Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas are both high school teachers. Dean has a crush, but no courage to do anything about it.
Word Count: 1600ish
Warnings: None. I wrote something without smut. What??
“You’re late, Mr. Winchester.”
“The bell was literally ringing as you said that, Lydia,” Dean smiles. “I think we can all let it slide.”
Lydia smiles back and starts sharpening her pencil in the sharpener by the door, where she’s clearly been waiting for him. “I can let it slide,” she agrees, “since you were just out there talking to Mr. Novak.”
Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you.
Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.
Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~
You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.
It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath.
He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion.
A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.
the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my
fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting
on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.
came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see
anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything
was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears,
but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my
breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around
the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.
It irritates me so much that people turn a blind eye to B.A.P. And no, this isn’t just because I find them cute or hot or anything like that.
B.A.P is seriously the most different kpop group out there. I can say that with confidence. Absolute confidence.
Other groups out there produce the most trending music. They create hard dances. Show off their bodies and aegyo to get fans. At the end of the day, all of that fades. Bodies fade. Music trends die. Doing cute stuff when your thirty loses it’s appeal.
It’s all be done before. A cycle of unoriginality mixed in with what’s the most popular thing right now creates stardom. It ceates main stream groups and the same old songs just with different keys and different vocals.
Here’s where I make my point.
B.A.P, the six men that make up the band. It isn’t all about smiling. It isn’t about putting off the picture perfect boy group, where everything is cookie cutter with them. No, it isn’t.
B.A.P has been through things most people never do in their lives. Contracts that pay them less money than minimum wage. Being forced to work when sick and having other issues. Eating disorders. Suicidal thoughts. Alcoholism. Lawsuits that make them lose a huge amount of their fanbases. They’ve been through struggles I hope no one else has to go through, sincerely.
I was just minding my business today, but a song popped up in my head. Their song ‘Wake Me Up’. I listened to it, and unconciously clicked on ‘1004’. I watched their old episodes of Weekly Idol, and voyaged further back into their history. Watching their performances and their interactions.
In the end it left me thinking: Do people not see what the lawsuit did to them? Do they not see how strong they are? How they decided to put out harder songs about real issues in the world rather than gain back popularity with another generic pop song?
They don’t have to dance hard to get your attention. They don’t have to be the best rappers or vocalists to get noticed. If you’re open to deeper concepts than just a school love or sadness over a girl, B.A.P is perfect.
And that’s what makes them unique to me. They chose being real and sticking to themselves when they came back from their hiatus. They chose to give out real concepts with their songs. Have you seen the ‘Wake Me Up’ music video? The diversity? The emotion? How the members struggled throughout it?
What about the choreography? Where the leader walks through two other members. Where he takes back the leader position and leads the boys. It makes everything so much more intense, and my heart aches for him. For his axiety and panic disorders. I respect him so much for coming back. I respect all the boys.
Sure, you could go against me and say, “What about ‘Feel So Good’? That song was just upbeat and smiley. They’re fake too.”
They have never been fake. They have never acted like a perfect group. They’re so much more than that. Yes, they put out a smiley song about happiness. But really, how often do they do that concept? How many of their comebacks were about dark situations and deeper stuff?
“But my oppas are special too!”. Yeah, they are. But, just hear me out, what’s their latest comeback about? It it about a girl? Is it EDM? Pop? Maybe they lift their shirts. Maybe they do some wild hip thrusts. Hell, they might even lick their lips and tease.
Is that wrong groups are like that? No. Each group has the right to want to be popular, and find the best way to do it. The only reason I stress this is because it shows how different B.A.P is.
I’m happy your oppas are singing about their first loves and heartbreak when they aren’t even legal yet. I’m happy they’re doing that. Genuinely. It’s popular, and spreads K-pop around the world more.
Most people start off with the most popular groups before moving to others. So yes, let them sing their heart out. Let them dance in tight pants and shirts that are a little too unbuttoned because that’s what’s popular. And that’s what spreads. Has B.A.P partaken in these actions? Hell yeah. But they don’t make their career about it. Look at all their comeback songs. 'Badman’, 'Warrior’, 'No Mercy’, 'One Shot’, etc. Tell me now, are they generic?
Long story short, before I make a book out of this, B.A.P deserves so much more.
They might never be the trendy group they were before the lawsuit, but they’ll probably always be the realest group out there. Pumping out songs that challenge society. More than many other groups out there can say.
Go stan them and stan them hard. They deserve it so much. You will never regret it.
“Shouldn’t it be out on display or something? I mean there’s only so many places someone can hide a cursed broadsword.”
You spoke in hushed tones as you rummaged through the snobby business man’s office, having decided this was the most likely place for the sword to be after three of his employees had already turned up dead. But what you hadn’t counted on was the shuffle of feet echoing down the empty hallway.
“Someone’s coming,” you hissed, keeping your voice low but urgent. You quickly slammed the door to the antique armoire you’d been looking in and ran across the room to Sam on silent feet. “We need to get out of here!”
His eyes flicked to the doorknob that was already turning and he shook his head. “No time.”
Then the next thing you knew there was a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the office’s dark closet and against Sam’s firm chest. “Shh,” he whispered beside your ear, still holding you flush against him as he softly clicked the door back into place and turned off his flashlight.
The sound of your breathing had become deafening in the quiet, only the muffled sliding of drawers available to drown it out. And if the man on the other side of the closet door wasn’t enough to contend with, you suddenly felt Sam stiffen behind you as you waited.
“Sam?” you whispered, tilting your head up to look at him. His eyes were shut and his face was contorted with a clearly forced a calm, but when you tried to turn and face him his hands tightened on your waist, grabbing a fist-full of your shirt in the process.
“Don’t move,” he said through gritted teeth, keeping his arms locked around you to drive his point home.
At first you were confused - clearly in no place to argue with a potential murder on the other side of a flimsy door and a mountain of a man behind you, but confused nonetheless. And then you felt it. Something familiar and firm pressing into your lower back, a point of pressure that was no doubt the source of Sam’s discomfort.
You tilted your head up, being careful not to move your body, and whispered, “Seriously?”
“It’s not my fault. Just – just don’t move.” Sam squeezed his eyes shut further and released the fabric of your shirt, only to change his mind a few seconds later and grab another fist-full.
You briefly wondered what manner of un-sexy things he was thinking about when you heard the office door click shut. The man had left.
Sam seized the closet’s doorknob and pushed with a jerk, yanking you both out into the once again empty office.
You simply looked at him and grinned.
“So … you’re into confined spaces, huh? Or is it the threat of getting caught?”
Sam looked completely taken aback, eyes wide as he ceased yanking on his now too-tight pants. “What? No. Shut up.”
Your smile only grew. “Come on, Sam! Tell me all your weird kinks!”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows in proposition. Sam looked adorably uncomfortable and then shook his head, turning to walk out of the office.
“Sammy!” you called after him, chasing him down the hall. “Spoil sport …”
*These gifs are not mine, both the gifs are from Google Images*
I've seen several photos portraying Japanese girl gangs fighting in long pleated skirts. how viable of an outfit is this in terms of combat?
I’m going to avoid talking about the cultural context for the skirts, which there is and just focus on the practicality.
The answer to any question involving combat is “it depends”, and when we talk about an article of clothing that is dependent on that specific article of clothing. It also depends on the kind of combat you plan to have your character engaging in. Street brawls are very different from armored melee. If your character is a female soldier, she’ll be dressing according to whatever regulations her military has (that could involve a skirt for dress uniforms, but battle and dress are different).
There is no “one-size fits all” approach as the field of battle matters, the kind of opponent matters, the skill level of all parties involved matters, context matters. What your intentions are matter.
They all factor into the decision making process. What you need to do when looking at articles of clothing and trying do decide if it’s a yes or no is learn to think from the internal perspective of someone who would actually be engaging in physical conflict. If you’re thinking of someone heading into a dangerous situation where they couldn’t outwardly look like they were expecting trouble then the question is: if you expected to be caught and forced to fight, what kind of clothing would you prefer to be caught in?
It starts with you and we work our way out from there as you learn more about the conditional nature of combat. When it comes to Hollywood, the irony is that most of the clothing male action heroes wear will work for basic street combat whereas the clothing for women won’t. Would you want to be hunting monsters through the sewers in six inch heels? Probably not.
For what the girl gangs are doing, it works. In fact, it works better than a miniskirt or any other tight clothing common for women in the US or the leather bondage outfits you often see women fighting in on television. You’ll still see women in the real world wear those. Not because it works, mind you, but because they’re afraid they won’t be perceived as feminine, sexy, or attractive. They overcompensate in the wrong direction, the same way Hollywood and media do, and for the exact same reasons.
Sometimes, people make choices that have nothing to do with what’s appropriate or what works. Sometimes, they’re trying to balance between societal expectations, cultural mores, gender constraints, and what they’re trying to accomplish. Sometimes they’re trying to be outside the box and inside the box at the same time. And, sometimes, they can get away with it. What they’re doing and who they’re fighting means they’ve a greater margin for error, versus someone faced with an enemy where they need every advantage they can get.
What you want, especially with street fighting, is freedom of movement.
This is why you often see tank tops or very loose fitting shirts on military personnel. If you’ve got a shirt that fits tightly around the shoulders, that’ll impede your movement, restrict the rotation of the shoulder. If you’re pants are too tight or limit flexibility, then that slows you down and will limit how high you can kick, how well your leg moves, etc.
You want durable clothing.
Clothing that protects you in a fall or when you’re rolling around on the ground. If you can’t see it absorbing impact or protecting you from scrapes when you hit the earth, then it isn’t a good pick.
You want clothes that breathe.
Combat is a high energy exercise, it’s frenetic, it’s fast, and it takes a lot of exertion. If you’ve ever brought the wrong kind of clothing when you’re going jogging or watched makeup melt off girls in P.E. class then you know what I’m talking about. Clothes that cause you to overheat, that don’t allow the heat to escape your body, that you can’t run or sprint in, will actively do you harm in a fight. By participating in exercise with a high energy output, you are already heating up your body. (This is part of why we sweat, we’re cooling our body down.) The hotter you get, the faster you burn through your water. The hotter you get, the faster you reach a point of critical exhaustion which will get you killed.
However, “what works” for combat is heavily dependent on the kind of combat your character plans to (or potentially might) engage in. The rules change based on what you’re doing, what you need, what the chances of success are, who the enemy is, the terrain you’re fighting on.
There’s also the other side, beyond practicality, which is you know, cultural expectations and considerations. How your character feels about gender norms, whether they care about being perceived as feminine or masculine, whether they care about expectations, whether they’re vain, or willing to get themselves killed over fashion.
There’s also the part in fiction where how someone is dressed becomes an indicator for how serious the situation is/threat level is. That’s a visual tell you see used often in film and television.
Remember, skill and experience don’t free you from the same constraints that affect other characters. They just mean your character can make more intelligent choices based on what they know. They can get away with more, but it will still catch up to them in the end.
So, be Helen Mirrim in R.E.D. and take out armed gunmen with a reinforced clutch and the element of surprise.
Try thinking about the situation from the perspective of the character involved rather than overall generic rules. Practicality changes on a situational basis, and there are plenty of people who will go Rule of Cool in real life. This is especially true of gangs, where efficacy loses out to intimidation.
People are people. All the factors going into a decision may not be the ones you expect or are looking for.
If we all freak out abt will's wide shoulders,,,,how must nico feel?
he likes them.
Nico blinked a few times at the bright light, squinting his eyes. “What - where am I?”
Hina - one of Will’s siblings more than often in the infirmary - didn’t even glance up from where she was filling out paperwork at his bedside. “The infirmary, duh.”
Nico sat up, instantly wincing from the action. “I - what? I don’t remember, uh -” His head hurt against the lights, and he rubbed at his eyes. “I don’t remember anything. The camp was attacked, right?”
Hina popped her gum. “Just by some low-ranking monsters, nothing big.” Her voice was dismissive, as if Nico wasn’t actually starting to remember the several threatening figures that had nearly broke their camp wards. She finally looked up, waving her pen around a bit. “You overdid the shadow magic, passed out before the battle was done.”
Ah. That explained the headache, and the deep pains in his muscles. God, he was going to be feeling like this for the next few days. That always sucked.
He started to push the blankets down, fully prepared to start talking his way out of the sterile, stiff bed and straight into his own. He paused, thinking for a moment. “How did I get here? If I passed out mid battle?” He was used to waking up where he passed out, now that he thought about it. Usually in alleys or parks, but usually no one tried to mess with him.
Hina looked like she was finishing up her paperwork, giving him a bored look. “Will brought you in. You were totally out of it, completely unconscious.”
Nico considered that. “He…brought me in?”
“Yeah. He was carrying you across his shoulders.”
And that -
- that completely froze Nico.
He swallowed a few times. Tried to speak. “He uh, he carried me across his, um, shoulders?”
Hina was looking a bit annoyed at all his questions. “Yes?” She crossed her arms, “Do you have anymore questions? Because I can just go get Will for those. I have a ton of paperwork to do.”
Nico was already nodding, very firmly back in place in his infirmary bed. “You can go get him.”
She huffed a breath, giving him a look, before turning and doing just so.
“Just so you know -” She called over her shoulder, a smirk crossing her face. “He’s not happy with you, death boy.”
Usually, Nico would have been all scowling and snapping remarks at the nickname - Will’s nickname for him - before the originator of the name himself was there.
Will appeared bedside and - and have Will’s scrubs always been that tight? Around his chest? And…and his biceps?
Will was giving him a look that Nico couldn’t even fully appreciate. “Kayla was suppose to come and get me when you woke up. How are you feeling?”
Nico fumbled for the glass of water at his bedside - probably put there by Will himself - before speaking.
He clenched his fingers around the lukewarm glass. “Uh, fine.” He rasped, “Headache, muscle pains. You know.”
Will nodded, because out of everyone, he did know Nico’s condition the best. He also rolled his eyes, but he also knew how careless Nico could be with his powers in relation to himself.
If Nico wasn’t so, um, distracted at the moment, he’d probably be snapping at the action. Some sarcastic remark, probably.
“You carried me back here.” Nico said before he could stop himself. His throat was so, so dry. He took another desperate sip of the water.
Will shrugged, “No big deal. I always carry campers back here.”
Nico could just barely stop his eyes from going wide. “You do?”
“Either me, Lukas, or Kayla.” He grabbed Nico’s chart from the front of his bed and began flipping through it, frowning at whatever he was reading. “That just happens when you’re the oldest.”
There - standing in front of Nico’s bed under the too-bright lights of the infirmary - there was Nico’s perfect view of - of The Shoulders (™).
Nico didn’t know he even had a thing for shoulders. Strong, wide shoulders, that stretched the thin, clean fabric of Will’s scrubs, where Will’s curls just began to brush as they fall back from his neck.
Yeah. Nico definitely had a thing for shoulders.
And Will was continuing on.
The other boy glanced over his shoulder, “Actually, if you’re going to be here for awhile - surprised you didn’t escape the moment you woke up - we can start an IV, you’re probably dehydrated. Be right back.”
He stood, turning away to give - ah - Nico a view of his apparently matching too-tight scrub pants, and continued babbling on to Nico as he did so. In the face or, um, rear of just perfection, Nico could only numbly nod back.
“we fight putties every day of course i hurt myself.”
“that’s not what i mean.” trini says, leaving out the and you know it. what she does instead, is reach for kim’s clenched fist. she can’t not do it any more, she can’t leave kim to stand there drowning in whatever she can’t escape.
the first time trini notices, she doesn’t connect the dots.
the corner of the ship she and kim have claimed as their own is dark, and they’re both beaten and bruised from the evening’s training. it’s a half second, nothing more really, just the dim light catching across some old scars on kims hips. replaying the moment over later, trini’s not sure she saw anything at all. except, perhaps,
a flash of panic in kims eyes as she caught trini’s line of sight, pulling up her sweatpants in the same motion. at the time trini had written it off as some sort of trini-being-gay-related-discomfort,
when trini realizes the reality of it all she wishes it were only that.
How would a beach episode play out in SNK? A musical episode?
A beach episode would start with Eren bursting into the HQ and declaring that they really badly need to have a trip to the beach. Levi would punch his head and Eren would go down. But Erwin would say Eren’s right, so the next day they all go to the beach, which is actually just a river and not the sea, but that’s okay. Bertholdt would try to peak at the girls changing, Reiner would build a huge sand castle with Connie and Sasha and then crush it armored Titan style, Levi would sit far away from it all and be pissed, because the money for this trip could have been used on tea. Erwin would wear embarrassing swimming pants that are too tight. Eren would try to catch fish, which wouldn’t work at all, Mikasa on the other hand catches all the fish. Jean drools over Mikasa in a bathing suit. Ymir pushes Historia in the water and Historia pulls her in with her. Half way through the whole thing Annie, Marlo and Hitch come walking by being on patrol and ask what’s going on and that they’re not allowed to do this. Erwin says he has a permit and shows them a piece of paper saying “I do what I want”. Annie gags at the sight of Erwin’s bathing pants. Hitch is already undressed and putting sunscreen on and tells Annie and Marlo to go on patrolling without her. Marlo gets nose bleed and Annie just leaves.
I can bear it no longer! Goblin King! Goblin King! Wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!
After yet another brutal beating at the hands of his stepmother for a mistake he did not make, Credence lashes out and wishes away his younger sister. Feeling responsible and guilty about the abduction he begs the Goblin King for the chance to win his sister back.
He is given thirteen hours to solve the magical Labyrinth and make his way to the Goblin King’s Castle, before Modesty is turned into a Goblin and cursed to spend her life in the Underworld.
Nothing is really as it seems in the land of the fae, and as Credence makes his way through the enchanted maze he must solve the place’s endless riddles and resist the tempting promises of the Goblin King.
Everyone with a vagina knows they gotta put up with some bullshit from mother nature every month (usually). If you’re like me, periods can be celabratory because BITCH U AINT PREGNANT! Ima give u some tips to make your period a lil less hellish and hopefully even a lil shorter.
1- Wear pads at night. I know they arent the most comftorable thing but TSS is far more uncomftorable I promise you. I don’t trust sleeping in tampons because of the risk of them staying in for too long. (Always change your tampons every 5-7 hours)
2- Heat relieves cramps and also helps blood flow. Soak a washcloth in hot water and put it over your abdomen, sit in a hot bath, take a hot shower, sit in a sauna ect
3- Stick to drinking strictly water and tea (same thing) this will help with breakouts, fatigue, headaches, bloating, ect. Peppermint, ginger, and chamomile tea are great for cramps.
4- Ive noticed that the less I snack on shitty foods, the shorter my period is. I cant back this up really, but cutting out candy, chips, soda and replacing them with water and fruits has helped end my period quicker.
5- AVOID SODIUM LIKE THE PLAGUE
6- Wear cotton underwear and preferably not too tight pants/shorts just so you can let your cootchie breath.
7- Lmao y’all are gunna hate me for this but honestly working out on your period works wonders. It gets the blood flow going, gets rid of cramps, andddd (my fav thing about periods) your metabolism is fastest during your period so eating healthy and excercise can actually help you lose a few pounds. When I was trying to lose weight i hit a platue and my period helped me get past it.
8- Carry 5 tampons with you, an extra pair of panties, tylenol, and a water bottle wherever you go. Also mark your calender or get Period Tracker app so you can be as prepared as you can for when your period decides to ruin your day. When you are on your period, wear dark clothing and bring a jacket/long sweater so you can either tie your jacket around your waist to cover your ass if you bleed through. This is also great if you’re like me who need to wear pads and tampons and want to cover the underwear lines.
9- MY FAV TIP. Masturbating atleast twice a day (but no ones stopping you from going on more) helps with cramps and speeds up blood flow to end your period quicker. Amazing. Sex is also good for this but I personally hate having sex on my period, that dick be high fiving my period cramps like they a team or some shit.
This is all I could come up with so hopefully it helps you. Stay smart, fresh, and beautiful my lovely hoes.
Nurseydex prompt where the team forces Dex and Nursey into a closet or supply room or some small space so theyll talk and deal w the UST and finally get together but once the door is closed Dex starts having a panic attack either bc small space (memories of bullying? Claustrophobic?) and bc he's forced to talk FEELINGS w Nursey and its all 2 much and Nursey tries to convince the team to let them out while also comforting Dex thru this and ends with them getting out and start (secretly?) dating
So, I deviated away from the prompt a little. Mostly because I didn’t feel like Bitty, who had been locked in a closet before, would even a LITTLE bit approve of this plan if he had been consulted. Hopefully you like it.
Dex wasn’t freaking out. He wasn’t. Except, yeah, he totally was freaking out.
“Dude, you spend your summers on a boat, how are you claustrophobic?” The fact that Nursey wasn’t the least bit bothered just made things so much worse.
“Shut the fuck up, I’m not claustrophobic. I just don’t like closed spaces. And it’s different on a boat.”
Dex was going to fucking kill Holster. Maybe Ransom, too, since they did everything together and he probably had a hand in it, too. Once they got out of the basement supply closet, that was. At least Holster turned on the light before he locked them in.
He should have known better, honestly. When he got an urgent text saying that one of the pipes in the closet was leaking everywhere, he knew it sounded off somehow. For one thing, Dex couldn’t remember there being pipes in the supply closet; they were on the other side of the basement entirely. For another thing, it was the middle of the day and the only person who would be at the Haus would be Nursey, who had a midday break on Tuesdays and Thursdays that he used to nap in Chowder’s room.
Or at least, everyone else was supposed to be in class, but it was undoubtedly Holster’s voice that he heard as the door slammed behind a sleepy-faced and half-dressed Nursey.
“Work out your shit, dudes. I’m on a mission to relieve the Haus of any and all sexual tension before I graduate. I’ll be back for you two later.”
It took about two minutes before Nursey gave up his half-assed efforts at trying to open the clearly locked door. It only took Dex one and a half before it started getting harder to take a full breath.
Okay, so maybe he was a little claustrophobic. And maybe he was a lot freaking out. And maybe verging on hyperventilating and a full blown panic attack. He tried to remember the techniques his childhood therapist taught him to calm himself down, but he couldn’t focus.
He was stuck in a cycle of cantbreath-breathingtoofast-needmoreair-cantbreat.
Dex came back to himself with a warm hand on his shoulder and a steady stream of words flowing around him. His back was braced against the door and Nursey was crouched in front of him, looking more serious than Dex had ever seen him.
“There you go, just like that. Breathe with me. You back with me, Will?”
He nodded, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He felt his face flush in embarrassment. Dex couldn’t fucking believe he had a panic attack, his first in over two years, in front of Nursey of all people.
Nursey sat back on his haunches, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry I was chirping you about being claustrophobic. I didn’t know it was actually a thing. It never, like, come up before.”
The way he moved brought Dex’s attention to the thick bands of ink on Nursey’s bicep, the powerfully corded muscles of his forearm, and the fact that he was incredibly shirtless. Dex barely held down the hysterical feeling laughter that was bubbling up in his chest.
The horrifying and hilarious truth of the matter was that Holster… wasn’t wrong. Or at least, he was half right. Dex was embarrassingly attracted to Nursey. He thought it was hiding it well, but apparently not. Jesus fucking christ, he was minutes out of a panic attack and his first thought was to ogle Nursey.
He had to find a way out. Between the stress of being stuck in a fucking closet (literally, in this case, because fuck knows he’s used to being stuck in the metaphorical closet), and the stress of…. Nursey, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. And who knew how long Holster would leave them there.
Dex scrubbed a hand over his hair. “It’s whatever, man. Like you said, never came up.”
He tried his best to think about anything except the walls of the closet, and just how tight the space felt. Dex focused on the scratchy feel of his hair on his palms, the hole in the toe of his sock, the place where his leg was flung out and it brushed against Nurse’s soft cotton sleep pants. The place where his jeans felt a little too tight, where his cell phone was pressed into his thigh.
Goddamn it. Of course, his fucking phone. With fumbling fingers, he tried to pull it out of his pocket. The flush reignited under his skin. Stupid fucking panic attacks and stupid fucking anxiety and stupid goddamn Holster. The more he struggled with it, the more difficult it was to shove his hand into his jeans.
Dex felt his heart rate rising, his blood pumping in his ears, and hot tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Nursey seemed to understand what he was trying to do. He slowly pulled Dex’s hands away from his pocket and slipped his own nimble fingers into the denim before quickly pulling out Dex’s phone. He handed it to Dex only long enough to swipe the unlock code, then Nursey took it back and quickly began typing away.
When Dex noticed that his hands were still shaking, a fresh wave of tears tried to push its way out. The anger helped him get the panic under control, just a little. He pressed his palms down on the concrete, hard, trying to visualize pushing all the way through the foundation.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed sitting that way, how long Nursey spent texting on his phone. He zoned out until he felt a warm hand cover his own. He looked down, amazed at how warm Nursey was and how cold his own was.
“Bitty’s on his way. Think you can make it another five minutes or so?”
Dex nodded. It’s not like they had any other choice, anyway. Nursey nodded back, before he cleared his throat.
“So…” Dex had hoped they could avoid the whole talking part of things, just sit there until Bitty let them back out. Apparently, Nursey actually wanted to talk, though. Dex didn’t have the energy to try to fight him on it.
Dex let his head knock back against the door. “What?”
“I’m not, like… bothering you, right?”
Dex could barely contain his laughter. Generally, the answer to that question was yes, Nursey was bothering Dex. His fake chill demeanor, his stupidly pretty face, the chirps Dex desperately wanted to be flirting but weren’t. It all bothered Dex way more than he wanted it to.
“Probably, but what specifically are you talking about?”
Nursey looked… Was he blushing? Dex lifted his head so he could get a better look at his partner. Yes, definitely blushing.
“The, y’know. The whole sexual tension thing. The flirting.”
Dex couldn’t figure out what Nursey meant. It was the right subject, but Nursey wasn’t telling Dex to back off, because he was making things super awkward, and couldn’t he just see that Nursey wasn’t interested?
Nursey must have read the confusion on Dex’s face, because he followed up with, “I don’t try to, but apparently i don’t try hard enough not to. If it makes you uncomfortable or whatever, I can stop.”
“Wait, what? But I was the one flirting with you.”
They stared at each other, wide-eyed for a second. Dex leaned forward, moving slowly so that Nursey could pull back if he needed to. He pressed their lips together, a barely there kiss. And then another, and another.
A few seconds later, shouting from upstairs broke them apart.
Bitty yanked open the door looking the picture of a southern storm. He quickly looked Nursey and Dex up and down to make sure they were okay, then turned on his heel, and started marching back up the basement steps. Dex was very glad that he wasn’t Holster right now.
He picked himself up from the floor, then held a hand down to Nursey, who threaded their fingers together once he was standing. They both leaned in. Dex was so ready to put the whole mess behind him, and maybe definitely make out for the next two hours. Suddenly, Nursey pulled back.
“But, like… How does working on a boat work when you’re claustrophobic?”
Dex rolled his eyes, but pulled Nursey back in for another kiss.
BTS REACTIONS: Them finding you crying in the dressing room, because nothing fits right. *REQUEST*
Dear requester, Hope you like it. I didn’t understand what long gif reaction meant. Sorry :/ <3 Not much of a writer. Also the present and past tense is all over the place in this…
JIN knocked on the dressing room door several times, but you didn’t answer. He waited a few more minutes for an answer, but still you did not reply.
“Y/N. what is taking you so long? The women out here are staring at me! Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?”
He decided to go inside once the women had turned their heads. He sees you on the floor crying with nothing but your underwear on. After you tell him that nothing fits, he takes his coat off and wraps it around you. Then he sits next to you.
“Y/N, I’m sorry that nothing fits right. We can always try another store, or maybe try a size up? I love you no matter what though. You still loved me when I cut my hair and it took forever to grow back out. Do you remember? You had to distract me all day, because I couldn’t stop obsessing over my hair. You helped me through a rough time. So I want to help you through a rough time.”
You both sit there for a good minute or two. He tries to think of a solution to your problem.
“Hey! How about we start eating healthier? I’ve been wanting to start a new dietary change and with you by my side I know I won’t fail. What do you say, Y/N? Be my partner in crime?”
RAP MONSTER heard you crying from outside the dressing room, but didn’t think it was his place to ask what was wrong. So he continued to wait outside. Then he heard your cries getting louder. So he took out his pen and notepad where he kept his lyrics and ripped off a page. He scribbled something down and slipped it under the door with the pen.
You wiped off your tears and opened the piece of paper:
Is something the matter? Yes or No…
You circled Yes and cracked the door so you could give him the paper and pen back.
“You mind if I come in?”
He could see that you were half naked through the cracked door. When he helped himself in, he also noticed that there was a pile of clothing on the bench.
“Are those the clothes you wanted to try on?”
You nodded, but didn’t say a word.
“Are you going to buy them?”
You shook your head.
“Why not, Y/N? Didn’t you just say that you were going to buy them, you just needed to see if you wanted them for sure?”
You told him your situation and sat on the bench next to the clothes.
“Y/N, you shouldn’t let these things bother you. You’re more than your weight and just because these clothes don’t fit doesn’t mean other awesome clothes won’t fit. I think the lesson to learn here is to not focus so much on what doesn’t fit and focus on the things that do or could fit. Now put back on your clothes and lets go back outside and find you something else.”
SUGA came back from the photography store next door to find you crying with the door wide open. You were fully clothed and waiting for him to come back so he could help you put the clothes back. He looked mildly concerned, because he thought you might of been crying because of the clothes being overpriced.
“Y/N, I told you the clothes were too expensive. Lets put them back and try a different store.”
You told him that the clothing price is just fine, its the fact that they don’t fit that is upsetting you.
“You look good in anything, don’t let some stupid clothes get to you. You could walk out with a dress covered in dog shit and would still make it work. You could wear nothing but dirty gym socks and would somehow start a global trend. I guess what I’m trying to get at is… YOU’RE HOT NO MATTER WHAT. Lets buy these clothes so we can burn them outside. C’mon, lets go before I come to my senses and change my mind.”
J-HOPE was busy chatting with the sales clerk to decide what to get you as a surprise when suddenly a woman came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. The woman asked if his girlfriend was in the dressing room closest to the wall. J-hope confirmed and asked why she wanted to know. The lady told him that you were crying and it sounded like you were having a hard time putting on clothes. J-hope knew that it was his cue to get up and see if you were okay.
“Y/N are you okay? Some lady told me you were crying. You need Hobi to help with anything?”
You cried from the dressing room that the clothes don’t fit and threw them over the door.
What should I do? J-hope thinks to himself. *light bulb lights up in his head*
“Y/N, open the door. Please, I need to show you something.”
You open the door expecting something serious from the tone of his voice. Instead you got a Hobi with the clothing that didn’t fit you around his thighs and barely fitting going over his shoulders.
“They don’t fit me either, Y/N!”
Yep, he’s a dork.
JIMIN asked if you were okay several times and every time you replied saying you were fine. Even though you clearly weren’t, because you were crying to yourself about how nothing fit. He picked up on what might be the problem and went back into the storefront to find some cool clothes that were a size up. He searched for a whole hour, while you were in the dressing room freaking out and crying to yourself.
“Y/N, here I looked at every section of the store for clothes that I think you’ll like. Just try them on for me please. Don’t worry I’ll keep looking until you find something you like that fits on you.”
You try some of the clothes on, but only a few fit that you like. You tell Jimin that you’re still upset that the clothes you wanted didn’t fit.
“Let me search some more, I bet I could find something that looks close to what you wanted to buy. Sweetie, I just want you to be happy. When you’re not happy, I’m not happy and if I’m not happy then I’m taking everything out on V and Jungkook. WE SEARCH UNTIL WE FIND EVERYTHING YOU WANTED IN THE RIGHT SIZE. Also you look really cute when you’re crying. Okay, I’m going back to the front of the store now.”
V kept sneaking in your dressing room as a joke. Every time you would giggle and tell him to leave so you could try the clothes on. He decided to sneak in one last time, but when he came in he saw you on the floor in fetal position crying. He smirked and tried to grab your hand to be playful, but instead you jerked away.
“Y/N, please tell me what I can do. You don’t even have to tell me what’s wrong, just let me help.”
You told him anyways, which made you cry even more. You felt embarrassed and ashamed.
“So what should we do about that? Do you want to leave? Y/N whatever you do, just know that I’m here for you. Honestly speaking you look just fine to me, so don’t let these clothes not fitting make you feel ugly. If I had a penny for every time I looked at you and had dirty thoughts, I’d have a million dollars. I’M SERIOUS!…”
You giggled and rolled your eyes. He doesn’t know how to comfort people does he? Also he’s being super pervy when I’m having a mental breakdown.
“I mean your butt is all I see when I close my eyes. I close them often.”
JUNGKOOK noticed your feet hanging out under the dressing room door. He leaned down and playfully tickled your feet. You used your exposed feet to kick him in the shin and moved them back into the dressing room.
“Ouch, Y/N that was too much. I was only playing around with you.”
You didn’t answer, so he grabbed for the door to open it. He turned the knob, but you were holding the door shut so he couldn’t come in. She’s stronger than I thought, he thought to himself.
“Let me in or I’m going to leave you here.”
You backed away from the door and Jungkook stepped it. You were crying with a shirt that looked too tight and pants that couldn’t zip up. You explain to him that nothing would fit.
“So you locked me out, because some clothes don’t fit? Y/N you just need a bigger size and that’s okay. It’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. Lets not ruin this awesome day. Lets finish shopping and go home and cuddle…naked…maybe….if you want to….no? Okay.”
“For the purposes of tonight, you and I will be taking on certain roles. You are not to break character under any circumstances lest you blow our cover, is that understood?” I saw the prompt and said damn I need Prinxiety for this one and I have no clue why.
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY BUT IT IS SO ROMANTIC I CANNOT
“For the purposes of tonight, you and I will be taking on certain roles.
You are not to break character under any circumstances lest you blow our cover,
is that understood?”
Ann rolled his eyes, staring at Roman quietly, eyebrow raised.
“I just don’t understand why we have to do this?” he asked, narrowing
his eyes at the fake glasses over his face. Logan’s shirt was too loose, his
pants were too loose, and his tie too tight. Besides, he had his hair gelled
and he hated it. Roman rolled his eyes, fixing Morgan’s bowtie and making his
hair a little less perfect. “Why couldn’t they just come to this stupid party?”
“It is their honeymoon, Ann! We have to help our friends! Besides, Logan
said it isn’t so important, but that doesn’t mean he can miss it. He is an important
scientist” Roman said, and then sighed. “I don’t like the idea either, but we
promised. Come on. It won’t be so bad”
“Not to you that has to look nice and smile all the time. I had to study
for this” Ann said, groaning. “And you know how annoying it was to put this
make up in you and in me so we look more alike them?!”
“Stop complaining. We just have to stay for two hours and we can leave.
Come on” Roman said, taking Ann’s hand and taking him to Logan’s car. The
younger man rolled his eyes but walked to the car behind the other, getting in
the car and waiting Roman do the same.
Quickly, the two were in the parking lot of a huge business building,
and they could listen to the songs from there coming from the main hall. Both
stared at the building with wide eyes, surprised.
“This is… So… Wow” Ann muttered, and Roman nodded, eyes bright.
“I am just as surprised as you” he said, and then shook his head. “Come
on. We need to get to the party so we can leave”
“Alright” Ann agreed, and soon the two were making their way to the
hall, being received by butlers that took their coats and put them inside
separated lockers. The two made their way inside, only to remember that they
were portraying a part, and quickly Roman put his arm under Ann’s, making the
other give him an uncomfortable look before they linked their arms together.
How they hated how much Logan and Morgan were affectionate around
“Are we going to act all lovely too?” Ann whispered, and Roman rolled
his eyes before smiling again, very much like Morgan smiled all the time.
“If you touch me more than necessary I will kill you” he said, through
his smile, and Ann chuckled quietly, nodding to a couple that walked by saying
hello. Quietly, Ann guided them to an empty corner and the two stood there,
unlinking their arms.
“This will be a nightmare” Ann said, and Roman rolled his eyes, fixing
his fake glasses.
“It will be f-”
“Look who it is!” they heard, and quickly turned to see a couple
approaching, the woman with a wide grin and the man with a smirk. Roman
remembered the pictures Logan had given them to remember the important names,
but he couldn’t remember it for anything in the world.
Luckily, he didn’t have to.
“Melissa” Ann said, politely, as the couple approached, giving her a nod
and then to her husband. “George. Salutations”
Well, he was a better actor than Roman had thought he was.
“Melissa!” he squealed, in his best portrait of his overly excited
friend, hugging her and luckily being hugged back. “I am so glad you could
“No, I am glad that you could” she said, sounding honestly surprised.
“You had told me that your honeymoon would be around this week. You were about
to change dates?”
“Yes actually, we did, right Log?” he said, smiling widely to Ann, and
the man nodded, fixing his glasses like Logan would.
“Indeed. It was a little problematic but we were able to change the
dates” he said, smirking and nodding to George. “How is your research in
molecule particles, George?”
“Oh no, they are talking work” Melissa said, rolling her eyes and
tugging Roman away from the two men. “So tell me Mo, how is married life?”
“Well… It is a wonder” he said, slowly, keeping an eye on Ann, not
really wanting to move away from him in fear of being discovered. “I don’t want
to stay away from him for a second”
“You two were beautiful in your wedding day” she nodded, smiling. “I am
so glad you finally found someone that really loves you. I haven’t been having
the same luck” she sighed, looking at George annoyed. Roman frowned.
“What? You two seemed very happy together” he said confused, and she
“A great façade, that is what it is” she said. “He wants my father’s
money and has thousands of lovers. So do I honestly, we barely see each other”
she sighed. “I thought marriage was more like a fairy tale”
“It should be” he said, suddenly forgetting about his role, taking her
hand and frowning. “If it isn’t making you happy, you should stop pretending
and get away from him. Build your life from zero. Be with someone you love”
“You are so incredible” she said, smiling sadly. “It really is amazing
that you have someone that loves you so much and someone you love so much. How
does it feel like? Loving someone?”
Roman looked over to where Ann was, acting serious and very alike Logan,
but he could clearly see the annoyance in his eyes even from afar, he noticed
how uncomfortable he was by the way he leaned away from George, how he wanted
to leave the party by the movements of his fingers on his back. He was so Ann,
Roman couldn’t understand how anyone was buying his role.
“Well… It feels… Like you know everything about them” he said, blinking
slowly when he saw a small smirk appearing on Ann’s face, and he wondered why. “And
also discovering something new all the time. It is wanting them to hold your
hand but knowing that if they let go, it won’t be for long and that you have
nothing to worry about. It is…” he muttered, stopping when Ann sent him a
glance from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly relaxed, as if he had turned
just to make sure Roman was still there. “Is to trust someone with your life
and be trusted in return. But honestly… It is being able to talk about love as
if you were really… in love” he whispered, voice breathy as everything in his
head clicked and he blushed, deeply, staring as Ann turned away from George and
walked to him and Melissa with George right next to him.
“Love, shall we eat something?” George asked as he approached, taking
Melissa’s hand, and she nodded, staring with a fond smile to Roman as he woke
up from his trance.
“Yes. Morgan and I have talked enough” she said, contently, and walked
away, making Ann raise his eyebrow, confused.
“So, the talk was nice?” he asked, and Roman took a deep breath, looking
away and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah. It is really warm in here. Can we go get some water?” he
asked, and Ann shrugged, linking their arms and guiding Roman away from their
corner, right to the bar on the other side of the hall. Roman stared at their
arms and focused on the feeling, suddenly craving for more and not knowing how
to say it.
Ann would never want to be with him. Ever.
A little further into the party, almost at the time to leave, Roman and
Ann found a few more of Logan’s friends in the party, one of them being a very
drunk lady that did not stop saying that they were her favorite couple from
that entire boring party.
It took a minute for the rest of the less… genius friends to start
shouting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” at them, and suddenly most of the hall was
screaming with them, making both Roman and Ann extremely embarrassed.
“You know they would do it right?” Roman muttered to the younger, who
groaned and looked back at him.
“You won’t kill me, right?”
“Obviously not, they are asking for it”
Ann nodded and swallowed thickly before taking Roman’s waist on his
hands and pulling him closer, kissing him and making the room explode in
cheers. Roman took a second to answer, but slowly his hands went up Ann’s hair
and pulled him closer, the party’s sounds disappearing as he focused only in
the way their lips locked so well, how their bodies fit together like puzzle
pieces, how extremely cliché he was being and how incredibly nice he was
Soon, however, the kiss ended, and the two stood there, staring at each
other with wide, surprised eyes. Ann’s cheeks were pink, and his own body was
trembling a little at the feeling lingering.
“They are so in love” one of the guys in the crowd said, and at that,
both Roman and Ann pulled away, quickly, suddenly forgetting their roles and
being completely dazed. Realizing that Ann wouldn’t say anything, Roman smiled
widely to them, blushing.
“Well, I think that’s enough for today! We will be leaving now!” he
said, happily, and that seemed to wake Ann from his frozen state, both doing
their best to say goodbye quickly and rush away from that party, almost
forgetting their coats before they left.
They walked to the car in silence, but when they reached it, they stared
at each other, breathless and shaking.
Roman needed to feel that again. So he stepped forward, going for a
kiss, before he was stopped by Ann, the younger man putting a hand over his
“Ro…” he breathed out, looking at him, eyes wide, unsure. “What… What
happened… Was it me or…”
Roman stared at him for a while, surprised by the question, before he
took Logan’s glasses off his face and Morgan’s off his own, before undoing Ann’s
gelled hair the best he could to leave it over his eyes and pulled him closer
by his collar.
“You. Definitely you” he breathed out, and kissed him again, harder this
time, and Ann melted against him, kissing him back and pulling him closer by
In the end, they didn’t need a cover to pretend they were in love.
It's cold out, but you've grown numb to the chilling air that nips at your skin. You've been sat outside for God knows how long now - dusk is long gone, and the pale pink sky is now splattered with twinkling stars and a bright moon. "So.. s'out here you're hidin'?" his soft, deep voice barely startles you. "Oh, love" he continues "You're freezin' - c'mere," his arms slowly circles your waist. He gazes at you lovingly, his thumb gently ghosting over your skin as he plants a soft kiss to your lips
But, it’s like you don’t even notice. You haven’t responded to him at all, and it’s honestly starting to scare him a bit. He doesn’t know what could cause you to risk hypothermia without a care in the world, but he loves you too much to let this go on, so he pulls your arm in the direction of the house. Or, at least he tries, until you snatch your body away from his immediately. “Love, what’s going on?” he asks instead, sitting down a few feet from your legs. He doesn’t really think you’ll respond considering you haven’t even flinched at his presence so far, save for the moment where you jerked away from him, but you do.
“We’ve come a long way haven’t we?”
He nods, but then remembers you haven’t quite made eye contact with him since you got here. “Yeah,” he says breathily. And, you have. He remembers all the fights and the long distance and the days spent in bed together, the late nights, the early mornings. He remembers it all.
Her breathing picks up considerably interrupting his reminiscing and he snaps his head up to her. But, before he can walk up to her she blurts out, “I can’t do this anymore,” and finally turns to face him. Now he’s the one with the pale face. Except the drainage of colour he’s experiencing isn’t due to the weather but from your previous statement, and now he realises you were in the freezing cold to try to numb your feelings from the outside in.
“No,” he says, though. He’s not having it. You two have come a long way, you just said it. It can’t be over now. He won’t let it be over now. It’s just the cold that’s making you think like this. If he can just get you out of the cold, it won’t be over. So, he grabs ahold of your arm again, firmly pulls you into the house, and presses a searing kiss to your lips. He has to take away all the cold that’s infected your body and your brain and your heart because that isn’t you two. It isn’t. You two together were fire.
He keeps a tight grasp on your waist and continues kissing you through every attempt of protest. And, when he can’t breathe anymore he’s making sure that he’s touching every part of your body. He’s got to try to warm you from the outside, praying that it will warm your insides because this can’t be over, this can’t be it. How can you be all fizzled out when his flame is alight and burning brightly? He rejects the thought on hand and resumes kissing you.
He’s pressing you against the wall, while his hands are roaming your body, and he’s trying his hardest to keep his lips on yours because the last time you opened your mouth you almost crushed his entire world and he’s got to convince you to love him still. He pushes your shirt up and over your head, throwing it somewhere he can’t see and now he’s moving you to your room because it’s like his time is running out. He can see the clock tick tick ticking and he wishes he can go back to a time where you weren’t slipping away from him before his very eyes.
His eyes are wide as he looks down at you beneath him and he’s having a mild panic attack trying to recall the moment where you may have started feeling like this. He’s trying to figure out what he did wrong and what he could’ve done better to make sure you stayed here with him where you belong, but he can’t dwell on it for too long. He doesn’t have time for that. He has to be right here, right now to make sure you know how he feels about you. To make sure you know that he still loves you. That there is still a fire burning between you two like one of the many candles he’s got. And, he’s removing your pants and he’s trying to get his down but they’re too tight and they’re taking up too much time that he doesn’t have, so he settles for having them halfway down. And, when he presses into you this time your lips open but they’re not telling him that you want to walk away. They’re moaning and whimpering and you’re grasping onto him like he’s your lifeline. His face is pressed into your neck and silent tears are streaming down his face and he’s whispering how much he loves you and he’s begging, pleading you not to go away. And, he’s really giving you his all—his mind, his body, his heart, his soul—it’s yours for the taking.
When you both finish, he stays on top of you. He buries his face into your chest while his arms wrap around your waist, and he thinks that he’s got you to stay. You’re grasping him just as tightly as he’s holding you and you’re telling him how much you love him and how much he means to you and he’s nodding along because this is what he wishes you had said in the first place when he found you outside in the cold. And, he’s got a small smile on his face because he feels like you feel what he feels, so he slips away into a peaceful slumber. But, when he wakes up you’re gone.