its cute how some of them fall and how others stick the landing

That's Distracting!

Summary: Maybe it was the fact that he refused to leave that one fact off the profile that his friends set up for him. Maybe it was that he didn’t want to lie about her. Still, his plan is to come in, cancel the date, and leave.
Plans apparently change. 

A/N: Inspired by this gifset (and some of the tag replies with fic ideas - though I did go in a different direction). Happy birthday, @emoussie​ (sorry I’m late!) ❤️

pre-Derek/Stiles || G || ~1400w || AO3

It feels like it’s been forever since he’s done this, and like he should’ve known it was going to go badly. He isn’t even sure why he let Erica and Isaac talk him out of deleting the profile they set up for him. What he understands even less is why he looked at it, or why he clicked on that one profile that caught his eye.

Derek huffs in frustration as he weaves through the crowds in the mall and heads towards the food court. It seemed like a good idea the night before, a public place, open and safe, somewhere that provided an easy way out. Now, he’s wondering if it won’t be a little too easy. Not for him, but…

He spots the messy brown hair as soon as he leaves the elevator, and he also sees the brown eyes below the hair widen in surprise. They’re what attracted him to the profile in the first place, and his breath catches now that he sees them in person, even brighter and more attractive than in the photo.

“Derek?”

It’s odd to have a voice to match the face, and he only manages to nod in confirmation.

“Wow, you're…”

“I’m sorry,” Derek interrupts. “I should’ve just messaged you, but I don’t know if you’d check the app this close to the meeting…”

He huffs when he feels the kick against his hip. The carrier is digging into his shoulders in a way that’s both familiar and unsettling.

“Who’s this?” Stiles asks, eyes straying from Derek’s face to the baby strapped to Derek’s chest.

The question is simple and so sincere that Derek doesn’t think twice before replying automatically.

“Lia, my daughter,” he says, his hand coming up to catch her flailing arm before she hits him in the face.

It wouldn’t be her first time.

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BTS Reacts: Your Bratty Attitude in Public but Shy Demeanor When Alone

Request: Bts reaction to their s/o acting bratty in public but turns super shy when they’re alone together (love your blog btw <3)

A/N: I really hope this was okay Anon! I kind of took the idea and ran away with it OTL

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Seokjin (Jin)

“Yah!” Seokjin shrieked but laughter quickly spilling out over his dinner in front of him. He lowered his chopsticks piled with noodles and grinned at you. He caught you mid reach towards Noodles, quietly watching from the floor, chopsticks flinching open at his screech. You watched happily as your puppy made quick work of the noodles, small tail wagging away.

“Oh, no you don’t. You were so set on having ramen tonight, you begged me and then practically threw them at me in the store, and now you’re feeding it to the puppy. I swear, kids these days don’t appreciate a thing. When I was your age-,”

You pursed your lips and scrunched your nose as he continued on with his rant, shaking his head from side to side, but smiling none the less.

Originally posted by nnochu

Yoongi (Suga)

You could feel the heat radiating from Yoongi’s body, his hand perched against the wall, precariously close to your burning red neck. You leaned more against the cool wall of his bedroom, heart stampeding through your chest. You licked your dry lips, Yoongi’s eyes darting to trace the motion, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “What happened to the girl back at the party? You were quite full of yourself there, teasing me with that mouth of yours.”

Originally posted by goldseok

Hoseok (J-Hope)

“All right guys, one more time and then we’ll call it quits.” Hoseok called out, motioning for the music to cue one more time. A chorus of groans sounded from the dance studio as you stretched and tried, but failed to stifle a yawn.

“(Y/N), would you like to show us the routine since I can’t seem to keep you awake?” Hoseok called you out as a lop-sided smiled appeared on his face. You immediately straightened your posture as 14 other pairs of eyes landed on you.

“Only if you join me,” You challenged, angling your chin up and smiling. He quirked his eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips.

The music cued and your body moved easily with Hobi beside you, hours of sweat and practice noticeable in your movements, your attention to every detail; just the way he had taught you. 

You watched as your classmates left for their next class, and quickly finished packing up your jacket and water bottle. You felt your face heat up as you caught Hoseok watching you from across the now empty studio. You averted your gaze and quickly slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you made a beeline for the door. You inwardly cursed as you felt Hoseok grab hold of your small wrist and turn you around.

“You are going to be the death of me, little girl, I swear,” he chuckled deeply.

Originally posted by sugutie

Namjoon (Rapmon)

“(Y/N)! Stop!” Namjoon’s deep laugh couldn’t stop from bubbling over in his throat as you continuously splashed water on him. You grinned in triumph, wanting nothing more than to hear the sound again.

“Make me!” you laughed as you kept splashing, eyes shut tight when you felt the force of your body being tackled into the water.

You lunged yourself to the surface, coughing at the intake of water and glared as Namjoon laughed harder, standing in the stomach-high water, his hair and face dripping, just like you.

You didn’t think twice and leaped in his direction, latching your arms around his neck, your weight causing him to tumble backwards, and fall back into the water. You quickly waddled as fast as you could away from the still submerged Namjoon, and made your way over to one of the many large tunnels the waterpark offered.

Namjoon followed seconds later, grabbing your wrist and lightly pushing you against the wall. Something like regret immediately filled your chest and you couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. You felt your face fill with color at the thought of him so close to you in public and you quickly patted your cheeks with your wet hands in hopes of calming them down.

“Make you? Is that a challenge?” he smirked, voice low, his face just inches from yours.

Originally posted by cake-p0p

Taehyung (V)

“Come on Tae! I wanna see the giraffes~” You whined, dragging out the last word and throwing yours arms around dramatically. Your fussing earned one of his boxy smiles and a low chuckle.

Tae quickly downed the rest of his cola and threw away the can. “Okayyyyyyyy~” he mimicked your whining, smiling once more when your lip jutted out in a pout. You lightly swatted at his arm, earning you an over-exaggerated yell from Tae and a full blown show of him on his knees, holding onto his upper arm where you had hit him.

You giggled at his antics and whined more. “Come ON Tae!” You bounced on your toes in place, excitement running through you.

Aish, you’re cute Jagi,” Tae exclaimed as he pulled himself up from the walkway.  You half bounced, half pulled Taehyung along as you saw the sign for the African animal exhibit.

“Look Tae! There they are!” You announced loudly, pointing in the animals direction and looked back at the boy you had called. He smiled fondly at you, and watched as you ran the rest of the way to the ledge and handrail that led out to the large open field.

You bounced more in excitement, holding onto the rail and looked around for any sign of the wildlife. “Jagi,” Tae called softly, lips brushing your ear, his arms snaking around your waist. You stiffened at the public display of affection, a deep blush crawling up your neck and onto your cheeks. “I swear, you’re too cute for your own good.”

Originally posted by amsimaria

Jimin

“Jimin-ah, I just styled your hair. Do you have to ruffle it already?” You questioned the idol as he sat in your styling chair, shaking his head and running a hand through his bangs. “Don’t make me ask you to sit on your hands like I do my niece.”

“I’m sorry Noona, its just a nervous habit.” he apologized, setting his hands down neatly in his lap. You watched as he played with his thumb and forefinger, another nervous habit you knew he had.

“(Y/N), hurry up, they’re on in five,” another member of the styling team chided you and you sighed in frustration. You eyed the other members as they exited out into the hall and turned your gaze back onto Jimin.

He was looking up at you, while you watched him through the mirror, deciding on how to fix his hair quickly. “You’re really pretty, Noona,” you barely heard him mumble. Color immediately shot to your face as you tried to focus on anything other than him and how his eyes fell on your lips.

You naturally licked your now dry lips, his eyes following the motion intently. You cleared your throat, willing your voice to sound normal as you spoke. “I need to fix your hair,” you mumbled more to yourself to alleviate some of the tension that was now filling the room. The stare he was giving you was enough to melt you to the floor. You could feel his gaze on you as he traced your features with his eyes while you blow-dried the front of his bangs.

“I’ll see you later, Noona,” He smiled softly minutes later, as he exited the room.  

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Jungkook

A/N: Guys I can’t this gif is too f*cking cute

“Alright, come on you guys! Time to get up!” you yelled, hoping your voice would carry to all 4 rooms as you walked down the hallway of their dorm. You heard groaning from multiple rooms, which meant you were doing your job properly. You had just started maybe a month ago as one of the managers for BTS, and being the new kid, you got the short end of the stick on jobs. Which meant you were usually the one to wake them up, go on coffee runs, and even grocery shop if they didn’t have time.

You greeted the boys cheerfully as they filed out from their shared rooms, either them mumbling a “Hello” in return or eyes still closed in hopes of sleep and completely missing your presence. You silently counted heads as they made their way towards the living room to be notified of today’s schedule, and in the end, only counting 6.

You peeked in to the rooms to see bed covers half-hazardly thrown to the side or completely off the bed, your eyes finally landing on a still sleeping mass of blankets you could only assume to be Jungkook.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you walked over towards the sleeping form and gently shook what you assumed to be his shoulder. “Kookie, come on. You need to get up so we can get today started.”

Jungkook gave a lack-luster groan and a barely recognizable “Five more minutes”. You contemplated your options; Dumping water on him would probably be too harsh, but you also really needed to get him up before the other boys started falling asleep in the living room.

You blinked, your eyes focusing back on the lump in front of you. You watched as the blankets were slowly pulled down from his head to reveal just the top of his eyes.

“I’m still here Jungkook,” you deadpanned.

The maknae pulled the covers down from his face and gave a toothy grin, a small giggle escaping. You pulled your arms across your chest, a hand resting over your mouth in an attempt to hide your smile and your slight blush. This kid is really too cute. You tried to push away the invading thought, but it just wouldn’t leave. An exasperated sigh left you and you ruffled his hair in fondness, letting your full smile fill your features.

Azure Blue

Words: 8711

Genre: Fluff, So much damn cuteness (you could die), Adventure, Fairy!Au

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Notes: Gif. This was supposes to be a lot shorter and somehow it became 8k…Whelp, here’s my early birthday present to Chim~                     

Fluttering your wings, the wind blows against your face, slipping through the strands of your hair and tinting your cheeks pink. For one slight moment, you forget about your sickness until a certain someone screams your name.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Your heart accelerates and you try to fly away faster and faster.

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Hesitant Alien

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous. “Can you please do one with Gerard and he’s an alien and he doesn’t understand earth so you have to teach him and he’s very confused and it’s very cute”

Word Count: 1,769

Pairing: Gerard x Reader (can be read as Gen tho)

A/N: I gave Gee they/them pronouns bc aliens don’t have our sense of gender and also bc why not

You’ve always believed in aliens, staring up at the stars when you were little and wondering when they would visit. But they didn’t come and you reached 13 still waiting, doodling little green men on your homework and your mom tried to tell you nothing was in the stars-she was never one for dreaming. You didn’t listen, sitting outside until bed time, looking out for UFOs hidden in the sky, heart endlessly hopeful. But now you’re almost 26 and the stars still call out, promises of aliens and new beginnings that you can’t let go of. Something is out there, of course something else is out there, why else is the universe so big? Maybe not little green men like your preteen imagination saw, maybe not robots set out to destroy Earth like movies like to tell stories of, maybe it’s just a bunch of goats. But something is out there and you can’t wait to know what.

You weren’t expecting that something to crash land in your backyard though. It’s late when it happens, dinner dishes in the sink and a movie you’ve seen a billion times playing on the TV. It’s loud, the earth splitting and wind howls, you’re out of your seat before things go silent and you’re opening the sliding door moments later. The cold air envelopes you as you step outside, stopping dead still in the wet grass. Your yard now has a small rocket sticking out of the ground, glinting silver in the moonlight, and you can do nothing but stare. A hatch on the side opens and something crawls out, groaning in pain and even in the dark it looks fairly human. Is this just NASA fucking up? Your endlessly hopeful heart tells you ‘no’, you know what this is.

“Alien,” You breathe out and the thing looks up at you, curious look on its human face.

“Alien? No, I’m Gerard.” It says, rubbing the back of its head as it stands. They’re taller then you, not by a lot though, and you stare up at them in awe.

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Look But Don't Touch (Well, maybe a little)

This was requested by @supernovawritesthings !!

Words: 1,502
Rating: general (cussing)
Pairing: egobang
Summary: Dan snaps a pic of Arin in his sleep. Arin goes to get him back, but it doesn’t go as planned
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“Dan,” Arin called from the hotel bed. He was staring at his phone screen, half smiling at a picture Dan had posted on the Ninja Sex Party Instagram that morning. “Why did you flip me off in my sleep?”

The picture in question was a picture Dan had taken prior to Arin’s waking up. It was a picture of, you guessed it, Dan. And said Dan was crouched in front of Arin’s side of the bed, which he was still occupying at the time. Dan took a picture of himself flipping Arin off as he slept, and then he posted it to the NSP Insta with the caption “Good morning from Sleepytime Junction!”

Arin heard Dan snort from the tiny kitchen the hotel provided. “Because I was awake and you were asleep,” He answered.

“Oh, Dan~” Arin mused to himself. “I’ll get you back for this.”

“Will you?” Dan asked, bringing Arin a cup of coffee. He took it gladly, blowing on it before taking a sip.

“Just you wait.” Arin smiled to himself. “Just. You. Wait.”

***

Oh, Arin had a plan alright.

A simple plan, really, but a plan, nonetheless.

Arin planned to go to bed supremely early that night. Dan would be out with Brian late into the night, so he wouldn’t he able to squeeze out another picture of Arin. And, since Dan would be so late in coming back to the hotel, Arin was sure to wake up before him. And he would then snap a pic of Dan, who looked strikingly similar to a cat met with the business end of a bull dozer when he was asleep. All that hair and whatnot.

It was a really non-convoluted plan. Hardly acceptable to be called a plan at all.

But hey, it was a plan.
***

Arin holed up for bed at about 9:00 p.m. that night, excited for the morning. Why was he so excited exactly? What was an incognito picture of his best friend going to do but earn them a few thousand likes on Instagram?

Well, nothing. But Arin was so ready to get this picture that he was almost giddy.

“Just you wait,” Arin mumbled to himself one more time before falling under.

***

Perfect.

Kinda.

Arin woke up the next morning to a blinding sun right in his pupils. In his mental state of wanting to get revenge last night, he had forgotten to close the curtains on the windows. So when the sun came up that morning, there was nothing in between its bright rays and Arin’s retinas. He made a surprised sound as he covered his eyes, then he covered his mouth as he remembered what he was going to do today.

Arin rolled out of bed as quietly as he could, landing on one knee. Sadly, he wasn’t proposing to anyone but the floor today, and floors can’t say yes, so he stood up.

Sliding his phone off the beside table, he tiptoed over to Dan’s bed, almost hearing the cartoon piano matching his steps as he went.

Dan, thankfully, was a heavy sleeper. So he didn’t wake up when Arin tripped over his own shoes in the middle of the hotel floor, landing on it with a muffled yell. His mama had told him over and over to put them by the door, and he guessed finally got his karma.

“Fuck,” He whispered to himself as he looked up at Dan. From the floor, Arin couldn’t see him clearly, just his tuft of curly hair sticking up from the pillow. Soft as cotton candy; he had taken a shower the night before.

Arin stood up, only a foot away from Dan now. He opened his phone to the camera and aimed it at Dan’s face like a gun. He almost wanted to say some dumb tagline like, “smile for tha picture” or some other late 80s early 90s movie joke.

But he didn’t. He stopped and tapped his screen to focus on Dan’s face. And when his camera focused, Arin saw just how….cute Dan looked.

The cover was up to his chin like he were a kid, adding to the ambiance. Arin dared to stare at him for a good few minutes. Dan’s face was softened from the youth of sleep, his eyes motionless behind his lids. His mouth was hanging slightly open, lips chapped and taking it gentle breaths.

His hair deserved a category all on its own. Dan’s brown curls splayed out like fingers around his head. His pillow was more hair than Dan.

Arin couldn’t help but smile at him. And suddenly, he didn’t feel like snapping a picture of his friend. Instead, he almost felt like sliding into the bed next to his friend.

And that’s what he did.

He moved slowly around to the available side of the bed and, seemingly molecule by molecule, he eased into it. He didn’t want to cover up as to not risk waking Dan, but he did dare to get as close as he could.

Arin was silent, deliberately trying to match Dan’s breathing as if breathing out of sync would wake him up.

Arin watched. He studied. His eyes traced Dan from the brunt of his forehead to the sharpness of his cheekbones. From the bridge of his nose to the inlet of his nostrils. He ran down Dan’s jawline and stared at the outline of his lips. Every part of him was something original, something so alluringly DAN, that Arin couldn’t look away.

He wanted so much to just touch him. Just use the pad of one of his fingers and slide it down the outline of Danny’s body. Down the sharp angles he had in comparison to Arin’s soft curves that weren’t any less attractive. Arin wanted to yank the blanket off of Dan and wrap his arm around him and hold him, maybe fall asleep himself.

But he didn’t touch Dan. Arin didn’t trace his features with his marker of a finger, because he felt like he was looking at some piece of art. And an echo played in the back of his mind. The message he would read on every sign whenever he went to a museum. Look but do not touch.

So he did not touch. He only looked.

Until Dan woke up and his glossy brown eyes locked right on Arin’s.

“So,” Dan said in a lazy voice. The sound was jagged, gruff. Kinda sexy. “This is my payback?”

Arin was silent.

Dan turned to face Arin better. He grabbed the front of his shirt and gently pulled; a motion for ‘get closer you dumbass’. So he did. Arin scooted closer and dared to touch the art. He slung an arm over Dan’s torso and smiled at his friend. His friend smiled back.

“I like your method of revenge man,” Dan said, getting so close that their noses were actually touching. A laugh made its way out of Arin.

“I like it too.”

“Wonder what would happen if THIS made it onto the Instagram,” Dan mused as he reached up with one of his hands and flicked a few stray hairs out of Arin’s face.

Arin felt a warm seed in the pit of his chest begin to grow, and he left it there. He let it grow. He let it grow by his hand making its own way into Dan’s hair, ruffling it and feeling its softness. He let it grow by allowing his legs to cross over with Dan’s, making their bodies a chain link fence. He let it grow by taking the pad of his finger and tracing the thick lines on his sketch of Dan he had done a few minutes ago. He let it grow like a vine, forgetting why he even got into this bed in the first place. The only thing that mattered was that he was in this bed, with this man, interlocked and contented.

“Don’t know,” Arin said, playing dumb. “Maybe nothing. Maybe something. Maybe…” He let his eyes fall down and look at Dan’s lips. Open. Inviting. “Maybe someone will tell us 'i told you so.”

Arin went to kiss Dan. But that isn’t how it went down. Because one didn’t kiss the other. They both leaned in at the same time and slammed together at the halfway point, a collision of lip and teeth.

“Shit,” Arin said, leaning back. He tasted blood on his lip and saw that Dan had some on his.

“Son of a bitch,” Dan said, laughing. He wiped the blood off his lip with the back of his hand and then used his thumb to get it off Arin’s. “Sorry for stabbing your lips with my teeth.”

“It’s fine.” Arin was suddenly laughing too. Not all kisses are perfect, and they were no exception. If neither of them were fully awake, they sure were now. The sun was up anyway, and they had stuff to do.

“Coffee?” Dan suggested.

There was a pause.

“Coffee.”

Labyrinth Lost By Zoraida Córdova 

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Nothing says Happy Birthday like summoning the spirits of your dead relatives.

I fall to my knees. Shattered glass, melted candles and the outline of scorched feathers are all that surround me. Every single person who was in my house – my entire family — is gone.

Alex is a bruja, the most powerful witch in a generation…and she hates magic. At her Deathday celebration, Alex performs a spell to rid herself of her power. But it backfires. Her whole family vanishes into thin air, leaving her alone with Nova, a brujo boy she can’t trust. A boy whose intentions are as dark as the strange markings on his skin.

The only way to get her family back is to travel with Nova to Los Lagos, a land in-between, as dark as Limbo and as strange as Wonderland…

Thoughts: 

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The Old House

@goldcaught, I was inspired to write a fic by your Southern Gothic Klaroline AU. I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed the idea!

              The place is haunted.

              Everyone knows that.

              So when the couple decides to buy it… well, the whole town tells them that they’re crazy.  There are perfectly nice houses right in town, after all.  And why would a nice couple like them want to live ten miles outside of town anyway?  Sure, there’s not a huge night life, but there’s the bar and bowling alley and a theatre that shows new releases on the weekend.  And wouldn’t they rather live close to all of that?

              Plus, the damn plantation house is haunted.          

              The girl – because anyone under the age of thirty is still a girl, and this one can’t be much older than twenty if she’s even that – smiles and says they’ll be fine.  She has manners that impress the older generation, and legs damn near up to her neck that she shows off with a sundress that make all the boys stare after her long after she’s walked past.

              The man – because even though he doesn’t look older than thirty, something about him says that boy will never be accurate – watches the girl with hungry eyes and smiles only when she whispers something in his ear.  Otherwise, he watches them all with the eyes of a hunter.  The townsfolk are familiar with those eyes; after all, lots of them wear that look themselves – just never with humans.

              When he hears the house is haunted, he says nothing. But everyone gets the sense he’s amused.

              They won’t last a week, some of the younger boys say, because they’re jealous of the man, and want him to run away and leave the girl for their hungry gazes.

              But the older generation, they aren’t too sure. Those hunter’s eyes… they aren’t easy to scare.

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Just Go [REQUEST]

Reading it back, the scenario is quite sad. I hope there are some happy bits to it! I think the whole situation would be horrible to endure anyway though. I hope you like the scenario still :)

Jade xo

“I still can’t believe there’s a tiny person in here,” you murmured softly to yourself, running your hands across your flat stomach as you sat on the edge of your bathtub. No evidence that you were pregnant was showing on your body but the doctor had confirmed it last week. You were going to be a mother and Jongin was going to be a father.

But first he had to leave for two months to tour in China.

“Is everything ok in there?” Jongin asked through the locked door of the bathroom. “You’ve been in there a while baby!”

Getting up, you checked yourself in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any signs of your earlier crying. You noticed Jongin’s toothbrush missing and had to fight the urge to break down crying again, swallowing the lump in the throat. “Coming now baby!” you called back, clearing the smudged mascara and then unlocking the door to reveal your beautiful boyfriend.

“Are you ok?” he asked, quickly taking you up in his arms and kissing along your hairline.

You looked up at him and frowned at his stupid question. How did he think you were? “Do you want the truth or a lie?” you asked quietly, worried if you spoke any louder he would hear the cracks in your voice.

“How about silence?” he replied and you nodded, nuzzling closer into his chest and tucking your head under his chin.

The smell of his aftershave surrounded you and clouded your every thought. It hurt to think that for two months you wouldn’t smell this; wouldn’t feel his arms around you; wouldn’t be surprised by the little kisses he liked to shower you in. Your bump was going to grow and Jongin would miss it. You were going to go for your first scan and he wouldn’t be there to hold your hand.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you murmured, holding on tight to his shirt to take in every last breath of him. “Do you really have to go?” It was all wishful thinking but you were still holding onto the hope that he would turn around and just say no.

Jongin sighed to himself and ran his hand through your wavy hair, taking an audible deep breath in. “I wish I could stay baby,” he told you softly, brushing the hair off your face and kissing your temple. “I’d do anything to just unpack and stay here with you and our little baby.” His hand moved to cradle your non-existent bump.

“Next time I see you, there will actually be something to look at,” you joked tearfully, your eyes watering up. “Damn these bloody hormones!” you sobbed as the tears trickled down your face.

“Don’t cry baby,” he pleaded softly, taking your face up between his slender hands with his gentle touch. “I don’t think I can leave if I see you crying.” His thumbs wiped the tears off your cheeks as he kissed the tip of your nose.

You sniffed back your tears, crinkling your nose up because you knew how cute Jongin thought it was. “I love you Jongin and it’s going to be hard but we can get through this. We’ve done it before and we came out the other side!”

“It’s not just you I’m leaving behind this time,” he whispered, like he didn’t trust his voice. His hands fell from your face and picked up your hands. “I want to be here to see this little bump grow.”

“I’ll send you a picture everyday so you can watch it grow with me,” you told him. “I promise we’ll get through this.” You were trying to reassure yourself just as much as him. “And we’ll be here waiting for you in two months’ time.”

He lifted your hands to his lips and kissed the back of them softly. “I love you so much,” he murmured, leaning in for a soft kiss. His lips were gentle as they worked with yours, conveying all the words he couldn’t say.

By the end of the kiss, tiny tears were streaming down your face.

“We love you too,” you told him, sticking your stomach out and patting it dramatically. “Now your phone has been vibrating like crazy so they must be outside waiting for you.” You grabbed his phone off the bed and passed it to him, waiting for him to read his messages.

“They’re outside,” he concluded, pocketing his phone. You saw he wasn’t going to make the first move so you had to. You grabbed his suitcase and started wheeling it out of your bedroom. “Whoa! You’re not supposed to do any heavy lifting!” he exclaimed, grabbing the suitcase off you.

“I’ll just grab your backpack,” you replied dryly, grabbing it off the bed and following him out of the bedroom.

At the front door, his manager was waiting to help him with his suitcases. Jongin passed them both off to him before turning to you. “Please look after yourself baby,” he murmured softly, looking at your hands as they held out his backpack.

“Of course Jongin. I’ll call and text you every day,” you told him, squeezing his hands as you passed him your backpack. Tears were building up in the corner of your eyes but you refused to let him see you cry anymore – hormones or no hormones! “Just go baby and call me when you land, ok?”

“Ok,” he replied solemnly, leaning forward to place a tiny kiss on your lips. “Look under the bed when I’m gone. There’s something waiting for you.” He turned to walk away and then turned back. “Oh and don’t forget to pick the dogs up and hug them lots.”

You sighed and felt the tears begin to fall. “I will, now just go!”

He nodded once and blew you a kiss, closing the door for the final time.

The tears fell as soon as he was gone. “It’s just you and me now, little tadpole!” you said in between sobs, moving to the sofa with your hands around your belly. “Daddy’s gone away for a little while but he’ll be back. He’ll be home soon before you know it. And he loves you very much.” You cried into your hands, feeling the tug on your heart as you knew Jongin got further and further away from you.

Then you remembered there was something under the bed for you.

Slowly getting to your feet, you tried to control your tears so you wiped them off your face and willed no more to follow. You headed into the bedroom, getting onto your hands and knees as you searched for what Jongin had been talking about. Among the old boxes you’d just stuffed out of the way when you moved in together, there was a big hamper with a white bow on the top. You pulled it out and placed it on the bed, sitting down and lifting the lid.

“Oh Jongin!” you sighed, feeling the tears build up again. Inside the hamper were all your favourite things: a bottle of bubble bath, a bag of bubblegum bottle sweets, a big bottle of pink lemonade (the only thing helping your morning sickness), lots of different chocolates, a little teddy with Jongin’s sticker on its face, a bottle of his aftershave, along with some candles, a photograph of the two of you with all his dogs in the park and the number for the local takeout. “Jongin!” you sighed longingly, pulling all the little treats he had bought for you.

At the bottom of the hamper, you found a letter with your name written across the front. There was also a CD with the words ‘With love from Jongin (Chanyeol helped)’ written on the case. You moved to your old CD player and started playing the CD. Immediately you started crying when the music played, Jongin’s beautiful voice drifting out of the speakers. It was a lullaby, your favourite from when you were a baby.

You looked down at your stomach and rubbed it soothingly. “This is your daddy,” you mumbled through your sobs. “Your beautiful daddy.” Grabbing a blanket from the cupboard, you curled up on Jongin’s side of the bed, burying your teary face into his pillow listening to Jongin’s soft voice and hugging your belly tight.


I wrote a second part to this … just click here!

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Boys Squad!

Okay, so I got a really cute idea for the Boys Squad fic. It’s cute, so I’m writing it, damnit.

As always, characterization is probably off because today is 1/9/17, and NDRV3 releases in Japan on 1/12/17. Nonetheless, please enjoy!

“U-Um… It’s because…” Iruma sputtered, her weaker persona fronting. She twitched slightly, until a reasuring hand from Akamatsu grasped her shoulder.

“I don’t quite know what you need me for, but if you wanted to ‘borrow’ me or whatever, that’s fine.”

It seemed that was all it took for Iruma to revert to normal.

“HYAHYAHYAHYA! Then come on, we’ve got a lot of work to do, Bakamatsu!” The inventor yelled, hands now on her hips. With a forceful arm, she grabbed the pianist by the ahoge, dragging her off.

“That looks kinda gay, y’know,” Momota mutters as the two walk off. There were now just four students remaining in the dining hall - Momota, Saihara, Ki-bo, and Ouma.

“You say that a lot, Momota-kun, what does that mean?” The robot asks. He’s sitting behind him next to the wall, since his charging plug is incredibly short.

“Huh? Ki-bo doesn’t know what gay means?” Ouma snickers.

“No, I do not, and I’d like an explanation,” the robot says politely, looking up at the ruler, who had now turned around to face him.

“Here, let me show you!” the ruler giggles, standing up suddenly.

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Sweet Caroline

Pairing: Dean/Reader & Sam/Jess
Prompt: Y/N is a member of Angel Real Estate office, and is sent to the small town of Harmony, North Carolina, to look at the land for a client; she doesn’t expect to meet Dean Winchester.
Tags: AU: Big City meets Small Town, Jess is pregnant :)
Words: 1771
Note: Nothing really having to do with Harmony, North Carolina, just a pretty name and I know it’s a small town :)))) also please let me know what you think!!!?
Tagging: @ddean, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @mrswhozeewhatsis

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200 au’s masterpost :))
  • I was hired to kill you but you’re pretty cute au
  • your voice sounds like my thinking voice and that’s really freaking me out au
  • two strangers exploring the same ‘haunted’ house that thinks the other is a ghost au
  • “I swear I’ll let you have half of my weed if you don’t tell the teachers that I was getting high in the bathroom” au
  • I accidentally punched you in the face when I was trying to punch a different guy in the face I am so sorry au
  • arranged marriage that I am only putting up with bc you’re rich and hot as hell au
  • you thought you were kidnapping your best friend for a bachelor party but you kidnapped me (a stranger) on accident au
  • you suck at dancing but you’re doing it in the middle of a bookstore to the crappy music on the radio and I think it’s pretty damn cute au
  • I’m a super villain and you’re a therapist I kidnapped bc I need someone to talk to au
  • holy shit you just saved me from getting run over by a bus au
  • no one was supposed to find out i’m a wizard but you did please don’t tell anyone au
  • I have amnesia and you say you’re my best friend but I keep on forgetting and thinking we’re lovers au
  • “I think I may have stolen your dog on accident sorry” au
  • we’re strangers and your hair is perfect except for that one strand that flew lose and it bothers me au
  • you’re supposed to be in the witness protection system but until that’s set up my cop friend is making me let you live with me au
  • “I know we’ve never talked before but there is a friggin huge spider in my apartment can you kill it for me” au
  • i got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street and opened my door to find you trying to sleep on the floor of the hallway because your roommate has his fiancée over so i guess i’ll lend you my couch for the night AU
  • my stupid cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so i followed him inside and you came home earlier than i expected and found me in the middle of your living room but i swear i’m not a burglar ok
  • you left your USB flash drive in the library computer and i had to go through your files to figure out who you are and i ended up reading the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re actually really good????
  • i was trying to read in the park and your stray football fucking knocked me unconscious
  • this really cute guy rented the apartment over the bakery/flower shop/store i work at and i keep trying to find excuses to be outside when he comes home
  • it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD
  • my best mate somehow fucked up my tv and tonight is the season premiere of this show i really really like and no livestream will work on my computer so will you please let me watch it on your tv i promise i’ll go back to my flat once it’s over
  • look i’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a hole through my ceiling with your bed thanks
  • i want an au where muse a and b get set up to go on a blind date together and muse a is the biggest fuck boy/girl and they are all cool and popular and muse b is a cute little nerd and they hate each other and disagree on everything and have nothing in common but muse a kinda feels sorry for muse b and they are interested by their completely opposite lifestyle and turned on by their innocence so they keep going on dates until they begin to actually like each other anD IT COULD BE REALLY CUTE BUT ALSO REALLY ANGSTY BC MAYBE MUSE A IS KINDA EMBARRASSED BY MUSE B AS THEIR FRIENDS CONSTANTLY TAKE THE PISS AND USED TO BULLY MUSE B IDK GIVE ME SECRET/FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIPS WHERE MUSE A CAN BE ALL OVER PROTECTIVE BUT ALSO VERY CORRUPTING AND MUSE B IS ALL STARRY-EYED AND !!!!!!!!!!!
  • you both grab for the last pint of ice cream at the supermarket and end up arguing over it au
  • i keep setting my kitchen stove on fire and you’re the long suffering firefighter on call au
  • my dog won’t stop barking at your cat in the waiting room at the vets au
  • you got stood up on a date at the coffee shop i work in here let me get you a drink on the house au
  • your mail keeps coming to my house even though you don’t live there anymore how the fuck do i return it to you au
  • we get the same train to work every morning and you always take the good seat so i glare at you until you let me sit there au
  • i’m scared to walk home in the dark and its really late so i called a random number and got you au
  • you left one of your shirts in the washer and it got mixed up with my stuff and i didn’t realise until you shouted at me from across the street au
  • i desperately need a birthday cake and my friend told me you could bake really well au
  • i hit you in the balls in a paintball match i’m so sorry oh my god au
  • the walls are really thin and i can hear everything you’re saying could you please shut the fuck up new neighbour au
  • you jog shirtless past my house every morning au
  • i walk in on you correcting people’s misspelled bathroom graffiti au
  • you write me a bad restaurant review and i force myself into your kitchen so i can cook you my food until you admit it’s good au
  • you live across the hall and hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one night stands au
  • we’re the only single people at this wedding table lets get drunk and bitch about everyone au
  • someone in the dorms makes amazing cookies and you’re trying to figure it out and walk in on me baking at four in the morning au
  • my best friend has a popular youtube channel and drags me into their videos and people comment on how we seem like a couple isn’t that awkward au
  • we both get lost at disneyworld and somehow stumble across each other and decide to be lost together au
  • my kite got tangled in your kite at the park au
  • you’re sitting in my spot in the library what the fuck dude get out of my seat au
  • you’re gesticulating violently and accidentally hit me in the face au
  • we’re both desperately trying to buy something for our relatives in the airport shops because we forgot to when we were on holiday maybe we could help each other out au
  • you fell over in the subway car and landed in my lap au
  • you sit behind me and poke me every time i fall asleep during 9am lectures thank you can i buy you a coffee? au
  • our suitcases look the same and we accidentally picked up the wrong one at the airport au
  • you’re in the hospital bed next to me and we fight over what to watch on the shared tv au
  • we never talk but we make eye contact whenever anyone says something incredibly stupid during class au
  • awkward teenage seven-minutes-in-heaven au
  • you’re shouting in my face about your society at the freshman fair so i sign my name just to shut you up au
  • we’re on the same ‘travel-across-a-continent’ holiday plan why don’t we just stick together for the whole trip au
  • foreign exchange student au
  • i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush au
  • you’ve-got-mail au
  • my mum knows your mum and they’re trying to set us up but all i can remember of you is that time you stuck gum in my hair when we were seven so i automatically don’t like you au
  • i accidentally open the door right before you knock and smack you in the face au
  • there’s a really cute new intern at your place of work and your friends bully you into talking to them au
  • our school is doing a secret-santa and i got you au
  • the-princess-diaries au
  • we’re the only two people left who are single in our friendship group and they all decide to try and set us up with each other au
  • "please for the love of god help you’re the only one here who speaks English” AU
  • “i go to this restaurant every week and sit at the same table and suddenly you’re my new server” AU
  • “i’ve been breaking my phone on purpose just because you work at the help desk” AU
  • “i saw you taking selfies and i wondered if i could take one with you” AU
  • “i’m the sarcastic techie who got dragged into running your stupid presentation” AU
  • “we somehow ended up in charge of senior prank” AU
  • “i’ve walked into your classroom four times by mistake can you please help me learn my way around this stupid school” AU
  • “your music’s way too loud bUT THAT’S MY FAVORITE SONG” AU
  • “bored single parents at a OneDirection concert” AU
  • “mutual drunk friend called BOTH of us to pick them up from a party well this is awkward” AU
  • “for the last time we do not sell hydrochloric acid I’M CALLING THE COPS” AU
  • “your email address is one letter different from my friend’s so i keep emailing you by mistake” AU
  • “you accidentally added me to this group chat and i don’t know how to take myself off” AU
  • you both grab for the last pint of ice cream at the supermarket and end up arguing over it au
  • i keep setting my kitchen stove on fire and you’re the long suffering firefighter on call au
  • my dog won’t stop barking at your cat in the waiting room at the vets au
  • you got stood up on a date at the coffee shop i work in here let me get you a drink on the house au
  • your mail keeps coming to my house even though you don’t live there anymore how the fuck do i return it to you au
  • we get the same train to work every morning and you always take the good seat so i glare at you until you let me sit there au
  • i’m scared to walk home in the dark and its really late so i called a random number and got you au
  • you left one of your shirts in the washer and it got mixed up with my stuff and i didn’t realise until you shouted at me from across the street au
  • i desperately need a birthday cake and my friend told me you could bake really well au
  • i hit you in the balls in a paintball match i’m so sorry oh my god au
  • the walls are really thin and i can hear everything you’re saying could you please shut the fuck up new neighbour au
  • you jog shirtless past my house every morning au
  • i walk in on you correcting people’s misspelled bathroom graffiti au
  • you write me a bad restaurant review and i force myself into your kitchen so i can cook you my food until you admit it’s good au
  • you live across the hall and hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one night stands au
  • we’re the only single people at this wedding table lets get drunk and bitch about everyone au
  • someone in the dorms makes amazing cookies and you’re trying to figure it out and walk in on me baking at four in the morning au
  • my best friend has a popular youtube channel and drags me into their videos and people comment on how we seem like a couple isn’t that awkward au
  • we both get lost at disneyworld and somehow stumble across each other and decide to be lost together au
  • my kite got tangled in your kite at the park au
  • you’re sitting in my spot in the library what the fuck dude get out of my seat au
  • you’re gesticulating violently and accidentally hit me in the face au
  • we’re both desperately trying to buy something for our relatives in the airport shops because we forgot to when we were on holiday maybe we could help each other out au
  • you fell over in the subway car and landed in my lap au
  • you sit behind me and poke me every time i fall asleep during 9am lectures thank you can i buy you a coffee? au
  • our suitcases look the same and we accidentally picked up the wrong one at the airport au
  • you’re in the hospital bed next to me and we fight over what to watch on the shared tv au
  • we never talk but we make eye contact whenever anyone says something incredibly stupid during class au
  • awkward teenage seven-minutes-in-heaven au
  • you’re shouting in my face about your society at the freshman fair so i sign my name just to shut you up au
  • we’re on the same ‘travel-across-a-continent’ holiday plan why don’t we just stick together for the whole trip au
  • foreign exchange student au
  • i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush au
  • you’ve-got-mail au
  • my mum knows your mum and they’re trying to set us up but all i can remember of you is that time you stuck gum in my hair when we were seven so i automatically don’t like you au
  • i accidentally open the door right before you knock and smack you in the face au
  • there’s a really cute new intern at your place of work and your friends bully you into talking to them au
  • our school is doing a secret-santa and i got you au
  • the-princess-diaries au
  • we’re the only two people left who are single in our friendship group and they all decide to try and set us up with each other au
  • you both grab for the last pint of ice cream at the supermarket and end up arguing over it au
  • i keep setting my kitchen stove on fire and you’re the long suffering firefighter on call au
  • my dog won’t stop barking at your cat in the waiting room at the vets au
  • you got stood up on a date at the coffee shop i work in here let me get you a drink on the house au
  • your mail keeps coming to my house even though you don’t live there anymore how the fuck do i return it to you au
  • we get the same train to work every morning and you always take the good seat so i glare at you until you let me sit there au
  • i’m scared to walk home in the dark and its really late so i called a random number and got you au
  • you left one of your shirts in the washer and it got mixed up with my stuff and i didn’t realise until you shouted at me from across the street au
  • i desperately need a birthday cake and my friend told me you could bake really well au
  • i hit you in the balls in a paintball match i’m so sorry oh my god au
  • the walls are really thin and i can hear everything you’re saying could you please shut the fuck up new neighbour au
  • you jog shirtless past my house every morning au
  • i walk in on you correcting people’s misspelled bathroom graffiti au
  • you write me a bad restaurant review and i force myself into your kitchen so i can cook you my food until you admit it’s good au
  • you live across the hall and hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one night stands au
  • we’re the only single people at this wedding table lets get drunk and bitch about everyone au
  • someone in the dorms makes amazing cookies and you’re trying to figure it out and walk in on me baking at four in the morning au
  • my best friend has a popular youtube channel and drags me into their videos and people comment on how we seem like a couple isn’t that awkward au
  • we both get lost at disneyworld and somehow stumble across each other and decide to be lost together au
  • my kite got tangled in your kite at the park au
  • you’re sitting in my spot in the library what the fuck dude get out of my seat au
  • you’re gesticulating violently and accidentally hit me in the face au
  • we’re both desperately trying to buy something for our relatives in the airport shops because we forgot to when we were on holiday maybe we could help each other out au
  • you fell over in the subway car and landed in my lap au
  • you sit behind me and poke me every time i fall asleep during 9am lectures thank you can i buy you a coffee? au
  • our suitcases look the same and we accidentally picked up the wrong one at the airport au
  • you’re in the hospital bed next to me and we fight over what to watch on the shared tv au
  • we never talk but we make eye contact whenever anyone says something incredibly stupid during class au
  • awkward teenage seven-minutes-in-heaven au
  • you’re shouting in my face about your society at the freshman fair so i sign my name just to shut you up au
  • we’re on the same ‘travel-across-a-continent’ holiday plan why don’t we just stick together for the whole trip au
  • foreign exchange student au
  • i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush au
  • you’ve-got-mail au
  • my mum knows your mum and they’re trying to set us up but all i can remember of you is that time you stuck gum in my hair when we were seven so i automatically don’t like you au
  • i accidentally open the door right before you knock and smack you in the face au
  • there’s a really cute new intern at your place of work and your friends bully you into talking to them au
  • our school is doing a secret-santa and i got you au
  • the-princess-diaries au
  • we’re the only two people left who are single in our friendship group and they all decide to try and set us up with each other au
  • you both grab for the last pint of ice cream at the supermarket and end up arguing over it au
  • i keep setting my kitchen stove on fire and you’re the long suffering firefighter on call au
  • my dog won’t stop barking at your cat in the waiting room at the vets au
  • you got stood up on a date at the coffee shop i work in here let me get you a drink on the house au
  • your mail keeps coming to my house even though you don’t live there anymore how the fuck do i return it to you au
  • we get the same train to work every morning and you always take the good seat so i glare at you until you let me sit there au
  • i’m scared to walk home in the dark and its really late so i called a random number and got you au
  • you left one of your shirts in the washer and it got mixed up with my stuff and i didn’t realise until you shouted at me from across the street au
  • i desperately need a birthday cake and my friend told me you could bake really well au
  • i hit you in the balls in a paintball match i’m so sorry oh my god au
  • the walls are really thin and i can hear everything you’re saying could you please shut the fuck up new neighbour au
  • you jog shirtless past my house every morning au
  • i walk in on you correcting people’s misspelled bathroom graffiti au
  • you write me a bad restaurant review and i force myself into your kitchen so i can cook you my food until you admit it’s good au
  • you live across the hall and hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one night stands au
  • we’re the only single people at this wedding table lets get drunk and bitch about everyone au
  • someone in the dorms makes amazing cookies and you’re trying to figure it out and walk in on me baking at four in the morning au
  • my best friend has a popular youtube channel and drags me into their videos and people comment on how we seem like a couple isn’t that awkward au
  • we both get lost at disneyworld and somehow stumble across each other and decide to be lost together au
  • my kite got tangled in your kite at the park au
  • you’re sitting in my spot in the library what the fuck dude get out of my seat au
  • you’re gesticulating violently and accidentally hit me in the face au
  • we’re both desperately trying to buy something for our relatives in the airport shops because we forgot to when we were on holiday maybe we could help each other out au
  • you fell over in the subway car and landed in my lap au
  • you sit behind me and poke me every time i fall asleep during 9am lectures thank you can i buy you a coffee? au
  • our suitcases look the same and we accidentally picked up the wrong one at the airport au
  • you’re in the hospital bed next to me and we fight over what to watch on the shared tv au
  • we never talk but we make eye contact whenever anyone says something incredibly stupid during class au
  • awkward teenage seven-minutes-in-heaven au
  • you’re shouting in my face about your society at the freshman fair so i sign my name just to shut you up au
  • we’re on the same ‘travel-across-a-continent’ holiday plan why don’t we just stick together for the whole trip au
  • foreign exchange student au
  • i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush au
  • you’ve-got-mail au
  • my mum knows your mum and they’re trying to set us up but all i can remember of you is that time you stuck gum in my hair when we were seven so i automatically don’t like you au
  • i accidentally open the door right before you knock and smack you in the face au
  • there’s a really cute new intern at your place of work and your friends bully you into talking to them au
  • our school is doing a secret-santa and i got you au
  • the-princess-diaries au
  • we’re the only two people left who are single in our friendship group and they all decide to try and set us up with each other au
  • ancient gods like actuAL GODS FROM GREECE OR EGYPT OF WHATEVER au
  • parent-teacher conference au
  • time travelers au
  • ‘my parent is running for president but the other candidates kid is really cute’ au
  • working in a mansion as butlers/maids au
  • ‘hey remember that idea you had 3 years ago while we were drunk off our asses? letS DO IT’ au
  • baristas trying to make better lattes than the other au
  • tumblr mutuals who havent met and are too scared to talk to each other so instead they aggressivly reblog from each other au
  • gardeners au
  • person a being a guard outside buckingham palace that person b always tries to distract au
  • the thief and the conman au
  • ‘what do you mean i didnt try to pick-pocket you your butt is just amazing’ au
  • oops i accidentally summoned a demon au
  • co-captains who always argue au
  • lost a bet and now has to work for the other au
  • co stars of a hit disney show
  • high school teachers who always try to out do each other in lectures and labs and now everYONE SHIPS THEM au
  • ‘hey im running against you for student president’ au
  • the ‘i didnt mean to throw that water balloon at you i meant to hit my friend behind you’ au
  • 'i met you at a really crappy summer job but now its kinda fun’ au
  • working for disney and dressing up as characters au
  • there was a food fight and i just threw spaghetti at the scariest kid in school au
  • the ‘ive been given a prophecy to save the world but i have to be partners with thiS ASSHOLE’ au
First Dates and Other Horrible Experiences

Words: 2067

Rating: General

A/N: kaf-kaf had two great posts that were headcanons about Zuko and Katara’s first date and this happened. 

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Zuko hated first dates.  They never turned out well for him.  He never said the right thing and he tended to do something incredibly stupid during the date to make him think he’d never have a chance.  This time, however, Zuko hoped things would go better.  Mostly because he’d already done stupid things in Katara’s presence and he’d said the exact wrong things too.  So maybe fate would be kind for once and make sure his first date with Katara went well.

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In the Cage

Shortly after Animan came out, I wrote a draft of a djwifi fic to fill in what happened to Alya and Nino in the cage while Ladybug and Cat Noir were fighting the akuma. I wasn’t really planning to finish it, but after reading all of thelastpilot‘s Nino-centric fics, I couldn’t resist! So, I guess this is dedicated to you, @thelastpilot​! I hope you like it!

EDIT: Now on AO3 as well! 

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Those Lungs

summary: Dan wanted to have a relaxing summer holiday so he and Phil fly off somewhere warm and ocean side in a cozy cottage on the beach. Domestic banter and fluff
this time: the boys arrive at their week-long home and settle in and enjoy relaxing and cooking with one another.

a/n: i started writing this back in august, talk about having a hell of a time writing it. anyways, this will have a few more parts. just a bit of fluff. i wanted to focus on the happy bits of a relationship, so there will be no major problems. (heavily influenced by the mantis vid on lessamazingphil)

also, shout out to @lestrs-phil for helping me out with it!

pt 3

“Please tell me you haven’t lost the key already.” His partner is patting his navy shorts pockets, cheeks flushed from hauling their luggage in the blistering heat. Dan’s hair is stuck to his forehead and he just wants to take a long nap.

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My Crush...
This is an Omelia fic…
Before anyone yells at me, I’m a massive Crowen AND Omelia shipper. I don’t hate Crowen just cos I love Omelia. I personally think Crowen were amazing and delicious, just destined for different things.

This is set the evening of 8x15

“Oh - sorry, I didn’t realise anyone would be up here,” I hear, the voice strange to my ear and the wind preventing it from being overly clear. I whip my head around and my body follows to face the tall man with the lift doors closing behind him.

The brisk evening air flapping my loose, orange-red cardigan around my body makes me shiver a little so I wrap my arms around myself and give a small smile to the red-headed stranger. He has dark jeans on, a lighter denim shirt and smart shoes with a grey overcoat. Fashionable on the outside, but as I look to his face it would seem to me that he doesn’t care how he looks, which is potentially even more appealing.

“Oh that’s ok,” I say, loudly. The wind fades a little as he steps further towards me on the helipad. “I was just… thinking…”

“You found my favourite spot I see,” he says, looking around the circular floor and out to the skyline beyond. The sun is setting to the side of us, casting dusky pink and glowing orange light onto our faces. He looks tired. Exhausted even. “Although, you don’t want to be caught up here when a trauma is coming in…”

“No?”

“No, last time that happened, I ended up working a whole shift I wasn’t supposed to,” he explains, laughing a little.

“Well, I have to admit, it’s not got quite the same calm, relaxing atmosphere to it that the roof in L.A. has…”

“You’re from L.A.?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m just visiting,” I say, looking away from his intense stare. Something at the top of my stomach is turning and I’m not sure what.

“You a doctor?”

“I’m a neurosurgeon,” I answer, nodding.

“Oh, have you met Derek Shepherd then? He’s our head of department…” I nod at his oblivious question and amuse myself in keeping my identity quiet. “Are you visiting for a job or something?”

“Errrrrr… No, not a job, I have one of those in L.A…”

“Oh, right,” he chuckles, shyly looking down to his feet and placing his hands in his jeans pockets. I’ve never been into redheads but this one is pretty cute. As his hands draw his coat back, I see his chest muscles becoming more pronounced under his shirt and I’m taken aback by how strong a build he seems to have.

Silence falls over us and I can’t work out if it’s comfortable or not. I turn to face the world again, looking over the bay and seeing distant ferries carting people and vehicles over the city’s water channels. I feel him approach and stop next to me. I look up to see a wistful, thoughtful gaze surveying the land. I notice his tense jaw and can’t help breaking the silence.

“When did you discover this as your thinking spot then?”

“Hmmmm, the guys used to come up here and play golf… but we’ve not done that in a while. I have two spots in this hospital: this one, here, for thinking, and there is a vent room where a gush of wind will suddenly overtake your whole body if you stand on a particular spot… that’s where I go to forget.”

“So it’s a thinking day, not a forgetting day?” I prod further, wanting more information. For a complete stranger, he is very open and has kind eyes.

“I already tried the spot to forget,” he cheekily admits, “but I just couldn’t get my mind off things.”

“Off what?”

“Everything… you don’t want to know,” he says, shaking his head and looking down to my eyes from the side.

“I’m not the kind of woman to ask something she doesn’t want to know,” I reassure.

“Ok, well, I have just sat in a therapy session with my… wife? I suppose,” he shrugs.

“You don’t know whether you have a wife or not?” I lighten the mood by smirking at him. He responds with a small snigger.

“Pretty much. There’s a ring on my finger, on paper I am technically married, my heart however… is all over the place…” He sighs heavily. “I’m sorry, I really don’t want to just off-load all my problems on a complete stranger.”

“Amelia,” I say, holding my hand out and smiling.

“Owen.” He frowns with a smile, and turns his body a little to take my hand. His warm, rough fingers lace into my palm and shake- it’s a firm, strong grip but a light shake and I feel bolts of electricity take my heart by surprise.

“Well, now we’re not complete strangers, you can carry on.” He laughs, realising what I’ve done, and when his face brightens with the sound, I feel like I’ve accomplished something with my day by making him smile. Something more than fixing my friend’s, son’s, mother’s brain tumour with Derek even…

“My wife works, it’s what she does. She doesn’t want a family, no kids, nothing. She loves me, I love her. I know we’re meant to be, we’re soulmates, she completes me… but how can someone not want kids, ever? How can someone be satisfied with not leaving an impact on the world?”

“I’m not sure that’s fair…” I reply, sticking up for the wife. The feminist in me is outraged at his comment but the drug-addict who recently lost her junky fiancee is on his side. I’m torn.

“Don’t get me wrong, she will completely change the face of medicine. My wife will leave an impact on the medical world, there is no doubt in my mind about that… but what about our love?”

“That’s a bit selfish of you, no?”

“Wow, you’re honest,” he says, taken aback by a stranger telling him he’s wrong.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve just admitted to me that you know your wife will change the face of medicine and therefore millions of peoples lives for generations to come, but that’s not good enough for you? Because it doesn’t involve you and your genes?”

“I just meant I want something to show for our love,” he argues back.

“Your marriage? Your support for her destined success? You’re such a man…”

“I’m not, I just… I’m just…”

“You’re just thinking, that’s all,” I finish for him, “and realisitcally, the feminist inside me is just playing devils advocate right now.”

He amusedly sniffs next to me as I lighten the mood with an elbow nudge.

“I actually think kids would be kind of… yeah…” I can’t finish the sentence. The last time I had this discussion, I was high as a kite with Ryan in a bed, and settling on four. Four children, two of each kind so none of them got lonely.

“Kind of… yeah?” he asks.

“Great, if you’re with the right person. But would you want to have the mother of your children resenting them for ruining her life?”

“They wouldn’t, she would change her mind, I just know she’d love them with all her being.”

“Unless you could 100% guarantee that happening, I don’t see why you would want to bring your children into the world with a mother who would rather be changing the face of medicine,” I say, curious of his stubborn nature. I can’t imagine how his wife feels.

“Hmmmm… I’m sorry… for… you know,” he sighs.

“It’s ok, I asked,” I smile.

“I can leave you my thinking spot for yourself if you’d rather,” he offers, pointing back to the lift.

“No, no no, it’s nice to have some company,” I hurriedly say.

When I think on the roof in L.A., I can’t stand it when people find me. I can’t stand it when I’m interrupted with words that have no business penetrating my inner thoughts from outside sources. If I’m discovered, I just leave. This guy however… he intrigues me. His eyes perhaps? The clenched jaw? Something inside me wants to soothe his pain, wants to talk to him, wants to discuss anything with him, wants to make that jaw relax until its clenched with something other than trouble…

And when his bright smiling eyes meet mine in a clash of the blues, I feel my pulse increase speed in my neck and a little flush creep into my cheeks.

I think I have a crush.

Breaking You Open

Here you go Grey, this is some fucked up shit and I hope you like it sweetie. To anyone who didn’t have to watch me work on this last night, there’s torture in this one again. TORTURE. And magic. And fun stuff. And Bill pretty heavily fucking with Dipper and torturing Mabel in front of him while possessing her body in order to get exactly what he wants from the kid. If you wanna read that, go, be free. If not, I won’t hold it against you.

-o-

“Don’t look away Pine Tree.” Bill cooed and Dipper flinched as Mabel’s warm, small hands cupped his cheeks. “Keep your eeeyes on the prize.” With those words he pulled away, leaving the teen stuck to the tree, arms bound and expression drawn in anger. Bill grinned wide and smug with his twin’s lips. “Yeah kid, just like that.”

“Bill-” the demon waved his hand and Dipper’s mouth snapped shut.

“Nu uh kid.” Bill tutted, shaking his finger in a taunting reprimand. “It isn’t time for audience participation.” His smirk widened, “yet.” With that he shot his, her, their hand straight out with a flourish.

“See these lovely finger nails?” He hummed turning the hand from side to side. Mabel’s eyebrows wiggled as Bill brought up her opposite hand and pinched over the tip of her middle finger. “I will now make them,” grin widening her tugged, pulling the nail free, “disappear!” Dipper screamed behind his gagged lips, his body trying futilely to shoot forward as blood dripped down his sister’s finger. Bill snickered as he examined the nail before tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.

“If you liked that one,” the demon gripped another nail, “you’re really gonna like this one kid.” And just like the first it was tugged free and tossed away. Dipper’s eyes were wide and horrified as the demon proceeded to pull out all of his sister’s nails one by one. When there were none left he waved her shaking fingers. “Ta da!” He cheered. “And now, for my next trick!” His smile blew wider and he brought his bloody fingers up to her mouth. “I’m gonna take the gleam out of Shooting Stars smile.”

His hand twirled once and a pair of pliers appeared which he gripped quickly. He pushed them into Mabel’s mouth, catching one of the wires of her braces and tugging. A grunt escaped them as the tooth said wire was attached to refused to give it up and he tugged harder. After a few seconds it came out, taking that first tooth along with it. “Ah!’ He laughed, “oops.” he snickered around the pliers and the bleeding gums and bits of wire.

This time he flared a bit of power to keep the majority of them from coming out quite so easily. Even so, one or two followed the first one out. It was worth it for the tears rolling down Dipper’s pale face as he took the pliers out, a mangled heap of wires and teeth hanging from the end. The demon spit out a glob of blood and dropped the pliers, teeth and all. “Ah, haha,” he laughed as he rubbed Mabel’s jaw, blood dribbling slowly down her cheeks and further staining her hands, “ow.”

He grinned a wide, bloody grin at Dipper and approached the bound and silent teeth. “Good thing Shooting Star still had some baby teeth huh Pine Tree?”

Dipper glared at him weakly and Bill snickered, cupping his cheeks once again and this time Dipper slammed his head back into the tree. His face scrunched into a look of utter pain as this didn’t stop his sister’s blood smeared fingers from touching his skin. “You look so tense kid.” Bill cooed and more blood dropped down Mabel’s chin. “Don’t you like the show?”
He pressed forward, forehead pressing against Dipper’s and wide yellow eyes staring into watery brown. “No need to be such a critic.” He nuzzled their noses together. “After all, Shooting Star is just dying to show you the rest.”

Dipper’s glare turned fiercer and a tad more desperate and he pushed forward again, managing about a centimeter before Bill’s power tugged him back flush against the tree. Bill raised an eyebrow at the display. “Feisty as always huh Pine Tree?” He teased stepping back. His lips tugged into less of a grin and more of a smirk. “Keep it up kid,” he dropped to the ground legs sprawled out and hand pressed flat against the dirt, “this is more fun when I can watch you squirm.

The demon twirled his hand again and this time a hammer appeared. He spun it around while dramatically declaring, “And now, I will saw her in half!” He then snickered as Dipper’s eyes blew ever wider and his face went impossibly paler. “Sheesh kid it was a joke, does this look like a saw to you?” The demon continued to laugh for a moment, “oh man, no, no. I’m just gonna smash her fingers.”

And then without further ado he brought the hammer down across one of her fingers. It snapped with a sickening crack and when he brought it away bits of bone were sticking out of the skin of her now twisted finger.

“Ha! That was more fun then I expected!” He winked at Dipper who was practically vibrating with rage, the air around him popping occasionally. Bill hummed, low and pleased as he resting Mabel’s chin in the hand holding the hammer. “Oooh, kid. You’re giving me one scary look right now.” His smirk was covetous and dark. “You’re really tapping into something there aren’t you?”

A contemplative hum left him and he continued to watch Dipper, wanting and considering. “If I smash every bone in her body,” he drawled at last, raising the hammer again, “I wonder what you’ll do.” He brought the hammer down again, smashing another of Mabel’s long slender finger’s to pieces. The quiet crack seemed to echo, the only sound for miles and seconds later the tree Dipper was bound to exploded. Before Bill could say a word the teen threw himself at him, slamming him to the ground, his hands balled in the neck of Mabel’s sweater.

“Let, her, go.” He hissed eyes flashing with sparks of blue, the air around him hummed hot and heavy like a heat wave. Bill merely grinned looking utterly pleased.

“There’s the look I was waiting for Pine Tree.” He purred, eyes narrowed and triumphant even as Dipper’s grip tightened so much that he started digging little bloody trenches into the palms of his hands. “I always liked the fire in your eyes kid,” a chuckle, “but I gotta admit, I’m kinda digging the lightning.”

“Bill!” Dipper snapped and the blue in his eyes flared brighter.

“Yeah kid,” Bill sighed and his own eyes flashed briefly red.”Keep it up. Come on, what’ll you do if I don’t give Shooting Star her strings back?”

The teen sneered. “I will burn you out of her.”

Bill shuddered and laughed. “Pine Tree,” the demon’s voice practically caressed the words, “you’re really getting to me kid.” He bared Mabel’s bloody teeth fiercely. “I think I might just have to give you what you want.” Mabel went limp then, eyes falling shut and suddenly Dipper was blown backwards, landing with a grunt. Long fingers wrapped around his wrists and pinned them to the ground.

His eyes, which had shut for a moment opened and narrowed at the blonde demon now hovering over him. “Bill-”

“I love it when you say my name like that.” He purred nuzzling at the curve of Dipper’s jaw.

“Bastard.” The brunette hissed and the ground shook under them. Bill snickered and nipped at his throat.

“Its all just oozing out of you now, isn’t it Pine Tree?” The shapeshifter remarked teasingly. “You’re a veritable fountain kiddo.”

“Get-” He cut himself off with a gasp as one of Bill’s nips turned harsh enough to draw blood and around them a tree snapped in half. “Bill!”

“Reign it in Pine Tree.” The blonde hummed licking at his throat. “You don’t want to accidentally break Shooting Star more do you?” He snickered. “She’s so fragile after all.”

The tree’s shook and a few more cracked and shattered as Dipper’s eyes crackled ever brighter. “You son of a bitch.” Dipper snarled.

“Don’t have a mother kid.” Bill corrected absently. “Now focus. Get it under control or you really will break her.” He glanced up and around and laughed. “You’ll break a lot of things actually. But I’ll be fine, and if you fail this time then I’ll just rewind time and we’ll do this again and again until you can hold onto it.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the glaring teen. “How about it Pine Tree, you wanna spend eternity with me?”

“Hell no.” The brunette grunted back, eyes screwed up and body tense because damn it Bill was right. Whatever this thing was, if he didn’t get it under control it could really hurt Mabel. And she’d already been hurt enough.

“Too bad.” Bill sighed and the beginnings of Dipper’s fragile control wavered at the note of longing in the demon’s voice. “That could’ve been fun.” A snicker and a kiss pressed easily against his cheek. “Oh well, I’ll win you over eventually kid.”

Dipper sneered but refused to comment, he had to focus. Had to ignore Bill and get a grip on this white hot ball of energy burning inside of him. “There ya go Pine Tree.” Bill praised as the ground stopped shaking and the energy inside of him cooled to a dull roar. “Hold onto it, use it not the other way around.”

“Fuck you.” Dipper muttered half halfheartedly, to drained to formulate a better retort.

The demon snickered into his shoulder. “Still so fiery.” He teased sitting up and watching Dipper’s face steadily relax as the teen fell unconscious. “How cute,” he cooed stroking his hand through that brown mop of hair. “You’re all worn out aren’t you Pine Tree?”

The teen didn’t respond, already too lost to sleep to say anything. Bill hummed softly and pressed a chaste but lingering kiss to slack, pink lips. “We’re really gonna have some fun kid.” He told him as he floated to his feet. A crook of his finger had Dipper drifting up into his arms seconds later. “You can’t even imagine the things I can teach you, and when I’m done,” his smirk blew wide and terrible, “no one will be able to stop us.”

And then they were gone leaving nothing but silence and ruin and Mabel Pines lying cold, broken and alone on the forest floor.

BTS Reaction to their crush holding a butterfly

Originally posted by forjimin

Namjoon: Namjoon would find it to be really cute and special, and he would laugh softly as he nudged your shoulder gently to point at the small butterfly sticking to your sleeve. You two would both fawn over it, and you’d even nickname it “Buddy” and pretend as though he were your son. You would walk around a bit more afterwards, careful to take care of Buddy until he made the decision to leave on his own. Namjoon would probably enhance the joke by dropping to his knees and dramatically mourning the loss of your butterfly together, and it would make you two closer.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Suga: Suga would literally turn into a child in front of your eyes, he would get so excited that his entire face would just light up with happiness and his mouth would widen to form a broad smile. He would be so happy that a little butterfly had decided to rest its wings right on your hand, and he would be taking selfies and pictures of it which would leave you laughing hysterically. He would find it to be really special for some reason, and he would fall in love with how endearing you and the aspect of a butterfly landing on you was. His enthusiasm would crack you up.

Originally posted by kimjoonies

Jin: Your situation with Jin would be another story because the two of you would first find the butterfly to be adorable and special, however the little thing would refuse to get off your hand and neither of you would have the heart to force it to leave. You would take it around with you all day, and despite how careful you had to be not to harm it, you would both grow so attatched and it would truly be a crazy and wonderful time. Jin would even want to take a picture of you two together to comemorate that afternoon, and he would be a little jealous because he would be the one who wanted to hold your hand. 

Originally posted by hoseokshit

J-Hope: J-Hope would get excited just because now the two of you had another friend! you guys would be at a wedding together in the summer, having decided to play hide and seek with the other members. You and him would have paired up and chosed to take a stroll in a garden, hiding behind the multiple and thick bushes when suddenly, a little butterfly attatched itself to your shoulder. He would gasp and step away, shaking his hands as he exclaimed that it was a sign of good luck and that you two had a high chance of winning.

Originally posted by mint-ee

Jimin: When you two went to the zoo together and visited the butterfly garden, Jimin would be so excited as he described that he couldn’t wait to hold some butterflies close and examine them. He would have been talking about it all day, yet when the two of you entered, an entire flock of the insects would fly right on you and he would be bare of the multicolored wings. You two would be hysterically laughing at how rejected he was, and you would offer him a few which would make him feel better and realize how sweet you were.

Originally posted by b-sonyeondan

V: I think that V would be the only one a little afraid of the insect just because of the position that it was in and the fact that it just freaked him out. It would be more of a brown moth, and the thing is that it would attatch itself to your face and he would shudder at the sight and be torn between helping you because you were also scared and running away. He would gently shoo the insect away with shaking hands as he yelped from fright and grabbed your hand, leading you away at a full sprint as he whined about the experience of touching the fluffy creature.

Originally posted by pangguk

Jungkook: You and Jungkook would be on a date at the park, and you would be wearing a very pretty orange and black top. You would have done a lot of things outdoors, but when it was time to stop at a cafe to have some lunch and refreshments, he would be closely inspecting the fabric to realize with a confused expression that there had been a butterfly hanging on to your shirt the entire time! He would bring it up and laugh softly, telling you that you two hadn’t been alone on your date after all, and while holding hands, you guys would release it outside.

Quote of the day

Originally posted by jjungkook

Warnings: A late night book talk on Valentines Day can’t do any harm right? So let’s have a little fun. Rated V for very smutty.


“He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.” 

I gaze at Namjoon from the rim of my book. His face is half hidden behind the cover of Reflected in You, the sequel to the book I’m reading. It was a recommendation from him, as well as a Valentine Day’s present. I told him once somewhere last year that I was looking for something new to dive in, a different genre of text that can keep me engage for hours. So tonight, the day lovers celebrate their relationship, a book titled Bared to You wrapped in pretty pastel pink paper with little heart shaped patterns was given to me. I can’t quite figure out the purpose of giving me an erotic romance novel. Was it because I was lacking of romance in our sex life? Or because… Never mind.

The view of Namjoon immersing himself in the words written of the ivory pages, occasionally fixing his round glasses every time they slide off the bridge of his nose is unexpectedly amusing. It’s hard to deny that the content of the book is heating my body up, with the addition of Namjoon’s existence. My mind is so keen on imagining him as Gideon and me as Eva that my temperature is rising to match the burning fireplace. He suddenly glare at me. I can feel my heart bounces off my chest.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like the book?” He puts the book on his lap.

“No… It’s not that…” I mumble with the embarrassment of being caught red handed. “There are just a lot in here that I want to share with you.”

Namjoon tilts his head at my excuse. “Like a book talk?”

“Yeah… I want to hear about your book, too.”

He seems thrilled of the idea and immediately jumps into the interrogation. “So which is your favorite part so far?”

“Well this part…” I clear my throat. “Chicks before dicks, and all that.”

He bursts out laughing, stirring up the subtle air around us. His laugh makes me laugh too. It has always been contagious ever since I’ve known Kim Namjoon. But the irony is now, we are laughing over such dirty jokes instead of some late night talk show.

“Great taste.” He compliments.

“Well it’s very well written.” I shrug, acting all cool and confident with the ignorance of the thousand other parts that blush my two cheekbones. “Your turn.”

Namjoon’s flips through the pages. He examines every single detail carefully, struggling to decide which one he would like to share. I wonder what his criteria are, since the way his brain processes never fail to exceed my expectation. He somehow manages to make the sandy sound of paper rubbing into each other calm and collected. It doesn’t sound like he’s rushing, but enjoying the fresh scent of a brand new book.

“I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If I can have that, nothing else matters.” The words coming out of his mouth lightens my heart. The sentence sounds so simple, yet it creates so many different layers of feeling that I can never peel off to the end. He looks at me dearly, squeezing my tiny feet tighter between his feet. His smoky silver hair appears to be fluffier once it’s dry. With his black long sleeves hanging loosing on his shoulders, flaunting the depth of his collarbones, Namjoon himself is truly aesthetic.

“That’s romantic.” I smile softly.

“And very idealistic.” He adds.

“Do they have sex after he says that?” My body leans forward.

“Finish the first book then read this to find out.” His eyes widen looking at the book on my lap. “I don’t want to spoil you with any juicy stuffs.”

I pout, crawling towards him. “Why not?” Swiftly like a cat, I find myself on top of him. It must be because of the book that I recklessly start this whole situation. My hand goes on his dick, takes it into my hand and rubs up and down gently. “What do they do next?”

Namjoon lies back on the couch, dropping his book on the floor. “If she keeps provoking him, she may regret it later.” I can tell by the look on his face that he is suffocating because of my hand. So free the beast inside him and let me write the next chapters of this novel.

“He would be surprise if he knew how wet she was.” I whisper into his ear, unleashing something that once it’s out, it can’t be tamed. He sits up, making me fall backwards down on the couch and now our position is switched. His hands grab on my shorts and pull them down. He traces his fingers on my high socks up to my rosy pink panties, all were bought by him from my last birthday. Thongs and see through fish net high thighs were never his interest. But when I put on things that he bought: mostly cute pastel panties and white knitted or kitten high socks, his orgasm flies out of the roof.

“Look at daddy’s little girl!” Namjoon strokes my hair then sends his hand down to squeeze my ass. I yelp, a normal reaction of being surprise, but a taboo when we’re having sex. He spanks my ass, making me squirm under the umbrella of his body. The throb still feels so real even when his hand has left. “Did I allow you to speak?” Another smack lands on his butt cheek, this time even harder. He spreads my legs, noticing a darker and damper spot between my thighs as it slowly expand its territory. The way he looks at me stuffs more embarrassment into me, knowing that I’m wetting on his favorite panties. I would be more than lucky if tonight we only stop at spanking.

Namjoon slaps my ass again, multiple times in a row. Rather than pain, the wet spot between my thighs keep spreading wider. The cycle of breaking the rules and receiving punishments seems to be endless for me. He turns my body around and places his hands on my neck. They start pressing down onto the couch. The pressure of his strength and my muscles encounters, blocking the pathway of my breath. My body starts to numb from the tip of my toes and fingers. I trade my ability to feel for this strange sensuality. His image becomes foggy in front of my eyes as they struggle to open. I grab tightly on his wrists, trying to get rid of this compressed air that is choking my lungs. Just when I think everything’s over, he releases me. The pain on my neck leaves marks of his fingers and the natural redness of the skin when being pressed for too long. I gag out the toxic is my throat as I realize the disappearance of the sensuality from earlier.

Namjoon pulls me up from my wrists and pin the on my back. He slams my body into the wall so that my cheek sticks on the cold bricks. His hand releases my wrists but quickly grips on my hair. He yanks my head backwards, putting my face up to the sky. My back makes a letter C with my ass heading towards him. He uses the other hand to pull down my panties as well as his own bottoms. Slowly, his dick was penetrated in me from behind. The faster he thrusts into me, the tighter he holds on to my hair. I drips more than I usually do. Namjoon keeps on grinding into me with anything but mercy. Drops of sweat tickles my skin as my nails dig into the wall.

“Scream for me baby girl. Let me know how good you’re feeling.” He clenches his teeth.

“Ah…” I breathe. “Daddy…” Now that he lets me talk, I find myself lack of words to describe my emotions. I scream, from the top of my lungs, so that even though I can’t speak he still knows how pleasurable it is to have him inside me. Juice starts to drip from my core to the sides of my thighs, gradually come down to wet my socks. It takes him a short while to shoot his cum inside me. He feels warm inside my tensed pelvis and trembling core. The sound of his dick as it comes out of my core tells me how wet be both are. I flop down, sitting on my sore ass as I let my feet shudder without control. Namjoon sits down beside me. Placing my head on his chest, he embraces me passionately. My eyes close. I drift away into the endless happiness of a happy ending story.


Thank you for the inspiration @khoifeesh and @malef-minhan~ Happy Valentines Day to you all! I love you~

Stay With Me

                            “I just– I just need some consistency.”
                                                   "I know.“ 
      “I need to know that you’re not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently." 
                           "And I can’t give you that. Nobody can." 

                                                                        - 500 Days Of Summer 

Jack likes to run. He likes to get out before people think they know him, because that’s the point. They don’t. They can’t. 

But then there’s Rapunzel. She comes pretty close, sometimes. And its only natural for him to feel like running. So he steps away, becomes someone else, for a bit. Not leaving a single fingerprint, clue, or anything else that can be an indicator to his feelings. 

Feelings mean hurt, and Jack likes to stay safe. 

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50 Posts for The Monkees’ 50th Anniversary

Post Nine: Fairy Tale

If there is one thing that comes to people’s minds first when they think of The Monkees aside from their music, it’s their humor.

There is, of course, the humor on their TV show. But comedy also managed to touch their music catalog, their concert performances, and even their press conferences and interviews. What’s also notable is that the humor could go all over the place. It could be quite satirical and topical or it could be physical and timeless. Thus, no matter what you’re talking about in regards to The Monkees, comedy is going to play a role in it at some point.

Still, a lot of that humor tended to run in fairly predictable lines. The show had its usual mix of Marx-Brothers style humor with some satire thrown in. The albums would sometimes feature studio fun and novelty songs. The concerts and appearances tended to lean toward a cute, somewhat corny, but zanier brand of fun. Also, the show itself tended to follow certain formulas and setups (which is typical for TV) with the guys landing in trouble and trying to dig their way out of it.

However, as well understood as the humor of The Monkees was and as familiar as the structure of the show tended to be, an episode like Fairy Tale proved that the guys could always go one step further in challenging those expectations.

Fairy Tale is such a delightfully bizarre episode; it’s hard to know where to start when talking about what I love about it. I think the first thing I think of in relation to this episode is the story. Monkees episodes tended to have minimal, uncomplicated plots, but the stories in season two often spun out of control into chaos. By that point, the fun was in keeping up with the weirdness that kept appearing onscreen. Still, for all its oddities, Fairy Tale has a pretty straightforward plot that follows an ancient tradition of quests and goals. It has a comforting structure that feels both familiar and fun. Granted, it all falls to pieces at the very end, but even that is redeemed by one of the best fourth-wall breaking moments ever.

Naturally, the very next thing that must be mentioned is the humor. While this episode takes on the basic outline of a traditional fairy tale, its execution is anything but typical, or at times, sane. The audience is given willfully cheap, fake-looking sets for the action to happen in and the guys (except for Peter) take turns playing more than one character within this strange little world. The humor goes from pure physical comedy of Peter playing bridge and the guys slapping together magic accessories to subversive satire with references to sex and drugs thrown in for good measure, such as Micky the Goldielocks letting us know that Papa Bear wanted him to “stick around”. It’s a great example of how comedy can be written for both older and younger audiences while not cheating either group.

Of course, no discussion of Fairy Tale would be complete without mentioning what has to be the stand-out performance in this episode: Michael Nesmith portraying the unforgettable Princess Gwen. The story supposedly goes that they were originally thinking of casting a woman in the role, the same woman who ended up being the fairy godmother to be precise. However, for whatever reason, Nez decided to tackle the role and the crew involved in making the show decided to go along with the idea. This turned out to be a fortuitous set of decisions because it could be argued that Princess Gwen made sure that this would be one of the most memorable episodes of the entire show.

The interesting thing is, it’s not just the sight of Nez in a dress or his using a screechy voice that makes this so funny. Nez proves that he has a true flair for warped comedy with the way that he used details to enhance his performance. So it’s not just the dress, wig or voice. It’s the fact that he added in makeup and false eyelashes. It’s how he made absolutely no attempt to hide his sideburns (and even has his alternate self comment on them!). It’s the way he slips into a bizarre blend of his feminine and regular voice for those times when he has Gwen be menacing (“Harold, you better get this carriage out of the mud!”). It’s his use of facial expressions to emphasize prissiness, impatience and a knowing nod to the ridiculousness of what was happening around him…er, her. In other words, Nez didn’t just rely on the crutch of being in drag to propel the humor. He fully immersed himself into the character to flesh out the inherent comedy Gwen brings to the table.

The icing on this odd cake is the interview at the end. Attempts to question Mike about his decision to portray Gwen are met with a strange (even for Nez) denial that it ever happened. Despite the fact that the audience would have just finished watching him be a princess for this episode. However, the hilarity of Nez rejecting the notion that he ever played Gwen doesn’t quite overshadow the classic bit of goofiness when Davy makes a joke about how Christian might react to his father’s performance with his “same as a Jew” line. That in itself merits an eye-roll and maybe a chuckle. But it’s Micky’s delayed understanding of the joke that makes that moment comedy gold.

In a complete reversal of his original, post-episode stance, Nez has admitted that Fairy Tale is one of his favorite Monkees episodes. Not surprisingly, it also stands as a favorite among the fans. I don’t think this consensus of opinion is any coincidence. Instead, I think that it demonstrates how this episode has that wonderful synergy of delighting its creators and its audience. There’s a lovely connection of humor between the guys and the fans.

It also stands as a perfect example of how the comedy of The Monkees could be just as thoughtful, clever and important as the serious aspects of their style and innovations.