Matthias: sleeps it right off. Takes him max two days to get rid of it. Coughs maybe once. This pisses Nina offffff. Rises and shines like the secret tulip he is. “Cold? What cold? I live in the ice.”
Nina: loathes being sick. Even just the sniffles. Doesn’t want to be seen except not really. Could she eliminate it with her heart rending? Probably. But she won’t because everyone lavishes attention on her and she LOVES IT. Mattias babies her and so does Inej. Milks it as long as she can #DramaQueen
Jesper: Also #DramaQueen. But actually grumpier than Nina can be because he has to rest to get better and what is rest??? Loves Wylan taking care of him though. Very verbal about being cut down in the prime of life by the cold while wylan just shakes his head and spoon feeds him soup.
Wylan: (brought to you by my friend betterthanwaffles). Tries to hide being sick. Doesn’t want people to know because Jan Van DICK would get mad at him and call him weak. Not sure how Jesper found out, but suddenly Wy’s tucked in bed with blankets and tissues up to the gills. *cough cough Kaz told Jesper*
Kuwei: wants Jesper’s attention but he’s getting over it. Knows chemistry so well he can usually shake the cold quickly with different concoctions. Very quiet while sick. Sucks on cough drops obsessively.
Inej: tries to go about her business. Doesn’t exactly hide it, but doesn’t want a fuss. Nina wants to fuss so bad, so Inej avoids her as much as she can. Then Kaz hears her cough while trying to sneak in his office and he sends her straight to bed and sics Nina on her. Says it’s because he can’t afford a Wraith who gives herself away sneezing everywhere. Actually he is in love and brings her medicines and tissues on the sly. She knows.
Kaz: immune. The germs just burst into microscopic flame.
I want it to be you.
I want to be the lucky one, the
one who wakes up with you
on a Saturday afternoon.
The one who kisses you goodnight
even if I’m still mad at you.
I want so badly
to get to write about you, for
the rest of my life;
without getting my heart broken.
I look at you and I see
so much more than a home.
I want it to be you
for as long as possible.
❝ you may leave school, but school never leaves you. ❞
❝ things don’t change. we change. ❞
❝ do you know who i am? ❞
❝ i’m gonna tell her that i love her. ❞ ❝ you have some jalapeno sauce here , next to this jar of eyeballs. ❞ ❝ talk to me , i’m fluent in genius. ❞
❝ and this is why i cook alone. ❞
❝ so when do we get to drink the wine? ❞
❝ don’t answer a question with a question! ❞
❝ you’re see beauty in everything and everyone no matter where you go. ❞
❝ you’re on speaker , so behave. ❞ ❝ or what? you’ll spank me? ❞
❝ you know i love you , right? ❞
❝ i know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind. ❞
❝ i’ve got a glock levelled at your croch. ❞
❝ i need to know that i can be human. ❞
❝ you’re afraid you’ve let people down? ❞
❝ that’s the sweetest and saddest thing i’ve ever heard. ❞
❝ i think deep down , we’re all capable of unspeakable things. ❞
❝ there are things we don’t want to happen but have to accept. ❞
❝ we save one life , we save the world. ❞
❝ can you imagine my mom in a mule? ❞
❝ everybody wants to go to heaven , but nobody wants to die. ❞ ❝ right now , what’s my worst quality? ❞
❝ just keep it clean and don’t call me honey. ❞
❝ sexy accent , badge and gun. just your type. ❞
❝ if you want to be mad at someone , be mad at me. ❞
❝ people need to know that they’re important. ❞ ❝ what , did you join a boyband? ❞
❝ hey , wanna read? i always read when i’m anxious. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you were a bad flyer. ❞ ❝ sit down and shut up. ❞
❝ i like knocking. ❞
❝ you know what? i’m done being nice. ❞
❝ do not make me hurt you. ❞
❝ now i have that memory burned in my mind for the rest of my life. ❞
❝ hey , what’s with you? you need a hug or something? ❞
❝ no , i understand. i just don’t care. ❞
I think this is reading a book together? Yes? Ok. let’s do this.
Keith’s old shack smells of wood varnish and old paper. Specks of dust shine and dance in the beams of afternoon sun, and Keith sits in the centre of his small living room surrounded by boxes. He flicks through a book and smiles fondly at the familiar faces that look up at him.
“Hey babe! Can we donate all these crop jackets?!” Lance’s voice calls from the bedroom.
“No!” Keith yells back.
“But they don’t even fit you anymore! And I don’t want these fashion disasters in our apartment!”
Our apartment. Keith’s heart thrums at those words. His grin blooms across his face.
“I think I can make them fit!” He laughs.
Soft foot falls announce Lance’s entrance into the living room. he lets out a suffering sigh.
“Babe. Babe. Look. Babe look at this.”
Keith looks up. On the other side of the room Lance stands wearing one of his crop jackets. It reaches just barely under his pecks. The sleeves reach just under his elbow, and the seams at the shoulder look like they’ll burt.
“There’s no way you can wear these anymore.” He deadpans.
“I’m smaller than you. Not my fault you got insanely ripped.”
“Keith! You’re not 16 anymore!” Lance implores. “And your biceps are way bigger than mine.” To prove it to him, Lance runs up behind Keith and grabs his shoulders. He gently sways them from side to side and runs his hands admiringly up and down his boyfriend’s arms.
“Bench press me, baby. I know you can.”
“Laaaaance,” Keith laughs. Lance chuckles and leans forward. His arms wrap around Keith’s neck and he rests his chin on top of his head. His long legs slot next to Keith’s easily.
“Is it weird being back here?” Lance asks quietly. Keith leans into Lance’s chest.
“Yeah….” He sighs. “But it’s nice… being here with you. Getting that sense of closure, you know?”
“Yeah. It’s nice to…” Lance looks down and spies the book in Keith’s lap. He freezes.
“Nooooo way.” He whispers. He moves to look over Keith’s shoulder, and his arms tuck under Keith’s. He reaches forward and takes the book from Keith’s hands, flicking it closed and staring at the cover.
Garrison 2063 Yearbook
“Holy shit…” Lance whispers. Keith chuckles and it rumbles against him.
“I know, right? I found it while packing.”
“We have to keep this.”
“Absolutely.” Keith smiles. “Here wanna see something crazy?” He excitedly flicks to a page. A small photo of Pidge looks up at them. Hair cut short. Glasses comically big on her small face.
“OOOOHHHHHH my god.” Lance squeals gleefully. “WHAT A TINY BABY.”
Keith giggles. “Remember how you thought she was a boy?”
“Look at this photo! You can’t blame me! Look at this tiny androgynous child.” They both laugh. Lance’s muscular forearms wrap and squeeze around his boyfriend’s stomach.
“There’s also this.” Keith holds up a new page. Hunk’s 17 year old face beams up at them. There’s the mature eyes that Keith and Lance are used to, but there are traces of baby fat around his jaw. His trademark orange headband is also much brighter than either of them remember it being. Years of sweat, sun and being blown into space have since turned his headband almost a pastel colour.
“Was Hunk ever small?”
“As someone who’s known him since we were 10…” Lance pauses. “No.” He laughs. “Dude could pick up most of our teachers from the time he was 12. I know this because I dared him to.”
Keith shakes his head.
“I don’t doubt it.”
They continue to flip through pages. Some faces they barely recognise, others have been completely lost to time. They reach the staff pages and Keith and Lance proceed to flip off Iverson and the other instructors that expelled Keith.
There’s a sharp intake of breath.
In the staff section, smiling up with a handsome face and beautiful dark hair is Shiro. Both of his arms are clearly visible, and there’s no scar marking his face. His eyes gleam with youthful optimism. Guilt churns in Keith’s stomach.
“God…” He deflates. “He looks so young.”
Lance squeezes him tightly.
“He certainly… has changed.” He presses a kiss to Keith’s temple and brushes his fingers along a scar that courses through his eyebrow. Keith looks down to see Lance’s prosthetic foot nudging his thigh.
“But so have we.” Lance smiles. “We’re all ok. Shirt’s ok now. And while things were hard…” He presses another quick kiss to Keith’s cheek. “I wouldn’t change anything.”
Keith turns his head towards his boyfriend. His mouth quirks into a grin and he presses a smiling kiss to Lance’s lips.
“Also…” Lance smirks. His hands hurriedly flick through the pages until he barks out a laugh.
“Can you PLEASE admit that you had a fucking mullet?” He cackles. Keith looks down at the photo and groans loudly.
“Oh my god, look at this child.” He sighs. “Why is he so moody?!” He yells at his 16 year old self.
“You stupid boy, you don’t even know you’re an alien yet! No one’s shooting at you! Your life is great!” Keith yells. Lance howls with laughter behind him.
“I think he’s mad…” Lance wheezes, “Because he’s super fucking gay for this handsome boy here…” Lance points at the photo of his teenager self, “But this boy thinks he’s an asshole.”
Keith coos at the photo of Lance. He brings the book closer to his face and smiles dopily.
“God you were cute.”
“Were?” Lance blusters.
Keith hums. He rotates and leans into Lance’s chest. A low chuckle escapes him.
“You’ve become the hottest and most handsome person in the universe.” He runs his hands across Lance’s broad chest.
“And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
The yearbook lies forgotten on the floor as Lance leans down to languidly kiss Keith until the afternoon sun slips into the horizon.
hey, i don't know if you write smut, but in honor of the leaked scene, could you write a established!bughead drabble, where he climbs her window and is all flirty? (doesn't have to be smut tho, just a hot make out).. i love your writing btw
(Okay, a little disclaimer. First of all, this is not full on smut, it’s just a hot, slightly smutty make out. Second of all, I didn’t make it full on smut, not because I didn’t want to (believe me Cole tempts me to sin and sin badly) but because I didn’t feel that Bughead’s first time would be like that and I didn’t want to write a random smut without first writing about Jughead not being sure about his sexuality and him and Betty generally testing the waters and all of the other normal things teenagers go through. I intend to write something like that because, asexual Jughead or not, Betty and Jughead are two teens that have a natural naivety and a mutual respect to one another so I believe that, as we saw in the kiss too, they would be timid and taking their time with exploring what they are comfortable with and testing their limits. So I left that for another one-shot. As for the part that Jughead might be asexual. I respect that and I’m not trying to erase anything of his (possible) character here. For what I have read and heard from other ace people and friends, yes, he can still be asexual. Asexuality is a sexual orientation, sexual behavior does not change that. Like every other sexuality it has subcategories; the “I dislike sex”, the “I find it ok, but I do not engage in it often”, the “I’m asexual but my partner makes me feel good” etc. In my mind, as I became older and kept reading the comics and understanding more about sexuality and educating myself on the topic, Jughead fell to the third category for me. That he was being somebody with maybe a lower level of sexual interest but with sexual drive nontheless. So that’s what I have in my mind while watching Riverdale and writing this one-shot and the possible others that will revolve around this topic in the future.
Sorry that was so long, I just wanted to set some things straight and by all means I’m not trying to offend anybody. Everybody ships what they want to ship and that’s perfectly ok! Ship wars are just tiring and pointless so everybody stay calm and respect everyone’s opinions. And if Jughead does end up being asexual with no need to engage in any sexual activities then sure, everyone should be again perfectly ok and not bitch and moan that he won’t get to have steamy scenes or anything. He is still going to be the most amazing guy in Rivedale either way!
End of my huge rant!! Hope you enjoy guys!! <3)
Is your mom finally asleep?
I think so yeah. Why?
I’m coming up ;)
Betty locked her phone and shot up from her bed,
abandoning her worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights pages first on the mattress
and kicking her covers, a nervous excitement pouring down on her belly as she
heard the familiar crack of careful footsteps on wood. She gave herself a quick
once over on her vanity mirror, checking that her messy bun was intact and
straightening her plain white t-shirt, before kicking off her bunny printed
fuzzy socks of her feet and throwing them under her bed in a hurry. It wasn’t
the fact that he wouldn’t appreciate them, he would and he would probably offer
her that chuckle of his that set free a million butterflies inside her chest,
but her toe nails were painted a lovely baby pink and it was a shame not to
show them off, even though his focus would be on other places, more important
ones. She felt her cheeks heating at that and she quickly grabbed her
strawberry lip balm from her nightstand, applying some on her already soft lips
with her ring finger, knowing that this taste mixed with her own always drove
Since that day that Jughead had climbed up her window
so for her to complain to him about her parents and her family situation, it
seemed that this became a thing for them. At first, he was just sneaking up
because they needed a quiet place to discuss investigation plans and theories,
the office hours of Blue & Gold proving not to be enough. Now, two months
after, the raven haired boy used that ladder almost every night to see his
beautiful girlfriend, cuddle with her and watch movies and most importantly kiss
her like she was the heavenly droplets of water on his always thirsty lips.
Hey, I know it’s been a while but I recently saw Guardians Vol 2 and was inspired, so I hope you like it!
Edit: Also, would anyone like a sequel to this? Let me know if u do!
Traveling with the Guardians is not an easy feat what-so-ever, but in all honesty, as much as I complain, I wouldn’t give it up for the world. Before I spent my time roaming through the galaxy with my new team, I was head nurse for Tony Stark, and when Peter and the rest of his team had met up with the Avengers, I volunteered to go back with them. They had no kind of medical expert on board, and I craved a new sort of adventure. Cap had tried to talk me out of it, said it was too dangerous, to which I told him how much of a stupid hang up that was, seeing as he was a super solider who had fought off aliens himself. He soon realized how silly his initial argument was.
TalesFromTheFrontDesk: "My Son Got Sick In The Pool, So I'd Like a Refund"
Tonight started out like most Wednesday nights; ~100 check-ins that are 99% business travelers. However, a dreadful 3rd party reservation checks in with 5 adults and many, many kids. I let them know that there is a 6 person maximum to the room, and they say most of them aren’t staying. I allow them to proceed, since lots of people gather here (a hotel in the heart of downtown in a major city) for family dinners and such. Hey, maybe they’d get some revenue into the bar and restaurant area anyway. Immediately, I regretted my decision as the parents headed straight to the bar and the kids were left with the room keys and to unpack, wheeling the luggage cart recklessly through the lobby and screaming.
Later on I see that they eat dinner at our restaurant, which is a good thing. Figured they’d head to bed after that, because the kids looked to be between 3-6 yrs old. Nope. The entire party puts on their swimsuits, demands pool toys (which we do not provide to guests), bickers with me a bit because of that, then they were on their way to the pool. Not half an hour later, a woman approaches the front desk dripping wet (wearing socks that were soaked like she was wearing them in the pool too!!! who the F does that) and notifies me her kid “made a mess” in the pool, which I soon found out meant that he spewed (REALLY FRICKEN NASTY FLUID OH MY GOD I AM SCARRED HONESTLY) from both ends in the pool and on the pool deck. I knew we had to evacuate them to clean the mess in both the water and on deck, so I asked her to round everybody up. Cue her screaming at me that they were here to swim, rented the room to swim, so they would swim. Cue me explaining the grossness and safety hazard factor. Cue her telling me that I have the power to fix it in a way that they wouldn’t have to get out of the pool.
She’s screaming at me in front of all the guests in the pool area, so I just got my security guard and he yelled loudly enough to scare the people out of the pool so I could get maintenance in there to chlorine the crap out of the water and pool deck (they’d have to be out of the pool for 30 minutes). She makes a bunch of comments but gets everyone out. After she got dressed, she came to the front desk to complain. Immediately demanded a manager. I let her know that I am the manager on duty. She flips out about the pool situation, and then suddenly has a bunch of other complaints about the hotel/restaurant/bar that she never brought up in the first place (ughhsdlfkj), and started demanding an immediate refund in CASH for her room that she paid for through a 3rd party. I was so close to the end of my shift, and I was so at the end of my rope I had to go in back and let one of my coworkers take her for a minute so I could scream into a pillow. I just was not in the mood to take the heat for guests’ mistakes tonight and was so close to telling that lady to fuck right off. But I didn’t, and for that I am proud. WHY DO PEOPLE THINK THAT BELITTLING US WILL MAKE US DO WHAT THEY WANT. WHY DID SHE NOT UNDERSTAND THAT SWIMMING IN DIAHHREA AND VOMIT WAS NOT A GOOD THING FOR ANYONE INVOLVED. WHY DID SHE FEEL LIKE SHE COULD POSSIBLY BE REFUNDED CASH FOR A THIRD PARTY RES. I AM SO MAD AND I HOPE SHE IS MILDLY INCONVENIENCED EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE.
TL;DR: woman’s kid gets nasty sick in the pool, she refuses to get her party out so we can clean it, demanded cash refund for 3rd party res. Made my life HELL.
Request- Can I request a Jungkook smut where you are not his noona (you are younger or same age, but please not a noona) and you are quite innocent and naive, plus you are a virgin, and Jk and you are best friends, but he has the biggest crush on you, ans he finally confesses to you, and he tells you how much he wanted you and thought of you, and you are all embarrassed, and blushing, and such, cuz you are super innocent, plus is you first time.
Sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you like it. Sorry if it sucks.
This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned!
Your day started off like any other, getting up and ready for class and going to them. Your best friend saved you a seat, Jeon Jungkook. He had been your best friend since you could remember, he was always there. You could talk to him about anything, he was the only person who saw you fro who you truly were and didn’t judge. He always encouraged you to let the world see you, as he thought you were amazing.
Of course Jungkook didn’t tell you everything he thought about you. You thought you and Jungkook had no secrets, but you were wrong. Jungkook had a huge secret you didn’t know, he was in deeply, madly, life consuming in love with you.
For the past two years he knew it, but hid it. Thinking you wouldn’t accept his feelings. He didn’t feel good enough for you, you were so pure and innocent. You weren’t all that experienced, well not at all. You kissed someone before, but it didn’t even consist so tongue. Jungkook thought you were the most pure being in the world, he didn’t want anyone to taint your purity. Well except for maybe him..
“Jungkook?” You sweet voice took Jungkook out of his daze. He looked at you and noticed people getting up and leaving. How long had he spaced out for?
“Is it over?” He asked you with wide eyes, he had dazed out for the whole lecture. Your giigle took him back to reality.
“Yeah, its over. Come on sleepy head, we need coffee. Namjoon’s party starts at nine and goes on til like eight am, and we have to actual stay past two this time.” You push his shoulder. You pack up you stood up and left the lecture hall with Jungkook.
“Hey, I was tired. And is that any way to treat your elder. I don’t think so, little one.” Jungkook slings his arm around your shoulder, walking down the school hall to get a much needed energy boost. To any one passing you would like like a couple, most people did. You acted like a couple it just didn’t include, sex and the titles. You held hands all the time and cuddled and you loved it, because Jungkook was your first love.
What a pickle you both were in, both in love with one another, but not knowing each others feelings. You never thought Jungkook would like you back. He always dated, well not dated fucked, sexy confident girls, that knew what they were doing. You did not. You wouldn’t be confessing to him, not wanting to ruin your friendship and because you were scared as shit. You were just going to ignore your feelings and stomp on them.
You often got jealous of his flings, the way they kissed him, the way his hands were on them it broke your heart a little. You longed to just have him hold you like that, why wouldn’t he?
The day came and went rather fast. In no time you were walking into Namjoon’s apartment, the party already in full swing. You looked around and spotted Jungkook, leaning against a counter in the kitchen. You made your way to him, but your stride was ceased when a tall blonde came into sight. She grab Jungkooks face and kissed him passionately. You turned and made your way back out of the house again. You needed air and to watch a full series of a sappy romantic K-drama to make you feel better.
It was so cliche, all of it. Boy best friend who fucks around, girl loves him but is to scared to say anything. You didn’t want it to be cliche you wanted to not love him in that way. It wasn’t your fault he was so perfect and made you feel like a butterfly.
You were half way through the second episode when Jungkook messaged you. You unwrapped yourself from your warm covers and opened the message.
Jungkook- Where are you? The party isn’t the same without you :(
You scoffed at his message. why couldn’t he just have fun with the blond girl and leave you to lay in despair in peace. You knew you would be talking to him tomorrow anyway, why did he not just enjoy himself. You didn’t like drinking anyway.
You had forgotten to reply to Jungkook, as you were to wrapped up in your drama to care. It was by the fourth episode there was banging at your door. You groan in annoyance, getting up to get the door. You’re startled to see Jungkook when you open the door.
“Jungkook, why aren’t you at the party?” You asked, but Jungkook pushed passed you and entered your apartment. You close the door behind him and follow him into the living room, taking a seat beside him.
“Why did you leave tonight?” His eyes met yours when he finished his sentence. His elbows resting on his knees. His question took you by surprise.
“How did you know I was-” He cut you off.
“Yoongi told me you left straight after you came in. Why did you leave?” You try to think of a believable explanation.
“I wasn’t really feeling well, so I just came home.” You avoided his eyes, you were never a good liar.
“That’s such bullshit. Y/N I think you’re forgetting I’ve known you my whole life, I know when you’re lying.” You can hear the annoyance in his voice, but why was he so mad? You missed one party so what, who gives a fuck. You were beginning to get annoyed as well.
“Why do you care so much? It’s just a stupid fucking party, Namjoon has one every week. So what I missed one.” You stood up and walked across the room. Running your hands over your face in annoyance, just wanting this night to vanish.
“Well it fucking matters to me if you’re not there. Okay, it’s not the same without you.”
“Why would you need me? You have that blonde girl.” You spit out in anger, regretting it the moment you said it.
“Because shes not you, no one will ever be as good as you.” Jungkook stands up taking long strides to you, you walk backwards to put distance between you, until your back is against a wall, he traps you with his arms on either side of your head. You move your head I order not to look at him, but he grabs your chin to make eye contact.
“What I’m about to say you have to promise you won’t stop being my friend because of it, okay?” You nod, curious to know what he has to say. “I love you and not in the your my best friend way. I love you in the way I can’t get you out of my head ever, your giggle makes my day, your smile brightens my world. I love you. I want to kiss you all over all day long, I want everyone to know that I love you. I want for you to be mine and only mine. I want to love you the way you should be loved. You drive me insane and i love it. There was so many times I wanted to pin you up against a wall and make you feel so good. I love you.”
His confession made you speechless, you just stared back into his eyes. Jeon Jungkook loves you..
“You love me? Don’t joke like that Jungkook, its not nice.” You scold.
“Y/N, I’m not joking.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook leans down and captures your lips with his. “Don’t be afraid, please.” He rests his forehead against yours.
“Your telling me the truth?”
“Yes. I know this is a lot, but just think about-” You cut his ramble off.
“I love you too.” You don’t give him time to say anything else, you press your lips to his. You kiss for a few seconds before you pull away to giggle.
“Why are you so fucking cute?” He groans. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. His strong arms hoist you up and carry you to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed, you lay back and he crawls on top of you. He kisses you passionately, his tongue slipping past your lips. You moan into the kiss, the new experience is amazing. You slide your hands down and slip them under his shirt from his to take it off. He pulls away from you.
“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop.” His voice is laced with concern, but his eyes are filled with lust.
“I want this. I want my first time to be with you.” You smile, pulling his shirt over his head. You sit up and take off your own. His eyes are trained on the swell of your breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He quickly latches his lips onto your neck kissing down your neck, collarbones and chest. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. He throws it behind him. Jungkook kisses each breast, he gropes both of them with his large hands, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You moan loudly, in embarrassment you smack a hand over your mouth.
“Don’t do that. I want to hear your beautiful moans, I dreamed of the day I would get to make you mine.” His words are melting your heart, arousing you. He kisses down your stomach, until he comes to the band of your pjama shorts. He looks up at you, silently asking for permission.
“Please Jungkook.” He was just kissing you and he had you this needy. Jungkook hooks his fingers under your shorts and panties, pulling them down until they leave you completely bare in front of him. He stares at you in awe.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He spreads your legs, getting comfortable in between your legs. He kisses your pelvic area, making a shiver run up and down your body. His eyes are trained on yours the whole time. He kisses your pussy lips, starting to kitten lick your slit. This is a whole new experience to you, it feels amazing to have Jungkook eating you out. You know why your girl friends were such hoes now.
“Jungkook t-that feels so g-good.” You stutter out. You can feel him smirking against your pussy. He pumps a finger into your core, pumping it in and out, as he continues to suck, lick and nibble on your clit. He adds another finger, pumping you for a while before hes scissoring you. It feels so good. You feel a tingling in your lower stomach, the feeling grows and grows and so its taking over your whole body. Its consuming you, your body shakes in after shock. Jungkook laps up all your juices, before coming back to your lips. You can taste your self on him, it arouses you more. You wanted him inside you.
“You taste amazing, baby girl.”
“Jungkook, I need more.” You never thought you would be like this, but Jungkook just brings that out in you, obviously.
“It will hurt at first, but then I will make you feel so, so good. Okay? Don’t be scared.” He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He gets off the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes. He was so flawless, his toned body was beautiful and tan. How was he so amazing, how did you stay away for so long?
“Are you ready sweetheart?” He asks, after he puts on the condom, he joins you back on the bed.
“Y-Yeah.” You nod, assuring him you were ready. Sure you were scared that it would hurt, but its Kookie, he would never hurt you. He grinds his dick up and down your slit, before slowly slipping in. Your eyes sting with tears, it was painful him stretching you out.
“Fuck you’re so tight.” Jungkook’s head goes back in pleasure, having your tight hot pussy wrapped around his member. He looks down at your pained expression, he moves strands of hair off your face. He leans down and kisses the tip of your nose. “I love you.”
All the pain faded away soon enough after. “I-I think you can move, Jungkook.” His hips start to roll into yours, it was so pleasing, the way he filled you up. “Oh my god, this feels amazing.” That seemed to egg Jungkook on, as his hands go on either side of your head, he was rolling his hips into you faster. You hands grip onto his back, your nails digging into his soft skin, as your second orgasm approaches. You were seeing stars and couldn’t help but clench around Jungkooks dick, as you came. You chanted his name, like a mantra.
“Fuck.” Jungkook groans into your ear. You were so tight around him, he was filling the condom up with his seed. He rests his head against your shoulder for a movement, before he pulls out. He gets off the bed, taking the condom off and putting it in the bin. He grabs a towel and cleans your cum up. You lay there exhausted from what you both just did. You felt amazing.
“That was amazing.” You finally say, earning a chuckle from Jungkook, who gets back on the bed with you. He pulls the blanket over your naked bodies and pulls you into his embrace.
“Your amazing.” He kisses you softly, stroking your hair. He pulls back to look you in the eye, he has a smile on his face. “So.. will you be my girlfriend?” You giggle, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
“I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You bury your head in his chest, not wanting him to see how red your cheeks were. Jungkook places another kiss on your head and chuckles at how adorable his girl is.
I hope this didn’t suck to much, and that you all enjoyed it!
“Go get her, tiger,” Dean grinned, slapping Cas on the back encouragingly.
Cas then approached you, looking down at the ground and licking his lips nervously.
You looked up at the Angel and smiled. “What’s up?”
He cleared his throat. “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”
You immediately broke out into a wide grin, covering a giggle with your hand. “Uhhh, Cas–”
“If I had to rate you from 1-10, you’d be a 9 because I’m the one you’re missing,” he continued, swallowing nervously as he continued sputtering out horrible pickup lines, not letting you get a word in.
“CAS!” Dean whisper-shouted from across the room, catching Cas’ attention. Cas turned his head and saw Dean staring at him with wide eyes, motioning for him to come over.
“Um, excuse me,” Cas mumbled to you before walking over to Dean. “What? Was I bad?”
“You were being bad everything,” Dean chastised.
You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh at their conversation. You stood up and immediately walked over to Cas, tapping him on the shoulder.
Cas turned around, and before he could finish his sentece, your lips were on his. He let out a surprised “mff” sound before he sunk into it, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.
Dean stood there dumbfounded as you pulled away with a smile, your hands resting on Cas’ chest.
“Don’t listen to Dean,” you reassured your Angel. “He’s just mad because those pickup lines didn’t work for him.” With that, you grabbed Cas’ hand, pulling him down the hallway to your room. “Bye, Dean!”
Dean continued to stand there with his brow furrowed, his mouth hanging open in surprise and confusion.
what she really means:
can you believe lana maria parrilla, a woman of color, single handedly carried an entire show called once upon a time and yet people are saying she ruined the show and that she deserves to be let go just how fucking stupid can you be to not realize that if it weren't for this woman the show wouldn't have even lasted long enough for you to have your hetero ships be more ungrateful i fucking dare you. lana parrilla deserves to let go of ouat because that show is wasting her exceptional talents and not the other way around also do not ever fucking insult lana parrilla in front of me, beside me, or behind my back or i will hunt you down for the rest of your miserable pathetic homophobic life
A/N: Look! I wrote a thing! I found this buried in the land of Hannah’s half finished fics and I decided to finish it. This originally supposed to be a Hotch fic but I changed it up to be Spencer… because I am a sucker for Spencer… I hope this isn’t too horrible. I am a bit rusty when it comes to writing Spencer. Anyway, enjoy!
Warnings: Smut, arguing.
You were in the midst of a full blowout with Spencer. He had promised to make it home in time for dinner with your parents who had flown from out of town to see the two of you, and he blew them off.
“This is getting ridiculous, Spencer! You promised you wouldn’t miss them being here, but of course, a case came up! How many more times will you show me that your job is a priority over me before I actually start to believe it?” you yelled across the room at him.
He was still in his collared shirt that he wore to work, his tie loose around his neck. He looked tired. His hair was messier than normal, looking as if he ran his fingers through it out of stress more than once.
“I know, Y/N. I know this is hard. But we made a commitment. For better or for worse? Honey, I am so sorry that I missed them… I’ll make it up to you, I promise”
Shin: Just like their namesake, idols are idealized beings. Beautiful beings that have been created in the most ideal form so that it’s impossible not to be loved by everyone. And since it’s hard to achieve that kind of existence, once you do get created in such a way, it’s only natural to be afraid to shed the skin of an idol. Of course you’d want to settle with what you’ve got. So the more Jonghyun reveals of himself, and the more he reveals his desire to go out and meet the rest of the world, it could actually make the people around him more anxious.
Kim: To be honest, it’s madness (to try to reveal my true self).
Shin: So why (are you doing it)?
Kim: The reason I had no choice but to do it was because I had (emotional) scars. I’m not just talking about the scars that have been inflicted on me as an entertainer. I’m talking about scars I’ve received as I’ve lived my life. The scars I collect as I continue to live my life. In the words I often use — growing pains. You know how people get stretch marks when they suddenly have a growth spurt? I have stretch marks on my waist, too. When I was young, I once wondered why it was that people had to grow. It was because I didn’t like seeing these stretch marks on myself. ‘If only I could have just stayed the same as I was when I was little, I wouldn’t have gotten these unsightly stretch marks. I wouldn’t have had to go through these growing pains. Why is it that we’re forced to grow?’
Jung: You were already a philosopher at that age.
Kim: Ever since I was young, like a dreamer I would imagine things that made absolutely no sense. I found myself engrossed in philosophical questions that had no answer. I think the reason people continue growing even in the midst of pain and suffering is simply to survive. In order to survive, we inflict wounds on ourselves and persevere through the pain. I, too, got scars from trying to grow and I felt a need to bare those scars.
Prompt: First words of your soulmate are tattoo’d on you + Philip Hamilton (Modern AU)
Author’s Note: Dialogue is not really my strong suit, but soulmate AU’s are usually all dialogue so…I also messed with the prompt a bit to fit my idea better. I really wanted the first sentence he said to be a surprise. Hopefully it is.
You had yet to meet your soulmate, the only unmarked one left of your siblings.Soulmate. Jesus, just the thought that someone out there in the world was destined to be with you.
Some met their soulmate on their first day of school, some died before they met theirs, meaning they would have to try again in the next life.
Some cheated the system and surgically added watches. Those were for the rich and impatient to know when it would happen. Your family couldn’t afford it, and you were fine leaving it to the elements. Although, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as the New Year approached.
Another year without a soulmate.
Living in New York meant there was thousands of possibilities just walking to a coffee shop. Maybe the man you bumped into would strike up a conversation and you would be marked. Maybe the woman you sat next to on the subway was feeling particularly chatty and you would be marked. Maybe you would never be marked.
You tried to go out whenever possible. The more you went out the higher your chances, right?
Every morning you would return to a hole-in-the-wall cafe a few blocks from your work. Order the same drink. Watch the same customers walk in and out. Unmarked.
One morning, you decided to change your order. Some spiced frappuccino with an elegant name. Again, you watched the same customers. Until two boys around your age walked in, chatting loudly. They ordered their drinks and took the table a few from yours.
You didn’t usually eavesdrop, but the pieces you were able to pick up on were rather interesting.
They continued their animated conversation as you sipped your drink. The curly haired one finally sighed loudly, prompting his friend to exclaim, “Fine! Ask anyone in here and they’ll agree with me!”
The curly haired boy seemed to like the challenge and began scanning the room for someone to interrogate. Finally, he landed on you and immediately brightened. He leaned out of his chair towards you, lifting his eyebrow.
“If someone had mad Yo-Yo skills, would you be turned on?”
It certainly wasn’t the question you expected. You decided it was probably best not to question him.
“Hard pass.” Suddenly, a burning began under the skin of your left wrist. You hissed in pain, rolling up the sleeve to investigate.
‘If someone had mad Yo-Yo skills, would you be turned on?’ Was marked on your skin.
The curly haired boy was also staring at his wrist in confusion before looking up at you with the most innocent smirk.
“Philip.” He introduced himself, nothing more or less. He was straight to the point, oddly charming. You gave your name in return.
“I can’t believe I have to live with this stupid ass line on my skin for the rest of my life.” You giggled, showing him your new marking.
“At least yours doesn’t look like your soulmate turned you down.” He pointed to the ‘Hard pass.’ he would live with until he died, “Especially because I thought you would agree with me. Yo-Yo’s are hot.”