pretty sure this is the last big one for awhile now

Fire Emblem Fates vs. Siblings Cutscenes Ranked from Least to Most Extra

vs. Xander (Birthright)

  • his cutscene isn’t even that extra it’s just sad
  • he’s putting on a tough face but it’s obvious he doesn’t truly want to fight you
  • most people don’t rly want to fight xander at this point either
  • doesn’t even verbally threaten you or anything (ignore sword)
  • so the purple wave shit and the ceiling crumbling a lil is p wack but in the context of a big boss fight? pretty tame

vs. Takumi (Conquest)

  • the shaky camera angles? wild
  • the omnious pitter-patter of Hoshidan soldiers? wild
  • making said Hoshidan soldiers back away so he can slowly inch towards you? wild
  • “yOU ABANDONED YOUR FAMILY AND HOSHIDO” sudden close up “NOW PAY FOR YOUR BETRAYAL”
  • however, we, the player, expected this
  • if anything this is one of the most controlled scenes we have w takumi in conquest bc he does not call us “nohrian scum” even once

vs. Leo (Birthright)

  • the amount of fucking edge in this video? the audacity of your goth wizard brother? breathtaking
  • it’s a cemetery which is, right off the bat, edgy as hell
  • weird purple vape shit surrounding the graves
  • you don’t even hear his footsteps or the horse this is the scene when you truly realize how much power leo has garnered from the goth gods
  • the pony????? has horns??????
  • orb
  • “the sentence…………………………………….IS DEATH”
  • but using the same reasoning as takumi’s fight cutscene
  • we expected this

vs. Hinoka (Conquest)

  • ok so i feel like most people would argue hinoka isn’t that extra
  • but also consider this: the fucking helicopter
  • so hinoka rides in w her pegasus and that’s fine that’s expected except there are a million sakura petals just fluttering in the wind for some reason
  • JUMPS off her pegasus mid air just floats for awhile and then uses her spear?????? as a helicopter????? i????????
  • gets back on the pegasus ????? ???? ???? somehow ??? ??
  • hinoka’s english va adds a very. surreal aspect to this scene for me and i’m not sure why

vs. Camilla (Birthright)

  • this is the last thing you see right before you die
  • her footsteps???? her boots??????? her booty??????? big anime tiddy?????????
  • when i first watched this scene i was torn between a mixture of thirst and dread
  • why
  • “ah! i see you missed your big sister ;)” “you’re sooooo cute”
  • if you watch this you’re automatically going to hell i’m sorry
  • for some reason this scene never fails to make my depression skyrocket

vs. Ryoma (Conquest)

  • somehow ryoma just sitting solemnly while waiting for you is 100x worse than xander sadly turning around
  • in the general the raijinto is wild as hell but i feel like this cutscene just takes you to the next plane of existence
  • “you………. have done well so far………………. BUT THAT WAS JUST PRACTICE”
  • ok so like is ryoma sad that he has to fight you??? probably
  • but he’s so fucking ready and i feel like nintendo is just. trying very hard to convince us, the players, that ryoma doesn’t want to hurt us but it’s also kind of hard to believe when he gets this into it
  • he’s got his arms out just begging you to try it and you think he’s done but nope
  • ryoma goes on and starts to pose while the room just sets on fire which i feel is the highlight of this scene
  • as a big boss cutscene it’s not the worst thing in the world but it’s. definitely up there
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Prompt: "If you want to get technical it costs exactly zero dollars to murder someone if you keep it simple.“

“So you’re going to steal it?” you asked the five criminals sitting in front of you. It wasn’t that you had a problem with it, you wouldn’t be hanging around criminals if you did, you just wanted to make sure you were clear on the plan.

“Why do you keep bringing your girlfriend to these things, Quill?” Rocket looked up at him, his arms crossed.

“What? You came barging in here yelling how you knew what your birthday present to yourself was going to be this year!” Peter threw his arms out angrily.

“Whatever.” Rocket waved him off. “Yeah, we’re going to steal it. But they stole it first. We’re bringing balance to the universe.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works but ok.”

“While we are there, we can steal some of their weapons and give them to the people so that they may defend themselves against any further attacks from these men,” Gamora suggested.

“That’s a good idea.” Peter leaned forward to inspect the blueprints Rocket had provided.

“So now you’re Robin Hood and the merry men?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Gamora is not a man,” Drax pointed out.

“And you’re not so merry, big guy.” Peter gave the specs one last look, before returning his attention to Rocket. “Do you have a plan?”

“It’s a pretty easy to get into. We can just knock most the guards out and I can hack the doors easy.”

“But?”

“But we may run into a problem here,” The raccoon hopped of his seat so that he could point to the area he was talking about. There was a small blurb of information connected to the area by a short line. “There is a security team here. Hard skulls. Ya know, if you let me buy-”

“I already told you, we don’t have that kind of money,” Peter said dismissively.

If you want to get technical it costs exactly zero dollars to murder someone if you keep it simple.“ You leaned back slightly, bringing your foot up to rest on the opposite leg. “I’ve been on this planet for awhile. I know the species. They may be hard to knock out, but pretty easy to kill, if you know what you’re doing. Don’t even need that fancy weapon Pete won’t letcha buy.”

Rocket looked up at you, clearly shocked. “I change my mind, Quill. You should bring her to more of these things.”

“I am Groot.”

“I don’t care. I like her plan.”

“We made a promise to the Nova man not to kill anymore people,” Drax spoke up.

“Guys, relax. I was joking. I’m not gonna help you kill anyone.”

“Were you serious about knowing the species though?” Peter looked at you.

You smiled at him. “Not only that, but I know this group specifically. They’re a highly skilled group of fighters that you can hire as security for the right price. They typically work in teams of five to ten.” Leaning forward and resting your arms on your legs, you looked at the blueprints. “If you can get me into their computer system, I could probably tell you the fighting style and strengths and weaknesses on the team working the day you plan on breaking in. Once you know that, you should be able to incapacitate them.” Pulling your attention away from the blueprints, you were suddenly very aware of the looks you were currently receiving.  “I, uh, worked at a bar by their…” You paused searching for what to call it. “Training facility. Get a man drunk enough and you can find out his whole life story.”

“I agree with Rocket,” Gamora looked from you to Peter. “You should bring her to more of these.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he smiled at you.

I’m Not A Kid: Part 3 (Final Part)

I’m Not a Kid: Part 3 (Final Part) (m)

Word count: 7.7k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You finally face Jungkook after he moved away, three years ago.

Parts: one | two (3/3)

It had been three years since you had laid eyes on Jeon Jungkook. Not that you had been keeping count. It was somewhere near almost three. You two were going hot and heavy in secret for two years. Jungkook went to college while working for his father part time. Luckily for you Mr. Jeon had his son working with you most of the time. The two of you actually worked very well together. Then the day came where Jungkook graduated and he came and worked for the company for about half a year but then his dad decided to open, and wanted Jungkook to manage another branch, in another country.

You were devastated to say the least when you had to hear about it from the whole office and not even your boyfriend, Jungkook. Of course you thought the rumors were just that, rumors. But then you had went into Jungkook’s office and he wasn’t there. All of his stuff had been taken out and you just stood there. You remember the feeling so vividly, it made you sick to your stomach. 


You ended up going home early and there he was, on your couch with tear stained cheeks. You have never seen him this vulnerable. The two of you normally were not very sentimental or too open with each other. But there he was, crying on your couch as you made your way over to him. He held you so tightly after he pulled you into his lap. The two of you holding each other so closely while you slow fucked on the couch. You remember how tightly he held onto your hair as he whispered in your ear, that he loved you. That was the first and only time you had heard it. Because after being in sad, sweaty and naked ecstasy- he was gone.

You woke up on the couch with a blanket draped over you and all of his stuff out of your apartment. The two of you didn’t live together but you did miss his toothbrush next to yours and all of his protein powder in your cabinets, among other things. You even missed all the anime on your DVR. You missed him but even more you hated him.

He had never said goodbye or told you he was even leaving in the first place. At least he barely did that one night. You didn’t even know how much time he had left to be with you until you woke up alone. You just wish that you had known or maybe if you were open about your relationship he would still be with you. But you hated yourself for wanting to go back into the past and be with him. 




The first year was the hardest. All you wanted to do was call him or have him call you. But then it finally set in that he had left and you wanted to beat the shit out of him. You wanted him to feel the pain that you felt. You wondered how someone who was so keen on getting you to go out with him in the first place could be such a major ass. If you had stuck with your instincts you would probably be fine, in a better relationship and happy… then again you could’ve ended up with someone like John. The guy that you had ended up leaving at the party when you finally let yourself be with Jungkook.

Maybe this was meant to happen or maybe you were just stupid. Finally around the second year you tried not to think about Jungkook as much. Although it was pretty hard when your boss was his father. After time though you didn’t actually think about him… not that much. Luckily since the man that you once loved, but never told him, father was your boss you knew whenever he would be coming into town.

If you ever figured out that Jungkook was coming back home you went on vacation, on a business trip or just called in sick. You remember in the beginning that Mr. Jeon always told you that Jungkook had asked about you or wondered if you were doing well. Jungkook was also apparently the reason that you got promoted and we’re basically Mr. Jeon’s right hand gal. You had gotten one email from Jungkook giving his congratulations but you deleted it. Maybe it was your petty side but you didn’t want to indulge yourself or parade yourself with questions on whether or not it meant something more.

You got an even bigger office and Claire was also happy to move up as your assistant. She got paid a couple dollars more so she was happy. Work was good, most days. You were making more money and you ended up moving to a bigger and nicer apartment. Mostly because your roommate was getting married. It was hard, you were so used to having someone around all the time and now you were lucky to have her pick up the phone if she wasn’t busy.

It was most times when you were at home, alone. Feeling sorry for yourself or just wanting to know if he was okay that you would end up on Facebook or Instagram or anywhere he posted anything slightly revealing. You would see pictures of him with new friend’s or younger women. It was so hard to look at but you couldn’t help yourself. You tried to put up photos and make statuses just to seem like things were normal in your life. You mostly did it because you wanted him to see that you were fine. Not that you thought he was actually interested in knowing. You were sure he was busy enough with his own life and you should’ve been focusing on yours.

Things did get better with time. You had even dated someone for a little while but it was hard. You really loved being around Sehun but he was so young himself. He got very jealous if you did things without him or just when you were around other men. He was very whiny when you had to stay at work late. He just looked great on your arm and that was what you were focused on. You hated that maybe you weren’t focusing on actually being happy. You had pretty much engulfed yourself in work since Jungkook left so you didn’t really know how to make time for others. You thought he was so beautiful and sweet but you knew it wasn’t going to work out between the two of you and after six months you just had to let him go.

Every once in awhile you would get something from Jungkook. You figured this was when he was feeling lonely or alone like you. After a while you just deleted them or sometimes you kept them just so you could see him. He would send you pictures of himself whether it be his face or his body. He had even sent you two videos over the course of three years. You had never retaliated, too scared that maybe he would never send anything again if he knew you felt the same. Or you were just scared because maybe he wanted to trick you into seeing if you still missed him enough.

One video was of him and his office still wearing his suit while he touched himself. You could hear him grunting as he worked his hand and you would close your eyes and remember what it was like to hear him in you. The other one was last year when you made your and Sehun’s relationship public, changing single to in a relationship. The video was of Jungkook fucking another woman. You remembered the first time you saw, you were angry and sad that he would do something like this. Then again it had been enough time the second time it came around you laughed. Seeing that only made you want to forget him even more.

You figured he was embarrassed with himself because that was the last and final thing he had ever sent you. In a way you were happy but a part of you like getting to see him and his sculpted body. You guess it was just a way that he kept up with you. Even when you were too scared to send anything back. He seemed to be doing well for himself and you respected that. His dad was very proud of him and you were proud of yourself. Even with the help of Jungkook, you were truly paving your way in the business and you were a force to be reckoned with.

By the third year, you really didn’t think about Jungkook much. You were dating here and there. You had ended up going on a couple of dates with one guy that you particularly liked. You spent a lot of time with Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin, being the best and most supportive friend ever. It was very easy to be yourself with him and his fiancé. You ate a meal every Sunday with them and you even went to your yoga classes with Taehyung every Tuesday and Thursday. You had really fallen into a schedule that you enjoyed.

Today was different though, you could feel it in your body that it was different. Your phone had turned off in the middle of the night and you were almost late for work, just starting the day off wrong. A part of you told yourself to just call in but you knew you had a meeting with a big client and you wanted to go ahead and get that over with.

You were in such a rush that as soon as you got into your building was the only time you had to turn your phone back on. When you turned it on you had received multiple texts and calls from Jimin but the slowness of your phone turning on wasn’t helpful and when you finally got to your door, Claire had mentioned someone was in your office waiting for you. You looked at your watch, thinking that your client was slightly early. Rather than having them wait you went straight into your office.

When you walked in and looked at the back of the head sitting in the chair facing wall, you knew exactly what was. You looked down at your phone seeing the text finally was working clearly, pressing on Jimin’s name and reading.

[From: Jimin 8:30 am] He’s here, don’t come.

[From: Jimin 8:45 am] Jungkook randomly showed up.

[From: Jimin 8:54 am] Y/N?

You looked up as Jungkook turned slightly, hearing the door open and close. He stood slowly and smiled as the two of you made eye contact. You were very shaken, not knowing how to feel or what to say so you just stared at him.

“Y/N,” he sing songed, making chills fly up your arms. Wow, you look even more beautiful than I remember.“ Jungkook smiled, standing still but having the strongest urge to go and touch you.

It was silent for a moment but you couldn’t  keep one question in, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“It’s lovely to see you too, darling.” He chuckled and this all just felt like a game to you. It seems like all he wanted to do was screw up what you had worked so hard to keep normal.

“Really, Jungkook. What are you doing here? Normally I know when you’re coming in.” You said you walked over to your desk and put your bag down.

“So that’s why you’re never here when I’m here.” He said with a sigh.

“Do you really think that I want to be here when you’re here and see you? I was hoping I would never see you again.” You huffed as you got your work out of your bag, standing there with your hands placed on your desk as you looked up at him.

“To be fair, I did call and I even stopped by your old building but I was told that you had moved.” Jungkook sat again and you stood there.

“You really came to my old apartment building? Why the hell would you do something like that? Like I would actually want to see you? Like I would want you to just show up?” You looked at him and he looked down at the ground. You were angry, you thought that you had pretty much coming over it but you were very wrong. You could not believe that he was sitting there right in front of you and all your old feelings just came back into play.

It felt unfair that he could just walk in and you were already taken by him. It was like the beginning all over again. You had to pretend to hate him just so your true feelings wouldn’t peek out. “Plus I changed my number. When I broke up with my boyfriend he wouldn’t stop calling and leaving me voice messages of him singing.”

Jungkook looked back up at you and you swallowed. “That’s right, I forgot about your boyfriend.”

“It was almost a year ago, sometimes I forget about him too.”

Jungkook forced a smile as he played with his hands. “I was happy you found someone.”

You stood there for a moment before you started laughing. Jungkook looked up at you, questioning why you were laughing. “Is that why you sent me that video of you and that woman?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and put a hand through his shiny black hair. “I was jealous, I’m an asshole.”

“Why were you jealous? You left me. You were the one who just walked out. What? You were jealous that you didn’t find your new love first? Because it took me a goddamn long time to trust anyone after that shit that you pulled.” you slammed your fist down onto your desk.


Jungkook bit his lip as he stared at your desk. “No, of course that was not it. It was selfish, I didn’t want you to be with anyone but me.”

You huffed out a laugh once more, “That is the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s true,” Jungkook said standing up and making you lean back as you stared at him for a moment.

“I’ve seen you with plenty of girls.”

“When?” He laughed, “In pictures?” He stared at you for a moment and you just nodded. “It was only a fucking picture that you saw. You have no idea. There were plenty of people who wanted to go home with me but I couldn’t. And maybe if I did go home with someone their name wasn’t the one I was shouting out.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? You did this to yourself when you left.” You said harshly.

“You think I don’t know that? I was a stupid 23-year-old kid. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. That’s what my mom did, she acted like everything was fine and then she left one day.”

“How did that make you feel when she left? If anything, you should have known that you were upset and sad and you thought about her all the time. That was selfish, you know all about being selfish. I’m supposed to say, poor you because you got to move up and go somewhere else and be surrounded by women who you fucked but got their name wrong? Screw you, Jungkook. You did this to yourself. We both need to get over this bullshit. Besides you’re just going to be going back soon anyway so what’s the point?” You sat down and Jungkook leaned over your desk to get closer to you.

“That’s not true. My dad is opening another branch 45 minutes away from this one. I let my successor take over the other branch and now I will be the head of this new one. I already moved back to the city yesterday.” You felt yourself getting sick to your stomach. “I will be here all week doing some training.”

Suddenly there was a knock at your door and you pushed Jungkook away as you sat. He chuckled to himself, reminiscing the times that you were pushing away while the two of you were in each other’s office and someone knocked or decided to come in.

It was Claire, “Ms. Y/L/N, your client is here to see you. Would you like me to bring him in?” Her eyes shifted between the two of you as she wanted to know what was going on.

“Yes, bring him in. Jungkook was just leaving.” You said and Jungkook nodded.

He started leaving before he turned around and looked at you, “I’m in my old office if you need me.” You just nodded as he left and your client came.


It was so hard for you to focus all week. All you could do was think about the fact that Jungkook was right down the hall. And for some reason all you wanted to do was get up and go see him. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say. You just wanted to look at him. You just wanted to touch him and make sure that he was real. It was crazy to you that maybe just maybe he wanted to be with you again.

During the first couple of days you tried your hardest to stay away from him. Although when you left your door open to get in some fresh air, you would see Jungkook walk by several times and pretend not to look in and see you. It really was like the old days where he would bother Claire to see your schedule and he would sit next to you in meetings.

He didn’t try stuff like he used to, although you could tell he really wanted to. There were some times where out of the corner of your eye, you watched his hand hover to touch you or his mouth would get really close to your ear to whisper something but he would soon back away. Most times he just watched you from afar as you watched him.

He would always be in the elevator with you when you went out to lunch. He’d somehow end up right next to you pressed up against you in his form fitting suit that showed off his figure. Sometimes he would even walk around the office without his jacket on and you could really tell that he had been working out more. You watched as he would make coffee and you could see the outlines of his muscles in his shirt. Pretty much every girl in the office would walk around just to see him in those tight shirts.

Jimin had made fun of him to his face but only was trying to hide the fact that he too thought Jungkook looked good. You tried to ignore that every girl wanted. Especially Claire who was engaged but though Jungkook was trying to win her back like she had even had him in the first place. It was times like these that your pettiness only made you want to fire her just for the stupid things she said.


It was hard, trying to ignore him. But of course since he was back his father and your boss wanted some of that magic that the two of you used to give. ‘You both work so amazing together and I need the best for this account.’ That’s what you remember hearing before you are pushed into your office with Jungkook. You remember seeing Jimin try not to laugh as the door was closed.

Jimin had walked you to your car every day because you had asked. Not wanting someone to persuade you to go home with him. “Do you really need me to walk you to your car? I mean you are a big girl, Y/N.”

“Well, yesterday he asked me if he could come see my new place. So yeah, I do need you to walk me to my car. Because next thing I know I will be on my kitchen counter with my legs above my head while he fucks me. I know myself, Jimin.”

“You think that maybe you need to get it out of your system? I mean he’s only going to be at a firm 45 minutes away. Plus he’s living downtown where you live. Do you think that maybe you just need to just have sex and get it over with and maybe the two of you can move on?”

“You know I am surprised. To think that my best friend wants me to go back into the hands of someone who hurt me so badly.”

“I think you did your fair share to him when you told every girl he was in a picture with for the first year that he had crabs.”

You rolled your eyes, “I was in a state of grief.” Jimin just laughed, “Plus I later apologized… anonymously.”

“This is what I mean. Your whole relationship was very sexually driven. Maybe the two of you just need to fucking talk about your feelings. That’s what Tae and I do.”   

“Could you just tell me more about your sex life and we don’t have to talk about anything else?”

Jimin chuckled as he rubbed your arm. “You’re going to have to talk about it with him. The two of you won’t be able to settle until it’s done.”

“How often do you top?”

“Jesus, goodnight!” Jimin walked away and you laughed. But now here you were in your office with Jungkook, in silence. You didn’t really know what to say but you knew you needed to say something. Jimin was right at least on your behalf. You needed to know why he did the things he did before you can truly get over everything.

“So I got these mock ups and they should be ready tomorrow afternoon. I think everyone is gone for the night,” Jungkook scratched his head. “You probably wants to get out of here. I’m sure you have better things to be doing.”

“This is my work. This is what I need to be doing.” You spoke, watching him as he flipped through the papers and laughed at  what you said.

“That’s just it. You were always so focused on work. I could barely ever get you to do fun things with me.”

“I did plenty of fun things when I could. Work means something to me.”

“I know it does and you’re fucking brilliant at it. I just wish you wouldn’t stress yourself so much. You should get out more, meet people. You remember the first time you gave in to me? When we ended up going to a club and you left that stupid date of yours. What was his name…”

“John.”

Jungkook looked up at you and smiled. “John, that’s right. I remember we ran into him that one night when we went out to eat. I remember him looking at you and talking to you. Sad looking guy.”

“Yeah, and then you took me to your apartment and tied me up. You were so jealous for no reason.”

“I know, it was fun though. One of the best nights of my life. Probably the best sex I ever had too. I just remember you telling me, ‘only you. I only want you.’”

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. Reminiscing on these memories just made everything feel so real.

“Then again, it’s really hard to choose what the best sex of my life was. I mean anytime I think about it you come to mind. You in general are just the best sex I’ve ever had. That first night in the club,” Jungkook chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I can’t believe you let me fuck you in the bathroom. Then I got to fuck you in your office.”

You felt yourself getting wet so you crossed your legs. Not wanting to show you remembered those nights distinctively as well.

“Then we stayed at work those long hours and I got to fuck you on the kitchen counter in the break room. I even fucked you in my dads office. But my favorite definitely have to be on the photocopier.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “I remember that. I got a really bad cramp in my back.”

You and Jungkook say there and laughed before he spoke again, “We haven’t broken in this newer office…”

You stared at him and for a moment you were baffled that he even said that to you. Then you realized the child that was in front of you. “You’re such a kid. You know sex is all you think about.”

“I’m not a kid and you know it.” Jungkook sat up.

“Why did you leave?” The four words had slipped out. The question you have been dying to know for three years. “Why did you just leave like that? Why didn’t you try with me?” And finally, “Why did you leave me?”

Jungkook saw the sadness and the pain in your eyes. “I knew you would be angry. I didn’t think that you would want to try. I thought you might try to keep me here and I knew you wouldn’t want to go with me.”

“But you didn’t even ask? You thought you knew me so well. Hell, I thought I knew you well. We didn’t know shit about each other. When we fought we just had sex. When we were sad we just had sex. We fixed everything with sex and that’s not a relationship. I thought I knew you but there were times I was in bed with you, I felt like I was in there with a stranger. Sometimes I woke up next to you and I would just feel dirty.”

Jungkook nodded in understanding, “I get that. There were lots of times I just wanted to open up and talk to you but I didn’t want you to think that I was a kid.”

“Jungkook, talking about your feelings does not make you a kid. It makes you human. Feelings are what makes people fall in love. Feelings are what makes people who they are and all I wanted to do was know you.”

“I’m sorry, everything I did was so shitty. All I wanted to do was apologize but you were right. I was just a kid. I didn’t know how to act or what to do. I took the one thing that was good and I fucked it up because that’s what I do. I- I hated myself for hurting you and not talking to you about anything. The first time I came back I came to your office and you weren’t there and my dad said that you had requested to go on a business trip and I thought that it was pretty clear. It was very clear that you didn’t want to see me.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“No, I don’t blame you.” Jungkook got up and went over to the side of your desk where he had always loved to sit when he would come inside your office to bother you. “I didn’t realize how I was acting and I was so in love with you. I’ve never been in love before and it scared the shit out of me. Like I said good things that happened to me, I fuck them up and I just knew it was going to be sooner or later before I fucked up our relationship. I guess in a way, I thought I was protecting you or saving you from me… but I just hurt us both. When I wanted to fix it you didn’t want to see me and I just took the message.” Jungkook looked at the floor before saying, “I’m sorry. A thousand times, I’m so sorry. I was such a dick and I really did act like a child, especially when I saw that you were happy with someone else. All I wanted to do was make you happy and I just hurt you.”

You swallowed and closed your eyes. Your body was overwhelmed. Even just hearing him say that he was sorry, well, your body wanted to console him. “Thank you, Jungkook.” You looked over at him and he looked at you. “Thank you for saying you’re sorry.”

“I really missed hearing my name come from your beautiful lips.” You looked at your desk and couldn’t help but bite your lip. “Your voice in general… it’s like I’m home.” He smiled and you closed your eyes. “I missed you,” he whispered, leaning closer. “Did you miss me?” You looked up at him and shook your head. He laughed, “No? Okay then, if you want me to I’ll go.”

You looked over his features for a moment and you knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t going to leave, no matter what. “You just want to fuck me?” You asked. “This is going to be completely like it was last time? We know how well that turned out.”

“I don’t think we acted like a couple because we weren’t out in the open like a couple.” He looked at you but you waited for him to finish. “Of course I want us to be different. I still work for my father but I’m not going to work here. I want to be open about this I want to tell people. I want you to be mine and I want to be able to show people that. It was always so hard for me to stay quiet when I saw other people looking at you. I wanted to fight for you and now I can. I love you and not a day goes by that the feeling has changed. We might not have known each other that well before but I want to spend my life getting to know the real you and even the real me. I want you to see me for who I am. I want you to know all of me. I want you to be able to love me.”

“You really want to do this? You could get some backlash-”

“I don’t give a shit about that. You’re what I’ve wanted and what I’ve needed for three years. If you even think about giving me half a shot I’m going to run with it.”

“Fine, it’s what I want as well.” You said and Jungkook excitedly bent down to kiss you but you stopped him. “If we’re going to start over and do this. We’re going to do it right. You’re going to ask me on a date and I’m not gonna put out. I want to learn about you, I want to get to know you. I want to hear stories of you being on the other side of the country. I don’t want to forget our past but I want to make new and better memories.”

Jungkook held out his hand to you and you took it. You both shook on it, “Can I take you out tomorrow?”

“I’ll have to see if my schedule’s not busy.” You laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“You do have to take breaks from work to be with me, okay? You always focused on the work rather than me.”

“It’s a two-way street. We both have to focus on work and we both have to make time for each other. I will try my best.”

“I appreciate that,” you both smiled at each other before suddenly Jungkook sat on your desk closer to you. “So… I really can’t kiss you right now?”

You laughed, pushing him off your desk as you gather your papers and put them in your bag. Walking out, “Goodnight, kid.”



By the third date you hadn’t put out. Of course you didn’t count the fact that Jungkook got so worked up that he ate you out under the table. Saying, 'Fuck dessert, you were always sweeter anyway.’ You ended up waiting until the sixth date. Which surprised you but made it so much more worth it. You really felt like you were getting to know each other and you were content.

You both were making it a point to see each other as well as work. It was delightful to come to each other’s apartment after work with take out or groceries and eat together. You loved to watch Jungkook cook. It was beautiful to be vulnerable with each other and then make love on every surface of the apartment. It was all exciting and for the first time you felt like you truly belonged with someone.

Eight beautiful months had gone by. After three months, just to make sure that you were both serious about each other, Jungkook told his father. His father was confused but delighted. Figuring that, that was the reason why the two of you work so well together. Of course it was just a matter of time before the office found out and Claire had awkwardly congratulated you.

Sometimes for lunch the two of you would meet in the middle of the two offices at a small diner off the interstate. It was those kinds of times that made your relationship special. You still thought that he was so young but it made you feel young as well, at least in some cases. It was nice and it just felt right, being with him. To think, you hated him at first and then you went for another long time hating him. It wasn’t all easy though now that you two were together. There were of course times where the two of you didn’t get along or worked too much and ignored each other but you worked it out. And when you worked it out, most of the time, it ended in amazing sex that came right after. You thought you were never bored of sex with him in the first place and now you knew you never would be.



You two we’re going out to a club, the club where the two of you hooked up for the first time. You went out just to have fun but in the middle of dancing your night was interrupted when Jungkook saw Sehun. He knew the guys face from a mile away since he had stalked your instagram and knew a lot about the two of you. He knew that it was a long time ago but he was very protective of you.

Sehun saw you and came over to you both, talking to you for a minute. Making a joke, you had a thing for younger guys and you laughed. Jungkook on the other hand was not so pleased. “Hey man,” Jungkook started walking towards him but you stopped him.

“Nice seeing you. Have a good night!” You waved while dragging Jungkook out and to the car.

“I don’t see why you dated him.” You went over to your side and got in. You liked riding in Jungkook’s BMW, it was a black convertible and just an exciting car. Always fun to ride in with the top down. The two of you got in and Jungkook started the car, driving off.

“He was cute and young.”

“A kid,” he said as he got into the street.

“You’d know about that.”

“Fuck you,” he laughed.

It was silent for a moment before you spoke. “I met him at a coffee shop. He accidentally knocked my drink out of my hand and paid for me to have another one. It was like a scene out of a movie.”

“Eh, well you didn’t end up with him.”

“Life isn’t a movie. You don’t just end up with one person. Life plays out, it doesn’t just end like a film.”

“I guess you’re right. I just like thinking you’ve ended up with me…” You smiled, thinking the conversation was over but it was far from that. “So, what was he like in bed?”

Your eyes were wide as you looked over at him. His eyes still focused on the road. You shook your head before you smiled, “Boney, but uh- it worked for me.”

“Did it?”

“Yeah, like I was surprised he could handle me on top of him. He’s so thin but he really fucked like a jackhammer.” you laughed, half joking.  

“Watch it,” Jungkook said and you chuckled.

“He was good, you’re good too.” You focused on the road with him.

Jungkook scoffed, “Just good?”

You smirked to yourself, “Well you’ve been awfully busy working lately. Maybe I’ve forgotten…” you said innocently and he quickly looked over at you before pulling off the road and parking the car slightly next to some trees on a side street. You looked around nervously, dropping the act. “What are we doing?”

“Just good? You know you can’t say shit like that to me. You know I’m not gonna be able to wait until we get home to show you that I’m much better than good.”

You giggled, “Come on kid, I want to go home. We can even go to your apartment. You know I was just messing with you.”

“In the backseat.”

“What?” You looked at him, annoyed at the fact his stupid male ego got hurt so quickly.

“Get in the backseat and I’ll show you fucking good,” Jungkook whispered as he moved toward you. “So, get in the back seat. Now.”

You looked him up and down. The tone of his voice made you feel like you were headed to toe 20° hotter. “Yes sir,” you decided to move back there.

“Mh, good girl.” Jungkook slapped your ass with a chuckle, making you jump as you fell back into the backseat.

“I don’t want to get caught by a police officer.”

“Really? Where is my fun girlfriend to doesn’t mind doing it in public places? Remember the time we fucked in Jimin and Taehyung’s bathroom while they were having that party.” Jungkook pulled you onto his waist. “Where’s she?”

“I’m right here,” you said, looking down at him as you started to circle your hips against his as a deep breath came out of him.

“I know you like doing it in public. Don’t try to hide. Plus we’ve never done it like this before. He grabbed your ass and a giggle escaped. "I love your ass. It’s the perfect size for me to just hold and squeeze.” He said as he squeezed it and you moaned as your crotches brushed up against each other over and over. “Let’s get you out of this dress.”

You nodded as he lifted the material over your head. “No bra? Mh, that’s pretty sexy.” He smirked and you took off his shirt.

“I want you out of those pants, come on.” You said and he chuckled. You got off of him and he told you to face you body against the backseat. You did as you were told, letting your heels slip off as Jungkook reached down to help you take off your thong. He made sure his warm strong hands brushed over your sensitive bundle of nerves along with your wet folds, making your body jump.

You slapped his hand and he smiled at you as he then rubbed your wetness as well as his rock hard dick, making your eyes roll back. You had been staring at the veins on his arms which were making your heat wet but this was really kicking it up a notch.

“Y/N, are you ready for me?”

“I think I can handle it,” you said sarcastically.

“If you say so,” Jungkook said as he, no warning, pushed himself inside of you. Making you gasp and yell, “Jungkook!”

“You said you could handle me. Although, sometimes you can barely handle me. Remember that time I fucked you so hard in the shower and it was so hot in there that you passed around and I had to carry you to the bed? Or that time we made love on my dad’s washing machine at that dinner with his friends while they were in the next room. You were trying to be so quiet but failed.”

“Yes,” you whimpered as he was slowly moving inside of you as you got comfortable. He was big but he felt so perfect inside you. Jungkook put one hand around your throat as he picked up the speed, really starting to fuck you doggy style. He brought your body closer to his as you arched yours. “Yes, oh god. That feels so good.” Your hand went to his thigh as you wanted to feel his strong body pounding into yours.

You could feel the car shaking as Jungkook’s grunts and groans were echoing across the vehicle. “You love when I choke you.” You shook your head and he grinned, “You’d let me do anything to you. My baby is such a little slut for me, huh?”

“Watch it,” you copied him from earlier and he chuckled.

“The fact that you’re letting me take you from behind in my car just proves what a dirty girl you are for me. I love it.” He held onto your hips as your body’s moved quickly together. The sound of your skin slapping together filled your ears as you moaned happily. He gave your ass a slap as he licked and bit your shoulder.

“Yes! Right there, right fucking there.”

“Here? Am I hitting that spot inside you, baby? The one that makes you sing so sweetly for me.”

“Yes, Jungkook, yes. Oh my god, fuck. Jesus Christ that’s it. Give it to me, Jungkook. Harder!” you clawed and he tanned skin of his leg.

“Shit, Y/N.”

“Mhh, fuck-” you gasped at how fast his hips were moving. Jungkook was thrusting inside of you so hard you were screaming out for him in the small space of the car. You were grabbing onto the seats and the windows and windshield were fogged up. You reached one hand behind you has it tangled into his beautiful black hair. “Jungkook, Jungkook yes!”

“Fuck, Y/N. Your pussy is always so damn tight. I should fuck you more, harder, huh? You love when you have a strong, young cock inside of you, don’t you? My dirty, Noona. You fucking love it.”

“I do, I do! Jungkook, you feel so good. Please, I’m so close.”

“I bet Sehun never fucked you like this. I bet he never made you feel as good as I did. He didn’t get to love and worship your body like I get to.” Jungkook’s hand gripped one of your breasts and pinched the nipple as the pleasure shot through your body, making you jump and giggle.

“Jungkook, no one has ever made me feel like you do. No one ever will.” Your eyes were closed so you could focus on not coming yet. “You always make me feel so fucking amazing. My body can’t take it. It can’t take all the pleasure.”

Jungkook gave you a couple of particularly hard thrusts. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You tightened around him, knowing how much he loved it and he shouted, pulling your hair and making your head fall back into his shoulder as his other hand was still on your neck, squeezing, sending you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re such a filthy girl for me, letting me take advantage of you like this in the back seat of my car, on the side of the road. You love the way I’m just taking you, right here. The fact that I can’t even wait until we get home. I just had to have you now. You’re my weakness, your just so fucking good. You’re all mine, all mine Y/N.”

“Jungkook, please.” You pleaded.

“What, baby? Let you come? Come all over my hard cock that’s fucking you just how you like? You want to come all over my cock and I’ll come inside this pretty little pussy of yours…”

“Please, come inside me. You know how much I love when you fill me up.” You begged with a moan as his dick twitched inside of you.

“Holy shit, baby. Come for me, come while anyone could see us.” He whispered the last part and you screamed his name as your eyes shut tight. Jungkook released his hand from your throat and he held onto you tightly, coming inside of you. His moans and grunts making your body shake as you both collapsed in bliss.

It took a moment for the two of you to finally get enough energy to set up in the backseat and grab your clothes. You both looked at each other and giggled as you could have fallen asleep right then and there. 


“Did that do it for you?” He asked as the two of you got dressed in the backseat.

“You always do it for me. You know that I love you. I’m in a constant state of euphoria with you.”

“Sometimes it amazes me that you do. I always loved to annoy you.”

“Yeah, you definitely were annoying but you were what I needed. I think I was what you needed. So I am happy that one night that I gave into you and went to the club. But I’m even happier that we kind of got a second chance.” You smiled as he buttoned his shirt.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Plus who am I supposed to keep it spicy in the bedroom with now that I’m really getting old.”

“Trust me, you’ll always have me to make you feel young.” Jungkook said and you laughed. He sang your name as he got in the front seat and started the car once again and you smiled to yourself. Never in your life you thought that the annoying kid that followed you around, singing your name. Or asked you out on a date at least once a day, was going to be the person you probably would spend the rest of your life with. And while life wasn’t a movie you were definitely ready to see where this one goes.

pjo au!!!

Ok so the au is pretty intricate so my plan is to do a post for each character’s backstory and then do another post for the plot! I’ll also probably do some miniposts on character relationships in this au that get glossed over- this post will be about Lance

  • Lance is a son of Aphrodite (and great grandson of a son of Poseidon), Pidge is a daughter of Athena, Keith is a son of Ares, Shiro is a son of Jupiter, Hunk is a son of Demeter, Allura is a daughter of Bellona, and Coran is a centaur (like Chiron)
  • Ok so the Garrison is a safe house where demigods can go (Roman and Greek) run by older demigods and others (Coran, Alfor, etc.). The Garrison offers academics for demigods, boarding, training, and pretty much everything in between
  • Alright so I want to delve a little bit into Lance (like i said this will be a bit lance centric before I get into actual plot)
  • Lance has been there the longest out of almost the entire group (Allura has officially been there the longest, her father was the grandson of Justice and she grew up only ever knowing the Garrison as home)
  • Lance arrived at the Garrison when he was nine. Lance is the oldest sibling of 7 and he was the only demigod out of them (the poseidon blood in all the kids wasn’t potent so no one had any powers or the like). But because Lance was a full on demigod he kept attracting monsters to his house, and he felt really guilty, so his mom took him to the Garrison where he stays full time (only writing some letters back and forth with his family)
  • To say he’s homesick is an understatement 
  • At the time of this story he’s 19 and yea he’s got insecurities…
  • When Lance first arrived to the Garrison he thought things would go great for him, he imagined glory and training to fight monsters… but that didn’t exactly go as planned
  • Lance was automatically labeled the stereotypical Aphrodite kid and this kind of branded his life there
  • Lance always tried desperately to break the idea that all Aphrodite kids’ were airheads and only cared about makeup
  • He studied so hard in his classes, and trained even harder. He brushed off his homesickness and just put in all the effort he could
  • Yet he was still one of the last picked for capture the flag and even then he was given little responsibility
  • Sure, he fit a lot of the stereotypes, he was a massive flirt, his pride was his skin care routine, and his saturdays were spent watching rom-coms with his other sibling
  • But he still was a good demigod- he was an excellent sharpshooter and if anyone let him prove himself instead of brushing him off they too would see his talents
  • Though the campers will admit that he has an exceptional ability with the pegasi- especially a grayish mare named Blue, who only has one wing and was too scared to let anyone near her before Lance showed up 
  • Then when Lance is thirteen in walks two new demigods- Takashi Shirogane and Keith Kogane
  • At the time Lance had few friends (other than his siblings) despite his seemingly outgoing personality. He mostly was too afraid that he’d have to leave them like he did his family, so the majority of his time was spent hanging with Coran, creating wild variations of common card games (Allura was also a constant for Lance, she was two years older than him and Coran’s niece, so they ended up forming a brotherly/sisterly bond with one another- which definitely entails Lance braiding Allura’s hair all the time and especially before she goes on a quest)
  • Shiro was 17 at the time and Keith 13, they had been foster brothers coincidentally and their foster mother may or may not have been a monster in disguise
  • Lance despises Keith from the start- he’s everything he’s not 
  • Keith is a son of Ares, he barely has to work to match right up to Lance’s fighting abilities that took years of practice and he’s instantly respected by fellow campers
  • So yea, Lance declares a rivalry on him and Keith is honestly just really confused because he’s barely even had a conversation with the guy ??
  • Shiro ends up being a bit of a star at camp, being one of the few children of the Big Three
  • He’s powerful and has especially skill in controlling lightning and storms, Lance immediately looks up to him
  • And then not even a week into Keith being at the Garrison he gets a quest
  • AND LANCE IS FLOORED 
  • because he’s been there for four years now ?? and where is his quest at ??
  • Coran makes sure to calm Lance down a bit and it works mostly, but it still leaves a lasting impression and Lance can’t help think that it means something (maybe he is just a stereotypical Aphrodite kid after all)
  • Alright so it’s almost a year later after all this, Lance is keeping his rivalry going with Keith, and he’s chilling with Allura, drinking some lemonade playing a card game when he meets a new demigod, Hunk Garrett (son of Demeter)
  • They’re basically instant best friends (and Coran is a proud dad bc look at his son finally making friends!!)
  • Hunk is one of the best things to happen to Lance, he reminds Lance of his mom which provides an even greater sense of home to the Garrison
  • Hunk is the first person that Lance takes to try and befriend wit Blue
  • It takes awhile but eventually Blue takes a liking to Hunk (especially after he shares his famed oat cookies with her)
  • Hunk is Lance Protection Squad (you know how Demeter went apeshit on those people that trespassed in her woods- yea thats Hunk when people try to disregard Lance, etc)
  • The friendship is just really good for both of them and they make an awesome power duo (especially in capture the flag- which no one suspects)
  • However, there’s this one time when Lance is going through a rough spot. Keith had gotten another quest (Lance still was holding out for his first) and when he came back he was praised by everyone. However, he got injured on it and has to sit out for capture the flag that night. The Ares Cabin reluctantly adds Lance to their team, but ensures that he knows it’s only because Keith is injured
  • And yea that reinforces a lot of insecurities that Lance was just starting to get over
  • Hunk tries to console his friend after the game by bringing him some comfort food, but Lance just snaps at him and tells him to throw it all out- he doesn’t want it, and Hunk does just that
  • Lance is shocked
  • Hunk is shocked (he would never waste his food)
  • And that’s how it was found out that Lancecould charmspeak
  • Lance immediately apologized, he felt awful for snapping at Hunk and even worse for forcing him into something. Lance and Hunk come to an agreement not to tell anyone about it, but it terrifies Lance. He hates that his voice can make someone go against their will (he makes sure to never give anyone orders)
  • Then just a couple months after Hunk arrives, so does a new demigod, Pidge Gunderson, child of Athena
  • For some reason Lance just has this overwhelming feeling that he has to be friends with this little shit
  • To say Pidge is unwelcoming to the idea was a major understatement
  • But eventually Hunk and Lance grew on Pidge
  • They became known as a trio, never separating from each other
  • They were each other’s best friends for nearly five years when a great prophecy was given 
  • It called for six demigods 
  • apparently, there had been an underground resistance group composed of gods and demigods that wanted to overthrow Olympus
  • they were known as the Gods Allegiance to the Lesser Revered Authorities, or GALRA for short
  • So Lance finally got his wish to go on this quest and three of his best friends were going with him and so was his hero! But then there were the downsides… like the imminent death of the whole thing
  • And the worst of all- spending an indefinite time with Keith Kogane
Ugh [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Originally posted by red-hoocl

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader [Female pronouns are used but not much]

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Pain [and Satans Waterfall] etc

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, but they’re all tied to them differently. Some people have tattoos, others have counters or red strings. You? You can feel the pain your soulmate feels. Any bruises or cuts they receive appear on your body. Other people have this kind of tie to their soulmates too, it was just rare and it seems like you’ve got a bad one. Your soulmate is constantly getting injured and it’s driving you insane!

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Pain. That was the most common thing your soulmate had you feeling- though, it was usually at ungodly hours of the night. You wondered what he could possibly be doing to have you waking up at three in the morning, fighting back a scream. Was he some sort of thug? Did he get into fights at three in the morning just because? Some nights were worse than others- and just a few weeks ago, it felt like you were being crushed by something. It terrified you because it felt like your soulmate was going to die- but then the crushing feeling stopped. You thought that’d be the end of it- but then it felt like you were falling and then crashing to the ground. You must’ve screamed all night that night.

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My Best Friend’s Sister (Part 1)

Originally posted by rayna-tw

Summary: When the reader moves up to Vancouver for her new writing job, she never realized who her neighbor would end up being…

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Pairing: Jensen x reader (with sibling!Jared)

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, sibling issues

A/N: Not sure where this really came from (I’d love a big brother like Jared irl) but I was feeling the flangst today…


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“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Originally posted by wonshu

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!


“Noooona.”

That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

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anonymous asked:

rfa + minor trio- middle of the night, can't find mc, find her doing whatever. (stargazing on the roof, baking, just random little things that could be cute?) ps thank u for giving vanderwood the love they deserve, i love my baby sm too

Vanderwood deserves all the love.


Zen:

  • While Zen was at rehearsals, you stayed home. He always didn’t come back until late, leaving you to eat dinner alone.
  • You sat on the couch eating your food, watching the news. Just to see that he was involved in yet another scandal with one of his coworkers on the new musical he was starring it. They shared romantic roles with each other.
  • A sigh involuntarily left you. He told you not to pay any attention to it, because literally none of that stuff was true. But…you couldn’t help it sometimes. Jealousy and doubt are natural things to feel when you see your significant other be associated with someone else.
  • When Zen got home, it was pretty late. You cuddled with him as he ate and listened to him speak about his day, you staying mostly quiet with the thoughts of doubt still in your head. He assumed you were tired then you both went off to bed.
  • It was a little past midnight when you crept out of your guy’s shared bed, careful not to disturb him, and went up to the roof. The place he took you when you first visited his home and where he confessed his love to you.
  • You sat cross legged and looked up at the starry night sky.
  • Zen was beautiful and so talented. He had thousands of people who admired him and could get anyone he wanted. He was one of those bright stars in the sky, and you? Well..you were just one of those people who were only worthy of watching him from down below. How could he have ever chosen someone like you?
  • Tears began to form in your eyes, until you felt a presence standing behind you, causing you to whip your body around as you were greeted with Zen’s face with a tired expression plastered over it. A balled up fist went to rub at one of his tired eyes.
  • “Jagiya? Is everything okay? It’s so late…what are you doing up here? Come back to bed.”
  • You turned yourself back around and stayed quiet, just as you did earlier. Moments later, he settled down next to you and he yawned, leaning his head against your shoulder.
  • “What’s wrong? Tell me. You’ve been silent all night, I miss your voice.”
  • You told him softly and subtly how neglected you felt, how worried you were that he would leave you for someone else or that the media would ruin your guy’s relationship. 
  • He immediately sat up and stared over at you. He used his fingers to gently turn your face towards him.
  • “Baby, you’re all I want. All I need. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re way more amazing than you think. You may not see it, but trust me I do and so many more people do. Why would I want anyone else when I already have the most breath taking person right in front of me? You’re my entire world, Jagiya. Now, shall we go back to bed?”

Yoosung: 

  • Of all the times you played LOL with Yoosung, you didn’t horribly lose only once. But. You still lost.
  • His other friend’s online would constantly laugh at how bad you were, and honestly Yoosung thought it was pretty humorous too. You’d all laugh, but Yoosung would always have your back and tell them to stop, even though it wasn’t that deep. He’s just very protective over you okay.
  • You told him that you were going to bed while he was up studying one night and he simply nodded his head, as you went into your bedroom, sneaking your laptop in with you.
  • Once you got snuggled up in bed, you immediately turned it on and signed into LOL. You were determined to get better so you could play harder missions with your boyfriend!
  • A few hours passed…along with many epic fails and deaths. You were sure you the only thing you’ve improved on is running away from the boss. At least you could dodge, slightly better. I mean. you noticed you were getting blown up significantly less.
  • Suddenly, Yoosung walked into the room, stretching his arms out and letting out a big yawn. When he saw you were still awake, expecting you to be asleep, he tilted his head at you in confusion. 
  • “What are you doing up?”
  • “Uh…..nothing….”
  • “But, you’re clearly doing something.”
  • “I’m not doing anything.”
  • “Then why is my laptop in front of you?”
  • “…i was sleeping and it just showed up, i don’t know how it got here.” 
  • “…..really?….”
  • “yes, really.”
  • Yoosung crawled in bed and you tried to hide the laptop in your chest.
  • “GIVE ME THE LAPTOP!”
  • “NO!”
  • “IT’S MINe GIVE ME IT I BOUGHT IT”
  • “sEVEN GAVE IT TO Y OU”
  • This boy was A LOT stronger than he put himself off to be. He ended up snatching it away from you, ignoring your loud whining and protests in the background.
  • He looked at the screen just to see your death count.
  • You died a whopping 47 times in the last two hours you’ve been playing. 
  • “Oh my god..” *cue loud snorting laughter*
  • “YOOSUNGGGG I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET BETTER FOR YOU!”
  • You huffed, did the cutest pout he had ever seen in his life, before plopping down in bed and pulling the covers over you.
  • He eventually quieted down and pushed the laptop to the side, pulling your body over to him.
  • “You’re so cute, MC. You don’t have to get any better, you’re already the best you can be!”
  • “Really?..You don’t care if I die a lot?”
  • “As long as you don’t die in real life, I’m good. Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone suck die so many times in LOL before. That’s an accomplishment! Along with being the most adorable person to ever exist. Wanna pull an all nighter?” 

Jaehee:

  • It was yet another long, and painful night of work for Jaehee. 
  • When she came home, she didn’t really say anything. She just gave you a kiss on your forehead, then pulled you to bed with her, where you two snuggled up with each other for the night. 
  • You felt so terrible for her, that she was working so hard like this for the both of you. So you decided you would make her lunch to take with her tomorrow! It would be much better than her getting takeout.
  • You lied there and pretended to be asleep for awhile, until you were sure that she was fast asleep herself. Jaehee was actually a pretty light sleeper, but she was so tired, you were sure that you didn’t wake her up when you crawled out of bed.
  • You immediately got to work in the kitchen, quietly and stealthily as you put together a bento box for her. You decided to bake her some cookies as well!
  • It occurred to you that you weren’t as quiet as you thought, as you heard a voice speak your name from behind you as you mixing some cookie batter together. 
  • “Why are you cooking?..So late? Should I have brought some food home when I left work?”
  • “Oh…no! Jaehee, I was just making you food to take with you tomorrow. I want to make sure you’re eating healthy and taking care of yourself since you always take care of me..”
  • Her tired, baggy eyes went wide and blinked a few times before she gave you the sweetest smile. 
  • “Thank you…No one has ever thought of me like that before. I appreciate it. But, I would much rather be in bed with you right now.” 
  • She walked up to you and pressed a kiss to your lips, causing you to smile. 
  • “How about you finish this up tomorrow? You can bring it to the office and we can both eat together during our break. How does that sound?”

Jumin:

  • It was a Sunday night. Jumin had a meeting the next morning so you both went to bed early.
  • The night went along peacefully, he held you close to his chest with an arm draped around your waist as you two slept. You awoke to the sound of meowing in the other room. It was no other than Elizabeth, but you never heard her meow this late before, nor was it this frantic.
  • You rose up and slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Jumin and tip toed into the living room.
  • Elizabeth was curled up on the couch, asleep, but she was whimpering and meowing aloud. It appeared she was having a nightmare and your heart sunk.
  • You settled down on the couch and gently shook her awake. Her blue irises opened up and stared at you, you could see the fear and sadness in them.
  • Elizabeth had such a good life, you wondered what she could’ve been dreaming about. 
  • You scooped the cat up into your arms and held her gently to her chest, much like how Jumin did when consoling you, and your head rested lightly on top of hers.
  • You rocked steadily side to side as you sang her a soft lullaby and stroked the fur on her back, she emitted soft purrs as you continued.
  • “MC?”
  • You didn’t notice Jumin’s deep voice in the background, as you were falling asleep as well with Elizabeth in your arms. 
  • He found the sight all too adorable and endearing, a smile spreading across his lips as he inched towards you.
  • He carried you bridal style in his arms, while you still held Elizabeth. The both of you had already fall back fast asleep.
  • “Let’s go back to bed, my princesses.”

Seven:

  • This boy barely ever slept.
  • But when he does, he really wants you to be snuggled up besides him.
  • He almost had what seemed like a death grip on you, as he snored softly and was dead asleep.
  • You really had to pee.
  • You shook, you shimmied, you wiggled and eventually you were free from his grip, quickly shoving a pillow into your arms to replace yourself, because you knew he would wake up. And you wanted him getting all the sleep he could get. 
  • You scurried over to the bathroom and relieved yourself. 
  • You were about to crawl back into bed, until you saw Robo Cat!
  • Seven mentioned that he had made a new addition to his abilities and you picked up the tiny robot and examined it.
  • There was a new button on his stomach, and you could see the dots on his ears, implying that they were actually speakers. How cute!
  • You pressed the button, and kpop began to play. 
  • You laughed and put down the Robo Cat, and it even began to dance around a little bit.
  • You found it so adorable and this song was bangin’! You couldn’t help yourself, so you danced around too and sang along. 
  • As you were enjoying yourself, you didn’t notice Seven standing in the doorway recording you.
  • “Those are some nice moves you got there, MC!”
  • “SEVEN NO PLEASE DELETE IT”
  • “Why would I delete the cutest video to ever exist? I have to share this with others and bless this cruel world!”
  • Then with a press of a button it was on his instagram, his snapchat story, his twitter, in the RFA chatroom.
  • youweregoingtokillhim
  • Before you could even begin to yell at him, he pressed a hard kiss to your lips and demanded Robo Cat to start playing music again. 
  • “Let’s boogie until the sun comes up my space queen!”
  • You guys literally danced until the sun came up, trashed the bunker, then passed out in the bathtub.
  • vandeRWOOD WAS PI S SED

Jihyun (V): 

  • V had the tendency to take pictures of you when you least expected it. 
  • It annoyed you and made you pout because you weren’t ready and thought you looked ugly, while V was literally having heart explosions over them. 
  • But he couldn’t deny, he got some really good memes of your face and used them in the RFA chat.
  • “When your cacti won’t grow.” *picture of you snarling at sushi at a terrible restaurant u guys had gone to*
  • “When you have no idea what’s going on.” *picture of you looking hella confused during a RFA meeting*
  • “The floor is your endless love and compassion for me.” *picture of you tripping onto the sidewalk*
  • don’tworryhehelpedyouuprightafter
  • “omg jihyun stop pleasge” 
  • “When you literally just can’t stop.” *picture of you crying over how cute a ladybug was*
  • Seven saves a l l of them and joins in.
  • He literally had a WHOLE album dedicated to memes of your face on his phone.
  • Little did he know, you were going to get him back.
  • Jihyun had gone to bed a bit early that night before you, you guys had a movie marathon but you decided to stay up a bit longer. 
  • When you were sure he was fast asleep, you got his camera from his desk and crept into your guy’s room.
  • Finally, you were going to get a picture of your own.
  • You crawled onto the bed and were ready to take a picture until you realized…
  • s h i t
  • V literally looks like an angel when he’s asleep. HOW COULD YOU MAKE A MEME OUT OF THIS?
  • You decided to take a picture anyway and…
  • s h i t x2
  • The flash went off.
  • You were about to quickly scramble off the bed and hide when a hand gently grabbed your wrist.
  • “What are you doing?” V’s sleepy, deep, baritone voice asked you.
  • nut
  • “I…was trying to get a funny picture of your face. Like you do to me. But failed, because you literally look so gorgeous when you sleep.”
  • His cheeks flushed a dark red and laughed.
  • “Well…allow me to help you.” He said, then literally made the silliest face that he could (still looking adorable as fUC  K).
  • Now, you had a V meme to use for yourself.
  • You both laughed for ten straight minutes at the picture before he kissed you goodnight and you both fell asleep.
  • The next day when you woke up in the morning, the first thing you sent in the chatroom was
  • “When people don’t ship you with someone who blinded you then started a religious cult. Also, when your route comes out soon.” *picture of V’s happy face*
  • nicebreakingthe4thwallmcthat’sseven’sjob

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Grind Till I Own It || Mafia!Jungkook x Reader [M] Pt. 2


Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the son of the famous mafia gang TBB (The Black Base) and is a filthy rich man that gets whatever his finger points at - that includes even you.

Rated [M] for eventual smut/angst

“We’re here, princess”

A soft voice traveled up to you ears, you couldn’t quite make up if you were laying on a pillow or a bed but this was extremely comfortable and you refused to wake up. That was, until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your body and the wind hit your face making you snap your eyes open.

You gasped.

In front of you was a huge mansion with windows as big as your own little apartment. It looked like a palace to you, and the garden was so mesmerizing you couldn’t take your eyes off of the roses that bloomed in different shades of red. The grass looked as green as ever even though it was in the middle of the night. This whole thing felt like a dream to you.

But then you remembered.

Jungkook.

You glanced up and there he was, holding you close to his chest. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest and somehow, just somehow that made you feel incredibly calm. Without saying anything, you tilted your head back and closed your eyes again.

“Ah! Sir, should I inform the supreme leader about-”.

“No. There’s no need for that, instead. How about escorting her to my room” Jungkook’s voice was nothing like before, it didn’t match his calm heart - in fact, he sounded stressed out. You wanted to ask why, but you also knew that maybe giving him some space was the best choice.

“Will do Sir!” Jimin saluted him, and that’s when you decided to open your eyes.

“Where are you going?”.

You mentally scolded yourself for asking Jungkook that when it looked like talking was something he’d rather avoid at the moment. He simply said work and left just like that. No goodbye and definitely no see you later.

You knitted your eyebrows together, a bit offended at how he was the one who brought you here and then left as if you weren’t even here. Whatever You huffed, arms crossed above your chest, anger taking over your features.

“Here” Jimin offered his small hand to you and you looked down at it, struggling to hold in your laughter at how tiny his hand was compared to yours.

“Are you expecting me to hold your hand?” You asked, head tilting to the side. He paused and you took this moment to study Jimin’s adorable face. “What if I break it?”.

Jimin looked taken aback, his already big eyes went even bigger and his mouth was in the shape of an ‘o’. You also noticed how his cheeks were dusted with a fair pink, almost as pink as his lips.

“My hand is not that small!” He groaned, placing his hand on his forehead as if he just got the biggest headache of his life. “God, you sound just like Taehyung” Jimin let out an irritated sigh accompanied by a pout.

“Taehyung?” Your eyes flashed with curiosity.

Jimin motioned you to follow him so you did and when you stepped inside the mansion you had to rub your eyes, because this didn’t feel real at all. Everything looked so beautiful you were afraid to walk on the stairs, your silly self thought that you’d make them dirty - or even ruin them.

“Mmh, Taehyung” Jimin started, walking up the stairs that were probably made out of gold - you could see your own reflection in them.

“Taehyung is the one that locates all the thieves. As soon as someone steps foot in here he’ll get a signal up to his office, then he simply informs the supreme leader and yeah” Jimin shrugged, fishing up a shiny yellow key from his suit pocket.

“Did he get a signal just now?” You asked, arms swaying gently side to side. Jimin didn’t say anything, he simply smiled and he was looking at you but not quite you, it was more like looking behind your shoulder.

You spun around and saw a man with chestnut colored hair jogging up to where you two were standing, he was so handsome it was almost as if he was artificial.

“Damn it Jimin! You should tell me when boss’s girls come here! I gave up my damn chocolate milk for this! Do you know how important that is to me?” Taehyung who looked awfully sad yet undeniably cute had a cup of - what you’d assume was chocolate milk - in his rather large hands.

Is everyone here a model or something?! You thought once you took in all of Taehyung, a God in his own ways.

Jimin looked serious, until his eyes traveled down to Taehyung’s black pants.

And it was then.

It was then that your ears officially gave up on hearing the oh, so beautiful sounds in the world after a loud - what you could only describe as a shriek - completely destroyed your sense of hearing.

Jimin was laughing his lungs out and both you and Taehyung looked confusingly at each other. You looked to where Jimin was looking before and oh my god.

Taehyung who looked as if he was a lost puppy had a stain on his pants which, of course, made it look like someone had scared the living shit out of the man and sure it was hilarious but.

Seriously?.

“what the..” Taehyung’s eyebrows were crushed together and he carefully looked down and immediately up again, connecting eyes with Jimin. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Do you think she saw it…?”.

“Who?” You asked, inviting yourself to the conversation - or should you say, love affair.

Taehyung looked embarrassed for a minute, but then he gazed to his right in a dreamy state and battered his surprisingly long eyelashes.

“Sujin noona..” He said, smiling an incredibly wide smile which almost looked impossible - cute but scary.

“Ah, get your love bullshit out of here Taehyung. Oh, right, Y/N” Jimin turned around and twisted the doorknob, revealing your room. He chuckled when he heard you audibly gasp behind him and you stepped inside, mouth wide open in astonishment.

“Am I dreaming? Am I? Holy shit!” You couldn’t be more amazed than you already were.

You’ve been living with Seulbi for quite awhile in a stuffy apartment and going from a mattress to a king sized bed is a huge fucking upgrade. This room had everything you needed and even a little more, the fact that you are going to stay the night here is an honour.

You turned around, your mouth open and Jimin who was leaning against the wall with a huge smirk on his face looked quite pleased at what he has shown you so far.

“Like it? Boss has pretty good taste in things. He might act like an asshole sometimes, but trust me - he has a heart of gold” Jimin said while walking towards you, grabbing your hand and placing the key on your palm. “Well then, goodnight”.

And just like that, Jimin with the following voice of Taehyung repeatedly saying ‘did she see that’ faded away and you were left alone in the room.

“Ah fuck, where’s Jungkook? And why did he leave me? This makes no sense” You sat down on the enormous bed, only to lay down and stare at the ceiling. “Work isn’t a good answer..” You turned over to the lamp and switched it off, your vision slowly taken away by sleep and you were drifting off.



You didn’t realize that sleep had taken over your body. Every emotion of last night had left your mind and you were to be filled with new ones today.

“Shit, my head” You groaned, holding your head as if it was gonna fall.

The poisonous side effect of getting ‘fucked up’ wasn’t as pleasing the next day. But who the hell gives a shit? You’re literally waking up in a king sized bed! You shouldn’t complain right?.

“So you have risen I see”.

A quite familiar voice said, you followed it and there he stood. God himself.

Jungkook had his arms crossed and was leaning just like how Jimin did. They’re quite similar in a way, although you cannot pinpoint how - they just gave off the same vibe.

“Yes I, uh, have” You giggled, the sound of your heartbeat getting louder as Jungkook began to walk towards you, looking as if he just had taken a shower in gold. Even in the morning when you were supposed to be in a shitty mood and - look like shit - Jungkook looked like the opposite of all that.

“And just like the sun” He gently yanked you out of bed, only to have you spin once before your noses brushed together “You are beautiful”.

As if your cheeks had an on and off button, they quickly bloomed into a few shades of pink and red. Jungkook’s compliments had yet again won over your heart and you were so incredibly scared that he might hear the hammering of your heartbeat.

“W-What are you talking about? I look like shit, it’s morning and I want nothing more than to just vanish” You glanced down while tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, the compliment made your lips curve into a bashful smile.

“Vanish? Why would you say something like that?” Jungkook made you look into his eyes by gently grabbing your chin, clearly dissatisfied with your saying.

He shook his head.

“Don’t ever say things like that, okay? Just like the refreshing air in the outside world, I need you” Jungkook pulled you into a tight embrace, twirling the both of you. “Stay with me”.

Jungkook was a strange being. He was confusing most of the time and it made no sense when he suddenly got furious out of nothing, could it be that he’s confused about his feelings?. You wanted to know more about Jungkook. You wanted to know what this ‘work’ really was, although you have a slight idea of what it could be.

He is in a mafia gang after all.

A knock on the door made the two of you break apart. You wanted to guess it was Jimin but this knock sounded harder, almost angry.

Jungkook swung the door open, eyebrows drawn together and a frown had taken over his once smiling lips. “Namjoon?”.

The man named Namjoon had a black suit on. His hair was dirty blonde, and it looked messy yet a touch of delicacy was clearly seen. He was very handsome and your heart rate sped up when his serious eyes met your confused ones.

Namjoon inhaled, and then exhaled. Something Jungkook hated because he knew that it meant either something bad happened or something really bad happened - and judging by how Namjoon’s expression indicated stress he knew that it was the second one.

“It seems like your father has a heart disease. We sent him to the local hospital and they informed us that he only has two months left, my condolences boss, it looks as if your father won’t make it”.

Jungkook was holding your hand, and it was as if someone had stuffed him in a refrigerator from all the shaking he was making. He was silent, the only sound that could be heard was the ragged breathing from Jungkook. You glanced over to scan his face, and you wished you hadn’t done that.

His eyebrows that were together before were curving upwards and his bottom lip quivered. Jungkook’s hands and soon his whole self was trembling with nothing but pure shock, sadness and fury.

“Why…Why did father hide this from me”.

Namjoon paused, not sure if he should say more. But he straightened his back and cleared his throat. “I believe it’s because he wanted to refrain from stressing you out - since you are wanted”.

Wanted? You thought, a tingling sensation mingled with anger melted in the pit of your stomach. You somehow felt betrayed, even though this was of no surprise to you.

“Jungkook” You called his name, the way you said his name made him shiver. “You’re wanted? Is this really true?”.

Jungkook didn’t know how to respond. It was as if his ability to speak had disappeared and he felt paralyzed as well, to make it even worse - you had to witness the ugly side of his family which he hoped would never happen.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Jungkook whispered before rushing out of the door, abandoning your hand that was once intertwined with his warm fingers alone in the air.

There you stood, with your dress that suffocated you and your female curves. You looked at Namjoon who was about to leave, but before he could turn on his heel you grabbed his arm.

“Namjoon? Could you take me to Jimin? Please”

And he nodded, mumbling a ‘follow me’ before walking out of the bedroom. The walk with Namjoon was quiet, you assumed he was the serious type so you behaved - not wanting to cause any trouble.

Finally the orange haired man came into sight and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief and comfort when he stretched out his arms for you, and of course, you immediately jumped into his embrace.

“Don’t cry..” Jimin cooed, stroking your hair gently. “Crying doesn’t help a thing. It’s a waste of time and I don’t think you want that, do you?”.

You didn’t how, or why you were crying like this. Maybe you reached your limit? Maybe it was too much for you to handle and you somehow had to let it out?. You didn’t know what you were gonna do when Jungkook would return - if he will that is.



After having tea and toast with Jimin, he decided to take you out for awhile and Taehyung came along later on when his break started. You learnt a lot about the two and they were honestly really sweet even though they worked for someone who wasn’t as sweet as them.

“And that’s the story of how my hand got glued together with the frying pan” Taehyung said, nodding his head in agreement, clearly agreeing with himself because neither you or Jimin could digest what he just said, or even relate to his story at all.

Jimin shook his head. “Anyways, Y/N. I apologize but it seems like we have to leave, I just got a signal from boss that he’s in danger” The serious tone Jimin was using made you shiver, usually he didn’t talk like this. “Will you be fine on your own?”.

You smirked, arms crossed above your chest and you straightened your back. “I’ll be more than fine, besides I have to learn my way home too so this is a good thing”.

Jimin and Taehyung nodded and stood up, each grabbing a metal black walkie talkie from their pockets. You couldn’t help but softly laugh at how serious they looked, it was amazing how specifically Taehyung could go from the guy who got his hand glued together with a frying pan to Mr. Serious.

The familiar ringtone of your phone rang, startling you from the high volume it was on. You fished it up and pressed the green button and raised the device up to your ear. “Y/N speaking”.

“Y/N”.

You froze.

The delicate voice of a man who had snatched your heart in only one night was calling your name in a way in which you couldn’t describe but monotonous. A mixture of miserableness and hopeless mingled in his voice, creating a sad aura around you and the people surrounding you.

“Jungkook…? Are you okay? What happened?”.

You couldn’t help but panic. Your heart was sinking down with each breath the other person took and it pained you so. He sounded lifeless, dull - completely gone and the way he paused made you even more worried. “Jungkook?”.

“Y/N, my father died. I need you. I need you right now”.

“Jungkook I-” Before your next words could even roll off your tongue he hung up on you without saying anything. You stood there, staring at your phone with wide eyes not knowing what the hell you should do next. It took awhile for you to figure out what Jungkook meant by ‘I need you’ but then it hit you.

Jungkook wants to have sex with you.

“B-But..His father just-” You stressfully exhaled, walking forwards with quick steps as if someone was following you from behind. Your cheeks flushed with the thought of Jungkook’s hands roaming your body and yes - you wanted him too but something didn’t sound right.

You didn’t want to have sex with him right now. This was just to conceal his feelings and pitiful sex is not on your to-do list. You loved Jungkook very much but this was just not the right thing to do, besides, once he gets over his father’s death he’ll simply forget about you and your existence.

Everything about you will become history.

The Boy Next Door

Summary: It’s Bitty’s sophomore year and he finally gets a boyfriend. Rodrigo is the quintessential boy next door: smart, kind, sweet, popular, a talented goalie. Everyone in the Haus adores him, everyone except Jack. Jack can’t stand him, and he’s not even sure why.  Also on AO3


Chapter 1: The Meet Cute

Rodrigo Zuniga was the quintessential boy next door. The popular goalie of the Samwell men’s soccer team, he volunteered at the no-kill animal shelter in Norwood once a month; was treasurer of the Samwell Athletes and Allies organization; he spearheaded the annual Spring Lake Quad Clean Up; and had a 3.75 GPA majoring in psychology and Latin American Studies. He lived with the rest of his teammates in the soccer house just two doors down from the Haus. He had just asked one Eric Richard Bittle out on a date, and Eric Richard Bittle said yes.

He was literally the boy next door, and Jack Zimmermann could not stand him.

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The One Where Marcus Loves A Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Request: Maybe a smut where you’re a nerd dating Marcus and you walk in on him having sex with a cheerleader. He says that he cheated because you’re a prude who didn’t want to have sex with him. Jeff Atkins comforts you, admits his feelings and smut ensues. Later in the locker room, everyone teases Jeff asking where all his hickeys and scratches on his back came from and he looks straight into Marcus’s eyes and goes Y/N and Marcus doesn’t believe it until he sees you guys kissing in the hallway later.

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“I just don’t understand why you can’t come out tonight. It’s just Bryce’s place, we’ll be there an hour, two hours max.” Marcus argues, rubbing his hand over his head in pure, unadulterated annoyance.

You take a special kind of pleasure in annoying him, and you can’t help it. He’s your boyfriend, but he’s clingy. He’s annoying.

“And I just don’t understand why you can’t go by yourself.” You retort, dry and humorless. “You keep asking, and I keep saying no. This is getting repetitive.”

“I just –” Marcus stops himself for a second, breathing in slowly. “I don’t get why you can’t study for Heitzman’s exam tomorrow night. It’s not like you’re gonna spontaneously combust if you relax for one fucking hour.”

“That’s literally – no, Marcus, that’s literally rich coming from you. ‘Relax,’ what the fuck?” You bite out with a sharp laugh. Marcus Cooley, telling you to relax. That’s a fucking joke.

“Jesus, fine. Fine, I’ll stop asking you, annoying you, whatever. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go with the guys.” He relents, sitting himself on your couch, a thick layer of ice building between the two of you. He’s taken to acting like a petulant, whiny kid lately, and it’s exhausting.

“I’ll go to the next one Bryce has, okay?” You sigh, and Marcus gives you a curt nod. You feel your eye twitch in annoyance. “Seriously, I’ll go to the next one,” you persist, genuine this time, twisting yourself on the couch until you can lay your head on his lap. You nudge his knee. “Bitch, if you don’t answer …”

A smile cracks on his face.

“All right – but I’m holding you to that, understand?” He says, mockingly stern. “I’m gonna make you have fun if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

You grin when he kisses your forehead, laughing as he makes his way down to your lips. His own lips are chapped against yours, but you think you might like it.

Well, you think glumly. There are worse boyfriends to have.

-

It’s hours later and you’re in your room, two textbooks and three notebooks spread messily across your bed. You’re neck-deep in calculus when your phone vibrates for the umpteenth time for the night. You almost ignore it. Marcus and Sheri have been blowing up your phone for the the past hour, ranging from “bitch I know you didn’t make Marcus come by himself” to “bitch I can’t believe you actually made me come by myself.”

Tough love, you shrug to yourself. Only when your phone buzzes again do you look at it.

From: Mulholland Drive
U should seriously come I’m begging. Watch ur boy make a fool outta himself he’s tryna play beer pong rn lmao

You snort. Of course he is.

To: Mulholland Drive
pics or it didn’t happen

You look at your next message. The smile that slaps on your face is big enough to make you feel almost guilty.

Somewhat guilty.

Very guilty.

From: JoJo The Fool
where u at?

To: JoJo The Fool
At my humble abode

From: JoJo The Fool
I see ur boyfriend here, lookin lonely. U should stop by and join him

To: JoJo The Fool
Lemme take a wild guess and say

To: JoJo The Fool
u at Walker’s place

From: JoJo The Fool
ding ding!! u right

From: JoJo The Fool
seriously come over. bored without u. everyone’s left me

From: JoJo The Fool
acknowledge me or face the consequences

You laugh, typing out a quick reply before you can help yourself. And you literally can’t help yourself. Jeff is unnaturally kind. The type of kind that makes you feel bad for not being just as kind, if not more. Disappointing him is like metaphorically kicking a dog: it’s unforgivable and you’re probably going to hate yourself afterwards.

To: JoJo The Fool
needy bitch!! leave me alone lmao I’m studying for Heitzman

From: JoJo The Fool
ew stop. come over and I’ll help you study later. I actually have an A in his class

You lay your phone down. You’re not going to go, you tell yourself. You need to study. You need good grades. Good grades matter in life, parties hosted by an asshole don’t.

From: JoJo The Fool
guarantee I can get u white girl wasted in 30 minutes

Well, fuck it. There’s always tomorrow.

-

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
moi petite fromage I’m coming to bryce’s now. Sheri and Jeff wore me down

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
be excited I’m coming to play beer pong wit ya ass

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
hullo¿

-

The drive to Bryce’s house is quick and fast, your temporary lust for shitty beer getting the better of you. You park relatively close, and when you arrive past the gate, you’re greeted with shouts.

It’s ridiculously crowded. The lights are bright and glimmering off of the pools, filled to the brim with over-exposed bodies. You can practically smell the over-sexed teenagers.

“You came!” Sheri shouts, and you grin, taking her extended hand and letting yourself be pulled past the pool. You stop at one of many tables piled with beer.

“Well, you missed beer pong,” she exclaims over the music, grabbing a beer bottle and setting it in your hand. “But I know Marcus went in the house about fifteen minutes ago. Probably throwing up on Bryce’s rug right about now.” She titters, and you groan.

“Jesus, maybe I shouldn’t have come after all,” you snicker, taking a heavy sip. “Designated driver, once again.”

“What happened to getting white girl wasted?” A voice comes from behind you, and you roll your eyes as Sheri quirks her brows expectantly.

“Another night, Atkins.” You say. “Tonight, I’m stone-cold sober.”

He’s smiling at you when you turn around, and you feel something in your chest tighten by about twelve notches. He leans against your shoulder and grins, sparkling and bright, like the lights against the pool.

“I thought you came for me, now I’m just dissapointed.”

“Came for the beer, stayed for the boyfriend.“ You shrug, batting your lashes playfully. “Speaking of, I have to track him down before he blows all over Bryce’s house.” You take a mournful last sip from your bottle, giving it back to Sheri.

Jeff perks from next to you. “I’ll come with you,” he sets his own bottle down. “If he’s too faded then I’ll just drive you two lovebirds home myself.”

You raise your brows. “Sober enough for that, Atkins?”

“Three beers, max. I’m a sloppy drunk, can’t have people from school seeing that.” The smile he gives you is almost infuriatingly sweet, like he’s smiling just for you, and you want – god, for a second, you wish – that you could live in this moment for just awhile longer.

If you weren’t dating Marcus, the thought pops in your head before you realize what you’re thinking. If you weren’t dating Marcus, Jeff would

“Let’s go in the house,” you shout suddenly, almost shoving yourself out of Jeff’s reach. “To find Marcus. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Marcus.”

“Sorry, who’s Marcus again?” Jeff looks amused, and you roll your eyes. You ignore the part of you that wants to scrub away every part of your skin that’s come into contact with him.

You say your goodbye to Sheri and march across the lawn, Jeff following behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It feels like it’s boiling you from the inside out, and you decide to ignore that part of yourself, too.

You’re two steps into Bryce’s ridiculously large house when he takes your hand.

“Here, pretty sure he went into one of the guest rooms.” He pulls you to the left, and you try your best to ignore how sweaty your hand is. You try even harder to ignore that Jeff’s the reason why it is.

You just try to ignore.

It’s nearly empty in the house, most of the crowd outside, save for the few people lounging on the sofas and hanging at the kitchen bar. Those that are still conscious stare as you and Jeff make your way down the hall, smirks and sneers twisting their faces. You’re not entirely sure you want to know why.

The first door you knock on goes unanswered, the room empty when you open it. The next two consist of – surprise – hormonal teenage sex, which you’re only too glad to close the door on. The third isn’t any different, and you and Jeff stutter out the same apologies as the previous ones.

“God! Sorry, I’ll just, uh, leave. I’ll close the door–”

Jeff grabs your arm. “Uh,” he stops you, eyes wide and staring into the room. His face pinches in disgust seconds later, and you stop yourself from shutting the door when you realize exactly who’s in the room.

“Dude, get the hell out!” Nina Burbank shouts from the bed, breathless and moaning, but you stand there, watching your boyfriend plow into Liberty High’s head cheerleader.

Get out! What the fu –” Marcus begins to shout. To his credit, he manages to stop himself when he looks at you.

You’re staring at them – at him, and you don’t know what to do. You’re stunned. You’re disgusted. You’re vividly imagining him being run over with your car.

You decide to settle with just staring. It’s less embarrassing than trying to stutter out your shock and anger. Luckily, Marcus manages to do that for you.

“Shit – shit! This isn’t – no, baby, I swear I didn’t mean –”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You say suddenly, and he shuts his mouth with a tight, audible snap. You don’t stutter when you speak. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Jeff is ramrod straight from behind you, and you refuse to be embarrassed that someone else is here to witness this – this entire fucking mess.

You refuse to be embarrassed for something that isn’t your fault.

“Baby, baby – this isn’t anything, I swear to God. This is nothing –” Marcus practically throws himself off of the bed, and you throw your arms out when he makes a move towards you.

Don’t!” You shout, and he jerks back at the sound of your voice. You ignore the sharp burn of tears in your eyes, how hot they feel against your cheeks. “Seriously, get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck away from me, Marcus.”

“Baby,” he steps towards you again, his hands held out and his voice near pleading. “Let me explain. I can explain this.”

Explain this?” You scoff, and the laugh you give is manic and empty. “What the fuck? How do you explain having sex with someone else? Are you even listening to yourself?”

“This – just listen to me. This,” Marcus gestures around the room, and he’s shouting back now. “This happened because we have nothing. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you, and we have nothing.”

You nearly choke.

“We have nothing? What – what does that even mean? Are you … oh, my god. Are you seriously using us not having sex as an excuse? What are you going to say next, that I’m a – a what? A fucking prude?”

The answer you get is silence, and you feel your face burn.

“Jesus,” you bark out. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to listen to this,” Jeff says coldly and quietly from behind you, the first he’s spoken since opening the door. Marcus turns to him and spits venom.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Atkins!” He practically hisses, and you round on him. He doesn’t get to talk to Jeff. He doesn’t get to say anything.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” You shout just as Jeff says, “Calm down, man.”

“No, seriously, why the fuck are you even here, Jeff?” Marcus questions. “Just leave! Get the fuck out, this doesn’t involve you, man!” He screams and throws his hands towards the both of you, and you jut your head back in disgust.

“I’m not listening to this,” you turn and grab Jeff by the arm. “We’re fucking leaving.”

You still hear Marcus shouting even as you walk down the hall, practically dragging Jeff with each hurried step. The last things you can manage to make out are two simple words.

Fuck you.

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“Are you okay?” Jeff asks as he pulls into your driveway, and you shake your head with a scoff.

“That can’t be a serious question right now, dude.”

Silence.

“I’ll go back there and kick his ass, if you want me to.” He suggests, and you snort. You could do that yourself, if you wanted to. But you know he’s being painfully genuine now, and you can’t bring yourself to say yes, please hurt him, bring one of your baseball bats if you have to.

You can’t bring yourself to say it, because you want to do it yourself.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll just wait until Monday to run him over at school.” You half-joke, but it’s empty. There’s silence again for a few minutes before you decide to speak. “I just – I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but … what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jeff says quickly, and god, you can hear the pity in his voice. “There was nothing you did that led to this. Marcus is just a – he’s just a dick.” He finishes lamely, and you laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s definitely that. It’s just … I mean, Nina Burbank?” You question, incredulous. “I’m worth more than fucking Nina Burbank.”

Jeff’s laugh is one of surprise.

You shake your head. “No, Jeff, I’m serious. He could’ve picked anyone and he chose Nina Burbank. God knows if I ever cheated on him, I would’ve chosen someone better than her.”

“Like who?” The questions is light and airy, a joke, but that doesn’t stop you from looking at him, eyes narrowed in contemplation.

“You mind being a rebound for the night?” You ask, your laugh mirthless and dry and god, you’re such an asshole. You shouldn’t even be joking about something like that.

You expect anything but the laugh he gives back to you, his eyes bright and his smile sweet.

“Well,” he begins, and the smile on his face turns even sweeter. “If it’s any consolation, you’d be my rebound, too. You’re …” He stops. His eyes soften, and you feel your heart stutter and stop in your chest. “You’re everything.”

“Stop.” You laugh, and you’re blushing, but Jeff shakes his head.

“No, seriously, you’re … god, I shouldn’t even be saying this right now.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re someone I’ve wanted to be with for … a while. And I mean, like, a while, and I –” He forces himself to stop, swallowing heavily. “I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Silence, again. The heat you feel in the car is sudden and rising, and you’re sure your heartbeat is audible.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask, breathless, and no. No, you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong, it’s too fast, it’s dirty, but you don’t care.

When Jeff says yes, you get the feeling that he doesn’t care too much either.

-

Your parents aren’t home, you tell Jeff, and you close your front door with a heavy bang and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Your kisses are blind and fleeting, traveling from his lips to his neck, and he stumbles to hold you against the wall leading to your kitchen.

It’s only when his hands rub over your chest do you truly realize you’re about have sex.

It’s nothing to be nervous about, you tell yourself in the midst of Jeff’s rough hands quite literally tearing your clothes off. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, it won’t be the last. It doesn’t even have to feel good right now, you just have to feel.

None of that stops you from literally gaping in shock when you feel him against you, because oh.

Oh.

Oh, holy fuck.

You know Jeff’s big – you know. But god, he’s bigger than anything you’ve ever had in your goddamn life and – holy shit. You can’t breathe, your chest heaving as he grinds himself against you, wanton and hot and excited. He whines. The heavy pressure against you is enough to have you feeling the beginning of the end, every nerve on fire and waiting for that wave of ecstasy to extinguish it.

You only burn hotter when he whispers in your ear, “I want you. Oh, my god, I want you.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s smooth and hard compared to the rough wall behind you, his skin burning with every touch, coaxing himself between your legs. He get what he wants, which is exactly what you want, and he doesn’t waste time.

He pushes himself into you, slow and delicious because god, god, god, he’s thick and long and fucking perfect. It hurts you, realizing how perfect he is, and you love it.

He’s breathing just as hard as you are, teeth nipping at your shoulder, and he bites down – hard – once he’s finally balls deep.

You’re almost positive that he’s licking the bruised skin, sucking harshly as he pulls out and thrusts back in, his exhales shakey and fast. He’s got one hand pulling your hair and another hand grabbing your hip, meshing yourselves together.

The slap of skin against skin is all you can hear, all you can feel, and god, it feels unbelievable.

There’s something almost violent in the way he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s going to leave bruises, you think faintly, and you smile lazily while he thrusts into you, each rough movement of his hips pushing you up and down the wall in small jolts.

You can leave bruises too.

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It’s Monday and Jeff feels the scratches on his back sting as he takes his shirt off. They only vaguely hurt now, most of the cuts scabbing over and healing over the weekend. The bruises are different, though, he thinks with a smile. They’re like faded ink splotches against his skin, and he feels a twisted sort of satisfaction every time he thinks about it.

“Atkins, Jesus.” Bryce whistles once he catches a glance at Jeff’s back. “Who the hell attacked you?”

“It’s, uh, nobody.” He smiles faintly. He’s not about to say anything. Not now, when the locker room’s jam packed with every single male in Liberty High.

“Come on, Jeff,” he gets a nudge from Monty, and Zach grins from behind him. “Looks like one hell of a lay.”

“No, seriously. I’m not about to tell you guys –”

“Why not, Atkins?” Marcus’ voice overlaps his, cool and harsh, and Jeff feels his jaw lock.

He turns to look at Marcus and feels nothing but a heavy weight of disgust and anger in the pit of his belly. For a second – just a second, he swears – he fantasizes about landing a hard one right on his nose. The break would be clean and nobody would hold him back. He would probably get away with it.

He snaps out of his fantasy and sighs to himself. No. No, he wouldn’t.

So he settles for the next best thing.

“You really wanna know? Your girlfriend, Cooley.” He says, his voice loud and harsh in the locker room. It’s suddenly quiet. “Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize her handiwork.”

He slips his shirt on quickly and grabs his bag, shouldering Marcus roughly as he leaves. He ignores the sudden onslaught of jeers coming from the locker room as he walks out.

He finds you in the hallways soon enough, and he feels the smile take over his face before he can do anything to stop it. He doesn’t really want to stop it.

He grabs you by the waist and grins. “You know, I think I might have mentioned something about having an A in Heitzman’s class.”

You hum thoughtfully, pressing against him. It makes him feel warm inside. “That’s right. I think you also mentioned something about helping me study for his exam.”

“Did I?”

You scoff. “Don’t be cute, Atkins. Doesn’t really suit you.” You lean towards him, lips soft and just barely grazing his own.

Jeff grins. He can only just barely see Marcus from the end of the hall, and he decides, yeah, the bruises covering both of your bodies are well worth the look on his face.

Heartbeat // Dong Sicheng

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the prompt: can i have a story where sicheng is hospitalized and you are his nurse and his cardiac monitor always goes into overdrive when you check up on him?

words: 2480

category: fluff

author note: you guys don’t understand Sicheng was my first nct bias from the moment he asked taeyong for ice cream i was in love and my heart is still so soft for him.

- destinee

Originally posted by jaehyu

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the best thing he never had ; four

one , two , three , four , five

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; best friend!au

word count; 4.8k

summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him


You promised that you would get to tell him.

Soon, that is.

But not now— not when he had been stressing out over midterms and you, being just as busy with packing your things and talking with the administrator back and forth about how your trip would all go down.

The global internship was a chance for you to finally do something that you loved and prove that you are worthy of something more than just purely passing every midterm and getting good grades effortlessly (at least that’s what they say when you’re not listening). But truly, you knew that this internship to see dozens of places could help you go back to your roots and experience the many things you wouldn’t be able to do with just plain studying.

You were going to Australia, the first place that your mother took you when you were seven and you could vaguely remember the streets that everyone walked on all throughout the day and you grasping onto your mother’s arm as tightly as you could in fear of getting side tracked and losing her all at once.

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Divine Intervention


(Thank you to Luna for donating to our @trashbrigade  gisholership fundraiser!)

ao3

Once Sam leaves the motel room, Dean locks the door behind him and sits down on the bed to consider his options. He’s got a couple of hours at least before his brother gets back and he’s feeling restless. Maybe he should indulge in a little me-time to see if that helps.

Double checking that the door is locked, he lies back on the bed and reaches for his belt, then stops and grabs another pillow to shove behind his head. He starts to move toward his belt again but instead drops his hands to the mattress, sighing. He kinda wishes Cas were here. Not like that he quickly adds to himself. It’s just that it’s been awhile since he’s seen Cas and he wonders how he is. He’d probably feel better if he knew Cas was ok. He’d definitely be less edgy if he could be sure that Cas wasn’t in any kind of trouble. That’s all. If Cas could only poof on in here with his hair all fluffed up and his eyes all blue and his arms all muscley…

Ok, maybe a little bit like that.

He lets his mind wander into something that approximates praying to Cas but leaves him with plausible deniability. If he shows up, great. If not, it’s not like Dean is lying around here being a wussy baby. It’s no big deal either way.

Only a few seconds pass before that tell-tale whoosh has Dean smiling. It’s only another second later that Dean scrambles to his feet because that is not Cas. It’s an older man Dean has never seen before, dressed incongruently in a loud Hawaiian shirt and ripped jeans.

In a flash, Dean has a knife in his hand but with a flick of the intruder’s wrist it goes flying across the room. Next, Dean grabs for the gun in his jacket pocket but before he can get to it, another casual gesture leaves him pinned against the wall.

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

Dean gives him the best glare he can muster while being completely at his mercy.

“I’m happy to free you if you’ll just hear me out.”

Dean nods and immediately feels the use of his body return. Taking a few steps away from the wall, he clenches and unclenches his fists. “What are you? What do you want?”

The stranger eyes him curiously. “First off, why did you start with the knife?”

“Are you seriously questioning my weapon choices?”

The man ticks things off on his fingers. “Knife first, then gun. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of killing you,” Dean answers, and yeah, he’s feeling a little defensive at this point. “Still am,” he mutters a bit more quietly.

“Why not go first for the angel blade under the bed?”

Dean narrows his eyes at him. “How did you know about—“

“You were praying. To an angel. And then I appeared. It doesn’t take a genius.”

Now that Dean has gathered himself a little, he recognizes some of the angelic signs: that ramrod posture despite the casual clothing, and the intense, almost quizzical stare. “Ok, fine. A winged dick. Got it. What do you want?”

The angel sighs, sort of like Sam does right before one of his lectures. “Where do I start? The recklessness? The medicating with alcohol? The insistence on pork rinds as one of the major food groups?” This last one is accompanied by an actual shudder.

“Great, my own personal self-help angel.” Dean crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Look, buddy, why don’t you mind your own business, I wasn’t even praying to you.”

“I know.”

“You know? Then what are you doing here? Isn’t that like…opening somebody else’s mail?” Or something. Either way Dean is pretty sure it’s against angel etiquette.

The angel doesn’t seem put off by Dean’s excellent reasoning. “Who were you praying to?”

Dean hems and haws. “Don’t you know?”

The angel raises his eyebrows. “Say it.”

Dean feels himself blush. “Castiel.”

Cas poofs in. “Hello, Dean.”

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Sammy’s Smile

After seeing these posts by @doodledrawsthings, I wanted to write it. 

Hell’s Studio is so much fun to write for. 


One time, Sammy had come to work in a good mood. And everyone lost it. Sammy was smiling as he entered the studio, humming to himself. Everyone froze and just stared. No one had seen Sammy actually smile before. They’d seen him smirk, sure, but never genuinely smile. It was…really weird. They hadn’t been aware his face could actually make that expression.

“Bendy!” Boris burst into Bendy’s office, slamming the door open. “Sammy’s doing something weird with his face!”

“Boris, it’s too early for this.” Bendy groaned. “Whatever Sammy’s doing, it can wait.”

“I…I think he’s smiling.”

“WHAT?!” Bendy jumped up from his chair, eyes wide. Boris ushered him out and to the music department. Sammy was whistling, whistling!, as he unlocked the door to his office.

“What the @#%*?” Bendy whispered.

“I don’t know what he’s doing with his face.” Boris whispered back. “Is…Is he smiling?”

“Sure…Sure looks like it buddy. I’mma go talk to him.” He pushed past Boris and went down. He took a moment to compose himself and went in.

“Heya Sammy.” Bendy knocked on the music director’s door. “How…How’s it going?”

“Pretty well, all things considering.” Sammy said, continuing to smile. He hung his coat up and began to prepare his desk.

“Good good.” Bendy nodded. “Uh…What are you doing with your face?”

“I’m smiling.” Sammy frowned a bit. “Have you never seen someone smile before, boss?”

“Right, of course. Uh, I should probably get back to work.” Bendy said, making a beeline for the door as quickly as he could. He spent a while just standing to there, watching as Sammy worked. The music director worked on compositions, singing along to the radio louder than Bendy had ever heard him do before. He seemed to genuinely be in a good mood and it was so….weird.

“What are you doing down here?” He heard Alice approaching from behind. “I’ve been looking all over for y-” She stopped when she saw Sammy.

“Is he…Smiling?”

“It’s weird, right?” Bendy said. “I mean, I’m glad he’s happy, but it’s just so…”

“Unusual.” Alice finished. “We gotta show everyone else.”

Soon everyone was gathered outside Sammy’s office, staring inside at Sammy. Somehow he hadn’t yet noticed them. He tended to get like that when he was working, which worked pretty well for the rest of them.

“My glasses must be broken.” Henry said, taking them off and looking them over. Joey just stared, unable to wrap his head around what he was seeing. Never in his life had he seen Sammy smile. It just didn’t happen. Boris was still freaking out about this whole thing. He didn’t do too well with change and this was a huge change. Maybe this was a sign of the apocalypse. Like the four horsemen or something. Eventually Sammy opened the door and found them staring.

“Just how long have you all been there?” He asked, his smiling fading a little bit.

“……Awhile.”

“I don’t get why you’re all making such a big deal about me smiling. That is what this is about, right?” Sammy leaned up against the doorframe. He was actually laughing quite a bit. This floored everyone even more. When was the last time Sammy had genuinely laughed at something?

“……..Yes.”

Sammy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Here’s the new music. I’m not going to let you all ruin my day.”

“Why are you so happy?” Henry asked.

“That’s my secret.” Sammy said, winking. “Now scram, the lot of you. I’ve got work to do.” Then he slammed the door in their faces. Everyone dispersed, and things mostly returned to normal. Except Sammy kept smiling throughout the whole day. The next day he was back to his normal self, but it wasn’t the last time this would happen. No matter how many times they saw Sammy smile, which didn’t happen very often, they still freaked out.

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Request: PURE ANGST WITH A REALLY HAPPY ENDING BUT STILL ANGST PLEASE

// In which Harry’s girlfriend breaks up with him because she can’t handle the distance anymore. 

“Harry, I can’t do this anymore.” Just one little sentence had destroyed him, “what is it you can’t do anymore babe?” Trying to calm down his girlfriend. He knew what she meant but couldn’t bear to think about what was about to come. He wanted her to see it; he needed it. “I’m so tired of not having you around. So fucking tired of being second to everything. What even is the point of being together if you’re gonna make me feel more alone than when I’m actually alone?”

(Y/N) knew she was being selfish when she asked Harry to do such a big requests but she needed the truth to be told. “It doesn’t even change when you’re home. You’re always doing your own thing. It’s like you’re never even here and I’m sick of it.”

She wanted to be a normal couple, doing normal couple things.

(Y/N) always had stood by Harry’s side through everything; from the Larry conspiracies, hate, cheating rumors, the list could go on and on. She promised him she would stay for the long haul, but how can she keep her promises, when Harry doesn’t even keep his?

 "You don’t mean that, y/n..“

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Peed my Pants While Tech Supporting A Friend!

You know the drill. This happened to me, I wrote out the experience for omorashi.org, I’m reposting it here. But this one is actually fairly recent!

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Hi everyone! It’s me, Kozmo. Its been awhile since I’ve written anything here or done any lottos, I’ve been having a weird go of it in life lately. For example, I just moved away from my home I grew up in, into the city! New apartment, new life, still getting the hang of it (I’ve lived here a little over a week now) but I think I’m doing okay. The long and short of it is, I’ve been busy like I’ve never been busy before. Almost as if fate was detecting the negligence in omorashi activities to share with you all, I had an…incident, the other day. Right here in my new apartment, no less, so it could be considered a christening.

Also, it’s been awhile, so I might have a fair amount of new readers! Hi, I’m KozmoFox, things happen to me a lot and I write about them here. I occasionally put on fun lottery games to allow some lucky winner to pick the next omorashi scenario I deliberately put myself in so I can write about it here.

Obligatory description phase!

I don’t change much :P. I’m in the upper-mid 5ft range and too lazy to measure myself exactly, and I fluctuate between like 100-110 pounds. Yes yes, I know, too skinny. I’ve been doing workouts to try and build some actual muscle mass, but not too much, I like being really lean and thin, I just don’t like being called a twig like its an insult :(. I’m 22 years old as of last wednesday. Long dark hair, a nose stud, and several tattoos ranging in areas from my chest and collarbone areas, wrists, back, and ankles. Not telling what they are! They are super identifiable and I’m not looking for stalkers. I’m also as pale as a snowy winter day.

On this particular day I was wearing a black star wars T-shirt, grey pajama pants that kind of looked like sweatpants, a pair of white panties, and a pair of super aesthetic black socks with rainbow stripes.

Now to tell you about my day!  It was a day just like any other in my new apartment, essentially just sitting around playing video games all day. It was warm, and I was having a lot to drink. Like, a LOT. Mainly because for some weird reason, I had a headache and I was out of Tylenol but drinking cold water was making the headache a lot more tolerable. I’m no doctor, but if it works I keep doing this. Eventually, as logic dictates, I needed to pee. Because you know, that’s what happens. I didn’t INTEND to do a hold that day but fate had other plans in store for me, as when I reached the squirming-and-about-to-leak stage after refilling the pitcher I had at my desk, I moved to get up again so I could use the bathroom….BUT. I received a call on Discord.

Meet Kaylee. Kaylee is getting into the PC gaming scene. However, her PC is a toaster. However x2, she doesn’t know the first thing about basic computer operation. Kaylee bought CS:GO. Kaylee tried to change her resolution low when her monitor is actually a 16:9 TV and had no idea why her screen was suddenly black when she tried to play the game.

Meet me. The poor sucker that was about to get sucked into tech support duty.

You see, this wasn’t as simple as telling her what folder her config file was in. This is like, your grandparents level of needing tech support. I also didn’t know where it was by default given I’m not a big CS:GO player, so it was bound to be an adventure.

“Kaylee I’ll help you, but I’ve REALLY gotta pee, I’ll be right back.”
“No no! This will only take a few seconds and I wanna play :(”

You see friends, what you have right there is an excuse for an omo-fanatic to torture themselves. A normal person would have told Kaylee to fuck off for 20 seconds. I just took a sip of my water to ease my head pain and said “Fine.”

First I got her to screenshare so I could see her screen. I could see CS:GO but she couldn’t, because it was her tv not supporting the resolution that was the problem, not the system. For about 10 minutes I tried to guide her mouse. Wasn’t working. By the end of that I was sitting on my heel, rocking back and forth in my rocking chair gritting my teeth. I was slightly irritable from the growing pressure in my bladder and far too impatient for something so meticulous. Around this time I might have brought up my situation in the site chat. I finished my glass of water, and poured another. Counter-intuitive to holding it in until we were finished the call, yes, but my head hurt and the water helped. But god I had to pee.

Next step was to try and find the config folder that every game on earth has. But lo and behold, couldn’t find one in the general location. Her steam wasn’t in her program files.

“Where did you install Steam?”

“I dunno. :D”

I was so frustrated I leaked. That’s not even an exaggeration, the eyeroll at the ceiling and the distraught groan took enough off my senses that I felt my panties grow warm. Like a flash I had my hand between my legs, and feeling it against my fingers was enough to tell me it had made it through to the pants. I wiped my fingers off on my knee, but went back to pressing the heel of my hand against my crotch while rocking in my chair. At this point I was literally sweating from the effort of holding it in, once or twice using my right hand to wipe off my forehead while holding myself with my left. The feeling in my bladder was ridiculous, and I could feel the muscles in my pelvic floor wavering, LITERALLY wavering like when you’re holding something heavy and your arms start to shake. I had no choice but to battle through it.

“Kaylee, listen I need to go to the bathroom like right now so I’ll be ba–”

“Nooo! One more second we just need to find the file right? And change it and we’ll be done.”

Fast forward a few more agonizing minutes, and I find her steam is installed to her desktop.

Her DESKTOP. It was a mess. I’m pretty sure some things were outright missing. It was like looking at a massacre. A literal massacre. I was so frustrated I could scream, and I needed to pee so fucking BADLY I could cry. Frantically looking around her desktop for the thing I was looking for, my entire body tensed up, and I could feel my bladder tightening and tightening trying to let something out. You know the feeling I mean, where you literally lock down as hard as possible just tensing, and your bladder is fighting back against you to force it out, and more often than not manages to leak it out? That happened to me and I quickly shut my mic off momentarily as I loudly groaned in protest, feeling a sizable leak painfully force its way out of me and into my pants. Looking down, I saw the grey darken, and could feel a bit of warmth pooling in my underwear and pants around my rear end. I clutched myself with both hands and waited for the wave to pass.

Then it hit me like a freight train, how stupid I was. I told her to open Steam, right click CSGO, go to properties and go to local files. I was so distracted by needing to piss like a racehorse that I forgot the easiest solution on earth. I had her go to the cfg folder and start clicking around. I was on the brink, I needed to have this done now or never. Bouncing up and down in my chair I started getting mad, none of the cfg files that were there had graphic and video settings. It dawned on me dreadfully. These were all for control settings. All of them. And my bladder was seconds away from giving out, I could feel it tensing up again ready to spill and I knew I wouldn’t be able to properly fight it this time.

“Kaylee I’ll be rig–”

“But–”
“Kaylee I’m about to piss my fucking pa–”

I clicked my mic off, tossing my headset aside and shooting up before I could finish my sentence. I couldn’t hold it. I COULDN’T hold it. I make a lot of noise when trying to hold it, so I switched my mic off in advance of the self begging.

“Oh god fuck fuck noplease fuck no”

It started to force its way out. Through me, through my panties, through my pants, into my fingers. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I started violently moaning and lurching, bouncing and trying to hold it back. It didn’t help, it just made it worse. The leak became a stream that almost hurt to try and stop, and I could feel my pants quickly growing warm and sopping. Realizing my chair was fabric, I jumped out and landed on my floor, on my knees. One hand gripping my desk, one hand on the floor, both keeping me upright. Upon hitting the floor, my bladder DROPPED and I full on exploded. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t, it was like unscrewing the cap on a firehydrant. PSSSSSSSH. My pajamas were soaked in seconds, and I had a huge puddle expanding underneath me at a rate that it might as well have been my own personal tsunami. I continually shuddered and lurched and loudly moaned (I’m very vocal when I lose it) until I was empty.

Eventually I managed to get upright, wiping my hand that was overtaken by the lake on the front of my absolutely destroyed pants; I had managed to soak them completely, front and back, as is usually the case with me. It was hard to find a dry spot. Cleaning this up would end up sopping an entire towel. I put my headset back on and told Kaylee that I had to suddenly leave anyway because I had to rush across the apartment to answer my phone. I stayed kneeling in my pee puddle and soaked pants until I had solved her issue. The CSGO graphics cfg is in userdata, not the install folder. I was so goddamn angry. So. Goddamn. Angry. Had her change the resolution to 1600x900 and all was good.

“Okay [Name Redacted], sorry for being so impatient and keeping you here and bothering you so much! You can go pee now!”

“Oh don’t worry I did all that when I went to go get the phone.”
“Kay! Talk to you later!”

And that was that. I cleaned up the mess, tossed my pj’s in the clothes basket, and watched some JoJo’s after taking care of various other needs, like [redacted] and food.

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anonymous asked:

Gime more Roman Godfrey smut

So since this was pretty vague, I decided to use this as an excuse to write one of the prompts @weallhaveadestiny  had sent me awhile ago. So this prompt is “Reader wants a job at the Godfrey tower, but when Roman Interviews here, he’s got something else in mind. Hopefully you enjoy!

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The One with the Blackout - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 5367

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst where I said there would be none. I’m sorry. 

A/N: Written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Challenge. Sorry it’s like a week late. Life happened. This also wasn’t what I was originally gonna write but again…life happened. Sorry. 

Constructive feedback always appreciated!

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“So this is pretty nice.” Dean chuckled, grabbing your hand across the diner table. Sam and Eileen volunteered to spend the night watching JoJo to give Dean and you the night to yourselves and you’d spent it eating greasy diner food at an old dive bar. It was very much your style. “Not that I don’t miss my little girl but adult time is fun too.”

“You know she’s probably sprawled across our bed, right?” Dean snorted a laugh and nodded, knowing you were right. She always did that when you were both gone unless she passed out on the couch with Sam or in Sam’s bed.

“Well, this is a treat.” A voice sneered from behind you as the diner suddenly went dark and silent. High heels got closer and you turned, staring at a face you recognized quite well. “Never thought I’d run into you two again. Where’s that precious little girl of yours?” The tall blonde staring down Dean and you was a witch you both failed to kill several years ago, Gretchen, but you managed to kill her entire coven and family. You thought you ran her off, never to be seen again, but you were apparently wrong. “Come on…what’s her name again? Joanna Celeste Winchester?”

You gritted your teeth, unsure of how she knew about your daughter. “Who?” You decided to play stupid and Dean followed along.

“You must have us confused with other hunters. We don’t have a kid.”

“What dumbass would bring a kid into this life?” You scoffed, reaching for the gun tucked away in your holster.

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