phones with minds of their own

I was eating in Tom hortons, very obviously trying to just mind my own business: In a corner, on my phone. There’s a couple guys hanging out watching the game, and one of them is an older gentleman, longish hair, and what looks like his life in a pair of duffle bags sitting across the table from him.

This man takes it upon himself to start narrating the game for me because I can’t see the TV from my place. Despite menot saying a word about it.

Then he starts asking about my favorite team, and in an effort to get him to stop I told him that I’m a Syracuse Basketball fan. And he latched on to that and starts asking if I’m from Syracuse and stuff. And sees my Canalside shirt and guess that I work there, and I’m like “yup. I bartend there”

This takes him down a tangent about how I should go see the sights of Buffalo and starts outlining places that I should go to dazzle my girl friend.

I’m packing up my stuff to head back to work and I’m like “yeah, thank you, for the advice” and I shake his hand. As I’m shaking his hand I look him dead in the eye and say “I’m definitely going to try those places on my Boyfriend”

And he goes RIGID. Like the smile on his face dropped to shock, and the twinkle in his eyes went out. And I just turn and walk away. I nearly died laughing when I got faf enough away.

Oh my god, I had to go to school early today but I forgot to turn off my usual alarm that reminds me to bring my water bottle, so I’m sitting here quietly on the train minding my own business and suddenly my phone yells “KANZEN NI NAOSU NO WA JIBUN NO JUURYOKU! OK?!”

Luckily I don’t think it was actually loud enough to bother anyone else, but it scared the shit out of me lmao

Black moon Lilith

What is Black moon Lilith? Black moon Lilith is the nothingness, the empty space that’s fills the void between the earth and the moon. Knowing your BML will help determine your subconscious side, secretive behavior patterns, sexual wants and needs, seductive traits, repressed anger and possible reason for death. It’s the energy who makes us feel empowered and vulnerable at once.

Who is Black moon Lilith? To sum it up, BML is a bad ass angel who took a stand for her sexual desires, and because of this, she was cast out of Eden for upsetting the dynamics between male and female power. Black moon Lilith is the feminine sexual energy that we are told to hide, uncontrollable lust, dirty thoughts, obsessions, kinks, anger and impulses.

Black moon Lilith in…

Aries Lilith in Aries feels the need to look powerful. They attain this by working out and eating clean. They need to burn their excess energy out in order to relax, by internalizing their abundance of energy this can cause suppressed anger, anxiety, depression, and lack of will power/motivation. They don’t listen to rules and regulations. They come up with the rules. BML in Aries people are usually talented and fast learners, but they can also be fickle. Instead of changing their mind they should learn to focus on one thing at a time and conquer it before moving on. Sexual energy is high, with a need for control and domination, they prefer BDSM, rough sex, adventurous and impulsive sex. Too much of this can lead them too dangerous situations, lack of this can cause unsatisfaction. Find a balance and you’ll be a bedroom god, oh and mind your head as there’s a chance of severe injury in that area.

Taurus A strong attachment to possessions, money, power to attain security. There’s seductive way about BML in Taurus, they have lustful eyes, soft skin, soothing voices and cupids bow lips, because of their pretty features there’s a connection between this sign and sexual/physical abuse, unwanted pregnancies, stuck in bad relationships especially in their youth years. This placement indicates a need for raw, natural connections, they can immerse themselves in music as they’re very in touch with their bodies and rhythm. A few bats of their lashes could leave anyone melting. Sex can involve domination, abuse, drugs, alcohol and money.  They shine in bed with someone who they feel comfortable with, and have a love for kitchen counter top intimacy. They have a tendency to have people obsess over them, perhaps even break a few hearts in their younger years. Remember, familiarity isn’t always right… jump into the unknown once in a while.

Gemini A difficult connection between mind, body and soul. Split personalities. Problems with communicating and expressing their true feelings, emotional blockages and dissociate personalities. There’s a strong sexual urge in this sign, when controlled can lead to satisfying sex, when uncontrolled can lead to suppression, anxiety about sex and relationships/intimacy; resulting in prostitution and drug use later on in life. When mind, body and soul are in balance, expression, verbal communication and tech skills are at an all time high. Their words are powerful weapons, and they possess and sharp tongue in conjunct a restless mind. Tendency to combine communication and intimacy… dirty talk, phone and cyber sex. Promiscuity and lies can happen when the mind and heart aren’t working together. LGBTQ’s are higher in this placement. 

Cancer Intuitive nature. Seems trust-worthy and kind, gets you to expose your secrets to them and stores them away for later use such as blackmail and emotional manipulation. Can indicate problems at home or feeling like an outcast in their own family, a difficult/distant relationship with either parents and siblings. These people have outstanding memories, able to easily access their past life and reincarnation through meditation, day/night dreaming or intuition. They fear loneliness but find it hard to become emotionally available out of fear of being betrayed. When this placement is channeled at a lower frequency, someone who strives for a peaceful trusting home life might choose to be with someone that won’t make that’s happen by choosing a partner who’s distrusting, abusive, loud, they may have a problematic child, or they themselves cause the chaos at home. Nevertheless, they protect and love their family with their entire life. They love in abundance, and this shows under the sheets. Sex with a Cancer in Lilith will probably leave you falling in love.

Leo Strong need to feel admired, looked up to, frothed over. Will unconsciously run away or close off when they sense rejection. Obsession with creating “meaningful moments” by travelling, communicating, giving, having countless friends.. this obsession can be ego driven to make it seem like they’e living an exciting  life; even if the friendships are fake and the travels rip a hole in their wallet. However living life on the edge is what makes them happy. empowered, charismatic, eccentric, magnetic. These people make great artists, actors, musicians or something along the lines of channeling their creativity to an audience. Their love of a good thing can be self destructive if not controlled, tendency to become sex and money addicts, homewreckers, chronic drug users, Most Leo Lilith’s discover their sexuality at a young age and stay sexually active their entire life. They have no problem jumping from one partner to the next… many have multiple partners. There’s a chance they’ll cheat if they aren’t receiving enough attention from their other half.

Virgo A good placement to have Lilith in. These people possess sharp analytical minds… when used at their fullest potential they’ll go far in terms of career and finance. Prone to using work as a source of escapism. Tends to think and analyse their emotions rather then “feel” them. Excels in psychology, medicine, law, teaching and cooking. Fear of vulnerability and letting themselves go. They can appear “up tight” or very prim and proper, when really they’re free spirited and open minded individuals, able to see between the lines of everything, recognize patterns and reasons most people can’t. This leaves them feeling like an outsider or loner. trichotillomania, OCD and eating disorders are common in this placement; there’s a need for systematic control otherwise they become extremely anxious and fidgety. In bed is where a Virgo Lilith really relaxes and goes wild, sex is a way to release tension and they aim too please.. by taking into account of what turns you on and what you enjoy, they’ll make sure to incorporate it into sex. Advice would be too let feelings happen without creating a reason for them, take some risks, and don’t suppress your emotions.

Libra They mirror the actions of those surrounding them, they can be the sweetest person or the coldest person you’ll ever meet… depending on you. They are proud of their fluent  allure and charm, they’ve mastered the techniques of seduction and use this to their advantage, possible using it to get something out of someone. These people are often geniuses in many areas… arts, music, law, criminology, and language to name a few. Co-dependency and a need for the perfect lover is strong… leading to abusive/problematic relationships especially in their younger years, as they grow they’re more choosy with whom they give attention too, but their flirty nature and need for attention can cause love affairs in their relationship. Their father tends to be detached or overly protective. As mothers, these people can be verbally abusive, particularly pointing out their children’s flaws.. they have an aloof way of showing their love. In bed, they love BDSM, role play, wine, whipped cream, pretty lingerie and love bites.. spank their ass too lol. If this is your placement, remember not to let anyone else’s thought’s or words affect how you feel. You’re all that you need.

Scorpio REBIRTH is frequent in this placement.. strong, intense relationships with their parents, friends and lovers. They feel the need to completely deteriorate themselves and their SO, mostly driven by passion and emotion. When channeled at a lower frequency their personality can become self destructive, they’ll have their perfect job, partner, and finance one second, then find themselves bankrupt, single and depressed the next.. they need to fall into the depths of rock bottom in order to rise up even higher then before. Sex is their favorite weapon.. they usually posses some fire genitals too ;) Don’t be surprised if they’re throwing you against a wall right before they’re in your pants. Most are fascinated by the occult, black magik, astrology, hypnosis, metaphysical subjects and psychology. They possess the best bullshit detectors, and can sense a good idea of a person within 2 seconds of meeting them. Not by analyzing what they say.. but how they say it and what they don’t say. To them, love isn’t love without jealousy, truth, lies, passion, and extremely kinky sex. All the time (sometimes even involving blood)  Chances of anxiety, paranoia, psychotic depression are high. Their ex partner will constantly compare their new spouses to them, because no one will make you feel passion, love, lust, and hate all at once like a Scorpio Lilith

Sagittarius Relies on “luck” to make it in life… and these people are usually quite lucky surprisingly. Rash, gossipy, fickle. Due to their “wanderlust” mindset, there’s a fear of being held down, these people unconsciously try too escape from anything they fear will confine them. This becomes a big problem when the thing they’re trying to escape from is themselves. Escapism outlets include… drugs (especially weed/acid) alcohol, fighting, video games, drawing, fashion, social media. This becomes apparent in relationships. Go travelling with a Sag Lilith. They’ll make the experience the most mystical and eye opening adventure you’ll  have. They prefer raw experiences and travels instead of fancy resorts and restaurants. They’ll be the one’s eating what the locals eat, with the locals. They often feel a little different from everyone else,this can lead to depression and/or anxiety. It takes a while for them to realize the rare gifts they have. How connected they are with the universe as a whole… I bet a Sag Lilith has the most philosophical dreams.  Prone to being boastful , full of themselves, know-it-all’s though. They need to understand that they’re not always right, and not everyone is out to sabotage them. Sexual partners are usually a different race to them, with a completely different background too. Sex while travelling and meeting their soul mate in another country is high.

Capricorn Someone with Lilith in Capricorn has the mindset of a CEO. They get shit done without help from anyone. And they know it. They can appear extremely intimidating, cold and they pretty much invented the resting bitch face. Many have high positions in terms of career, or they’re self employed. Like the other Earth Lilith’s, there’s a need for financial security, control and empowerment. Infact, they’ll do almost anything to get to the top, even if this includes sleeping with their married bosses. They’ll barely ever let their guard down, and if they do… they’ll beat themselves up for it later on. Their mysterious secretive nature can allure many kinds of people in, it doesn’t take long for you to be trapped under their spell. They like to control or be controlled during love making, and they prefer sex after a few glasses of champagne in a big beautiful bed with expensive bedding, some scented candles and erotic music… then their “other side” (think Christian Grey from 50 Shades) comes out to conquer you. Capricorn Lilith’s are notorious Power trippers… they’ll humiliate their best friend in a crowded room to make themselves feel better and wont give a shit. Prone to acting out in cold ways when they don’t get what they want; the one’s they love the most usually take the brunt of their bad moods.. when their frustration is suppressed it can cause sickness, depression, OCD and paranoia. They might have a few run in’s with mean bosses, jealous friends who use their superiority and success to help them. As children they may have been neglected and abused. As parent’s they’re surprisingly warm, cuddly and protective.. they want their children to have the childhood they never got.

Aquarius These people need freedom. They discover their independent streak from a young age and usually worked for their own money and assets from a young age too. They’re drawn to humanitarian subjects, astrology, numerology and tarot. Tendency to have odd behavioral patterns.. they might have a quirky laugh, a potty mouth, they mutter things under their breath to “make a mental note” something about them is different and it’s this why people are so fascinated by them. Aquarius Lilith’s are extremely charismatic. They’re the masters of influencing, convincing, spreading a message to a large crowd.. most Aquarius Lilith’s had the opportunity to travel from a young age; enlightening them to the world and differences in humanity, this makes them more wiser and brainier then most, but they keep that a secret. They have very active minds, this makes them prone to insomnia and depending on the other placements in their birth chart; Schizophrenia is more common here. They fear losing their independence and self identity, so they need someone who’ll let them roam and explore without being clingy or emotional.  Emotions aren’t a huge deal here, they’ll come up with a logical reason for almost every emotion they feel. And if they can’t, they’ll let it go. Among the more sexually open, these individuals value every kind of sexual kink, desire and fantasy’s, they prefer exciting sex to mundane. Most are chronic masterbators because they’re capable of having multiple orgasms. Dark side includes detachment, disassociation, suppression, alienation, and escapism. 

Pisces Among the more higher frequency’s of BML, Pisces is an intuitive Lilith, capable of interacting with the other side, as they’re easy channels for the spirit realm. They receive messages in dreams, they’ll determine whether someone had a bad childhood just by feeling their energy. Being around negative people and situations heavily drains a BML in Pisces, they’ll need a while to come back from a traumatic experience.. counselling is also preferred. The problems of other people affect them more then anyone else, sometimes using drugs, alcohol and sleep as a way to escape the realities of this harsh world, if they channel this energy into a creative outlet they’ll create magic. Very naive, some in this placement got bullied or taken advantage of as children, and they usually had a bad relationship with one or two siblings because of their innocent kind nature, this progresses as they get older and learn to stick up for themselves. They seduce by sub-missing themselves, appearing innocent and cute , like a little school girl (every dom daddys dream lol) sex is slow, passionate, with gentle touches and lots of foreplay/teasing. They play the victim card a lot though, and emotionally manipulate to get what they want. They’re not as innocent or caring as they may seem. There’s an inability to take charge and confront others here, and will often end up in abusive partnerships most likely with a possessive or controlling partner. Meditation, walking in nature, deep breathing, positive people, cuddles, crystal healing, lucid dreaming, writing, drawing, creating music helps a Pisces Lilith out of their depressive episodes. In their darkest state, they can be psychotic and completely out of touch with reality.. leading to a downward spiral of self destruction. In their superior level, they can heal anyone with their calming energy.
Men of Reddit, what innocent behaviors have you changed out of fear you might be accused of wrong doing? • r/AskReddit
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Just a short selection of comments I found. It seems men can’t seem to get away from being called pedos and perverts.

Sticking to myself at shopping centers.

I’m a tall(6'3), bearded man who grew up in a small town of about 800. So I grew up holding the door for anyone, saying have a nice day or howdy everywhere I go, and help anyone with anything if they need it. It’s just how I was raised.

One day I was headed to my girlfriends house and decided to stop at Walmart to grab some snacks on the way down. I was 20 years old at the time, but for as big as I am and the beard you could confuse me for 25-30. Anyhow, I was standing in the chip isle and noticed a little girl no older than 5 wandering around looking frightened, so I walked over and said are you lost? And she just kept saying “ mommy ” so instantly trying to do the right thing I thought to take her to the cashier so she may call over the loud speaker and call for her mother. As I walked she held her hand up to hold mine and I thought nothing of it, being as I was only doing the logical thing. Next thing I know the mother runs up to me screaming and snatching her daughter up, calling me a kidnapper and threatening to call the police. I tried explaining the situation and where I was trying to take her, unfortunately she was an uneducated moron and at that point I got a little heated and decided to tell her to maybe not let her child run off next time. Moral of the story, I tried to do the right thing not even thinking about how it would look for a bearded man to be walking with your little girl, even though they shouldn’t of been left alone, but it’s definitely something I’ll never do again.

When shopping with my wife and she wants to try stuff on I just have her text me pictures of her outfits if she wants my opinion.

We were at Macy’s a few months ago and I was just patiently waiting outside the dressing room waiting for my wife and she would open the door and step out to get my opinion.

I was just looking at my phone and minding my own business when I notice people walking up to me. A middle aged woman had gotten a manager and she had brought a security official of some type and asked me to leave or they would be forced to call the police.

It was super embarrassing and now I feel super self-conscious when shopping with my wife.

I stopped going to the playground with my niece. She loves it when I’m there with her. Going on slides with her or pushing her swing. But according to the mother’s there and the old ladies its creepy for a man to go there, even with my niece.

At first I didn’t care, I just ignored them. But some even went as far to ask my niece who’s only 3 if I was her father and other inappropriate things. Even got the cops called on me twice and after explaining the situation and having to go as far as having to get my sister down there, they left. But I’m still a creep to the woman’s eyes. I don’t talk to the other kids, I say Hi back and answer them if they ask something.

But… I just don’t understand.

I’ve been getting driving lessons recently and after the first one the instructor dropped me off and when we were organising new lessons we just said we would meet at the same place. It’s outside a school.

We probably met there about 10 times at various parts of the day in a car with massive “Driver Learning School” stickers all over it.

A woman came up to me yesterday as told me how it was wierd that two men met there and how people were talking and how there were “weirdos” about who people thought were selling drugs and how we wouldn’t want anyone thinking we were “weirdos”.

I’m a large dude. I seem to get more scared of this at work.

I’ve been told I’m intimidating in meetings. I pay close attention to my tone and body language now.

I stare at the elevator doors with my headphones on, especially when a lady gets on.

When the kids charity uses our offices for events every few weeks, I go to a different floor to use a private bathroom so I’m not alone in a public bathroom with any kids.

I volunteer at cub scouts. No parent or scoutmaster (predominantly male) is allowed to take the children anywhere alone. Not even to let them play in the gym after the pack meeting.

A female colleague was leaving the company. I offered a handshake. She asked for a hug (which I gave). I told her that in a company with 60% women, you never assume a hug. She nodded and said ‘Fair point.’

I have a bad back. I asked for a place to lay down occasionally during the day for short periods of time. They told me to use the 'wellness room’. Which is built for and decorated for nursing moms. And it’s outside the women’s bathroom. I told them a 6'4" dude with a beard laying on the floor outside the women’s bathroom is not a good look. They agreed. I lay on the cold tile of the handicapped bathroom now.

All it takes is an accusation, even if wholly unfounded. The conversation will always be there. I make sure I don’t even put myself in that situation.

The ways in which I will love you

1. Truly
I won’t keep writing cheesy love poems or keep complimenting you. I will say what I think and be verbal about things you can work on, about what I don’t particularly like because there will be somethings I won’t.

2. I will love you.
There will be no reason.
Not any particular thing but you as a whole.
So you can change and grow, you can progress and you can evolve. As long as you’re you at the core, you have all my love.

3. I will be open to exploring your interests.
I may not care about sports but if that’s something you care about, I will ask you to teach me and I will sincerely learn and take interest.

4. Whatever path it may be, you won’t walk alone. On rainy days, I will share my umbrella and on windy days I will not make fun of your hair. On sunny ones I will share my ice cream and when your shoes are worn out, I will stop with you and help you fix them. Or wait until you find new ones that are just the right fit.

5. I will accept and try to love your crazy family as my own. I understand how complicated and unbelievable families can be but I do know the base is always love.

6. I will give you all my maps and some flashlights too so you can go on to explore parts of me I don’t display. There won’t be anything you will not know if you want to. I won’t let you read my diaries but I will let you read my soul.

7. I will step out of the goof closet I have been living in all my life and show you who I really am and make you laugh and smile and blush and yell.

8. I will say yes to adventure and to crazy sexual desires and have long lists of my very own I will like to explore with you.

9. I won’t cook or clean and I won’t be sorry about it. But I will keep your heart fed and the dark corners of your mind clean.

10. I won’t demand your phone/social media/bank passwords because all I really want is to look in your eyes and know what you’re thinking, to touch you and know what you’re feeling and to love a person I know as well and as little as myself.
As little as myself is only stating the disregard for the expectations and standards of the society and people and the masks we are given to wear on every birthday.

11. I will love the lazy Sundays at home as well as all the days we forget what day of the week it is or what time it really is because we are lost in time zones, on airplanes and in between magic.

12. When we argue I will never not stay silent or keep anything on the inside. I will get it all out so that there is never anything ugly left to grow on the inside.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic about Scott getting werewolf drunk with Derek and accidentally letting it slip that Stiles is on love with Derek. (In honor of your drinking) ;)

“Scott, I’m going to kill you!”

The door of his apartment banged open and for the first time in years, Scott jumped in shock. His coffee mug hit the kitchen tile and shattered, piping hot coffee splashed over his bare feet, and he suddenly remembered Stiles saying at some point that he was learning how to mask his presence from werewolves.

Apparently he mastered that particular skill.

And how to magically and silently open a deadbolt.

Normally Scott would pick up Stiles’ familiar heartbeat two floors down, and his jeep while it was still a ways down the road, but this time, there had been nothing. No heartbeat, no jeep, not even footsteps in the hallway—until suddenly there was everything. Elevated heart rate, clouds of anger wafting through the apartment, Stiles stomping closer, furious for some reason, and Scott could do nothing to prepare himself because for the first time in his life, he was hungover.

Really hungover.

He was dying, because just the night before, he discovered in the stupidest way possible that yes, werewolves could get drunk with the right tools and a little determination. And the right tool was some crazy strong alcohol Stiles brought back from Poland last year that could punch straight through even an alpha werewolf’s metabolism. And what did he do with that discovery?


Like a college freshman away from home for the first time, buckling under immense peer pressure.

He was hungover, he was dying, and he was an idiot.

An idiot who Stiles was apparently about to murder, judging by his murderous expression when he turned the corner and locked his wild, murderous gaze on Scott. His hair was tugged up in every direction, he’d probably slept in that loose and stretched shirt, and he had the manic energy of a man who’d been roaming the streets looking for vengeance.

It had been years since Scott last felt any kind of inkling of fear towards his best friend, but right then, standing in his underwear in a puddle of hot coffee, feeling nauseous and fuzzy and somehow bloated—he was horribly aware of the mountain ash that Stiles always had on him. It was the emissary’s favorite threat towards werewolves who pissed him off, and while he rarely ever followed through with it, that murderous face promised no empty threats. Just revenge.

Scott stepped out of the puddle of hot coffee. That was really all he could do to improve the situation.

“You told him,” Stiles accused, eyes narrowed with rage as he stalked closer. “You actually told him, I can’t believe you would tell him!”

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Bully me in a phone game? I'll destroy you from the inside.

I once played a game on Android, called Kingdoms at War. Similar concept to Clash of Clans.

Anyway one day I was just minding my own business and building my kingdom, and I got attacked. In this game when you got attacked, you essentially couldn’t do anything for a set amount of time if you lost. No biggie, I’d wait it out.

I came back a couple hours later, and I still couldn’t do anything. I’d been attacked like a dozen more times. Turned out this bullshit bully guild would go around doing this to people, flooding them with attacks so they couldn’t do anything. I basically couldn’t play the game for two days.

Alright, time to get even.

I made a new account, and after about a week of effort - insinuating myself in chats and being near members - I got myself invited to this guild. They didn’t know who I was, of course.

I played nice with them, doing whatever I could to help. I gained their trust and was promoted to an officer in the guild after a couple months.

So now comes the revenge. People would do this thing where they would temporarily transfer guild ownership so they could join another guild and help out with wars. They would only do this with people they trusted explicitly for obvious reasons.

About a month later, the owner asked me to hold the guild for the day while he helped a friend out. Of course, I said. No problem. My time had finally come.

The second I had the guild, I fired every officer and banned all members. I transferred all gold to a new guild I’d set up on my original account. Then I disbanded the guild and deleted my alt account.

They never knew what happened. Game, set, match you bully motherf*ckers.

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‘  you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.  ’
‘  i always forget that i literally don’t owe anyone anything!  ’
‘  i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on.  ’
‘  honestly… us girls? us women? we always out here, knowin.  ’
‘  would an alien think i’m pretty?  ’
‘  i love boys, but only as a concept.  ’
‘  why do parents get mad when you sleep in all day? like i’m staying out of trouble and i’m not spending your money like what’s the issue here????  ’
‘  i identify as an inconvenience to the world.  ’
‘  i seriously regret telling anyone, anything, ever lmao  ’
‘  dating me is like dating a five year-old. i need all of your attention and i’m cranky if i haven’t had a nap.  ’
‘  i’m literally tired of myself.  ’
‘  don’t introduce me to ur parents unless you plan on marrying me because they’re going to love me and ask about me for the rest of your life lol  ’
‘  what the hell is a straight person? only straight thing i know about is the edge of my beloved sword.  ’
‘  i highly recommend never having feelings.  ’
‘  self care is going into a cornfield at night to get abducted by aliens.  ’
‘  staying up late with another human is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and a what-is-this feeling  ’
‘  do u ever feel like ur not even friends with ur friends?  ’
‘  um no offense but whom’st’ve going to loveth me?  ’
‘  date a girl who fucks everything up.  ’
‘  not all who mcfreakin wander are mcfreakin lost.  ’
‘  i may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled. i have no idea what i’m doing.  ’
‘  a fun and interesting fact about me is that i’m a fucking idiot.  ’
‘  you can start again anytime!  ’
‘  all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past.  ’
‘  i can’t believe an angel like me has to suffer so much.  ’
‘  you’re all so obsessed with love and being loved. what about just going to sleep?  ’
‘  i’m smart, but i do dumb shit anyway.  ’
‘  tbh i never deal with my emotions. i just let them ravage my body and then go to bed and then i wake up and do it all over again.  ’
‘  first of all: i don’t know shit, so jot that down.  ’
‘  i’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life.  ’
‘  i’m tired of things costing money.  ’
‘  don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh?  ’
‘  who cares? do better, move on.  ’
‘  i don’t need a significant other. just a significant income.  ’
‘  appreciation for everyone who’s ever talked to me bc i’m annoying and dumb.  ’
‘  thnks fr th mntl llnss.  ’
‘  what  hasn’t killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive.  ’
‘  i don’t know shit ya’ll!!!!! i’m just out here.  ’
‘  binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant.  ’
‘  i’m in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell.  ’
‘  this might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes.  ’
‘  i’m alive, but only ironically.  ’
‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she, i mean me.  ’
‘  do you ever feel like have tried Too Hard to a friend and now you have become That Obnoxious Weirdo?  ’
‘  lgbt: lasagna! garfield’s beloved treat.  ’
‘  my favorite phrase in the english language is ‘i shit you not.’  ’
‘  i’m a real boring bitch! a snoozer!  ’
‘  i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me?  ’
‘  you don’t understand how hard it is to take a selfie when you’re ugly.  ’
‘  you son of a mumford!  ’
‘  hi, i’m here to ruin everything.  ’
‘  you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead.  ’
‘  the year is 2020 and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him.  ’
‘  everybody calm down, we’re going to be fine! :))) we’ve weathered worse than this! :) :) :) :) really all this panic just seems like a huge overreaction imho   ’
‘  no beta readers. we publish our crap writing like men.  ’
‘  i need $$$$$ not feelings.  ’
‘  ‘idk imma see’ = i ain’t coming, never was coming, never considered it, never gave it a single thought, only remembered cause you asked again.  ’
‘  oops, i don’t care lol  ’
‘  why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth.  ’
‘  maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,  ’
‘  i always get told i look like a bitch bc i’m always glaring while i walk, but i’m not glaring, i’m squinting. i have sensitive eyes. they’re watering.  ’
‘  concept: it’s 3 am. candle lit room. a record is spinning. you’re kissing me. we have no worries in the world. we’re warm and content.  ’
‘  i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half.  ’
‘  pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars.  ’
‘  life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho.  ’
‘  i have a question for u: like are u done… like is it over?  ’
‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive.  ’
‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. for me, it’s myself.  ’
‘  whenever i see police i always try not to act suspicious and fail internally even though i never did anything wrong.  ’
‘  new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter.  ’

Auction AU Part 2

Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 


    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-



   “Uh, hi.”

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exo as the types of people you see at the gym


• very serious about the gym

• has two drink bottles: protein shake in one and water in the other

• sweats very easily and a lot 

• everyone admires him, he’s a favourite at the gym

• makes burpees look easy

• coaches others sometimes



• wears the top brands of sportswear

• squats for days

• gives encouragement to everyone around him

• starts a conversation each time he’s on the treadmill with the person next to him

• tried lifting more than he was capable to, got stuck under the bar. Very embarrassed when two other people had to help him out.

• enjoys the steam room

• muscles are always very sore the next day (always overdoes it)


• forgot his earphones 

• forgot his towels

• helps spot for other people

• irritated when people don’t put the equipment back in its original place

• assists the new gym members in using the equipment

• cleans up the area he used to its original appearance before leaving

checks himself out in the change room mirror


• tank top, shorts + 1L water bottle

• focuses more on weights than anything else

• forgets leg day

• hogs the weights by exercising in front of the weight rack

• dropped a dumbbell on his foot

• grunts + yells when lifting weights or doing pull ups

• does bicep curls in front of a mirror. Counts out loud


• reluctant to come to the gym

• but he doesn’t want to waste his gym membership that he spent money on

• places a muffin in the water bottle holder on the running machines

• spends more time on his phone whilst he hogs a machine

• social butterfly

• uses equipment, doesn’t put it back properly

• once he breaks a sweat, he’s done. Flexes and takes a photo for instagram before he leaves. #sunsoutgunsout  #nopainnogain #newyearnewme


• arrives to the gym with his squad

• multiple workout playlists ready on his phone that’s on his armband

• sings as he workouts 

• makes pull ups look easy

• starts dancing on the treadmill sometimes

• fell once when he accidentally increased the speed of the treadmill too much

• takes a picture with his friends before leaving the gym #squadgoals


• does his own thing, very quiet and minds his own business

• shy about his body, wears long sleeved t shirts plus trackies

• overheats when working out. Takes many breaks to cool down

• prefers pilates + yoga

• interested in trying new equipment/machines. Too shy to ask how

• gets flustered when people compliment him and gives him encouragements

• thanks all the trainers before leaving


• “can my dogs come into the gym? it’s hot outside”

• shows up wearing jeans???

• attends many zumba classes

• became an assistant coach for his zumba classes

• lays down for a rest between each workout. falls asleep sometimes

• most of his exercise comes from walking/running with his dogs to the gym 

• “I exercised today, I will treat myself”. Eats 30 chicken nuggets at KFC


• didn’t come at his own will, he accompanies his friends as a gym buddy

• distracts his friends by mocking them and taking selfies with them for his snapchat/instagram story

• plays with the equipment/machines since he doesn’t know how to use them

• secretly judges everyone at the gym. checks out the girls though

• brought snacks to eat 

• on his phone for most of the time, occasionally gives encouragement to his buddies

• banned from two gyms in town already

56th Street - Peter Parker

request -  Hey, could you do a story where the reader (who doesn’t really know Peter but maybe they go to the same school?) finds one of Peter’s backpacks that he left behind and tries to find him to give it back to him? And maybe that happens more than one time and reader tries to solve this backpack mystery? Hope you can work with this messy idea, your blog’s name somehow gave me the idea.

a/n - this idea made me so happy!!!! (for obvious reasons LMAO) i tried to show his more dorky side in this fic and i’m sorry if it failed, but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

I was walking down 53rd street, headphones in and heading home straight from work. I decided to take the short way home through a small alleyway, but was stopped when I almost tripped over something.

What the hell-” I thought to myself, looking down to see a small backpack. It seemed as if it was left here since the sun was going down and everyone was starting to head home for the day. My eyes then caught onto the zipper was broken from the side down.

Parker.” I huffed in my mind, recognizing the faulty zipper. This had marked the third time that I’ve found his backpack within the last month. Peter and I had never spoken to one another outside of Chemistry, and I never understood why he would be rushing out of school so quickly. Every time I found his backpack it would also be in the same place too, which I found odd.

I zipped his backpack up and looked at the tag on one of its straps.

20 Ingram Street.” I typed into my phone, slinging the backpack around my shoulder and following the directions that radiated off of the screen, luckily not being longer than a 10 minute walk.

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Problems with the Witchblr Community

There are some serious fucking problems occurring on this website, like:

  1. Peoples’ grimoires are way too artistic. Like seriously you all need to tag that shit like “hey this may trigger you because this Van Gogh beautifully-crafted art style might blind you and gush your morality with its beauty and cause your perspective of your own grimoire/BOS to wilt like a flower on fire”. I don’t take the time to even update my BOS, never mind decorate it with these gorgeous illustrations.
  2. The quality of pictures are way too high. I don’t know where people are getting all these professional cameras. Like I take pictures with my phone or shitty Samsung and post them, and I know I wouldn’t even reblog that shit, the quality is way too low. This results in a standard of high quality Instagram-worthy pictures that is too high for me to keep up with, y’all need to lower your photography skills.
  3. Peoples’ altars are too perfectly positioned in the sunlight, like bathing in the holiness of the sun or moon and washing any of vestige of mortality away from that spot. This kinda weaves into the photography complaint but basically, y’all stop being so artsy.
  4. Digital sigils are too easily and perfectly displayed. I don’t know how people make those sigils, it’s like an elusive angelic society that just sprinkles down talent and useful spells like falling stars. Seriously y’all need to post a how-to on that shit because I don’t have a tablet and just take pictures of hand-drawn sigils, but even those who post their hand-drawn sigils draw them incredibly better than I draw my sigils. 
  5. The witches on this site are way too creative. They’re all thinking of tips and techniques I never thought of before, and it makes everyone else feel dumb because they didn’t think of them first.
  6. Pretty much every witch on this site seems to have a green thumb. They say taking care of plants doesn’t require a green thumb, but I beg to differ because pretty much every plant I own dies. Like I don’t know if it’s because I’m a death witch and am literally radiating death energy, but I can’t keep plants alive for my own life. Green witches gotta share their real secrets, HOW are you keeping your plants alive.
  7. Then there are some problems like elitism, transphobia, homophobia, racism, nazism, blatant disrespect for peoples’ religions and cultures, the hatred with which we argue, and the fear that I’m always being scrutinized and that no matter what I say extreme SJWs will cherry-pick the things I say and misconstrue my argument into something i never said in the first place so i might as well just not even say my opinion on anything which i’m doing right now so i’ll just shut up and continue the joke
  8. The spooky and ethereal Witch Aesthetic™ is too on point. All the hanging herbs and lit candles and smoke from incense are too entrancing and immediately calm my mood and cause me to daydream about the eloquence of the witchy aesthetic. It’s too romanticized. It causes me to enjoy my own craft too much, and I reblog too many of them. We need to cut those down by a bunch.

Just had to get that off my chest.


Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”


(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…


“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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Positive Coping Thoughts

For those who have been emotionally neglected or abused, your head may be filled to the brim with negative thoughts about yourself and the world around you. As I’ve emphasized in my past posts, these negative thoughts come from how you were treated or raised growing up. While you are working toward recovery, it is essential to add some positive coping thoughts to your regular practice. Here are some good positive coping thoughts to tell yourself during times when you become triggered… many of them specialized for those who are healing from emotional abuse/neglect:

I am important and worthy. (Even if my family tried to brainwash me otherwise).

I am ALWAYS deserving of love and respect.

I am a survivor.

The fact I am standing here today is proof of my unquestionable strength.

I will continue to move forward in life with my strength.

I will not tolerate disrespect, violence, or disregard in any of my relationships.

I do not need to maintain relationships with people who do not prioritize me or who actively hurt me.

It is completely okay to cut people out of my life. 

I NEED to learn how to cut people out of my life, as it is a part of my healthy recovery.

I will not overwork myself in my relationships, and give more than I am receiving.

I deserve to receive.

I will strive to live my life with balance.

It is okay to say no.

I don’t need to answer or respond to anyone’s negative thoughts or opinions.

Someone’s negativity is not mine to hold; it is theirs.

It is okay to make mistakes. I am only human. We all make mistakes.

I may feel bad about myself now, but that is only because I have never gotten the chance to discover who I really am.

I deserved so much more than what my parents/family gave me.

I will commit to rising above my parents’/family’s negativity, in order to actualize my true self.

From this point on, I refuse to let anyone hold me back, including my parents/family/abuser.

You can also make up your own positive coping thoughts, but write them down in your journal or put it in your phone–whatever helps you. And pull them out when you need a reminder. It’ll take time to shift your thinking, so expect that, but if you make your positive coping thoughts into a habit, I guarantee you that your mind will eventually start to shift! ♥

All I’ve got II pt. 3

Jungkook x reader

genre: fucking fluff, angst, hints of smutty actions, badboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 12.6k

Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

Jungkook: Jo, y/n. We need a helping hand on friday as well. Could you come backstage the night? We owe you one. [08:33pm]

Jungkook: Okay, I heard one of our stuff is cut short cause of a personal matter [09:10pm]

Jungkook: so…maybe even a few times? [09:10pm]

You were currently lazing around in the bathtub, ignoring Jungkook’s tries to reach you as you watched some videos on your phone while he pestered you with his messages. It was Tuesday night, work stressful the last two days so you decided to take a relaxing bath to distract your mind from all the stress around you. Recently you got no time to think about yourself, too many things occupying your brain, starting from Yoongi to Jungkook, Namjoon and work. Therefore you would casually ignore your best friend further, not answering his desperate texts. Of course it wasn’t right, he needed help obviously, but right now you concentrated yourself on you and the funny video you were watching.

Jungkook: Y/n? [09:23pm]

Sighing annoyed you shoved the message back up, the video stopping for the third time already. Not only that, you just clicked on the play sign again as you received a phone call. Jungkook. What a handful of a best friend.

“What? Don’t get on my nerves right now, I try to relax!”, you snapped the moment you held your phone pressed against your ear, hearing Jungkook’s frantic breathing. Did he ran a marathon?

“Sorry, but you’re our last hope, y/n. Do you agree? Please, y/n”, he whined, a move that didn’t suit him, but worked wonders, especially in combination with his breathy voice calling your name. “Come on, I owe you big time. Ask whatever you want from me, but help us out this weekend!”

You closed your eyes, his voice having too much impact on you ever since the day Yoongi had broken up with you wherefore you let out another long, exaggerated sigh. Jungkook would know that this was you answer, his cheering louder than you imagined.

“You’re our saviour, y/n. I knew I could count on my girl!”, he sounded different, thankful and happy about your silent agreement to his ask..but my girl? The words coming out of Jungkook’s mouth had a sweet aftertaste, heart beating a lot faster.

“Don’t forget your promise”, you were calmer now, his voice accompanied by his relief got you, your face painted with a soft smile. “I’ll be at yours around half past two on thursday. Be ready.”

A scoff was heard on the other end of the call, Jungkook’s groaning repressed. “Sure thing. Have to go, y/n. I hear you?”

“As always”, you responded, your smile heard through the phone as well as his, his deep chuckle reaching your ear before he ended his desperate call.

After your work you would help Jungkook and the others on the weekends as well..what a life. Faking sobs you tried to concentrate on your video again, but it was no use, your mind wandering off hence you let your phone drop down the carpet, sinking further into the hot water. Why did you agree? Your head spun even today because of your wild thoughts, contemplating what there was between you and Jungkook. Or between you and your own thoughts about him. It wasn’t necessarily called ‘love’, but lust. That was the reason you should’ve thought about agreeing so fast..

But there was Namjoon, too. He was the argument in your head that got you at least kind of excited, in a positive way though. The night of their last gig was a rash until now, feelings and thoughts running riot inside your head, but at the same time you were certain that you wanted to have sex with Namjoon, your distraction from your heart break and by now from your best friend, too, who was able to plant several naughty images in your head. Fortunately you two started to exchange texts, turning your attention fully on the funny, but sweet guy with the irresistible, illegal dimples and those grape colored hair. Mostly your messages contained some nastier, mischievous messages, from time to time even pictures from his side. It was thrilling, nice to get attention from one of the guys that seemed to be clever and polite, although you knew he was as much of a playboy as Jungkook or Taehyung.

The water splashed over your face as you let your thoughts free, body sliding down the tub until your face lay under the surface. Holding your breath you stayed in that position for a while, trying to let the relaxation seep through you again.

You had finished work early on thursday to get to your parents punctually around three after your mother had called you that sunday morning to invite you over with cake and milk, Jungkook coming along, too. Hence you rushed home, dressing yourself into a nice, casual outfit before you drove to your best friend’s apartment a few blocks away from your own. Luckily he lived only five minutes from your house (with the car obviously), the perfect distance separating you two best friends from each other. On late nights you could easily walk back home from him or the other way around. You couldn’t even count the times you two had spent walking the other home, laughing, bickering, enjoying your best friend’s presence. Mostly Jungkook would take you home after you drank, or would offer to share his bed which became a severe habit of yours, because whenever a party took place you decided to get back to Jungkook’s the night after. Who knows why..

Waiting for him you parked the car in front of the rather expensive building he had his apartment in. It showed how successful their band was up to that point where Jungkook could afford a flat in one of the best areas around. Glass, white colored walls and costly looking cars no exception around this neighbourhood, the opposite to your own small, shabby home only a few blocks from here. But if you got a new job, the money from your current one not worth to mention, you would be able to move closer to Jungkook in one of the better areas in the city.

Honking a melody you signalled Jungkook your arrival, shifting to your self-made beat you grinned at him as he stormed out of the entrance, annoyed by what you were doing.

“Fucking stop! You’re the most annoying person walking this planet!”, he snapped the moment his ass touched the solid, dark material of the passenger’s seat. But all you did was ignoring him, dancing continued without the loud noise of you pressing the honk.

“Chill out, big boy”, you chirped, turning the radio on, the songs playing suiting your mood that day. Playful, cheerful, happy.

“It’s my new nickname or what?”, Jungkook scoffed, his mood not as playful as yours, but you would work on that as you had a twenty minute drive ahead of you.

You nudged his arm, winking at the raven haired boy who was dressed in black again, from the beanie on his head, strands of hair peaking through, to the black timberlands on his feet. Despite the casual outfit did he look ethereal, sexy in all black, the leather jacket his constant accompany.

“You told me that you’re not my cute baby boy anymore, so yeah. It has a strange tone, but you’re my big boy”, you giggled, eyes averting his as you concentrated on the street ahead. “How was your week up until now?”

Changing the subject Jungkook’s dark orbs wandered off outside the window beside him, the environment a blur of green and brown as you drove through the fields on your way to your parents. “Stressful. I had practice that morning and had to help Jimin’s little sister out”, he sighed remembering whatever Jimin’s sister had to cope with. This information sparked your interest, lips curled into a faint smile.

“What’s with her?”

Jungkook let his head fall back, the beanie sliding down his forehead, almost covering his eyes, too. “She’s an eighteen year old rebellious girl that stood deep in the shit with her boyfriend. It reminded me of you and your ex..”, he paused and you noticed him watching you out of half closed eyes. “Jimin couldn’t handle that little shit alone, so you could help me out a bit when we arrive”, your oculars darted from the street to the hand that was held right in front of your face and what you witnessed made you groan loudly.

“Again?”, you shook your head in disbelief at the sight of his swollen knuckles, popped skin revealing dried wounds of a fight. “Seriously, Jungkook you have to stop handling everything with your fists. It’s no use!”

Your best friend let his hand drop down on your thigh, caressing it to soften your hard attitude about him constantly getting into fights. Even if you didn’t want to be touched by him, your body reacted on its own, tensing, feeling a prickling hot sensation where his warm hand landed on your clothed leg. Without any warning you took his hand off, faking to observe the wound with racing heart although it was the only way you could take it away from its spot without seeming too obvious.

“He had her pressed against a wall, her arms bruised by the way he held her. Jimin couldn’t do a thing, he’s too weak and then there was me. Should I just look away, y/n?”, his voice was soft, hand enclosing around yours, squeezing it ere he let go.

Sighing you shook your head. Jungkook had a huge, caring heart for the ones in need, but forgot his own health and safety at those times. “Just be careful.”

“Always, you know it”, he leaned in, head falling heavily on your shoulder causing you to loose track of the street for a split second. Your heartbeat increased to a loud staccato, Jungkook’s warm cheeks laying flat on your dressed shoulder. “I missed you, y/n. Over two weeks already.”

In panic you glanced at the raven haired boy so close to you, seeing his eyes closed, bangs brushed over them while his hands remained at their place in his own lap. Stiffly you pulled the wheel to drive the curve of the road, half of your way already behind you. You honestly didn’t know what to do while Jungkook snuggled up to you, his bodyheat resonating to your own wherefore you opened the window a crack, the cold air filling the car. Whatever he thought as he laid his head on your shoulder, it drove you crazy, the promise you made with yourself slowly dissipating into nothingness.

“W-what do you mean with ‘two weeks’?”, you cleared your throat to dissolve the forming knot, stuttering the words out in haste to fill the intimate silence with sound.

Black dressed Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, brushing his forehead on your neck before he positioned himself back on his own seat, leaning his head on the rest. Chocolate eyes observed you, you felt it, but didn’t dare to respond to his staring. “I can’t sleep anymore. Can you see my eye bags? You’re missing in my bed. Seriously it’s like an addiction already. Thank you, y/n, now your habit is taking over me as well”, he grumbled the last words while you glanced at him to witness the darker shades under his eyes. He was right, he definitely looked sleep deprived, insomnia taking the lead. “Come over again. It’s already too damn long ago you stayed over!”

You felt cornered by his needy voice, low and desperate searching for a way to coax you into coming with him if the evening ended and the night began. “Remember that you were the one who wanted to stay awake the last time I stayed over? I slept all alone in your bed”, you complained showing him a half-hearted pout to find a way out of his offer.

“It’s set then”, he smirked at you, winking before he closed his eyes again. It seemed like your plan failed miserably at this point. “Give me my five minute power nap and I’ll be my old self if we arrive at your parents’.”

What was set? Your eyes got wide as you let his words sink in. He suggested to come with him more often? That was not like the Jungkook you knew. He was the one who always tried to kick you out of his house at night, afraid he might lose an opportunity to fuck around if you stayed. So what the hell happened to him? Shaking your head in doubt you affiliated it to the boy’s current insomnia. What else would cause him to change so drastically today?

The ride was longer than expected as you had to drive through different construction zones, taking ten more minutes than planned. You parked your car at the end of the street, a clean, light path lining the pavement to your parents’ house.

“Jungkook?”, you watched him falling into a light sleep after he told you about his power nap, shaking him awake by his shoulder. “We’re here. Now get up, you sleepy baby!”

A low chuckle, tired and amused reached your ears as your best friend stretched, his arms pulling you down for a brief moment, taking you by surprise. “Ah, I don’t want to..”

Wriggling yourself out of his hug you turned in the direction you would find your parents’ house in. You ignored his protest as he obediently followed you, his face contoured in tiredness, his large steps keeping up with the distance. His arm wrapped around your shoulder you stopped dead in your tracks.

“God dammit, Jungkook”, you burst, shoving his arm off of your shoulders. “What’s wrong with you? If you need affection or a new pussy look for it, but don’t touch me so bluntly all the time. Why’re you doing this?” Maybe it was too much to scoff at him for doing something he did constantly. It must’ve been a habit, normal treatment between you two to touch, cuddle, hold hands, but right now you felt too tense to do that, your mind a mess with a couple of dirty thoughts. His frequent touches turned your stomach, a tightness in your core couldn’t be avoided anymore. “Ah, sorry..I just..”

“It’s okay, y/n”, he smiled at you, a glint of pain tracing his chocolate orbs, a faint smile trying to hide the sadness.

“No, no!”, you called after him as he left you standing, walking further towards the house he knew as well as his own. “Jungkook!” You reached him, taking his hand in yours for the last five metres. “I overacted the situation.”

The tattooed, black dressed guy exhaled, squeezing your hand lightly, warmth spreading out on your skin. “I was a bit forceful today. No need to apologise.”

Nodding at each other you two smiled honestly, and you were confident that you saw the old, baby Jungkook seeping through for a short moment, your heartbeat increasing to see him devoting himself to you as your best friend.

“Ready?”, you asked, ringing the melodious bell signalling your mom that Jungkook and you were finally there. Before the door opened in one swift go you let go of Jungkook’s hand, his falling back to his side, a faint smile on his pink lips.

“Jungkook! Y/n!”, your mother smiled brightly at you, her arms spread wide to embrace you two at the same time, stroking heavily over your backs. “How tall you are! And so handsome! What an eye catcher, right y/n?”, you mother let you go, taking your childhood friend into her observing eyes, Jungkook kind of uncomfortable at your mother’s stares. “Ah, come in, come in.”

She didn’t let go of his hand as you followed her to the already decorated table, cake, coffee, milk, cookies neatly arranged for her two guests. Jungkook glanced at you, then down his hand and back up, his expression showing amusement and asking for help, but all you did was wiggling your eyebrows.

“She’s so fond of you. Ever was”, you whispered inside his ear, his face tinged in a rose hue. “Should I call you baby boy again?”, you teased him, giggling evilly.

“Sit down”, your mother beamed as you took a seat with your friend next to you, the smell that illuminated the air as familiar as ever. Wood, the smell of home-cooked food, your mother’s flowery perfume. It smelled like home. “Your dad is in the garden, but don’t wait for him. Coffee or milk, Jungkookie?”

Repressing a laugh you narrowed your gaze down your empty plate, the guy next to you freeing himself from his beanie and jacket freezing mid-air. You bit down your bottom lip as you saw his shocked expression, his lips agape at the name he had last heard years ago.

“I’ll take my good old milk, mom. Jungkookie coffee, I guess”, you giggled, lifting your empty cup to hand it to your mom.

Jungkook only nodded stiffly, the old nickname making him uncomfortable whilst he adjusted his black shirt, pulling it down at the collar revealing his significant collarbones. Your gaze was drawn to it, not unnoticed as your best friend cocked his brows up, tilting his head.

“So”, your mother smiled faintly, her light eyes darting between the two across from her. She brushed her short hair back, leaning in to support her chin with her folded hands. “Are you two finally official?”

She announced it as if it was obvious that two long life friends would come together one day, her head tilted as your mother wiggled her eyebrows, a movement you most certainly inherited from her. The reaction from Jungkook and you not the one she expected whereas Jungkook’s doe eyes shot wide, his hands held up in defence while you choked on your first sip of milk.

“After y/n told me about the break-up with the guy I didn’t approve of from the beginning”, she shot  you a I-told-you-listen-to-your-mama glance she perfected throughout your rebellious teenage years. “I called her daily, but you know what she told me?”

“Mom”, you groaned, gritting your teeth. “Stop-”

“Y/n chatted about you the whole time, Jungkookie. She told me how you helped her the first days and I guess she even stayed at your house, didn’t she? So, tell me, Jungkookie”, she ignored your shouts, waving her to stop ranting about you secretly telling your mother that you stayed by his side even now. “Are you two dating?”

Your head fell back, your eyes closed. Why had she to tell him that you talked to her about Jungkook and his care for you? It was embarrassing as he was your best friend, teases would follow the moment you two stepped out of your parents’ house, you just knew it.

“We are not”, you defended your friendship with all you’ve got, taking your best friend’s hand under the table, squeezing it to signal him to relax. This move wasn’t one you expected from best friends, right? “He’s such a womaniser, mom. You should see him on stage with his band!”

“We’re really not like that”, Jungkook sounded calm, a strange undertone lacing his voice. “Your daughter is way too complicated and annoying. She pesters me over twenty years by now”, he faintly smirked at you, showing his bunny teeth.

Your mother smiled, nodding as if she saw through your lie, seeing your affection towards the tattooed guy beside you, seeing the craving for his body, but said no more. You felt trapped under her eyes, fanning air in your face for the heat to disappear. And here you thought it could be a nice, lazy afternoon with funny conversation between the three of you, wallowing in old memories and listening to stories you had long forgotten.

“I’ll go and look for your dad”, your mother grinned as she stood up, giving Jungkook a view. “He told me he’d be ready if you got here. Never get you a man who’s disobedient”, she rushed out on the terrace, her loud complains droning in as she scolded your father for taking forever.

Jungkook next to you chuckled, leaning forward to support his head with his hand, elbow on the white tablecloth. His gaze turned upwards he grinned smugly at you. Thanks mom.

“You’re talking about me, huh? Am I that irresistible?”, Jungkook licked his lips, the vast neckline of his black shirt showing a lot more skin than necessary, sparks of artwork you briefly witnessed at the after show party inside the storage room..well, you’ve never seen his new tattoo up close, lining from his shoulder down his chest. Your eyes darted down his slightly tanned skin, examining the freshly healed art until you forced yourself to look back up to his face. “The way you look at me tells me enough”, he whispered breathy, his eyes constantly getting darker whilst gulping, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Jeon Jungkook, your a nuisance and you know it”, you averted your eyes hastily, the previously lewd images printed behind your lids lighting at the way he watched you so intensely. Scoffing you crossed your arms, not taking his teasing any further although your heart raced like hell by the way Jungkook leaned in, taking your hand in his free one, the wounds still present on his knuckles. “Don’t touch me, baby boy”, you hid your embarrassment, the blushing cheeks telling him that there was more, behind your nervous laugh and the try to hide something behind that ridiculous new nickname.

“Jungkookie, baby boy, what else, y/n?”, your best friend let your hands drop on your thigh. “Teasing me even though you’re the one who should be teased?”

Something was odd about the way he said those words. In your years by his side you had seen him talking with such a low, dangerous voice only with his prey, his orbs taking unfathomable emotions while he wriggled his fingers out of yours, entwining them before he smacked your thigh with a stinging, loud thud of his palm meeting your clothed skin. Your eyes shot wide at his sudden action, taking you aback. You didn’t know how to react wherefore you just sat there, staring down at your best friend who cockily smirked at you, his wet lips parting, forming a faked 'o’ with wide, playful eyes.

“Did I surprise you? Better stop teasing, y/n”, Jungkook massaged the spot he just hit softly, your body still paralysed. Right now you thought about nothing relevant, shoving, kicking and pushing the upcoming pictures aside while you concentrated on the raven haired boy who looked so suggestively at you, showing you a new side of him. “Are you uncomfortable like this?”, it was a whiff of his manly voice, whispering the words in anticipation.

Before you could stop yourself you shook your head a 'no’, saying him with that simple gesture that he could go on with whatever he had planned, you wouldn’t deny his touches any further. Jungkook locked his chocolate brown eyes with yours, swallowing again as he silently stroked over your thigh, lost in his thoughts whereas you felt a familiar tightening down your core. You should stop him, his tries to tease you, because you knew he wasn’t serious about what he implied with his warm fingers.

“You’re teasing..”, your voice was quiet, excited and high, eyes glued to the way his pink lips stretched over his pearly whites, the centred mole showing. He didn’t give you an answer, pulling up his dark brows behind his raven bangs, his brown oculars darting to your chatting parents outside. Then you felt his hand vanishing from the spot he dug his digits in, building up momentum to hit your sensitive skin a second time, harder. You flinched a bit, your lower lip pulled between your teeth, unable to resist him, occupied by the way his warmth spread across your thigh. You definitely knew that it was wrong to find pleasure in the way your fucking best friend teased you, your own promise throwing overboard because of his simple move. It should be stopped, but you didn’t dare to reject him, his eyes taking you into another dimension, away from your nagging thoughts, away from the demarcation line you overstepped with not making him stop.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, two of his fingers darting up and down your leg, your chest heaving in arousal, feeling your panties tightly clinging to your folds..just by his simple, rather domestic movement of his fingers, not even brushing your private parts, only your clothed thigh. But his eyes ate you alive, be it fake or not, he drove you insane with his looks, the revealing shirt showing you inexperienced skin, his messily brushed hair, his shiny jewellery..

“Don’t tease me again, you stand no chance”, his voice was a faint whisper, challenge lacing it accompanied by unreadable emotions.

Another shook of your head. “What if I want to be teased?”, it was a dangerous question, holding your breath waiting for his response.

The raven haired guy straightened himself into a sitting position, leaning in to you, his hand wrapping around your knee with solid grip, his lips pressed on your ear. “You’re too pure to play in my league, y/n. Love, romance, tenderness, that’s what you stand for.”

Goosebumps covered your arms, the hair on your neck standing straight as his hot breath hit your ear and the skin on your jaw, his sweet cologne intoxicating the air around you. His words were true, but you still shook your head, his lips brushing your ear. You could feel how your folds started to get wetter by the second, the sex deprivation from the last weeks taking its toll on you.

“I’m dangerous, hungry for more, I like the rough shit. Obedience and the will to just fuck”, you snorted, hands shaking whereas Jungkook tapped on your knee. “ Love is for the weak.”

“Don’t treat me like the little girl I once was, Jungkook”, you turned your head in his direction, his orbs, nose, lips only centimetres away.

“You’re still my little girl”, he whispered, clearing his throat ere he leaned back, smirking lopsided at you out of playful eyes. “Got you, y/n. Stop acting tough if you melt even under my touch. You’re too naïve”, he hummed, but you were sure he bluffed with those words, his cheeks too pink to be sincerely scolding you because of your suggestive reaction.

You watched him, his breathing most certainly stronger than usual, his hands clapping together the way he did when he felt awkward or lied. “Liar”, your voice was inaudible for the guy beside you, your own cheeks flushed at the way he toyed with you. A moment of silence followed as you two stared at each other, keeping up the conversation as one of your silent ones. Unspoken words that might be too much between best friends, and which would none of you take to least you thought so.

I’d do you way too dirty, girl, stay in your lane and stop teasing me with my past, he’d threaten you with his words whilst you would never say 'Try me, baby boy. I’m naughtier than you think. You just got no balls’. Jungkook wouldn’t answer 'I can show you right here. Wanna see them? Better idea, you would take them-’

“My princess and her knight!”, your father made his first appearance, storming inside the clean house with his dirty bluey interrupting one of the rare silent conversations you two shared after a few weeks. You had to force yourself to look away from Jungkook who still tried to get the words out, but the magic was broken the moment your father’s voice filled the tensed atmosphere in the living room.

Reluctantly you two separated your gazes, seeing your father holding out his arms to take you in a tight embrace. “A few weeks feel like years without my princess”, he’d squeeze you hard, your breath stuck before he turned his attention towards the tall, muscular guy next to you who silently waited for his turn. “Oh my god, is that really the small boy with the bunny teeth? Jungkook you’re a man, what happened with you?” The way your mother already examined Jungkook, he held him with separation until he softly smiled at your friend, pulling him into a fatherly hug as well. “You should’ve visited us more often. Susan and me missed you so much, Jungkook!”

A faint, soft, loving smile appeared on the black dressed boy, his eyes shyly narrowing. “I’m sorry, Moe, I really am, but the last years were such a haste to be honest”, Jungkook explained the last years to your father and by the time they sat together on the couch, exchanging stories while your father took him in as if he was his own son. It was always like that, long before Jungkook’s parents left him with a note and money, your father was there for him, partly playing the father role and partly being a friend. You loved both men who chatted excited, your father’s arm lazily around the rest while Jungkook looked like the boy he once was; shy, cute, heartily laughing. The scene got to your heart, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“It’s nice to see them like this, isn’t it?”, your mother woke you from your absence.

You slightly nodded. “After all what he went through, yes, it’s so nice”, you answered her, taking your cup to fill it with milk again. Feeling your mother’s eyes on you, you looked up, questioningly blinking at her.

“Are you sure there’s nothing between the two of you? I’ve seen you from across the window”, she pointed behind her, your heart sinking to the bottom as you got what she meant. Your living room was lined with a huge window from whom you could look into the garden, and the other way around. If you were alone you would slap your hand on your face, face palming your stupidity.

“There’s nothing, mom. Really, he’s still only my best friend”, you laughed nervously, a sign that you lied. “Stop talking about that, will you?”

With that your mother sneaked suspicious glances your way from time to time, seeing right through your lies while you stomped towards the couch, falling next to your dad to catch up with their conversation.

“I know, right? The gigs get larger every time, and I hope at the end of next year we’ll travel the world together”, Jungkook and your parents were stuck at the theme of his band and music. He even gave them tickets for a show in a few weeks, and you were sure that he had planned to invite them, because he casually pulled the two tickets out of his leather jacket.

You were happy with the way the afternoon turned out, fishing for your phone to realise you had a few missed calls as well as messages from Namjoon. Opening them one by one your eyes got wider.

Namjoon: Where are you guys? [04:58pm]

Namjoon: It’s meeting time, we need you here. RIGHT NOW [05:15pm]

Namjoon: Is everything alright? You’re damn late [05:44pm]

3 missed calls 'Namjoon’

Namjoon: We ended practice without our vocalist. Guys, you have to do the rehearsal alone tonight [07:23pm]

“J-Jungkook?”, your voice was tinged in a mixture of fear and regret, fear as you didn’t know how your best friend would react that it was around eight already, three hours late, regret in not looking at the clock once.

He nodded to you, the conversation on a halt as you scratched your neck, avoiding all eye contact. “We might be a bit late for your practice..”

Furrowing his brows he glanced towards the clock hanging on the wall behind him, his facial expression freezing. “Three hours is late, you’re right”, he sounded amused to your positive surprise. “Guess we should go as fast as we can.”

“They already went home. Namjoon texted me half an hour ago, but I missed all his calls”, you explained, standing up to grab your coat before you threw Jungkook’s leather jacket and beanie, which he caught with one hand, the other hidden for the time being – your parents shouldn’t notice that he currently got into a fight.

“If they’re gone then that’s it. Let’s get there and at least justify my mic and call the technician that he unlocks the hall for us”, Jungkook did it alike, pulling his jacket on his short shirt while adjusting his beanie on his head. His reaction was quite calm, easy going for his irascible behaviour. “It was so nice seeing you after what felt like an eternity”, Jungkook shortly hugged your parents ere he took your hand to rush back to your car.

“See you next week!”, you called out to your parents, waving them whereas your friend pulled you behind him.

Inside your car you started the engine, driving through the already darkening streets leading you to the concert hall Jungkook’s band would perform in tomorrow night. You two were silent for a moment, but as you remembered Namjoon’s desperate tries to reach you a few hours ago you fished for your phone in the bag between Jungkook’s spread legs.

“Slow down, girl, what are you doing?”, Jungkook held up his hands as your own brushed over his legs, rummaging through your back without success.

“Can you take my phone and write a message for me?”, you asked, holding the steering wheel with both hands again.

He took your phone in one go, opening it with his own fingerprint and scrolling through your phone to search for your messenger.

“Ready?”, you asked, eyes glued to the street. “Just assure Namjoon that everything’s okay with us and that we’re on the way right now. He had called me and I want to make sure he knows that we’re fine.”

Silence filled the car after you announced whom your message should reach, Jungkook locking your phone again, stuffing it back inside your bag. Confusion traced your features, looking back to the guy beside you. “What’re you doing?”

“We both were online, if he cares, he checks. That should be enough to reassure him”, your best friend glanced out of his window into the dark that rushed past you, but you wouldn’t take his answer.

“Are you jealous? I know that look on your face, Jungkook”, you chuckled, not believing he was seriously, really jealous.

“I’m not, but what does he want anyway? It’s none of his business if you come along or are too late”, he scoffed, his voice laced with anger. “Text him yourself if we’re there.”

Cocking your eyebrows you nudged his side, playfully trying to make your friend relax. “Come on, all fine all good, Jungkookie”, you used the nickname of your parents’ again, teasing your best friend without thinking about what he recently did to you for that. Not that you forgot, god no, but you didn’t want to remember that scene.

Jungkook’s head slowly turned your way, his angry mask crumbling as he saw you wiggling your eyebrows. “You should be careful, y/n. You never know when I attack”, his melodious low voice filled the small car, his lopsided smirk showing. “Ah, you got me”, he rubbed over his face, laughing at his own reaction.

“Just stay calm, yes? Everything’s chill between me and Namjoon”, you winked at him, telling nothing but the truth about the tall, handsome guy and you. Well, you left out the incident at the after show party and what exactly caused you to stop, but that would be your own, tiny secret.

“Yes”, you heard Jungkook talking to the technician over the phone, getting instructions where the concert hall’s office was. “I’ll be there in five minutes. Thank you for staying.” He ended the call, getting ready to pick up the key to unlock the large doors leading inside the building. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll be back in no time.”

He was gone faster than lighting and you finally had a couple of minutes to let yourself drown in your nagging, heavy thoughts which crept back in your head over the last hours. What were you supposed to do with him? He drove you insane with all he got, his touches fuelling it. You knew it was the dumbest decision to let him do what he wanted, but you couldn’t stop yourself, his breathy voice, his warmth mixing with yours, the light sting his smack left on your thigh..Sighing your head fell back against the rest of your seat. How often would you break that promise and overstep your drawn demarcation line? Now you stood one foot away from it, drawing a second one you weren’t allowed to pass, not one bit.

Jungkook was too much for you, your best friend, but were you really that obvious with your craving? First Yoongi, then your mother, two people who knew you too well noticed your odd behaviour towards your childhood friend. They might know that you had sexual feelings for the tattooed guy, but what they didn’t know was that that was all you wanted from him – despite his friendship. That was the only thought you clung to. No romantic feelings outside the bedroom, no kisses, caresses in public. You wanted his dick, to be blunt. Therefore it gave plan B, Namjoon. He had to work you hard if you wanted to abandon certain guys from your mind.

Holding your temples you heard a faint knock on your window, seeing that Jungkook was back, holding up the key to the hall. Closing your eyes to concentrate on pushing your thoughts back again, you exhaled, ready to follow your..well, best friend down the parking lot towards the metal doors. Dimmed light greeted you as Jungkook led you through a corridor straight out the stage. He switched on some headlights for you to see where you were walking and found yourself in the middle of the huge stage, thousand of empty seats lining the large hall in front of you. Dozens of rows, one seat next to the other, down the stage up to the furthest end right under the ceiling. It was breathtaking. Exciting to see it from up here, being the one to see empty rows of the seats which were taken by many, many people tomorrow night. You turned in a circle, witnessing the instruments positioned on their spots, cables you would trip over if not careful, several headlights that would illuminate the members and stage in bright light. You must’ve looked like an excited child with wide eyes and mouth parted in astonishment.

“Thrilling, isn’t it?”, Jungkook’s voice came from behind you where he leaned against the door to the backstage area, his tattooed arms freed from the leather jacket, crossed over his chest. You nodded slowly, taking in the view again.

“I would really like to see it filled to the last seat. My heart races only thinking about it”, you declared, opening your arms wide. “You’re a lucky guy to experience it, Jungkook!”

Without notice he had positioned himself by your side, arms still crossed in front of him. His gaze lay on the endless amounts of free seats, biting his lower lip while lost in his thoughts for a long time. Neither he nor you said a word until you had an idea.

“Can I ask you a favour?” The raven haired boy didn’t say a word, tilting his head and cocking one of his dark eyebrows up as you woke him from his absent mind. “Sing for me.”

A small grin appeared on his pink lips. “Without instruments?”

You bit your lips, nodding heavily. It must sound ethereal, otherworldly wonderful to listen to his angelic voice in an empty arena, echoing through the hall without disturbance of a guitar, keyboard or the drums. The thought alone let your hair stand straight, heartbeat increasing.

“Let me put on some background music at least”, he chuckled, taking out his phone to connect it with the huge box where the speakers were plugged in. It took him a second to choose the right song, a shy smile pulling his lips up as he found what he was looking for. Jungkook tested the sound a second before he plugged in his mic as well, starting a melody you had never heard before.

“What’s this song? I don’t know it”, you furrowed your brows in confusion at the unfamiliar melody made by a lonely piano. It was a heartbreaking melody, slow, soft.

“Just lean back and enjoy, y/n”, he cleared his throat, inhaling deeply, you heard it coming out of the speakers as well, goosebumps starting to form on your entire body in anticipation. You sat down at furthest end near the edges of the stage to get a good view of Jungkook, pulling your knees up to your chest.

The sparsely lighted stage, darkness surrounding you, made the atmosphere quite intimate, romantic, the aching melody filling the hall before you saw the tattooed singer close his eyes, a painful sound in form of a hum resonating out of the speakers. You held your breath, echoes throwing the sound back softly, lulling you into a trance. The song started slowly, Jungkook’s heart put into every word, the lyrics different from the ones he wrote usually. It was a love song, serenading a girl who had the purest of hearts, her being the only reason he kept moving forward, all his life choices led by her.. Your eyes watered at the hurt tone in his voice, the melody reaching a peak wherefore Jungkook let his head fall back, a stretched high note making you flinch, the first tear rolling down your cheek. He opened his eyes, falling straight on you with a light shook of his head, taking the mic from its stand, walking slowly in your direction. Jungkook kneeled down in front of you, wiping away the single tear, his voice the only sound you were able to hear while he went back to the middle of the stage, his body tense, eyes darting down to you again.

You weren’t sure if you saw it right, but his cheeks were flushed, his hands trembling adjusting the microphone back at its place, the heartbreaking melody gradually getting quieter as well as his voice. Breathy howling into the mic he ended the song, standing there the way he did in the beginning, breathing heavily, chest rising with his eyes closed.

You never heard anything comparable in your life. His voice filling an empty concert hall, breathing, humming, singing. It filled your body with bliss, awe, Jungkook’s vocals able to clear your mind from scary, bad, fearful thoughts, perfectly replacing negativity with joy, happiness, craving to hear even more. You were addicted to him and he the drug giving you the high you waited for the past weeks. This was all you needed in your life.

Brushing off the dried tear you stared at Jungkook. His tattoos were tinged in light, moving on their own in your eyes, his still closed as long as the last note of the song played inside the huge arena, waiting for his turn. The moment the song finally ended his view glanced your way, brown eyes getting even darker, his lips a straight line while he let go of the mic. No one said a word, feeling as if on cloud nine to experience it between the two of you. Silently, not moving you locked eyes, deeply losing yourself in his, Jungkook staring back with anxiety in that took you aback. Weren’t you on the same page above the clouds?

“I-is everything alright?”, you asked reluctantly, whispering the words not to destroy the silence you felt utterly comfortable in.

Jungkook nodded, taking a shaking breath before turning around without another word, taking his phone from the connecting box, putting in down on it. He then stayed like this a couple of seconds whereas you waited for him to collect whatever he lost with that song right now. Shoving his hands into his pockets he turned to you again, his face now contoured in anticipation, chewing on his bottom lip, another sign of his nervousness.

“What do you think?”

Perplexed you blinked, standing up from your position on the ground wiping away some dust. Then you crossed your hands behind your back, shifting on your spot to increase his tension ere you smiled brightly at him, showing him one of your sweetest expressions. “It was the most beautiful song you ever sang for me. Let alone in here..”, you paused, biting your lip the way he did, his eyes gazing you up and down, landing on your face as you stopped speaking. “It’s a heartbreaking song though, suiting your voice, baby boy.”

Smiling shyly he narrowed his view down his shoes, scratching the back of his head, beanie long gone. “You think so? What about the lyrics, do you like it?”

“Like?”, you scoffed, wandering around the stage with your hands still behind your back, facing the empty rows again, now standing in the middle of the stage, the edge so close to your toes. You searched for the right choice of words. It was easy to form them in your head, your mind contradicting around a single aspect you would never speak aloud. “Aching”, you looked back over your shoulder. “Heartbreakingly beautiful”, gulping as memories of your ex flooded your mind for a split second. “Longing for something so close to you..”, you heard footsteps coming closer, the heat of another person’s body right behind you, so close to you..a longing.. “It tells the story of a man craving love that is right there in front of him, his world spinning around his own sun. He’d give all he got to her”, you let the lyrics form behind your eyes as you closed them, reading between the lines where words were unspoken, replaced the emptiness with your own ideals of love, describing his song with your own way of thinking. “I’m in love with it.”

You heard a mumbling answer, not sure what the guy behind you said, but you turned around, facing him with watering eyes. Jungkook held his breath, you two standing close to each other.

“No need to shed a tear”, his voice was a whiff, catching the first tear that threatened to fall down with his fingertips, delicately brushing it off while taking a loose strand of hair to put it back at its place behind your ear. “I’m glad you love it..”

Nodding you bit down your lower lip, your eyes not able to look away from Jungkook’s face whilst he locked his chocolate ones with yours, the air around you changing drastically. This should be the sign for you to step away, roaming him and making a dumb joke about his gentle treatment, but you didn’t move, your body paralysed again. You witnessed things on his face you usually would dismiss as his typical appearance, but not that night. Eyes darting down his rather big nose over the tan of his skin to the small, deep scar under his left eye, the skin healed over the years. It happened back in kindergarten as he teased you, hitting him with one of your red plastic shovels.. It wasn’t big, but tiny and delicate, the way you used to see him..His eyes darker than brown, not even chocolate like you loved to describe them, shaped in perfection, almond and round at the same time, his black lashes laying softly on his cheeks whenever he closed them..Down his lips where your eyes lingered, taking in every natural indentation of a humans mouth, the way his upper lip was significantly smaller, sharply shaped in contrast to his full, prominent bottom lip, so pink above the tiny, centred mole you knew as well as your own hand. You felt the warmth of hands cushy on your waist, but even now you couldn’t move away, your eyes forced to stay on his lips.

Then you sensed one of his hands tracing a velvety path over your arm up to your face, cupping it with his big, veiny hand. You knew where all of this led to, the inaudible voice in your head screaming at you to stop right there, hardly fighting not to touch the newly drawn line, but you just pushed it over it, shutting it with that move.

“Y/n..”, Jungkook’s voice was nothing more than pleading, craving, a needy whiff of your name, the blackness of his eyes searching for the answer in yours, finding what he needed as he took a step towards you, the hand on your face separating a couple of centimetres, making place for his thumb to brush over your bottom rim, tenderly tracing the shape with racing heartbeat. Your eyes never left his until he looked for something in yours again, leaning down to you, his lids starting to cover his black pupils. You on the other side trembled with anticipation, your heart a loud, fast staccato while the scene in front of your eyes passed you in slow motion.

The moment you closed your eyes as well you felt eternity, your veins pulsating, hands sweaty as if it was your first kiss. Jungkook didn’t press his lips on yours, rather brushed them over you in a soft move, ready to be pushed back by you, but you didn’t, your hands shooting forward to cling onto the hem of his black shirt. There it was again, the butterfly like touch of his soft lips, this time remaining on yours longer, giving you ultimate goosebumps starting on your neck down your whole body. Jungkook’s mouth felt unbelievably soft, warm, kind of sweet on yours, tasting like coffee, peppermint from the gum he recently chewed on, his fragrance filling your nostrils completely, intoxicating you fully. It was you who first moved your lips on his, parting them to kiss him like you used to, your head slightly turned to the side, moving your lips slowly on his, finding a rhythm. He did it alike, caressing your cheek with his hand again before he pulled you closer into his tall, lean body, his arm wrapping around you, holding you before you would fall off of the stage.

Time stood still, your fingers wandering up to his chest, laying flat on it, feeling his body on your skin, his lips dancing on yours whilst you kissed as if you had all the time of the world. You’re the only people on this planet, your own world occupied by the others wet mouth. Jungkook never dared to ask for access of his tongue, just kissing you passionately, moving his lips, pecking them with closed eyes. You felt his teeth grazing your lower lip, nibbing delicately on your already swollen flesh, taking it between his own ere he licked a path from one corner to the other, tasting your lips to his hearts content and so did you. Your hands disappearing in his raven locks you pressed yourself against him, the hand on your waist now cupping the other side of your face.

Your breaths mixed, breathing the others air, heads shifting from time to time, tiny, feminine mewls muffled by his red, swollen lips. Jungkook then laid one hand in your neck, pulling your head further up even though you already stood on your tip toes, pressing his lips on yours heavily this time before he let go of you.

Both of you parted with closed eyes, your heavy breathing the only sound filling the hall, echoing from the large walls. Opening your eyes you finally realised what just happened, seeing Jungkook with flushed cheeks, his chest rising as if he ran a marathon, eyes half closed, hair a raven mess. His lips were a shade darker, swollen from the kissing, a wet mixture of your saliva glistering on them under the dimmed headlights of the stage.

You felt insecure to start the conversation, your body shaking from the sensation, heart beating like crazy while you looked at each other in silence.

“Let’s go home”, Jungkook broke the quietness with a whisper, his voice traced with lust and tension as he held out his hand. But you didn’t reach for it, fishing for your keys inside your pocket to hand him.

“Y-you drive home”, you stuttered, the incident clouding your mind severely as to why you weren’t able to drive back home on your own. He wouldn’t move as you stepped closer, signalling him to turn around and make way for you with a trembling hand. “G-go on.”

“Y/n”, Jungkook’s expression told you his feelings, obvious that it was his mistake, but you didn’t want to hear that shit, not after he shook your world with a simple kiss. “I know what you think, I’m-”

“Ah, yeah, I know. Mistake and so on”, you averted your eyes everywhere but on him, motioning wildly through the air while you tried to hide the truth behind your lie. “No need to apologise. Something like this happens. Felt great and so on, but l-let’s go home first.”

Jungkook grabbed your arm, spinning you back in his direction to face him properly. “You don’t understand, y/n. I’d never ap-”

“You confuse me”, you whispered, interrupting whatever he wanted to say. It would hurt you on a strange way if he continued apologising wherefore you bit down your already swollen lower lip, glancing up into his blushing face.

“That’s good enough for me”, he responded, letting you go out of his solid grip. “I have to prepare a bit more. You should wait in the car”, the tall guy turned around leaving you where you stood, throwing you the key from a safer distance. “Give me half an hour.”

Without another word you rushed out of the sticky hall, the air and foremost his sweet smell made your stomach turn. Teary eyed you ran back to your car, opening it in a rush, falling into the driver’s seat. You didn’t know how long you just sat there, contemplating what you had done. It was a vast mistake, the voice in your head constantly scolding you, throwing the imaginary stick away that drew the demarcation line two times, packing its seven things to leave you alone with your thoughts. Why were you so easy to persuade? Why? God, why didn’t you push him away playfully, turning the electrifying tension between you two into a cheerful one? Just what have you done? Was your friendship ruined by now? Or was it only a small mistake you and Jungkook would laugh about tomorrow? And why did you know that it wasn’t that easy, at least not for you, your sexual feelings now freed, panties tightly clinging on your wet folds.

You were confused, left alone with those feelings, because you couldn’t run to your best friend, telling him about your shaking heart and desire as it was him who did this to you. Groaning you cursed yourself even though you had enjoyed what happened the time it actually took place. The kiss was the best you had ever received, no rush, no haste, no forceful tongue action. Simply kissing each other, putting feelings into the movement of your lips.. the memory alone got you going, your cheeks a hue darker than normally.

“Fuck”, you hit your steering wheel hard, your palm stinging with pain. It felt good, shaking you awake, realising what you had hidden for so long. It was freed now, no chance to repress it anymore. You wanted Jungkook. More than anything. Feeling his skin hitting yours, his hands grabbing your ass the same way he had fucked the girl in the storage room. Now that you finally let the thought go, accepting it with wide arms you felt lighter. Well, you wouldn’t run to him, jumping straight on his dick, but if he started anything on his own you wouldn’t fight against your body. If he didn’t all fine, if he did even better. But one thing was for sure. You wouldn’t let it ruin your friendship, too precious what you two shared.

His heart beat like crazy, his eyes not seeing the things they did as he adjusted his microphone way too high. The only image in his head was you. Swollen lips, heated cheeks, glassy eyes and your tiny body in front of him..


You were his moody angel, his only ray of sunshine that lighted him throughout a hard time and now you were his unrequited love for an eternity. It all started back in middle school as he discovered how his cock worked, girls now interesting, but even though a dozen of girls fought to get his attention there was that one girl he admired from the first second – or the second, maybe the third. The girl who punched several boys to protect him from their prying eyes, mocking him for crying over his parents’ divorce. That one girl who he hated as a child, most annoying little bean in the world, but after you two turned sixteen his heart felt strange, aching whenever you were around, his stomach popping tiny bubbles whenever you called him by his name, your encouraging smiles after he had lost everything and wanted to dig a hole to disappear in..and even after he changed into an asshole who played with women on another level. You still protected him and cared for what he did and now? Just laying next to you was too much for Jungkook. He hated himself for his feelings towards you, afraid to ruin your precious friendship and everything you two shared over the past twenty years.

Running his hands through his hair he let out a frustrated cry to surpass the soft, happy smile that crept back on his lips. He had kissed you..damn he had fucking kissed you. His shaking hands did the last work before he couldn’t wait anymore, taking his leather jacket, almost running the way to your car. Although you weren’t meant to be his, he was the happiest man in the world right now, your taste on his lips still present wherefore his cheeks tinged in a bright pink the moment he saw you behind the steering wheel, your head leaned against the rest, eyes closed while a tiny crinkle was shown in between your brows. The typical sign that you were concentrated to find a solution for whatever you had a problem with.

Jungkook didn’t move as he watched you letting out a sigh, massaging your temples ere you shook your head with a knowing smile. It took him a lot of strength to take another step forward, his heartrate increasing while he contemplated how to face you now. The half an hour was to free his mind, what didn’t help obviously. Nervously he wanted to treat you better than ever, showing you that the kiss wasn’t a mistake and he didn’t want to apologise one bit for it. Furthermore did he enjoy it, wanted more and have you all for himself, but that was impossible, right? His offer from before, to stay over tonight was out of the question after you kissed, his mood slightly dropping at that thought. He knew that you wanted nothing more from him but be his best friend, your interest drawn by another guy, one he knew too well. Namjoon. Ruffling his hair he tried not to see the scene in the yard again, as if he hadn’t seen pressed against Namjoon..moaning..fuck.

Biting his inner cheek he opened the passenger seat’s door, gliding on the seat. You seemed to be surprised, your body flinching at the sound of the door being opened. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at you even though you looked at him with an unfathomable expression behind your pretty eyes.

“Let’s go home”, he said, his voice deeper than usual while his hands folded on his lap not to touch you while driving, even if the urge to do just that was too big to deal with after he was finally able to taste you like he wished for way too long.

The way home felt awkward, silence the main non-existent sound around you two, only the faint music of the radio filling the car while you didn’t dare to grant Jungkook one of your glances, your entire concentration laying on the road ahead. He understood you, the situation he had brought you two in strange, something you never had to cope with throughout your tight friendship. But even if it couldn’t be turned back did Jungkook want to lighten the mood with some simple chatting, showing you that he didn’t regret the kiss one bit. Furthermore wanted it to happen again, the faster the better although it wasn’t possible as long as you two didn’t clear the fronts again.

“You’re still in tomorrow? We need you, y/n”, he tried to sound cheerful, waking you up from your silent treatment. “I bet the concert will be amazing. Unlucky you have to stay behind stage and can’t party in front of the stage. I guess it was the best gig as you also were there”, he sighed as no reaction answered him, your eyes still glued outside the windshield. “Okay, listen, y/n. I don’t care what just happened, well I do, but come on. It was a kiss, something simple”, Jungkook nudged your side, the words leaving his lips hurting him, but if that was what you needed he’d repress his feelings like he did for the past six or seven years.

“Simple?”, he heard you mumbling, your eyes darkening ere you shot him a half hearted smile. “You see it as that?”

I fucking don’t. “I do.”

Nodding you pulled up your eyebrows while Jungkook reached out for the hand that lay casually on the coupling, his fingers stroking yours for a split second. “No need to worry, y/n. It’s fine between us, don’t you think? We know each other since we were children, a simple kiss can’t be a problem between us”, Jungkook’s lips twitched without actually smiling, the words feeling like daggers in his chest.

Another nod from your side ere you parked the car in front of his apartment. The drive home over too early for his liking.

“See you”, was all you said before he heard the loud noise of your car’s engine and screeching wheels. You were gone faster than he imagined, his heart clenching with fear at the upcoming event. Whatever he had done to you, be it the kiss or something he couldn’t read, he had to make it better again, for the sake of your friendship despite his own feelings squeezing the last fearful breaths out of his lungs, his brown eyes still seeing your car even though you were long gone.

The night was pure horror. Not a single minute of sleep, your eyes and head hurting, limbs aching and tired as you walked reluctantly through the huge metal doors that lead to the arena the boys would perform on in a few hours. After the incident yesterday you had ignored Jungkook’s texts, too afraid you might snap and run to him if you met this early, alone and in his or your home. Your actions were unpredictable even for you, the change of place tonight gladly accepting as other people were around you, a moment alone between Jungkook and you decreased to a minimum. Your plan was to stay away from his as much as possible without seeming too obvious with your desire to touch him and being touched. Therefore you would act put the role of being his usual best friend without hidden thoughts. But as you slandered though the corridor you witnessed a nervous looking Jungkook at the end, looking at his watch before his eyes met yours and he walked towards you with long steps.

“Y/n! I though you wouldn’t come”, his voice showed his relief, his pretty face freed from his hair that was styled back, his dark eyes softly locking with yours. “Are you okay? You didn’t answer me and yesterday you even-”

“All fine. No need to worry”, you faked a smile, patting his shoulder stiffly before gesturing to lead you to work. Tonight you had to play your role to perfection to get your friendship back to its previous level. “Tell me where I can help.”

Jungkook’s eyes got darker at your treatment, his hand enclosing on your arm for a brief moment ere he let go without letting you out of his view.

He showed you around, a few dozen people already working eagerly, greeting you ere he turned around a corner to open a door you recognized as the boys room. Namjoon and the other guys stood up to give you a hug, giving you instructions while your 'best friend’ left for a while. After they went to practise with the main band you were left alone with your thoughts. Sighing you arranged the clothes for the boys, taking out their shoes and make-up before you let yourself fall on the leather sofa in the furthest corner, sighing deeply. This will be a damn long night, sleep deprived, having a silent argument with your best friend, you knew it as the boys came back, sweaty laughing like crazy.

“One hour to go. A hundred fans are already waiting outside, man I’m excited!”, Namjoon’s voice was the first you heard, beaming with excitement while laying his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. The shorter man on the other side nodded without the huge amount of anticipation that radiated from his friend’s body. “You okay, Jungkook? You’re fucking quiet tonight.”

“I’m fine”, Jungkook wriggled himself out of Namjoon’s grip, turning around as his eyes met yours to storm out of the room. Everybody followed his tensed back with wide eyes.

“He isn’t fine”, you just said ere a loud bell rang, a signal that the boys should be ready in no time.

Despite the hecticness inside the room, the loud laughter and music you couldn’t take off your thoughts of Jungkook’s strange behaviour, his hurt expression haunting you throughout the hours of the concert in which you had to get water for the boys, tidy their room, run errands for the technicians and waited impatiently for the end of their gig to talk to Jungkook. They took their time, the crowd the loudest after their last song, constantly shouting for more before you saw Namjoon rushing backstage, his body drenched in sweat with a bright, wide smile painting his plump lips.

“Y/n!”, he hugged you wherefore you pushed him playful away, laughing as his sticky body met yours. “Ah, sorry, but it was fucking lit. The best concert of them all up until now!”

“That’s what I want to hear”, you responded with a faint smile, desperately looking for someone else to get off of the stage. And as Jungkook also walked back towards you, you wanted to congratulate him for the perfect show, but he didn’t stop, rushing past you with a stone cold face. Confused you followed him with your eyes, Namjoon scratching his neck while turning you around in his direction.

“Wanna grab a drink after I took a shower?”

Namjoon’s invitation to grab a drink turned out in him taking many shots while you couldn’t drink that night as you had to drive home later. He told you stories again, funny ones like the last time whereas you watched Jungkook drowning one long drink after the other, getting drunk faster as you thought was healthy. But after he was gone out of your view Namjoon tried to get your attention by pulling you into him, kissing you passionately out of the sudden. You welcomed it because now you could drown in his taste, shaking off the negativity you had to face tonight in the form of your 'best friend’.


You turned around at the sudden coldness pressing on your bare shoulder, a hand ice cold gripping your arm in a harsh manner, turning you around while pulling you close. Hitting your nose on Jungkook’s chest you held your hands up in defence to shove yourself away from his body. The thick smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled your nostrils as you desperately tried to wriggle yourself out of his impenetrable touch.

Maybe the situation was kinda awkward to look at, but that wasn’t a reason for Jungkook to treat you like that, rushing over through the partying masses at the after show party, squeezing his lean body through people just to reach you, leaning over Namjoon, making out like some teenagers while he massaged your neck and shoulders, pulling your light blouse over them to get better access. After Jungkook told you to leave him for the night he hadn’t granted you a single glance, drinking like hell whereas woman after woman hit on him, in vain as his eyes were glued to you and his friend in the corner of the party without your notice. The tall guy had asked you to drink with him, make up for the last time you two met which ended in a heated make out session.

But the nice, relaxed atmosphere, your nagging thoughts finally replaced by another guy’s presence were interrupted by the one guy who strictly told you to leave him alone tonight. Jungkook didn’t let go despite your tries to loosen his grip, his teeth gritted strongly, chin shoved forward. Why the hell was he furious, beaming with anger?

“Jeon Jungkook, let me go”, another try to get away from his heat, your mind and stomach turning upside down at this closeness.

Namjoon also stood up from his seat, seemingly confused at his friend’s behaviour. Instead of getting annoyed or angry with his young friend the handsome, tall man started smiling, patting Jungkook’s shoulder. “Dude, let her go. Can’t you see that we’re kind of..busy?”

“Fuck off”, was all Jungkook said, smacking Namjoon’s large hand away with glaring eyes. “Come.” Without another word towards his friend he took your hand, squeezing it painfully close ere he walked out in the coldness of an autumn night.

Stumbling over his own feet Jungkook staggered as to why you supported him shortly ere you felt a cold hand on your neck, pulling your head high to lock eyes with the drunken mess in front of you who dared to disturb you and Namjoon, the only one treating you normally that night wherefore you had searched for shelter and distraction in his attention and kisses. Jungkook’s eyes glanced at you milky, the darkness of his chocolate brown evolving into blackness.

“Stop with your shitty behaviour, Jungkook. You seriously confuse the fuck out of me!”, you whispered, not wanting that the few couples around you understood what you two talked about.

“I hope I do, because you do that to me for a fucking long time now”, it was more of an unsteady growl, the words slurry from the alcohol in his tall body. You opened your mouth to question his drunken sentence as Jungkook leaned down to press his pink lips harshly on yours, suffocating you with his warm mouth. A second, a simple, fucking second and he was able to occupy your mind fully, turning your sober mind into a drunken one. Drunk from him, his presence, his lips, his fragrance..

You wanted him more than anything, but not like that hence you shoved him away with all your might, his legs wobbling till he found a steady pose not to fall. Heavy breathing your eyes shot wide, mouth agape ere you shook your head with furrowed brows.

“Don’t do that, Jungkook. You’re my best friend and I don’t w-want to change that..” Liar.

“You want to kiss Namjoon, but not me?”, his voice got louder, almost shouting at you, the other people’s heads darting in your direction. One step after the other he came closer, taking you by the arms to lean down again, stopping right over your mouth. The strong smell of different alcohols mixed with his cologne, his breath hitting your face. “Why?” All rage out of his voice he whispered that word desperately, aching, longing. The situation escalated too fast..

“S-stop it..”, your voice nothing more than a whiff you closed your eyes, ready to feel his lips on yours as he was suddenly shoved off of you. His body hit the ground at the abrupt movement of Namjoon’s hands pulling him away by his leather jacket’s sleeves, his tipsy legs not holding him any longer. Jungkook’s eyes got wide and so did yours as you saw Namjoon, his bony fingers pushing your body behind his, protecting him from the boy on the ground.

“Dude, accept your limits”, Namjoon sounded calm, but you sensed the tension in his bones as he crouched down next to his friend to help him up. “I didn’t want to push you that hard, sorry, dude. Come here”, he held out his hand, but instead of grabbing it Jungkook smacked it away like he did inside the partying room.

“Don’t give me that shit and get your hands off of her”, fire left his mouth as he shoved Namjoon away to stand up with wobbling legs. Then reached out for you, but you didn’t dare to choose between two friends as to why you shook your head, holding your hands up.

“Stop it guys, I’m going home.”

Sighing Jungkook grabbed your upper arm to spin you around, but you had enough. His brown eyes tried to sooth you with a puppy view, but your skin was made of stone, not letting his glance get through to you, lull you into coping with a drunken mess and his tipsy friend who was seemingly angry with his younger mate. “I said leave me the fuck alone! Both of you. If you’re sober we can talk and Namjoon, get away from him, he’s drunk and wants to mess with you.” Shaking off his cold hand you stormed back inside to get your things and leave before one of the boys dared to follow you. Raging you reached your car, started the engine to get away from the young man who let your heart rate increase with his stupid, drunken actions. The situation was a blur, too fast and way too intense to deal with late at night. Maybe tomorrow or in a few days you had to look for a decent conversation with both of them, but not now.

Angry with the turn of events you opened your front door, sinking to the ground with your face buried in your hands, already knowing the answer to your problem without having talked with one of them..

Best Birthday - Smut

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 3,330
AN: Okay I’m late I’m sorry! This fic was to celebrate my favorite little nugget’s 26th birthday. It would have been here sooner but they just wouldn’t stop having sex? Sorry, not sorry.

You woke up, your boyfriend’s firm body pressed against your back, and you sighed in delight. You were so glad he was home, finally, after being away for so long with his hectic schedule. His nose was pressed against your shoulder, his deep, even breaths tickling along your skin. You pulled his arm tighter around your waist, and settled back, your eyes sliding shut as you tried to go back to sleep.

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Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Phone Sex with Steve Rogers.

Word Count:1,485

Warnings: Smut, Language, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Mention of Threesome, Masturbation and probably more

A/N: This is pure filth for @marvelous-fvcks‘ writing challenge. 18+ only pretty please!

Originally posted by forchrisevans

Steve tapped his pen against his bottom lip, his brows furrowed in concentration. His notebook was open on the table in front of him. He always carried a notebook with him. It began when people started giving him suggestions on what he should read, eat, watch or listen. He decided to simplify things by making lists.  

With your consent, he created a list of things he wanted to try in bed with you. He had a special notebook for that and usually kept it in the drawer of his bedside table. You shared your kinks with him, hoping it would stimulate his imagination. You were not disappointed, Steven Grant Rogers was a kinky man.

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