needs to be in my closet

❝ You are really perfect ❞

Plot:  You and Jimin fights, he calls you clingy and annoying and says he hates when you steal his clothes. So you begin to act “cold”, because you don’t want to be clingy and annoying, first he didn’t realise you stopped doing that but then he does and feels guilty and sad and you can keep going from that, so he makes it up to you.

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Slighty angst/Fluff in the end 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Everyone at the Big Hit building knew you, so when you came with snacks for everyone they could not do anything but love you even more.  

Immediately one of BTS’ manager told you that they were in the rehearsal room, so smiling you did a deep bow as a thanksgiving and you headed to the rehearsal room.  

It was the first time you visited the new building, but fortunately, a gentle lady pointed you in the direction you had to follow. They were all so polite and kind that you almost felt a rude person in comparison, even though your boyfriend kept saying you were the best person he had ever known.  

Trying not to drop anything, you didn’t want to waste the morning you spent cooking leaving the food on the ground, you’d better squeeze the heat bag in your hand and knocked gently on the blown glass door that divided the rest of the world from the Bangtan.  

A “c'mon” practically screamed at lungs gave you permission to enter and making, even more, attention you opened the door and entered, recognizing immediately Jungkook’s and Taehyung screams that greeted you enthusiastically.  

“Noooooona!” Jungkook ran to help you, perhaps more interested in the food than your presence but you could understand it. Surely they were practicing for hours and they had to be all hungry.  

“Hi Kookie, yes you can bring away the food….” You giggled as you approached the rest of the group, already trying to check what was in the bag. Check and scream of joy, because it was all homemade food and already just opening the zipper the scent was flared out.  

You’d fix better Jimin’s T-shirt you wore, you slipped it into skinny jeans because you were smaller and even lower than him, noticing only at that moment the slightly detached look of your boyfriend. Jimin wasn’t looking at you and it was almost a surprise because his smile was always the first thing to welcome you when you went to spend some time with them.  

“Aigoooo, Y/N, you cook better than Jin Hyung!” The voice of the leader rang in the room, making you laugh as you sat next to the pink-haired boy. You caressed his forearm, but the smile he made was visibly pulled so that you could be worried that something had happened before you arrived.  

He hadn’t touched food yet and didn’t seem intent on doing it, which pushed you to ask him what was going on.  

“Hey.. Something wrong, Chiminnie? ”  

“No.”  

You flinched slightly feeling his blunt response, while with the corner of the eye you would notice Namjoon’s gaze on you. He seemed worried and this did nothing but confirm your concerns.  

“Are you sure..?”  

“Y/N; Stop. I said there’s nothing wrong, can you just worry about your business for once?  

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(BMC) Michael in the Closet parody

(Based on an anon ask to @irl-michaelmell

I am hiding in the closet
For…. Well, basically all of my life
Should I stay right here, or come out clear?
I have no idea which one is right

I’m a gay guy in a closet
Because Jeremy is too goddamn cute
But I’d rather stay friends
Than risk making that end
By confessing to a crush he won’t want

Everything felt fine
When he had no Christiiiiine
At least then I could sit
And wish/pray and dream

Now I’m just…
Michael in the closet
Michael in the closet day and nightly
I want to scream and shout
I’m just Michael in the closet
Michael in the closet every day now
NO I CAN’T COME OUT.

I’m waiting it out ‘till I’m out of school
And hoping that Jeremy will still think I’m cool
I’m just
Michael, who’s a homo
Michael with his rainbow
Michael in the closet by himself
All by himself

I am hiding but he’s out there
Lucky buddy gets to be fully straight
Memories get erased, loyalties replaced
And what if that ever happened to me?

And I hear a white jock laugh at his friend from next door
‘I’d totally bang you, no homo’
And my feelings sink
Cause it makes me think
I wouldn’t mind the first part if done to me so–

Now it’s just
Michael in the closet
Michael in the closet all his life now
I have regret my patch
Michael in the closet
Michael in the closet all his life now
That stupid rainbow flag

I’ll wait as long as it takes ‘till no one can tell
If I have to change myself, then so it be, oh well

I’m just
Michael, who’s a homo
Michael with his rainbow
Michael in the closet by himself

‘Why, why, why, why…?’
They’re gonna start to ask soon
‘Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t…?’
Sure I’ll get a girlfriend soon!
‘Like, like, like, like…?’
It sucks I can’t just tell them true
‘Are, are, are, are…?’
I wish I were a braver dude
'You, you, you, you…?’
I have no words left that I can say
'Gay, gay, gay, gay…??’
I didn’t choose to be this way
'No, no, no, no…!’
I throw my hood over my face

And I am in a better place
I open my mouth to say I’m straight
But by their looks I know I’m late

And I can’t help but yearn
I wasn’t born like this
But then I look in the mirror
And the present is clear
And I start to wish

I, I
Had

*choked sob*

Some more courage…
Is that too much to ask
For
M-m-m-m-m, Michael in the closet
I need courage
This is a heinous life
I wish I’d stayed at home in bed, blanket over head
Or wish I never fell for Jer and met a girl instead!

I’m just
Michael with his pride flag, so 'he must be an ally’
Never had a girlfriend, 'he must be real slow then’
Michael, who’s a homo
Along with his rainbow
Michael in the closet by himself!

All by himself
All by himself

When you say 'he’s straight, or he’ll go to hell’
That’s okay, I can pretend as well.

Sunny Days-Chapter 10

Sunny Day Masterlist

Summary- Sunny is introduced to Sherry. Sherry has some words for Negan. Sunny and Negan make their way to the Sanctuary.

Warnings- Um….language, maybe some angst, and explicit smut.

Word count- 3.8kish

Author’s Note- Okay so filler chapter. The plot should really start moving forward from here on out. I have no idea how many chapters this is going to be. Originally I thought 10 and here were are. Lol. I’m going to be bouncing between this and my The Resident Fic “Favorite Things” for updates. I really want to finish these things. If you need something to read while waiting for Sunny Days go read Favorite Things…it has some pretty good smut too. Lol

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If you like it reblog and leave me a comment, I live for it!

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Sunny could feel her mouth hanging open as she stared at the woman standing next to Negan. She knew she should get up and introduce herself, but all she could do at this moment was sit frozen, a caricature of every cartoon character she ever saw as a child, jaw on the ground, eyes bulging out.

Oh my god! She’s so—so beautiful. What the hell is a freaking glamazon doing in the apocalypse? How is she still here? Of course, she’s tall, fit…. Look at how long her legs are! Short, soft girls like me were probably the first to go. Survival of the fittest. I can’t out run anyone with these stumps. I’m just a fun sized walker treat. Is she wearing makeup? I should’ve put on makeup. I need to learn how to do a smoky eye. Are all the women at The Sanctuary like this? I can’t do this. I need to stay in my little pond where I am winner of every superlative.

Negan set Lucille down by the door, walked over to her, and pulled her to standing. He gripped her chin and tilted her head giving her a slow kiss. He grinned as she gently pushed him away her cheeks flushing a bright pink. “Not an exhibitionist?” he whispered into her ear. “Sunny, this is Sherry. She has fucking graciously volunteered to watch your house and take care of shit.”

“All by yourself?” Sunny asked. “I mean, hi. It’s nice to meet you.” She extended her hand and shook Sherry’s. “Come on in. Make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa.” She groaned. She could hear how lame she sounded. She watched Sherry walked to the couch and sit down gracefully.

This is it. This is when Negan realizes I’m a total whackado, so completely crazy, and leaves me here to go shack up with super sexy Sherry. What if they’ve already shacked up? Holy shit. Is this what I am being compared to? It’s not fair. My only basis for comparison was a dumb high school boy. You need to calm down. No…freaking out is appropriate. Look at her!

“Oh, I’ll enjoy the solitude,” Sherry said, smiling warmly. “It’ll be so nice not having to share everything with roommates,” she continued, her eyes flicking to Negan sending him a wink. “But eventually, someone else will join me when I get tired of being alone.”

Negan shot Sherry a stern look. “Sherry, honey, the kitchen’s right there. Why don’t ya get yourself a fucking drink?”

“Sure thing, Neg.” She stood, her long legs mocking Sunny’s existence as their long strides passed her, curvy hips swaying enticingly.

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Daddy J

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: Hella M

Written by: xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

Drabble Request by Anon


81- You look hot in my clothes

88- Daddy Kink



Your boyfriend Jimin wasn’t supposed to be home for another forty-five minutes so you figured you would suprise him by wearing his clothes knowing perfectly well what that does to him. After you took a shower, you dried off and went over to his closet and pulled out one of his longer tshirts and pulled it over your body. 

Just as you pulled it down your body a pair of hands wrapped around your waist. “Jagiya…you look hot in my shirt.” he whispered in your ear as he planted butterfly kisses down your neck. You hummed when he moved his hands under your-his shirt and he his aura changed when he realized now that you didn’t wear anything else and twirled you around to face him. 

You smirk slightly but look at him innocently. “What is it daddy?” you ask sweetly as he backs you up towards the bed. The little title you give him, seeing it spread across his face as he pushes your shoulder and you stumble backwards onto the bed. He catches you off guard as he kneels between your legs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. “So you wear my shirt and not wear anything underneath.” he taunts. “You must want me to treat you like a bad girl..” he said licking your inner thighs and not your core. 

“N-No Daddy..” you say as you try to sit up but he looks up at you and the look is quite scary. 

He stops what he planned on doing and pulls away. “No?” he questions you and you bite your lip. “Did you just no me?” he questioned you sternly as his eyes began to darken and narrow into slits. This time he stands up and motions you to sit up. You hesitate. “Sit.Up.” he enunciates and you do it as you look up at him swallowing fear. “Open.” he demands as he whips his hot throbbing cock out. 

You look at him innocently. Confused. “O-Open?” you ask and you earn yourself a growl of irritation from your boyfriend. You honestly weren’t sure which end to open. Your mouth or your legs. 

“Damn, I guess you wearing my shirt has knocked the common sense out of you hmm…turn around, face down, ass up.” he said to you.

“Okay Daddy..” you agreed and did as you were told an as soon as you did, he thrusts deep inside you causing you feel him entirely. “Oh daddy, you feel so g-good..” you moan out.

He chuckles. “Oh I do huh?” he says as his thrusts slap against your core roughly. Each thrust in hits your sweet spot and causes you to clench around him. You moan in pleasure as his thrusts become more rough and kept to speed. He never faltered. “Aw is my baby girl going to come…well that’s too bad.” he grunts out panting. 

You whine. “P-Please d-daddy!” you ask him but it came out as a statement. “I need to come..” you say as he pauses his movements before thrusting slow. Turtle slow. 

“Coming is a want Y/N..not a need.If your wanting to come undone…” he breathes, “Then beg for it.” he teases you as he still goes agonizingly slow. 

“I need you daddy…” you pant out and he shakes his head. 

“Not good enough.” he states as he was driving you crazy at this slow pace. 

You moan underneath him whining. “D-Daddy please..let me come..I can’t hold it. I want to come..please let me come.” you beg to him as you were on the verge of desperate crying. 

He smirks. “That’s more like it baby girl..” he says but doesn’t change his pace. “But you forgot one important piece of information.” he says. “You forgot to tell me how you want it..” teasing you as he snakes his hand to your clit, rubbing in fact circles with his slow pace.

You scream into a moan as you throw your head back. “Fuck me daddy…until I come undone…I want to c-come d-daddy..please feel me up…fuck me hard.” you requested out what you could as he picked up pace. Skin to Skin. You scream moan. 

You come undone soon after as you thought you saw stars as your legs quivered and you lay in prone on the bed with him on top of you not moving. He whispers into your ear. “You look good in my clothes..” before getting up and clean himself off switching back to his innocent self. 

Falling Apart Part One- Tyler Joseph

“You have to hid. My parents are going to see you in here and kill you.” you said pushing Tyler into your closet. You parents were coming up the stairs and they didn’t know Tyler was there. They didn’t even know you were dating Tyler.

You quickly shut the closet door with Tyler inside as there was a knock on the door.

“Yeah?” you answered while opening the door.

“Is everything okay in here?” you mother questioned looking past you into the room.

“Yeah, just picking up my room.” you lied and your father cleared his throat.

“We’re leaving in a minute. Do we need to go over the rules again?” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“No, you’ve told me for the past 2 days. No boys, no parties, no leaving the house. Check in with you every morning and night, don’t make a mess, and keep the doors locked.” you recited all the rules they told you.

“I’ll be fine, now go before you miss your flight.” you said pushing them down the hall.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay in this house for a week? I can set up for the neighbors to check on you.” your mother offered picking up her purse before leaving the house.

“I think she’ll be fine honey. She’s 17, we can trust her.” your father insisted trying to hurry out the door.

“Listen to dad, I’ll be fine. I love you guys, enjoy your vacation.”

“Love you too sweetie.” you mother said kissing you on the cheek and walking out the door.

“Don’t get in any trouble kid.” you father said walking out behind your mother.

“I’ll try.” you joked then closed the door.

You went to the living room where you could see through the window. You waved to them as they pulled away from the house and watched them to make sure they didn’t turn around. After a few more moments of no sight of their car you went upstairs and opened the closet to see Tyler just standing there.

“They’re gone, you can come out now.” you said and he sat down next to you on the bed.

Your parents didn’t know much about Tyler, just that he lived next door, went to church, and liked music. They didn’t know that you’ve been dating for the past 5 months and they didn’t know the side of Tyler you knew. He was the sweetest thing in the world but he also knew how to party. He had graduated a year before you and you were in you last year of high school. Your parents wouldn’t approve of the age gap and how he dropped out of college within the first semester. You both opted to not tell your parents and just keep the secret between the two of you.

Your relationship consisted of mostly him sneaking into your room at night and talking all night. You often had to lie to your parents about where you were going, so you could go to his apartment to party and hang out.

Your parents viewed you as a perfect angel and it was best if they didn’t know about Tyler.

“So what do you wanna do tonight?” Tyler asked wrapping his arms around you.

“Wanna watch a movie. Like downstairs since you’ve never been down there.” you offered.

“Sure, whatever you want to do I’m good with.”

You stood from the bed and Tyler followed you downstairs where you sat on the couch.

“So this is your house, huh?” he joked sitting next to you.

“Very funny.” you said sarcastically, putting on the movie. “I’m happy I get to spend this whole week with you.” you said leaning back into his chest.

“You know you can come over to my apartment whenever you want, right?” he said pulling you close to him.

“I know, but it’s not the same. You have roommates and we’re never really alone.”

“True. sorry about that.” he said and you felt bad. You didn’t mean to upset him. You knew he hated that you couldn’t just be open about your relationship. He wanted to meet your parents, but you knew they wouldn’t like him. He wanted the best for you and to be able to make you happy all the time. When he didn’t he got mad at himself and though he was failing you. You always told him he was the best thing ever, but he doubted you.

“It’s not an issue with me. Let’s pay attention to the movie.” you said in hopes to change the topic.

Once the movie credits started rolling you realized Tyler was asleep above you. You snuck out of his arms careful not to wake him. You went to the kitchen to make some dinner. It was sort of late to eat, but you knew Tyler would wake up and want food.

You put a frozen pizza in the oven and sat on a stool at the counter. You heard shuffling in the other room and soon Tyler joined you in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your torso and put his head on your shoulder.

“Did you enjoy your nap?” you asked turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled down at you and kissed your lips.

“The nap was great, but it’s even better waking up to you and not having to worry about being caught.” he said sitting in the stool that you were sitting in before. You sat in his lap and started talking about his songs that he was trying to write.

“Well I think anything you create is amazing. Just don’t give up, I feel like you might end up going somewhere with this.” you said getting up when the timer for the pizza went off.

After letting it cool you cut it up and served it to Tyler and yourself.

“Thanks babe.” he said and you sat in the stool next to him.

“So you think it’ll go somewhere?” he asked after a minute.

“I know so. You’re so talented.” you said placing a kiss to his cheek.

After you cleaned up the small mess you made Tyler went out to his car to grab his bag of things for the week.

Your phone started to ring as your mother called you.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Hi honey, we just got to our hotel. How are things going there?”

“Great just headed to bed now.” you said and you heard Tyler enter the house again. You were hoping he wouldn’t make a noise and he would realize you were on the phone, but he didn’t.

“Honey I’m home.” he joked and laughed to himself walking into the kitchen.

“Who was that? Is someone there with you?” you mother questioned.

Tyler noticed you were on the phone and mouth a ‘sorry’. “ No I left the t.v. on downstairs. I’m going to turn it off now.” you lied.

You finished the call with your mother and hung up.

“Sorry.” he said again.

“No big deal, just be careful next time. They’re probably gonna call 3-5 times a day. They can be a little over protective.”

“What do you say we head upstairs and go to bed, it’s kinda late and you have school in the morning.”

“I know. Are you sure you’ll be fine here all day?” you asked feeling a bad the alone time you got was going to be cut down even more.

“I’ll find something to do, don’t worry about it.”

You both went up to your room and got into bed. You cuddled into his side again and listened to his heartbeating.

“I love you Y/N.” he said sleepily.

“I love you too.” you replied and sleep took over the both of you.

Most of you time with Tyler was sneaking around, with his friends, or partying. When you finally got to relax with your boyfriend, you realized how much you loved him and how much he meant to you. 

100 Questions NO ONE ever asks!

100 Questions NO ONE ever asks!

I was tagged by a couple of lovely simmers – @justkeeponsimming & @edgypandasimmer  and let me just say… Thanks ALOT for tagging me in this lol. Took me forever, But im going to super nice & share the love.

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?
Open cos my partner & i have too many clothes lol

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS?
No cos their crap for my hair. I need the good stuff :>

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?
Tucked in, I only use a flat sheet & blanket!

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE?
No, there’s nothing cool to steal in aus XD

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?
I use them all the time at work!

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM?
Nope

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES?
Bear! Rather it be quick & done with.

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES?
Yes, though i’ve been sunburnt so many times, the redness has covored them up

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES?
I do, even though i think im ugly in them either way

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE?
People asuming their right, & really impatiant people

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK?
Alot of the time. Lol you never know what im doing in my head.

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS?
Nope.

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS?
Read above!

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING?
All the time. lol

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS?
a little bit, at work, when im in the zone reading articles or consentraiting on something. its gross i know

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK?
Just the one!

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED?
Queen onsomble bed (but with a king sized blanket)

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK?
Anne-Marie - Ciao Adios

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK?
Of course! Why should we limit all the pretty colours?!

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS?
Sometimes, when im caring for my nephews. & if anime’s count?

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE?
The Jackass movies

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME?
I wouldnt have berried treasure cos id spend it all XD

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER?
Water or Coke Zero

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN?
BBQ sauce, sometimes nothing, & sometimes sweet & sour sauce & the rare occassion tomato sauce (aka ketchup)

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?
Roast Pork, chicken pasta meals

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?
All of the disney princess movies.

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU?
My fiance/partner

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?
Nope! they didnt really do that where i grew up

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE?
No way in hell! not even for lots of money!

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER?
LOL… High school, 2006ish

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR?
Yep pretty easy

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET?
Nope im too much of a goody tooshoos

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS?
once (but my car at the time was a trash car so…)

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH?
Turkey

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST?
complete bacon & eggs with hash browns & 2 slices of toast.

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME?
lately about 2am but i usually go to bed at 12ish if im working

37. ARE YOU LAZY?
Yes. Always. All the time.

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN?
A Princess or sailor venus XD

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN?
The snake

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK?
One-English

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS?
Nope

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS?
Legos

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN?
Not at all!

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN?
No idea…?

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?
Used to watch Home and Away as a teenager.

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?
Not really, im more vertically challenged :P

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?
All the time!

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?
Sometimes

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?
A little

50. EVER USED A GUN?
Nope

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER?
Oh gosh… school photo’s probably

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY?
I’m not a musicals fan but I don’t mind them!

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL?
I love christmas shopping & the food but not the family drama <3

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI?
What on Earth is that? So no!

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE?
I dont like fruit pie

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
A singer/song writer or Pet sitter

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?
I believe in spirits. yes

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING?
Alot.. as a teen i thought i was phsycic..

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?
I do, since im pregnant..

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?
Yes its freezing at the moment :P

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE?
Yes! Though we call them Dressing gowns

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?
My birthday suit :P

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT?
Never been to one

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART?
Kmart or Target.

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS?
Nike! :)

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS?
Cheetos

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS?
Peanuts, I love Nuts! XD

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN?
Nope

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS?
Nope

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING?
He’s currently working as a show ride assistant, But i think he would be better off building computers or repairing them.

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE?
Sure can!

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE?
Nope

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY?
Yup.

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS?
I do not :(

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER?
Sadly not!

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE?
Nope. I use scented candles or room smeller things XD

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Yes - & am currently, been inlove for 9 years now!

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT?
Beatz!

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW?
None

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA?
Hot tea

81. TEA OR COFFEE?
Coffee!

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES?
Sugar cookies

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL?
Yep. Im like a fish XD Mainly best at breast stroke. (aka froggy)

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE?
Yes for about a minute

85. ARE YOU PATIENT?
Very

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING?
DJ, It’s a bit more intimate

87. EVER WON A CONTEST?
Yes a singing one when i was a teenager

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY?
No & dont want it

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES?
None. Ewww olives!

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET?
I can Knit.

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE?
Lounge/living room (where else?)

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?
I plan too in the next couple of years

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?
read above ^^^

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH?
My childhood friend, that im not going to say his name…

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY?
Nope. Not unless im playing around with my man.. :P

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
One on the way, Due in Sept.

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS?
Yes - about 3 :P

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?
Red!

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW?
Yes - My side of the family! (mainly my mum)

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT?
OH Goody! XD hehehe I tag… @imsimpressed @sportingsims @myopiccc @nikacoop @zimbyplays @montysims @southfairy @simreject & @kat88833 & anyone else who wants to do it :D

raymondpalmersass  asked:

So you know what I just realized? Gideon is basically a Big Brother? So like if she wanted to she could sound proof any room where sexy times are going on, but she doesn't. CONFIRMED Gideon is a voyeur AND a troll

being on gideon’s good side is the difference between private time and gideon running live feed to the main room of what the two of you are doing together in that supply closet right now. which nate, incidentally, learned the hard way. no one make a joke about “the hard way” i swear to god

anyway gideon’s #1 priority is rip like is my beloved captain getting any? turning lights on in people’s rooms at 2 AM your captain is lonely he needs the comfort of your body and sara yelling GO TO SLEEP GIDEON

sara or kendra or amaya (or nate or rip bc they’re both trans!! GUESS WHAT!!!) like gideon am i ovulating am i good and gideon being like yes you are or no you aren’t, which is also good if anyone ever wants to have a baby, but for god’s sake not now. never now

Fran and Jock

by reddit user Pippinacious/ tumblr user muricanmagpie

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.

Oops.

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When a bad guest leaves

Sometimes, as much as we try to be polite, we can’t help but be relieved to see people leave after an extended stay. Maybe they overstayed their welcome, or were more of a nuisance than you anticipated when you offered the invitation. But now they’re gone, and the cleansing and banishing can begin!

Cleanse your space

An annoying guess can leave your house in physical and emotional turmoil. Wash sheets and tidy up the space they stayed in for sanitary purposes, but also to banish the negative energy they brought with them. Once you’ve finished cleaning, take a broom and sweep all the negativity out the front door.

Cleanse yourself

Bad guests are stressful. Your guest may be gone, but the stress that’s piled up during their stay is still present. Calming bath helps physically relax while also soaking away any negativity that clung to you while you were cleaning. Finish the bath off with an exfoliating body scrub to wash the ick away, and lotion as a physical protective ward (and necessary hydration!).

Practice grounding

Having visitors can be limiting, and it’s likely some aspect of your daily routine has been interrupted during their stay. Now is the time to reclaim things and make your space feel like home again. Once your decor is as it should be and secret notebooks are out of hiding, light some incense or candles to help give the area an emotional reset. Hearty, filling meals (like things containing root vegetables) help provide emotional grounding.

Set up wards

This isn’t a necessary step, but it’s a good added precaution. When you get sick you become more susceptible to other infections, and the same can happen with spaces filled with negativity. Setting up a few wards can help to repel any other gunk that ends up being drawn your way. Because the issue is someone who brought negativity into your home, the best placement for wards would likely be your overall home or property, the room they stayed in, and where they slept. The type of ward varies by personal preference and the issues brought on by their presence.

Messy Witch Aesthetic

Most of the witchy pictures I see on my dashboard are the super beautiful, artfully arranged still lifes (lives?) that we know and love. But not all witchy aesthetics are photogenic! I think most of us, in some way or another, fit the Messy Witch type. These may or may not include:

  • Leaving the ashy remnants of incense in whatever it was burned in, until such a time as the incense burner needs to be used again
  • Half-empty teapots left out overnight
  • Unused “official” grimoire; “real” grimoire is a janky old notebook with notes and recipes scribbled hastily and almost illegibly
  • Seedlings growing in plastic solo cups
  • A fairly large tree branch sitting awkwardly in your closet, because you swear you’re going to make a broom one day
  • Notes, underlining, and sometimes scribbles in your favorite books

There’s no shame in not having a super photogenic, artsy brand of witchcraft! I want to start seeing photos of Messy Witch Aesthetic on my dashboard, too.

So reblog if you’re a Messy Witch, and add your own mess!

Straight? I think not.

Warning: Smut
Length: 2.6k

Summary:
Dan brags that his blowjobs could turn any guy gay. Unfortunately for him, his friends put this to the test and lock him in a closet…

“My blowjobs are so good, they’d probably turn a straight guy gay!”

That was the comment I had made during gym. It was also the reason I was currently locked in a locker room closet with Phil Lester. Who was, by the way, the school’s straightest heartthrob, and my least favourite classmate. I really needed better friends.

“So you’re telling me that Chris and your other groupies pushed me into this closet so that you could blow me?!”

I winced at Phil’s shrill screech. “If you could not shriek at me, that’d be great. I happen to like my hearing.” I mumbled from my place on the closet floor. “Look, they aren’t going to let us out until we do it, so can we just get it over with so that I can rush home and wash out my mouth?”

He flattened himself to the wall, wide-eyed. “No!”

“What other ideas do you have to get out of here, then?”

“I…” He stopped, a perplexed look overtaking his frantic one. “Are they really not going to unlock the door? Even if we wait?”

“Last month I claimed that I could eat anything. They trapped me inside of my bathroom with a platter of raw worms and crickets, everything completely drenched in hot sauce. I waited for three hours, but they didn’t let me out until I’d licked the plate clean.”

He tried to recoil further, but he was already up against the wall. “You’re not making me want your mouth all over me, Howell. That’s disgusting!”

“You’re telling me!” I groaned, getting pretty tired of fighting. “Just let me take control, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

He clenched his eyes shut, staying silent for several minutes before stepping away from the wall tentatively. “Fine… But you can’t tell everyone about this.” He muttered, watching me warily.

“Noted.” I sighed, closing my eyes and forcing myself into my sexual headspace. Then I reopened them, taking in Phil’s frame. He has nice curves, I decided, licking my lips instinctively as my gaze roamed over his hips. Good legs, too.

I crawled towards him on my hands and knees. He let out a startled squeak as my hands found his hips, pushing them back against the wall. His scent filled my nose, musky and slightly sweaty due to the gym class last period. It was exciting, causing heat to spiral down and in between my legs.

Whining softly, I glided my hands up and down his sides and over his chest, trying to feel every part of him I could reach. Then I pressed my nose to the front of his jeans in search of more of his smell. Phil jumped, gasping harshly when I nuzzled his half-hard length through his clothes.

“Do you want me to do it, or you?” I murmured, playing with the waistband of his jeans. Phil gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing but no sound escaping. Trailing my fingers daintily across his stomach, I leaned against his thigh to look up at him as innocently as I could. “I don’t mind doing it for you.”

“I-I… Um… Sure?” He squeaked. My fingers hooked into his belt loops, pulling them down and searching each bit of newly exposed skin as they slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles. He kicked them off, glancing my way as if I was going to attack him once he was done. I simply pressed him back against the wall again.

He hissed as his bare legs met the wall, pressing up against my firm grip. “It’s cold!”

“You’ll warm up quickly, don’t you worry,” I chuckled. I focused my gaze on the outline of his semi through his boxers, which clung tightly to his thighs. Below the dark material was a seemingly endless supply of pale, unmarked skin. I decided that a slow buildup would be the best approach.

I pressed open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thighs to test his limits, tasting his skin with my tongue. Phil took a sharp intake of breath, trembling with the strain of keeping himself still. I moved slowly up from his knees to the top of his thighs. Then I took a quick detour to explore his hips, unable to resist digging my teeth into the taut skin there.

“Did you just bite me?” He stared down at me as I traced the blossoming mark with my finger.

“Mmhmm…” I decided that the dark bruises looked nice on his pale skin, so I tugged at the fabric of his boxers. “May I?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, his breathing getting heavier as I removed the last bit of clothing between my mouth and him. Then I moved to decorate the skin with more marks. Each time I bit down, a soft “ha” escaped from his lips.

“H-how am I-ha-going t-to explain these marks tomorrow?” He managed, squirming under my grip. A smirk tugged at my lips as I surveyed my work, pleased that the bruises were scattered both above and below where his gym shorts would be as well as along his v-line.

“Guess you’ll get to tell everyone that you snagged a hot boy…” I snickered quietly as Phil let out an indignant squeak and slapped my arm. “What? I’m hot, admit it!”

“You wish!” He scoffed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he avoided my eyes. Interesting. I trailed a finger over the various bruises, before rubbing his base teasingly.

“Dan!” He hissed, curling his fingers into fists against the wall as my hand ran up and down his length. I leaned forwards, carefully, and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of precum gathering at his tip.

Phil keened, bucking his hips forwards suddenly so that my tongue slid along the bottom of his length. As soon as he’d realized what he’d done though, he flushed red and leaned back against the wall.

I just chuckled and used my hands to steady him before wrapping my lips around his tip. I couldn’t help but mewl as the salty flavour spread across my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the loud whimper Phil emitted.

“D-Dan… Stop teasing…” He managed, struggling against where I was holding him from pressing forwards. I pulled off, doing the opposite of what he had asked. Instead, I pressed wet kisses along the side of his length. “Howell!” He spluttered uselessly.

Giggling, I glanced up to his incredibly red face. “Something wrong?” I purred. He just glared down at me, his fingers twitching like he wanted to just grab my head and make me obey him. Heat swirled low in my stomach at the thought.

“You are such a tease.” Phil muttered, and I couldn’t help but notice how much lower and more gravelly his voice had gone. Swallowing roughly, I tried to stay on top of the rushing images in my head.

“I just know how to get you all worked up,” I winked. He spluttered again, beginning to growl something about how annoyingly cocky I was. I cut him off by suddenly lurching forwards and taking him into my mouth.

He swore, loudly, and his hands flew forwards to tangle in my hair. Blunt fingernails scraped my scalp as his fingers curled to grip my brown locks, tugging my mouth forwards. His hips jerked a bit as a moan pushed its way up my throat.

We both paused for breath. Phil panted heavily above me, while I forced myself to breathe through my nose. When I finally glanced up to his face, I couldn’t help the choked whine that escaped.

His head had fallen to the side, bright crimson cheeks underlining his darkened blue eyes as they locked with mine. I was slightly aware of my hands falling from his hips. He must have suddenly realized that I was breathing quite heavily through my nose, because he tugged my hair until I moved my mouth off of him.

I gasped for breath, aware that Phil hadn’t let go of his grip on my curls. If anything, he seemed to have tightened it, as if he was afraid I’d run away.

“J-Jesus, Phil…” I managed, lust and want rushing through my veins. He seemed to decide that I wasn’t mad at him, removing his hands to unbutton his shirt. I watched him quizzically.

“Hot in here,” He stated gruffly, pushing the material off of his shoulders and cautiously pushing his fingers back through my curls. “Is this okay?”

“Mmh…” I mumbled, leaning up into the touch. My jeans felt tight and uncomfortable, and now that he mentioned it, hot and sweaty. “I wanna strip too.”

“Are you asking for permission?”

“Yeah, can I?” He nodded, releasing my hair again so that I could shuffle away a few steps. I made quick work of my shirt, fumbling a bit with my belt before finally kicking off my jeans, leaving my underwear on.

Instantly I scrambled forwards to take him into my mouth again, moaning when he bumped the back of my throat. I was vaguely aware of Phil murmuring praise, each quiet word shooting down my spine to join the jumble of arousal filling my lower body. He slid in and out of my mouth slowly as I relaxed my jaw.

“So pretty like this,” He murmured, tugging my hair to guide me forwards again. I took advantage of his newly exposed skin, using my hands to explore his chest and sides as he controlled the movement of my head.

“Wanna touch myself…” I whined, increasingly aware of the pressure on my length. Phil tutted, glancing down at where I was shifting against the hard tile floor. Immediately I stopped and blushed.

“No, want to see you come untouched like the slut you are.”

My hips jerked at the unexpected command, but I managed to pull myself together with a strangled sounding whine. Phil hummed approvingly. Pulling my hair back, I felt him push in deeper at the new angle, until I was deepthroating his length with my nose pressed against his base. The same musky smell from before filled my nose, and I moaned appreciatively as he pulled back out and repeated the motion.

“Gonna come just from me using your mouth, yeah? Only I get to use you like this?” His voice was a low growl, possessively commanding my thoughts.

“Yes! Please… Use me, I’m… your… toy!” I begged in between thrusts, climbing towards my climax much faster now that he was saying such things like that. Phil huffed out a laugh, clearly amused by how effectively he’d managed to take control.

“Good boy,” He murmured gently, holding my head still as his tip repeatedly hit the back of my throat. It was weird, the way he effortlessly switched from commands and degradation to soft praising whispers, but it seemed that my body reacted strongly to pretty much any talk during such intimate moments.

His heavy breathing brought my eyes back to his face. “I-I’m-” He gasped suddenly, breaking off his sentence and pulling me harshly forwards as he fell over the edge. Hot liquid streaked over my tongue and down my throat, Phil’s breathless moans and praise filling my ears.

Then I was coming suddenly, pleasure spiking in my body as my orgasm racked through me. Mine was much quieter than his, considering that I had a slowly softening length filling my mouth, the last bit of his come disappearing down my throat as I swallowed around my noises.

He pushed my lips off of him wearily as he came down from his high, slumping against the wall and sliding down to sit in front of me. I squirmed in my soiled underwear, not quite sure whether to go to him or not. Thankfully, Phil decided for me by motioning me forwards and allowing me to collapse against his chest.

“Did you actually come from that?” He murmured, pressing his heated palm to my sensitive scalp. I pressed up into the touch.

“Mmh.. maybe…” My voice was raspy, almost hoarse. I blushed as he chuckled. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes, brushing his fingers delicately over my abused curls. Then he turned to look at me with a gentle smile.

“Shower?”

“Please,” I mumbled, a bit embarrassed. He stood and went to the back of the closet, rummaging through a bin of towels while I took the chance to admire his body from behind. Turning, he offered me one to wrap around my waist to conceal the dark patch on my front. Once we were both covered, with his towel hiked a bit higher to cover the bruises, we tried the door. It opened easily. I chose not to think about when Chris had come to unlock it.

Phil ushered me through the locker room, grabbing his bag from a bench nearby and following me to the showers. The spray was warm and inviting, and Phil dropped his towel without much hesitation before stepping in with a content sigh. I followed, kicking off my underwear and throwing my towel to the side.

His eyes roamed over my frame before reaching out and pulling me under the water with him. I collided with his chest, nearly knocking him backwards and causing giggles to bubble up from our throats.

“This is nice,” Phil murmured, reaching for the shampoo and rubbing it into my hair. I hummed, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling of his fingers in my hair.

“Yeah?”

“Mm..” His breath moved to the side of my neck, tingles erupting where his lips barely brushed the skin. I bit my lip as teeth scraped over the same spot, knowing that he was going to leave a mark. I probably deserved it for marking him up so much. He took a deep breath when he was done. “You smell a bit like strawberries.”

I couldn’t help but snort at that. “I’m pretty sure I smell like sex, actually.” He swatted my arm, and I opened my eyes as he giggled, his tongue between his teeth. A smile tugged at my lips. “You have a nice laugh…”

“You have an amazing mouth.” He retorted, smirking despite the blush creeping up the back of his neck. I couldn’t help but wink.

“Oh, I’m sure my mouth can do more than that.” Phil swatted my arm again, pushing me under the spray and causing shampoo to run in rivulets down my face and neck. “Hey!” I squeaked, clenching my eyes shut to avoid getting it in my eyes. The sweet smelling suds had almost disappeared when I felt his hands slide around my waist, tugging me closer.

I’m not sure who kissed who first, but it was sweet and gentle and not at all heated or sexual. He tasted like peaches. Who gave him the right to taste so good? I cringed internally when I realized what I probably tasted like, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back slowly, seemingly trying to catch his breath but leaning back in to press quick pecks to the corners of my mouth before resting his forehead against mine.

“I think I like boys.”

A soft smile tugged at my lips. “You think so?” He pulled me back for another delicate kiss, breathing a word into the tiny gap between our mouths.

“Yeah.”

  • bambam: why are you naked?
  • yugyeom: i don't have any clothes
  • bambam, opening the closet: that's bullshit, you have a lot of clothes, this shirt, these pants, hi jungkook, this sweater

anonymous asked:

Call me terrible, but aces who like and seek out sex make me, a sex repulsed ace, feel invalid. They are almost no different from anyone else, yet they ace like they're so ace. How can their asexuality be so important if it hides under how they're "normal"? Why are we so protective of these aces when they're at best almost allos(I don't mean to insult allos in any way), or at worst exclusionists? It just appalls me how we act like they're hated when really, they're treated so normally.

I really debated just deleting this and blocking the sender because it is so utterly antithetical to everything this blog stands for, but I think it needs to be addressed, because attitudes like this are a warning sign to me that history may be poised to repeat itself, and that will happen over my dead body.

I’ve been around a long time. Like, before tumblr, before AVEN, before aces had anything like the community we have today, before we even had a consistent word for ourselves. That means I remember some of the early politics that Kids These Days weren’t around for, have no way of really knowing–including the downright ugly fights that dominated the mailing list days about how to define asexuality. There was a contingent of people, you see, that held that the only way to be Truly Asexual was to completely lack any sort of libido, and to abstain from sex entirely. These people were. Not nice people. They were the exclusionists of their time, and I mean that very seriously. Nearly every hateful, cruel, and self-spiting tactic you see in REGs on tumblr today was also levied by nonlibidoists and antisexuals at the time. They were absolutely vicious toward not only anybody within ace circles who wanted a broader definition of asexuality [the one we use today, eventually] but also toward non-aces or anyone who wasn’t celibate by choice, which resulted, among other things, in exactly the sort of homophobia and sex shaming that REGs accuse us of to this day.

We, as a community, fought tooth and nail against defining ourselves in this way, and against both the ugly infighting it produced and the abhorrent behaviour it encouraged. We have been fighting tooth and nail ever since to move past that stain on our history, to define ourselves in a way that is safe and welcoming to all aces, and to ensure that we conduct ourselves in a way that aligns with the ethics of the communities we ally ourselves with, and to what we have decided is the ethical core of our own community. It sickens me to the core to be hearing views like this espoused again from inside our community. I will not stand for it. We will not stand for it. We didn’t then, and we won’t now. 

There is no right way to be asexual. There is no wrong way to be asexual. There is nothing at all wrong with aces who have, want, or seek out sex. There is nothing wrong with aces who are so repulsed by sex that they can’t even think about it. There is nothing wrong with aces who have no feelings about sex whatsoever. There is nothing wrong with aces who never have or will feel attraction. There is nothing wrong with aces who do occasionally feel attraction but still feel that ace identities best represent their experiences or that the ace community best addresses their needs. Asexuality is not behaviour. Asexuality cannot be hidden under behaviour, or opted out of through behaviour, and if some people feel like they need to try to do that, that is a reflection of an aphobic society pressuring people into closeting or otherwise denying themselves in an attempt to escape that oppression, not proof that they’re “normal” [also, feel free to never juxtapose “ace” and “normal” again, that’s gross].

And, finally, this frankly drips of exactly the kind of sex-shaming we’re so often accused of, no matter how hard you try to hide it behind “no insult to allos.” It’s gross. Don’t do it. 

This is one of the most unsavoury asks I have seen in my time on this blog. Everything about this sentiment is unwelcome on this blog; keep it out of our inbox and keep it out of our community. Our gates are open. Our arms are open. Every ace is welcome, every ace is valid, every ace experience is a genuine ace experience, one worthy of consideration, protection, and acknowledgement. We have worked hard to build this community into what it is today. The gatekeepers of the past removed themselves from the rest of us and faded into oblivion and that is where I want their sentiments to stay.

I’m not going to call you terrible, because I stand for a community where every ace is welcome and finds the resources they need to navigate their life and identity. But that cannot, will not, come at the expense of others.

-Dew

to all my closeted bi peers:

hello, i love you, i support you, and i hope you are all having a lovely day. it is your choice to come out, and it’s okay if you never come out. it’s okay if it’s not safe for you to come out. it’s okay if you’re not ready to come out.

and i promise you– you are a welcome member of the lgbtqia+ community. you do not have to be out for your sexuality to be valid.

Fat bodies are either forcibly desexualized, often being made a mockery, or hyper sexualized, being reduced to a simple closeted sexual fetish. But not my body. My body gets me up everyday, gets me to work, my body heals me, my body works wonders, my body gives me all the life I need. My sexuality is undoubtedly linked to my body and it’s beautiful form. I will not be reduced to a fetish, and my sexuality will not go muted or be made a punch line in media.

Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

Originally posted by ardevaas88


Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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NHL!Bitty, Part VI -  ‘The Code’

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Pens!AU | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF | Part V - Dating | 

Eric’s teammates are protective of their highly-publicized rookie. Maybe a little too protective. So, when a closeted!Jack gets flirty and starts flustering Eric on the ice, his Schooner teammates conclude that Zimmermann must be harassing Eric and decide to act accordingly. Leaping to Eric’s defense: starting goalie Markus Bay and defenseman Carter Morin. 

(TW: hockey violence, little bit of blood, big ol’ misunderstandings)


“You seeing this?”

Morin slaps Markus on the shoulder and jerks a thumb toward Zimmermann, who is skating determined circles around Bittle. He stops stretching and watches the Falconers forward come close, say something to Eric, and skate away quickly. This happens twice, each time, Bittle flushes and looks upset, but seems to brush it off and go back to his warm-up drills.

“Do you know what he’s saying?” Markus asks, hoping for some kind of reasonable explaination.

“No, but, just watch, man.”

Zimmermann comes in close again, this time with Mashkov in tow, and Eric doesn’t flinch, but he does something, skating away quickly as the two Falconers laugh. Again, Bittle looks uncomfortable.

“Didn’t they play together?” Markus asks. “Why’s Zimmermann being a dick now?”

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