letting out an exasperated groan. 

“jesus christ, i’m never gonna get this!” the curly-haired boy exclaimed. he looked at the smaller boy beside him, resting his head in his hands. richie had noticed the way eddie ran his fingers through his hair, also seemingly frustrated because of the work. richie didn’t even know why he was noticing small actions like that, but he seemed to be doing it a lot lately.

“it’ll be okay, rich. you’ll get this in no time. but, how ‘bout we take a lil break for a bit?” eddie spoke, his doe eyes meeting richie’s, which were magnified due to his coke-bottle glasses. richie quickly nodded in agreement, and looked away for a moment. he felt his stomach tighten whenever richie looked at him. or, said his nickname. or, when eddie did anything, really.

“i have an idea, my little eddie spaghetti.” the curly-haired boy spoke up, locking eyes with eddie again. eddie rolled his eyes at the nickname, but before he could protest, richie spoke up again, feeling those butterflies in his tummy. “earlier today, i heard you talking to stan and mike about never being kissed, no?” richie began, a shit-eating smirk spreading across his lips. eddie felt his cheeks heat up and become a deep red.

“s-so what? are you gonna make fun of me? besides it’s not like you’ve kissed anyone either! i-” eddie began to defend himself, but was cut off again.

“eddie, i’ve had my first kiss already, but this isn’t the point.” richie rolled his eyes, as if it were obvious that he’d kissed someone. for some reason, eddie felt his stomach drop. he became jealous, seemingly out of nowhere. he didn’t want richie to see, though, and took a sudden interest in all of the random scribbles on the bench the pair sat at.

“who did you have it with?” the small boy asked timidly. he still chose to focus on the bench, waiting for an answer.

“oh, eddie boy! i thought you knew! it was dear, old, mrs. k.” richie smirked, eddie looked up and rolled his eyes, lightly punching the taller boy in the shoulder. richie smiled proudly at his joke, noticing how red eddie’s cheeks were.

“i kid. i’ve actually never had my first kiss. i know, shocker, the playa himself hasn’t even kissed anybody! oh, the humani-”

“was there a point to this whole conversation?” eddie interjected, before richie could finish his dramatic wailing. 

“right, yes.” richie nodded, a sudden seriousness laced in his tone. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and eddie couldn’t help but admire him in that moment.

“i- um, i was wondering if maybe… possibly… you’d wanna share your first kiss with me?” richie asked quietly. his cheeks flushed, as he waited for a response, the worst case-scenarios playing out in his head.

eddie, on the other hand, was completely shocked. his complexion was for sure beet red, and he felt his heart begin to speed up. all the little boy could do was nod quickly.

richie wasted no time on putting his slightly chapped lips on eddie’s soft ones. both boys’ minds and hearts were racing a mile a minute. eddie brought his hands up, one of them gently cupping richie’s cheek, the other resting gently on the base of his neck.

the boys’ both turned their heads to get a better angle as richie pulled eddie into his lap, his hands carefully placed on eddie’s waist. his thumbs softly traced circles into the smaller boys’ hip bones.

surprisingly, eddie swiped his tongue across richie’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. richie happily complied, opening his mouth for the boy. eddie could taste bubblegum and cigarettes on richie’s tongue, and he honestly loved it.

richie pulled back after a moment or two, both of the boys needing to catch their breath. their foreheads rested on one another’s; their eyes still closed. 

“not bad for your first time, hm?” richie asked in a hushed tone, his gaze not meeting eddie’s yet. he felt like he was on top of the world, a whirlwind of butterflies in his tummy and a red blush adorning his freckled cheeks. he couldn’t forget how eddie tasted of sweet strawberries, probably because of his chapstick.

“was amazing. ten out of ten, would make out with you again.” eddie joked, the two of them giggling softly. eddie pulled his face away from richie’s, but stayed on the boy’s lap. eddie loved how red richie’s cheeks were, and he was sure his matched. 

eddie leaned forward and pressed soft, feathery kisses to richie’s cheeks, trailing down to his neck. he felt richie jump slightly at the neck kiss, so he did it again. richie let out a noise, making eddie proud for some reason, eddie then tried something risky.

the small boys’ slightly swollen lips began to suck on the curly-haired boy’s sensitive skin, making richie grip eddie’s waist even tighter. eddie squealed, pulling away to look at richie. he’d left a bright purple mark on the boy’s neck.

“eds, we should save that for another time.” richie hummed and winked, making eddie roll his eyes for the millionth time that evening. richie pecked eddie’s nose as eddie got off of richie’s lap. he didn’t even feel the need to correct richie about the nickname at the moment.

“oh man, now i get to tell everyone that my first kiss was with the richie tozier. i’m gonna make everyone in derry so jealous.” eddie spoke sarcastically with a dumb grin, looking up at trashmouth himself.

richie scoffed, pretending to be offended and putting a hand over his heart. “you love me, loser.”

“mmmhmmm,” came a joking response. the two carried on like this as the sun set, before richie walked eddie home.

the night definitely didn’t go as planned, but it was worth it.

a/n: pls let me know what you think!! i’m literally so tired rn so this is possibly shitty but uhhhh yeah! see ya’ll next time?? idk how 2 end author’s notes?

13 Reasons Why (Tape 5)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, John, Mary, Ketch, Gabriel

Warnings: swearing, lying, discomfort, overall angst

Word count: 5535

Summary: as he begins to resolve things with Ketch, Dean realises that the tapes need to be kept safe and hidden. He continues on to listen to tape 5 and finds out more about why you decided to take your life.

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

“I can’t let these tapes get out, it would be the end of me working for the Men of Letters,” Ketch snapped.

“You’re worried that these tapes will be the end of your job? They were the end of Y/N’s life!” Dean screamed. He didn’t care that so many guns were pointed towards him. He was tired of everyone making these tapes about them, they were about you! “Look, I don’t care about your damn job, OK? But those tapes aren’t going anywhere, no one you work for is going to find them and there’s not a chance in hell that you are burning them!”

“I have to,” Ketch replied with a calm voice. “I can not let these get out, your word means nothing to me. You Winchesters have screwed me over more times than I can count.”

“Right back at ya, buddy,” Dean replied. “How do we know you’re not gonna take them back to the Men of Letters for some weird analysation crap?!”

“We can burn them here if we must,” Ketch complained. He didn’t understand, Dean was not letting him take them.

He looked over at Sam, gave him the nod and just like that, all four of them had their guns out. Mary shot the man to her left, John shot forward at a woman and Sam chased someone into the library. Ketch ran to Dean and knocked his gun out of his hand. More people around Ketch and Dean just started dropping like flies. Sure, there were more Brits in that room, but the Winchesters were the best. They protected those tapes because they were important to you. You needed them to be heard by everyone on there, and Dean wasn’t done yet.

Dean had taken as many punches as he had thrown, yet Ketch still seemed to be becoming weaker a lot faster. The anger inside Dean must have been pushing him past whatever he was supposed to feel; he just felt numb and continued to go at Ketch, eventually knocking him to the floor.

Ketch picked up the gun he had kicked over and was about to point it in Dean’s face. That’s when Mary turned the safety off on hers while she pressed it against the back of Ketch’s head.

“Don’t move a damn muscle,” Mary growled as Ketch realised that everyone on his side was dead. They had killed them within minutes.

“Now, now Mary,” he said as he stood slowly with his hands up in defence. “Let’s not make any bad decisions.”

Sam walked over to the tapes that had been dropped. One of them had been crushed… Tape 5.

“You destroyed one of the tapes,” Sam snapped. His voice was dangerously low.

“What? Which tape?” Dean asked in worry as he stepped forward and noticed the number on the tape. “No, no no no,” he cried. “I hadn’t listened to that one yet, I can’t miss one out. I need to know what happened to her.”

“Dean,” Ketch tried to speak.

“Shut the fuck up!” Dean fumed. “You broke the fucking thing, now you are going to fix it.”

“And why would I ever do that?“ Ketch snarled as he spat some blood from his mouth on to the floor.

“Is it yours?” Dean asked calmly although the rage was still coursing through his veins.

“What?” Ketch asked, Dean looked at him as if it was obvious and once again, he was angry.

“Tape 5!” Dean screamed. “Is it yours?”

“No,” Ketch shook his head. He started to worry when he pieced together what Dean was planning. “You wouldn’t-”

“Oh, I would,” Dean snapped back as he held the broken tape in his hand. “You will fix this thing or I swear I will give your boss your tape. Don’t try me, Ketch.”

Ketch pressed his lips together and breathed heavily through his nose. He was more worried than angry, that tape would ruin his life. “These tapes aren’t going anywhere, your bosses aren’t going to find out about them,” Sam added. “Even if they do, they don’t have a chance against us. These tapes are Y/N’s legacy… And we protect our own.”

Ketch wasn’t left unattended. Someone had a gun at the back of his head at all times because he was the most untrustworthy person any of them had ever encountered.

When it was Dean’s turn, he sat opposite Ketch at the library table with his gun pointed towards him. “Why do you wanna be rid of it so bad?” Dean asked.

“When you hear it you’ll know,” Ketch replied as he kept his eyes on the tape. He was slowly but surely fixing tape number 5.

“So what you’re saying is you hurt her-”

“What I did wasn’t good. It wasn’t good for Y/N and it wasn’t good on my behalf,” Ketch admitted, his attention was still on the tape he was fixing. “If the Men of Letters find out about what I did, it wouldn’t only lose me my job, they would kill me.”

“Why?” Dean growled quietly. His grip on the gun in his hand tightened.

“Because it goes against orders, I lied to her about something they wanted her to do and then it led to everything that happened, you’ll see when you get to my tape.”

“Everyone talks about these tapes so simply, like they’re just so easy to listen to,” Dean snapped.

“I didn’t find them easy,” Ketch replied, his focus drawing away from the tape and his eyes looking at Dean. “I liked Y/N. Not in that way of course, she was very young, not really my type. But in my cold heart I found a soft spot for the girl… Knowing that I did something that affected her life so badly wasn’t easy for me to hear.”

“So why didn’t you just burn them after you heard your tape?” Dean asked with genuine curiosity.

“Y/N said in the first tape that I was being watched, so I listened to them all.” He returned to fixing the tape, it almost looked as good as new. “When I finished the last tape I was going to burn them, but Sam took them from me and passed them on. I was never able to track them again until they were back here… Every time I remembered who the next person on the tapes were, they had already finished them and passed them on to another,” Ketch finished explaining.

Dean was still angry, but at least now he understood why. He didn’t trust Ketch as far as he could throw him, but he knew that when he let him go there was no chance he would tell the Brits about what happened. He was too scared of them finding out about the tapes.

Once the tape was fixed, they let him go. Of course, not without a stern warning from each of them first. Coming after you was a mistake that Ketch would never make again. At least Dean knew now how careful he had to be with the tapes, he couldn’t just leave them lying around for someone to find easily.

This was a lesson that Dean needed.

Ketch was gone, the dead Brits were still left in the bunker but they all bagged up the bodies and prepared them to be salt and burned. Sam quietly suggested to Dean to go and listen to tape 5 while the rest of them took care of the bodies.

Another tape. Another sad story, another thing Dean may not be able to handle. This time he took the tape to the kitchen and sat in there to listen to it. Your voice played through the headphones.

“Bad decisions. We all make them, right? I mean, some worse than others… But we all make them. Sometimes even if we know it’s the wrong decision, we just want a sense of security. We want to feel safe and sometimes making the easy yet wrong decision is the only way.”

* * *

It was a Monday which meant your brothers wouldn’t be visiting you until tomorrow. Although you were mad every time they visited because they didn’t get you out, the loneliness of them not being there was slowly killing you. It was awful. A pain that was inexplainable.

You sat in your room on the small, uncomfortable bed. It squeaked every time you moved, the springs inside stabbed into your back. All your thoughts were on every negative thing you could come up with, but you were drawn away from those thoughts when a man suddenly appeared in your room, causing you to scream. His hand came over your mouth to stop the screams. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m a brother of Castiel.”

His confidence in his words made him feel trustworthy. You never trusted any of the Angels, but this one seemed different. Even after slowly losing faith in all the people around you, it felt like you could somehow trust this Angel. He moved his hand away from your mouth and you began to question him quietly, you couldn’t let the nurses hear you talking to someone.

“You’re an Angel?” You questioned. “Who are you?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m not just any Angel.”

* * *

“And it was him, the sweetest and cockiest Angel I had ever met in that moment. The Archangel… The trickster…”

“No!” Dean cursed.

“Welcome to your tape, Gabriel.”

* * *

“Why are you here?” You breathed out shakily. “What do you want from me?”

“Well, your brothers have been praying a lot and quite frankly it’s annoying me,” Gabriel admitted. “They’ve been praying to Castiel, but brother dearest is busy and will not stop asking me to do the job for him. I’m here to check on you, to ask how you’re doing.“

“To check on me?” You questioned with an aggressive tone. “I’m in a damn psychiatric institution, how do you think I’m feeling?”

“Ok, you’re right. Asking how you were was a stupid question,” he admitted. “Maybe I can just cheer you up? I have nothing better to do.”

“Cheer me up, how?” You asked with genuine curiosity. Any other Angel would have just came to see if you were still alive and then left. But this one, this Archangel that the boys had told you about before, the so called ‘trickster’, was kind. Why was he kind? It didn’t make sense to you, but you didn’t want to wish it away. You needed to know what would happen next.

“Well what do you want?” He asked. “Are you hungry?”

With a click of his fingers a bacon roll appeared in front of you. “I’m a vegetarian,” you snapped at him. You wanted to see how far he could be pushed.

“My apologies.” Once again, he clicked his fingers and it was gone. “You tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“My hair is a little tangled, I hate it like this,” you complained.

“No problem,” he smiled as he passed you a hairbrush that suddenly appeared in his hands. “And here, a cupcake. It’s vegetarian, I promise.”

Gabriel placed the cute cupcake on the table next to you and gave you his sweetest smile. He was so kind. You still didn’t understand why, but you didn’t seem to care. “You want me to help?” He questioned as he took the hairbrush from you and you turned around. He gently pushed your hair back behind you so he could start brushing it. He was careful over the knots to be sure he didn’t hurt you. Who knew that Angels could be kind?

After that day, he began visiting you every day. He would bring you presents and take care of you, he made you actually want to be alive rather than cry and moan all day about how bad it was. He made you feel happy, and even though the nurses had no idea about his regular visits, they all noticed a big change in your mood. They told your father, John, that it may be time for you to leave the hospital because you were showing signs of the medication working and that they were finally increasing your levels of happiness.

It was a few months before you were allowed to leave and you owed it all to him. To Gabriel.

So, on that last day when you were released, you kissed him. On his last visit to your room you grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him close and softly kissed him. His lips were smooth, they moved gently with yours as his hand moved to the back of your head to pull you closer to him. It lasted longer than you had expected before you pulled away and smiled at him. He was perfect… But you knew it wouldn’t last. So why did you let yourself get so close? What was he going to do to hurt you?

When you were discharged from the institute, Sam and Dean were the ones to pick you up. You spoke to them happily and didn’t bother to be angry with them anymore, it wasn’t their fault you were in there anyways… It was Charlie’s. But you had to forget about her now, just focus on the positives. The things like the kiss with Gabriel.

“What’s got you so happy?” Dean asked from the drivers seat while Sam rode shotgun.

“What’s there to be unhappy about? I’m coming home from the worst place in the world and I don’t ever have to go back. I’m with my brothers, I’m happy now,” you smiled.

“Well we’re happy to have you back,” Sam replied gleefully. “And we know how much you’ve missed it so we’re buying you lunch at-”

“Louie’s Pizza Parlour Extravaganza?!” You screamed excitedly.

Dean chuckled. “How’d you guess?”

“You guys know it’s my favourite!” You exclaimed as you clapped your hands together. “This day can’t get any better.”

The boys both loved your excitement in that moment. All they were doing was taking you for pizza, to them that’s all it was. But to you it was getting to spend time with your family once again and eating a pizza from your favourite pizza parlour in the world. It was a huge difference to the food they had given you in Serenity Grove. To them it was another day, to you it was perfect.

You spent hours at the pizza place just talking and messing around, it was one of your best memories with your brothers. It was a moment you appreciated so much but it didn’t last long. Nothing good ever did.

You knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier having to hear it. “Y/N, on a more serious note, we need to know what’s happening between you and dad.”

You shook your head. “I don’t have a dad.”

And you wanted that to be the end of it. No more talking about the ass that was John Winchester. Of course it wasn’t the end, but you continued to look down and eat your fries.

“Dad misses you, Y/N,” Dean spoke. “He’s happy that you’re coming home.”

“Home,” you laughed ironically. “That’s a funny word, really, isn’t it? My home is with you guys, not John and his bitch wife.”

“Hey! That’s our mom you’re talking about,” Dean snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you replied sarcastically. “John and your bitch mom. There, is that better?”

“Hey, come on,” Sam tried to speak reasonably. You had only just got out and he didn’t want to cause an argument. “You and dad may not see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he’s really excited that you’re coming home. So is mom.”

“If they wanted me home so badly they wouldn’t have put me in there to start with,” you replied quietly, avoiding eye contact with both of them. “But sure, let’s go back to the bunker. I knew this wouldn’t last anyway.”

So there it was, the pain once again. Why did John and Mary have to even stay with you guys? They were adults that could get out on their own and take care of themselves.

The trip back to the bunker was silent. You didn’t understand how you could go from having the time of your life with your brothers to complete silence and awkwardness. It wasn’t a strange occurrence for things to go from good to bad within a matter of seconds, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Since the ride back was so long you began thinking that maybe you could take control of this, you could control whether you were happy or sad. Even though you hated him with every fibre of your being, John was happy that you were coming home. Maybe you shouldn’t get all angry with him when you return. You weren’t going to forgive him of course, but getting angry wouldn’t bring back lost time. You just had to hold on to your kiss with Gabriel and hope that it was enough to push you to be nice to John and Mary.

As Dean parked the car outside the bunker, they both looked back at you in the back seat and were about to ask you to not react badly to John. “You guys don’t have to say anything.”

You opened the car door and stepped outside before making your way towards the bunker. You stepped in casually just like you were heading back home once again, which was what you were doing but it had just been a long time. You made your way down the stairs, your expression unreadable as Sam and Dean followed behind you. John and Mary were in the war room just waiting for you to arrive back. They stood and soon as they saw you, no one knowing how to react.

You stared at John and just thought back to the times he had visited you. You knew he was thinking about it too, those times you had attacked him and kicked and punched and screamed that you hated him. “Y/N,” he spoke softly.

And in that second, just the sound of his voice angered you. You hated him, but at the same time, you loved him. You could feel holes being burned into you from the stares you were getting from Sam, Dean and Mary. As you dropped your backpack to the floor and stepped towards John, you thought that everyone would expect you to attack him. But you didn’t speak, you didn’t say a word. You reached out your arms and hugged him.

For a moment John didn’t react. He had no idea this is how you would react. Then he sighed with relief. His daughter was home and she wasn’t mad. Of course you were, but you had to put it behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “I’m happy you’re home.”

You smiled to yourself because his words felt real, like he really meant them. You didn’t believe them, but hearing them was going to have to be enough. You looked over at Mary after you pushed out of the hug with John. “It’s good to have you back, sweetheart. I made you something to eat,“ she smiled.

You could have just told her that the boy’s already took you for lunch, but of course you didn’t.

“What, did you poison it or something?” You snapped as you remembered her saying that you were better off dead. You realised what you had just done, and everyone stared at you just like they were waiting for you to fuck up. No, not anymore. You weren’t going to let that be who you were. “I’m kidding!” You giggled. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a normal place. Appropriate and inappropriate kinda merge together in that place…”

“It’s okay,” Mary smiled as she reached her hand our for you. Her smile seemed genuine. It confused you, why would she be kind to you now after what she said?

Regardless, you needed to start putting effort in to improve your own life. That’s why you took her hand and let her lead you to the kitchen. You had expected the boys to follow you but they stayed where they were which just left you and Mary alone in the kitchen. She gave you the tomato pasta she had made you and sat opposite you while pouring a glass of orange juice.

Even when everyone else wasn’t around, she was nice to you. If she hated you so much and thought you ruined her family why would she still be nice even when you were both alone? “If you need anything else, just let me know.”

The whole day felt a little weird now that you had a new attitude. You all seemed to get along ok, which made you think even more that you were the problem. You weren’t the problem, families just argued sometimes and that’s part of life- no ‘one person’ is the cause of all fights between a family.

You returned to your room and began thinking of Gabriel again. You wanted to see him, you couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. It was soft and tender, he was so sweet and slow. It was perfect, you wanted more. You needed more. When you prayed, he didn’t show. Why?

You thought that he must have been busy and decided to just head back to the library where everyone was. You sat at the table in the library and picked up a book, mindlessly flicking through the pages as your thoughts were back on Gabriel.

“You know-” you heard at the same time as a flutter of wings, “-I can hear you when you think about me.”

“Gabriel!” You exclaimed as you threw the book down. “What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask him the same damn question,” John growled. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dad, it’s okay,” you replied and everyone’s eyes shot to you. “What? He’s a good Angel, he was there for me in Serenity Grove.”

“Yeah, I was ‘there for her’,” he winked at the rest of your family. “You know, helped her out when she was in need.”

“You didn’t need to be there for her,” Dean snapped. “Sam and me visited her every week.”

“Well, if you helped her in the way I’m talking about, that would be kinda wrong, wouldn’t it?” Gabriel asked in a cocky tone. You thought he was talking about the kiss, but then he continued to lie. “Those nights we spent tangled up the sheets really were special to me, Y/N.”

“You son of a bitch!” John screamed as he jumped forward to grab Gabriel but he just disappeared and reappeared in a different place.

“Tangled in the sheets?” You questioned. “No! Nothing like that happened.”

“You can’t deny it when I have this to prove it,” Gabriel smiled as he pulled out his phone and pressed a single button before all of your phones went off. You pulled it out to see the picture that he had sent to every single person on his contacts and you knew that he got most of them from the boys and Castiel.

The picture was compelling. He must have taken if when you closed your eyes to kiss him. The photo was cropped so that it just showed above your shirt so it looked like you weren’t wearing one, the angle looked as if you were laying down. And of course, you were happily kissing him back and your hair was a mess.

You looked up and noticed the judging looks you were getting from everyone in your family… Even from your brothers. They were the only people you cared about the opinions of. “Ok, yes, we kissed but we didn’t-”

“Save it,” John snapped. Gabriel was going to ruin everything. “You stay the hell away from my daughter,” he growled at the Archangel.

“Whatever you say,” Gabriel smiled before clicking his fingers and disappearing from the room. How could he do that to you? After everything.

“I promise it’s not true!” You tried to explain.

“Out of everyone it could have been you chose him!” John shouted. “After everything he has put our family through, you just couldn’t help yourself could you?”

* * *

“Those words were heartbreaking. You said it as if I was just a common slut that sleeps with everyone, like some cheap whore. You called me easy… If I was so easy, why did everyone find me so hard to love? Why did you?”

* * *

You had stormed off to your room after they all failed to believe you. Why would your family not trust you that you would tell the truth? You expected Mary and John to not believe you but you had thought your brothers would support you. They didn’t. They said it wasn’t a problem but that you should have admitted to it rather than trying to hide it. It just resulted in you screaming at them all and then coming to your room to cry.

As you wiped the tears away, someone unexpected appeared in your room. Gabriel. “Y/N?” He asked as he noticed your tears. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You growled. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You slammed your fists against his chest but as you went to do it again he grabbed your wrists.

“Just calm down, we can talk about this.”

“Why did you lie?” You sobbed as you stopped trying to pull your wrists away from his hands. “You’re ruining what I have with my family. I hate you! I hate you!” You tried to hit him again but it was just a failure and the tears continued to stream down your face.

“Hey, talk to me,” he tried to calm you.

“You lied about us having sex,” you cried. “Why?”

“Me and some of the Angels had a bet that I could convince a bunch of your friends that we really did, it’s no big deal,” he chuckled.

“No big deal?” You asked as you yanked your hands away from him. “It’s a big deal to me you asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you? Is that all I am to you? A bet?”

“No! Y/N, I wanted to kiss you.” He brushed your hair away from your face but you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me. You can lie about touching me, maybe that’s one thing you can take from me, but one thing you can’t take from me is my right to say no. Now get the fuck out of my room. Unless you tell the truth, I never want to see you again.”

You felt amazing after what you said. You felt strong and powerful. You told him what was what and he knew it. You knew that through the change on his face when you told him what he could never take from you. “I guess I won’t be seeing you ever again then, Y/N, unless you change your mind.”

You stood there with your arms crossed across your chest and scoffed at his words. “Not fucking likely.”

* * *

“People were right about you Gabriel. And when I say people, I mean everyone that ever had anything to say about you. Some said you were sweet, but others said you were a liar and a cheat. They were all right. You were one book with two covers, I guess I forgot to read the other one before getting involved in your story.”

Tape 5 was over. Dean, once again, was left with his feelings after the tape. A few minutes later, Sam came in to the kitchen to grab some food. “You alright, man?”

“Gabriel’s tape was just. Wow, I mean,” he sighed. “Shit, dude. Why didn’t we believe her?”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“I mean, at the time the evidence was there, he made a damn compelling case. But now I’m thinking back to it and… Why? She was our sister. We didn’t believe her, worst of all we believed Gabriel over her! She knew how much we hated that guy, how much he hurt us,” Dean began to rant. “She must have felt so betrayed… Every single one of these tapes, we always seem to have something to do with it. It’s our fault more than anyone else’s.”

“We can’t afford to think like that,” Sam said as he took a seat opposite Dean at the kitchen table.

“Why not? Because it’s the truth?” Dean growled. “We need to take some damn responsibility.”

“Not for the tapes that aren’t ours,” Sam replied quickly.

“You don’t even have one!” Dean snapped back.

“And I’m still blaming myself!” Sam finished. “You think you’re the only person that feels all this pain and that you’re the only reason why? It kills me every day to even wake up, Dean. I have to push myself to get out of bed and face another one of these fucking days where she’s gone and we have to keep living. She was my sister too… I loved her. You’re not the only one that lost her.”

“You don’t think I know that, Sammy?” Dean questioned with a softer tone. “Look, I’m sorry that all I do is complain. But I just feel like we did something wrong, like we didn’t do enough. I’m sorry, I know that you miss her… I do too. But Sammy, we can’t let it pull us apart like this. We’re gonna all have to be there for each other if we’re going to get through this…”

Sam just looked down at the table before nodding. “I was thinking about what you said before about Jody, that we haven’t visited in a while. She called earlier and asked if we wanted to go visit, she might have found a case.”

Dean smiled with a nod. “Just me and you? What about mom and dad-”

“They’ve already found a hunt somewhere else,” Sam interrupted. Dean knew that it was because they didn’t want to go, but he just nodded at Sam’s lie. He couldn’t be bothered with even more arguing. “Ok, better get packing…”

They both headed off to their rooms to just grab a few shirts and everything they would need for the next few days. As Dean was about to put his wallet away, he realised that he still had the note in there that you had left Sam for the tapes. He thought about it for a few moments before taking it out and holding the folded piece of paper between his fingers. He sat there on his bed, took a deep breath and began to open up the letter.

His fingers brushed over it as he smiled at the fact it was your handwriting. He always remembered that when you were researching you would write things down that could be of importance later. Then, before he could stop himself, he began to read the letter.

I know that this letter will be hard for you to read.
But I promise you, it can’t be as hard as it is writing it.
I need you to do me a favour with these tapes that I’m leaving you…
I need you to make sure that everyone on there listens to them…
And I want you to listen to them too.
These tapes are the only legacy I’m leaving.
When you read this letter it will already be too late, I’ll already be dead.
I love you and Dean so much, and I’m sorry for what I’m about to do to you.
Well, to you, it’s what I’ve already done.
It’s my time, I know it’s my time. I just can’t do it anymore.
You don’t need me, you’ll move on to the next problem that life gives you and forget.
I never wanted to hurt you and Dean, and I wish I didn’t have to do this,
But I do. It’s the only way for me to feel okay again.
I’m so lucky to have met such a amazing people like you and Dean. You’re my family.
I don’t deserve you guys, I never did. I would have destroyed you,
Just like how I destroyed my mom. It’s what I do, I ruin people’s lives.
I couldn’t live knowing that I could ever hurt you. I love you both too much.
I hope you can forgive me. I’m so sorry. I love you.
Love from, Y/N

Dean’s tear dripped on to the paper; that was how he eventually realised at he was even crying. The letter was powerful, it was so full of love for them but hatred for yourself.

“You ready to go man?” Sam asked as he knocked at Dean’s bedroom door.

“Yeah,” Dean hid the rest of the tapes in the safe in his room and put tape 6 in the player, ready for when he was at Jody’s. He finished the letter, and now he’d finished tape 5. He was ready for tape 6. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On

summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening. 

warnings: smut (kinda)

words: 5.3k


I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops

Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap

This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x

(if u don’t know what a ‘sex dice’ is click here)


Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.

It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.

Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.

“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.

“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.

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BTS: Public Displays of Affection


He’s like a fairytale prince when you’re in public—kisses your hand for no reason, opens all the doors for you even when it isn’t actually the most convenient way to get through the door, always has whatever you need in the moment (a tissue, some water, his jacket if you’re cold). He’ll peck you on the lips if you push for it, but he gets pretty embarrassed about it. Jin keeps it entirely G-rated until you’re alone, but there’s no doubt in the mind of anyone who sees you two that you’re romantically together. “You want to kiss here? Anyone could be looking! Well, all right, as long as it’s just one…”

Namjoon/Rap Monster

Namjoon is casually possessive of you in public. It’s entirely instinctive for him to guide you from place to place with a hand on your lower back, or stand in front of you on a crowded subway so you don’t get bumped, or rest a hand on your waist while you’re standing in line for something. He’s very openly protective as well—if he sees someone staring at you, he’ll pull you into a kiss to make sure whoever it is knows the score. Namjoon really likes it if you instigate something in public, too; he’s a little insecure still and gets a confidence boost if you hold his hand in front of everyone. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone bother you. Just stay close to me and it’ll be fine.”


Yoongi doesn’t go in for PDA at all. He’ll let you rest your head on his shoulder if you’re out together and you’re drunk or tired, and he’ll hold your hand in a movie if it’s dark, but his view is that personal relationships should be private. He’ll absolutely go with you to the museum, or to get coffee, and he doesn’t care if people know you’re dating, but physical intimacy stays behind closed doors. If you make him jealous, you won’t hear anything about it until you’re alone at home—and then you’re in for it. “I need that hand, you know, how else am I going to carry the grocery bags? Don’t pout. You know I’ll let you hang onto me all you want at home.”


Hoseok is the snuggle king. He plays footsie with you under the café table, kisses your cheeks to distract you at the arcade, and pulls your legs into his lap if you’re gaming, watching a movie, or anything else involving a sofa. His motivation is extremely simple—he loves you, he likes to touch you, and he doesn’t care at all if anyone does or doesn’t know it. If you let him lay his head in your lap on a picnic, he might die of happiness. “I can’t help myself, you’re so cute when you’re concentrating like that!”


Tae is most often the PDA instigator. If you’re walking together, he’ll reach out to hold your hand. If you’re playing video games with the boys, he’ll pull you into his lap. At the store or the movies or the zoo, he’ll lean over to kiss you when he thinks no one is looking, and then get caught up in the moment and not notice when someone is looking. Taehyung is proud to be your man, and he makes sure you know it. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was some kind of exhibitionist… “Jagiya, I just want everyone to know I’m with you. If I don’t stay close by, someone might steal you away!”


Most of the time, you have to be the instigator if you want to hold Jimin’s hand at the dinner table, or kiss him while you’re out on a date—he knows where the two of you stand, and it honestly never occurs to him that he has to show anyone. The exception is if you’re dancing with him. Jimin is very, very handsy on the dance floor, sometimes to the point of being inappropriate if he’s had something to drink, and more than once you’ve had to remove his hands from your backside because people are staring. “Oh, I can’t touch you there in public? Well, maybe we should go somewhere that no one can see…”


Jungkook acts like a tough guy most of the time, which means he basically ignores you if you grab his arm or kiss his cheek. He’s concerned that you’ll get in trouble if anyone sees you being affectionate, even though he very quietly wants everyone to know that he’s with you. However, if you pet Jungkook’s hair or scratch at the back of his neck, his legs get a little weak and he’ll let you do whatever you want to him, regardless of location. Don’t abuse this power, or he’ll be really upset later on. “You’re so mean, doing that to me right there where anyone could watch. I’ll get you back at home, just wait and see.”

One of these days I’ll be able to look at my activity feed and not feel a spike of anxiety at realizing there’s that many of you out there looking in at my little fishbowl bubble on the internet, but today is not that day.

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I’m so happy you guys are still tuning in to my Jughead Serpent story! You guys are so awesome! ****** Last part:

Jughead slammed his hand against the metal trailer door, leaving it swinging open and letting the cool air filter into his dirty,stale home. He was so angry he couldn’t see straight, his knuckles were aching for something to hit and the closest thing was his kitchen cabinet.

The meeting at Snake bar went as well as could be expected, the older members of the Serpents were gearing up for quite the battle against Clifford Blossom and his many Riverdale cronies, F.P led the meeting declaring all out war and explaining his expectations, Jughead had been minding his own business leaning against a bar stool when he heard his name leave his fathers lips.

“We’ll need to get in their heads, show them no one is safe, not even their children, Jughead can lead the march on that one. The fight at Pops yesterday was a good start but we need more, go after more than the football team, I want you to take on every Riverdale High student you can, I know you all seem to have a way with the girls, work your way there.”

There were murmurs of agreement from the young boys as they high fived and grinned wickedly. Fortunately Keith and Dean came to stand behind Jughead, a few other Serpents following, they liked Betty, they wanted to keep her safe they wouldn’t go along with this stupid plan.

“You got that son?” F.P asked dangerously. His father had been scorned by Clifford Blossom and he would stop at nothing to take him down, Jughead knew parts of his old dad were buried deep inside the jaded, bitter man but it was getting harder and harder to find him.

“Yeah F.P, you got it.” He mumbled.

For a moment Jughead swore he saw his father flinch at the choice of name, but before he had a chance to analyze it, the man was back to discussing plans to take down the north side.

“This is what you were born into Jughead, this is your legacy” he mocked, spitting into the sink and slamming his hand on the countertop.

“Is now not a good time?”

He whipped around at the familiar voice and stared wide eyed as Betty stood nervously in his doorway, her tiny white skirt and soft yellow tank top stood out drastically against his dirty metal trailer.

Shaking his head quickly, he moved towards her, gently tugging her inside and away from prying eyes

“No! No, it’s never a bad time for you.” He smiled, placing a hand to her arm and tracing a finger over the veins on her wrist.

Betty looked at him skeptically before her eyes lit up
“Is that a dog?! You have a dog!” She pointed behind him and he turned to see his trusty sheep dog, hotdog, poking his head from behind the door. Looking back up to Betty’s eyes he couldn’t help but chuckle at the unrestrained excitement, he released her and she flew towards the shaggy white dog.

“Hi love! Your daddy didn’t tell me you existed, I would’ve come here a long time ago.” She giggled as the dog placed a sloppy kiss to her cheek, she pushed her face into his fur and scratched his belly. Jughead watched the scene with a goofy smile on his face, for some reason she seemed to fit perfectly into his trailer, her bright smile and laughter instantly lighting up his dark home, the Southside could use a little bit of her sunshine.
She looked up at him and smiled, beckoning him to come join her.

Dropping to his knees he scratched behind the dogs ear as Betty cooed lovingly, there was something unbelievably maternal about her, something Jughead hadn’t seen since he was six years old.

“He doesn’t get out much, especially now with the turf war going on. I can’t let him out of my sight, you never know the lengths these people will go to hurt people like me, can’t risk this one getting caught up in the cross fire.” He looked at her fully, his eyes boring into hers, hoping she understood his hidden message.

Betty looked back at him with equal intensity
“Well some things are worth getting hurt for. I think hotdog is willing to make that sacrifice.” She answered softly, her hand coming up to grasp his cheek as she stroked behind his ear, his eyes fluttering closed

“Hey! I’ve got a plan.” She pulled her hand away, standing up and brushing her hands on her skirt
“I think we could both use an escape, and hotdog could definitely use a place to run free for a bit, there’s a carnival over in Pembrooke it’s only a few towns over, that means the beach will be completely deserted, hotdog can run as far as his little heart can take him.” She bent down and ruffled the excited dogs fur “you’d like that wouldn’t you boy?”

The dog barked and wagged his tail, pushing his snout against Betty’s palm as she giggled, Jughead smiled, grabbing his Serpents jacket from its space on the couch and pulling her hand towards his truck, hotdog happily following along before hopping in the back seat.

Jughead never thought an hour long car ride could be so amusing, between Betty’s singing (and damn was her voice the prettiest thing he’d ever heard) and hotdog howling alone, he bought his face might break from smiling so much, she laughed along to his stories about Dean and his absolute hatred of anything alcoholic and he internaly celebrated when she described Her embarrassing childhood crush on Archie and how when they kissed she realized she felt nothing for him.

He only had to bite the inside of his mouth a few times when he noticed bruises he had never seen before as she lifted her arms up making the tiny tank top rise and reveal pieces of her stomach.

After about an hour of hotdog running through the water and Betty splashing Jughead with the salty ocean waves, they were both fairly exhausted as the sun went down but neither of the teens had ever felt so happy or content.

Clutching Betty’s hand as they watched hotdog trail the edge of the water Jughead heard her sigh softly

“I wish it could stay like this, we could just stay here, never have to go back, never have to worry about divided homes and responsibilities.” She whispered, reading his mind.

He squeezed her hand tighter and nodded
“I know, it just feels like.. like the world is closing in on me sometimes, like I’m right there in the ocean but I can’t get out, I’m drowning.” He looked down at her eyes and saw her nod understandingly, urging him to finish, to let it out.

“My dad.. he just.. he wants me to be this almighty Serpent prodigy, and yeah I love the Serpents, they’re my family but.. I don’t want it to be like this.. I don’t want our town to be separated. This responsibility to do what he thinks is right.. it’s all bullshit.”

Saying it all out loud, letting float into the waves, he felt like a heavy load had been lifted from his shoulders and it was all thanks to the beautiful girl beside him who was looking at him with complete understanding and respect.

“I get that” she said “I’m so tired of trying to do what everyone thinks is right. I’m so tired of letting everyone hurt me.” She instinctively placed a hand to the bruises on her wrist “but Jughead, with you right now? I feel safe, like I can be myself, I know it sounds silly but..” she was cut off by Jughead bringing her wrist to his mouth placing a gentle kiss to her bruises.

“It’s not silly, I feel the same way. I can’t remember a time where I’ve felt so… at home.” He whispered against her pulse.

Betty brought her free hand up to his cheek, cupping it and smiling shyly

“Are you gonna kiss me or not Jughead Jones”

With wide eyes Jughead didn’t waste a second, dropping his lips to hers and instantly melting, it was like a ship coming into dock, she tasted like strawberries and vanilla and he had to muffle his moan against her lips. She gripped the lapels of his jacket and brought him even tighter against her, the taste of cigarettes and peppermint was now officially one of Betty’s favorite flavors.

The moment was broken in a flash as Hotdog leaped on both of them sending them flying into the sand, Betty dropped on top of Jughead as Hotdog attacked his dads face with messy kisses.

“Alright boy! Okay!” He laughed freely, his hands coming around Betty’s waist and pulling her against his chest as they sat facing the ocean.

Sure there was a war going on in their very little town, but right here right now, two damaged kids had found their home and they weren’t giving it up for anything .

anonymous asked:

trans peter's first kiss with mj? they aren't dating, and he's nervous that she won't feel the same

peter’s on the top of his bunk bed, laying down while mj lays on the bottom bunk and reads her book. but she isn’t really reading, she’s listening to peter complain about his day. her eyes are staring at the words on the page, but her ears are listening patiently.

“ – then flash said that being trans was a sexuality, and that’s? how?? i know he’s trying to be better and understand, but sometimes his ignorance is so annoying and i lose all my patience. gender identity isn’t the same as sexuality!! i’m so tired of people thinking they’re the same,” peter sighs, mj feels him sit up on the top bunk. “at least he isn’t calling me penis parker anymore. small victories, i guess.”

mj closes her book and sits up. “hey, lean over the side.” she feels peter shifting around before he leans over the top bunk, his head upside down in front of her.

“woah,” peter breathes out, smiling. “head rush.”

mj rolls her eyes and ignores him. “try not to let it get to you, okay? i know it’s hard, but just know that even when everyone is an idiot – you got ned, you got may – ”

“i got you,” peter whispers, looking at mj intently. his eyes are beginning to cross from being upside down, but he doesn’t blink. “right?”

mj smiles, it’s small but it reaches up to her eyes and makes them twinkle almost. “yeah, you got me.”

peter grins and sways slightly, his curls waving around. but then suddenly his smile fades and a look of nervousness washes over him. “mj… i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, been meaning to for awhile now and i’m – i’m just, i’m afraid of how it could change our – ”

mj leans forward, really close to peter. she runs a hand soothingly over his face and brushes her lips over the tip of his nose, then hunches down slightly so she can look peter in his wide eyes. “our friendship?”

peter inhales sharply. “y-yeah,” he squeaks, his voice cracking harshly which causes him to blush. “friends don’t do this stuff.”

mj smirks and moves her hand from peter’s face to run it through his hair, and she pulls his face forward. she can feel him leaning dangerously far off the top bunk. slowly, she slots her mouth with his and kisses him gently before pulling back. “the people you kiss are supposed to be your friends.”

peter’s eyelids are heavy and he leans back in towards mj, kissing her again. it’s slightly awkward from the angle, peter’s lips move over her bottom lip and onto her chin a bit, but mj wouldn’t change it for the world. it’s clumsy, yet sensuous, and after a few long seconds they find their rhythm and the kiss deepens. peter sighs dreamily and leans in more, and mj bites his bottom lip softly and pulls a long moan from peter. he leans forward more and –


peter falls off of the top bunk and onto the floor, and mj immediately breaks into a fit of snorting laughter while peter just lays on the floor in shock, his mouth open and his lips puffy.

“what was that?!” may yells from the other room, which thankfully snaps peter out of his stupor.

“uh – nothing! just fell!!” peter scrambles up and shoves mj, who’s nearly in hysterics, as he goes to stand by his bedroom door. mj calms herself down though to stifled giggles, while peter glares at her from across the room.

“did mj push you off the top bunk again?!”

peter blushes. “uh…. sorta?”

jon snow; say it back

request: 3. “i didn’t mean to break your heart.” jon snow x reader 19. “you never let anyone in, and that’s why everyone leaves.”

notes: i love writing about jon i love him so much

Jon was leaving with his uncle Benjen and joining the Night’s Watch. And he hadn’t thought of giving you a heads up. Nothing. You had got to know he was leaving Winterfell when you heard a couple of ladies talking about how the bastard son of Lord Eddard was going away. You couldn’t believe it. Jon, leaving Winterfell? You knew how he felt about being here while he felt he wasn’t wanted around, but you also knew that he loved his father, his siblings -– even Sansa–.  And he loved you. Or so you thought. You hadn’t told him your feelings, you always felt shy about it, but you hoped he knew. You always acted shy around everyone, not trusting much, especially as you grew older. However, Jon and you have been friends for a long time, and you thought you had showed him he was loved enough times. It seems like not.

You expected to hear the reasons why he thought he needed to leave, although you knew what he’d say. It could be for his honour. Or his father’s. Or because he thought he didn’t fit the Stark family –which you doubted–. But anyway, he was leaving, and you had escaped tonight’s feast to look for him and confront him about it.

You found him in the horse barn, and Ghost noticed you before Jon did. The direwolf stood on his paws and came to you, smelling and licking your hand. You smiled at the animal and petted his head and behind his ears. It was when Jon realised you were there. He gave you a look and turned back to look straight ahead. You sighed. You were annoyed, but not surprised by his actions. You had guessed he wasn’t going to want to talk to you. Nevertheless, you walked towards where he was sitting and sat next to him.

“Have you made your decision then?”

He nodded, but didn’t talk. He didn’t seem surprised that you knew of his intentions, even though he hadn’t told you about them.

“So, I can’t talk to you out of it?”

He shook his head, but again, didn’t talk.

“C’mon Jon. At least say something. You’re going to be away for so long I might even forget how your voice sounds.”

Now it was his time to sigh. “I’m not changing my mind, Lady Y/N.”

“Quit that, Jon! I can’t change your mind, I accept that. But at least I would like to know why you are doing this.”

He sighed. He didn’t dare look at you in the eye. He was absent-mindedly scratching Ghost’s head. “I always wanted to be a Ranger, like my uncle. It won’t matter who I am, I’ll just be a brother of the Night’s Watch.”

You frowned at his words. “You have, brothers, real brothers, here in Winterfell, your home. We are your family, Jon!” You knew you had said you wouldn’t try convincing him, but you just couldn’t avoid it.

He shook his head, making his black curls fall over his eyes. “Winterfell is not my home. I only bring dishonour to House Stark.”

You tsked. Being a bastard had definitely taken a toll in Jon’s self-esteem, mainly due to people like Lady Catelyn or Lady Sansa, who treated him like an outsider, even with hatred. Why would they blame a child for his father’s mistakes? Blame your husband, Lady Catelyn, not Jon. It was Ned Stark who couldn’t keep it in his pants, you thought bitterly. “Your father loves you Jon, and so do your siblings.”

“I’m just a bastard. They can do better. You can do better than me.”

You took a deep breath. “I love you, Jon. Anyways, it’s not about Winterfell. We could be in Dorne and it’d still be home. Stay with me. As long as we are together, we’ll be fine.”

You don’t know where you got the strength to say this from, but it was followed by a long silence and then, just a few words: “You had never told me that before.” His voice dropped even more.

“I know.” You sighed. “You know I have a hard time with words. But that’s not the point.”

“Maybe it is the point. You never let anyone in, and that’s why everyone leaves. If you had told me sooner…” You could just gape. How could he tell you that? You knew you hadn’t been open about your feelings, but you hoped he’d understand you. It seemed like he didn’t. You were angry, and tired of arguing. You had come to say goodbye, or to get an explanation. But apparently he wasn’t up to it.

“You value your pride more than me. And maybe that’s why you are leaving. Do not there blame this on me, Jon Snow.” You turned around and walked away. You cried yourself to sleep that night, muffling your sobs against the pillows. You woke the next day, got dressed quickly and went outside, but you couldn’t find him. A handmaiden was walking by, so you stopped her and asked about Jon. “The bastard already left, milady.” He left. You thought. I’ll never have the opportunity to kiss him. I’ll never know if he loves me back. But at least, he left knowing that you love him.


It hadn’t been easy. You had stayed in the North, while your father tried to find you some Lord to marry you off to. Your house wasn’t that important, but you were still a Lady of the House Orbain. This stopped when your father had gone to war with Robb Stark, the King of the North, and Theon had taken Winterfell. So you left. You took a ship to the south and stayed three years in Dorne, until you heard the news of Prince Oberyn’s death. Fearing that the south wouldn’t be safe anymore, you returned to the North, but not to Winterfell, but to Bear Island, where Lady Lyanna Mormont had accepted to let you stay, while you acted as sort of an advisor for her. You had learnt how to fight in Dorne, and Lady Lyanna appreciated that.

You hadn’t forgotten about Jon. It was a memory locked inside your head, and even if you tried not to think about him, it was always there. You didn’t care to look for him. You knew that the service to the Night’s Watch lasted forever, so unless you made a trip to Castle Black you wouldn’t see him, and you didn’t plan on making him break his vows. That was, until one morning Lady Lyanna broke the news to you: “Jon Snow is coming to the castle.”

You froze on your place, your breath stuck in your throat. Jon Snow? The same Jon Snow you had known? And loved? What was he doing? What was he coming to Bear Island for?

“Jon Snow, as in Ned Stark’s bastard, milady?”

She nodded her head. “Yes. He wants to meet with me. Do you know him? Is he trustworthy?” She questioned you with her curious eyes. You bit your lip, wondering how to answer that question.

“We were… friends. Before he left for the Night’s Watch.”

“Would you say you know him well?”

You sighed dejectedly, feeling where this was going, but you weren’t going to lie to the girl who had given you shelter. “Yes, I think I knew him quite well, milady.”

“Then you’ll stay by my side when we meet him.” You nodded. And that’s exactly what happened. You were behind Lady Lyanna, waiting for her to address you when necessary. You tried to avoid looking at Jon, but the moment he came into the room you couldn’t keep your eyes away. He had grown up. He sure was taller than you know. He had grown a beard, and he seemed even more tired than when you last saw him, but his eyes showcased a purposed that he was lacking when he was at Winterfell, all those years ago. When his eyes met yours, you could see his widening, clearly not expecting you to be there. Maybe he thought you’d be hidden on your small family seat, or at some Lord’s, or dead. Who knows. You could see in his longing eyes how he wanted to approach you, but he didn’t. He stayed put, in his eyes the promise to speak to you later.

You saw them trying to make small talk with the young Lady of Bear Island and you couldn’t help but smirk. Just like you, they couldn’t have expected such a young girl to be so fierce and self-assured. You saw how Lady Lyanna wasn’t convinced by Lady Sansa or Jon, but how it was Ser Davos who seemed to be getting to her.

“… and make no mistake, my lady, the dead are coming.”

She looked at Jon. “Is it true?”

He nodded. Lady Lyanna turned to you. “Do you believe what they are saying to be true, Lady Y/N?” You had never believed in the Army of the Dead, or any white walker or the Night King. But you believed in Jon. So you chose to believe him one more time.

“Yes, milady. I do believe him– them.” You corrected yourself, and if they noticed they didn’t show it. Jon smiled at you. It wouldn’t have seemed like a smile to anybody else, but you knew him. And you smiled back.


He did speak to you later. Before he hopped on his horse, he stayed a little behind, waiting for you. You approached him. “I’ll be there in a minute.” He told his sister and Ser Davos. He turned back to you. You needed no more. You jumped to his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck while he securely wrapped them around your waist. You could feel how he was holding you maybe a little bit too tightly, but it didn’t matter right now. You separated a little bit from each other and you put your hands on his face, feeling his cold cheeks. You closed your eyes. This was probably the first human contact that you had had in a long time. He put his bigger hands over yours, trying, just like you, to feel each other’s skin. Your faces were so close that the warmth of his rushed breathing made your cheeks heat up. You were the first one to speak.

“I thought you were Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. That’s the last thing I heard.”

“My watch ended.”

You frowned in confusion. “Shouldn’t you have… died for that to happen?”

He gave you an ironic smile. “It’s complicated.”

You nodded “It does sound like it.”

You were in silence again. You were very close, holding hands and looking at each other’s faces. It was like seeing a person for the first time. He was the one to break the silence now.

“I’m sorry for that night, Y/N. I didn’t mean to break your heart.”

You rolled your eyes, and he smiled fondly to your characteristic sarcastic self. “You were a free man. Well, are. You made your choice and I should have respected that.” He quirked an eyebrow and smirked, not believing a word of yours. You huffed. “Gods. It didn’t sound convincing, did it? I should have practiced more.” He laughed. It was a little bit rougher than you remembered, and a couple of tones lower, but it didn’t fail to make your heart beat faster than usual.

“Will you join me in Winterfell, Y/N?”

You nodded assertively. “I’ll accompany Lady Lyanna to the battlefield, yes.”

He shook his head, and smiled playfully at you. “I didn’t mean that. After the battle. If I survive –you flinched at those words– will you stay in Winterfell?”

You looked at him questioningly. “Why would I?”

He didn’t answer you straight away. Instead, he softly grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. You were breathing unevenly. This was something you had been waiting for for years, and after he left, you never expected for it to actually happen. Your lips softly touched, like you both were scared of the moment. But you weren’t, so you kissed him with more passion, and he didn’t hesitate to answer. When you noticed you were running out of breath you stopped, and put your head on his chest, his chin resting on your head.

“Will you, Lady Y/N? Stay in Winterfell?”

You sighed out of content. You knew your answer straight away. You had known even before he asked. “I will, Jon Sow. If you survive, I’ll take your offer. I hope it’s enough reason to fight well.”

“The best reason.”


You were sitting on the stairs, waiting for the doors of the Great Hall to open, where all the Lords of the North had been gathered. You pulled your cloak a tighter around you. The Starks were right, winter had come.

When the door opened, some Lords of different northern houses left, while others seemed to stay to talk to each other. When he saw you, Jon walked toward you, he had a small smile on his face, and he seemed visibly shaken up.

“What happened?”

He took a little to answer. He first offered you his arm, which you held onto while you started walking through the castle. “I’m the King in the North.”

Your brow rose in surprise. In the little time you had seen him ruling the army, he had seemed a good leader, but you knew how bastards were viewed in the North. “Well, that’s great. Do you have any idea on how to be a king?”

He gave a short and shaky laugh. “I was hoping you’d help me with that.”

“I’m the third-born of a Lord who’s barely known. How would I know, Your Grace?”

“Oh, please.” He winced, making you smile. “I wasn’t talking about that. You could be by my side. Be my… queen?” He was so embarrassed; you couldn’t contain your giggles anymore. He shook his head at you, but he smiled, nevertheless, happy to see you smile, since it had been so long since the last time.

“You know, Jon.” By the smirk on your face, he could see that you were only making fun at him. “I offered you the possibility to be by my side a long time ago, and you rejected me because you thought a bastard wasn’t enough. Now I’m afraid I’m not enough for a king. You should have just taken your chance when you were only a bastard.”

He stopped talking and turned to you. He held your hands and kissed your knuckles. “Please, Y/N. We lost too much time apart already. I need you by my side. To marry me. What’s a king without a queen?”

“A terrible king, I’m sure.” He leaned in to kiss you, his lips cracked from the cold, but sweet nonetheless. You two were beaming during the kiss.

“I’m looking for a yes, milady.”

You smiled cheekily and leaned, whispering in his ear: “You never said it back.”

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/N. I always have and I always will.”

“I love you too. And I’ll marry you, my lord.”

Tagged by the wonderful @gracebabcockwrites 😘

Is there a snack you like to eat while writing?

Usually Oxygen but no, not really.

What time of day do you usually write?

I used to write at night like really late at night but since I discovered that night time is meant for sleeping and I started using it for that, I write usually during afternoons or evenings or while the night is still young.

Where do you write?

On a bed. Anyone’s for that matter and not necessarily my own.

How often do you write a new thing?

As often as I want to.

Do you listen to music while you write?

I like to concentrate while writing, so, nope.

Paper or laptop?

My love and I have a connection which makes it easier for words to flow, so it’s always my dear laptop.

Do you have a special pre-writing ritual?

Yeah like, umm…, oh wait, no I don’t.

What do you do to get into the writing?

It just happens, I guess.

Do you have a reward system for word counts?

Before this question, I‘ve never even thought about word count.

Is there anything else about your writing process your readers don’t know about?

I use a secret word processor which the world does not know about yet but you know what I’ll reveal the secret today.
It’s called MS Word.

Now I think they know everything.

Tagging everyone who would like to do this. Please do tag me if you do this, I’d love to read your answers :)