Request- “she’s clays sister and she has an alternate fashion and music taste and Hannah basically gets them together”
“GET UP Y/N JENSEN!!” Clay was banging on your door and shouting at you. “WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE- AGAIN!” You were surprised the door was still intact.
“…gimme five more minutes…please…” you mumbled into your pillow, dreary and pleading. Getting up really wasn’t on the agenda.
“If you’re not ready in 20 minutes, Y/N, I’m leaving without you.” It was an empty threat, you knew he wouldn’t, but it still pushed you to finally get out of bed.
You and your brother walked to school together, and met his almost-girlfriend-but-not-really Hannah along the way. You and Hannah had been acquaintances before, but ever since her and Clay got closer, so did she and you. Currently, she was attempting to set you up with her friend Alex Standall, a guy you’d had a crush on for a while.
Alex and you were similar. You both had quite quirky looks, and had similar tastes in music. You didn’t mind walking to school with Hannah and Clay because they always included you rather than letting you third wheel.
At lunch, Hannah came to sit next to you.
“Hey, Hannah. What’s up?”
“Nothing much, except the fact I asked Alex to sit with me at lunch.” She smirked.
“Oh- it’s okay if you wanna go sit with him, I don’t mind!” You smiled, trying not to look too hurt.
“No, silly! He’s sitting with me. On this table. With you.” She explained. The lightbulb turned on in your head.
“Oh god! Do I look okay? Have I got food in my teeth?” You frantically smoothed your hair down and pushed up your glasses. She chuckled.
“You look gorgeous.” She reassured you, right as Alex Standall approached the table, and sat down. He eyed you up and down dubiously.
“Hey Hannah, Y/N.”
“Hey.” You smiled sheepishly. Alex knew your name???
You ate lunch with Hannah and Alex, and got more comfortable and the time passed. You joked and laughed and couldn’t stop yourself from looking at Alex at least every ten seconds. What was weird was, most of the time he was looking back.
As you left the lunch hall, someone shouted for you.
“Y/N! Hold up.” It was Alex. It was Alex???
“Oh, hey Alex.” You smiled.
“You got a free period?” He asked.
“Yeah, actually. I was planning on heading to the library.”
“Well, if you don’t mind changing your plans, how about heading out with me?” You’d stopped by the lockers so as not to cause disruption in the hallway.
“‘Out’ where?” You were doubtful.
“Out of school.” He grinned mischeviously. You bit your lip.
Clay will kill me, you thought.
“Yeah, why not.”
You two were sat on the top of a hill somewhere, you weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up there, but there you were. Alex’s speaker was playing music, and the sun was lowering in the sky.
“So, Hannah’s told me a lot about you.” He began, “but you’re a lot better than she described.”
You blushed. Alex was so sweet.
“What kind of things has she said?”
“All good things.”
“I’d hope so.” You joked.
“So she hasn’t said anything about me?” He asked.
“She didn’t really need to…” you looked away, feeling awkward. He was perplexed.
“Well, I mean, because, well, I already kinda knew a lot.” You avoided eye contact. He decided not to press you, sensing how uncomfortable you were. He moved closer and faced you.
Just then, your phone chimed.
Message from Clay: Where the hell are you???
Message to Clay: I’ll tell you later.
Message from Clay: As long as you’re safe x
Message to Clay: Of course Mr Protective.
You locked your phone and turned back to Alex.
“Sorry, it was just Clay.”
“Your brother? I love that guy.”
“Me too. Sometimes.” You made eye contact again, unable to break once you’d got a taste of their liquid blue.
“Y/N, you’re really awesome. I wish we’d hung out sooner.”
“Really?” You stared into his eyes.
My Heart - Paramore began to play. It was one of your favourites.
“Yeah, you’re different like, quirky, and really cool. But I said that already.” He laughed at himself. His laugh sent tingles down your spine. You weren’t quite sure how to respond.
“Can I ask you something?” He looked nervous.
“Go ahead.” You were apprehensive, it could be anything.
“Can I… Kiss you?” This was not what you’d been expecting. You were completely taken aback.
“Really??” Was your initial response, before you saw the sincerity in his eyes. “I mean, yes! Yes!” You laughed as you both leaned in ignited the kiss. It was a simple peck. You smiled. He cupped your face in his hands and went back for more. It was passionate and desperate, as though both of you were taking all you could. The song made everything all the better. You lay down on the grass, bringing him with you. After a while, he broke off.
“I know I only just met you properly, but it’s feels like I’ve known you forever.” He stroked your cheek.
“I think we can thank Hannah for that.” You made a mental note to thank her every day for the next year, before returning to kissing the hell out of Alex freaking Standall.
- Save a picture of a protection sigil as your phone or desktop background to shield it from theft, hacks, malicious software, or malfunctions.
- Combine crystal elixirs with flower waters, essential oils, or extracts to make magical perfume. (Make sure everything is skin-safe~)
- Enchant your detergent or dryer sheets so they’ll cleanse your clothing & remove any negative energy you picked up throughout the day.
- Enchant the water you give to your plants & pets to keep them safe & happy.
- Water your plants with crystal elixirs to help them grow bigger, faster, and more beautiful. (Make sure the crystal you use isn’t harmful to the plant!)
- Charge the soil before you plant seeds in it to encourage its growth.
- Charge or enchant the locks on doors or safes to make them stronger.
- Make lemonade out of sun water, or tea out of moon water.
- Charge a receptive crystal with a planet’s energy by having someone whose natal chart is dominated by that planet imbue it.
- Charge a sigil or other object with your pet’s joy when you return to your home. Place it wherever you want to feel welcome, safe, and comfortable.
- Hang or draw sigils behind paintings, posters, or photographs on the wall if you want to be subtle about using magic in your home.
- You can use salt water as a substitute for salt itself in spells or rituals that require it to be sprinkled around an area. Mist or sprinkle it sparsely. This will leave less of a mess (when it dries), but be careful what you put it on.
- Make poppets out of LEGOs (they’re easy to personalize & destroy).
- Enchant your chapstick, lip balm, lip gloss, or lipstick to make yourself a better kisser or to make yourself more magnetically kissable.
Episode 13 was great and all. But seriously, the ending was kinda disappointing when the core four went to Pop’s. It was like they just helped Cheryl mow their enormous lawn or shit.
“AyE fOr sAviNg thE chEErleAdeR!!”
Not even one of them stopped by Thorn Hill to check on her. Not even a phone call or a text.
Did they think Cheryl’s gonna be okay after she tried to commit y’know?
Friendly reminder: She is an actual human being who’s going through horrible things in her life right now. Yes, that’s not an excuse to be a bitch to everyone but her being a bitch isn’t an excuse for everyone to let her suffer on her own.
Cheryl bombshell Blossom deserves so much fucking better. I literally want to hug her right now.
Author’s Note: Dusted off my writing skills just for you. Happy birthday @kpopfanfictrash. I hope you like it! Love you, darling. Pairing: Kim Jongin x OC Genre: Fluff;Supernatural Word Count: 2.7K+
There was a veil of silence that enveloped the whole campus. It was that time of year where the college campus had strictly enforced a conduct of quiet hours. The end of the year is probably the most stressful thing a student goes through during their duration at the university.
Students were cramming and attempting to implement everything they had learned throughout the year into this one dreadful week. You’ve seen your fair share of sleep deprived students chugging disgusting caffeinated energy drinks, pulling their hair out, on the verge of tears. You pitied them.
But what you had learned from the past few semesters is that this was where you made the big bucks. Students would pay anything to relieve their stress and anxiety during this time. You low-key had quite the reputation around campus. Whether or not it was all true, people may never know. That was your secret to keep.
A/N: See: title. This one’s a bit bumpy. Bear with me and
I’ll try to make it worth your while.
Warnings: Angsty, arguing, Castiel being kind of mean.
You’re walking as fast as you can, trying to put some
distance between you and the party as you protect your phone from the slight
rain while simultaneously calling Dean. There’s no immediate threat but Crowley
had dragged you over to the Ellisons at one point and you really don’t like how
Alex had looked at you. You barely start to call Dean when you hear the
familiar rumble of his precious Baby coming up from down the street. You turn
and jog to meet him, hopping out of the way as he nearly runs into you. He barely
gets a chance to stop when you throw yourself into the backseat. “Let’s get the
hell out of here,” you say and Dean slams his foot on the gas.
Dean and Sam are quiet but you don’t notice it at first,
pulling off your jacket and shoes and trying to get as comfortable as you can.
It’s only when you’re on your way out of town that Dean speaks. “What the fuck
were you thinking?”
You raise an eyebrow. “That you and Sam were pretty
outnumbered and I had a non-lethal and non-soul-damning way to fix it. You’re
This list was inspired by something I saw on tumblr for another fandom….which I saw weeks ago and so now I don’t remember what fandom it was. I apologize! But anyway. If you had to entrust your phone to a Bleach character, who might be a good choice?
He will protect your phone with his life. Unfortunately, he also spends 70% of his time getting beaten to within an inch of his life. Your phone will not survive that.
When you get your phone back, it will be heavier. Because of all of the spyware and “upgrades” he added to it. Don’t give your phone to Kurotsuchi.
Your phone will be the same weight when you get it back, but don’t be fooled. Your phone is still full of bugs now. And some of them got into your body somehow.
She will either lose your phone while spying on Ukitake or she will use it to take pictures of Ukitake. So this could go either very well or very badly.
She will take very good care of your phone, but she also gets stabbed a lot. So this one is risky.
You will get your phone back safely, but it will have a new knitted phone case. And that knitted phone case will have a Quincy motif.
How confident are you that your phone is beautiful? If it is ugly, it will not survive Yumichika.
Your phone will be so well taken care of. Definitely give your phone to Nanao.
Your phone will be thrown at Shinji’s head. Sure, that might hurt Shinji more than your phone. But are you willing to take that chance?
He will try to understand your phone. This he will fail at, but he will still take pretty darn good care of it. He may or may not make it a tiny espada uniform.
She will give you many, many dire warnings about how she will willingly sacrifice your phone if she needs to. But after all that, she will still take great care of it.
She’ll lose it. Cats don’t have pockets.
He won’t lose it, but he will probably stick the hogyoku in it or something.
The chances that he will fall asleep and then lose your phone in his beard is frighteningly high.
She’ll eat it.
He will treat your phone like a precious baby bird. It will be very well taken care of. Definitely give Chad your phone.
He will punch your phone just to be a dick. Don’t give your phone to Nnoitra.
Your phone is now somewhere in Byakuya’s walls. Good luck with that.
I mean…he tried to get his beloved sister executed. I’m not sure I’d trust him with your phone.
She has the power to protect your phone, fix your phone, and she is all about helping others. She is basically the best person to give your phone to.
You were alone, standing in front of your drawer, the silence rushing into you. On your hand a letter rested and you knew who the sender was. You knew him so well, that you started to drown in your own tears as the memories flowed back. The sunlight was blinding yet the corners of the room were dark, and you laid on the bed to calm your aching sense of nostalgia.
The letter had a lot of things to say, sweet nothings and explanations, but you wanted to stop reading when you reached the second paragraph. You knew everything from the start that the letter was going to hurt you more than it should, but you still opened it and read it. Your eyes lingered on each word, feeling every phrases and gulping as the minute passed. Soon enough, the sentences got heavier, and all you could do was whisper his name, praying that he might hear you.
Vernon was a boy you knew perfectly well that he haunted you in your dreams. And he knew you in such way like it almost felt that it was just meant to be. He easily passed through your walls and you quickly wiped his tears away, and you hoped that he could just be there when you wanted him. Soon enough, you became lovers and everyone knew. Days had endless happiness and in your head it was just you and Vernon, Vernon and you.
Then he just stopped talking to you one day. He just did, without any reason at all. You have given enough thought on him leaving you out like that, but you still managed to love him even though he wouldn’t give you a single glance. You were concerned but enough to wait for him to respond to you. But weeks passed, and Vernon became a boy you just knew, and you became someone else to him.
“What is this for? For apologizing? For explaining? I don’t need this,” you said as you searched for your phone in your purse and immediately dialed him. You waited for him to pick up the call, and when he did, you felt a surge of mixed emotions inside you.
“Hello? Vernon?” Your voice almost cracked as you said his name through the line. Vernon on the other hand, breathed nervously as he listened to you.
“Hey, uh, I see you have received the letter. I sent that with clear intentions so.”
“I’m glad you’re aware that you sent the letter on purpose, and I hope you also thought that this was useless. What we’re doing now is stupid. How could you just pop out of nowhere like this while I’m still trying to move on?”
“Let me explain.”
“No, don’t speak Vernon. What you’re trying to do here is wrong. We were wrong ever since. Now that it’s clear to me, to us, you don’t have to feel bad about what you’ve done.”
“Look, I just wanted to apologize. I wanted to explain that I didn’t mean to leave you like that,” you heard the sincerity in his tone, but you weren’t budging. You knew how it felt to be left, and a simple sorry wasn’t going to be enough for the sleepless nights.
“Didn’t mean to leave me? I saw you every blessed day and not once did you look at me after you told me you loved me. You lied to me. I became a plaything to you. How could you?”
“I never lied okay? I just left and-”
“You ‘just’ left? Well I guess it was that easy for you to leave me.”
“Will you listen to me? Please? I feel so bad about everything I’ve done to make you cry. I really do. And I want you to forgive me but I don’t know how to make it up to you at all.”
“Don’t have to. Do it when you realize that you loved me.”
“I loved you.” The tears fell hard as you heard him say the words you’ve always desired to hear. They felt real, so real that it almost made you forget that he has left you. Your cries were heard, and all he could respond was silence.
“I loved you, I really did.”
“Vernon I loved you too. But now that I heard you, I can’t feel anything. The past, was it real? Were we meant to meet to fall in love? Or were we meant to hurt each other like this?” You told him between breaths of air. You struggled to keep your pride but your emotions were not having it with you.
“Tell me Vernon, tell me.”
“I don’t know. But all I know is that I met you, and that I loved you.” His voice cracked, and you heard him ache for you. You both needed this talk, though it was painful, you felt like it was the last piece to make you complete again.
“I loved you, I did back then. I always thought that it was only you and me but, it wasn’t going to come true, not now, not ever.”
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“I’m not going to say that it’s fine, but I’ll try.” You said as your wiped your tears with a heavy sigh. You pondered with your emotions, was this all that you’ve wanted to say?
You heard a cough at the other end of the line, “Yes?”
“This closure, it hurts. I love you, I still do.”
“I feel the same.”
“But it can’t be.”
He paused and you felt that is going to be painful for the two of you again. “What do you mean it can’t be?”
“I love you so much Vernon, that I could forget the mistakes you’ve done just to be with you right now. But this much, this will hurt me. I need time. I need to love myself.” Your eyes shed a tear slowly. “I love you Vernon. But I need this.”
“I can love you more than you need. Please, let me love you right this time. Give me some time. I know I can.”
“But it won’t be enough. I’m sorry Vernon. Maybe someday, when our lines are to meet again, maybe we could say our feelings without anything holding us back. For now, please, let me heal.”
“I… I understand. Thank you, I love you. I love you, for the last time.”
“And so did I Vernon. I loved you. Goodbye.” You heard the silence around you, this time, calm and protecting. Your phone found itself on the floor as your body dug deeper on the bed, loving the feeling of being alone but complete. The closure was painful but it was the last step, so that you could find yourself and somehow find him in the process as well.
You absolutely had no doubts about it. Mint green was officially your favorite
Just because of several reasons.
You liked how the color mint green looked so
refreshing. The color literally gave life to your life. Currently, mint green
was the color of your nailpolish, the color of your phonecase (which was
already getting damaged because the case was protecting your precious phone every single day) and ofcourse the color
of the walls in your lovely, cozy apartment.
But that was not the main reason you liked mint green.
It was because of a certain young fellow, who happened
to have the color of, surprise, surprise, mint green hair.
The name of this young fellow was Min Yoongi. Being
the teasing brat you were, you sometimes even called him Mint Yoongi, finding the nickname quite hilarious. However Yoongi
thought the opposite of it, so everytime you’d call him Mint Yoongi, he’d scoff
at the nickname and stare at you in disbelief.
Being a coffee barista in a small coffee shop was not
that exciting. Most of the time, you were just standing behind the cash
register, taking orders of customers who desperately wanted their morning
coffee so that they could survive their morning without being tired and
Every customer was the same, or so you thought it was.
It would be mostly around 10 AM, when the first grumpy customer would enter the
coffee shop and order a strong cup of cappuccino. Sometimes customers would be
even making fun of your mint green nail polish, saying that the color was too
bright to fit the color of your skin. Or that the color was too bright for your
But when Min Yoongi entered the small coffee shop for
the first time in his life, ordering a frappuccino as he looked at you with
those lovely small brown orbs and complimented the color of your nail polish,
you were fully convinced that not all the customers were the same as you thought.
Amongst all those flowers that looked exactly the
same, there would be always that special flower that would stand out.
Min Yoongi was that special flower.
After your first encounter with the mint green haired
boy, you found him regularly visiting the coffee shop, ordering his Frappuccino
as usually. You learned that he moved into town to finish his Arts major at the
Seoul National University, specializing in photography. He simply admired you
when you told him that you were majoring in Law, specializing to be an
advocate, also at the same university as Yoongi’s.
You soon became friends with Yoongi, to the point that
he would visit your apartment often. When he made his first visit, he was
really amazed at the color of your walls (which was mint green ofcourse). When
Yoongi was looking at your family pictures that were hanging on the mint green
walls of your living room, you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at the
mint green haired boy, amazed by his facial features. You adored his jawline,
which was not too sharp but also not too squishy. That small pout on his lips
and the little frown he had when he was looking at the 9-years old you on the
family photo that was the most precious to you. And not to forget, his mint
green hair that was sparkling the grey surroundings of Seoul whenever he’d walk
on the streets. You loved his mint green hair the most.
There was a moment when you wondered why he died his
hair mint green. Although mint green was your favorite color, you would never die your hair in that color. When
you finally asked Yoongi why he died his hair mint green, he just chuckled and
looked at you with his gummy smile, while saying,
because. I like to stand out in a simple way”.
After that, you adored him even more.
Soon, you found yourself falling for him. Slowly, but
deeply. However, you did not want to sacrifice your friendship just because of
your silly crush, so you decided to keep quiet. Besides, Yoongi did not even
like you back, so what is the point of telling him?
That’s what you
“So, what do you want to do on your rare free day
off?”, Yoongi asked you, absentmindedly stroking your soft hair while you were
laying down on his lap. It was an early Saturday evening and you guys were just
being lazy in your living room, watching this variety show called ‘We Got
Married’, and sometimes you couldn’t help but cringe at the clingy celebrities.
“I don’t know. Doing this is just fine actually”, you
answered Yoongi as you looked up to him, your heart skipping a beat as you saw
his beautiful orbs looking down on you. Honestly for you, it did not really
matter. As long as Yoongi was by your side, you were fine. Even if that meant watching
We Got Married together. Yay.
“Are you sure? Because you’re cringing every two
seconds watching this show”, Yoongi laughed, revealing his gummy smile that you
really loved seeing. You just shrugged your shoulders.
“I have to admit that I’m not really fond of this
show. But you apparently love watching it so it’s fine to me”, you said, giving
him a soft smile.
“It’s interesting to see how idols are behaving when
they are in a married relationship…”, Yoongi mumbled to himself, but it was
loud enough for you to hear. You raised both your brows, and you suddenly had
this urge to ask him about it.
And so you did.
“When the time comes, do you want to marry that
special someone you’ll love?”, you asked him with a soft voice, making him look
down on you again, but this time he was the one with his brows raised.
Yoongi then furrowed his brows a little, which he
always did when he was thinking seriously about something. Before you could
stop yourself, you were already observing his facial features again. You found
him strangely hot whenever he would think about something seriously, with his
brows raised and his nose cringed up.
“I think I would… Yes.”, Yoongi finally said after a
few seconds of good thinking, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of
having Yoongi as your husband, and
perhaps, the father of your children. Although being sassy and grumpy was his
favorite hobby, you also knew that he had a very caring heart. And that he had
this strange love for Kumamon deep inside of him.
“Why are you smiling like that?”, the mint green
haired boy suddenly asked, and you could feel your cheeks slowly getting hot
all of a sudden. Crap.
“O-oh. It’s nothing!”, you answered him, a little bit
too fast you assumed, by seeing the way he was looking at you. “I was just
thinking about you being a husband and a father”, you said as you could feel
yourself smile again. “You’d be a nice husband and a father, Yoongi”.
Yoongi looked at you in awe. He wasn’t expecting those
words coming out of your mouth,
considering the fact that you were a teasing bitch 90% of the time he spent
“You’d think so?”, Yoongi asked you, still surprised
by those words you said a few seconds ago. You nodded with a wide grin as you
sat up, eying him as you settled yourself next to him.
“Ofcourse! Why are you so surprised?”, you scoffed as
you hit him lightly on his arm. Yoongi chuckled softly, rubbing the spot where
you hit him as he looked down with a smile.
“It’s just because you always tease me and never give
me compliments like that. I have to get used to that.”
Your smile faded as you heard him saying those words,
realizing that you have been hiding your affection and adoration for him all
along. Or well, teasing him was your way of showing that you liked him. Not
only as a friend, it was so much more than that. You liked him so much, it was
hurting you in all places.
No. You didn’t like Yoongi. You loved him. You loved him so much.
You suddenly cupped both of his cheeks in your palms,
lifting his head so he was looking at you straight in the eyes. You then
caressed his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but enjoy feeling the soft skin of
his pale cheeks against your palms.
“Yoongi, please don’t misunderstand. You are the
greatest person I have ever met on this damn planet. From the day you stepped
into that coffee shop, you’re fascinating me in many ways a person can be
fascinated. You’re literally the only person of which I actually enjoy being
with. And you know how I normally don’t like the presence of people.
You are the first one who complimented my mint green
colored nail polish. Fuck, you are the first one who adores my love for the
color mint green, while before people used to laugh at me for loving that
You are the first one who actually complimented the 9
years old me on that family picture, while my other friends, can I even call
them my friends, laughed at me because I looked silly in that mint green
bathing suit on the beach. Not to mention that my fore teeth were missing”.
You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your cheeks
until Yoongi brushed them away with this thumbs. However, that did not stop you
from talking further.
“When I literally lost hope in humanity, you came in
my life by walking through the front door of the coffee shop. You’re so special
you know that? When I saw your beautiful photographs for the first time in your
apartment, I adored you for having such a passion like that. Like, I can’t
imagine myself having such a passion about something so beautiful and special
You’re so damn special Yoongi. I love you so much.
But, you probably don’t feel the same about me, so I-“
“Idiot. You fucking idiot”, Yoongi interrupted you,
caressing your cheek with one hand as he placed the other at the back of your
neck, bringing you closer to him, the gap between you and him closing.
“How long I waited for you to say those three damn
words, fuck Y/N…”, he whispered against your lips, before fully planting his on
You widened your eyes as you felt his lips moving
against yours, your heart beating like crazy while your mind was in a complete
chaos. Your lips were frozen against his for a few seconds, but soon afterwards
you found yourself closing your eyes, automatically putting your arms around
his neck, your hands slightly brushing his mint green hair. Feeling Yoongi’s
lips melting against yours like this, it felt like you were on cloud 9, and you
wanted to make this blissful feeling last forever.
Somehow the kiss became more heated now, as you felt
Yoongi’s hands moving up and down your waist, and you strangely found yourself
enjoying the feeling of his hands on you. Yoongi suddenly let go of your lips,
and you whined against the loss of his lips, making him chuckle softly as he
pinched the side of your waist, making you shriek.
“That was for keeping your feelings a secret, baby”,
Yoongi whispered in your ear, before moving his lips from your earlobe to your
jawline, and then to your neck, peppering it with little butterfly kisses. Your eyes immediately closed as you felt his
soft lips pressing on the sweet spots of your neck, and you couldn’t help but
let out a soft moan as he sucked on that
Your hands unconsciously moved to his soft hair,
grabbing it as you still felt his lips peppering your neck with deep kisses.
You made a mental note to yourself that you had to wear a turtleneck to work
the next morning, because you were sure that those hickeys won’t be
“This… thing. It’s in the way”, Yoongi mumbled in your
neck as he tucked on your white plain t-shirt. You giggled at his eagerness,
letting him go out of your embrace as you grabbed the hem of your shirt and
pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor afterwards.
The next thing you saw was Yoongi literally scanning
the naked upper half of your body with predator-like eyes, and you assumed he
was probably surprised of the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath
“Are you serious, Y/N? No bra?”
“I never wear bras when I’m home. They’re a little bit
uncomfortable if I wear them too long”, you simply answered as you shrugged.
Yoongi gave you a small smirk, scooting closer to you while licking his pink
“Good. As from now, you won’t need them anyways”, he
winked at you, before putting his arms underneath your waist and legs, picking
you up in bride style, taking you by surprise.
As Yoongi carried you to your bedroom in bridal style,
you found yourself looking at his facial features again. However this time, your eyes were filled with only lust, and
you couldn’t wait to have Yoongi hovering over your body, making you scream his
name like a mantra over and over again.
Hell yeah, you were definitely ready for it.
He softly put you on the bed, treating you like a
porcelain doll that could break any moment. Seeing him looking down at you with
loving eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at him, your adoration for him growing
even more. And here you thought your adoration for Yoongi couldn’t get bigger.
Guess you were wrong.
However, before you could get to the ‘real deal’ with
Yoongi now (which basically was getting laid by him), you needed to know something. Just to be sure. So before he
could go down on you again, you asked the question that was burning on your
tongue ever since he kissed you on the couch.
“How long, Yoongi? How long have you been liking me?”
Yoongi pouted his lips and furrowed his brows, and you
knew that he was thinking of an answer to your question.
“Hmm, who knows? I’m not entirely sure…”, Yoongi
softly whispered as he bumped his nose against yours, which made you giggle
“But the thing that I definitely know for sure is that when I stepped into that coffee
shop for the first time, you were the most beautiful coffee barista that I had
Okay, that was it. You decided that his answer was
fair enough, so you eagerly put your arms around his neck and pulled him down,
his lips dangerously close to yours. However, you decided not to kiss him fully
on his pink lips, but you kissed the corner of his mouth, moving your lips to
his earlobe, giving it a soft bite before whispering a little “show me how much you love me” in his
ear. As you felt him shudder at your whispering voice against his ear shelf,
you smirked out of victory.
Sadly, that smirk of victory soon disappeared as he
ground his hips against yours, feeling his hardened member in his pants
touching your semi-dripped clothed core. Getting rid of those damn clothes was
your next mission, you decided.
You eagerly moved your hands to the hem of his shirt,
tugging at it with a little whine. He immediately understood your signal, so he
pulled his shirt over his head in a swift motion and threw it on the floor when
it was completely off. You were totally in awe, your mouth hanging slightly
agape as you saw his slightly toned abs and his smooth, flawless pale skin on
his naked upper half.
Yoongi gave you an evil smirk as he saw you observing
the naked upper half of his body. “Like what you see, babe?”, he winked at you,
and you couldn’t help but scoff at his cockiness, before actually pulling him
back down again and rolling over so that you were on top of him now. You
straddled his lap as you slowly touched the soft skin on his chest, drawing
invisible circles on it and bringing your lips to it. You then kissed and
sucked the fuck out of his chest, making dark purple and red hickeys on his
snow white skin.
When you heard Yoongi’s soft moans, you decided that
those moans were the most beautiful sound you had ever heard in your whole damn
After peppering his chest and stomach with little
butterfly kisses, you lowered your lips to that
specific area, hearing Yoongi’s breath becoming more uneven as you became
dangerously close to the area where he wanted you the most. You looked up at
him and give him a little wink before unbuckling the belt of his pants and
opening the zipper. Within a few seconds, his pants were completely off,
leaving the mint green haired guy only in his black boxers. You licked your
lips at the sight of him, laying down vulnerable with just one little piece of
You suddenly felt the urge to be the dominant one in
this game. But little did you know, that Yoongi had other plans with you.
So before you could even realize it, Yoongi already
had you pinned down on the mattress, so that you were now underneath him. It
was now his time to wink at you, before kissing his way down to your dropping
core, which was actually still clothed because you still had your pants on. You
moved your hands to the zipper of your jeans, wanting to take the piece of
clothing off as soon as possible. However, before you could lower down your
zipper, Yoongi grabbed your hand as he shook his head softly with a smirk
plastered on his face.
“No no no. Don’t be so eager. We’re going slowly. Just the way you like”.
How does he know that-
Oh. You remember.
Like, how could you forget the fact that Yoongi once
barged into your house with his mint green head all drunk of the soju, wanting
to do you right there on the spot. And ofcourse, the only words you were able to let out were,
“No Yoongi. Not
like this. I like to take things slow”.
Well, right now, you started to slowly regret saying
those words. Seeing Yoongi pulling down your pants in the slowest way possible was really torturous. Especially if you were
literally leaking right there on the spot.
You sighed out of relief when those damn pants were
finally off of you, enjoying the feeling of the cold surface of your sheets
against your hot skin. However, you couldn’t enjoy it for a long time, as you
could feel Yoongi opening both of your legs, sneaking between them as he
reached for the spot where you needed him the most.
He touched your clothed core with his pale fingers,
snickering as he heard you let out a breathy moan at his touch, proving how
sensitive you were right now.
“Wow baby, you’re already dripping wet and I haven’t
even touched you properly yet”, Yoongi remarked as he looked up to you, that
damn smirk still plastered on his face.
You literally groaned as you grabbed his mint green
hair and pushed his head towards your aching core. You were so done with his teasing attitude.
“Then make work of it. Like, right now Yoongi”, you groaned, not giving a damn anymore about how
desperate you were being right now. Right now, the only thing you wanted was
Yoongi making you feel good. Nothing more, nothing less.
And you thanked the heavens when he finally obliged, feeling Yoongi pulling
your panties down as he softly kissed the insides of your thighs. He also took
his own boxers off while he was at it, sighing as he felt the cold air of your
bedroom against his sensitive hardened member.
As you looked at his member, with half-lidded eyes,
you had to admit that he was actually bigger than you originally thought.
The mint green haired guy then hovered over your tiny
body, spreading your legs so that he could have better access to your dripping
core. You put your arm around his half-sweaty neck, softly moaning in his ear
as you grinded your hips against his, teasing yourself with the feeling of his
member grinding against your wet lips.
“Yoongi, please. I need you. Right now.”
As you said those words, you could hear Yoongi let out
a soft groan, softly feeling up down there to check if you were wet enough. But
you were so worked up that you did not even need the foreplay anymore. And
seeing how hard Yoongi was right now, he probably did not need it either.
So the moment was now right here. The mint green
haired boy, on whom you had a crush for 4 months long, was now hovering over
your naked, sweaty body in your
bedroom, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the actual irony.
“Why the fuck are you laughing when I’m about to slam
my dick in you now?”, Yoongi asked with a hoarse voice, and you swore that you
could feel yourself even getting wetter after hearing his voice in that tone.
“I’ll tell you later. Now slam it into me, Yoongi”, you whispered seductively in his ear.
Who was Yoongi to reject such a beautiful request?
So he did. He finally thrusted his member into your
core, and you both moaned at the overwhelming feeling of this connection. You
realized that this was the closest to Yoongi that you could ever get. Him
hovering over you with his member in you, his fingers intertwining with yours
as he was looking at you with half-lidded eyes that were nonetheless still
filled with love, and you still could feel your heart skip a beat while looking
at his beautiful eyes. Even in a situation like this.
He slowly thrusted his member in and out of you, and
you moaned at this amazing feeling
that you felt in the pit of your stomach. It has been a while since your last
time having sex, so this feeling of ecstasy had you feeling like you were on
cloud 9. As the seconds went by, Yoongi’s thrust became more irregular, and you
knew that he was closer to his orgasm right now by the way he groaned, gripping
your hips so tightly that you already knew that those bruises would stay there
for a good three days.
Seeing him thrusting in and out of you like that,
sensually moving his hips back and forth while those tiny, little drops of
sweat fell down from his slightly dampened mint green hair was enough to get
you very close to your high. So when he moved his fingers to your swollen clit,
rubbing circles on it as inside of you, he hit your special spot with his
member, you couldn’t take it anymore. By then, you literally screamed out his name, scratching his
perfectly pale back, which was now not so perfectly pale anymore because of
your sharp scratches.
After a few more thrusts, you finally reached your
high, and it was the best orgasm you
ever had in your whole life. You screamed out his name in full bliss, closing
your eyes tightly with your toes all curled up as you let the feeling of
ecstasy overwhelm you.
A few seconds later, you felt Yoongi spurting his
substance in you with one last thrust, groaning loudly with your name coming
out of his lips, riding his orgasm out before finally collapsing on you with
all of his weight, his member still in you. He was a little bit heavy, but you
were too tired to nudge him away.
After two minutes of regaining your breaths, Yoongi
pulled out of you and rolled off of you, laying down on his back as he eyed the
white ceiling of your bedroom with a sheepish smile. And ofcourse, seeing him
smiling sheepishly like that, you couldn’t help but smile too. His smiles
always worked contagious, no matter in what situation.
“So, Y/N…”, Yoongi murmured as he grabbed your waist
with his arm, scooting you closer to him, and you happily nuzzled your face in
his chest that was now covered in small, but dark hickeys. “Tell me now, why
were you laughing just now?”, he whispered in your ear before planting a soft
kiss on the top of your head, and you could feel your smile getting bigger.
“Just because… A few hours ago, I didn’t even dare to
think of you being in my bed like this”. You could hear Yoongi chuckle at your
answer as he tugged you even closer in his arms.
“Well, I surely didn’t dare to think of it either…”,
he laughed tiredly as he stroked your hair lazily, and you slightly enjoyed the
The four words Yoongi then said afterwards were
probably the cause that made you fall asleep with a huge smile plastered on
Stiles’ screams echoed
through the night sky as my body suddenly took control, my silver eyes scanning
through the road as my legs pushed on. I had no idea how I had managed to leave
the rest of my friends behind, and somehow ended up in the middle of the road,
with only one goal in mind: finding Stiles. Consciously, I had no idea what was
going on, but somehow something in the back of my mind and the pit of my
stomach told me he was in danger. My vision darkened for a second before I
found myself standing in the middle of the school parking lot, just a few feet
away from the unmistakable jeep. I gasped and somehow managed to regain control
as I watched Stiles run off toward the school, a boy hissing and chasing after
“Stiles!” I cried out,
following after. My eyes widened and my body seemed to hesitate in disbelief as
I watched the boy I now recognized to be Donovan stop and turn to face me. He
huffed through gritted, pointed teeth, blood pouring from his mouth before he
hissed and ran after Stiles once again.
“Stiles!” I called out,
running in through a different entrance. At this point, I was following
instinct as I ran through the dark, vacant hallways of the school. My heart
beat pumped hard against my chest in both fear and panic, the adrenaline
enhancing my hearing as I continued to push on my legs that begged to stop. I
came to a screeching halt as I realized what I had gotten myself into.
Okay. Listen up my peeps, my internet brethren, my fellow digital warriors.
Don’t use your fingerprint to unlock your phone.
There are a lot of reasons for this, but I think the most compelling reason is
YOUR FINGERPRINT CAN BE STOLEN*. YOU CAN CHANGE A PASSWORD IF IT GETS STOLEN. YOU CAN’T CHANGE A FINGERPRINT.
*By stolen I mean taken, hacked, uploaded from the data storage. Once someone has stolen your fingerprint, you can’t get it back or use it in an instance where you might want the high-security level a fingerprint can provide. Like a safe.
ALSO. Thanks to some super weird loopholes in laws (because just about all the laws we (the United States) have regarding technology are precedence built up on eavesdropping laws made in the colonial era of the US? Which in turn are based on laws from Elizabethan era Britain? Doesn’t it just make you feel super safe and like your political and judicial system has totally kept up with the times**?), you can be compelled without a warrant to unlock your phone with a fingerprint but NOT if you use a passcode or a pin. Not that you couldn’t challenge the fingerprint thing in court, and probably win, but the laws that protect information on your phone from unlawful search and seizure only explicitly mention passcodes.
**On a related note: Any unopened email stored on a server (like probably any email service you use) does not require a warrant after 3 months. The government just has to ask the server owner nicely to turn over the information. Most server owners (like Google) will not do this without a warrant. Because our laws about search and seizure for electronic mail were made in the 80s when you had to download your mail to your own computer to read it.
The important take away here is:
Don’t use your fingerprint to lock your phone.
and also Apple’s face unlock is a bad idea for the same reason.
[Characters] Jeon Jungkook & The Boys || You || Chung Areum (Plays as 2nd friend) || Park Siyeon (1st friend) || Lee Hyerim (4th friend)
[A/N] It’s getting closer to October, meaning closer to my birthday and HALLOWEEN. I love Halloween tbh. Favorite holiday.
You shivered, clinging onto your nearest friend out of your clique. “[F/N], do we really have to go into a haunted house, [F/N]?” You whimpered, shaking her arm lightly.
It was the day of Halloween, and your school hadn’t scheduled any classes for today, or for the next two days. “Of course, [Y/N]! It isn’t that bad!” She replied, slightly scared herself but wanted to act tough.
“[Y/N], it won’t be that bad. Plus, I heard we aren’t the only one’s besides the monsters in there, scaredy cat~” The second member of your clique, Areum, teased. The last one of the four of laughed, nudging her.
“Yeah, you were so prepared that you decorated your dorm with scary decor a month before Halloween. Aha!” The fourth, Hyerim (Not from Wonder Girls or Fix My Blue series by me) laughed, her laugh booming. “That isn’t funny! I like Halloween fairly, thank you very much!” You gave you infamous pout and jammed both index fingers on her shoulder.
“I did too. But I’ll admit I am a little scared” The friend you trusted the most, Siyeon, looked up at the haunted house after looking at the line. “…Me too…” The second member breathed, amazed at how big the house was.
“I’ll be the last to get scared. I’ll protect you! Make sure your phones are on just in case [Y/N] runs off like last year!” The fourth teased again, pinching your cheek.
“It was a clown! I hate clowns so I ran off, I was scared!” You defended. “Okay, here we are” Siyeon pried you off her arm and went to go get you and your friends in. She turned around with bracelets and you and your friends put them on as you got inside.
You clung to Siyeon, scared for your life and heart pounding. Behind you was a group of boys, seven at most, who looked like jocks. They had a sports jacket on that’d you wear around school.
“I have an idea~” Hoseok, the goofiest member of the seven, laughed as he whispered. “ Jungkook listened, and tilted his head, “What is it?” Hoseok whispered to the listening boys, and soon smirked and/or laughed at the prank.
“I’ll do it!” Jungkook volunteered, smirking to himself. “Good luck, Kookie!” Hoseok gave a thumbs up and they slowed the group’s walking a little. Jungkook crept up behind you slowly and silently down the narrow, long hallway, and when he got close enough, he strikes.
“Boo!” He put his hands on your shoulders and drags you back a little. “SIYEON-AH! HELP ME!” You scream as if you were waiting to say it. The two groups stop, the one full of boys laughing loudly.
Your friends turn around and Areum sneers, “It’s Jungkook!” Siyeon hugs you, stroking your hair. You got too terrified and you were shivering but not crying. Hyerim bounced over shoving Jungkook back with his friends, “Stay in your group! Apologize!”
You turned to face Jungkook and his eyes widened, his breath hitching. “It’s okay,” You laugh, “Good one, good one Jungkook!” You held out your hand. He shook it, and the boys oohed at Jungkook, looking at him with a smug grin or smirk.
“T-Thanks!” Jungkook blushed, feeling heated. Was it hot in here or is it just him? “We have to go, jagiya, come on! We still have a party to go to and so much more!” Aruem takes your wrist and locking it under her arm.
You and your friends skip off, Siyeon waving them goodbye. “Wow…” Jungkook breathed, swooning. “Help him! He’s lovesick! We need a doctor!” Taehyung joked, shaking the dazed Jungkook.
“I’ll be the doctor! Move out of the way!” Jin joked as well, examining him and walking along to follow the Jungkook that was following your friends. “I’ve found a cure!” Jin smirked.
“Don’t tell me it’s more of those corny puns and jokes, Jin!” Yoongi smiled, clearly enjoying himself. “It isn’t! The cure is her!” Jin said. “Fair enough. I’m liking Areum already though~” Namjoon smirked.
“Not you too!” Hoseok hugged Namjoon’s arm, and Jimin artificially fainted. Taehyung gently slapped Jungkook with a piece of candy, faking, “Snap out of it! I can’t afford Jungkook to get a girl before me!”
Sooner or later, you and your friends and Jungkook and his friends make it out alive, but scared. “See, it wasn’t so bad. Let’s go eat~” Hyerim shook, smoothing down her ruffled hair after getting into several fights with the monsters in there.
“Y-Yeah! I’m pretty hungry~” You smiled, and headed over to the food section. “Guys, guys! She’s heading to the food section of this place! Perfect opportunity!” Hoseok shook one of them.
“Well, let’s go! What are we waiting for?” Namjoon said, and the seven hurried to catch up to your clique. You and your friends had gotten pizza, and sat at a long table.
“I’m having so much fun, tonight guys. True story to tell, girls~” Areum leaned, smiling. “I agree! Remember when Hyerim kicked the jack in the box, ahahahaha!” You laughed, covering your mouth to compress your laughs with the girls.
“Shouldn’t have scared me then” Hyerim flipped her hair. Just a few steps away were the boys. They too, had pizza, because why not? “Let’s go eat with them!” Jimin pleaded.
“Fine!” Namjoon went over to your table, and sat next to the four of you, interrupting your conversations. You four silenced, looking over at the seven who normally began talking.
“Oh, hello there” Taehyung waved, smiling at you and the girls. Jungkook pushed Jin over and sat between you and Jin. “Hello, again Jungkook!~” You chimed, smiling.
“H-Hey! What’s your name?” Jungkook asked, his heart beating fast. “[Y/N], I’m the second youngest among my friends,” You point to each friend as you now say, “Siyeon, Aruem, Hyerim.”
They wave, Aruem winking and waving. Jungkook shyly waved back. “How about!” Hoseok stood, looking at us, “We all hang out together tonight! Oh, and what school do you go to?”
Siyeon answered, tucking a hair lock behind her ear, “Same school as you do. We knew you seven went here via social media.” Jimin gaped, “We never see you around!”
Aruem drooped her eyelids, now not surprised, “Jimin, we have history and class together.” Jimin squinted, and then gasped, “You’re who everyone is talking about in that class!”
Areum rolled her eyes. “Well, now that we all are hanging out for tonight, I don’t think we should go to the party” Siyeon turned back to her girls. “Yeah! That party sounds lame actually” Hyerim said.
“I agree” You said, cutting your conversation with Jungkook for a short time to eat. “Let’s all go trick or treating!” Aruem proposed. “Yes!” Taehyung cheered, clapping.
The 11 teens threw away their trash and took to the streets. You had fun, ending up at Aruem’s dorm to exchange candy and check it as well. Everyone soon disbanded, and you were left with a sleeping Aruem and Jungkook.
“I’m going to go to my dorm,” you stood, “I suggest you go home too.” Jungkook stood hastily, “I’ll go too! I mean, I’ll walk you there first!” You smiled warmly and nodded.
Jungkook followed you to your dorm, his pinky occasionally touching your palm. When you got there, Jungkook mentally whined, he didn’t want this night to end yet.
“I’ve had a lot of fun tonight, Jungkook” You smiled up at him. “I-I did too!” He nodded. “I’m glad you did” You smirked, taking advantage of his flustered face and kissing his cheek.
Jungkook nearly fainted, getting dizzy. You winked, “See you sometime!” You blushed and grinned, closing the door to your dorm. Jungkook rubbed his cheek, happy he scared you.
The Turning Point - Suicide Attempt + Edward Nygma (Reader Insert)
Ok, let’s be serious for once, because this is a very serious topic. Underneath you’ll find a story about a suicide attempt. Without flowers or nice words - just the bitter reality and how some of you may feel. If you have any life struggles, remember, you can contact me anytime. I’m here for you, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!