it startled a laugh out of me though

In which I headcanon that “bracing shower” is a euphemism for touching yourself.  Rated E.  Spoilers for 6x18.


Killian stomped up the stairs, a pleasant tingle in his fingers and toes that made him feel heavy and tingly.

“Tingly,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head, and his hand for good measure.  He grabbed a hold of the railing when he nearly slipped on the landing, socks sliding on the slick wooden floors.

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Drive Me Crazy

Bellamy X Reader: Angst, smut

Request? Yes:
(Idk if I sent this in or not lol) could you do a Bellamy X read could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn’t share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he’s a huge player and doesn’t know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he’s jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.(long one plz, your writing is great)

Author’s note: This is extremely long, so please be prepared. It’s not just a smut like most of the other things I write.

Italics=Ground flashback

Bold italics=Ark flashback


You scramble over broken twigs and mossy rocks, nearly tripping over your own feet. A brief glance behind you sends a fresh wave of terror coursing through your veins. The cloud of acid fog moves closer, reaching out in finger-like tendrils that claw over the ground. You turn your head forward again and your legs carry you faster. It won’t get you. You won’t just be another name crossed off the list of delinquents.

You feel like you’ve been running miles. The grounder horn you heard must have been blown an hour ago, at least. Every time you get the nerve to turn, sure that you’ve distanced yourself from the approaching mist, it seems to have gained on you. You’re desperate now, eyes scanning the woods for any place that might just shelter you from the worst of it.

Air whooshes from your lungs as you slam into something solid when your attention is turned. You grip the tree trunk for support as you try to force oxygen back into your bloodstream, but you continue wheezing. Maybe this is it. That’s what the chancellor sent you down here for after all, isn’t it? To die? Your will to keep going dissipates with every painful breath. You’re all but resigned to take what you’re given. This has to be less painful than seeing his face again anyway.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but Shiro getting up one morning after a series of nightmares, and he's kind of out of it/not really there over breakfast, and Hunk goes to take away his (semi-full) plate and his eyes snap open and he grabs Hunk's wrist just a little too tight and he /snarls./ And there's that split second where he and the paladins realize what just happened. Like every time they uncover another facet of his PTSD, they know more about what he went through with the Galra.

It had been a bad night.

A very bad night.

Shiro was exhausted.  He tried his best to bite it back, focusing on keeping his back straight and his shoulders up.

But his eyelids were heavy. 

Blink.

The chaos of breakfast, familiar and warm.  Hunk teasing Keith, pulling a reluctant smile from him.  Lance and Pidge trading playful elbows (Pidge’s less playful) as they fought for the last not-quite-pancake.  Allura and Coran plotting out the day’s work, the mice chattering as Allura hand fed them morsels.

Blink.

The noise of the prisoners, brought out together and kept locked up, waiting for the arena battles.  Alien chatter, understood in practice but the echos of the chamber making them eerie and strange and unknown again.  The harsh whispers, drawing away from him, from the danger he represented.  Chitters of fears, low, nervous bluster.

No one wanted to be locked in a room with The Champion.  They wanted to face him even less.

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Deliberate Beauty of Humanity

Drabble Request by @starswirlblitz: Dean x angel!reader? In which dean plays with her wings and it fluffish/steamy cause she’s ticklish but also has a sensitive spot that makes her squeal sometimes? I hope that’s okay?

Word Count: 1949

A/N: So… this didn’t really turn out as a drabble… I kinda woke up at 3 in the morning and had this itch to write this one and couldn’t go back to sleep until it was out of my head and that’s how you got a full-length oneshot out of this! Also, I just had to write Dean’s POV in first person. It wouldn’t work any other way. I think this is the first time I’ve posted anything in first person on this blog. I hope you like it!

Version en Español: La Deliberada Belleza de la Humanidad


You hoped you never got used to this. You wanted every time to feel just like the first time. Maybe it was that it was a human act, or maybe it was just Dean. Either way, you would never change a thing about any of these moments.

Back when Castiel invited you along to help with the Winchesters, you never dreamed that Dean would ever look at you as more than Castiel’s little sister. You hadn’t known that you even wanted him to see you as anything but an angel. Yet here you were, laying on top of him, feeling the rigid muscles of his body move beneath yours. Bonding with your vessel and becoming one as Castiel had with Jimmy had opened so many doors and opportunities for human feeling and emotion.

It was those very feelings and emotions that you been raised to believe were weaknesses that you couldn’t get enough of now.

Dean’s lips captured yours in a breathtaking kiss. He always had this effect over you. As soon as he pulled you into his room and locked the door behind him, you were right on top of him. Vessels may contain your true form, but it just added to the anticipation and intensity as you were forced to slowly explore each new touch. Some angels saw humanity as a curse, but they were wrong.

Even when your mind wasn’t clouded with Dean’s fingers digging into your skin and his tongue tracing the seam of your lip, you still saw the deliberate beauty of humanity.

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a niall horan oneshot

Summer Camp

pairing: Niall/OFC

word count: 22,554 

warnings: sexually explicit content

Niall Horan was what one would call a cocky asshole. A loud, brash, outspoken and unapologetic cocky asshole who could either make your life a living hell or, in my case, give you the best summer of your life.

The first time I saw him was at Camp Counselor arrival day, about three days before the four week camp actually began. Being as this was my first time ever being a camp counselor, I really had no idea what to expect, but I eagerly unloaded my bags and puffed the fallen hair out of my face. I could see a crowd of people gathered over by a huge flagpole and I struggled a bit as I lugged my belongings over to join the big group of counselors. Everyone else had already arrived it seemed, the camp director shouting out a few instructions from his stance at the front, and I stopped at the very back of the group, dropping my bags at my feet with a sigh. My head twisted as two other people that had walked up caught my attention and I watched as they went around to the opposite side of the huddle, immediately engaging in conversation with some of the other counselors standing there.

Knitting my brows, I took a timid glance around and quickly realized that I knew not a single soul but everyone else seemed to already be friends, the thought making me gulp back a deep breath. This was going to be a long four weeks for sure.

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anonymous asked:

22 Sterek pretty please And thank you, you wonderful person you

Thank you for the prompt, nonnie! This ended up being two miserable people at a wedding reception, but I figured that was close enough. This is a ‘no Hale fire, everyone is human’ AU. I hope you like it! (On AO3)


“Cheer up, son!” his dad says as he dances past with Natalie, who still looks resplendent despite changing out of her wedding dress. “This is a party!”

Stiles hadn’t even wanted to accept Lydia’s invitation, but his dad had talked him into going, mostly by saying “you always met interesting people at weddings.” Stiles has met no interesting people, and instead has to endure Jackson taunting him for not bringing a date.

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Not My Jersey (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

Can I request an Austin Matthews imagine when you are taller than most of your friends with being 5'7 and you go to one of his games wearing heels and you start to feel self conscious with you being so tall? (Ps wearing his jersey would be a plus ;) )

Word count: 1897

Author’s note: I love Mitch, so if you ever wanna send anything in for him, you’re more than welcome too…

Part 2

Originally posted by jamiebenntrash

“Stretch.”

“Legs.”

“Lurch.”

“Giraffe.”

“Treetops.”

All throughout your childhood, these were just a few of the names that your classmates would call you in order to make fun of your height. It’s not like you were even that tall; you just liked to wear heels, which pushed your height right up to about six feet even. Of course, you learned to laugh when people would tease you as you walked down the hall. By the time you got to high school, the majority of the ‘name-calling’ came from your best friend Mitch.

But eventually, childhood comes to an end, and so, too, does childish teasing…

Unless your best friend gets drafted by the hometown NHL team, the Toronto Maple Leafs, and you get accepted to your dream college which is conveniently located in Toronto.

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i hate when i make a random casual post and it gets around 20+ notes for absolutely no reason. it just reinforces the fact that there are so many people on here and they’re all watching me. waiting for me to do something. they’re not sure what but they’ll be sure to let me know what they think of it. so i’m just on the stage. looking out into the darkened audience. sometimes someone will shout out “love your work!” or “shut up!” but it goes back to silence soon enough. in time i forget that i’m on stage and begin whistling or singing, behaving as if i am alone. i’m startled out of my reverie when someone claps their hands or laughs. “good one!” they shout. several other voices second this opinion. i squint my eyes out at the crowd. some voices sound familiar. i’m not sure though. it feels like i’ve been on this stage for a long time and time passes differently here. i clear my throat. “boy,” i say, more to myself than the crowd, though i’m aware of them, “aren’t shish kebabs a perfect summer treat?” 22 likes appear at my feet, along with one message informing me that i might be racist. i look out into the audience again. nothing. i’m unsettled. i feel alone while knowing that i am in fact being watched. gazes surround me. i smile and hide the panic beneath my eyes. maybe i can keep this up. but, deep in my heart, i know that someday they will come for me. i keep the backstage exit unlocked. escape is imminent. escape is the only certainty.

So I was going to hold off on posting this, but...

…we seem to be in desperate need of some Fitzsimmons lately, so here’s some minor angst that becomes like ridiculous fluff. 

AND LET ME JUST SAY THIS NOW: I know trauma doesn’t just disappear or heal in matter of days (and honestly, it probably doesn’t even here, it’s just swept under the rug a bit), but let’s be real, this show has never been great at acknowledging trauma. This is really just a way I’d like to possibly see the season end (not that I think we’ll actually be this lucky, like ever), so I’m writing it their way, skimming over the aftermath to get back to the action, as it were. 

Okay, with that all out of the way, here’s some major Fitzsimmons post-Framework fluff. Enjoy!

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He was exactly where she’d thought he’d be, exactly as she’d feared; one step into their bunk, and Jemma sighed softly at the sight of Fitz curled up on the far edge of their bed, his shoulders hunched and his back to her. The weight he unfairly carried on his shoulders seemed to weigh on him physically, dragging him down and making him utterly miserable, and Jemma fought back the surge of anger that flared hotly in her chest – anger at the cause of all of this, no matter how just, was not what he needed just then.

With that in mind, Jemma softly closed the door behind her, crossing the small space to perch on the end of the bed. “Fitz?” she prompted gently.

His shoulders rose and fell on a heavy sigh, and Jemma’s heart ached at the brokenness clear in the single sound. She scooted across the bed until she was right behind him and carefully laid a hand on his shoulder. He tensed slightly at the touch, but didn’t shrug it off or pull away, and taking that as a good sign, she cautiously leaned forward to rest her cheek against his back, between his shoulder blades.

As her arms looped around his midsection to hold him to her, she whispered soothingly, “It’ll be alright, Fitz, we’ll make it alright.”

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ironic dyslexia

pairing: lin x reader (go figure)

prompt: dyslexic author writes a book that lin loves and he meets her and invites her to see hamilton

warnings: hastag makeout and swearing

word count: 3,069

a/n: happy to write some more for you all. this is one of my favorites. kind of pointless, very sweet. i love lin, but what’s new honestly (ps mY SISTER GOT ENGAGED AND IM SO HAPPY)



Masterlist / Prompt List


Today was hard. You could usually manage, but there was something about today that just made writing so fucking hard. God, you couldn’t even get through a paragraph without the little red line haunting every mistake you made while typing. You had an interview today with a publishing company - what if they asked you to read a chapter from your book? The job would be gone the first time you messed up your w’s and m’s. You groaned, pushing your computer away from you seat at the diner.

It was strange. You would go to type a ‘g’ and think, “g is the lowercase version of G,” and “G looks like a 6,” so you would type a 6. It took much longer for you to get your thoughts out, and you often had to stop and think about what you were writing. God, you hoped they wouldn’t give you a typing test. Do they even still do those?

The waiter brought over a plate of hash browns and your cup of coffee. You ate silently, hoping that maybe the food and caffeine would lift your moral. Dyslexia was hard enough, but being an author made it ten times worse.

Your mom laughed - actually laughed out loud - when you told her that you were writing your first book. She thought you had been completely joking. You pushed it though, not only proving her wrong, but more importantly proving to yourself that a disability wasn’t your definition.

And you did. Your first book was off the charts, every day gaining more attention and praise. You even did a segment on The Ellen Show; that’s what happens when you work your ass off.

You had just started packing up your laptop when a voice startled you.

“Excuse me?”

Your head turned quickly as you jumped back slightly. You settled when you realized it was just a young girl. She was kicking the ground, embarrassed. You laughed lightly, “Yes?”

She looked back up to you - she couldn’t be older than ten. “Are you Y/N?”

You nodded, “What can I do for you, love?”

Her smile grew. She pushed a piece of hair from eyes behind her ear, “My mom read me your book and it’s my favorite.”

Taking in a breath, you grinned. This was a whole new community of people that you hadn’t expected to reach, “Thank you so much, that means the world to me.”

She smiled a little bigger, “I have dyslexia too,” she said. Then, instantly embarrassed, she looked back down.

Your heart swelled; you were rarely confronted about your reading disability. Still, rather than being sheepish over the comment, you felt empowered - inspired even.

You leaned in a little closer, touching her shoulder. “Don’t ever let it stop you from doing what you love, okay?”

She looked back up, then nodding a little, she gave you a hug before running back to the table where her dad sat. He gave you a nod of gratitude before looking back to his daughter.

Honest to God, this had never happened to you before. Sure, you had met a few teens who had read your book, but never anyone younger. Even then, never someone who had felt empowered by reading your story. It was a story about a beach house for God’s sake. And they probably had no idea how many times you spelt ‘beach’ 'baech.’ Still, your heart smiled at the gesture. Maybe today wouldn’t be so hard after all.

Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you headed towards the door before you were stopped once again.

“Wait!” Someone called from behind you, your foot halfway out the door. You were rarely noticed in public - and especially not twice in one morning.

It was a man with a shoulder length hair, the top pulled back from his face. He had a book in his hand. It wasn’t until he was right in front of you that you recognized the cover; it was your book. You let a small smile escape, a blush flooding your cheeks. He was handsome.

He let out half a grin, “Y/N?” You nodded, cueing him to continue. “I’m a huge fan - I’m actually kind of awestruck right now and I’m rambling because you’re very pretty and very talented and -”

You laughed, interrupting him, “Thank you.”

He took in a sharp breath, shoving an outstretched hand towards you, “I’m Lin.”

You shook his hand, thinking about how Lin shouldn’t be too difficult to remember. “Y/N,” you greeted, hoping your hands weren’t too clammy.

After a moment of holding your hand too long, he quickly pulled back, scratching the back of his neck.

“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, bringing his eyes back to yours.

“Oh!” He laughed, extending the book towards you, “I was wondering if you could sign my book for me.”

You fished around your bag for a pen for a moment before realizing that he had a sharpie in his hand. You giggled before started writing in his book.

Lin -
     Thank you so much for reading my book. And don’t worry - your nervous ramble was adorable.
     Always,
          Y/N

Rereading your note to make sure you hadn’t mixed any letters up, you debated on adding your phone number, but you figured that was much riskier than you felt like being.

He gratefully took the book back, shutting it before even reading it. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled, “My cast is going to flip.”

“Cast?” You questioned, suddenly confused.

“Uh, yeah - I’m in this musical about Alexander Hamilton.” He said sheepishly.

Your eyes went wide, “The one here?”

He nodded, “Why? Is there more than one?” He threw you a wink, making your heart skip despite your eye roll.

Still, you giggled before shaking your head, “I don’t think so. My sister just saw it a few weeks ago.”

He smiled with his entire face, “Really? What’d she think of it?”

“She said it was incredible.”

Lin laughed before doing a little dance, “I can try and score you some tickets - the cast would love to meet you. We’ve all read your book.”

You snatched his copy from his, causing his brows to furrow. Quickly, under your name you scribbled out your number. He smirked at the addition, accepting the book once more.

“Call me?” You asked, using your back to push the door open.

“Definitely,” he said, waving slightly as you walked off. Once you had turned around completely, he gave himself a power fist. “Go Lin,” he smirked.


And call he did. Ten minutes after you left the shop, actually.

“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fake number,” he defended.

Feeling flirty, you teased back, “Why would I give a cute guy a fake number?”

“Because you’re way out of his league?” He curbed, making your face flush red.

“Tease,” you mumbled under your breath.


He called that night too: “I wanted to double check it wasn’t a fake number.”

“Lin, you already called me. You know it’s real.”

“Okay, maybe I just wanted to talk to you some more.”


And again in the morning, you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

“Good morning!” He chirped, eliciting a groan out of you as you quickly turned down the volume on your phone.

“Too early,” you mumbled.

“Noted,” he said before continuing. “I got you a ticket for Friday night.”

This seemed to wake you up, “Really?”

He nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him, “Does that work?”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting up and smoothing back your hair. “What do I wear?” You thought aloud.

He laughed, “A dress. But comfortable. It’s a long show.”

“Okay,” you grinned, “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he answered quickly. “But you have to promise to meet the cast afterwards - they’ll be pissed if they know they didn’t get to meet you.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be the starstruck one.”

“Doubtful,” he said. You could practically hear his smirk through the phone.


You were writing again the next day. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about Lin and what dress to wear and Friday. Still, when you went back to correct your mistakes, your writing had a different tone to it; much lighter and more fluid.

Friday came soon enough and you were a wreck. You had called your sister and explained what happened. She instantly gushed about how attractive Lin was - and how talented he was. You called him after, frustrated that he hadn’t told you he was the star of the show.

“You’re telling me that my writing is good, but you’re an Emmy winner for your musicals! I feel like you gassed me up.” You heard him laugh through the phone, making you frown. “Lin,” you whined.

“Okay, okay!” He giggled, “I play Alexander Hamilton in Hamilton, but I didn’t gas you up. I’m actually obsessed with your book.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. He only laughed again.

“You’re adorable,” he settled on, making you blush. “But seriously, Jasmine - you’ll meet her, she is so talented - was the first to read it, right? She gave it to Pippa - you’ll meet her too - and then Diggs -“

“His name is Diggs?”

“Daveed Diggs, he’s ridiculous. He’s a rapper.”

“Sweet.”

“And then they gave it to me because they wouldn’t shut up about the book, and they were annoyed that I couldn’t talk about it with them.”

You were smiling by now, listening smoothly, “So you’ve got a book club,” you teased.

He threw his head back, “I suppose you could call it that.”

The two of you talked for the rest of the night, by the time it was midnight, he suggested that you just come over.

“Lin, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Well, it depends how you look at it, in some parts of the world -“

“Lin,” you laughed. “For someone who has a never ending supply of energy, how is it that you don’t need sleep? It’s so ironic.”

He smiled into the phone, “Says the dyslexic author.”

You let out a hard laugh. It was new to laugh so freely about something that had limited you for so long. He wasn’t using it against you, simply acknowledging it.

“Too far?” He asked, suddenly nervous.

“Absolutely not. It feels good to laugh about it. To recognize it.”

Lin smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the show?”

“In a dress,” you returned.

“Goodnight,” he said, lingering.

“Goodnight, Lin,” you said. You waited a moment before handing up the phone. You fell asleep smiling that night.

You spent an hour picking out a dress. An hour. Even then, you settled on a simple low cut red dress - it wasn’t even that excessive! Still, you curled your hair and did your makeup, giving yourself ample time to get to the theater.

The show started at seven and you arrived around 6:30. A few people noticed who you were, a pair of teenage girls even asked if you were planning on writing more.

“I’m working on something right now, actually,” you smiled, playing the tease you knew you were.

Their eyes lit up as they begged for details. You laughed as you shook your head, “Sorry! You’ll just have to wait.”

After snapping a photo with them, you found your seat, still clutching your playbill. You flipped through the book, a paper falling out with the cast list on it. The cast changed frequently, so they used scrap paper instead of printing the bios and photos of the new actors. Your heart leapt when you saw Lin’s name across the dotted line of Alexander Hamilton.

The lights dimmed and the show began, the beat instantly pulling you in. You had no idea what you were in for, but boy, did you love it.


You weren’t sure what to do at the end of the show to be completely honest. After the final bow, you were overwhelmed to say the least. Sure, you had written a book. But that? Hamilton? They just made magic onstage.

You waited a few minutes before deciding to text him. What was he thinking? What were you thinking? You had absolutely no idea where to go or who to talk to. Before you could get your phone out of your bag, however, an usher had placed a hand on your arm.

“Miss L/N?” He smiled. When you nodded, he continued, “Mr. Miranda asked that I invite you backstage.”

A smile rushed your face as you followed him towards a back door, still gripping your playbill as if your life depended on it.

The guy who had played Hercules Mulligan was waiting for you behind the door. Thanking the usher, he pulled you back into the dark hallways with a grin so big it filled his face. He hugged you, making you jump for a moment before accepting the gesture and returning it quickly.

“I’m Oak, I love your book.” He said as he pulled away.

“I loved your performance,” you smiled, feeling awestruck.

He laughed but was abruptly shoved away, “Oh my gosh,” the girl behind him said.

“Jas, this is Y/N,” Oak introduced.

A curly head bobbed over, instantly hugging you, “You are one of my biggest inspirations.”

You took in a breath, softly thanking her before hugging her back. When you pulled away, you squinted before asking, “You’re Jasmine, right?”

She nodded quickly, slightly slapping Oak on the chest before turning and whispering, “She knows who I am.” Suddenly, Jasmine was pulled away from you to reveal a dressed down Lin. He had on some sweats and a black Hamilton tee. The sight of him made your heart skip. Who the hell looked that good in sweats? He was unreal.

He puffed up his cheeks before slowly breathing out.

“Hi,” you said.

Lin shook his head slightly before offering a hand and leading you away. Gratefully, you accepted. His hand left yours, resting on the small of your back, flooding your body with fire; making you burn.

His lips trailed to your ear, slowly breathing out, “You look incredible.” Electricity traveled down your spine as his words hit you.

You tried to push your smile down, but his hand fit perfectly and his hair was messy but he was so damn hot and you couldn’t help it.

“Only one person to dress for,” you quipped, moving a little closer to him, as if there was any room between you. He let out a soft groan, moving you more curtly to his dressing room.

He took a deep breath when he got into the room, as if to calm himself down. Lin pulled you to the couch, sitting much closer than two friends would.

“So what did you think?” He asked, nudging your shoulder, “Was your sister right?”

You let out a laugh before you nodded, “For the first time in her life.” You turned to face him. His grin made it’s way to his eyes, “You are ridiculously talented,” you said, still starstruck.

“Then I won’t let you see Javi play Hamilton. You might like him more than me,” he laughed. His laugh was breezy, like the conversation wasn’t filled with heat.

“Who says I like you?” You said, your brows furrowed, a teasing tone making its way off your lips.

“That dress,” he said quickly, easily. You let out small gasp, rarely allowing yourself to flirt so liberally. Speechless, you shook your head with a smile on your lips. He played off of this, taking your hand in his. “But seriously, you liked it?” He asked, turning the subject.

You nodded instantly, “It… was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s exaggerating.”

“Maybe, but it was still amazing.” You shrugged.

He was closer than he was before. When did he get so close?

“You’re amazing,” he tried.

You crinkled your nose, “Cheesy.”

He giggled, placing his other hand on your cheek before touching his lips to yours. Melting immediately, your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. His hands dropped back to your hips as his lips molded yours. Your lips parted as his kisses got longer, hotter. You sighed into him, tugging his hair lightly when he nipped your bottom lip. The fire in your chest had traveled to every part of your body and you had never felt so good.

“Dude! Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here - oh shit!” Someone yelled, barging into the dressing room and causing you two to pull apart. Accidentally, you smacked Lin in the face as you jumped back to the end of the couch.

“Shit,” you both groaned, you in embarrassment, him in pain. Reaching towards him, your placed your hand back to his jaw where it had previously been in much different context.

He laughed lightly, “I’m okay,” he assured you. Your eyes were still worried so he leaned forward and pecked your lips once more, making you smile.

A curly haired boy walked in sheepishly alongside Jasmine. Lin laughed, flopping back on the couch. “Go figure.” He laughed.

The boy furrowed his brows, letting out a slight huff.

Throwing a hand up, he introduced you, “Anthony, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Anthony.”

You offered a small wave, your blush undeniable. Quickly, Jasmine broke the tension with a laugh, “You couldn’t even lock the door, Lin?”

Lin face palmed, slapping a hand over his eyes. You looked down, trying not to giggle (and failing). Maybe it was the way Jasmine leaned so easily against the counter, like this was something enjoyable for her to see, or maybe the way Lin had kept one hand around your waist during the entire affair, but you weren’t nearly as embarrassed as you should be.

“We’re going to get some pizza if you want to come,” Anthony said, scratching the back of his neck.

Jasmine was quick to kid, just like Lin, “Unless you guys are preoccupied.”

Lin groaned, standing up and ushering out the door, mumbling something in Spanish before turning back to you, “I am so sorry.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it. I love your cast.”

He was back to the couch, sitting just as close as he had before. “Oh yeah?” He grinned, giving you no time to respond before his lips were back on yours.

anonymous asked:

Bts reaction: Your parents walking in while you're doing "the nasty" with him 😏😂

Im gonna  choose 3 and they are

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JIMIN, SUGA AND V

Originally posted by stereojimin

(Why is he like this)

LETS GET STARTED

Chimchim

Originally posted by cutebts

He would be absoloutley FRIGGING SHOOK. He woudl grab the bedsheets and cover up his junk AsAAAP and would cover you up too. He’d start muttering oh shit, but then start saying ‘Sorry, Im soo sorry, we thought you weren’t home, we are soo sorry, we didn’t mean to, I mean we did mean to…but we didn’t mean to…’ He would feel embarrassed to ever come to your house again and meet with your parents. He’d also keep sending you messages asking if you’re parents have said anything and whether he should try to make up for it. 

TAETAEEE

Originally posted by mvssmedia

He’d probably burst out laughing straight away and (like Jimin) would get all embarssed and start hiding under the covers. He would still be laughing though and would constantly ask you ‘are they gone yet? Oh GoD are they GONNNE’. Once they actually leave, he would quickly get dressed and go down and say sorry. He would stick around though, maybe not to finish the business, but definitely to keep you satisfied enough :)

Suga *cough cough* DaddDY *cough cough*

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Gets startled at first but then takes a deep breath and says ‘Yeahhhh, she calls me Daddy too’

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Shatter Windows || Ch 2

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff, angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (ft. Jungkook)

Summary: Having your soul tied to the person you love for the rest of eternity isn’t a beautiful and magical as most make it out to be.  (Based around the Prologue, I Need U, Run MV’s)


A month into the new school year and Jungkook and I had managed to get closer; however, there was still a lot about Jungkook I didn’t know.  I thought that we could become closer if we hung out outside of school.  So I might have let it slip that I wanted to possibly hang out sometime.  It seemed to have worked because a few days later Jungkook asked if I wanted to grab coffee sometime.  So, we arranged to meet up at a coffee shop on the weekend but it was still a little strange.  The way he asked would have made me consider this a date, if it were not for how uninterested Jungkook seemed in having a relationship from prior conversations we’ve had.  Even so, I got all dressed up as if it were like a date.  I must have changed at least 10 times before finally deciding on a light sundress with a faded jean jacket.  My hair and makeup were equally as time consuming since I couldn’t find a look I liked.  I checked my phone one last time to make sure I had the right address before heading out to the coffee shop.  

When I arrived at the shop, Jungkook came out to greet me.  He was wearing an unbuttoned red, black, and white flannel over a white shirt.  His dark jeans cuffed up to show off the timberland boots that he was oh so proud of.

“Hey, Y/N, you look nice.”

“Thanks, Jungkook.”  I grinned happily at the compliment.  I could have sworn I saw a blush dust across his cheeks, but mentally shrugged it off.  “Did I make you wait long?”

“Not really, I did order an Americano for you.  Hope you don’t mind.”  I shook my head as he led me back to the table and handed me my drink.

“Thank you.”  I smiled, taking the cup.  “To be honest I was actually surprised you invited me out this weekend.”  I laughed before taking a sip of my drink.

“Really?”  Jungkook let out a small chuckle, before messing with his hair.  “Why?  Is it weird that I did?”

“No, no” I shook my head laughing.  “I just thought you spent your weekends with your hyungs.  I just assumed you were normally busy.”

“Well I do, we normally just hang out later in the day.”

“What do you guys do anyways?  If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Just stuff.”  Jungkook shrugged.  His eyes wavered from me off to the side before widening.  “Shit…” he mumbled under his breath and slid down in his chair bringing his hand up to hide his face.

“What is it?”  I was turning in the direction Jungkook was looking before he pulled me down to hide.  “Jungkook what’s wrong?”  I whispered utterly confused.  Why is he acting like this?

“It’s nothing.  Just keep your head down and they’ll go away.  Probably…  Man, this sucks I thought they were busy…”

“Who are you talking about?”  I tried to peek over to see who Jungkook was talking about.  The cafe was rather empty right now so it wasn’t hard to find the two guys he must have been trying to avoid.  The two guys were possibly a few years older than we were.  They were just ordering some coffee like everyone else, which made Jungkook’s reaction even more peculiar.  They were just your average-looking guys; the shorter of the two was looking up at the menu running his hand through short but fluffy orange dyed hair.  He wore an army green jacket with the sleeves rolled up over a plain white tee and light ripped jeans.  The taller one was smiling and charming the barista while he ordered.  His hand reaching into the pocket of his black varsity jacket.  Once he finished paying, his eyes scanned the cafe and locked with mine.  He smirked and gave me a wink.  Quickly, I turned back to facing at Jungkook, a blush of embarrassment spreading across my cheeks from being caught staring.  

“Um, so who are those guys?”  

“Those are my hyungs…”  Jungkook groaned, running his hand through his hair.  “Oh god, they’re coming over here.”  The two guys slowly made their way over to our table before sitting down with us.  The orange headed one sat next to Jungkook as the varsity jacket one sat next to me.

“I hope we’re not crashing your date with Y/N, Kookie.”  The one sitting with Jungkook nudged at him with his shoulders, chuckling.  Jungkook just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms; Not bothering to hide his disdain about them being here.   

“Not to be rude, but how do you know my name?”  I spoke up, interrupting the small banter between the two across from me.

“Oh, has Kookie not talked about us?”  He faked a pout at Jungkook before turning to me with a smile.  “We’re Kookie’s friends.  My name is Park Jimin.”

“And I’m Jung Hoseok.  Jungkook talks about you a lot to us.  All good things, it’s kind of cute.”  Jimin and Hoseok laughed.

“Hyung!  Don’t tell her things like that.”  Jungkook groaned, hiding his face in his hand and I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.  After our laughter died and Jungkook’s embarrassment passed, Jungkook started questioning his friends.

“So why are you guys here anyway.  I thought you two were going to be busy this weekend.”

“I’m free right now but later when we normally hang out I’ll be working.”  Jimin stated shrugging his shoulders.

“As for me, I have a blind date.”  Hoseok took a sip of his drink; his eyes gravitated over to me catching me staring once again.

“Are you taking Y/N with you to meet the other guys?”  Jimin grinned, glancing between Jungkook and me while he ate the small cake he got with his drink.  I gave Jungkook a questioning look since I had no idea what today’s plans were.  He avoided my gaze, favoring the view out the window instead.

“No, that’s why I asked her out before we normally hang out.  I don’t need you guys bothering us.”  I watched him as he spoke and the more talked the rosier his cheeks were getting.  Is he embarrassed about being out with me?  I shook my head dismissing the thought.  This is Jungkook were talking about.  I had one-sided conversations for almost an entire year just to get him to even think of being friends with me.  If he were actually embarrassed of me, there would be no way he would have invited me out.  It’s probably just the teasing from his friends.  

“Oh, so you don’t deny that you’re on a date with Y/N?”  Hoseok leaned onto the table smirking at Jungkook.

“Do you want to get out of here?”  Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he stared at me, ignoring Hoseok’s question.  It was easy to see that he was more on edge the longer we sat with his friends, even though I couldn’t understand why that was the case.  I glanced at Jimin and Hoseok then back at Jungkook, giving him a small nod.  Jungkook abruptly stood up, grabbing my wrist and lightly dragging me out of the cafe in a matter of seconds.  The action startled me, but his hyungs just laughed, bidding us a goodbye.

It was a sort of difficult to keep up with Jungkook’s large strides as he led me down the street.  Perhaps realizing this, Jungkook slowed down before eventually stopping.  His head drooped, his eyes glued to the ground while his warm grip on my wrist loosened but never let go of me.

“Are you okay?”  I asked slightly out of breath.  For whatever reason, what Jimin and Hoseok said had upset him and I didn’t want that to ruin our time together.

“I’m sorry about them.”  Jungkook tightened his grip on my wrist and furrowed his brows with a frown.  He opened his mouth to say something else but quickly shut it shaking his head.

“It’s okay.  Friends can be a pain sometimes.”  I chuckle lightly placing my hand on the one that was closed around my wrist.  “They tease you because they care and whatnot.”  His gaze traveled from the ground to my face and I gave him a small smile.  He seemed to relax a bit with a sigh.

“I regret telling them anything sometimes.”  Jungkook let out a weak laugh and ran his hand through his hair.  “I should have just figured out how to ask you out myself.  I bet the only reason Jimin and Hoseok showed up at the cafe was because they were the ones who suggested I take you there.”  My body stiffened upon hearing this.  Did he actually want this to be a date?  Oh god.  What do I do now?  Jungkook must have noticed because immediately he let go of my wrist and stepped back from me.

“Shit, sorry, I mean, sorry, just ignore what-” He floundered around, trying to explain himself.

“Did you want this to be a date?”  I cut him off.  He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, and avoiding my gaze.

“Yes?  No?  I don’t know.  Isn’t it supposed to be a date?  I mean, I asked you out.  That makes this a date right?”  

“Jungkook, no one said it had to be one.  This can just be two friends hanging out on a weekend.”

“So you weren’t expecting this to be a date?”  He finally looked at me; a mixture between surprised and confused washed over his face.

“No, not really.”  Jungkook stared at me for at least a solid minute before throwing his head back in laughter.  Hearing him laugh so hard, causing my heart to race a little as I stared at him with awe.  His laughter died out and he let out a sigh of relief before turning to me, giving me a cute lopsided smile.

“Jimin and Hoseok convinced me that this was definitely supposed to be a date…  This whole time I was panicking over what I was supposed to do on a date for nothing.  God, I feel stupid.  Well, since this isn’t a date… want to go to an arcade?”  

“Yeah!”  I nodded excitedly; it had been awhile since I had been to an arcade.  

“Cool, let’s go then.  There should be one down this way.”  He laughed and motioned off to his right, starting to walk in that direction.  As we walked, a silence fell over the two of us.  It wasn’t an awkward silence but there was a gnawing feeling, advising me to try and create some sort of conversation.

“You know, even if this was a date we still could have gone to the arcade.”  I spoke up, staring straight while I walked beside him.  I felt his gaze on me before it went back to the path ahead of us.

“Well, I thought that dates were supposed to be romantic.  Arcades don’t particularly give off that vibe.”

“Romance is nice on a date, but so is fun.  You haven’t been on many dates have you?”  I snuck a glance up at his face to see him wince at my question.  I was about to apologize and tell to ignore me when started speaking.

“Contrary to what you may believe, people don’t think of me as the luckiest guy to hang with.”  There was a pause.  Even though he was still looking forward, I could see pain swirling around in his dark brown irises.  He looked over at me and gave me a smile before continuing.

“That and I don’t think anyone could handle all this sexiness.”  Jungkook joked, tilting his head back while running his hand through his hair.  I laughed at his antics, but what he said before and the look in his eyes lingered in the back of my mind.  While we walked, we continued to talk about little things, like school projects, club activities, and things we normally do on the weekends.  


Arriving at the arcade I was taken back, there were a lot more people here than I expected.  Jungkook laughed, ushering me over to the counter to get our game cards.  Jungkook quickly talked to the man at the register giving him money for the cards.  

“Here.”  Jungkook stopped me and handed me a card.

“Thank you but I have money you know.  I could have bought my own.”  He only shrugged at me with a smug smile.  I rolled my eyes but smiled back at him.  “Alright, let’s go.  Pick the first game.”  He gave me a mischievous grin and weaved through the sea of people.  Jungkook finally stopped at a first person zombie shooter, picking up one of the guns to cockily pose with it.

“You up for a zombie killing spree?”

“You bet your sweet ass I am!”  I laughed, grabbing the other gun and scanned my card to start the game.  Jungkook just stared at me with his brow raised.

“You bet your sweet ass?”

“What?  It’s an expression.”  I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Sure it is.”  He practically purred.

“Just play the game!”  I shoved his shoulder, rolling my eyes smiling as he laughed.

We were entering the final level; the characters in the game were faced with a herd of hundreds of zombies before they could finally reach their destination.  I shot Jungkook a side glance checking if he was ready.  He smirked at me before pulling the cocky pose from earlier, point the gun at the screen.

“This will be like the second coming of Christ, but with death. ‘Cause you’ll be dead for the second time.”  All eyes were on us in a matter of seconds as I erupted into uncontrollable laughter dropping the gun to hold my sides.  Jungkook’s laughter accompanied mine causing more wandering eyes to stare at the two teens losing their shit in front of the zombie game.  Wiping the tears from my eyes, I sigh finally managing to get my breathing back to normal, but the huge smile never left my face.

“Sweet Jesus, Jungkook.  How did you even come up with something like that?”  He just grinned and shrugged as if it was nothing.

“Aw come on.”  Jungkook groaned looking at the game.  Taking up the screen was the words ‘GAME OVER’ in a bloody font.  Amidst our laughing fit the game started and with our minds elsewhere we lost the game.

“We could play again?”  I suggested feeling a tad guilty we lost the game.

“Nah, it’s fine.  Let’s go to a racing game or something.”  I nodded and Jungkook put his gun do before leading me to a new part of the arcade.  When we got there, there was only one more seat available.

“Let’s go to something else.”

“No it’s okay, I’ll just watch.  I’m not good at these kinds of games.”  I smiled.

“Are you sure?”  He asked raising a brow.

“Yeah, I’ll be like, your personal cheerleader.”  Laughing, I lightly pushed him towards the game.  He greeted the guy that was sitting there before they started racing.  Jungkook was fully immersed in the game, so much so that he didn’t even notice me tell him I was going to the restroom.  When I came back, Jungkook was leaning against the chair of the game looking down at his phone.  

“How was the game?”  I asked standing across from him.  Jungkook put his phone away and shrugged.

“It was close, but I won.  You ready to lose at air hockey?”  He held up his card between his fingers with a smirk.

“Oh hell no!  You better prepare yourself for the bitter taste of defeat, my friend.”  I laughed, pushing up my sleeves only getting a chuckle out of him as he scanned his card starting the game.

After three games, one point him and one point me, I grasped the victory from the jaws of defeat.  Jungkook was a bit of a sore loser, but he got me back in the rhythm and the basketball games.  We played a few more random games, laughing and enjoying our time.  

“So is there anything else you want to do?”  Jungkook asked, staring at the claw machine trying to get an Eevee plushie.  

“Hmm, I don’t know we’ve done about everything right?”  I spoke just watching him struggle.  Jungkook shouted at the machine when the plush dropped before it got to the end.  He tried two more times before he finally got the plushie out of the machine, holding it triumphantly.  I smiled at the beaming grin he had; he was somewhat cute with a smile like that. 

Scanning over the arcade once more to see if there was anything else that we could enjoy together, my eyes lit up when they fell upon a photo booth.  Excitedly, I reached out, grabbing Jungkook’s hand lightly tugging him while point at the booth.

“Jungkook we have to get some pictures before we go!”  I smiled up at him and as we took a step toward the booth, Jungkook wrenched his hand out of mine.  A dark look settled over his face as he frowned at me with the same look of pain for before.  I stood there stunned with the sudden shift in the atmosphere.  Was it the fact I grabbed his hand?  Or maybe the thought of being in the photo booth?  Whatever it was, I obviously was the one that upset him.  

“Oh my god, I am so sorry Jungkook.  I didn’t, I mean, I shouldn’t have done that.  I wasn’t thinking.  That’s not an excuse, I’m sorry.  I should have asked.  I-” Frantically I turned to face him fully and bowed keeping my head down as I apologized.  Jungkook shifted his weight from one foot to the other before clearing his throat.

“It’s okay.  I was just shocked.”  He chuckled awkwardly, causing me to look up at him doubtingly.  He doesn’t sound too sure about that.   

“Seriously, I just was just surprised you grabbed my hand.”  Jungkook gave a weak chuckle looking off to the side rubbing his neck as he spoke.  I was still skeptical but asking further into the matter didn’t seem wise.  So I just stood up brushing the unwanted hair out of my face.

“Well, I’d still like to make it up to you for what I did…  How about lunch and ice cream?”  I offered once I noticed his eyes back on me.

“No, its fine, you don’t have to go that far.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure you’re hungry by now and I also want to pay you back for the coffee and paying for my card today.  It’s the least I can do.”  I sighed, rolling my eyes.  I wasn’t really planning on taking no as an answer.  He paid for everything as of right now and if he paid when we go to lunch, I’ll feel more as if I’m a burden than being a friend.

“Y/N, honestly I’m not that hu-” a grumble from his stomach cut him off, “gry…”  A grin spread across my face, and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Alright, you little liar.  We’re going for lunch.”  Subconsciously I started to reach for his hand to lead him again and I stopped myself.  Should I grab his hand now?  I mean he won’t be shocked but…  I shook my head.  Best not to accidentally do something again.  Without making it to obvious that I was reaching for him, I gripped the strap of my bag.  I gave him one last glance before walking out of the arcade, hoping that he was following me.  

We walked in silence for the most part.  I asked him where he wanted to go and he said he didn’t care so I chose a small barbecue placed not that far from the arcade.  After being ushered to a table, we sat down and I let Jungkook take the menu.

“It’s your choice.  You can have as much as you want.”  I spoke up before staring out the window, reflecting on how unusual this day was going for us.  It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it hadn’t been the best either.  I’m just glad that we are spending time together…  We wouldn’t be having these awkward moments if he weren’t at least letting me in, right.  At school, we didn’t talk all that much and it’s mostly about trivial stuff.  Even with texts, we talk about things we find funny or a song that’s interesting; normal friend stuff.  We never really get into anything deep.  Not a lot has changed over the past year, he opened up slightly and we talk a bit more than before.  Giving a mental sigh, I snuck a glance over at him only to find his dark brown eyes staring back into mine.  His eyes were soft and his lips were turned upward in a small but warming smile.  W-why is he looking at me like that?  Quickly, I turned back to look outside warmth rising to my cheeks as I try to slow my heartbeat.  A few seconds later Jungkook cleared his throat gaining my attention.  He held out the menu so I could see as he pointed at it.

“How about we get this beef and this seafood stew?”  He asked me then looked at me to check if I was okay with that and I just nodded.  Jungkook called over a waiter and placed our order.  A few minutes later the waiter brought our meat out and offered to cook it for us but Jungkook turned them down to do it himself.  I quietly sat back listening to the sizzling of the beef as Jungkook took over.  I started thinking to myself.  What if this was an actual date?  Would things be like this?  Jungkook is nice and all and I’d love to get to know more about him but we have soulmates.  I don’t think we’re soulmates, I mean, there should have been something that clicked earlier if we were right?  It feels a bit wrong being out with him like this…  I’m sure my soulmate isn’t doing something like this.  Going out with someone who they might be mildly interested in.  Do they even think of me?  I haven’t felt anything from the connection in a while… Maybe they’re somewhere better…  I wonder if they’re happy…

As my thoughts trailed off, a voice called me out of my daze.

“Y/N are you going to eat?”  Jungkook gave me a concerned look.

“Yeah.”  I shook the rest of my lingering thoughts off grabbing my chopsticks.

“Alright then, let’s eat!”  He gave me a wide smile before stuffing his cheeks with food.

Lunch went by rather quickly.  I honestly didn’t expect it to be as enjoyable either, but once we started eating, Jungkook started cracking jokes and talking about some stuff he did with his hyungs, which eased the weird atmosphere from earlier.  From what Jungkook told me there was a pretty large age variety between himself and the others, but they seemed to be able to make their group work.  The two Jungkook hung out with the most were either Min Yoongi or Kim Taehyung.  Kim Taehyung.  The more Jungkook talked about him, the more butterflies started to pool in my stomach.  He was two years older than we were but according to Jungkook, he didn’t act his age.  Part of me wanted to ask Jungkook more questions about him, but I had a more pressing question to ask.

Much later, on the edge of sleep, I felt Jamie’s arm around my waist, and felt his breath warm against my neck.

“Does it ever stop? The wanting you?” His hand came around to caress my breast. “Even when I’ve just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.” 

He cupped my face in the dark, thumbs stroking the arcs of my eyebrows. “When I hold ye between my two hands and feel you quiver like that, waitin’ for me to take you … Lord, I want to pleasure you ’til ye cry out under me and open yourself to me. And when I take my own pleasure from you, I feel as though I’ve given ye my soul along with my cock.” 

He rolled above me and I opened my legs, wincing slightly as he entered me. He laughed softly. “Aye, I’m a bit sore, too. Do ye want me to stop?” I wrapped my legs around his hips in answer and pulled him closer. 

Would you stop?” I asked. 

“No. I can’t.” 

We laughed together, and rocked slowly, lips and fingers exploring in the dark. 

“I see why the Church says it is a sacrament,” Jamie said dreamily. 

“This?” I said, startled. “Why?” 

“Or at least holy,” he said. “I feel like God himself when I’m in you.” 

I laughed so hard he nearly came out. He stopped and gripped my shoulders to steady me. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“It’s hard to imagine God doing this.” Jamie resumed his movements. “Well, if God made man in His own image, I should imagine He’s got a cock.” He started to laugh as well, losing his rhythm again. “Though ye dinna remind me much of the Blessed Virgin, Sassenach.” 

We shook in each other’s arms, laughing until we came uncoupled and rolled apart. 

Recovering, Jamie slapped my hip. “Get on your knees, Sassenach.”

“Why?” 

“If you’ll not let me be spiritual about it, you’ll have to put up wi’ my baser nature. I’m going to be a beast.” He bit my neck. “Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog?” 

“A hedgehog.” 

“A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?” he demanded. 

No, I thought. I won’t. I will not. But I did. “Very carefully,” I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought. 

Jamie collapsed in a ball, wheezing with laughter. At last he rolled over and got to his knees, groping for the flint box on the table. He glowed like red amber against the room’s darkness as the wick caught and the light swelled behind him. 

He flopped back on the foot of the bed, grinning down at me, where I still shook on the pillow with spasms of giggles. He rubbed the back of his hand across his face and assumed a mock-stern expression. 

“All right, woman. I see the time has come when I shall have to exert my authority as your husband.” 

“Oh, you will?” 

“Aye.” He dived forward, grabbing my thighs and spreading them. I squeaked and tried to wriggle upward. 

“No, don’t do that!” 

“Why not?” He lay full-length between my legs, squinting up at me. He kept a firm hold on my thighs, preventing my struggles to close them. 

“Tell me, Sassenach. Why don’t ye want me to do that?” He rubbed his cheek against the inside of one thigh, ferocious young beard rasping the tender skin. “Be honest. Why not?” He rasped the other side, making me kick and squirm wildly to get away, to no avail. 

I turned my face into the pillow, which felt cool against my flushed cheek. “Well, if you must know,” I muttered, “I don’t think— well, I’m afraid that it doesn’t— I mean, the smell …” My voice faded off into an embarrassed silence. There was a sudden movement between my legs, as Jamie heaved himself up. He put his arms around my hips, laid his cheek on my thigh, and laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks. 

“Jesus God, Sassenach,” he said at last, snorting with mirth, “don’t ye know what’s the first thing you do when you’re getting acquainted with a new horse?” 

“No,” I said, completely baffled. 

He raised one arm, displaying a soft tuft of cinnamon-colored hair. “You rub your oxter over the beast’s nose a few times, to give him your scent and get him accustomed to you, so he won’t be nervous of ye.” He raised himself on his elbows, peering up over the slope of belly and breast. 

“That’s what you should have done wi’ me, Sassenach. You should ha’ rubbed my face between your legs first thing. Then I wouldn’t have been skittish.” 

“Skittish!” 

He lowered his face and rubbed it deliberately back and forth, snorting and blowing in imitation of a nuzzling horse. I writhed and kicked him in the ribs, with exactly as much effect as kicking a brick wall. Finally he pressed my thighs flat again and looked up. 

“Now,” he said, in a tone that brooked no opposition, “lie still.” 

I felt exposed, invaded, helpless— and as though I were about to disintegrate. Jamie’s breath was alternately warm and cool on my skin. 

“Please,” I said, not knowing whether I meant “please stop” or “please go on.” It didn’t matter; he didn’t mean to stop.

Consciousness fragmented into a number of small separate sensations: the roughness of the linen pillow, nubbled with embroidered flowers; the oily reek of the lamp, mingled with the fainter scent of roast beef and ale and the still fainter wisps of freshness from the wilting flowers in the glass; the cool timber of the wall against my left foot, the firm hands on my hips. The sensations swirled and coalesced behind my closed eyelids into a glowing sun that swelled and shrank and finally exploded with a soundless pop that left me in a warm and pulsing darkness. 

Dimly, from a long way away, I heard Jamie sit up. 

“Well, that’s a bit better,” said a voice, gasping between words. “Takes a bit of effort to make you properly submissive, doesn’t it?” The bed creaked with a shifting of weight and I felt my knees being nudged further apart. 

“Not as dead as you look, I hope?” said the voice, coming nearer. I arched upward with an inarticulate sound as exquisitely sensitive tissues were firmly parted in a fresh assault. 

“Jesus Christ,” I said. There was a faint chuckle near my ear. 

“I only said I felt like God, Sassenach,” he murmured, “I never said I was.” 

And later, as the rising sun began to dim the glow of the lamp, I roused from a drifting sleep to hear Jamie murmur once more, “Does it ever stop, Claire? The wanting?” 

My head fell back onto his shoulder. “I don’t know, Jamie. I really don’t.”

-Outlander

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Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 2.

Request:  Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama.

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It wasn’t your first time in Yoongi’s manor, during the time you’d had been together he had brought you here several times, you didn’t remember how many, but in all those times you hadn’t been able to get to know the whole place.

You walked down the hallways watching the art hanging on the walls, beautiful sceneries in some cases, rather grim ones in others. The manor had a nineteen century western ambiance, you could say even more ancient, it had a gothic feel to it, maybe because it was inhabited by demons. Nevertheless it also possessed the modern touch of technology and asian culture. Yoongi, you had learned through time, was actually quite enthusiastic about asian calligraphy, art pieces about it could be found throughout the manor as he’d say that words had power.

Every room in the manor, at least the ones you’d visited, had the right amount of light for it to create shadows out of almost everything, it didn’t matter which hour of the day it was, each room poured shadows that if you had to be honest you were still getting used to. One thing was Yoongi’s shadows and another were these, they created movement, allowing someone who knew how to occult and lurk in plain sight so although you were completely safe in his place, you also knew there were a lot of things to be wary of.

-Miss Y/N-

A voice made you jump, you turned around to find one of the members of Yoongi’s inner circle. He was Hoseok and at first you’d thought he was a butler, because to be fair, he dressed just like one, a black tuxedo and the white dress shirt underneath showing just enough, a bow tie adorning his neck. Out of all the demons you had seen he was the most elegant and proper, him and maybe Jin too.

-Hello- you muttered, feeling a little startled for not hear him coming, you never heard them coming. -You can just call me Y/N, I’ve told you-

He nodded, his orangey silky hair bowing down. -I know Miss, Y/N, Yoongi is waiting for you at the dinning room-

-Alright, you should have told him to just find me himself- that made him chuckle.

-Imagine the outcome of that though- you laughed a little too, Yoongi could be a lazy ass when he was set for it. But as solicitous as Hoseok was you knew he was no butler, although his main job required him to never leave the manor.

Hoseok escorted you until you were in front of the dinning doors which opened at his will, you entered and found Yoongi at the head of the table, a scowl on his face and a meat knife going around his hands.

-About time-

You rolled your eyes and sat beside him, watching as the servants came with the food, walking around Yoongi carefully although not fearful.

-Thank you for waiting- you said despite your eye roll. You knew that if you were around he didn’t eat if you hadn’t eaten.

In front of you you saw what you thought was venison, the herbs making the smoke coming from it to water your mouth, it wasn’t the regular meat you’d eat on a daily basis but here they ate it a lot. You had inquired Yoongi about food before, because it was kind of odd that demons fed the same as humans, Yoongi had explained that they ate because they enjoyed it, but not because of need. Although there was indeed something about it that benefited them. 

The hunting, the killing.

He had let you know that what fed demons was no other thing but power, and there was absolute power in those two activities.

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kirigakure hotaru x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: @bakers97 requested more hotaru, and my love for the littlest kirigakure just keeps growing, so here it is! this one is prompt 44 - “don’t leave me behind.” @jemchew and @demon-princess-anastasia

She places the last of her necessary belongings into her travel bag, surveying the room. Lord Shingen, upon hearing her little brother’s birthday was approaching, had allowed her a brief return to Kyoto.

Upon seeing that all her belongings were successfully packed away, she placed the strap over her arm and started out the door.

She barely stepped into the hall before Lord Yukimura was there.

“Oh, Misaki! Let me carry that for you,” he says, taking it from her before she can reply.

“Ah, thank you, Lord Yukimura.” She falls into step beside him to the gates, where her horse waits. Sasuke drops from the rafters, walking alongside them. Seeing him just makes her all the more excited to see Yahiko again, and she can’t keep the smile from her face.

“Glad to be going on vacation, little lady?” She startles, and there is Saizo standing beside her horse, a smirk playing at his lips. She laughs.

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dresupi  asked:

Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock || Prompt: "Library" || Thank you so much! <3

For @dresupi​ :)

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

Darcy had not been paying attention to her surroundings when she collided with the man. In her defense, she had been carrying a pile of books that were blocking her view at the time, and literally couldn’t see if someone was standing in front of her.

It didn’t change the fact that she had run into a stranger and had wound up on the floor, books scattered around her.

She bites back a swear. Not that she’s a particularly polite person (she still blames her uncle’s influence for that. Frank Moses, while Awesome with a big A, never quite got the ‘no swearing around kids’ rule despite Darcy’s mother lecturing him about it regularly), but she’s in a library, where loud exclamations of voice are more than frowned upon and she’s been raised better than that.

“Are you okay?” Someone asks.

She nearly lets out an ‘eep’ as she raises her head to look at the person she bumped into.

Matt freaking Murdock. Aka the TA for her mandatory law class last semester, and the man she has been crushing on since her first class with him.

She really, really shouldn’t be thanking whoever is up there about his blindness, but when it means that he hasn’t seen her make a fool of herself, she can’t help it.

“Yes” She babbles hurriedly, trying to pick up her books. “Sorry about that, books were blocking my view.”

“Darcy Lewis, right?” Matt says, crouching down and feeling around for her books. “You were in the Intro to law class for the Political science section, right?”

He remembers her. Of course he remembers her. By her voice. Just by her voice. Holy TARDIS of Gallifrey. She grabs the remaining books and stands up, mirroring him. He’s holding about half of her initial stack.

“Yes” she squeaks (squeaks! How humiliating. Why does she always have to be ridiculous when confronted with stupidly handsome people?). “Didn’t think you’d remember me, to be honest. It wasn’t really my best class” She grimaces. “Thanks for helping me with the books. Could you just put them on top of the ones I’m carrying?”

“Your questions were always interesting” Matt replies, ignoring the second part as he shifts the books in his arms so that he can use his cane despite them. “Quite insightful. You used to drive Professor Emmerson crazy. Where do you need to put these?”

“Emmerson was crazy to begin with!” Darcy protests, because really, he was. The good kind of crazy, granted, but he was the stereotype of the Academic who would rather be buried in books than teaching. He had once shown up in his pajamas and bathrobe, and hadn’t noticed until a student had pointed it out. “And I need to bring these back to the return desk.”

“I thought you were doing political sciences?” the unfairly handsome TA asks, starting to walk towards said desk… without relinquishing said books, the gentlemanly little shit. “Why would you need to return books to Law Library?”

“This is what happens when your roommate is doing law and has studied herself into exhaustion working on her dissertation. She’s half-unconscious in our room, and these books needs to be returned today or she’ll get a disgustingly high fine. And you don’t have to help me, I would have managed by myself you know.”

Matt grimaces in sympathy.

“My condolences. Though, fair warning, it gets worse every year.” Then he smiles, somewhat shyly. “I don’t mind, really. After all, it gives me an excuse to see you again.”

That gets a startled laugh out of her.

“Smooth, Murdock, really smooth.” She grins as she drops the books on the desk.

“Did it work at least?” He retorts, carefully putting his stack next to hers.

“Buy me coffee first, Murdock and we’ll see.”

another chance for us to get it right

crimson_kiss17: I’d love to see how Mike and Ginny end up together at the end of a night that began with him showing up with Rachel and her still with Noah.

it’s not weird to write a New Year’s fic in April and post it in May, right?

read it on ao3


When Noah asked about Ginny’s plans for New Year’s, she hadn’t thought twice about it. After all, this was the guy who’d asked her to take a world tour after their second date, the guy who’d bought out a restaurant for their first. Asking about New Year’s plans in November was a little odd, sure, but she’d gotten kind of used to Noah Casey’s brand of odd.

(Used to it, but it really hadn’t grown on her.)

Still, Ginny replied without much thought, “I think the team usually hosts something? I’ll probably go to that.”

He’d grinned lopsidedly back and said, “Great! Good to have a plan already.”

Which could have been a compliment for her scheduling skills, but Ginny was pretty sure it was more along the lines of Noah inviting himself to the Annual Padres New Year’s Bash.

Sure enough, a month and a half later, Noah was her New Year’s Eve date. 

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