out upon the waters

MBTI as stuff I've heard in the nurse's office over the years

ENTJ “Hurry up and get me some ibuprofen. I gotta get back to class so I don’t end up with some shitty job like yours.”
INTJ “Chemistry accident”
ENTP “*holding tissue in nose and ice pack over face* I wanted to see what happened if I smashed my face into the desk”
INTP “I was attacked by a basketball in gym class”
ESTJ “Dammit Gabby’s 2 minutes late for her meds where is she”
ISTJ “Dealing with all these idiots has given me a migraine”
ESFJ “Okay you can stay back there for twenty more minutes but don’t tell my boss I’ll get fired”
ISFJ “Don’t worry about me, just need a bandaid. *HUGE BLOODY SKINNED KNEE WITH GRAVEL IN IT*”
ESTP “So he punched me in the face so I pulled my blade on him and I think I’m gonna be suspended again”
ISTP “Um I nearly cut my hand off with a saw and had to have surgery”
ESFP “HEEEEEEY LADIES HOW’S IT GOIIIIN no im not here for any reason its just that geometry is boring”
ISFP “*to nurse* uuuughhh…my stomach hurts… *to other person* the truth is i never studied for this test we’re taking in class right now”
ENFJ “GO HOME YOURE FREAKIN SICK I DONT WANT YOUR GERMS”
INFJ “I was just walking along having existential thoughts when I tripped on my shoelace down the stairs *mind you this was a fucking fourth grader what the fuck*”
ENFP “Well I was spinning around and around and then I hit my head on the cabinet and I think I’m gonna puke”
INFP “*crying* Reality sucks let me lay down”

Awkward Encounter

 Summary : Just keep reading, its cute I swear ;)

 Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Nudity , nsfw gif, swearing .

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   Being close friends with wanda maximoff is a gift ; she’s sweet, caring , beautiful and so much more . You wish the world could see her as you do . You met in a book store , and instantly clicked . Now you spend most of your free time together , either at the avengers tower or at your apartment . You’ve gotten to meet the other members of her team, and got along with them just as well. You have almost as good of a bond with them as you do with wanda . So being around the tower isn’t abnormal for you , even when Wanda’s was busy. It didn’t take much for her to convince Stark to give you an ID pass for the tower. You have access to each of the teams floors, the gym and the communal floor; only Tony’s lab was off limits but he even let you come watch him work some days .

 Right now you’re in the gym, you had the urge to get in a quick workout before lunch with wanda after her meeting with Fury. You finally have a couple days off for work and plan and spending as much time you can with your friends . Nat ,Sam and Steve are also in the gym, but Sam and Nat exit about ten minutes before you and Steve . Your body is aching , i think I might of over did the elliptical today, fuck. You step into the ladies locker room, craving a hot shower to soothe your muscles , but as you reach the locker containing your bag , moan begin echoing through the room.

“ fuck Sam,”

“ you like that Natasha you -”

Originally posted by btvsladies

No no no no . GROSSSSS . You grab your bag and bolt out of the Locke room before you can get too scarred for life . There is no way I can skip out on a shower, I smell horrible . Oh! He boys showers! If Sams in there then they should be clear! You walk across the hall to the men’s lockeroom , upon entering you hear water running .

“ hello?” You call out

  “ y/n? Is everything okay? ” Steve calls out .you peek around the corner, licking eyes with a very naked, wet Captain America . Holy balls.

  “ ye-yeah . Uh Sam and natasha are … getting friendly in the other locker room, mind if I shower in here?”

  The shower stalls aren’t full height , they come up enough to cover a little above your waist .

“ yeah, that’s fine . Sorry about them .” He chuckles turning back around . Fuck his back is just as fucking beautiful as his front , damn. You shuffle around the locker room, dropping your bag and grabbing your shower shampoo , conditioner and body wash. You jump into the stall mirroring Steves, so your backs are to each other . This isn’t awkward right? It’s not like he’s going to see anything . You turn on the water and let out a shriek when it touches your skin . “ WHY IS THIS SO COLD?!?” Steve bursts out laughing , watching as you cower in the corner of the stall . 


Your back is to him , you can feel his eyes on you .

“ tony wanted to piss buck off, and made it so only one stall can have hot water at a time . So whenever we are all in here bucky manages to get the ice water , I completely forgot. ”

“ real fucking funny” you mumble . You wrap yourself in your towel after shutting off the after and grabbing your things . “ scoot over Rogers .”

  His eyes nearly pop from his sockets “ w-wh-what are you -”

“ it’s not like you’ve never seen a naked girl Rogers. I gotta shower and be ready before Wanda’s done ! Eyes up here Captain.” You step into his stall, ripping your towel off your body and hanging it over on the edge . A deep blush Rises from Steves neck to his cheeks . You send him a wink before stepping around him to get under the water .

 You moan at the feeling of the hot water on your muscles . “ is this too weird for you steve ? I can-”

  “ no , it’s okay !” He replies quickly , making you smirk .

“ whatever you say .” You wink and turn back around . Don’t look at naked steve roger , don’t look at naked steve rogers. after washing your hair  you rotate, letting steve under the water while you grab your body wash . You cave, letting your eyes wander over his backside . The team makes fun of his for having a small ass, but damn, is it a sight . You watch as he struggles to wash his lower/ middle back .

“ uh steve , you having an issue there ?” You giggle watching his arms flail as they try to reach certain spots

  “ shut up, my arms are sore and I usually have my loofa on a stick to help.” You explode with laughter , the image of captain America using a loofa on a stick flashes in your mind and you can’t control yourself . You hear him grunt , you smile and smack his hands away from his back.

“ let me help .” You use your body wash , letting it mix with his as your hands carress his back , lathering it until his back is covered . You press down a little harder , almost massaging his back. You hear a small groan escape him after you apply a little more pressure .

  “ you’re back is tight Steve .”

  “ feel free to keep going then y/n. I ain’t stoppin ya.” I will gladly keep my hands on this man, God every girl in America would kill for this chance . Your fingers move to his shoulders, applying extra pressure there when you feel numerous knots . Steves leaning forward , his hands flat against the stall wall infront of him, letting the shower rain over him as you continue massaging him, moans slipping from him every so often. After about 10 minutes he turns , giving you a crooked smile .

  “ I knew there’s a reason we keep you around.” You scoff , then switch your positions again so you can finally use your body wash for yourself . You lather it in your hands before running them down your sides before move them to your ass . You hear steve suck in a sharp breath as your hands smoothe the bubbles over your ass cheeks, kneading your hands against the globes of it.


You look over you shoulder, sending him an innocent smile as you continue your movements .

  “ my eyes aren’t down there Steven .” You dont have to turn around to know his eyes snapped up . You turn, applying more wash to your hands before lathering it over your front . You make sure to go slower when you run your hands around your chest , paying extra attention to your breasts. Steves eyes never stop watching your hands as they travel over your body . You watch as he tugs his lip between his teeth when your hands cupped your breasts, then slide up your neck . You lock eyes right before you whirl around to let the water rush over you and remove the bubbles . this entire situation has made a new heat Form in your body, specifically your core . The thought of someone as handsome as Steve Rogers watching you sets you on fire . You turn once again, Steves mouth opens , but the sound of the locker room door swinging open stops him. Both of your eyes go wide . Fuck , no one will let us live this down .

“ Steves?” Fucking Sam. You did the only thing you can think of , you move so Steves under the water Now, and you drop to your knees so your hidden by the stall wall. Dumb fucking move , now in eye level with Steves fucking boner . Your mouth drops at the view you have , Steves rock hard cock bobbing against his stomach . He got hard from watching me ? Go me 

  “ yeah sam?” You hear the shakiness in his voice, and you send him a worried look. don’t blow this steve ! Your eyes fall back to his dick , that was a poor choice of words y/n.

“ wanda just called and asked if we wanted to go to lunch with her and y/n. You in ?” Oh wanda .

You look up to steve , biting your lip as you lock eyes with him. You nod ‘yes ’ at him .

“ uh- ye-yeah . Just give me a little bit to get ready.”

  “ alright man. Meet us in the lobby in20, wanda said she’ll grab y/n and see us there .” You hear the door shut and you release the breath you’ve been holding . Steve extends his hands, helping to pull you up . Now there’s not even an inch between you , and his boner is pressed against your stomach . You can tell by how his rapidly chest is rising that he’s just as worked up as you .

“ y/n-” his eyes are just blown and your absolutely sure yours are the same . You bite your lip once again , neither of you removing your eyes from the other . One of his hands go to your waist , the other cupping your jaw while yours lay flat against his chest . His hand tilts your face up, his head leaning to the side as your lips get closer, before they can touch FRIDAYS voice booms through the locker room.

 "Miss y/n , miss maximoff is requesting your location . Would you like me to inform-“

  ” no FRIDAY, tell her I’ll be on her floor in a minute . “ Steves eyes are still on you, watching your lips now as you respond to The AI . You shoot him an innocent smile , both of you knowing whatever was about to happen just got cut short . As much as you don’t want to, you pull away from steve . Stepping back and grabbing your towel . You leave the stall to throw on your spare clothes , before leaving the locker room

What the hell just happened?

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One Strange Night // Jay Park & Im Jaebum College AU!(M)

Originally posted by ohsexyguys

Originally posted by morkeutuan

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader x Im Jaebum

Genre: Smut, threesome

Summary: You live with Jay and Jaebum in a student house near to your university, and things get very interesting one night that you all decide to watch a movie instead of going out partying.

A/N: Please note that this scenario is rated mature and contains content of a sexual nature including threesomes, oral, orgasm denail, begging, lots of dirty talk. (Also, sorry for using two GIFs but there are no GIFs with these two boys together to my knowledge!)


They say that your days at college are the most stressful and crazy days of your life – and this was true. Not only did you have mountains of work to hand in and make near impossible deadlines, you had seen some pretty crazy shit, both on and off campus.

You lived in a student share house; you and two other boys. The first was Jay Park, born and raised in Seattle who was majoring in music production – and if he could put full time party boy down on his resume, that would be applicable too. The second was Im Jaebum, a study abroad student from South Korea who moved in around the same time as you and Jay. When you first met him, his English was barely coherent thus him keeping to himself most of the time – but now, 2 years down the line, you and Jay had him talking like he was from down the road, causing the three of you becoming close; even though your personalities differed greatly.

Living with 2 handsome men wasn’t easy. Actually, most of the time, living with men wasn’t easy; period. More than often, they left things lying at their backside for you to clean up, and not one of them knew how to work a cooker or washing machine to save their lives. You wondered how they survived up until this point, and then it clicked with you that these boys had lived with their Mothers all their lives – and now living with you, you took it upon yourself to mother them when and if so necessary. Not only because you wanted to help them; you also had a huge crush on both of them too.

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Rain - Akira Kurusu x Fem!Reader

On a rainy day, Akira tilted his head towards the window, admiring the gentle splatters of water upon the school window, drowning out the sounds of the lecture as he closed his dark eyes to the sound of rain, a wave of serenity rushing over his body as the calm atmosphere drew a veil over his eyes, the stress of school, the Metaverse, and his probation all fading away in this moment of peace. He couldn’t care less about anything at this point in time, relishing in the few minutes of peace within his mind as he listened to the white noise that cluttered inside his head. His hand held his head up as he stared outside the window, gently playing with his ebony locks. His other hand had the dull pencil in its grasp, the tip gently skating across his notes in patterns that he remembered from the metaverse and the grand palaces that he and the Phantom Thieves had come across during their time in the alternate dimension. The corner of Akira’s lips perked up in a soft smile, his face relaxed as his mind wandered to what he thought of the world and all of it’s imperfections and corruptions: where he and his confidants would change the selfish cognitions of others to make the world a better place, even if that is only miniscule compared to the massive amounts of corruption that the world held.

He let a breath of air escape from his mouth as his phone buzzed in his pocket, reaching for it to check who had sent a text. Akira’s mind instantly flipped to Ryuji, the ‘bonehead’ of the group who made it a bad habit to text during class. ‘That’s probably also a reason that everyone thinks he’s a delinquent…’, though he was pleasantly surprised to see it was an old friend of his from his hometown, the single thing he missed about that hell of a place. Akira’s glasses began to slide off his nose and he swiftly put them on the desk as his eyes scanned the message he had gotten. Remembering that she had come with the school on a trip to Tokyo, she seemed to be stuck indoors due to the rain, though compared to him, extremely bored. A common side effect when stuck with people you don’t care about and with nothing to do. ‘Dude, entertain me before I die of boredom!’ Akira fought back a chuckle at his friend’s text lest he get caught by the irritable teacher that yapped on and on about something or other.

‘If you’re so bored, why don’t you act like a good student and do you work while you’re free now?’ Akira’s finger’s flew on the screen, typing the snarky words his companion surely expected, as his quiet demeanor shook and fell to his cocky and arrogant one only for a few people; the ones that come inside the Metaverse with him, and her.

Akira bit his lip as the next message came quickly. ‘Like you’re one to talk! Er… text. Anyways, don’t act so cocky and just tell me how your life has been. Gotten into any trouble recently? I hope not. You’re still on probation! If you go to jail I will personally kick your ass into oblivion.’

Akira looked up from his phone and shifted his gaze to the teacher who had his back towards the students. He saw the combined alphabets as the teacher droned on and on about the different expressions in language, a topic they had covered before where Akira had figured out the meaning behind “wunderkind”. He turned back to his phone, seeing his cat companion asleep inside his desk, probably from the rain, and texted back as discreetly as he could. ‘I’d rather meet up and talk than have you “kick my ass into oblivion”, especially since you’re here for a weekend.’

‘Oh, so now you want me to act like a bad student and leave the class trip? Sounds fun. Where do we meet up?’ Her text was like a taunt, but he could almost feel the smile from the other side of the monitor. ‘And let me know when you want to go so I can sneak out.’

Akira scrolled through his notes and copied the address of the cafe he currently resides at, pasting it into their chat. ‘I have lunch in about three minutes. I’ll skip afternoon classes. Meet me there asap.’

He watched as the chat bubble indicating she were typing paused for a moment before reappearing as a text speech. ‘I’ll be there. Don’t be an ass and make me wait long; I don’t have an umbrella.’

-

The lunch bell rang loudly, cutting the teacher’s words short as students scrambled to leave with their lunches and immediately grouping with their friends. Akira stood up quickly, shoving an irritated Morgana into his bag, waved to Ann - a fellow Phantom Thief, and rushed out of the classroom to make his way outside of the school with the back entrance that he knows with the help of his third eye that no teacher was monitoring.

Morgana meowed lowly, poking his head out from inside the bag. “Where are we going? Are you going to skip class?” He asked with obvious annoyance.

Akira nodded, pushing the cat’s head back into his bag. “I’m meeting a friend. She won’t be here long.” He explained, sneaking into the subway station whilst hiding the uniform he wore as best he could to be discreet among the crowd.

The ride along the subway was not as crowded as it usually is when he is headed to school or back from it. Akira stood anxiously by the door, dashing out as they slid open for people to exit, not letting anyone have a chance to stop him if that was their plan. He couldn’t get caught; it would cause too much of a pain on everyone’s shoulders.

It continued to rain as Akira dashed through the empty streets next to his current residence, eyes frantically peering through his rain-streaked glasses, trying to spot the familiar hair and body of his friend. He ran under the many covers the shops had, thankful that they blocked a lot of the rain from getting to Morgana at least. He had forgotten his classic black umbrella at the cafe, leaving him partially soaked, even with the double layer of clothing and the covers he ran under. The water seemed to have soaked through his uniform jacket and onto the white long sleeve turtleneck underneath, chilling his skin uncomfortably.

Akira frowned as he stood in front of Cafe Leblanc, mindful not to let his guardian Sojiro see him. Otherwise, Akira might literally die. He peered in the window and saw the glowing figure of his friend under the fluorescent lighting, the same rain that stuck to her school uniform and accentuated her curves made her hair glitter in the light and his eyes wander over her as if she were a goddess that came to save him from the hell of his life.

Reluctantly, Akira tore his gaze away from his old friend, setting his bag down and gently taking Morgana out of his bag. “Stay here. Sojiro likes you. Just meow and he’ll come for you.” He instructed and left no room for the cat to object before he took his phone out and dialed his dear friend. ‘Come outside and make sure he doesn’t suspect you. I’ll take you somewhere nice.’ Akira slid away from the cafe, standing next to the alleyway with his arms crossed and a foot on the wall he leaned on, acting very intimidating yet mysteriously charming, a tip he had picked up from a book he finished while on the train.

He waited less than a minute, though the stray sprinkles of water did not keep him very good company, before he saw her emerge from the small cafe. Her eyes seemed to spot him immediately and she skipped over to him, careful to dodge the water that dropped from the heavens. She was completely soaked, Akira could tell, from the way her hair clung to her face and neck and the sleek gray that shimmed with water. He watched as she ran towards him, flinging herself onto the male and getting him even wetter than he was previously. “[Name]-” He objected, hands on her arms to try and pull her off him. “You’re soaked.”

“It’s revenge for making me wait, you jerk!” She exclaimed, slapping his arm with a glare that he knew was only half-serious. She paused for a minute, cheeks a dull pink as she stood under the cover of the alley, next to him. Akira smiled, watching her silently. He noticed the faint traces of makeup around her eyes, likely waterproof, that somehow made her shining eyes even more vibrant. He noticed that in the long months of having little contact with his childhood friend, how greatly he came to appreciate her, from her jokes to the appearance that made him sway in his shoes.

Akira pushed his dripping raven hair back and took his glasses off for a moment before deeming that he couldn’t wipe his glasses on his own wet clothes. He turned to [Name] who looked at him with a questioning gaze before pulling on the bottom of her shirt and wiping his glasses off, much to her discontent. “Thanks,” He said, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses onto his nose, finally relieved from the irritating drops of water that would blur his vision.

“Anyways,” [Name] cleared her throat, fixing her school shirt with an obvious blush that did not escape the eye of Akira. “Where are we goin-?” She asked, stomach interrupting at the last minute and rumbling loudly against the constant pattering of rain.

Akira sighed softly as [Name] hid her flushed face within her palms, embarrassed at being caught hungry. “Food, I guess. Seems like we both haven’t had lunch.”

“I’ll pay for it!” [Name] immediately declared with her mouth agape, stopping Akira from saying anything. He was well aware of her hard-headed nature and her stubbornness after years of arguments and debates, so he didn’t even bother to say anything in retaliation, lest they attract the attention of stray passersby that would likely notice their young age and uniforms and get them into trouble.

-

The timid persona Akira put on when not in the Metaverse was slightly swayed as [Name] and he walked side by side, hips practically glued together, just like old times. Akira’s arm was around [Name]’s shoulders, despite her on-and-off complaints of embarrassment, he felt her lean against him, especially as the wolfish gazes of deprived men on break from tedious office work bore into the soaked students. They soon arrived in front of the nearly empty ramen shop, thankful that the rush hour for lunch was over.

Akira lead them inside and they sat at the far corner of the counter, soft spoken and discreet as to not rile up any staggering customers from their lunch. [Name] looked at the menu with a frown, her pale fingers tapping the plastic covered menu and abruptly stopped when the old cook smiled their way and asked for their order. Akira was first to reply, having a house special he always gets. [Name] stuttered a bit but requested the same, still having not made up her mind by that point and didn’t wish to bother the old cook by taking up more time.

“Just like old times, huh?” Akira mused with a small smile, happy the memories he made with her in his hometown were good, unlike the ones with his neglectful parents (who are the absolute worst™).

[Name] took a sip from her cold glass of water, shaking her head. “Not really,” She replied with a hum before flashing Akira a devious smile. “You would always follow my lead back then.” She leaned back in the high chair, admiring Akira’s profile with a side glance. He reminded her of someone on television recently, and she could feel it on the tip of her tongue; but who?

The gentle rain was good company as Akira and [Name] silently ate their matching bowls of ramen, [Name] glanced up at the news playing on the television attached to the wall. It talked about the controversy behind the Phantom Thieves and whether their actions should be considered criminal or not. [Name] paused herself from eating, staring at the screen and seeing a blurry photo of the leader of the thieves, hardly recognizable by any standards, though [Name]’s heart seemed to pull inwards at the sight of Phantom.

“Did you take an interest in the Phantom Thieves?” Akira asked, drawing [Name]’s attention back to him. “They’ve become really popular lately; I admire them.”

[Name] stared at Akira, her brain slowly connecting the dots. “Yeah..” She mumbled, returning back to her meal while pushing that thought behind her for now, leading a nice conversation that caught their lives up with each other - most of it, at least.

-

Leaving the ramen shop a good thirty minutes later, the air damp and cold but only light drizzles falling from the sky, Chikai leaned against Akira for support as she scrolled through on her iPhone, something he couldn’t see with his angle of vision, as they walked through the now crowded streets. By this time, school was out, so there was no need to worry about Sojiro getting upset about Akira being home early, and they mutually agreed to go back to Akira’s place and chill there until it was time for [Name] to go back to the hotel.

“You alright?” Akira mumbled, his concerned eyes peering down at [Name]’s troubled face.

[Name] shook her head and gave Akira a smile, putting her phone away. “I’m fine. We’re almost there, right?”

“Yeah,” Akira confirmed, his grip on her faltering. “If Sojiro asks anything, don’t tell him about me cutting class. Otherwise I might be homeless for a good year.” He asked, hand rubbing [Name]’s head and messing up her damp hair.

[Name] rolled her eyes and huffed, fixing her hair the best she could. “Of course. I can’t have you being alone in Tokyo.”

-

Akira opened the door for [Name], as she slipped inside, greeted with Sojiro’s amusement at the sight of a previous customer and the one who was staying with him. “You two know each other?” The middle aged man asked, leaning against the counter. “Nice to see you again, though. I’m not going to question why you two are together, but don’t disrupt my customers.”

[Name] nodded, bowing her head politely to Sojiro. “We’ll be in his room. Thank you, though.”

Sojiro seemed surprised at the bold declaration. He turned towards Akira with a stern gaze. Before he could open his mouth Akira stepped in to save his own ears.

“She’s a childhood friend that came to visit. Nothing weird.” He explained, telling the truth. Even so, Akira did not wait for the man’s reply and simply ushered [Name] up the steps to his room where Morgana nearly attacked both Akira and [Name], his claws out and a deathly glare in his eyes.

Morgana calmed down quickly though, seeing [Name]. He moved his head from [Name] to Akira and back to [Name]. “Did you skip school to pick up a chick?” Akira sighed, shaking his head.

[Name] kneeled down and gently pet Morgana’s head, not knowing he was quite different than the normal cat. “He’s very handsome. When’d you get him? No, actually, why didn’t you tell me you had a cat?” [Name] said, a threatening tone underneath the gentle touches to Morgana’s head.

Akira rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. “Forgot,”

“Mmhmm, sure.” [Name] sang, standing back up and throwing Akira a knowing glance. He placed a white, fluffy towel on her head and handed her a large shirt and some sweat pants. “Oh, uh..”

“You’ll get sick if you stay wet. I’ll go to the bathroom. Let me know when you’re done.” Akira said, walking out of the room. [Name] followed close behind and locked the door, looking at Morgana.

“Could you..” [Name] mumbled, hoping the cat would understand. By some miracle, it seemed he did, and turned around, tail swishing side to side. “Thanks.” She said, replacing her wet clothes with the warm baggy ones that luckily had strings on them to make it fit on her waist. “Akiraaaaaaaa,” [Name] said, unlocking the door to suddenly meet extremely close to the teen, noses practically touching. Her face burst into an array of red as she stumbled back, nervously laughing. She couldn’t deny the fact that Akira was very pretty and perhaps the fact that they’ve known each other for years added onto the small tiny crush that she had.

“Woah, don’t fall!” Akira said, hand reaching out to steady [Name]. “You didn’t get sick already, did you?” He asked with a teasing tone laced in his words. “Or.. are you that happy to see me?” He asked, flirtatious nature appearing again.

[Name] slapped Akira’s arm and glared at him. She was well aware that Akira was the kind of person that could go from being considerate to extremely flirtatious, no matter the gender or appearance. “Save that for your girlfriend.” [Name] said, walking over and hopping on a chair in front of the television, desperately ignoring the sting in her chest from the words that rolled off her tongue.

Akira stared at [Name] for a moment as she said that but quickly shook it off of him. He sat in the other chair, bringing out a controller and offering it to [Name], who refused and said she would rather watch Akira get beat up by the AIs. “Don’t feel like it.” Akira replied, setting the controller back. “What do you want to do then? We have a few hours before the day is over.”

“Just put in a DVD or something.” [Name] said, leaning back in the chair and continued to pet the cozy Morgana who was clearly enjoying the affection. “Can we move the couch over here? These chairs aren’t the most comfortable.”

Both Akria and [Name] got up (while [Name] placed Morgana on the chair and gently moved it, with Akira ignoring the complaints that Morgana spilled that [Name] couldn’t understand aside from the low meows that boosted the irritation. [Name] giggled softly, seeing the exchange of glares between Akira and Morgana. “Hey, I’ll start getting jealous if you keep glaring at your cat like that.” She said, grabbing one side of the couch and grunting, pulling it as hard as she could.

Akira joined [Name] after watching her struggle for a minute, his strength adding to the swiftness of pulling the heavy couch. The floor creaked with despair as the weight of the couch shifted, but it wasn’t anything serious so they ignored the dying creak. Akira was the first to sit down, stretching his arms out and letting a yawn fall off his lips. [Name] subsequently jumped on top of him, knocking the breath out of his chest as she scooted to lay her head on his lap.

“I remember when you were always the one cuddling up to me,” [Name] mumbled, looking at the television that began playing a lighthearted movie. “I miss being able to do this.” She admitted.

“It’s only been a few months,” Akira said, his hand naturally going to her hair and gently stroking it.

[Name] looked up at Akira and frowned. “And a lot has changed.” She paused, opening her mouth for a moment before closing it and shifting her gaze as her smile faltered. “Were you ever going to tell me you were the leader of the Phantom Thieves?” [Name] asked softly, looking up at Akira with serious eyes.

His hand reflexively moved over and covered her mouth, a flash of panic in his eyes before he realized she hadn’t said it loud enough for anyone but him and Morgana (whose hearing surpassed humans) to understand. Akira hissed softly as [Name] licked his hand, a method she adopted after Akira covered her mouth on multiple occasions in their young life. He slowly removed his hands from her mouth and wiped his hands on the shirt he gave her. “What was I supposed to say? Besides, I couldn’t tell you over the phone; if the police suspected me they could use that and you and evidence in the court. I wasn’t expecting you to find out anyways. I didn’t want to drag you into my mess.”

[Name] shifted her eyes, sighing softly as she pinched Akira’s nose out of annoyance and her heavy heart. “I know, I know.” She sighed, putting her hands on her face. “I don’t know. I’m… I just…” [Name] let the breath she held go. “I guess I’m a mess of a bunch of feelings. I’m upset and jealous and angry and happy and proud and-” [Name]’s lips quivered as she sat up, engulfing Akira in a tight hug. “Scared. If something happens to you I..”

Akira’s arms wrapped around [Name] as he laughed softly. “You’re still a worry-wart.” He smiled, letting his forehead fall onto [Name]’s hair.

“Don’t ruin this for me, jerkwad.” The female grumbled. “Let me just hang out with you, as my cherished… best friend.” [Name] shuddered, shaking her head. “That sounded way too cheesy and I want to barf.”

Akira playfully pushed [Name] away. “Please don’t barf on me.”

“You’re the only person that should be barfed on, Mister Oh-So-Great Phantom Thief!” 

-

[Name] frowned as she looked at the building across the street where her class trip was. Her dried uniform was back on her body and her appearance much nicer than it was when she broke down in her best friend’s room. She sighed softly and shook her head. “Over already, huh.” She looked over at the casually-dressed Akira, smiling sadly. “I won’t see you for another few months, it seems like.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you. Maybe then you could join us.” Akira said, pushing his dark glasses up his nose.

[Name] laughed and nodded. “I hope that’s a promise,” She said, nudging Akira. “Hey, I wanted to give you something before I go.” [Name] said, rummaging through her purse and pulling out a keychain that Akira gave her when they were very young.

“Is that-?’

“Yeah. I want you to have it. Not forever, of course. As a good luck charm. You have to bring it back to me though. That way you can’t break your promise.”

Akira accepted the token and carefully attached it to his belt hoop, amazed at how nice it looked even after all these years. “Alright, alright, I get it.” He said. “You should get going before you get in even more trouble.” He said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

[Name] nodded and stepped in front of Akira. “One more thing before you decide not to call or text me for another seven months,” She said, forcefully pulling Akira down to her smaller heigh by his shirt collar and pressing her lips to his only for a moment before pulling away when she felt his hands move to her body. She ran across the street, turning around only to holler at him to not do anything stupid and that she was waiting for her keychain back before running and climbing into the window to her room with her few friends at school.

-

Akira stared for a few moments to the spot where [Name] had fled to in a fit of embarrassment. His fingers ghosted over his lips, the shocked expression shifting to a smirk not unlike those his Joker persona would wear. “That was a nice good luck charm,” He mumbled to himself, his legs dragging him back home before Sojiro killed him.

He dropped onto his bed, phone in front of his face as he looked at the chatroom with his best friend that they started in the morning. His fingers flew on the touchscreen and typed out a simple phrase before shutting it off and placing it to charge on his bedside. Morgana glanced at Akira and hopped on his bed, resting on his chest and pawing at his chin. “Hey, so, that friend of yours… are you sure we can trust her?”

“I’d trust her with my life. And if I know her like I do, she’ll probably encourage others in our hometown to support us and to help out each other.” He said, closing his eyes.

“Alright then Joker, but, don’t forget our mission here.”

“I won’t forget. We’re a team.”

“Good, now go to sleep.” Morgana ordered, curling up on Akira, forcing him to stay down.

-

“Where did you go?” One of [Name]’s roommates asked, tilting her head as she sat on the foot of the traditional futon, peering directly at the flustered girl.

[Name] laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. “Akira lives here now, so I saw him.”

“Really?” A few girls gasped, jaws agape as they pressured [Name] for more detail as to how he was and such, raving for new gossip.

“Guys, I’m getting tired, and the teachers are going to check in on us soon.” [Name] exclaimed, calming the excited girls with a lie. “So goodnight!” [Name] said, pulling the covers over her head and attempting to calm her beating heart as the other girls in the room slowly calmed down and one by one fell asleep.

[Name] lazily scrolled through her phone, unable to sleep after she did such a thing to Akira, her head buzzing with thoughts and screams of her idiocy until a notification popped up, alerting her to the new message. She held her breath and opened it, expecting the worst, but only seeing a strange message from Akira.

‘Check your bag. Sleep well.’

[Name] shifted in her futon, reaching over to her small purse and rummaging through the contents in there, not finding anything out of the ordinary. Floss, a few pens, lip gloss, some normal sanitary products. Her fingers opened up the zipper on the side, expecting to find nothing like the other pockets but to her surprise, a blindingly red card stood out against the dull jean-colored purse.

She took the card out, admiring the business-like texture and the professional quality of the signature logo of the phantom thieves, a brand that had been popping up to an ungodly amount on the news and other media. [Name] flipped the card around, using her phone as a light to read the card.

I’ll steal your heart before the end of the year, and that’s a promise.

The distinct change in style from the calling cards of the Phantom Thieves’ previous victims are blatantly clear in this red card, as it seemed to be made specifically by Akira. A blush returned to [Name]’s cheeks as she stuffed the card inside a pocket very well hidden inside the bag, shaking her head at his cheesiness that nearly rivalled hers. Unable to control the butterflies in her stomach, [Name] furiously texted teen back before falling asleep to memories and dreams.

‘Don’t keep me waiting, idiot.’

Help me save this dog!

hey Tumblr! I don’t post here often but I need your help!

my neighbour has been abusing their dog for two weeks now, we don’t know if he actually owns the dog, but this is basically what I’ve got;

  • -We got him impounded two weeks ago because continuous barking for hours on end, it’s a German Shepard, and it’s bark was so dry and screechy that I actually thought there was two dogs, because there was no way in hell a German Shepard’s bark could get that high pitched and messed up. found out he was locked back there for hours upon days without food or water. the owner had to pay a $300 fine but that didn’t teach him a lesson.
  • -The police were at the house again at 3am a few nights ago, I guess to check in or another concerned neighbour called, again, no food or water outside and she was locked outside at 3am, I don’t think they let him out at all
  • -They’re letting him wander freely around the back allies, in my city that’s very illegal and it’s causing extreme stress to mine and my brother’s roomates dogs (who live right next to me) and I’m terrified to let my cat out because I don’t know how the GSD will react to seeing cats
  • -My brother saw the owner punch the dog
  • -My father has seen the owner whip the dog with it’s leash, and pick it up (hook it up, basically like choking it) on the leash
  • -The dog is well trained though
  • -As I’m writing this he’s been trapped outside all day in the pouring rain without food or water and he’s howling (more like shrilling, it legit sounds like a dinosaur because the poor animal’s throat is that sour) and walking back and forth along the fence in the neighbour’s yard, I can’t see in the yard to record, which is why I’m asking for help.

I need to get enough evidence to get the dog taken away (it’s a male GSD and he knows a lot of commands because I’ve seen the owner showing him off to people passing by in the back alley, so he won’t have a hard time finding a new home!), but the neighbour purposely built the fence so high that even though I have the highest house on the block, I can’t see anything back there.

So Tumblr, I need your help!

I need ways that I can record and take pictures of their yard without trespassing, as well as ways to potentially sneak food and water to the dog in the meantime. I live in an alright area but these ARE NOT FRIENDLY PEOPLE. My mom’s pretty sure she heard the owner of the dog slap his 17 year old son, who I went to school with in grade 6, so these ARE NOT THE PEOPLE I WANT TO SCREW WITH. I really need any advice or help at all!


IF YOU CAN’T HELP, PLEASE REBLOG! YOU COULD SAVE A PUPPER’S LIFE! I’ll reblog with updates and pictures of the dog if I can manage to get any!

My parents and my neighbours are in 100% support of helping me save this dog, I don’t know if the owner actually lives there or is just staying there, so this is really urgent because if he’s only staying there temporarily with friends of the family that lives there, I could miss my opportunity to get him away from that family! SO THIS IS VERY URGENT!

Bees | TAEHYUNG

Pairing: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 801

Summary: Get you a man who knows how to spice up your relationship.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


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Requested By: Anonymous.

Based OnI just discovered your blog and I have to say that I really love it! Can you write a thorin story where the reader is his one and she is pregnant and he gushes to everyone about her having HIS child and he does his best to take care of her and is really protective and things like that. (basically an everyone lives AU, I’m still in denial) Keep up the good work, love. <3

A/N: Heya sweetie! I’m glad that you like my blog. Of course I’ll do this for you, though I hope you don’t mind that I used some of my creativity and made it slightly different from your request. I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with, it took me all morning write it! Thank you for your request! <3 - Kat


Thorin x Reader.

Note: When Thorin finds out that his wife (you) is with child, he is over the moon! However, she only wishes for simplicity and not all of the commotion of celebrations. One day it grows too much for her and Thorin begins to understand that maybe he went over the top with his celebrations. The reader also learns the reasons for Thorin’s intense merriment. ( Shitty caption of the whole imagine, so forgive me! Read to find out more, I suppose, lovelies! ) AU WHERE EVERYONE LIVES.

Word count2,287 ( Don’t mind the length, haha! )

Warning’s: Reader has panic attack because of the attention and stress going on. Slight protective Thorin. Fili and Kili (I know that’s not at all a warning, but just letting you know). Happy Thorin. Cute Thorin. Fluff! Lot’s and lot’s of fluff. (If I have missed anything at all them just let me know!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Thorin, Fili, Kili or the company or any other character from lotr or the hobbit: Tolkien does!


Fatigued and weary, you lay there as Oin examined your condition. You felt entirely distressed and flustered as Oin examined the most intimate area your body possessed. “And?” Thorin pried for an answer that Oin himself did not know the answer to, just yet. “Is she or is she not?!” Thorin’s gruff voice was accompanied by impatient sapphire orbs.

Thorin!” you warned, rising and leaning back upon your elbows, shooting him an uncomfortable and angry glower. “Let him do his job!” you growled, irritable as ever. This was a scene from a nightmare!

“I need to kno-” you cut him short with a risen hand, your expression showing signs of intense displeasure.

“I would also like to know, but dear Oin has to do his job.” you argued wisely. “Besides, this is definitely not my idea of spending an afternoon!” and to that you flop onto your back, face red at your blunt honesty as Oin peeked up at you.

Thorin had not considered pondering upon how you felt about having someone examine you. After all, it had been his idea once he had found out about your morning sickness, to which you had replied with: “It’s probably just a bug! Nothing more.” but even so, you were wound up to get stuck in Oin’s healing chambers and get examined for nearly everything. You were the Queen of Erebor, for goodness sake!

“There!” Oin sighed, pulling back slowly, a smile curling and stretching upon his face, drawing the quilt over your lower half. Thorin stepped forward off of the wall, his full attention upon the matter, eyes flickering from you to Oin.

“Well?” he pried once again, tone lighter, trying for your sake of this.

“All of the signs are there, she has answered all of the questions in which I asked, correctly. She’s definitely with child.” Oin smiled brightly. “Congratulations!” he beamed, bowed his head to you and his King before scurrying off to allow the two of you a moment of peace.

“I cannot believe it!” Thorin exclaimed, bounding around to your side of the bed and flopping heftily upon the cot, causing it to creak and you to jostle. You let out an exasperated sigh, a huff being thrown from your lips at the impact of Thorin sitting down. “I could not have pictured a better time to be told such merry news!” his smile was intoxicating, contagious and your displeasure of having Oin’s examination suddenly flew right out of the door. You smiled softly.

“So, is the king happy?” you inquired, standing up, fixing on your clothing.

“Of course!” he breathed, watching you with nothing more than exhilaration within his complexion: And somehow Thorin appeared a hundred years younger in that moment.

“Good, I am glad. Though, if I am allowed to be honest for a moment.” you speak quietly and quickly, pulling your hair up and over one shoulder. “I wish for this to not be blown out of proportion.” you began to which Thorin rose slowly, face back to it’s stony expression.

“Blown out of proportion? Are you saying that the news of the Queen baring my child is not of news to be celebrated?” he accused and you sighed.

“No! I am not saying such things! What I mean is: I wish for you not to boast about it to everybody that you see.” you fire back irritably, folding your arms.

“But isn’t that the best part?” Thorin’s smile curled into a large grin, reminding you of Kili.

“Yes, it is indeed, but I know that you’d go to the ends of this earth and scream it out loud! Be a bit more sensible: Tell people, but do not boast. I have enough attention on me by just being the Queen, being your wife: I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, but all of this attention is still very new to me.” you wisely state.


You should have known better.

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I will post a thing tomorrow, once I figure out what, exactly. (New Trouble chapter? more Lil Bro? what the hell have I written lately other than Big Fics of Doom That Are Consuming My Soul but are definitely nowhere near posting-ready?)

However, I just got an idea and since (see above) I don’t have time to do it justice, I’m throwing it out there upon the waters in hopes someone else will follow up on it. There are several fics that have a similar premise, and I’m following them all avidly for updates, but this is one that's more based on a delightful fic on Ao3 about how Mick accidentally messes up his own timeline by time traveling on Legends (this one! go read!) and I was thinking about how it might work with Len having his timeline messed up.

After all, Mick goes to visit him in 2013.  

Maybe Sara swings by to consult with him on a heist the Legends have to pull, since he’s the best thief she knows.

Maybe Ray sees him in the past and just - assumes that Len will help him. Even younger Len. Because why not?

Maybe Jax sees someone shooting at Len and intervenes, because Len’s part of the team, and if he gets shot in the past, he’s never going to make it to the future (in the original timeline, the bullet just missed).

Maybe Len starts noticing all of this - and since he’s a sci-fi geek, he starts putting it together a lot quicker than others might. He starts looking through the history books in the prison library and seeing pictures of these people (these ageless people, that look the same when he’s twelve as when he’s thirty) scattered throughout time. Starts thinking about statute of Mick in the nation’s capital, or rather of the unknown private from the American Revolution, who Len had stolen Mick at least four souvenirs of when they were twenty and the resemblance was only noticeable, not shocking in its similarity.

Maybe Len starts thinking about the man who appears throughout his life - a big man, strong, lots of muscles, a striking resemblance to that statute in Washington D.C. - who just stands far back and watches him almost wistfully. The one that stopped Lewis from doing something that Len’s sure would have broken his arm (the break healed badly and hurt every time it rained, in the original timeline). The one who shakes his head in disappointment when Len starts dating that bastard, making Len ditch him the second he starts showing signs of being a bit too much like Lewis (it took him months to accept the truth, the first time around). Len’s always had a bit of a puppy crush on that guy, the nameless man-who-watches.

Maybe Len doesn’t really let himself believe it until after the fire, because he knows the pattern of those burns - he’s printed out security camera images of the man-who-watches, begged to borrow other people’s photo albums if they caught him in the background of their family pictures; he’s traced his finger along them in fascination so many times - and he knows. He knows who the man-who-watches is now. It’s Mick, coming back to watch Len.

Because he misses Len. Because Len’s not with him. Because Len’s dead.

And so Len decides to make contingency plans.

But it doesn’t matter what plan he makes, the man-who-watches - Mick - keeps coming back. So whatever plans he made clearly didn’t work.

Until the Legion comes to pick him up, interrupting the flow of time. Changing it, with Eobard’s speed force distorting time itself enough that Len becomes a time fragment himself. A brand new start. 

This Len might not be the man who sacrificed himself to save the team, the one that Mick misses so badly that he keeps going back to Len’s timeline over and over again - that was another version of Len, now gone forever - but damnit, he could have been, and he can be that man again, and he is utterly determined that he will be.  

Especially since the Len that died at the Oculus had all of younger Len’s memories and thoughts and plans - and left him a copy of his memories right up until he left to the final fight, hidden in Gideon’s files.

Never Be Like You

Draco Malfoy X Reader
Word Count (excluding lyrics): 912 

A/N: Aspired by Never Be Like You by Flume. 
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I’ve requested this fanfic from @slythrjns, and they did a wonderful job with it here (Thanks again!), please do check it out! 

I had a different take on it with the meaning of the song, so I thought I’d give it a try. 
Hope you enjoy! 


What I would do to take away

This fear of being loved, allegiance to the pain

Now I fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

He took a sip of water, trying to wash away the discomfort gnawing in his throat. Being the Slytherin Prince, everyone was trying to win his attention. Yet, his eyes kept darting back to the one person who always did have it. He drank her form in greedily and yet sorrowfully; (h/c) locks draping perfectly around her face, (e/c) that hide so much mystery behind them, that contentful smile that never asks for more than enough.

I would give anything to change

This fickle minded heart that loves fake shiny things

Now I fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

It was honestly his fault, even if she doesn’t agree. He had an image to uphold; one worthy of the Malfoy family, one worthy of the ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’. She understood that. So when he allowed random females to flock around him, her eyes shined in understanding despite all the insecurity swallowing her whole. So when he had to ask Parkinson to the Yule Ball instead of her, she bit her tongue and forced herself to curve her lips as she watched them dance. So when he didn’t do anything to stop a pureblood bimbo from kissing him, on the lips, she took in a shaky breath, blinked away the salty tears, and left.

How do I make you want to stay

Hate sleeping on my own, missing the way you taste

Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

It’s a miracle she stayed with him that long, with all the hassle of sneaking around they had to go through just to embrace each other for a few minutes. He knew the attraction was undeniable, even after the heartbreak he knew he could still make her whole world shake. He loved her, so of course he could see it in her eyes when she stared into space from the (y/h) table, food barely filling her stomach. And maybe it’s better that she left… he thought as his eyes travelled down to his left arm, sheltered by the black suit he now constantly wears. He didn’t know which hurt him more; the wretched mark forever etched on his skin, or the absence of your warmth close to his. Nevertheless, he now has his duty to accomplish, and no one can make him stray away from it.

Stop looking at me with those eyes

Like I could disappear and you wouldn’t care why

Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

He was on his way to the Room of Requirements, hair tousled and heart drumming inside. He expected Anxiety to wrap her fingers around his and guide him to his task, but what he did not expect was Grief to appear and twist his head to the other side of the hallway. A sharp yet shaky intake of breath he took, as his eyes glazed over the two familiar figures not too far from him. “I can’t do it George, I can’t forget about him…” and it took him all his might to not crumble right there and then upon hearing the brittle tone in her melodious voice. “Shh… I know, I know (y/n), but let me help you.” He stuck around for a bit, eyes uncontrollably blinking, mouth opened and gasping for air, knuckles clenched in pure whiteness as he heard her pleading “Yes” upon the Weasley’s proposal. At least you’re in safe hands.

I’m only human can’t you see

I ma-I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything’s okay

‘Cause I got it

Never be like you

The evening his job was completed, he locked himself in his room. He shouldn’t be so shaken up about it, he’s a Malfoy, it’s in his blood, but he knew no matter how much he tried, he is incapable of becoming the atrocious and ruthless monster that is his father. He couldn’t sleep, because if he dared close his eyes, total darkness will engulf his vision. And no, it’s not the pleading look of his former Headmaster that haunts him, it’s his brain creating scenarios of how things could’ve been if he had allowed the wise man to help. Instead, he shuffled through the items in his closet and brought out an old, small photo of him and her. That night, all he did was search for possible answers on how he became so infatuated with her.

I’m falling on my knees

Forgive me, I’m a fucking fool

I’m begging darling please

Absolve me of my sins, won’t you

He sees her again, and despite how battered and dirty she looked, the halo above her head and wings behind her back still remained. He hears the Dark Lord reveal the death of the Boy who Lived with glee, yet the confidence in her eyes never dull. He didn’t want her to die, but he didn’t want to see her give in and join the side that reeks of cynicism. So he opted to keep quiet. He didn’t want to admit defeat either, but when their eyes clash as he bit his trembling lips when he hears his mother’s soft voice calling out to him, his eyes water in defeat upon seeing hers flicker with disappointment. And it must be the worst time for him to realise, but right there and then, the sky cleared up and opened the gateway to his answer.

I’m only human can’t you see

I ma-I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything’s okay

‘Cause I got it

As he stood beside his mother, he tried hard to suppress the smile threatening to outshine the melancholy on his face. He loves her because she is everything he aspires to be. She is kind, bold and brilliant. She follows her own dreams and goals without letting anyone disrupt her. She does not play by the rules given, she rewrites them for her own benefit. She stands her ground even if she has reached a dead end. She is everything he cannot strive to be. And he will always love her for it. So if she could feel free and alive on the other side, where his hands will never be able to reach hers, so be it… because unlike him, a bird stuck in a cage for show, she is a bird that will fly to the ends of the sky.

Never be like you

part three of my Strangebatch fluff by sobeautifullyobsessed

part one

part two  

regretfully, he inquired, “Your time here is growing short, I take it?”

Teyla sighed heavily, reminded of the difficult task that lay ahead for her.  “No talk or thought of that tonight, Doctor.  Tonight I long for the tranquility of a quiet garden and the companionship of a kind man.”  To her credit, she sounded light of heart.

“Then I will see you have exactly what you wish, my dear.”  Surprising himself, he raised her hand and kissed her knuckles, then looked out upon the water, wondering if she would consider that little act too forward—or perhaps wish that he might be moved to more.

Instead, she rested her head on his shoulder, humming contentedly.  Some unknown nightbird called out from the grove of fruit trees on the far side of the still pool; its sweet song was soon taken up by another. In such a setting, Stephen found it easy to imagine they were mates, their pleasant trilling the joyful greetings exchanged as they came together after being parted for too long.  That he was indulging in such uncharacteristically soft musings perplexed him, like a language long forgotten from disuse—until he considered the light of the moon, the garden’s perfume, and the gentle woman leaning against him. 

“Your moon is quite enchanting, isn’t it,” she pondered, and he realized she was likely picking up on his emotions without even meaning to; second nature to her surely, but a marvel still to him.  “But she pales in comparison to the moons of Hadeeth.”

“Moons?” he asked, giving her the encouragement to tell him more; he could not read feelings nearly as well as was her wont, but the trace of longing in Teyla’s voice spoke well enough that she was feeling at least a little homesick

.“Moons,” she repeated, raising her head to look at him directly, eyes wide with delight, “Anya, the eldest, wise and steadfast in her orbit, ruler of the tides.  Enya, middle child, ever brightest of the three, mistress of all nocturnal creatures; she speeds apace or lags behind as her stubborn nature dictates.”  Her voice had fallen into a storyteller’s captivating rhythm; Stephen could picture a circle of Hadeethan children at her feet, listening raptly as she shared with them the folklore of her people.  “And Nonya, wayward youngest of the three, ever eager to appear before the sun has fully set, and last to leave the sky each dawn.” Teyla lowered her eyes shyly as she added, “Nonya is thought the patroness of lovers and their secret trysts.”

Stephen chuckled softly, charmed by both her tale, and the bashfulness that had overtaken her at the mention of lovers’ assignations.  “That’s far more exotic and appealing than some of earth’s legends about the moon; there’s one ridiculous one that maintains the moon is made of cheese.”

“You can’t be serious,” she laughed, “Who would believe such an outlandish idea!”  With narrowed eyes, Teyla studied his face, searching for any sign that he was teasing her, “Oh—but surely you jest?”

“I swear it’s true, Teyla—though I like the poetry of your moons far more than the foolishness of mine.”

That brought a pretty smile to her face, lighting her dark eyes with mirth.  Stephen wondered if she even realized that she was flirting with him; it had been the furthest thing from his mind when he’d invited her for an evening stroll through the National Botanical Gardens of Kathmandu.

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Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)

Hillsong United

Lyrics

You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You’ve never failed and You won’t start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine

Warm You Up

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Fluff.. just- just fluff…

PAIRING: Reader/Jinyoung (MY ONE AND ONLY, MY HUSBAND, MY PRINCE, MY TRUE LOVE) (@erin stfu)

WORD COUNT:  1.2k

SUMMARY: In which Jinyoung is a smooth talker and you blush very easily.

A/N: LISTEN,,,, i know i haven’t written in forever and i’m so fuckin guilty lmao pls don’t unfollow i love y’all… i have so many works to be finished and posted but i just have not done it bcs i’m a piece of shit lol oops. anyway, inspired by my literal walk through the streets of Minato-Ku where i was staying in Osaka.

Originally posted by got7gifs

The streets were vacant save for the two of you as the city of Osaka stayed blissfully asleep whilst you made your way toward your temporary 3-night home. It was a nice change from the bustling atmosphere of Seoul; streets full of a distant buzzing that never seemed to stop, lingering in the background and constantly there. It wasn’t like that out here in Minato-Ku, far enough from the city that there was barely a soul, but close enough that it only took 20 minutes to get to the nearest shopping district.

Jinyoung took a deep breath in, releasing it with a large grin up at the sky before turning to his companion, grinning at you too.

“What?” you laughed, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself as the groceries the two of you had just bought swung dangerously around in the brittle plastic bag hanging off your frigid fingers.

“This was a great idea.” was all he said, eyes sparkling with a happiness you were always too willing to give him. You were in love with your best friend, you had accepted that long ago.

You reciprocated his smile, eyes dancing around his face with a fondness you tried not to let seep into your expression before you nodded, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I haven’t seen you smile like that in a while.”

Don’t get it wrong, Jinyoung loved his idol life. The fame, the fans, the noise—he never once wished for anything else. It was just that sometimes, it was nice to be able to hear his own breathing and footsteps against the sidewalk.

The silence that took over was not uncomfortable—something the two of you shared often and found great refuge in when life became just a little bit too much for you to handle. It was times like these when you felt you could really hear Jinyoung speaking; when his eyes were doing the talking and the only movements from his mouth were small quirks and twitches here and there to hint at a smile or laughter.

Passing a deserted dock, Jinyoung maneuvered his grocery bags onto one hand and grabbed onto yours, tugging you in the direction of the open water. Setting his bags onto the ground, Jinyoung went to sit with his legs dangling over the edge and you followed suit, looking out onto the water with the same feeling of peace you were feeling before.

“I love the water.” he whispered softly, the wind carrying his voice across the small space between you.

“Jinyoung, you hate the water.” you snorted, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I do not!” he spluttered, groaning as giggles escaped your lips when realisation came that he was trying to be poetic.

Still, you continued, “remember the last time we went to a beach? Or a pool? Or any body of water that actually requires you to get into it? Yeah, neither do I because you constantly refuse to go.”

“Shut up that’s not true~” Jinyoung whined, pushing your shoulder gently. Laughter continued to bubble from within you and after a moment of silence, “I hate you… I was trying to be poetic.” he stated, no malice or sharpness in his voice, only a sheepish smile from being caught in a lie.

“Same though.” you murmured finally, looking back out at the expanse of water upon water, lapping rhythmically against the cement below you; calm but ever moving. “Except I’m not a fake.” you threw out jokingly making Jinyoung shove you once more.

The silence returned, accompanied by Jinyoung’s soft breathing before finally he stood up and brushed at the dirt on his pants, holding out a hand for you to take. “Come on, let’s get going.”

Just before walking away, you took one last glance at the view.

“I wish I could look at this forever. It really is gorgeous.” you sighed, unaware of the pair of eyes taking in not the sight beyond the dock, but the girl standing in front of him with the moonlight on her face and in her eyes, the girl he so desperately wants to call his own but never has the courage to do anything about it.

“Yeah. It is.” he says so breathlessly you turn to look at him, eyes expecting to meet his cheek but instead catch onto his dark irises, a heat flaring up in your cheeks.

“The view, Jinyoung.” you prompted, fighting off the smile on your face as you looked down at the ground.

Taking a leap of faith, Jinyoung stood his ground. “Yeah,” he answers, eyes never leaving your face, “my view is pretty damn great.” which turns the slight pink hue to a dark scarlet that you try fruitlessly to cover with your cold hands.

“Smooth.” is all you can say, still not looking Jinyoung in the eye and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he thanks you, happy he has that kind of effect on you.

“Come on.” he said once more, interlinking your fingers and pulling you along.

The dock wasn’t very far away from the apartment so it wasn’t long before the two of you stood outside the lobby doors, your cold fingers reaching around desperately inside your bag for the damn keys but struggling immensely due to the numbness in your hands.

“Cold?” Jinyoung asked gently, reaching for your wrist to pull your hand out of your bag after setting his bags of groceries on the floor next to where you had set yours down.

You let him take both your hands and watched with baited breath as he brought them between his own and up to his lips, his hot breath weaving between your stiff fingers and bringing some life back into them. Your heart hammered in your chest as his lips brushed your skin and you could have sworn he saw the shiver that passed through your body as you felt it.

“T-thank you.” you stammered, slightly flustered from the intimacy of the moment before trying once more to find the keys only to be stopped once again, your fingers slipping between the space of Jinyoung’s own slender ones as he pulled you closer to him.

There was a playful glint in his eyes as he watched you struggle to stay composed. “What?” you smacked yourself mentally for sounding so damned breathless. But it wasn’t something you could have done anything about because you were, as it was, struggling to breathe.

“What about your lips?” he asked finally, his gaze so intense you felt what little breath you actually had leave you in one puff.

“M- my- my lips?” you whispered in disbelief, eyes wide as saucers and honestly Jinyoung was enjoying himself.

“Yeah. Should I warm those up too?”

“…Yeah.”

And then it was lips against lips and a gasp could be heard but you weren’t entirely sure if it came from you or the boy in front of you who had a hand on your waist and the other still holding onto yours. At this point you were sure your heart was gonna beat out of your chest but with the way Jinyoung was holding onto you so tight, it was as if he was holding all of you together.

Eventually, he pulled away, forehead resting against yours as you both struggled to regain your breaths.

“Are you warm now?” this time it was Jinyoung’s turn to sound breathless, his voice deep and rough from the lack of air.

“I think I could use a little more warmth.”

“One should from time to time hunt animals, or at the very least shoot at a mark; one should always drink some kind of fermented liquor with one’s food—and especially deeply upon great feast-days; one should go out on the water from time to time; and one should dance on occasions; and one should sing in chorus. For all these things man has done since God put him in a garden and his eyes first became troubled with a soul.”
— Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

Coffee Creamer Kisses || Peter Parker [[request]]

[[requested prompt: A Peter x reader where the reader is a waitress and Peter and Aunt May come in and she serves him and they’re both a stuttering mess and she spills Peter’s water (when he goes to clean himself up Aunt May finds out your shift is ending) and Aunt May goes to the ‘bathroom’ but leaves because your shift is ending and Peter and you talk and plan a date and it’s all fluff please! I love your writing so much!]] 

i’m determined to finish all of these requests (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و 

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: still open}}

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Originally posted by v-writings

You were a normal teenage girl who worked part time at a well known diner in Queens. So far, your shift was going great with little to no mistakes on your part. 

You hadn’t mixed up a single order and had managed to collect a decent amount of tips. With a happy bounce in your step, you look up at the time to see that it was nearing the end of your shift. You probably had another 45 minutes to go before you could head home. 

While you were busying yourself with wiping down the tables, you hear the door to the diner open as one of your coworkers alerts you to the new customers, “They’re sitting in the booth seat, do you mind taking care of them?” 

“Not at all, Patty! I got this!” You exclaim excitedly and pull out your pad, readying your pen as you head toward the table. When you got closer to the table, you finally got a good look at who was settled in the booth seat and immediately began to tense up. 

You felt your throat clench upon seeing Peter with his aunt at the table, feeling yourself turning red when you manage to stutter out, “P-Peter, hello!” 

His aunt’s eyes widen with recognition before looking back at Peter, “No wonder you wanted to eat here!” 

“M-May, it’s not what you think! I j-just really like their coffee and burgers! Who d-doesn’t like this diner’s burgers, anyways?” 

May rolls her eyes, but you weren’t paying much attention to their exchange since you were feeling so nervous at the fact that your all time crush Peter Parker was here. 

Peter was practically a celebrity at Midtown High- well actually, you take that back. He wasn’t too popular, but he was known for his genius intellect. You swear, there wasn’t a guy that was as smart (or as cute) as he was. Not only was Peter super smart, but he was incredibly kind as well. 

You remember when you shared your biology class with him. When the teacher had talked about meiosis and mitosis, you had no idea what was wrong with your brain that day because nothing seemed to click with you. By the end of the day, you were nearly pulling your hair out because you were so frustrated since you didn’t understand the lesson at all

You tried to take some time and study in the library, but you kept on mixing up all of the phases. Admittedly, you were close to giving up when a sweet voice called out your name. 

You looked up to see Peter approaching your table, placing his backpack on the ground beside him as he took a seat across from you, “Hey, uhm, I couldn’t help but notice that you were struggling a bit with mitosis and meiosis. Do you mind if I help you?” 

At his question, you quickly shake your head and eagerly accepted his help, “Please Peter, I really want to understand this so that I won’t fail this exam.” 

He flashed you a sheepish smile before opening his biology notebook, letting you read over his incredibly detailed notes before explaining the lesson to you. 

Despite how he helped you that day, you had yet to have any further contact with him, that is, until now

Even before Peter had helped you, you had always harbored a deep and embarrassing crush on him, and him being here in the diner that you worked at was not helping at all. 

Clenching your eyes shut, you take in a deep breath and think to yourself, It’s okay, it’s just a boy. A really cute boy, but still! A BOY! You’ve seen plenty of boys in your life!

But when you opened your eyes to see Peter’s nervous smile as he stared at you, you knew that you were screwed since this wasn’t just any boy; this was a boy that you were completely enamored with. 

“A-Anyways, I’m s-sorry for b-being kind of a spaz right now!” Haha, cute boys like Peter does that to me. “What can I s-start you guys off with to drink?”

“A glass of water for me.” May answers. 

“I-I’ll have some c-coffee with the s-sugar and c-cream on the side, thanks.” Peter tells you as you stiffly wrote down their drinks so that you wouldn’t forget. 

“I’ll b-be right back!” You were mentally berating yourself now for stuttering so much. God, why did your crush have to be here to ruin your perfect shift? Ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew that you were bound to fuck up one way or another. 

After waiting five minutes, you come back to Peter’s table with the drinks on your tray. Peter sees you and flashes you the most fucking adorable smile you had ever seen, and you were so captivated that you stopped paying attention to the tray in your hand. 

What transpired in the next couple of seconds was going to ruin your life. 

With increasing horror, you watch as your tray tilted as it made the tall glass of water tumble downwards-

and straight into Peter’s lap

He lets out a shaky gasp upon feeling the ice cold water land against his jeans, and you quickly set down your tray with the hot cup of coffee (you didn’t want to burn him as well!) and apologized profusely to him, “Oh god, Peter, I’m so sorry!!”

“It’s f-fine, I’m fine, totally f-fine!” Peter tries to reassure you, but you were beyond mortified at the moment to even take his words of comfort, “No really, I’m so stupid and I just- argh!!” 

Peter stands from his seat and places a hand on your shoulder, “Really, it’s okay. A little spilled water never hurt anybody, so don’t worry too much about it, okay?” 

Peter’s gaze was so sincere that you actually felt your anxiety melt away when you nodded, “O-Okay, thank you Peter, for understanding.” 

“Again, it’s not a big deal.” He gestures over to his aunt, “I’m going to clean up in the bathroom, be right back!” 

You watch Peter as he disappeared into the men’s bathroom, letting out a sigh when May began to laugh a bit at you, “There’s no need to be so nervous, [Name]. Peter is a sweet guy, and I’m sure he won’t reject you, so why don’t you just ask him out and finally put him out of his misery?” 

“Eh?! W-What are you talking about m-ma’am?” You look back at Aunt May, seeing her bright eyes twinkling in response when she told you, “You’re [Full Name], the girl Peter helped, right?”

“Y-Yes, how did you know that?” 

“Well,” May trails off, placing a hand beneath her chin as she debated on whether to tell you or not. In the end, she gives you a wide smile and says, “Peter has been talking about you nonstop, calling you the ‘cute girl in his biology class’ that he never had the guts to talk to. Apparently, he found out that you worked here from a friend of his, but ssssh, you didn’t hear that from me.”

You felt your face turn a bright shade of red in response, rendering you unable to form a coherent sentence when May quickly (thank god) changed the subject, “What time do you get off work?” 

“Uhm, at 7 ma’am.” 

“Oh, so you’ve got 20 more minutes to go?” 

You give her a nod when May picks up her purse, “Well, I’m going to go freshen up a little bit. Why don’t you go ahead and do whatever you need to do and come back to take our orders later?” 

“Okay, uhm, sorry again for spilling water on your n-nephew.”

May smiles and waves off your apology, “It’s quite alright, [Name]. I raised Peter to be a complete gentleman, and rest assured, I made sure that he would never hold grudges against pretty girls.” 

She gives you a wink before heading to the women’s bathroom, allowing you to finally breathe as you made your way back into the kitchen to calm down. 

{…}

After taking a short break, you return back out into the dining area, making your way toward Peter’s table when you stopped. 

He was all alone now, and his face was so red that you wondered if he was still mad at you since the front of his jeans were still slightly damp. 

“Peter, u-uhm, where’s your a-aunt?” 

He gulps, running a hand through his messy locks of hair before telling you, “She went home and made me s-stay here.” 

“Oh.” You were internally panicking again when you took out your pad and pen, “W-Well, you must be hungry if you stayed! So what would you like to eat?” 

Peter shakes his head and begins mixing his coffee, “I…I don’t have much of an appetite. I’ll just have coffee.” 

Your throat was clenched shut again when you bowed down to him, “P-Peter, honest, I’m really sorry for spilling water on you. I understand if you don’t wanna see me, so I’ll just-”

“NO!” Peter immediately stops you, grabbing your wrist as he pulled you back to his table, “That’s not it at all. I…I don’t have much of an appetite because I feel so nervous…because you’re here.”

You felt your cheeks turning red again when a loud whistle interrupted your thoughts. Looking back, you see your boss as he told you that your shift was done and that you could head home. 

“Okay, thank you Mr. Richards!” 

You look at Peter again, seeing him smile at you when he shyly asked, “So, you’re done with work?” 

“Y-Yes, I am.” 

“Then,” Peter clears his throat, looking away from you momentarily when he asks, “Do you mind if I walk you home?” 

{…}

This had to have been a dream. 

It had to be

There was no way that you were walking hand-in-hand with Peter Parker.

You couldn’t even believe that Peter was telling you a bunch of nerdy science jokes, and that you were actually (genuinely) laughing at each and every one of them because they were so cute and funny. 

And you found yourself blushing each time he stared at you like you were the only girl in the world (but little did you know, through Peter’s eyes, you were the only girl for him).

This had to be a sweet dream, and you were honestly afraid of waking up. 

Almost too soon, you arrive in front of your apartment building. Facing Peter, you softly thank him while shyly placing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Thank you, Peter, for walking me home. That was really sweet of you.” 

Peter shows you a crooked grin, “You sound happy, but your expression is saying otherwise. Would you rather that I not walk you home?” 

“NO! Of course not, I…I really enjoy your company. It’s just….” You bite at your bottom lip and look away from him, “I’ve always wanted to get to know you better because…I kind of really really like you. So being here with you- it’s just like a dream to me. And I’m afraid that I’ll wake up disappointed, because you won’t be there.” 

There was a tense and awkward silence in the air before you heard Peter softly say, “Then how about I prove to you that this isn’t a dream at all and that I like you, too?” 

“Huh?!” You immediately look up, realizing that Peter’s face was directly in front of you. He leans closer to you, slowly shutting his eyes when he captures your lips in a gentle kiss. 

When you taste the sweet coffee creamer against his lips, you knew that you would quickly become addicted to this feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing Peter even closer to you as you kissed him back. 

After a few seconds, Peter pulls away and breathlessly asks you to be his girlfriend, to which you answered him with much enthusiasm when you kissed him again.


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