ok i need a rest now

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Hello I hate myself for spending so much time on these but w/e

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The Tree God

I’m the DM with a two-person party. One player has had some experience with DnD, but for the other, it’s his first time.

And on every tree-related roll, our axe-paladin has gotten 20s.

Part 1

Me (DM): Ok, the path goes either right, or left. What do you do? 

Paladin: I go forward.

Me: No, I mean, there is only right and left on the path. The rest is just forest.

Paladin: No. I take my axe and go forward by cutting down all the trees.

Me: Fine. Roll.

Paladin: (rolls a 20)

Me: *screams*

Part 2

Me: Ok, (Sorcerer) now has a stick-torch.

Paladin: I want one!

Me: Then just cut off a branch. You’ll need to roll for it, too.

Paladin: (nat 20)

Sorcerer: what?!

Part 3

Me: You are now inside a small cave, about 7 feet across. There is still a hole in the ground from the tree.

Sorcerer: What if an enemy finds us while we sleep? (It’s nighttime) 

Paladin: I’ll just put the tree back.

Me: Uh, sure, roll.

Paladin: (nat 20)

Me: I hate you.

Some random headcannons because I love thinking about this stupid dysfunctional family

- Noodle wears everyone’s clothes

- yes even Russels even tho the shirts literally swallow her

- Murdoc roams around the house at night bc he cant sleep and checks up on the bandmates to make sure theyre ok

- no one knows about that and Murdoc wants to keep it that way

- 2D loves sweets and the rest of the band try and hide them from him because otherwise he’ll eat them all in one sitting (boy needs to take care of the teeth he has left)

- 2D loved carrying Noodle around when she was little. Now shes nearly too big and hes really sad about it.

- Russel drums his fingers on every surface ever and it drives Murdoc crazy

- 2D has sung Noodle to sleep so many times when she was little

- murdoc has too and Noodle loved his singing just as much as 2D’s

- 2D has glasses

- Noodle was super close with Del. Second only to Russel

- Russel would sometimes take naps only because little Noodle wanted to see Del.

- Murdoc is reaching a point in phase 4 where he appreciates his band so much and he’s trying to show it. Trying. We all know that this man is The Worst

Don’t Give Them Ideas

Anakin’s Force Ghost: [laying across Obi-Wan’s lap in a hammock] Man, this is the life. 
Obi-Wan: You know, I wish things could have been different, but knowing that we saved the universe and that Luke is out there, teaching new Jedi…I just feel like finally everything’s going to be all right.
Anakin: [sighs, reaching up and feeding him a grape] Yeah.
Luke: [disheveled and winded, wandering over through the trees, twigs and pine needles caught in his beard] Guys…? Dad? Ben? Where are you?
Obi-Wan: [cheerfully] Luke! It feels like it’s been years.
Luke: [peeved] It has been years. And I’ve been trying to find you two for weeks now! 
Anakin: We are retired, you know. [mouth full of food] And you’re doing a bang-up job, son, really. You don’t need us anymore. [fussing over Obi-Wan] Look at him. He deserves to rest. [pets his hair]
Obi-Wan: [blushing furiously] Really now, I –
Luke: [scowling, rubbing his eyes] Oh for kriff’s…don’t you want to know WHY I’ve been trying to find you? Or where your grandson is and why he’s not WITH ME?
Anakin: Which grandson?
Luke: YOU ONLY HAVE ONE GRANDSON, DAD.
Anakin: Oh. Right. OK, where is the little scamp?
Luke: [dusting himself off] He’s a grown man, dad. And it turns out you guys have a lot in common.
Obi-Wan: He got drugged by pirates?
Luke: What? No –
Anakin: Knocked up a Senator?
Luke: No, he –
Obi-Wan: Ate two jars of expired cocktail onions on a dare?
Anakin: Hey, Rex and Cody gave me 50 credits for that!
Obi-Wan: Yes, and I had to sit with you while you threw them up  –
Luke: [exasperated] GUYS.
Anakin: Well, what then?
Luke: I’m afraid…I’m afraid Ben has turned to the Dark Side. 
[long pause]
Obi-Wan: Luke, this isn’t funny. 
Anakin: Dark Side? No, no, no. You must be confused. We crushed that, remember son? With the lightning and the Death Star and my redemption…?
Luke: Well, they have a new flavor of Darksider now. Evidently. 
Anakin: [scowls, sitting up] …these fucking writers. 
Obi-Wan: [solemnly getting his lightsaber and a flask out of a storage trunk] I knew a quiet afterlife was too much to hope for. Force, I just hope Maul’s not still alive. 

magnifreakingcent  asked:

what really is the reason why we can't get the rest of the 5 seasons? bc it just breaks my heart ASKADSJISSNOS

No official reason has ever been given. But here are some random thoughts:

- This show was never meant to get this big. It was a small little production for Norwegian teens. The actors are amateurs and they have a life outside of the show. They’re not full time actors. They barely get paid at all. They’re not media trained. The whole crew is very small and tight and they work around the clock. This show started as a way to make teenage girls in Norway feel a little better about themselves and to educate them. In S1, the characters were actually able to communicate on instagram through comments because not too many people commented. Now the comments sections are mine fields.

- The show got too big. It got attention from all corners of the globe. Julie gets contacted by the freaking New York Times. People fly from South Korea and the US to meet the cast, some of which are teenagers who go to high school. People start becoming interested in the cast’s daily lives. It’s fun. It’s great content while we wait for S4. Their families are nice. Their friends are awesome content providers. Etc.

- The cast’s loved ones start getting targeted. Mean and cruel comments rain on their instas. “Dirty hipsters”, Rumen gets the nickname ‘Semen’ (wtf), a couple of death threats (yes legit death threats) here and there. People are no longer just interested and grateful. They’re entitled now. They demand things. Comments like “i’m disappointed. I will never see character X the same way again” can be found on their instas. Even the actors’ mothers get targeted now for being “money hungry” “fame whore”. Some actors have to pretend to be taking phone calls at school or ask their teacher to cover for them. People are now demanding and cruel. Make one mistake and you’re “canceled” “delete your existence you homophobic piece of shit” “nobody wants to hear from you your career is over” “Julie is a disgusting ableist and homophobic asshole and i will fight her” “fuck you just say you hate muslims and go” etc.

- Instagrams get deleted now. Some come back (David’s) but comments have to be disabled on some posts because some people want to sniff Tarjei’s panties. Some don’t (ruby sigh). Some actors have to post on their insta story to leave other actors alone because they’re not their characters (Iman about Josefine and Cengiz). Some stop posting for weeks when they used to post 938483 times a day (Henrik). Etc. It’s become toxic. It’s become a 24/7 thing. It’s become exhausting.

- Julie and Mari went from writing and getting the feedback of Norwegian teens to having to cater to the desires of very demanding people from all over the world. People who don’t understand that characters are allowed to fuck up from time to time, who don’t understand how POV works, who jump to conclusions and are so passionate (which is great and awesome) but also so cruel.

- They never signed up for all of this. And yes fame comes with a price and they should be grateful but honestly they never signed up for the intrusion, for the harassment, for the hate. Nobody deserves this.

- Money was probably an issue too. As a show gets bigger, you need more money. And when you remember that this is funded by taxpayer money by Norwegians, it’s kinda messed up to feel entitled at all. Yes they get fame from the international attention but how do you quantify that? At the end of the day, what do they get from that? No profit whatsoever. Not even self-esteem benefits from this because some of the cruel stuff people spew all day every day is truly upsetting. And if it keeps ME at night, then I can’t imagine what it does to them.

- Rights sold to America. This might also have created conflict. But i dont think so. I think Julie and the rest are just tired and need a vacation.

- People with NRK insiders saying that Julie actually stopped the show because NRK refused to give her a raise…….. ok. Right. Sure. As if you can spend years with these characters in your head and then just abandon them because of a raise.

- This post makes no sense. I apologize. Now am I devastated that my favorite show that no one knew about a year ago is ending? YES DAMMIT I AM CRUSHED. Do I understand that it had to? Yes to that, too.

- im sorryyy djdbsjsn

Birthday boy

A one shot with a surprise birthday party and a sub Harry

WARNING: SMUT

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Not Going Anywhere

Woo, my first fanfic for this fandom! You get some Galra!Keith, the Power of Friendship™ and Lance actually acting like a Mature Adult, who’d ever have guessed it?

(Also, just for the record: my Pidge is genderfluid and uses mostly they/them/their pronouns! It’s not important, but I felt like I should say it.)

Edit: NOW WITH AMAZING FANART FROM @catnippackets!!!! 


It’s Pidge that first mentions it, piping up about something none of them have had the courage to voice yet.

“He’s not coming out, is he?”

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anonymous asked:

What lead to your sleeping position on the futon?

Osomatsu: Ok! Now that we have gotten a new futon we have to pick where we’re all going to sleep! Since I am the oldest I have taken the liberty of putting forth the work to solve this issue!

Osomatsu: As the oldest, I am going to pick first. I choose the middle. That way even on the coldest nights I’ll be warm in between all my brothers.

Osomatsu: Now, I feel because Jyushimatsu moves around the most, he should take one of the edges of the bed, that way he doesn’t disturb the rest of us.

Osomatsu: Since I’ll need some kind of shield from that movement, I think Choromatsu would best benefit sleeping here, next to me and next to Jyushimatsu.

Choromatsu: H-Hey….

Osomatsu: Now, since Ichimatsu stinks up the place, I think he’d do best on the other end of the bed. Also, he asked for one of the end spaces so I can’t say no to that! 

Ichimatsu: Heh…

Osomatsu: Now that leaves Karamatsu and Todomatsu. I think it’s best Karamatsu sleep next to Ichimatsu, since, as we all discussed… Ichimatsu is the stinkiest.

Osomatsu: So Karamatsu will sleep here. You’re also a sound sleeper so you wont be bothered when Todomatsu gets up in the middle of the night. So Todomatsu, you are… here~

Osomatsu: In between your big bros, to help protect you from the monsters at night.

Osomatsu: Any questions? :D

Karamatsu and Choromatsu: …. :/

sana gets home by herself and she hears her mother and her father talking in the living room and she takes off her shoes and her mother asks “who is it?” and sana takes a deep breath before she says “it’s me” because she wants to sound like her usual self, she doesn’t want her parents to suspect anything, she wants to seem like she’s fine

but then she’s in her room and she’s so tired, she’s emotionally exhausted and she doesn’t even have the strength to get changed. and she just sits on the edge of her bed and her breathing is shaky and she’s trying not to cry because she knows that she won’t be able to stop if she does. it’s too much, all of it. elias and his friends fighting with isak’s friends, and isak being hurt, and noora and yousef, and all the horrible things these girls said about her in the toilet, and how dare they. how dare say they say that she disrespected her religion when she has never felt anything but immense respect and love and appreciation toward it, when it’s always been so important to her. and not only getting the confirmation that sara betrayed her, but also vilde. despite all the chances she has given her, despite being there for her countless times. and why why why does this keep happening to her, why do people keep treating her that way when all she’s ever wanted was to be a good person, when her own intentions have been nothing but good all along and it’s just 

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Do I like Him?

Pairing; jungkook x reader || Dancer kook!au + Jealous kook!au

Summary;  “I’m not your princess.”  You fall in love with your best friend dancer Jungkook, and sexual tensions grow until something happens.

Word count; 3.2k 

 warnings; smut, language, slight bondage, princess and daddy kink

A/N; sorry for not writing anything for the longest. :( THIS HAS A LOT OF FLUFF THO TOO. (and sorry if there are some mistakes lol) i need jesus from this omgg

Originally posted by jeonify

You sauntered out the door, being exposed a new day. The bitter cold wind hit you which felt like a thousand needles against your skin since you had to wear a stupid skirt for the uniform. You were on your way to school trying to keep alive and warm in the process. “Ugh winter is going to be the death of me.” You groaned to yourself as you shivered.

You hugged yourself only to notice you forgot your coat. Time was ticking and you were quite far away from home already. Making your way down the icy street with the pure white snow in your hair, you noticed your best friend Jungkook. He was also walking to school. Jungkook lived a few blocks away from you. His face lit up and he ran up to you. He seems so happy to see you, everyday.

“Hey y/n! How are you princess?” He greeted you. You froze up even more at the word ‘princess’
“Hi, but will you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”
“Uh, well it’s just because you act like one, that’s all.” he explained to you.
You continued to walk and hug yourself trying to keep the cold away. Suddenly Jungkook slipped off his coat being left in his white button up shirt that seems to be way too small. It contoured his toned body perfectly. You looked away and shook your head.
“That’s wrong, no, stop it”, you told yourself.

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Cas could hear the sound of the waves seeping through the windows. The sun was starting to come up, but only just barely, and Cas fought the urge to sneak out to the beach for the first time. He frowned, looking at Dean’s sleeping form, wishing he could sleep, too. Or just that Dean would wake up so they could finally go to the water—they had gotten in too late yesterday to go see the beach.

As if in answer to his wish, the blankets started to stir next to him. Cas stretched, his eyes landing on the mound of comforters and sheets wadded up and heaping. The angel’s chin dipped to his chest as he viewed his naked toes where his own blankets were missing.

With a smile, Cas propped himself up on his elbow to investigate the thief. Smirking, he poked at the mound of fluff, feeling his finger dip until it hit something solid:

“Oof.”

Quickly, Cas pulled at the blankets, freeing a messy head of blonde hair, groaning against the small amount of sunlight as his fingers covered his eyes.

“Ha!” Cas said, climbing up to straddle Dean, pulling his hands away from his eyes as the hunter blinked to adjust to the light.

“What the hell, Cas?” Dean whined, taking on an overly grumpy look.

But his words were lost as Cas started peppering his face, neck and chest, taking the argument out of him.

“You.” Kiss. “Stole.” Kiss. “All.” Kiss, Kiss. “The blankets.” Kiss. “Last.” Kiss. “Night.”

Dean grabbed the angel’s face with a smile and brought him in for a deep kiss on the lips. It lasted until Cas felt flushed, starting to breathe hard.

“It’s not like you need them,” Dean said. The hunter’s face was equally sheepish and devious when he finally pulled away, and Cas had to hide a blush.

Cas flopped back to Dean’s side with a sigh, landing on his back. “Ok,” he said. “Forgiven.”

Cas looked at Dean’s face when he’d calmed down, and even though it had only been a matter of seconds, the hunter’s eyes were already closed again. And, somehow, Dean had managed to gather an even larger portion of the blankets.

Dean had gone still enough, that Cas was starting to wonder if he’d fallen asleep again.

“Dean?” Cas asked tentatively, and the edges of the hunter’s lips turned up, if only slightly.

“Yeah, baby?” the hunter replied, his voice already sleepy.

Cas furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms. “I thought we were going to go to the beach today. It’s our honeymoon, we’re not supposed to stay in bed the whole time!”

Then, in a second, Dean’s eyes were open again, and this time, he was tugging Cas into his arms, resting him against his bare chest.

“It’s only been four hours, Cas. I need at least five” Dean whined, wrapping an arm across Cas’s chest, finding the angel’s left hand with his, and lacing their fingers together, letting the gold on both their wedding bands touch.

“Ok,” Cas said in resignation, relaxing against Dean. Cas twiddled his thumbs. He counted the tiles on the ceiling. He even briefly considered sneaking out without Dean, though he felt guilty about the thought.

About ten minutes in, he heard Dean sigh through Cas’s fidgeting.

“You really want to go now?” Dean asked finally. Cas turned to see the hunter staring down at him, already looking defeated and a little exasperated. The angel nodded enthusiastically. Dean leaned forward, giving Cas a small peck on his forehead.

“Ok, fine. Lead the way,” he finally grunted, rolling out of bed, his feet thumping on the floor.

The condo shared a beach with the neighbors, but no one was bound to be up at this time of the morning, so when Dean tugged at the blankets, wrapping himself deep inside them and stumbled out the door pajama-clad and barefoot with messy hair, Cas didn’t complain. He simply grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him enthusiastically toward the sound of the water, knowing he probably looked the same.

Their footsteps slowed as their feet moved from the hard stones of the walkway to the soft resistance of sand. Still, Cas held Dean’s hand as they walked toward the water. When they were only a few feet away, Cas stopped, inhaling.

His hand tightened around his husband’s as he took in the full effect of the sunrise. Orange and red bled in every direction across the water, rippling as the surface movement played with the light.

Cas took in every corner of it pretending it was his first time seeing nature’s miracles and not like he’d been around at practically the time of their creation. But really, it didn’t take much imagination. Because he’d never had the opportunity to enjoy it like this. Unfettered and unrestrained by duty and devotion.

“It’s beautiful,” he breathed, letting the warmth of the sun heat the tips of his skin.

“Yeah,” Dean echoed the sentiment. Cas looked at Dean’s wrinkled, blanket-mummified form. But the hunter wasn’t looking at the sand, or the ocean, or the sunrise. His eyes were fixed on Cas and filled with awe and admiration. “Beautiful,” he said quietly.

Cas blushed and smiled, sitting down. He pulled Dean down with him, laying the hunter’s head in his lap as they both adjusted to get comfortable. After a moment, Cas’s hand found its way into the hunter’s hair, playing with it in slow patterns.

“Dean,” he said quietly as he watched the sun continue to rise. “I love you.”

He could feel Dean smile against his leg, though Cas could see that his eyes had closed again.

“Cas,” said Dean in reply. “You can wake me up early any time.”

With All My Heart - Part 11

Word Count: 2691

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations

A/N: Thanks to @percywinchester27 for the help 

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“Can I have access to my girlfriend sometime this week?” Jensen glared at Emma who hadn’t stopped cuddling you since you let her in the room. You were going home today and she still refused to leave your side, taking up half your bed and clinging to you like glue.

“No.” She answered, burying her face in your neck. “She’s mine now. You had your turn.” You held your hand up to your face and laughed, cringing a little at the pain it caused. You didn’t see him snap the photo of you in that moment, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing you laughing again made him happy.

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Enemies PT. 4 (Smut)

Words: 2266

Warning: Smut

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A/N: Sorry the waiting, I was busy with school. Thats the final part, enjoy it and thank you ^^ 

(Y/F/N: Your friends name)

Enemies Pt 1. (smut) l Enemies PT. 2 (smut) l Enemies Pt. 3


“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it, Jungkook. I’m not yours” you said and tried to break free from him.

 He pulled you back, holding your hands against his chest as he pressed his body against yours and looked into your eyes.

 “Would you want to be?” he asked.


 You woke for one more day. Shit. You could not believe the night before. Had you dreamed? No… it was too real to be a dream. I’m such a stupid, you thought. You should have come back to Jimin, should have enjoyed the night with him, but you didn’t. Instead, you excused yourself, apologized and left. Just this way. You left. You looked at your cellphone, three lost calls and a message from your friend.

 Why aren’t you calling me back? If you’re this tired not to answer me, I suppose the rumors are true

  Y/F/N (7 a.m)

 What? What rumors was she talking about? And what a nice way to wake up. You decided not to call her back since you would see her in school soon, so you just got dressed and made your way towards the school. Once you got there, you immediately felt something different. Maybe you were wrong, but you could feel stares at you. People whispering and looking at you. No… must be my impression.

 Suddenly, something pushed you against the corner.

 “Hey you crazy! Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, I was busy with my prom-match but you could have called my anytime” she said. What the hell was she saying?

 “Y/F/N, I don’t know what you are talking about. However, what rumors were you saying?” you asked. She looked at you and furrowed her eyebrows. So did you at her reaction.

 “Huh, don’t lie to me, I’m your best friend” she said, “so how was it? How was it to fuck Jimin, huh? Good enough to make you forget about Jungkook?”

 That moment the world stopped. To fuck Jimin? You hadn’t… had you? No, you went home! So why was she saying that?

 “I didn’t fuck him. Cheesus where does it came from?”

 She looked at you, now her stare was kinda scared.

“Hum… you didn’t? Well… this…oh my god. Y/N, listen. People are saying Jimin took you to his place after the party and, well, you know. Actually, he did say it. I don’t agree that he did spread it but-“

“What? What the heck, Y/F/N, he did not do any of this! You said he is spreading? No, he is not. Jimin is not like that. Someone else must have said this shit”

The moment those words left your mouth, your mind immediately flew to Jungkook. What if he heard that too? What would he think? Anger started to build up inside you. But you couldn’t believe that. Jimin? Cute Jimin?

 “I’m gonna talk to him” you said and left. He was there, resting his back against his locker, laughing out loud with his friends.

 “Hey, Jimin!” you yelled.

 “Hey, Mrs. Park. How are you today?” he said cockily while his friends scanned you up and down, opening his arms for you. What?

“What the hell, Jimin? What is that people are saying? Why are you calling me like this?” You said.

 “That? Ah. You mean, our night?” he laughed.

 “The fuck? Why did you spread that? For fuck sakes, you’re such an asshole, how haven’t I heard shit about you before?”

 “Come here” he said, pulling you aside, alone. You looked around, people were staring at you both, at him taking you.

 “Let me go. Start talking” you said, angrily.

 “You think I’m stupid? I saw you and Jungkook last night” he said, “I’m not an idiot, how come you were with me, and left for him?”

 Fuck.

“We didn’t do anything! Even if we had…” you said.

“You think I’m a jerk? Maybe I’m, but you are just a slut who likes to hook up around. Now deal with that” he said and left before you could answer.

The world stopped. Did he call you a slut? You? Tears came up. You knew rumors fly. But no one likes to be seen as a hoe. And if that was the image he was sharing about you… The worst was what you were thinking. Whom you were thinking about. Jungkook.

 The bell rang and you had to go to the classroom. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to face him. The moment you entered into the room, you could say the atmosphere changed. Maybe you were wrong and your mind was just fucked up already, but yeah.

 There he was. Sitting on his usual seat. You did sit beside him, purposely, but he didn’t even look at you. He didn’t talk to you. He didn’t mention the night before. Maybe you were right and he was joking around with you all the time. Or maybe he had heard.

 Time was passing and you were getting nervous. You needed to go home. Ok, it was just a rumor, rumors die sometime, but…you just weren’t ready. The moment the bell rang, you ran to the bathroom. You waited for the people to get into class, and when you were sure the hallway was empty, you went downstairs. You did regret that, because Jungkook was there.

 Closed eyes, back resting against the wall. You stopped for a second, just scanning him. He seemed to be thinking, not tired. He heard your steps and opened his eyes. You both stayed there, staring at each other.

 “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” you said, now looking down.

 “Aren’t you?” he said dryly.

Ok, something was wrong.

 “Yeah, but…I need time. I’m skipping class, going home. You?”

 “I need time. Not skipping class, not going home” he answered.

 “I see. Have you…” you breathed heavily, “have you heard?”

 “Have I heard what? That you fucked with Jimin? Oh yeah, I have” he said simply.

There it was. He heard and now he probably thought you were a slut too. Maybe he always did and that’s why he decided to fuck you. Because you were easy for him.

 “You believe it?”

 “Does it matter? Do you care?” he said, “Gotta go class. See ya around” he said and left, don’t even letting you answer.

 You ran out the school, tears burning your inside, but you wouldn’t let them fall down. No.

 When you arrived home, you changed your clothes, put on a hoodie pants and simple shirt and let yourself fall onto your bed. Shit, how did everything go wrong so fast? You didn’t even realize. Your head were getting full of thoughts, and before you could see, you fell asleep.


You woke up as your cellphone buzzed. You looked at your window. Is it already night? You had an unread text. From… Jungkook. What?

  Open your window. I’ll be there in two.

           Jungkook (8 pm)

Damn! What? He would be there? Where? For what?

You were feeling so much things that moment, happiness, fear… What if he was there to end up all that?  

 You couldn’t take your thoughts any longer because there he was, knocking on your window, asking for you to open it. You froze for a little sec to check him out. That jacket with that white shirt… these pants… urgh!

  You opened the window and he got in your room. There you were. Once again, standing, looking at each other without saying a word. No noises. Just silence. He was the first to break it.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“No”

 “I had never thought you were the kind of girl who cares about bullshit people say” he said kinda disappointed. I don’t, I care about you.

 “I don’t care” you said harshly.

  “So what’s the problem? Rumors end up someday” he said. You know what? Fuck it.

“You. You are the problem” you said. He furrowed his eyebrows at your answer.

 “What did I do?” he said, but you could say he was being cocky. He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to admit the way he did.

 “I cared about you. I do. I didn’t want you to think that I’m a slut like everybody else is” you replied. You walked to your bedroom and did sit. He sat beside you. He was staring at you.

 “I don’t think you are a slut” He said, getting closer. Oh, no. He was there just to fuck you? Because if he was, you would get angry right now and then. He seemed to notice your body tensing up, “I’m not here to fuck your ass off, Y/N. I’m here to make you feel good. I’m here for you. I’m not gonna say that I actually love you, but I didn’t lie. I care about you. I have discovered feelings, and I want to explore it” he said.

 He had fucked you already. If it was his only intention, he could’ve left you. If he was there, maybe it meant he really did care. You could get hurt, yes. But you could be happy too. You just had to try.

 “Same” you said.

“What?”

“I understand you, because me too. I’ve discovered feelings for you as well. I’m just afraid that you will hurt me…” you said.

 “No, no. Y/N. I’m not gonna hurt you, neither will I let anyone. Just trust me” he said and pulled you to him, hugging you. You looked up and scanned his face. His pink lips, that beautiful hair you loved to pull.

“You want to make me feel better?” you asked.

 “Yes, Y/N, just tell me how” he said quickly.

 “Then make love to me” you said. He stared at you, hesitating.

 “You sure? I don’t want you to think that I’m here to fuck you”

 “Kiss me and you’ll be sure” you answered. He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips found yours, fitting yours immediately. The kiss wasn’t rough, wasn’t hungry. It was passionate. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling at it. His tongue finally found yours, dancing and caressing it, the sensation making you melt. His hand started to caress your leg, his touch sending you shiver.

 “Lay down. Strip. I wanna admire your body” he said. Normally, you would be shy. But you couldn’t. Not now. You did take off your clothes, and so did he. You both were naked. You had seen his body before, of course, but once your eyes found his perfect abs, his cock asking to be touched, to get hard, your mouth watered as if it was the first time.

 He placed himself between your legs, letting his length touch your pussy, but not pushing in. He kissed you again, but soon his lips left your lips and started playing with your neck, massaging your skin with his tongue. Damn, his touch felt so damn good. One of his hands started touching your boobs, playing with your nipple, soon his fingertips found your clit. It was enough to have you wet.

 “Damn, Y/N” he whispered. His mouth was now sucking your breast, his index finger almost entering into you. You whined, and he finally pushed in. Fuck. That felt fucking good. He started to pump it in and out, slowly, teasing you.

 “Jungkook, please” you begged.

“I missed it. I missed to feel your warm pussy” he said, his dirty talk always making you wetter, “Damn, I need to be inside you right now”

 “So give your dick what it wants. Fuck me” you whispered. He did fix himself, putting his head at your entrance, and pushed in. He didn’t move.

 “Move”

“Don’t. Fuck, your walls feel so good” he groaned and soon started moving. His thrusts were slow, a tease, his dick stretching you. His pace was getting faster; he lowered himself and found the gap between your neck and shoulder, biting it, adding pleasure. He started groaning, the sound of his pleasured voice making you go to the edge.

 “Oh, fuck. Please let me ride you” you said. He rolled over, pulling you on top. You started moving up and down immediately, your boobs bouncing and he did grab it. He squeezed your nipples, soon one of his hands added pleasure at your clit.

 “Shit, Jungkook”

 “I know how you like it. I know how you like to feel my cock on this tight pussy of yours” he said. Ah… that was feeling so good. You missed him. His touch. His cock. His sex. Your skin started to hit against each other, the noise making you both go crazy.

 You started to feel your walls clenching around him. Once he felt it too, his climax got closer and closer. It didn’t take long for him to come, and when you felt his cum exploring your inside, you couldn’t hold it back anymore; you came around him, calling his name.

  You laid beside him, and looked at him. He looked back, and once again, you stayed there, in silence. No noises. No talking. Just the sound of your breath. He was the first to break the silence.

 “You ok?” he asked.

“I’ll be better if you stay” you said, smiling at him. He smiled back, that gorgeous smile making you feel happy, somehow

“Well, you owe me an answer” he pointed.

 “What? I don’t. I just said I wasn’t yours Kookie” you said, chuckling, “I don’t recall any questions”

“So, let me ask you once again” he said and got closer, his forehead touching yours, his lips touching yours.

 “Would you want to be?”

The Library**

Ravenclaw: “Hmm… I can’t seem to find the book I need.”

Slytherin *out of nowhere from around the shelf*: “Maybe I can help.”

Ravenclaw: “Oh um…”

Slytherin: “I know what you’re thinking. My house is known for its *grabs a book* pride and prejudice, but I am not like that.”

Ravenclaw: “Oh?”

Slytherin: “No, I am not lacking *grabs another book* sense and sensibilities.”

Ravenclaw: “What is happening?”

Slytherin: “I have noticed you coming here often. You must think I have a *grabbing yet another book* heart of darkness, but I assure you that isn’t true.”

Ravenclaw: “Oh, I wouldn’t have said that… at least not the way you said it…”

Slytherin: “Perhaps I can win you over with some persuasion.”

Ravenclaw: “I don’t think that’s really…”

Slytherin: “Is it some one else!? Perhaps they would like to meet my *grabbing another book* hatchet, and be laid to rest *grabbing another book* 20,000 leagues under the sea!”

Ravenclaw: “What!?”

Slytherin: “I’m sorry. That was just some… wicked humor for you.”

Ravenclaw: “Ok, I really need to find this book now so… Do you know where I can find Fantastic Beasts…”

Slytherin: “Mhhmm.

Ravenclaw: “Ok, no. I’m just going to get a Hufflepuff to help me find it.”

**Based on sketches by Studio C

Okay so this is just a big tip for all of you. Have a ‘fuck shit I’m homeless’ or whatever you wanna call it bag. Recently I’ve had a similar situation and this would have been a fucking life saver.

First go buy a bag, preferably a book bag and some smaller bags that can go inside to keep everything organized. You can buy more than one if you want though.

Get a jar and put a slit in the lid for money saving. If you got some control issues super glue that fucking lid okay. Your only job is to put spare change and money in it.

When it’s full put all the money into a little zipper bag, you an buy these fuckers for like 10$. Also tip: keep 10% of the change and take the rest to a lil coin machine so u can get paper money instead. Don’t even count how much you put in there. Just shove it in and forget about it. Repeat the money thing every so often so you keep adding it up.

Now gather some supplies. I came up with a list of things I needed most that I didn’t expect.

- Paper cutlery / plastic cutlery.
Don’t act like I’m stupid on this ok. Trust me. You don’t know how bad it is until you don’t even have a bowl to eat out of.

- Toiletries
Tampons/pads, basic makeup, a travel tooth care kit, genital care, toilet paper…etc.

- Three sets of clothes.
One set of pajamas, one set of day clothes, and something for cold weather. Oh, and lots of underwear. Especially if you got a V.

- Food
Aim for long lasting, nutritious, and only needing a microwave and a bowl or smthn. Chicken soup cans is a good example. And ravioli. Also get some small stuff like nature valley bars, it’s suggested you get some glucose tablets too. (Hella ramen noodles btw)

- Umbrella

- Water
Get a lot of this

- Those tiny ice packs that are super cute and smol.

- Hairbrush

- Something to make you feel comfortable
Maybe it’s a teddy bear or something. But get it.

- Basic medical supplies

- Dish washing supplies!!!

- Get a cheap set of 1$ bowls and stuff that r microwave safe n stuff

Separate it all into bags and such. Organize it. Organize it. Organize some more.

Now I’m going to tell you what to do in the case that you’re homeless.

1. Get a hotel.
Don’t get something nice and expensive. Get something cheap that works. This is why I say to put all of that money away. Trust me. It will help loads.

2. If you don’t have a job, get one if possible.

3. GoFundMe. Do it. Fuck pride. Do.it.

4. Save everything. If you eat at waffle house or soemthing get to go so hopefully they give you plastic to go stuff. Save it. Wash it and save it. Save all the condiments you get that you haven’t opened. The napkins. Save. It. All.

5. Have a little bag to put all the plates and stuff you collect in.

6. Start applying for income based apartments.

7. Hustle for your fucking money babe. If you have to be a stripper, it’s gotta be done. If you don’t wanna that’s fine but IMO you gotta do what you gotta do.

8. Sugar daddies/mommas are real and sugar babies get 2k a week on average. You dont have to fuck them all. Make your boundaries clear if you get one.

EDIT:: YALL BE SAFE. I was relying off what my mother told me, as she is an ex sugar baby. Having a sugar daddy and such has a lot of cons. So y'all be safe. Do your research and KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GETTING INTO.

9. When you get a place to stay keep all the shit you collected just in case.