Originally posted by jeonify

GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 

Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

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Of course you can think of Link in botw as someone who:

  • Is on an adventure
  • Is loyal
  • Is determined to save his kingdom, the princess, the world and such-

OR you can think about Link in the way ive been playing him

  • Once stared into a fire for 3 days straight until the rain put it out
  • Literally slept once the entire game when he paid cash for a house
  • jumped from a high place and did not open his paraglider
  • Went to jump a short distance and just didn’t jump. He just. Didn’t jump. He just. Plummeted into the mud. Straight down. Dead.
  • got headbutted by a ram
  • got headbutted by a deer
  • Spent several hours trying to ride a buck
  • Runs from everything
  • Refused to take off gerudo clothes
  • Spent days trying to solve the inside of a camel. Literal in game days

And my personal favorite:

  • Went to use bow and arrow, throws priceless sword off a cliff instead.

[17.03.05] sorry for being MIA this whole week!! i’ve just been so busy with school – i have a major english project to work on! but good news is i found this jewish bakery around 2.5 km from my house and it’s so good 😋

also, what do you think about my new pencil case? i felt it was apropos because i bought myself a giant cup of chocolate pudding all for myself 😉

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What’s Your Point? / Why So Intense? / Sunny Daze

© Sharon Boswall

More coneflowers from the garden - aside from the fact that they are lovely to look at In all their many varieties is the fact that I never know what result I will get with the sun shining through the fence - the light patterns are always interesting.  I have two different types of fences in the back yard… one is the typical frost type fence and the other is your standard six footer (what can I say, some neighbours are more tolerable than others) so yes, the light pattern and effect is sometimes as lovely as the flowers themselves!  Just sayin’.

All I See is Sky for Forever

Okay so consider this:

I know some people in the DEH fandom think that in the finale, when Evan says “all I see is sky for forever,” it implies that he commits suicide after the play. Which personally, I don’t agree with at all because I think that would completely negate the entire message of the play, but anyway. Here is my theory:

The first time Evan says all he sees is “sky for forever” is in For Forever. In For Forever, he’s basically describing what, in his mind, would be the perfect day—he wouldn’t be anxious, he’d have a best friend, he’d be enjoying himself. His best friend would be there for him when he fell from the tree (which could be symbolic of him wishing someone was there for him in the midst of struggling with social anxiety/being suicidal, but idk and that’s not the point of this post anyway). So he’s telling this story of him and Connor spending the day together. Both boys struggle with mental illnesses. Neither boy fits in. Neither boy feels like anyone likes them. However, in this song, they have friendship, they’re having a good time, and they’re actually enjoying the day without feeling depressed or anxious or anything. They’re imagining what the future could be like. So my thought is that maybe when Evan talks about them climbing the tree and seeing the sky “for forever,” maybe it’s like them imagining a future where they’re accepted and where their mental health issues are more under control?

I’m not sure if I would have thought of this if the phrase “all I see is sky for forever” were only in that one song, but the finale really makes me think this might be what they’re trying to symbolize. In the finale, when Evan and the rest of the cast is singing “all we see is sky for forever,” I think maybe it’s kind of showing that no, not everything is perfect, but Evan (and everyone else) has hope of a better future. There’s hope of recovery and of friendship and of acceptance. If you listen to the bootleg and everything Evan says, he talks about how maybe someday, another kid will be climbing a tree like him. This is the quote:

“Maybe some day some other kid will be standing here, staring out at the trees, feeling so alone, wondering if maybe the world might look different from all the way up there…just … better. And maybe he’ll start climbing one branch at a time, and he’ll keep going—even when it seems like he can’t find another foothold, even when it feels …. hopeless, like everything is telling him to let go. This time—maybe this time he won’t let go. He’ll just … hold on. He’ll hold on, and he’ll keep going—keep going until he sees the sun.”

To me, when Evan sings “all I see is sky for forever” for the final time, it’s him choosing to hold on. It’s him choosing to keep going. It’s him saying that he’s still climbing, and he’s starting to see the sun.

Make The Most of Tonight - Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary:- The WWE draft is tomorrow night and you and your boyfriend Seth are worried you will be drafted to different brands. You decided to make the most of what could potentially be the last night you two have together for a while. 

Warnings:- Smut, Swearing, Bit of Fluff (Daddy kink, I’m sO SORRY, I AM TRASH) 

Word Count- 1,478

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itickledthesleepingdragon  asked:

Hey. If it hasn't already be done could somebody write an insert from "La Dame Blanche" from Jamie's perspective involving the poisoning/bitter cascar (spelling?) incident. I don't know which book it's in because, unfortunately, I haven't been able to read any of them yet.

It didn’t matter that he could see Claire’s chest gently rising and falling in a shallow sleep.

Or that the poncy court physician dripping with lace had assured him that *le madame Brock Tuarack* would be just fine, in between sneezes from the rancid powder of his wig.

Or that they finally had a quiet space to themselves, after shooing away the well-intentioned but nosy Minister of Finance and three aides who had materialized out of the walls – no doubt spies for the King.

For today he had come perilously close to losing her – to losing the bairn – to losing *everything*.

Quickly he had peeled the damn contraption of a dress off of her heaving frame – desperate for her to breathe easily. To be stunned – frozen – in disbelief at the growing swell of her belly.

Christ. When was the last time he had just *looked* at her? Admired her, as a man adores and worships his wife?

As a real man would shower affection on his lover – a real man not debilitated by an intimate touch? Who felt not his wife’s healing touch, but a monster’s rough fingers?

But there was no time for reflection – or regret – when he had to focus on keeping Claire comfortable. Keeping his heart alive.

Holding her as she was violently ill – body wracked with spasms. Delirious.

Whatever it was had quickly passed from her body – and he knew that, had she been more lucid, she would have been absolutely mortified at how sick she had been in front of a stranger.

He had to rely on the squinty-eyed physician – for he was powerless to help her himself.

He didn’t know what her body needed.

He didn’t know what her heart needed.

What a damn failure of a husband he was.

She stirred under his hand – limbs flailing, mid-dream.

It was a fine room to be ill in – endless drapes of silk and muslin, a bed that could have fit his whole family growing up, chairs so decadent that he felt himself sinking several inches into the rich cushions.


Longing for the sharp scents of the Highlands – the warm tones of brown and green – the solitude of the peaks and glens – pierced his heart.

What had he brought upon her? What kind of life was he giving her?

Flash – sunlight frosting the blades of grass with gold, as she held their marriage contract and he joked about being unsuitable husband material. All while his belly formed immeasurable knots in joy and fear.

How could he survive here – at court – in Paris – without her?

“Jamie,” she whispered.

“I’m here,” he breathed. “I’m right here.”

But where are ye, Claire? Why am I so far from you, even now?

One deep inhale – then exhale – and her beautiful eyes cracked open.

“Where – ”

“It’s all right. You are well. We’re still at the palace.”

A sigh.

“Are ye ready to go home?”

Softly, carefully she rose up on her elbow – testing her endurance.


A small smile. Voice confident.

Flash – Claire crouching by a Highland stream. Wrapped in his plaid. So beautiful his chest burst with love – keeping his dying heart alive.

She really would do anything for him.

Christ almighty, he didn’t deserve her.

And as he helped her into the loose dress that had been procured by a faceless chambermaid – then slipped her swollen feet into those terribly uncomfortable shoes – then settled her weak body (despite her protests) into his arms for the journey back to their carriage, just one thought circled around and around in his mind.

How do I make this right between us?

And then –

Lord – oh Lord – was it too late?

Te he dicho mil veces Te Amo pero hoy quiero explicarte el por qué.

Te amo porque desde que te vi súper que serías importante para mí.

Te amo porque tu mirada hace que olvide el tiempo.

Te amo porque me haces irracional y puedo volar junto a ti.

Te amo porque antes de dar nuestro primer beso me tomaste la mano.

Te amo porque no te burlaste de mi cuando me puse celosa antes de que fuéramos algo. Al contrario, llegaste me abrazaste y me dijiste que te gustaba pasar tiempo conmigo.

Te amo porque desde el primer día de novios me cuidaste y me regalaste un pañuelo para que no me resfriara en ese helado día de abril.

Te amo porque antes de amarme me enseñaste a amarme a mí misma.

Te amo porque cada vez que me miras, me siento deseada. Me haces sentir especial y única.

Te amo porque has aguantado todos mis atados con mis kilitos de más. Me has acompañado en esta lucha constante y me ayudaste a aceptarme como tal.

Te amo porque eres un hombre inteligente, con muchas habilidades y no sabes la admiración que me causas.

Te amo porque cuando tenía días malos te llamaba por teléfono y me acompañabas en esos silencios de tristeza.

Te amo porque tu voz me tranquiliza.

Te amo porque nunca me has hecho llorar de rabia, sino de emoción por tenerte a mi lado.

Te amo porque cuando te conté que a una amiga su novio le hizo un stop motion, llegaste e improvisaste uno con un juguete del gato con botas cuando un día sentía demasiada pena por un problema familiar y ese día me sacaste de la oscuridad.

Te amo porque estás conmigo en las buenas y en las malas.

Te amo porque  a pesar de ser un hombre más bien serio, siempre eres capaz de hacerme sonreír.

Te amo porque amarte ha sido una de las mejores experiencias de mi vida.

Te amo porque tu  sabes hacerme sentir amada y valorada.

Te amo porque dejaste que entrará a tu vida y me mostrarás todo de ti.

Te amo aunque a veces estés gruñón, me demuestra que hasta con tus defectos eres lo más hermoso del mundo.

Te amo porque eres lo más dulce que ha visto mi alma.

Te amo porque a pesar de que no te gusta leer, tienes una sabiduría innata que te hace demasiado interesante.

Te amo porque haces que el mundo sea un mejor lugar para vivir con tu existencia en él.

Te amo porque eres verdadero, porque  eres expresivo con cada célula que hay en ti.

Te amo porque ese día en el paradero de la 17 no importaron las palabras sino las miradas para concretar lo que en ese momento sentíamos.

Te amo porque tus abrazos son únicos, incomparables, indescriptibles y reponedores. Puedes calmar cualquiera de mis  dolores en tus brazos.

Te amo porque eres maravilloso.

Te amo porque me has dado la posibilidad de amarte.

Te amo porque a pesar de que pudiste huir de mí en el momento en que te escribí esa carta, te diste el tiempo de conocerme de todas formas.

Te amo porque me supiste conquistar a pesar de que ya te amaba.

Te amo porque amo que sientas tanto. Tienes pasión en las venas y eres profundo.

Te amo porque a pesar de que seamos tan distintos, tu eres mas atento, siempre pensando, y yo viviendo en las nubes, desconcentrada, podamos hacer que esto funcione.

Te amo porque mirarte es un placer.

Te amo porque cuando bailo te sumas a mi baile y me acompañas en mi locura.

Te amo porque siempre tienes la disposición de escuchar mis tonteras.

Te amo porque me vuelve loca tu forma de ser.

Te amo porque tienes ese algo que no se ve y que nadie más lo tiene.

Te amo porque tu esencia cautivó mi mundo desde el principio.

Te amo porque me haces sentir segura.

Te amo porque cuando te digo algo tonto haces esa mueca con los ojos para burlarte tiernamente de mi y me encanta.

Te amo cuando no te enojas porque te digo que eres más niña que yo y te digo mi niñita hermosa.

Te amo porque cuando un día estabas “taimado” y te fuiste sin despedir,  al rato de todas formas fuiste detrás de mí y me abrazaste.

Te amo porque me siento agradecida que el universo haya juntado nuestros caminos.

Te amo porque has creado hermosos recuerdos en mí de todos nuestros momentos.

Te amo porque me encanta que nos riamos de nosotros mismos.

Te amo porque eres una persona hermosa que tuve el gusto de conocer y amar.

Te amo por tantas cosas pero la más importante

Es que Te amo porque me hace feliz saber que existes.