it's the world that made you small

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: The divide before you is uncrossable alone. Seek help, or a helicopter.

Taurus: Its not fog. Its a curse. A curse that looks like fog. Stay away.

Gemini: Clean yourself. Wash everything away. Especially that god awful paint.

Cancer: Listen. Follow the polka. It will not lead you to what you desire, but will lead you to what you need. Polka never dies.

Leo: Turns out you can take it with you, but only if its stored in canoptic jars. Get some honey and get to work.

Virgo: The world does not know you. It doesn’t know anyone. Its a rock.

Libra: Never eat and work at the same time. One must take the time to enjoy such simple pleasures.

Scorpio: Feel, don’t think. Allow the world to become a long dark ritual.

Sagittarius: Keep away from bridges today. What they symbolize you may not like.

Capricorn: Statistically, there is a chance that something you do today, however small, will lead to the death of an innocent.

Aquarius: No horoscope today, but the stars made me a lovely dumpling soup.

Pisces: Your body is not a temple, it is a river. A river made of meat and blood and stuff.

every Book of Mormon song summed up
  • Hello: knock knock get the door it's religion
  • Two by Two: sheltered white kids believe stereotypes
  • You and Me (but mostly me): kevin is literally captain hammer from dr horrible
  • Hasa Diga Eebowai: the song that made josh gad scared to be in the show because he thought that he would be shot
  • Turn it Off: me in 8th grade
  • I Am Here For You: elder cunningham is really clingy
  • All-American Prophet: USA USA USA USA USA
  • Sal Tlay Kah Siti: small cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
  • Man Up: Arnold's ego grows an unhealthy amount
  • Making Things Up Again: small chubby man lies a lot
  • Spooky Mormon Hell dream: kevin gets Roasted™
  • I Believe: shove a book up my ass daddy
  • I Am Africa: elder mckinley is really white
  • Joseph Smith American Moses: the mission president is horrified
  • Tomorrow is a Latter Day: we fucked up but it's chill

anonymous asked:

So I reading chapter 90 and just WOW!!!! Is all I have to say. I love that Deku says it can't be anyone but Kirishima. But can you explain that a little more please! But only if you have time.

The timestamp on this ask tells me I’ve been thinking about it for eight hours and right this moment I just decided, fuck it, the day after the anniversary sounds like a perfect moment to lose my shit over chapter 90 again, let’s do this

So the short answer in case you don’t have time for a trip through ninety chapters of the bnha manga is, Kirishima has with Bakugou a relationship unlike nearly anyone else, based on mutual trust and faith in each other’s strength and the firm understanding that neither of them is putting themselves above the other ever, and that made it so that in the group of people present at the moment Kirishima was the only one Bakugou would have willingly accepted help from, so that’s why it had to be him 

That’s some great foundation for a mutually respectful relationship if I’ve ever seen one and my heart weeps a lot 

BUT I said I was gonna cry about this properly so let’s do this let’s just go back to the beginning of the manga anon my pal I need you to understand why everything about that chapter has me in tears still even though it’s been a year and probably a thousand read-through’s

(this is seriously image heavy I’m so sorry oops)

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holding hands — tom h.

Originally posted by olvrsfelicity

author’s note: guys thank you so much for all the support on my first head cannon :( here’s more shit i couldn’t stop thinking about the past couple days so i hope you enjoy it! (sorry it turned out so long again)

  • here we go okay so lets say the first time tom held your hand was on your first date
  • he was nervous
  • i’m talking about so nervous his hands were sweaty and shaky and he couldn’t stop wiping them on his jeans
  • you were so nervous too kfjdkfjdf
  • your first date with him was at his apartment because he wanted to cook for you 
  • he thought it was a cute thing to do and he low-key really wanted to impress you
  • because he knew you liked simple, romantic things like that and not extravagant over the top pricey dates
  • ok so you were sitting on the counter top with your legs dangling off the edge
  • swinging them back and forth
  • tom was so distracted by you because you looked so cute 
  • he literally couldn’t stop staring at you
  • that’s why he accidentally placed his hand on the stove and BURNED HIMSELF
    • “ow”
  • once you heard that, you jumped off the counter and ran over to him
  • he was shaking his hand back and forth, trying to air out the burn
  • not only that but he was shaking his head because he just did something so stupid in front of you
  • when all he wanted to do was impress you
  • you could tell he was so upset by the look on his face 
  • :(
  • and plus his hand was all red from the burn 
  • :(
  • as if he hadn’t felt enough tingles from the stupid burn
  • but this tingle was from you and your sweet little kiss so it was different
  • his eyes light up and he just stared at you 
  • you could tell he was a bit happier so you kissed his hand again
  • he shook his head and laughed a little, so you were like
    • “what”
    • “nothing, i jus-i just wanted to do that first”
    • you stared at him a little confused
    • he sighed and said,
      • “i wanted to do that first, ya know hold your hand but i’ve just been so nervous because you look so cute and i really want to impress you but instead i do this and ruin it all and i don’t know y/n… i just really really wanted to hold your-
    • you let go of his hand
    • he INSTANTLY grabbed it again
    • you smiled and said, “looks like you’re holding it”
  • he swore he fell in love with you at that moment 
  • that was also when you guys had your first kiss and became official
  • ANYWAYS after that date you two couldn’t stop holding hands
  • lets talk about the most simple way being when you two were walking 

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Personal thoughts on the undertale fandom

I’ve been an asshole recently. I’m sorry. Hell, i didn’t want to make my own personal blog here, but people kept begging me to. I am my own person, and i have my own life. 

But that’s not the point.

I really do love the creativity i see in this fandom, and the devotion people have to it. Its amazing one small game i made has had such a huge effect on the world ( well, not that large ). It’s great that more people understand that fighting isn’t always the answer ( Though I didn’t even think the game would revolve around that when i started making the game ). I really do wish this blog could coexist apart from undertale, but if you really want to talk to me about it, sure, why not. You want to make NSFW art, sure. If you want to put unique spins on undertale, that’s also ok.

Stay determined everyone.

It started like most things do: for profit.  A scientific experiment, run by a corporation, with little oversight and little ethical attention. A pack of ambitious men and women in a room, a voided lightless room, pounding out science like a hammer against a nail.  Effortless, forthcoming, senseless, progressive.  It was unfathomable what they accomplished, what they were able to do with three  years time and an unlimited bankroll.  It was unlimited power to create and destroy.

How does it really work?

Our brain speaks a language, just like English or French or Mandarin.  They called it Neuronic, after the cells that make up our brain. The key to understanding the language was being able to get a composite picture of the entire neural network, but that required being able to track each neuron’s position and path in real time.  And finally we were able to do that.


Yes, nanomaterials, to be more precise. They called it a rider, because it would attach onto any unoccupied neuron and ride it virtually forever, all the while pinging information back outside the body.  It was incredible science.

All that remained was to figure out the cipher–which neurons corresponded with which functions–and then Pandora’s box would be opened up completely.  They accomplished this in just a few months of testing.  Of course, each person is different, and their neurons corresponded differently, but when you zoom out wider and farther, our brains all speak the same language, with just slightly different dialects.

So that was it?  The era of thoughtlessness was over?

No, far from it.  The technology worked, but it couldn’t be applied to anyone–only those who had injected the riders inside of them, either with or without their consent.

Then we were injected?

No, hold on, I’m getting there.


It’s okay, I know you can’t help yourself. They knew that this wouldn’t go anywhere unless they could market it as actually having a use.  That is, they knew people wouldn’t buy a library card if there were no open books.  They needed a way to open most or all of the books.  

How’d they do it?

That’s the thing: no one knows.  Most think they made the riders replicating and self-sufficient–able to float through the air and enter new hosts.  Others think they simply poured enough into the major water streams and let time do its work. You could hold all the riders in all the Earth in the palm of your hand and not even see them. That’s how infinitesimally small these things are. All they needed to do was make them able to find new bodies.

Wasn’t this illegal?

What, infecting the entire world with nanomaterials that would betray your thoughts and feelings? I’m sure it was, but what can you do?  Take the corporations to court while all the lawyers’ and judges’ and juries’ worst thoughts were portrayed to everyone who had access to them, everyone who had bought their way into the elite, purchased a superhuman power?  

It was chaos at first. The rider translators were prohibitively expensive, on purpose, and only the most affluent few in the world could afford the privilege of looking into the heads of others. Almost every politician was thrown out of office, almost every celebrity or public person was cast in a horrible light over something they had mindlessly thought when someone was in range with a translator.  You know, the wealthy used to hire these people to follow other people around.  The new age thought paparazzi, the nightmares of everyone who was worth exposing.

Couldn’t they block it?  Block the riders, or get rid of them?

The riders, no, those are impenetrable.  But people tried everything: diets, surgeries, horrible devices and treatments, but nothing worked at all.  The only option was to try to block the translators, either by getting out of range or attempting to mix up the signal.  These were…. moderately successful at first, but the corporations kept churning out better and better translators, larger ranges and stronger pathways.   Eventually, there was only one sure way to get some instance of peace.

Getting rid of the translators?

Yes, unfortunately.  People started figuring out that they needed to destroy the translator devices themselves.  Keep in mind, these were fed up people whose lives were all but destroyed.  The tragedy was that the corporations had started permanently planting these in people’s ears.   It was a gruesome and bloody year.  Neighbors and friends turned on each other, even when they weren’t sure if they had them or not. The destruction of many of the devices and the danger that came with wearing one prompted the corporations to keep lowering the price, until eventually almost all but the poorest people had them.  Now everyone could be betrayed and everyone could betray. 

So that’s why we live in a state of equality now?  When everyone can know everything about everyone, doesn’t that mean a level playing field?

No, doesn’t it just expose everything? Am I equal because I have equal information, or am I just more informed of my own inequality?  Hey, it’s 7:00 here in the states.  What time is it over there for you, again?


Time for bed then, isn’t it?

Ah, Dad, tell me more…

I’ll think with you more tomorrow.  Be good for your mom.



go out there, love. dance terribly and sing loudly. your heart’s strong as ever, no matter the storms that have tried to ruin you for good. i promise. forget about the yesterdays that followed you here. today, you can forgive even that which has interrupted your sleep. today, all the countries you have lost are replaced in full. today you can rest your head anywhere and remember the women before you who did not die, even when the whole world willed it. listen, love. go on and feel everything if that’s what it takes. so what if the world doesn’t love you back? what does it know anyway. go and save yourself in the thousand ways you feared were impossible.  the war’s not over but for people like us, it never is. breathe deeply, love. keep waking up, even if the days you step into do not belong to you. go on, love. go and tell the river it owns nothing of yours today. tell the sky you forgive its impatience. tell the mountains you’ve survived worse. go on, love. count the ways you have chosen to not erase yourself. forget the ones who made your name a small thing. stay impossibly still or move through the whole country in a week. do what it takes, love. no one out there will make this easier for you. go on and dare to save yourself in a world that has promised to celebrate your absence. go on, love, and hold on to the thousands of ways you have not left a world that has only ever showed you the way out. 

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Did you do your Jeddy fic recs ? Thanks xxx

I’d totally forgotten so kudos for the reminder! There you go, don’t forget to leave the authors some love,

What I’m Waiting to Find by @gracerene09 (27k)
James has devoted the past two years to being the best damn Chaser that Puddlemere United has ever seen…and to getting over his teenage crush on Teddy. But when Teddy comes back to England after a long stint abroad, James’s resolve to move on is put to the test. [Companion pieces Waiting (For You) and Midnight, part of the Are You Mine? series]

The Hidden Side by @gracerene09 (38k)
Twenty years ago today, James Sirius Potter was born into this world. Four years, two months, and six days later, somebody took him.

A Small Spark Neglected by gyzym (23k)
Someone’s setting fires in Wizarding London, and Teddy Lupin’s going to have to marry a Potter.

The Rules Of Being A Godson by copperbadge (12k)
Teddy Lupin never gets too close or feels too much; his godfather’s son never does anything else.

Here Now, Gone Yesterday (or Back To The Future) by nerakrose (21k)
Teddy and James are in the middle of breaking up when Remus and Sirius - teenaged, travellers from the past - drop into their life.

“Cool Dad” Harry Potter? (By the Daily Prophet’s Gossip Correspondent, Rita Skeeter) by WrittenSins (2k)
Rita Skeeter covers the 2022 Quidditch World Cup.

Betrayal is a Thorny Crown (You Wear It Well) by Snegurochka (8k)
Five years after taking his fifteen-year-old godbrother’s virginity, Teddy has done everything he can to avoid James. He is definitely not supposed to look this good when Teddy finally runs into him again, but Teddy is pretty sure the kid will never forgive him for disappearing like that.

Struck by gryffindorJ (12k)
Sometimes you don’t see what’s right in front of your face until you catch it in just the right light.

what seventeen means by sepia_cigarettes (5k)
Seventeen means a lot of things for James. There’s his Apparition licence for a start, and then there’s his new height, and then there’s Teddy’s return from Oceania. That one is definitely the best, but Dominique can go screw herself if she thinks that James is going to confess his undying love any time soon.

Sweet Sixteen by grim_lupine (2k)
Sixteen hits James like the Hogwarts Express, a growth spurt the likes of which he’s been dreaming of for years, legs long enough to trip him up when he forgets how different they are now.
Legs long enough that it takes Teddy a good twelve seconds to look James all the way up, all the way down, when he comes back home from his six-month-long trip to France. James counts them off in his head, skin prickling, mouth dry.

Coming Out Ahead by mindabbles (9k)
James and Scorpius need a big break. Albus needs Scorpius. Teddy wants James. Perhaps they’ll all learn that you can’t always get everything you want, but maybe if you’re lucky, you can get some of what you need.

Friday Nights at the Leaky Cauldron by AmoretteHD (10k)
When James shows up at the Leaky Cauldron looking for a job, Teddy tries to show him it’s bloody hard work running a pub. But he doesn’t expect James to be a natural at it, and he doesn’t realize James will attract all kinds of attention. And this presents a problem for Teddy; a huge problem.

Hey There Little Red Riding Hood by @blithelybonny (7k)
James Sirius has a secret thing for werewolves, okay? I mean, who doesn’t…

Our Cracking Bones Make Noise by snarkyscorp (28k)
After the death of his sister, James is out of control. As his family’s last resort, Charlie offers to give James a spot on his dragon reserve in Germany, where Teddy will take him under his wing. There, James is forced not only to confront larger-than-life dragons in ways he never imagined but to deal with the loss of his sister and come to terms with his sexuality in ways that will ultimately help him heal and change his life forever.

It’s not me, it’s you (I’m in love) by nerakrose (4k)
James is stupidly, madly in love. Teddy is looking for love in the wrong places.

Lost For You by gryffindorJ (2k)
They’re supposed to be messing around, nothing else, but Teddy’s in love with James.

At The End of The Rope by @shiftylinguini (35k)
Everyone presents in the springtime of their fifteenth year, and no one was more excited about this than James ― or more disappointed when it didn’t happen. But that’s okay, at twenty-two he’s now made peace with being an Absent Presentation, and with his conviction that no one in their right mind would want to be with or claim someone like him, least of all the person he really wants. He’s got his work and his right hand, and even if he sometimes thinks about what it would be like to be honest with Teddy about how he feels, he knows he couldn’t bear the rejection ― at least, that’s what he tells himself when he can’t get to sleep at night.
But all that is tested after a run-in with an overzealous admirer and a routine Auror call-out gone drastically wrong. As James is left now presenting in full as an Omega, and bound to stay in Teddy’s presence, the careful balancing act he’s built his life around grows more precarious by the second.

Those Who Wait by @shiftylinguini (14k)
Good things come to those who wait. Luckily for James, good things also come to those who are terrible at waiting, and who instead sulk dramatically and go to sleep in a huff. Teddy is in no position to judge him, however, being the one who made the ‘no-sex-‘til-your-eighteenth-birthday-sweetheart’ rule in the first place ― and then, of course, went and got sent on assignment that weekend, instead of making good on what he’d promised James. But now… Well, nothing’s stopping him from making good on it now.

Quiet by gryffindorJ (32k)
Fresh out of Auror Training James is assigned his first partner, Teddy. The fact that he finds Teddy a little intimidating isn’t bad enough, James also has old unrequited feelings for him. And that means things could only get worse when the Wizarding World is struck by an-unknown curse.

The Way He Looks by Writcraft (11k)
His dad’s having a midlife crisis, he hates the job he doesn’t even have yet and he’s somehow managed to accidentally bond himself to the best mate he’s secretly in love with. Surely growing up shouldn’t be this difficult?

Blue is the Warmest Colour by Writcraft (8k)
James has fancied Teddy for as long as he can remember, but Teddy isn’t ready to settle down. James goes on a journey of self-discovery as he negotiates the pleasure and pain of first love, coming to terms with his parents’ separation and the struggle to come out to his dad.

Muckraker by gryffindorJ (9k)
After a preview of James’ latest article appears The Daily Prophet Teddy is aware that his squad of elite Aurors was secretly infiltrated by James. To make matters worse the preview foreshadows a less than flattering article. Teddy has to find out how James got this information before the article goes to print. Not Teddy’s idea of a good time because things between him and James have been less than congenial since they broke up.

Dirty Little Secret by iamisaac (6k)
Teddy and James’s relationship has been a secret for two long years, and it’s best kept that way, at least in Teddy’s opinion. But sometimes, you don’t get the choice…

Say That We’ll Be Together by @gracerene09 (2k)
James lives for Hogsmeade weekends.

Green Falls by hollys_tree (11k)
It sounds like the easiest assignment ever: Teddy has to file a report about a nature reserve in Wales. But when James Potter becomes his partner for the week, it creates a whole new set of problems.

Lunacy by @shiftylinguini (18k)
Teddy was born a werewolf. James gets bitten later in life (not by Teddy) and Teddy is there to help him through his first heat. [Prequel Red Light, Yellow Light, Green]

It’s a Big, Gay World Out There by thenewlondoner (13k)
When James comes out, Teddy takes him out. Not like that, though. Really.

Room 43 by gryffindorJ (5k)
Everyone wants James but James only wants Teddy. There’s one small problem. (Teddy would say the problem isn’t small at all. But now I’ve gone and made it sound like Teddy has a small dick. I assure you that’s not the problem but that doesn’t make it any better.)

An incomplete list of Excellent Quotes from TAZ 69

“i do not have a vertical leap of 21 feet.”

“we’re not really as good at this game as we thought, maybe”

“a regular, non-magical amount of fear”

“drink it in, john. abracafuckyou!”

“What does she say, justin?” “Well this is fuckin weird…”

“thanks for the fuckin wizard powers, by the way.”

“I get to ask the dm one question…have you had fun doing the adventure?” “uh, yeah!” “good!”

“you boys know the best part about the fantasy costco? free samples” *throws grenade*

“I could attack, but im having a lot of fun with this bond thing”

“Roswell comes surfing in on this mudslide”

“You’re really in trouble now, mister, im going to call someone who inspires me every day to be a better wizard and a better person, his name is Taako….and I cast sunbeam”

“much like the best science on earth, you’re all double-blind!”

“you have to fucking bill and ted this out, you have to go in future and cast mass cure wounds, or else its a paradox and you destroy everything”

“i give Istus a double low five”

“I just realized this is going to make it sound like you dozed of on the Rockport Limited and this was all a dream.” 

“I’m not god” “that’s what god would say!”

“Myself and a small team of other folks, we made your existence. or to be more specific, we made all the laws that govern your world” “…Gary Gygax?” 

“Jefandrew, could you make a bottle of Josta so big, even you couldn’t drink it?” 

"We’re all taking the lives we’ve been given and breathing them into new things…like Josta”

A Dip in the Ice

Summary: Bucky x Reader: Being a shifter has its ups and downs. Being a shifter in the avengers, has even bigger ups and downs

Word Count: 1884

Warnings: Cursing, self-doubt, fluff-ish, allusions to smut

A/N: This is for @avengersandlovers writing challenge! This is unbeta-ed cause I procrastinated WAY too much… sorry if it’s crappy!

Originally posted by natpekis

Being an animal shifter had its advantages. You were rarely ever cold, being that you could shift to a critter covered in fur. You didn’t need as much sleep as most people; your animal forms had much more energy than humans. The best advantage was your ability to become so small. A mouse was a household nuisance for sure, but they were pretty common all around the world, and they made for great spies. Even though that particular creature was hard to transition into or hold for very long, due to the strain on your muscles and bones, it was your favorite. Add to that, the enhanced hearing, and you were a near perfect fly on the wall.

Your enhanced senses were invaluable in your line of work, but it also meant that your day to day life was uncomfortable, and at times quite awkward.

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You Again


Overview: After graduating from law school in New York, you were offered a job at one of the best firms in London. Once there, you bumped into Draco Malfoy, your former best friend and former boyfriend. But almost eight years have passed, and you’re in for the surprise of a lifetime. (Muggle/Modern AU)

Word Count: About 2,200.

Warning(s): Some swearing.

Note: This is loosely inspired by the movie You Again and Taylor Swift’s “Speak Now.” The fic will be around 10 parts in total. Stay tuned! :)

Tag List: If you want to be tagged in this series, either comment or reblog saying you want to be added to the list. Those who ask me through my ask box will be ignored.

To say you were shocked to be back in London was an understatement.

After graduating from Columbia Law School, you expected to stay where your network was strong and self-built. Still, with cutthroat graduates all looking to partner with the best firms in New York, you knew your only options were to stand out or to get out.

You just never thought the option you’d choose would be the latter.

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[04] Run

Originally posted by happyemofreak


Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes and ideas.

 Warnings: smut, angst, fluff



As the night went on and the living room was full of laughter and shared memories, you knew you were exactly where you belonged. The movies became background noise to you and boys nonsense, but the night slowly came to a close as Namjoon and Jin fell asleep peacefully on the floor, while Taehyung cuddled Jimin’s sleeping body, Hoseok slept with his head hanging off the recliner and Jungkook slept with one of his legs on your thighs while the other was hanging off the couch, leaving Yoongi sitting normally next to you. You caught the last few minutes of the fourth movie you all put in before you fell asleep innocently on Yoongi’s shoulder.


It has been about two weeks since you moved in with the boys, those two weeks being work during the day and hanging out with the boys at night. It wasn’t always the eight of you, sometimes it would be you and couple of the others, or you and one of the boys but in regardless you felt at home. Two weeks had gone by since the tunnel, which meant two weeks worth of new events to top that; throwing water balloons off a building, jumping into a public fountain, once you even made the terrible decision to join Taehyung on bet that he could beat Jungkook at Overwatch. Taehyung got creamed and that meant the two of you had to run butt naked down our street screaming “JEON JUNGKOOK IS THE OVERWATCH MASTER.” Jungkook and Hoseok were the only ones present at the time the bet was made, meaning they were the only ones allowed to watch the streaking happen. Work at the diner seemed to be much more tolerable, especially on the rainy days when Yoongi and Hoseok would come to visit you during there liquor runs, and while you always gave them a little more food then you were supposed too Yoongi gave you a 'tip’ on how not to be such a loser.

During the two weeks you had bonded with each and every individual in the house at least once: Waking up early in the morning to have breakfast with Jin, going out with V to go and take aesthetic pictures of him, walks and talks about the world and its meaning with Namjoon, Overwatch with Kookie if he talked you into getting your ass whooped, Jimin became a dear friend that you went shopping with, buying all kinds of clothes and modeling for each other… then there was the day you accepted you may have a small crush on Min Yoongi.

It was 3:30am and everyone was asleep as they very well should have been, but your body refused to allow you to drift off into a dreamless slumber. You made your way towards the kitchen but got stopped by the faint sounds of music coming from Yoongi’s room, his door was opened ajar and even though you knew that wasn’t an invitation to come in, you did so anyway. Yoongi was sitting at his desk playing the keyboard with more passion then you had ever seen anyone have; you watched as his eyes closed and his fingers danced in an effortless way across the keys creating the most beautiful combination of notes.

“nae girogui guseok

han kyeone jarijabeun galsaek piano..” You listened to his soft and lingering voice as he rapped about his passion and love for the piano. Your heart swelled for the passionate boy sitting only a few feet away from you to engulfed in his music to realize you were watching him, the soft and slow flow turned to a strong, loud and emotional story about his love. You couldn’t find it in yourself to move from the doorway, even after he had finished playing; he let out a sigh and let his hands bang down on the keys.

“That was beautiful.” You knew he wasn’t going to invite you in, but you also knew he wasn’t going to kick you out so you took it upon yourself to sit on his bed. He finally looked over at you and gave you a tight smile. The rest of that night the two of you spoke of music, inspiration, and everything in between; he had finally showed you his mix tape that he had under the name Agust D, you weren’t exactly sure when it was but you ended up falling asleep on his bed and leaving him to go sleep on the couch. When you woke up curled up in his white covers you were consumed by the faint smell of his aroma, you quickly ran out of his room to go find where the mint haired boy had slept. “Min Yoongi. I know you hate being woken up but I don’t care. Wake the fuck up and go back to your bed! Don’t you ever let me take your bed from you again you fucker!” Yoongi mumbled under his breath and walked up to his room only to turn and look down at you from the top of the steps.

“It was nice talking to you about music brat.”

You slipped one of your multiple pairs of black ripped jeans and threw on a low cut white tank top, topping it all off with Jungkook’s light blue fuzzy cardigan you stole from him after you lost the Overwatch bet. You quickly gabbed your black boots and made your way downstairs where everyone was waiting on you.

“Is that my cardigan!?” The bunny boy yelled pointing at you while looking frantically at everyone else almost as though he expected them all to be outraged.

“I stole it from your room after the little streaking incident.” His pathetic pout soon turned into a full blown bunny smile when the mention of me and Tae’s dark moment was mentioned.

When it came to Jin’s truck everyone knew where they belonged, it was an unspoken contract between driver and passengers, you and your truck buddies usually always remained silent as yall looked up at the stars and waited for your destination to arrive. It never had to do with not wanting to talk to one another but more along the lines of the cool breeze against our faces and the dark sky above being peppered in small glowing stars.

You all heard the low beat of the radio through the closed windows and cool breeze, you took the silent time to take in the view in front of you. You took in the way he looked every time we passed under a street lamp, illuminating his figure and making it seem as though he was glowing. His stonewashed denim jacket with red plaid underneath every rip complimented his straightened mint hair, you took in the way his large hands looked ever so cozy in the black and red stripped sleeves that had a hole cute for his thumbs. He was too beautiful for you to understand and you couldn’t help but admire him any chance you got.

“So where exactly are we going?” You asked while playing with the green streaks in Taehyung’s hair. “There is this abandoned train an hour from here, we spent a year or two cleaning up the first three train cars and made them into a cool hangout party place. They are chained and locked so no one will fuck with our stuff.” Yoongi replied with a genuine smile, you could only assume the happiness came from the accomplishment of making the train cars 'new’ again. “Abandoned train car?” You said more to yourself then to the others, but since Hoseok was sitting next to you he heard. “Yeah, we stumbled upon it back when we were like eighteen? Nineteen? We just starting hanging there for a year and thought it would be cool to make the first few cars into our own little hangout. Its a bit of a drive but we always end up having the best time there.”

About half an hour later, the car had stopped and Jin and Namjoon ran into the Khol’s we were set in front of. Jungkook opened the back window and poked his head out to look at you guys in the back. “Y/n, I hope you’re ready for a fun night.” His bunny smile flashing so brightly in the slightly dark parking lot, Jimin could be heard yelling in agreement from next to Kookie but being unseen due to the fact the back window was extremely small. “I’m ready.”

Jin and Namjoon came back with two bags in each hand, each one holding a average sized pillow, they tossed them into the bed of the truck with us and then we were off to the train. “Are these feathered pillows?” You asked squeezing and examining the pillows that were in front of you.

“Congratulations, you know your pillows.“ Yoongi exclaimed showing an obvious smart ass tone. “Yoongi, I suggest you shut the fuck up before my foot ends up so far up your ass-” You were cut off my Jin’s loud voice, and you instantly remembered the back window was open. “Y/N. LANGUAGE!” Your cheeks flushed and you nodded softly as though Jin could even see you.

 "We’re here.“ Hoseok sang, pointing towards a dark red train frozen on a track. There wasn’t any buildings or houses around, only trees and the gravely ground beneath. Jin parked the truck in the tree’s to keep it hidden from people but easy enough to access and keep an eye on.

Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok sat on one of the train’s seats while Kookie, Yoongi, and Jimin sat in the seat across, leaving me and V to be sprawled out on the floor that was oddly comfortable, due to the rugs the boys had put in.

"Do yall have anything to eat or drink in here?” You asked eyeballing all the boys waiting for an answer. Hoseok pulled you up and walked you to the last car over (the guys following behind) it was the same set up as the other car but they had tables put in between the seats, unopened bags of chips, cookies and snacks of all kinds scattered over one of them; and to your astonishment there was a goddamn refrigerator set in the corner of the room, next to a maroon couch blocking the back door. "How the fu- I mean.. How did you manage to get a fuc- sorry Jin, I cant fucking help it.“ The boys erupted in laughter and you could almost swear even Jin chuckled. "You sound like Yoongi.” Jungkook laughed, causing a small tint of pink to cheeks, hoping no one noticed.

The windows of the car were covered with curtains and cardboard, white Christmas lights and two lamps (on opposite ends of the car) illuminated the hangout place wonderfully. "Y/n, try not to eat everything okay?“ Hoseok joked, referring to the time you accidently ate all the food before he even arrived. It wasn’t your fault he was an hour late.

"Ha, Ha. So fucking funny Hobi the horse.” You spat back, reaching for the slightly melted cupcakes setting on the table behind you. Hoseok was to busy being extra to notice your sneaky actions, you did in fact make eye contact with Yoongi, who knew exactly what you were up too. He flashed you smile that sent shivers down your spine, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his hone ready to capture the act on camera. “Awe you know I love you Hoseok.” You pouted walking closer to him, the pink cupcake in hand. “I know you witch.” He smiled learning down to kiss your forehead, before his lips could reach touch your skin, you smeared the cupcake all over his cheek. The car erupted with laughs of all kinds, Hoseok looked at you in shock before a devious smile spread across his pink smeared face. Before you could run to safety he tackled you to the ground rubbed his face all over yours.

“JUNG HOSEOK GET OFF OF ME NOW!” He stood up a new man, a man full of confidence and power. He looked as though he just saved the world and defeated the most evil of villains.

You stood up with slightly running pink icing smeared over our eyebrow and down your cheek and glared at six of the laughing boys. “You guys were supposed to be on m side."  You grabbed a napkin from the table of food and wiped your face clean before handing the napkin to Hobi. Namjoon pulled out some fruit punch, vodka and a twelve pack of beer out of the fridge and yall headed back the first car.

*3 hours later*

The train floor was covered in loose feathers from the pillow fight you all had, red solo cups tossed in random corners of the car, and perhaps it would have been smart to just reuse the same cup but Taehyung insisted we not make the other cups feel neglected. Sometime between the pillow fight and the tipsy game of Would You Rather, Jin Oppa had brought out the extra blankets and pillows they had stored here for days like this. You sat in one of the cushioned seats and watched Jin and Jungkook fight over the rules of whatever made up game they were playing, you watched in silence as Taehyung fell over in a giggling fit and how Hoseok kept dancing like the fucking weirdo you came to know five years ago. You phone buzzed, causing you to jump at the sudden vibration, Yoongi’s name popped up on the screen and you glanced over at his breath taking gummy smile. No one noticed this small interaction, especially considering Namjoon and Jimin were passed out on the floor and Hoseok, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung were playing some strange ass game with rules that you couldn’t understand.


Grandpa Yoongz: Google, how do I make my friends shut the fuck up?

You: either kill them, or pray they pass out like Joonie and Mochi.

Grandpa Yoongz: I’m not drunk enough to find your pet names cute


You rolled your eyes playfully and made yourself comfortable, eventually the loudness of your friends went down and you noticed all the boys laying down soundlessly in some part of the car. With the alcohol still lingering in your system you got up and crept your way into the middle train car that held the extra blankets, pillow clothes and other 'emergency’ things. You looked through the extra clothes in hopes to find something baggy enough to wear so you could remove your very uncomfortable bra. You finally found a white, cozy sweater that you assumed was Jin’s, you quickly took off your bra and slipped the cozy material over your head. You looked around the car seeing, paintings and music sheets tapped to the walls, in the corner of the car there was the traditional booth type seats facing one another but the boys had apparently pushed an ottoman in between giving it the illusion of a bed.

You grabbed some more blankets and pillows and tossed them onto the makeshift bed only to plop down and look at the twinkling lights above. Your phone buzzed once again and you saw it was another message from Yoongi.

Grandpa Yoongz: Where did you go brat?

You: My bra was aggravating me so I came into the next car to find a shirt. I think I grabbed one of Jin’s sweaters, think I might just sleep in here tbh

You had already pressed send before you realized you had basically just told Yoongi that you weren’t wearing a bra. It was kind of ridiculous to be so embarrassed of such a little thing, when three of the boys of the house had seen you butt naked two weeks prior. The alcohol was enough to make you not think straight but not enough to make you not know what you were doing, nor was it enough to make you have a killer hangover the following morning. The lack of reply from Yoongi made you curl up in fear, until you heard the train car door open and close.

"Mind if I stick around, I can’t sleep.” You nodded your head and sat up, not expecting him to sit right next to you. He had taken off his stonewashed jacket and was now just wearing a slightly baggy white long sleeve shirt. He was truly a sight for sore eyes, you took in his every feature you could before he turned to look at you.

“So, I was thinking about that song you were playing the day I saw you throw away your work. It was really good and I knew you had just wrote it that morning. I could never do that.” You couldn’t tell if it was the liquor not letting him hold back a compliment or if it was him just being real with you.

“Yoongi, you are such a piece of shit. Your going to be big one day, playing shows and having millions of people attempting to rap along with you, girls are gunna be turned on by your tongue technology.” You nudged and winked at him referring to one of his lines in Agust D, though you were referencing his music you couldn’t help but think that it was indeed the truth. When he was in his zone rapping at least seven syllables a second, you couldn’t deny how sexy he sounded, how you could practically feel his passion in your bones.

“Are you going to be one of those girls?" He had a smug smile plastered on his face, if you hadn’t have had confidence on your side (thanks to your friend Vodka) then you probably would have blushed a lot harder then the slight pink that spread across your cheeks. You looked down at his smug ass smile only wishing to kiss those oh so inviting lips, then looked up at his round cheeks and puppy eyes. God, he is perfect.

"Why? Do you wish I was one of those girls?” You teased, studying how he licked his lips and sported only a bigger smile, feeding into the carefree game of liquor confidence. He cocked his head slightly and raised an eyebrow studying you like you were a new hand in a game of cards. He smelled of detergent and winter accompanied by the smell of vodka and fruit punch, and you couldn’t help but want to see if he tasted the way he smelt. You wanted him to do you with the same passion he had when he was playing music, you wanted to taste the beer and fruit punch oozing off his cocky words.

“I’d say yes but that would be too easy,” His hand brushed against your knee causing a current to flow through your body. “Instead I could tease you for the way you’ve been staring at my lips." Confidence dripped from every last word sending your body to turn to jello, and when his hand found its way to your thigh you knew what was going to happen wasn’t a good idea, that the confidence enhancer’s were taking over.

"What about you D Boy? I saw the way you were looking at mine, don’t act so innocent.” You grazed the side of his cheek causing him to slightly stiffen by the sudden act of affection. You ran your fingers through his minty locks and found their way down to the collar of his shirt, grabbing a fist full in your hand you pulled him closer to you, causing your lips to be centimeters apart.

“There’s nothing innocent about me right now baby.” He cooed before smashing his lips against yours, your hands wrapped around his neck while he scooped you into his lap having your straddle him. His hand never left your thigh, in fact his grip tightened causing you whimper slightly.

The kiss was nothing less then hungry, his soft lips hugging yours in the most beautiful yet needy way possible, you knew what was happening shouldn’t be happening under these circumstances, but they way his hands were running down your thighs and the way he took your bottom lip in between his teeth made your mind focus on nothing more then the taste of his sweet lips. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip asking for entrance and the minute you gave him access his tongue found yours, fighting for dominance. Despite the liquor coursing through your veins, you felt the walls around you disappear and it was just the two of you sharing an intoxicated kiss. A kiss you wanted to happen since the day you saw him walking down the house stairs that first day.. but you would never have admitted that. You pushed your body closer to him as if that was even possible, his hands finding their way to yours hips and pushing you down against him softly almost as if he was testing the waters and looking for some sign of approval. It was enough for you to feel his hardening bulge against you, pulling away from his intoxicating kiss and studying his swollen lips and lust filled eyes.

“Take your shirt off.” He quickly obeyed your demands and shed the white shirt from his sugary skin, you were hungry for the taste of his lips again but he had other plans. “Take yours off.” You pulled the sweater over your head to reveal your exposed breasts, Yoongi wasted no time in pushing you down onto the burgundy ottoman and attacking your neck with bites that were sure to leave a mark. One of your hands gripped his beautiful mint hair, tugging every time he licked over his newly made hickey, every tug earning a low groan to escape his still slightly swollen lips.

You were too engulfed with the feeling of his lips (that were now on your collarbone) to notice his large hand reaching up to cup one of your breasts, the coolness from his hand on your bare skin sent a small shiver down your body and the moment he took your sensitive bud in between his thumb and index finger a soft moan left your lips.

Within a few lustful moments you were both in your underwear and you were in need of some sort of friction, you rolled yourself over allowing the sugary skinned boy to be laying underneath you, you pressed your barley covered core against his fully erect cock and watched as his eyes shut. A smile spread across your face as you rolled your hips into him, it only took a few hard rolls before Yoongi felt the need to take the lead and flip yall so he was hovering over your almost naked body. He trailed his hand down your stomach and stopped right above your skimpy underwear, he was teasing you and you were to needy for him to care.

“Oppa, please touch me.” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than for his gloriously long fingers to work their magic. The Mint sugar boy smirked at you before he crashed his lips hungrily against yours, you were to busy taking his lip in between your teeth to realize Yoongi had slipped your panties down. Without warning two fingers were slammed into you while he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

“You’re so wet for me.” He whispered in your ear causing soft moans of his name to fall from your lips, his words alone only made your heart beat faster and your breath to shorten. “You sound so pretty when you moan my name baby.” He pumped his fingers faster leaving you a breathless mess underneath him, the funny feeling in the pit of your stomach was beginning to bubble up and you whimpered for him to fuck you.

“Fuck me Oppa. Please. I need you.” Yoongi let out an almost animalistic growl hearing those dirty words fall from your tasteful and swollen lips, He freed himself from his boxers and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh, he mumbled something about a condom but you quickly assured him you were on the pill, you reached down and took his cock in your small hands and began to pump him, drenching his length in his glistening pre cum.

“Y/n, I’m not going to last long if you continue.” He moaned, softly moving your hand away, he lined himself up with your entrance and kissed you for good measure before slowly pushing into your trembling cunt. He slammed into causing you to moan in painful pleasure, he let you adjust to his length before you begged him to move. You arched your back slightly giving him the opportunity to snake his arm around your lower back, your hands scratched down your back only causing a ’fuck’ to fall from his sweet lips. He was pounding you into the ottoman with every hard thrust, strangled moans fell from his lips as he slammed in and out of you, the sound of his muffled moans and heavy breathing caused your fingertips to dig into his nicely structured back. The room was full of twinkling lights and drunken intimacy, filling its walls with moans and hisses; the two of you were far from quiet but didnt dare be loud.

“Mmm, you’re s-so fuc-fucking tight.” His words dripped of sex and lust, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring up at his slightly flushed cheeks and matted down minty hair, he looked like a God, beautiful and flawless. Soft grunts left his mouth and judging by the way his thrusts got a bit sloppier you knew he wasnt going to last too long. Without hesitation you carefully flipped yall over once again and leaned down to attach your lips to his neck, you mumbled sweet and sexy nothings into his ear before continuing the newly made bruise on his oh so inviting neck. You tested the waters of the new position and smiled as his eyes rolled back and his hands tightened around your bare hips, you placed your hands on his chest as you began to ride his dick slowly turning the once so cocky boy into a moaning mess beneath you. The new position hit just the right spot sending your head back and loud moans to escape the lips Yoongi couldn’t get enough of, he took this opportunity to make you bounce on his dick faster, the sudden change of speed made the tight feeling in your stomach to come back as you moaned your warning.

“I’m close Yoongi. I’m so close.” His breathing became quicker and his control on your pace became sloppy as he approached his own high, a loud and throaty moan of your name to leave his lips. “Cum for me Y/n. Cum all over my cock baby.” His words of encouragement sent your body of the edge as you let go, a string of profanities mixed with his name left your mouth. Your walls clenched around his twitching cock leaving the minty boy underneath you to send out the same list of profanities you had just uttered, you bounced on his dick faster and faster until his hands could barley keep hold of your hips, the moans of his names and the pleading for him to cum only made his voice shakier. As much as he would have loved to take charge he was too drunk to care but not drunk enough to let how pretty your moans were, and how beautiful you looked riding his dick go unnoticed. He filled your pussy with his white, hot pleasure leaving you shaky and dazed on top of him, you could barley hold yourself up anymore so you slid off Yoongi’s dick and down beside him.

The car filled with heavy breathing, and soft profanities. Too lazy to clean yourselves off, too tired to talk about had just happened and too happy to realize the boys could walk in on both your naked bodies underneath one of the thin covers. You turned your head enough to see Yoongi staring at the twinkling lights above, flushed pink cheeks against his pale skin looking so beautiful with his mint hair as well. He was in the softest state from the most sinful games, you wanted nothing more then to bury your face in his chest and sleep in his arms but you knew. You knew this meant nothing to him, that it was a fun and drunken mistake, and that’s not his fault. Sleep caught up with your tired bones as you fell victim to a sleepless night.

He laid there silently not fully aware of what he should do next, if only you knew how badly he wanted to look over at you and study your flushed cheeks and bare body, part of him wished he was drunk enough to forget the lustful night that ended with him doing exactly what he wished he would be able to do. 'It was just the liquor’ he repeated to himself. 'It was just liquor that gave you and Y/n the lack of reasoning to stop what had started.’ You hadn’t noticed him taking in every curve and swell of your naked body while you moaned his name; he knew what yall were doing was wrong but he couldn’t find it in himself to stop and think, he couldn’t. The alcohol coursing through his body like tainted blood made his body shake with adrenaline, he knew tomorrow was just another day. Tomorrow was a day that you would realize what had happened was fun but an accident, a tipsy accident. Against his better judgment he looked over at your now sleeping form, the white sheet covering your most intimidate areas and leaving your nicely marked collarbones and neck, your hair was matted against your face and without fully realizing what he was doing, Yoongi reach over and pushed her hair out of your face. He knew he should probably get up and get dressed and leave the train car but sleep crept up on him, having different plans for him.

“WOAH! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Jungkook screamed covering his eyes as if he could erase his imagination. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw the boys standing in front of you, you looked down at your naked body covered in a thin sheet and seeing Yoongi adjusting his eyes to the new found light of day. You looked at Hoseok who was smirking like an idiot with one eyebrow raised and his hands crossed over his chest.

“Well Y/n, looks like Yoongi sure did a good job marking you.” Namjoon winked making your face grow hot. Yoongi sat up with his hair a complete mess and the few hickies you left him now visible for the world to see, well for the guys to see at least.

"Looks like Y/n got Yoongi pretty good too.” Taehyung hummed, wiggling his eyebrows like we were back in High School or something. Hoseok handed you the sweater that had been tossed on the floor last night, so you could slip it over your overly exposed body. Before you could open your mouth to ask them to leave so you could get dressed, Yoongi spoke up.

“Oh my god guys, we were drunk and things happened. For fucks sake this isn’t high school.” You chuckled slightly to play off the twisting of your stomach and the aching in your chest. “Yeah guys, chill.” You looked over to Hoseok who sent you a novel length apology with his eyes while his laugh camouflaged with the others. When finally the boys left it was just you and Yoongi once again.

“I think I have some makeup your color, so you can cover up those hickies.” You laughed nervously, trying anything to wipe away any possible awkwardness that could have been. “Na, its okay. I just hope its not going to be weird now.” He said scanning your face for an answer, you smiled sweetly at him in return and assured him things would be fine.

You sat in silence while you watched the three boys laugh and talk about random topics you had eventually stopped listening to. You blamed your lack of participation on being tried, and you watched in silence. Every gummy smile he gave made your heart beat faster then before, admiring the marks you gave him, loving how the dark purple marks looked on his pale skin, how soft he looked even after the events of last night. You could only imagine what his light back looked like with the faint pink scratches, everything about him made your heart ache. His pouty lips practically screaming to be kissed, his hands looking so lonely without the touch of your body underneath them.

The days went by, each day slower then the last; you skipped out on adventures to stay home and write. Writing kept your mind from thinking about your night with Yoongi, Hoseok cuddled you all night and grabbed you warm milk when you woke up from a bad dream,

It wasn’t like you didn’t talk to Yoongi, because you did. Yall stayed up late together and sometimes you would both sit in complete silence and work on yalls own music. You kept your word and didn’t let him see how every time he smiled at you it sent your heart to shatter more, how every time he yalls spoke you saw as his hickies faded away with the days of the week. You knew the minute the hickies fade so does the last trace of that nights events, the only memory being the one you etched into every song, every breath and tattooed onto your brain.

A month has gone by since he woke up naked to you next to him, a month since you agreed that the night previous was a drunken impulse. His heart stops every time he see’s you smiling, and every time you make up an excuse to not come out with the boys, or an excuse to not listen to his new music, his heart breaks slightly. He went everyday knowing just how uninterested you were, you spent your nights with Hoseok, or spent it writing. He knew what he had to do… it was time to move on..


It was two months after that night when you received a message from Hoseok, you were on your way home from work when your phone buzzed five or six times.

Hobi: Y/n

Hobi: I don’t know how to tell you this.

Hobi: When you come home you’re going to see something you really don’t want to see..

Hobi: Yoongi brought over a girl and told us they’d been talking for a few weeks.

Hobi: I’m so sorry….

Hobi: I have ice cream and chick flicks ready in the room..

never enough (miniminter)

request: (@mishaddy) Can i get a cutsey simon one shot? Where he and her go clubbimg and some guy tries to flirt with her so simon puts a stop to it but feels insecure

you weren’t renowned for being the youtube party girl. instead you liked to uphold a clean cut image, keeping in mind that you had a young audience. so, it was fair to say you were the exact last person people were expecting to show up at the after party of the annual production of youtube rewind.

You daringly entered a room filled with many alcoholic beverages and horny young adults, determined to make it through the night and stick to your new years resolution of being more outgoing.

youtubers, both those involved and those who weren’t involved in filming loitered the cramped hallways of the house whose owner you were still unsure of. if it had been up to you, you’d have spent new years in the comfort of your own four walls but stupidly, you made a promise to chai when wrapping up filming that you would go to the after party on the release date of the rewind. which, coincidentally was new year’s eve.

looking around the room it became apparent that it didn’t even matter if you were apart of the production, or not. meaning chai had sneakily conned you into attending an actual new years party. whilst mentally reminding yourself to find a new best friend in 2017, you began shifting through people to search for someone you knew well enough to strike up a conversation with.

“aye, y/n” a voice called from behind you followed by a chorus of similar responses. you turn to see what is known as ‘the buttercream squad’ grouped together, one of the culprits had his red solo cupped raised inviting you over. disappointed that you hadn’t come across chai yet you made your way to the group of boys who’d taken a sudden interest in you.

“hi jack, boys” you said respectively, greeting the blonde who initially summoned for you.

“didn’t think you’d be here tonight gorgeous” jack admitted with a certain lust to his tone.

“yeah, thought you’d be the last person to show up at a stupid youtube party” joe adds in, unnecessarily.

looking down, you played with your rings to avoid giving a pathetic answer about why you hate this type of scene.

“oh, come on love. joe’s just winding you, don’t feel embarrassed” jack nudged after he’d moved uncomfortably close to you.

the boys continue to rave on a bit, slowly letting you perish from the spotlight. at some point or another jack had moved his arm to let it rest upon your shoulder, burning into you. the thought of the contact made between your skin and his made your mind get lost in its own world. it wasn’t until he let it drop from your shoulder, to the small of your back did you suddenly become aware of your surroundings again and the discomfort you’d endure for the past 5 minutes. and he wasn’t finished there, you could tell he was slowly inching towards your ass.

in which point you frantically jumped away from him, causing all the other boys heads to snap your way.

“jesus y/n, you alright?”

“yeah, just fine” you lash. “i’m going to go get myself a drink.”

“yeah, i’ll join you. i need a refill anyways” jack says trailing behind you, trying to keep up with the fast pace you had in attempt to get away from him.

after rushing to catch up with you he slows his pace, stopping in front as he whispered in your ear “i’m glad you felt the need to get us away too. maybe we should ditch this party it’s lame anyways…” he glances around the room for a second before uttering “i could think of a few things that would put you to good use.”

feeling nothing but disgust you push past jack still in hopes of crossing paths with chai, or really anyone that could save you from this creep.

“hey, slow down y/n. i’ve always fancied you, and i’m sure you find me attractive enough, it doesn’t even have to mean anything-.” jack getting cut off grabs your attention enough to stop storming away from him and see what caused the disturbance.

now stood between jack and yourself was a large frame, and lanky limbs. simon.

he guarded you with a protective and, in some ways an endearing stance as his hand that reached behind his back interlocked with yours.

the two of you had a thing on and off. although it never really went any further, and it had been at least a month since you’d last seen him. it wasn’t really a thing either, you just used to hang out just the two of you and he’d act like the perfect gentleman but in fairness you’d never even kissed the guy. so maybe it wasn’t a thing, maybe you weren’t anything more than friends, which would explain the growing distance between you both. but right here, right now, you couldn’t think of anything other than how protective he was of you and how nicely your delicate hands slipped perfectly into his strong ones.

“i think she wants you to leave her alone mate” simon warns.

“fuck off, i just wanted to have some fun. i wasn’t going to hurt her. besides i can get any girl here i’m not going to put myself out for y/n she’s not worth it.” jack walks backwards slowly, with his arms raised in the air to emphasise his innocence before disappearing back into the party.

simon turns to face you “you okay?”

wiping the tears from your eyes from jacks last comment before they fall you nod in response. “i’m okay si, you stood in before he did anything.”

simon stops momentarily processing what jack could have done to you and instantly feeling disgusted. “hey don’t cry, you’re okay. i promise i’d never let anyone hurt you” he says detaching your fingers so he could bring you closer and engulfing you into a warm hug. “c'mon let’s go sit somewhere quiet.”

you end up following simon outside, the cold of the night nipping at your bare skin. “here, let me” he says removing his flannel and placing it over you shoulders, leaving him in his plain black t-shirt that fitted him just nicely.

“you’re such a cliche” you laughed while gladly accepting his offer. he sits down besides you, letting your head rest upon his shoulder. you both sat in silence for a few minutes while you gazed at the midnight sky.

“y/n?” simon broke the silence, you hummed in response continuing to take in the view of the night stars. “i’m sorry i’m not enough for you”

you quickly sat up properly in order to look at the man beside you in utter confusion. “simon? what do you mean?”

“sarah told me you had a slight crush on me, or at least you used to..” you sighed in response, adding her to the list of people to murder later. “..but you need people like jack, who are confident and have all the time in the world to dedicate their love and affection to someone as gorgeous as you. all’s i’m saying is that i’m sorry i can’t be that person” he apologised.

i went to interject but he continued on claiming, “y/n you are one the prettiest and most intelligent girls i’ve ever come across. and the temptation to kiss you right here, under the moonlight is painfully strong. but, i know you deserve someone better than me, and sure as hell better than jack. i’m sorry for taking you on those dates that weren’t really dates because neither of us were brave enough to call them that, and for wasting your time-”

you’d heard all you needed. simon liked you, just as much as you liked him. you were no longer afraid of his rejection, and you needed to stop him from continuing on with his stupid speech. and the 10 second countdown to midnight was your perfect opportunity to do so. you cut him off in the only way you could think, by pressing your lips to his. letting you both get lost in one another momentarily. his fingers tangled themselves in your hair while your arms made their way to the nape of his neck. you openly welcomed the sudden warmth despite the chill of outside. the feeling of excitement rushed through you as you felt so comfortable with simon, unlike jack.

as you both pulled away slightly, you grinned at one another, panting slightly with your foreheads resting adjacent to the other.

boldly, you feel the need to address his previous assumptions “simon, you’ve always been enough. from the very second you entered chai and sarah’s apartment and our eyes met for the first time.”

he pulled you back under his arm, a permanent grin etched on his face, “what do they say about kissing someone you fancy at midnight of new year’s eve? is it that they’re obligated to go on a proper date with you in the new year?” he smirked knowing full well that you’d have gone on a date with him even if you hadn’t just kissed him.


A/N: so this was supposed to go up on Friday in honour of our super soldier’s 100th birthday but I was away for a wedding and had no time to put this up. Hope you enjoy this fluffy piece I put together xx

Summary: It’s Bucky’s 100th, there’s a poker game going on, and you’re stuck in Spain with a marmot. 

Word count: 2,242

Warnings: a couple swear words

You were late. You  were so late. You planned to be back at the compound almost five hours ago now, but a storm had ripped your plans to shreds and you had been forced to wait in the quinjet in the midst of the Pyrenees mountains along the border of Spain and France. You were alone except for the marmot that seemed to be following you around but niether you nor the marmot were enough of an expert pilot to navigate the jet through a storm this sizable. With a dying phone, you had managed to contact Clint and let him  know that you were safe but also forced to wait out the heavy wind and rain. 

You were lucky that your mission hadn’t resulted in you getting too scuffed up; after some file retrieval, you simply had some difficulty getting back to the quinjet thanks to the start of the storm so the only damage was that you were starting to sweat despite the cold temperature of the mountain. 

You were beyond pissed at yourself and this weather - tonight was poker night. You usually played on Thursdays but since Bucky loved it and today was his birthday, there was a huge poker session going on at the compound. 


It was also your boyfriend’s birthday. 

Tony sighed sharply as he tossed the watch that evolved into the protective glove onto the growing pile of poker chips in the centre of the coffee table. He was met with confused eyes.

‘I’m out of chips,’ he argued and Clint and Steve snickered at the emptiness in front of him.

‘That means you’re out of the game,’ Natasha corrected. ‘You can’t even call, Stark.’

‘Let him play,’ Bucky smirked, meeting Tony’s eye. ‘That watch’ll come in handy. Maybe I’ll have Steve hit it around a little with his shield.’

Tony glared at him. ‘You’re pretty confident, Robocop.’

‘Says the man with no chips left,’ Bucky countered, and Tony’s eyes drifted to the columns of colourful poker chips that surrounded the soldier like a small fortress. 

‘Why does everyone think it’s a good idea to give shit to the man who shelters you?’

Sam reached behind him to the bookshelf; he brought and held out a glass jar to Tony who sighed and dug around in his pockets, only to pull out an expensive fountain pen which he then put into the jar.

‘You guys think I just carry around cash?’

‘We use the swear jar to pay for our annual dinner at Masa. We can’t pay with a pen,’ Steve argued. 

‘Someone remind me why Steve’s even part of that?’ Clint piped up. ‘’s far as I’m aware, it’s only Sam, Nat, Tony, Barnes and I who even contribute enough to earn that dinner.’

‘Cap’s put in more than you think,’ Nat reasoned, a taunting smile playing across her lips as she tossed twenty dollars worth of chips on the coffee table to stay in the game. ‘First time, he put ten bucks instead of one, he felt so bad.’

How do you know that?’ Steve cried, as Clint fell back cackling. 

Bucky watched with bright eyes the people around him, taking the scene in as a break from the game. The remnants of his birthday cake (which were the parts that had been covered in candle wax thanks to Natasha’s brilliant idea of stuffing exactly one hundred candles on the surface) lay forgotten in the kitchen. Packaging from the take out from Bucky’s favourite diner lay scattered around them as they played. The lights were dim, the background music was nostalgic, the food was good (there was still another bag of burgers left to get through) and Bucky was holding a full house (three queens, two jacks) in his hand. Plus, this June would mark his first ever Swear Jar Dinner at New York’s most expensive restaurant, a tradition that had only started two years ago.

When Bucky had first come back into the world, his birthday was the last thing on his mind. He had confronted his mortality in many ways other than celebrating a year past. And then, to his surprise, this was the night he was met with. For some reason, he hadn’t thought birthdays were on the Avengers’ agendas but he realised that he appreciated the sentiment. After a moment of bashfulness when the cake was presented to him with Sam recording his reaction, Bucky found himself melting into the custom.

There was no existential crisis; there was no breakdown. Bucky knew he was older than time should have allowed, in a world much different to the one he used to be rooted in, but he had confronted these worries and discomforts on so many other occasions.

It should have been perfect. Poker, food, the prospect of winning Tony’s mechanical glove. Except you were missing. The last contact he had had with you was before you had left on your mission; the last word he heard was from Clint who said you were waiting out a storm. Bucky knew you would be alright - at least, he hoped and convinced himself - but in simple terms, he wished you were with him.

‘I checked the forecast,’ Steve muttered, as if reading Bucky’s mind. ‘The storm’s clearing, I’m sure she’s left by now.’ 

After another twenty minutes of game play (Tony having thrown in another watch and his glasses), the round had come to an end when Clint lay down his hand, showing four aces and a king.

Sam groaned loudly, almost like a battle cry, and threw his arm through the bettings, making them scatter all over the table. 

‘This fucking close,’ he grumbled, throwing his cards down to show a full house with tens and jacks. 

Bucky grinned sheepishly, completely unwavered by Clint’s win, or Sam’s frustration. ‘Not quite, Pigeon Toes,’ he smirked, laying his own cards down for him to see. The icing on the cake had been Tony’s junk of a hand - a melting pot of threes, twos, and fives. 

‘There you go, birthday boy,’ Clint succumbed, sloppily tossing Tony’s mechanical watch to Bucky, who smoothly caught it and grinned, as Sam stuffed a dollar bill into the jar. ‘I’ll let you keep that. Give ‘im hell.’

Bucky held the watch up as if toasting him. 

By the time you reached the compound, it was nearing two o’clock in the morning and you had managed to leave the marmot behind in the mountains. A heavy weight rested in your stomach; this was Bucky’s first birthday he would actually celebrate since before the Second World War and you missed it. You knew Bucky was in good hands while you were away and you knew that Bucky wouldn’t actually be upset with you because it wasn’t like him to get upset over something like this. But that only made you want to be there more because Bucky deserved the small pockets of happiness amongst the big ones. 

You landed the quinjet in the hangar; your tactical suit was unzipped halfway so that its torso hung around your hips revealing the full-sleeved black t-shirt you wore underneath. Your boots were caked in melting snow-covered mud; consciously, you ran your fingers through your hair to tame it after having it attacked by the rough winds and went to see if Bucky was still awake.

Poker tournaments tended to last a while so you figured he was. 

When you exited the lift, however, you were met with minimal sound. You walked through the corridor and saw Steve leave the kitchen; he turned when he heard your footsteps.

‘Nice to see you in once piece,’ he grinned amusingly, but you could see relief in his eyes. The guy had so worried about you while you were gone. 

‘You guys finished?’ you asked quietly. 

‘Yeah, not long ago.’ Steve didn’t look pissed; his eyebrows weren’t creasing in the disappointed father style they tended to do. Good signs. 

You groaned. ‘I can’t believe I missed it,’ you grumbled self-deprecatingly. ‘How was it?’

‘Tony went bankrupt and then started using his actual possessions to stay in the game; he was bluffing the whole time and lost anyway. Sam threw a tantrum.’

‘Sounds like the best time,’ you smirked. ‘Did Bucky have fun?’

‘He did,’ Steve replied. ‘It was nice to see actually. He’s still awake I think, he’ll be happy you’re back.’

You smiled at him, making your way to Bucky’s room; you caught a glimpse of the living room - leftover poker chips and a deck of cards messily packed up and the scent of burgers from the diner you had been to a few times with Bucky lingered in the air. You could tell you missed a good night. 

Bucky’s door was ajar, you pushed it open further and knocked on the door frame, standing in the entrance to his room. 

‘Hey, Soldier.’ 

Bucky, who had been sitting on the edge of his bed reading a book, looked up, seeming thrown for a moment before he regarded you with the same warmth he always had done. Light blue eyes blanketed in familiar comfort. 

He smiled and stood up, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him despite the dirt on your clothes. You instinctively reciprocated, your arms going around his waist and head buried in his chest, the material of his t-shirt soft (much softer than the tree trunk you had fallen into earlier in the mountains, but that was another story). 

It was quiet for a moment, Bucky’s face buried in your hair before he spoke.

‘Hey,’ he murmured, the simplicity making you snicker.  

‘Happy -’ You glanced at the clock on his wall ‘- belated birthday, Bucky.’

He kissed your forehead and lead you to sit down on his bed with him. 

‘Are you okay?’ he asked, hands running over you arms like he was checking for wounds. 

You smirked at his worry. ‘I’m fine, Bucky, I promise.’

‘I missed you,’ he said just as quietly but you detected no disappointment in his voice. 

You nuzzled his neck and pulled his arm around your shoulders, completely unable to tear yourself away form him. He was so warm and soft. 

‘I would say the same but,’ you sighed, ‘the marmot I ran into was much more interesting so …’ 

Bucky nudged your ribs making you squeal lightly and jolt in his arms at the contact. 

‘Bucky, ‘m so sorry I wasn’t here,’ you groaned quietly. 

‘’s okay, I’m not mad,’ he murmured back. ‘I knew you wanted to be here; I get the job, doll, I do the same one,’ he joked. 

You leaned down to untie your boots. 

‘Steve said you all had a good time. You owe me a game, Solider.’

‘Clint kicked our asses and we didn’t even see it coming. Sam took it hard.’

‘He can be such a brat when he loses,’ you giggled, already coming up with ways to tease him for when you saw him next. ‘He’s great though.’

‘Is Sam as great as the marmot?’

‘Nothing will ever be as great as the marmot.’

You rested a hand on the back of Bucky’s neck, toying softly with his hair. He hummed appreciatively, leaning into your touch.

‘Tony put a pen in the Swear Jar.’

‘Doesn’t he just carry out cash at all times?’

‘Apparently not. We’ll treat it like a placeholder, I guess.’

‘Was it one of his fountain pens? Those things can be like two hundred dollars a piece.’ 

Bucky traced patterns along your shoulder, playing with your hair and brushing it aside, making goosebumps rise all over your skin. 

‘I can’t believe you’re a hundred years old,’ you admitted. ‘We joked about it but now it’s actually true.’

can’t believe I’m a hundred years old,’ Bucky murmured. ‘It’s kind of the same feeling I got when I turned twenty-five - that I was finally getting old. Now I am old.’

‘Did you have an existential crisis over the passing of time and age?’ you asked, your tone slightly teasing. 

‘I actually didn’t,’ Bucky admitted. ‘I just … I’m one hundred years old.’ 

You snickered at the tone of wonder in his voice. 

Bucky was quiet for a while, fingers still tracing patterns on your skin; leaning into his chest, you could feel him relaxing into your touch.

‘You know, when I was in college, I said that the maximum age gap I would accept between me and the guy I would end up with would be, like, four years or something.’

‘I think I’ve exceeded that, doll.’

‘Only a little,’ you reasoned humorously.

‘A couple years,’ Bucky bargained, pretending to be completely serious. ‘’m glad you could make an exception for me,’ he snickered.

‘A couple years,’ you agreed fondly. ‘For what it’s worth, you don’t look a day over eighty-four.’

Doll,’ Bucky sighed with feigned sentiment, ‘that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.’

You chuckled at him. ‘You’re such a loser,’ you muttered. ‘But before I forget, I need to give you your birthday present.’

‘[Y/N], you di-’

‘I swear, James, I will ban you from our Masa dinners.’

‘Okay, okay,’ Bucky chuckled, still not letting go of your hand. ‘Just, later, yeah?’

You smiled questioningly at him but allowed him to pull you back onto the bed anyway. 

‘What are you doing, Buchanan?’ 

‘I love you,’ he murmured as though that offered an explanation, pulling you to his chest where you nuzzled comfortably. ‘Just wanna lie here.’

‘Bucky, I smell like a forest,’ you groaned tiredly. 

‘Shh, ‘s fine.’

You felt him draw the blanket at the foot of his bed over you, the two of you getting lost in the hazy warmth of his room and each other’s comfortable body heat. Bucky’s fingers were trailing through your hair.  

‘What even is a marmot?’ he asked after some time.

You blinked. ‘’m not even sure. It kind of looked like a beaver. Maybe they’re snow beavers.’ 

‘You must be a scientist or somethin’, doll,’ Bucky murmured sardonically, snickering when you flicked the back of his head sharply. 

‘For all you know, I could be. Part of day I’m an Avenger. Other part of day, I’m a  zoologist.’

He smirked lazily.

‘Bucky?’ Your tired tone paralleled his.


‘I don’t want to keep you up if you’re tired.’

‘What is it, baby?’

‘I get the sentiment,’ you mumbled, ‘but ‘m really hungry.’


‘Oh my God, yes. Can we play poker, too?’

A New God

“She is a new god of sorts. The woman who dared to love the Dread Wolf, who sought to change his ways. She loved the People and she held that love closest to her heart.

“And in the end she slew her Heart. She clutched his broken, bloody body and she wept for his mistakes and the future they could have had. She faced down the pretenders, declared them false and cast them down. The world burned only for a little while as the chaos enveloped all. But when the fires cooled, she stood in the ashes, her face blackened with soot, hair soaked with blood, and her eyes full of sorrow.

“In her fist, she clenched a blackened wolf’s jaw and she proclaimed it was over. The world was saved. The humans took a knee, in awe of her. The People raised their hands and closed their eyes, whispering their thanks not to those who had called themselves Creators but to her.

“The humans can keep their Andraste, we have her. She was always ours, and she did not stop there. She faced the humans next, the kingdoms that had enslaved us. Stolen from us. Disparaged us. She wrenched the land itself from their hands. Forests, and mountains, grass, dirt, and snow. Her words echoed with the force of dragons and she blew them back.

“Spirits drifted from the Fade to her, birthed by her ferocity. They clung to her form and gave her weight that shook all before her. The world bent to her, granting itself to us once more.

“We took to the roads, guarded by her gaze. The humans were bade to open their food stores to us, to grant us safe passage to our home in the Dales.

“We tore down the gold-plated idols of the humans, melted it down, and in its place, we created this. A tribute of eternal thanks. We worship no gods, but we give thanks to her. Humans would have you believe that she simply stopped the man from using the Fade to blow the world up or some other nonsense, but what she did she did out of love for her People and for him. The Dread Wolf was real. The false gods, also real.”

“Did she really sound like a dragon?” The small child by his side asks. He chuckles.

“Perhaps not. But she was as fierce as one, as terrifying, and worthy of respect. She made the humans listen, she gave us back the Dales, protected us. Tore their Chantry to pieces for the sham it was. And in the end, we got our magic back,” he wiggles his fingers and a little light wisp dances around his fingers. The child laughs and reaches up, guiding the light to her own fingers.

“I wish the Dread Wolf didn’t have to die. She must have been so sad, to cut her heart out like that,” the child says and he nods.

“She carried that sorrow with her for all her days. But I believe it helped to see the People thrive in its place.” He gestures up to the floating buildings in the sky, suspended by the Fade.

Ash’abelas’a enaste, ma nuvenin,” he says to her figure. The child bows her head then runs off with her class to dance in the fountains.

He reaches up and rests a hand on her golden knee and bows his head.

Abelas, mamae.” He looks up to her eyes that have long been absent from his life for while the modern elves have regained their magic, immortality has evaded them. Except him. He alone lives, to tell this story, to know her and to remind the People of humility and of what was. As ages pass, he keeps himself humble, wary of pride and sorrow each.

He aspires to wisdom, but settles for humility in its place.


by: @rosie-berber and @herpinkminkness

rating: explicit (for sexy times). also, be warned, lots of fluff.

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“Hola!” the friendly voice called from an adjoining room, hidden from view. “I’ll be right with you!”

“Thank you,” Castiel answered, walking up to the simple wooden counter, centerstage in the otherwise barren room. The hotel lobby lacks extravagance, sure, but the walls were painted a cheerful yellow, the color of the little faces in texts he sometimes received from Sam. A few pamphlets in Spanish sat in cubbies along on the wall, each promising a unique and beautiful experience of Costa Rica. But there was no pamphlet for the experience he’d planned.

“Thank you for waiting.” The voice belonged to a woman of effortless beauty, who had come sweeping out of the side room. She was dressed simply, her brown fuzzy hair pulled neatly into a poof of a braid, her dark eyes highlighted only by her long lashes. She let out a long breath as she flashed him a kind grin, before continuing. “How can I help you?”

“We need a room. Errr, a cabin.” Castiel struggled with remembering the right term - his Spanish was rusty. “For three nights. Do you have anything?”

“We?” The prod was good-natured, accompanied by a quirked eyebrow at his lack of company as she retrieved a dusty log book from under the counter. Yes, it seems they were quite off the beaten path. Perfect. Just what Dean needs.

“My, uh, companion is outside,” Castiel clarified and she nodded, taking a few minutes to detail the cabins she had available. He selected the furthermost one, lining the outside of the small area that comprised all the cabins, and facing the active volcano. It had been nearly dusk as they’d arrived at the offbeat site, and they could see trace amounts of smoke from it pressed against the orange sky. He’d left Dean outside to watch it. Just before passing the threshold to the lobby, Castiel turned to observe him, silently standing and watching it plume. Such a rare gift, to watch Dean taking a moment to just … be.

He found Dean in the same position in the barren area designated as a parking lot, eyes fixed towards the sky. Cas quietly moved towards him, juggling keys and a handful of pamphlets. The kind woman had insisted he take some, explaining that zip-lining and the sky bridges were some of the most beautiful in the world. They’d get to it - they had time. Now it was much more critical that they practice the near-unheard-of art of doing nothing.

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Summery: A man lost in his own world writes in his notebook everyday until you finally find out about what and its beautiful.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,960


A/N: I found this adorable little idea in a notebook from when I first started brainstorming Bucky fic ideas so I’m using it now. PS if you guys ever have requests send em my way and I’ll try to get to them.

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

*gif creds to owner*

He just wrote so beautifully. You saw his pen scribble across the pages everyday but never had you read anything he’s written. Simply served him the coffee and scone he always ordered. His work was refreshing and personal.

You weren’t sure if he left his notebook behind on purpose or if it was completely an accident. Whatever the case it was in your safe hands.

Of course you weren’t going to read it at first but that man had been a mystery since he first stepped into the little café almost a month ago. His broad shoulders long chestnut hair were intriguing but what you always noticed was the same black gloves he always wore and the pain he wore on his face.

And that notebook. The one he always carried around, the one he always wrote in. His thoughts, emotions, memories. Anything and everything.

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People often say that I have a child’s eye. For example, I stare at ants gathering around sugar, or when I seek shelter from the rain, I gaze upon snails. These are things which you often do when you are a child aren’t they? I have a very similar sensibility to that.

I prefer listening to the small voices in our world, those which whisper. I have a feeling I am always being saved by these whispers, my eyes naturally focus on small things. Even when I walk around Shibuya, I find myself running towards a little batch of flowers. I find comfort in them. I think this is a very normal sensitivity, on the contrary to what people may think, I think it’s sound. But of course the world we live in is not only made up of grass growing by the road, it is composed by lots and lots of other elements and so I do also take pictures of many other things. Just taking flowers is not interesting. I experience the world with a feeling of equilibrium and I think it shows in my works.

—  Rinko Kawauchi
Prompt #70 | Ivar Lothbrok

Originally posted by writingstudent

**One again requested by @isaaclaheysmate =]  It was way too difficult to type a 2000 word one-shot on my cell phone, buuuuuut how about a 300 word prompt, instead? ;)

**Disclaimer: Slight sensitive themes and dirty talk, rated teen.


Kattegat was an interesting place and the villagers that lived there are what made it so. People kept to themselves, mostly, tending to their work without so much as a glance at their neighbor. There were times, however, when a grand celebration would call every man, woman and child from their homes to the great hall. Tonight just happened to be Jul, and the grandest of all celebrations was at its peak.

You loved the Jul celebration more than any other holiday. Nothing made you feel more at peace than when Ingvi Freyr rode across the sky, bringing with them a new year and a new beginning. People all around were dancing and singing, rejoicing with the promise of bright new hope entering the world. Well, everyone except you husband, that is.

“Ivar,” you whined, a bit tipsy from the large quantity of ale you had consumed. He raised an eyebrow at you but, even in this state, you didn’t miss the small smile on his lips. He patted the straps across his thighs, beckoning you to come sit down on him in the throne. You complied, sliding your legs around his so that you could face him. His strong arms secured themselves around your middle and he looked at you like a scolding father.

“What is the matter,” he feigned concern, “why are you pouting at me?” You wriggled on his legs, the alcohol making your body restless and warm. Even though he was teasing you, you couldn’t help but admire how delicious he looked, clean and well dressed to respect the visiting Gods. You suddenly had the desire for him to stop talking and leaned down to lick at his lips like a kitten.

“Why don’t you play with me,” you whispered in his ear. You could feel his body stiffen at your words, surely causing his cock to stir awake. He sucked and nipped across your collarbone, easing you into a state of bliss with his caress. All the muscles in your body felt like they had melted as Ivar lavished attention on your sensitive skin. All of the sudden you found yourself without Ivar’s touch, and you groaned from the loss of contact.

“You naughty thing, ignoring the Gods during their celebration.” You opened your mouth to protest but Ivar cut you off, his fingers suddenly pressing into the flesh of your bottom, squeezing. “They desire all of your attention but here you are, giving it to your husband instead.” Ivar’s words were anything but sincere, his ego, among other things, swelling at your neediness for him.

“I’m sorry, what will you do to teach me a lesson, my King?” His chest rumbled with a low growl as he brought a hand to wrap around the back of your neck. His gaze was intense, burning with his arousal.

“Oh, little one, you’re gonna get it when we get home.