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The total solar eclipse and Native Americans.

Tomorrow is the the total solar eclipse. For those of you that don’t know, I am half Navajo on my mothers side, and I am Prairie Band Potowatomi, Sac and Fox, Kickapoo, and Shawnee on my fathers side. According to Navajo culture and lore, when a solar or lunar eclipse occurs, Navajo people must stay inside and not look at the eclipse. To Navajo people the sun and the moon are sacred spirits and when they overlap in an eclipse we must respect this unison by staying inside sitting quietly, praying and reflecting upon ourselves. The spirits are performing their own ceremony and we must not eat, drink water, or go about our daily activities. Navajo people believe that if a Navajo person does not give respect to these spirits and go out during the eclipse, looking at the eclipse, or not praying at home quietly (means no tv, no video games, no phone, not much talking, no playing with toys for kids) can lead to great misfortune to ones self or their family. We must give thanks to the creator and the other spirits that give us what we need to live in this world. So me and my family will not be outside peering at the sun and moon. We will be praying from the start of the eclipse to when it ends. It will be a long wait but this teaches us patience’s and teaches us to be thankful for the things we have. Some people may think this is a burden or think it silly but this has been apart of Navajo culture long before this country was formed. This also goes for a lot of tribes in the southwest. I know that the Pueblo’s and Apache’s have a similar outlook on the eclipse, but I am sure a lot of other tribes do as well. So please keep in mind that not everyone will be viewing the eclipse and to know that for some people around the world this eclipse is a representation of powerful spirits and forces that come together to bring blessings as well as teach us that we are all just children on mother earth in the presence of two amazing beings, and the creator.

A side note is that in New Mexico and Arizona, a lot of Native American students that are apart of the tribes not involving themselves in the eclipse are excusing students, or shutting down entire schools so students do not have to view the eclipse. I found this pretty amazing, but I wish that schools outside these areas, that have students of these tribe would do so as well. Some schools do not see it as a sacred event and will give unexcused absences or belittle students and parents for having their child skip school. But when push comes to shove these religious acts are protected by right to religion and schools are not allowed to infringe upon these ceremonial proceedings. Also certain businesses, and native gov'ts are letting their Native American staff members off for this day. “THE MORE YOU KNOW!”

For those of you viewing the eclipse… go buy the eclipse viewing glasses (but make sure they are the real deal because I heard their are fakes going around). I know you can also make a small hole on top of a box and cut a small viewing screen on the side to see the light coming through the pin hole to make a circle and just watch the light get blocked out by the moon. But there are other ways to view it without the glasses, but for the love of the creator, don’t just stare at the eclipse you can make yourself blind!

Thanks everyone!


Jewish Holidays in one sentence

Rosh HaShannah - Happy new year, now eat this apple with honey.

Yom Kippur - Sit quietly at home and contemplate your mistakes

Sukkot - Build weird huts and buy weird lemons.

Hannukah - Lights and oily food.

Tu BiShvat - Eat dried fruits and fight deforestation.

Purim - We avoided a genocide, go put on a costume.

Passover - We kinda avoided a genocide, stop eating bread for a week.

Lag BaOmer - Celebrate this failed rebellion with bonfires.

Shavuot - Dairy foods and Moses.

Tish’a BiAv - Romans fucking suck.

Tu BiAv - Jewish Valentine’s Day

saturn in the houses

first house - saturn in the first house can seem like a very negative placement, because the shadow of saturn is cast on your identity, outlook and personality. and it’s true, this placement can make you come across quite stern or perhaps even cold or standoffish. you may be shy or just quiet, and you’re probably very mature for your age too, which can make things tricky. but, saturn in the first house also brings a surprisingly good sense of humour, sympathy and straightforwardness that will serve you well if you can put it all to good use. you more than likely have a serious outlook on life, and this can lead to negative thinking patterns and self-confidence issues, but with self awareness, hard work and patience, you can master your troubles and learn to manage them well.

second house - when saturn resides in your second house, you may find that wealth is hard to come by. and this is wealth in all its forms, not just money, but possessions, and even your sense of self-worth. you may control your spending to your own detriment, or perhaps you simply prefer to save your money and invest it rather than spend it. you can struggle greatly with your self-worth, finding it hard to appreciate your own value. it’s important that you don’t focus too much on the material side of life, though it seems so heavy; if you let it, it’ll drag you down. instead, try to work on something that will bring you a sense of fulfilment and validation in your abilities.. it’ll be so much more worth it. learn to find comfort in your surroundings, rather than coldness.

third house - this placement makes for a serious student, maybe a stern sibling. you often appear older than your age, because of your quiet, sometimes cold manner. you study hard and take in a lot from those around you, listening very carefully to your peers and family. because of this, you learn a lot throughout your younger years, and may be quite wise for your age. the only trouble with early wisdom is it can feel like a burden, making your days heavy and gloomy. it’s important that you try to find enjoyment in little things, learn about what interests you, and make the most of your amazing talent for listening; people will love you for being able to hear them out fully, and that way, you won’t have to do too much talking yourself! this placement often shows talent and wisdom but difficulty showing it, so try to trust yourself and let go a little!

fourth house - in the fourth house, saturn can cast a shadow over your childhood and perhaps leave you feeling down about your past. you may have felt that your family were cold, harsh or impersonal and that feelings and warmth were out of bounds, leaving you struggling to express your emotions healthily as an adult. there’s a tendency to shut down emotionally with this placement, and you may find it hard to connect with your own nurturing side. however, saturn in the fourth house often shows that if you can overcome your own issues with caregiving, you will find yourself to be an incredibly nurturing person; just don’t see it as a responsibility or a task! learn to experience the joy of caring for another, of loving purely and platonically, and you’ll see what i mean. this placement also makes for a sensitive and loyal individual, who can quietly commit to their home and family.

fifth house - saturn in the fifth house can bring restrictions when it comes to self-expression, dating and love, spontaneity and playfulness. this may sound like a placement that screams buzzkill, sure, but there are many positives to it too; this placement brings patience, the ability to really back a good cause, and a quiet, slightly brooding sense of humour that can really light up the room. a lot of people think this placement is doomed to a loveless life or a misery existence, but this just isn’t true; saturn teaches, and its lessons here revolve around love, creation and exuberance. perhaps you need time to discover who and what you love in life, or you need to make a conscious effort towards learning to express your passions and communicate your feelings creatively. all in all, i really don’t see this as a bad placement, it just takes some getting used to. and when you’re used to it and can put your best foot forward, you’ll find happiness in abundance.

sixth house - saturn in the sixth house can indicate a few things; firstly, that you have an enviable work ethic; secondly, that you may struggle with niggling health issues, and thirdly, that you can suffer from having the weight of the world on your shoulders. that being said though, i think this is one of the better placements of saturn, as long as you don’t give in to negativity and work addiction. you may feel you have a responsibility to do well, to work hard and achieve things, but in order to flourish, you must learn to work for your own pleasure and pride, rather than trying to get it from others. an important lesson to learn with this placement lies in recognising what is really healthy in life; the soul must be nourished as much as the body, mind and bank account, so be aware of your habits and let yourself relax once in a while!

seventh house - in the seventh house, saturn can have quite a harsh ring to it at times; but don’t worry, you aren’t doomed to a single life! in actuality, saturn here actually denotes very long-lasting, committed and comforting relationships, as long as you are willing to make some effort and learn some lessons beforehand. your relationships may be karmic experiences for you, and you may attract or be drawn to saturnian people. you may fear abandonment but push people away so you don’t have to feel the pain, you might struggle to open up to people and perhaps you’re a little cold in your relations with others. the first step to fixing any shortcoming is to be aware of it, and with seventh house placements it’s doubly important to reflect on your issues, where they come from and how to heal them and move on. and once you do, you’ll find relationships to be wonderful things, and may find you have a great head for business too, actually.

eighth house - in the eighth house, saturn can bring a lot of fears. fear of being out of control, or of being controlled, can be a major issue for you if you have this placement. you may be a very intense person who perhaps even fears yourself; the depths of your emotions and the intensity within you can be hard for saturn to handle, as chaos and control don’t mix very well. but if you can become aware of your issues, work on shedding them and becoming something new, you’ll start to see the good sides of this placement; and there are many. inner strength is a seemingly endless resource for you, and you can understand others easily because of your own deep feelings. your strength will help you to overcome whatever stands in your way, help you to heal and become powerful in whatever way you need to. transformation helps to dust off the negative side of this placement and polish its better traits.

ninth house - the lessons of saturn in the ninth house often revolve around the mind; specifically, the opening and closing of it. saturn here can indicate a practical-minded person who prefers to keep their feet on the ground than have their head in the clouds, and there’s nothing wrong with this at all! but all work and no play makes for a dull life, and by keeping your mind closed to new possibilities, you lose the chance at learning and expanding on your perceptions and experiences. saturn in the ninth house brings a brilliantly sharp mind and a huge wealth of knowledge if they let it in, as well as commendable wisdom and a steady outlook on life that can help others greatly. it takes time to build these traits, but keeping an open mind and heart will help a lot, and you’ll know when it’s working because you’ll be able to call on your intuition, knowledge and experiences to judge and advise on situations, without lecturing or preaching.

tenth house - saturn in the tenth house can seem like a very natural, easy placement, as it is in its own house. however, i think any planet close to the midheaven is under a lot of scrutiny, and saturn especially can struggle with judgement. here in the tenth house, saturn can make you a focused, patient and hardworking individual who knows what they want and isn’t afraid of a bit of effort to achieve it. on the other hand, saturn often brings fear of failure and so you can struggle to commit to any one path, or perhaps find it very difficult to put your talents to use or see results from your hard work. these things, mixed with typical saturnian perfectionism, can make it hard for you to get going with your goals for sure, but be patient; working on your self-confidence will help immensely, as it’ll help you to stop caring so much about others’ opinions of your life. you can potentially come across a little cold, but underneath any protective layers you wear there’s a heart of gold that just needs a bit of love and care to come out.

eleventh house - in my opinion, this is one of the more difficult saturn placements, especially in youth. it can bring a deep sense of otherness, of being different to everyone around you. you may be quite asocial, or perhaps you’re very lonely, but either way, it can be hard for you to establish friendships with people your own age. perhaps you had to grow up quickly and so you feel older than your peers. the thing is though, if you can find real, true friends, you’ll keep them with you for life; you’re loyal, straightforward and kindhearted by nature, you just need someone who can return what you give. you may struggle with feeling you can’t match the expectations of those around you, and this fear of failure can even extend to your dreams and aspirations. but if you can cut yourself some slack and relax your ideals a little, you’ll find that it’s okay to just do enough, and to be yourself. it takes time, but this placement does have its perks.

twelfth house - saturn here brings difficulties in accepting reality for what it is. you can be burdened by guilt and anxiety without knowing the cause, and your fears and sensitivities can leave you reeling at times. however, with time, patience and work towards understanding yourself and your wounds, you can make great progress in healing and recovering, in order to make the most of your talents. there can be a double-edged sword with this placement in that you feel lonely and cut off from others but simultaneously find it hard to open up and really talk to people. this can easily spiral, so it’s important to get your feelings out somehow; perhaps through a diary or a blog, so you don’t have to actually talk to someone to express yourself. the lesson to learn here is that, yes, life is awful and painful, but it’s also beautiful and refreshing, and you can see both at once without becoming encumbered or fearful. it’s okay to be afraid, but you mustn’t let fear control you. watch the flowers and become one yourself, open up and bloom.

Ouija - (H/M)

This turned out A LOT longer than @dont-run-up and I first intended, but hopefully, everyone enjoys! Leave some comments letting us know what you thought of Incubus!Yoongi~~

Genre; Horror with that good S M UT 

Length; long af- 9,800+ words

Kink(s); A sprinkle of Master/Pet, impact play, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, light bondage, etc.

Originally posted by taes-nose-mole

12:00 a.m.
The time blared on your friend, Hee Young’s, phone screen. “Come on Y/n,” She jeered, keeping that eager grin and puppy-dog look in her eyes as she gently grasped your biceps, swaying you from side to side. “I wanna play! It’s just a game-” She added, pointing towards the newly purchased Ouija board that sat on your coffee table. Just the sight of it rushed a wave of uneasiness over you.

Shaking your head, your brows furrowed slightly, “I don’t know-” You replied, as anxiety laced your words. “My grandma always told me to steer clear of them, they could allow things into your home and life.”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t really believe all that nonsense, do you?” She asked, giggling through her words while she began to open the board’s box. Unlike you, she was a full-blown skeptic; she wasn’t a believer in anything paranormal, so Ouija was just a game to her and nothing more than that.

God did you wish you could dismiss it the way she could.
Though you had never personally experienced anything ghost-wise, you knew plenty of people that had. “Ahh I do, but..” You began, sighing as you decided to give in despite your better judgment, “But I guess we can play, just for a little, at least.”

Heeyoung excitedly clapped while smiling like a dork as she lifted the onyx and pearl colored board and planchette out. “Don’t worry,” She sweetly said, recognizing the nervous expression that painted your face as she placed it onto the glass. “It’s just a game.”

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Drinks with co-workers

I always enjoy a night out with my co-workers. We have a nice tight knit group of ten or so who try to go out for dinner and drinks a half dozen times per year. Most times, the conversation centered around work - gossip, office scandal, promotions, etc. and as the night progressed we would move to dancing and some light flirting usually until last call. Hangovers the next day were a given. On this particular night I was seated at one end of the table with Michael and Chris two of my good friends from work. We drank and told stories did some dancing and finally it was last call so we downed a few shots before Chris suggested we go back to his place for one more drink.
“Sounds good to me!” I replied. We wasted no time getting a cab and Chris got into the front seat to offer directions so Michael and I jumped into the back. Within moments of driving off from the pub, Michael’s hand was on my thigh and I opened my legs just wide enough for him to find my pussy without giving the driver too much of a show. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as Michael’s fingers worked magic on my clit an now very wet slit I nearly came in the short cab ride. Walking into Chris’ apartment, I felt a wave of excitement wash over me I immediately excused myself to go to the bathroom where I quickly checked my makeup and freshened up. Returning to the kitchen I found Chris pouring us all a drink. The guys went to the living room to sit down. I sat down between the two guys and Michael immediately started fondling my breasts. Chris seemed a bit hesitant so I told him to suck my tits as Michael removed my top. He needed no further prompt than that, quickly taking my breast into his mouth and sucking it. My pussy started to ache with anticipation. Lucky it didn’t have to wait long.
Michael stood up and helped me to my feet so I could unzip my skirt. It dropped to the floor and I quickly sat back down on the couch. Chris continued sucking my tits as Michael spread my legs and kissed his was up my inner thigh until he reached my waiting pussy. We had worked together for 3 years and despite flirtations in the past this was the first time they had ever done anything like this. I reached down and started fumbling with Chris’ belt, eager to get my hands on his cock. I pulled it out and started caressing it, enjoying feeling him getting harder. “I want to suck your cock” I said getting down on my knees in front of him and taking his hard cock in my mouth. I licked the length of it, and took it deep into my throat as he moaned with pleasure. Behind me I could hear Michael getting undressed. I paused and turned just as Michael pulled his cock out and walked over to me. I immediately started sucking it. His cock was different to Chris’ much longer and wider. I gagged on Michael’s cock for a minute before going back to Chris’ I kept going back and forth until Chris sat back down on the couch. I then bent over to continue sucking his cock while Michael positioned himself behind me. His monster cock found my dripping wet pussy and almost instantly I was having an intense orgasm. I was trying to pay close attention to sucking Chris’ cock but feeling Michael’s cock stretch me open was just too much and caused me to momentarily lose focus. Soon we found a rhythm and I was doing a good job of sucking in time with the thrusts. The feeling of fullness in both my mouth and pussy was exactly what I needed. I could tell Chris was close to busting. I sucked him for all I was worth and was rewarded with the sweet taste of his cum as he filled my mouth I sucked every last drop from the tip. Just then Michael’s hands grabbed harder onto my hips as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. I came hard and fast as Michael came too, thrusting so hard into me I was sure he would leave a bruise. The three of us paused to catch our breath, all of us had huge grins on our faces. I excused myself to the bathroom to clean and was already looking forward to our next team drinks night, but for now it was time to head home in a taxi. I took a cab home, quietly undressed and crawled straight into bed. My husband stirred, but didn’t wake up. A few hours later the sun was up my husband rolled over and hugged me tightly. “How was your night babe?” He asked. “Lots of fun,” I replied, exhausted. I felt him press his hard cock into my ass I was a little worried that he would smell Michael and Chris on me but rolled over onto my back anyways. He gently pushed his cock into my slightly sore pussy and soon we got into a nice rhythm. As memories of the night before came flooding back, I couldn’t help but smile as I had another orgasm just as my hubby exploded in me his cum mixing with Michael’s. After my hubby jumped in the shower and as the water washed over him I started to drift off to sleep as I thought to myself just how lucky I was to have had three great cocks in less then 12 hours.

You Belong To Me / Youngjae x Reader (SMUT)

Originally posted by santaembby

This is a continuation of my GOT7 Mafia AU reaction. Read it here!

According to the rules of the Mafia, the wife belonged to her husband. After repeatedly catching you in the company of guys who seemed to follow you wherever you went, Youngjae felt like he needed to remind you of this rule.

Pairing: Mafia AU!Youngjae x Reader

Warnings: smut + possessive and jealous youngjae

Words: 3.6k


please do a continuation of the arranged marriage mafia w youngjae pls✨ 

A Youngjae mafia scenario pleaseee        

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Apple Suckers

Title: Apple Suckers

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic

Warnings: hooo boy, underage smoking/alcohol/marijuana consumption, profanity, abuse, neglection, this is an angst-fest

Summary: the three times your parents kicked you out

Prompt: 56 - “it happened again.”

The First Time It Happened, Aged Seven

The first time your parents kicked you out, Richie gave you an apple sucker.

The storm had been brewing for a week before the thunder; days upon days of tension simmering in the air like a heatwave; the quiet murmur of voices, buzzing like angry bees through your floorboards well into early hours of the morning and gradually climbing to screeches and shattering glass. Days upon days of avoiding your father’s bloodshot eyes and your mother’s deadpan stare, their hands that were quick to pinch and twist and squeeze should they corner you.

When you returned from the arcade slightly later than usual - you could thank Criss and Huggins for that - with a busted lip and shivering like anything after they’d thrown your jacket into the lake - the tension had broke.

The glass bottle was on you the instant the door closed, hitting the wall above your head and bursting into a shower of glittering green shards that nicked the soft skin of your cheeks on their way down. You shrieked, instinctively diving to the floor and throwing your hands over your head as the broken chips of the bottle gathered on the floor around you on the floor. What felt like a second later, as the ringing in your ears died down, a hand was in yours, tugging you up in what could could have been a helpful gesture - if the nails weren’t digging in so hard they left crescent-shaped grooves, and the hand wasn’t squeezing yours so tight as to make it hurt.

“Late!” came the bellow, so thick with wine and hatred you couldn’t tell if it was your mother or your father as they dragged you through the hallway and into the living room. You were crying now, the crying kids did with huge, choking gasps and thick, hot tears, and your vision blurred and shifted. The hand crushing yours hurled you with force, and you stumbled over to the couch, landing on your side and drawing in a sharp, stuttering inhale as the leering glare of your father crouched down before you.

“Don’t know why she bothers coming home ‘t all,” he slurred to himself. In the far corner, your mother curled up, head tipped back against the wall with a cigarette in her mouth, placidly ignoring your heavy weeping. “Stays out half the night, comes back late, cries about it… stupid girl, stupid bitch… OUT!” he suddenly roared, and you shrieked in fear, throwing yourself off the couch and scuttling on all fours out the living room. “GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!”

Body wracking with sobs, you tore from the living room, not even pausing to pick up a jacket as you wrenched open the door and began your sprint down the drive.

You knew where you were going before you knew. Even as you hauled a leg over your bike and began pedalling furiously, feeling the wind sting your eyes even more, you knew you were cycling to the nice side of town, to Richie’s red-bricked villa house that reeked of solace and emptiness.

You arrived there in fifteen minutes, and banged on the door. A sleepy-looking Richie, with thick glasses sitting askew upon his nose, answered the door - and when he saw your face, all traced of tiredness washed from him.

“Y/n, holy shit.” He shifted nervously. “Are you okay?”

You wiped your hands on your jeans. “C-can I come in?”

“Yeah. Of course.” He stepped aside. “My folks aren’t home, so…”

You walked inside with a sniff, swiping at your cheeks to rid the last remnants of your tears as Richie closed the door. You stood in the semi-dark living room - large but so empty, filled with cold ghosts of people who once lived her, cooking and cleaning and laughing. You felt water brim in your eyes again, but before you could sob, Richie’s voice sounded again.


Reigning in your sob with a stifled gasp, you blinked to clear your vision. Richie held an unwrapped sucker out toward you, wary of your tears and proffering comfort in the only way he knew how. You took the sucker and jammed it in your mouth to can the crying, and felt the sharp sting of apple slide over your tongue.

He didn’t ask you to talk about it. The next day, when you quietly returned home and slipped up to your room, you held the sucker stick in your fist like a lifeline.

The Second Time It Happened, Aged Eleven

The second time your parents kicked you out, Richie gave you a drink.

After the first time, you’d vowed to yourself that you’d never ever ever drink a drop of alcohol. You broke that resolve that night, curled up on Richie’s couch with the rain lashing outside, harsh as whips, with the scent of cigarette smoke all around you.

You didn’t know when Richie started to smoke - you supposed it must have been recently - but you hated it. He never smoked in front of you after discovering your hatred of it, but he’d hug you and smell of burnings, talk to to and the smoke would tickle your nose, and you’d end the conversation abruptly and walk away.

He didn’t drink all that much - his parents kept a lot of alcohol in the house he was forbidden to touch - but that night, with your parents latest dispute lying heavy on your mind, Richie threw down his cigarette, ground it under his heel (leaving an ugly black mark on the kitchen tiles) and disappeared into the basement. He reappeared with a bottle made of such dark glass, it was almost black. You watched in suspended dread as he clumsily poured two plastic cups full of the stuff before walking over and sitting down beside you, a mug in each hand.

At first, you’d refused to try a drop. “It will make me hurt you,” you insisted, because that was what it did, wasn’t it? Turned ordinary people into monsters.

“I don’t think you’ll hurt me,” Richie countered thoughtfully. “I think your parents hurt you because they’re bad people, and drinking makes it worse. But you’re a good person, so drinking will make you better.”

Still wary, you tried a sip and recoiled at the dry bitterness that stung your tongue, but after coaxing from Richie, you eventually finished off your cupful.

It felt good - the tension melted from your shoulders, and when you looked at Richie, you saw his dark eyes glow like the night sky.

You fell asleep on his stomach that night with his hands combing through your hair.

The Third Time It Happened, Aged Thirteen

The third and most recent time your parents kicked you out, Richie gave you a joint.

“It happened again,” was all you had to say before he bundled you inside.

He’d pilfered the joint from Beverly, and normally you’d object - he’d offered you smokes in the past, and you always sot it down with a frosty look - but weed wasn’t tobacco, was it?

“It’s just like getting drunk,” Richie assured you as you held the thing gingerly between your thumb and forefinger. “But better. And you don’t get a fucking hangover, either.”

Well. That was all the persuasion you needed.

As you inhaled, you forced yourself to forget your parents faces. Forced yourself to forget shattered bottles and screaming voices and hands yanking your hair, tearing at your clothes, slamming into your face. You closed your eyes lightly, patient as a warm, dreamy feeling spread from your chest to the rest of your body.

Richie watched your eyelashes flutter against the smoothness of your cheek, watched your lips twitch into a tiny smile as your eyes opened. Your pupils were blown, your irises brighter, cheeks flushed.

“That works,” you agreed hazily, passing the joint back. Richie huffed a laugh, grinding it against the table to put it out.

There was silence for a few moments. Then-

“My parents fucking suck,” you chimed suddenly. Richie bit his lip and nodded.

“Yeah,” he agreed lamely. “Know the feeling.”

“Your parents suck too,” you acknowledged. “Where the fuck are they, Rich?”

“Jersey.” Richie’s voice was thick with faux nonchalance. “Dad has a mixer.”

“It’s all bullshit,” you replied. “You’re their only kid and… it’s bullshit.”

“You’re fucking right,” Richie agreed. “Bullshit.”

“Bullshit.” You tried the word out again, and giggled at how it sounded. Richie snickered.

“I like you high,” he teased.

“I’m not… high,” you replied slowly, drawing each word out until they slurred. “Just happy.”

“Happy high. Better than sad high.” Richie hesitated, then took your hand in his. “I won’t tell you it’ll get better, because that’s horseshit. But… y’know I’ll always be here, right?”

“I know,” you whispered, voice cracking. Tears surfaced in your eyes, warm and comforting. “I wish things were different.”

Richie hissed a laugh. “Don’t we all, bubs?”

Your breath tasted like smoke and apples when your face drifted closer and you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you,” you murmured, before promptly dropping your head to his shoulder. Seconds later, your soft sores began to vibrate through his shirt.

“You’re welcome, sweetcheeks,” he murmured to your unconscious form, hand still gripping yours as he spoke into your hair.


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Title: meant to be something
Summary: Fate brought them together again in the form of conjoined apartments.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Something More
Rating: T or T+ (just for that little nsfwish smidge in there)
A/N: So some time ago my friend @mika213 brought this sort of situation up for when Sasuke would come back from his road of redemption… and this prompt just immediately reminded me of it. Could you imagine??


“S-Sasuke-kun? What are you doing here?”

Blinking, Sasuke’s hand fell from the doorknob he’d only just reached for, turning to his side to meet the unexpected sight of his long-time pink haired teammate—whom he hadn’t really gotten the chance to see much of since she’d welcomed him back from his two-year journey a few days prior. His brows furrowed lightly.

“…I live here.”

Sakura’s mouth parted at this, eyes snapping wide open. “What, really?” she exclaimed, brows shooting up high. “Since when?”

“Four days ago,” he replies without much delay, frowning all the while. Then, he blinked again, understanding finally dawning on him. “You live here too?”

A slight blush tainted her cheeks at that. “Yeah,” Sakura replied, moving to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She smiled at him, bright, though a little shy. “I’ve been here for the past three years. And I guess I’m… also your new neighbor, apparently.”

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A Friendly Favour (M)

Originally posted by taehyyungs

Warning: Smut. Semi-not really-kind of infidelity.

“Absolutely not.” You said sternly, pulling the dishcloth that hung from the string of your apron and swiping the crumbs from the counter into your palm, tossing them mindlessly into the trash bin.

“Why not?” Taehyung whined, one cheek bulging with unchewed French toast.

You squinted at him, your elbows supporting you on the countertop when you leaned closer to him, “Because I don’t want to have sex with you, Taehyung.”

He swallowed the large bite of food with effort, “Do it for me,” he begged around the straw of his milk tea, “I am going on my third date with Yura this weekend and she’s been hinting at some stuff. I don’t wanna go in and make a fool of myself.”

“So, the only way to ensure that doesn’t happen is if I sleep with you, right?” You deadpanned.

“You’re one of my closest friends!”

“So?” You scoffed.

“So,” Taehyung continued, “You’re the only girl I’m close enough to that I would trust with something like this. And…” He started, but instantly clamped his mouth shut, looking away from you to focus on stirring his drink.

“And?” You pressed.

“And…” He trailed off, bringing the straw to his lips, but you reached out and snatched the glass from him, giving him an expectant glare.

“And Yoongi’s said some things…” He muttered in a rush.

“What things?” Your voice rose louder than you intended, earning you several glances from different patrons and a few of the waiting staff. You cleared your throat, ducking your head closer to Taehyung to try and hide the blush that no doubt coloured your cheeks.

Taehyung fidgeted in his seat, his fingers tapping the edge of the countertop, “Okay, don’t be mad.”

You just looked at him, and he nodded in understanding before continuing, “I was talking to him like a week ago, and I was asking him about what to do, you know, if things with Yura escalated. And he made references to when you two were together…”

“Oh my God.” You groaned, your hand coming up to cradle your face.

“It wasn’t anything bad!” He waved his arms frantically, as if to lessen the blow, “He just gave me some advice, and he said you were really, um, good?”

“Please stop talking.” You peeked at him through your fingers.

Taehyung nodded again, his lips pressing into a thin line and he watched his fingers. You admired him for a second, your smile hidden behind your hand because he looked positively dejected and completely adorable. You were almost contemplating agreeing with his proposal and you wanted to smack yourself to come back to your senses.

Seconds ticked by; Taehyung remaining silent as you just watched him. Your mind was teetering back and forth, arguing with yourself on whether this was a harmless request, or if it was just going too far. On the one hand, you didn’t want to create any awkwardness between the two of you, you valued your friendship with him too much. On the other hand, he was very obviously attractive, and he only made it sound like it was a one time thing. Another small part of you also may have been thinking about getting back at your ex-boyfriend for gossiping about something as personal as your sex life.

“Okay, I have some conditions,” You said finally, dropping your hand to the counter with a thud. Taehyung perked up instantly, his eyes wide with excitement. “This happens once, okay. That’s it. You don’t get to tell anyone about it. And lastly, after this happens, everything goes back to normal.”

“YesOkayWhatever!” Taehyung cheered in a rush, rising out of his seat so quickly that the stool skidded behind him. He threw his arms around you over the counter, peppering kisses to your cheek.

You struggled in his hold, trying to wedge your hands between your bodies to pry him off of you, but it was no use. Finally, with a particularly firm jab to his ribs with your two fingers, he released you with a grunt.

“So,” He started, his hand rubbing against his sore spot as he looked at any point in the restaurant that wasn’t your face, “When do we do this?”

You shrugged a shoulder, “When’s your date?”

“Tomorrow,” He blinked, eyes finally settling on you.

Your eyes narrowed before slipping closed, tipping your head back with a long sigh, “Then I guess it would have to be tonight.”

“Someone’s eager, hm?” He taunted, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You balled the dishcloth in your hand and flung it at him, hitting him square in the face. Taehyung swatted the cloth away, throwing it to the ground and almost knocking over his drink in the process. “Rude.” He grumbled.

You flashed a quick smile that didn’t meet your eyes, “I’ll be by your place at seven. Get out of here before I change my mind.”

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Harry Styles' Revealing New Album Doc: 10 Things We Learned
Read 10 things we learned from Harry Styles' new Apple Music album doc, from why he cut his hair to what it felt like to regain his private life.

Following the release of his self-titled debut, Harry Styles has given fans an inside look at the process of making the record in a new Apple Music documentary titled Harry Styles: Behind the Album. The 50-minute feature shows Styles playing the complete album for the first time in between recording sessions with his band and producer Jeff Bhasker in Jamaica and London. While the 23-year-old has been extremely candid about his life in the year following One Direction’s hiatus, he opens up even further here as he details the process of writing and recording Harry Styles. Here are 10 things we learned from the film.

1. Styles first performed the album all the way through at the legendary Abbey Road Studios.
The live scenes from the film show Styles fronting his new band at rock’s holiest ground: Abbey Road Studios. Not only was it a convenient location since he lives close by, but the site also held a special significance for the lifelong Beatles fan. Styles notes the “aura about the place” that drew him in.

2. He relished the opportunity to live a totally private life for a full year.
For five years, One Direction was the biggest band in the world. They sold out stadiums on their back-to-back tours while fans and tabloids followed their every move. Having spent his teenage years in the harsh spotlight, Styles was able to slip away from the immense fame he experienced – living quietly at home with his family – and retreat to Jamaica to make music. As he put it, he “made myself get bored.”

3. Don’t get it twisted, though: He loved being in One Direction.
“When you leave a band, a boy band, you feel like you have to go the complete other direction and say, ‘Don’t worry everyone, I hated it. It wasn’t me,’” Styles explains before noting that his experience in and out of the group was filled with nothing but real, genuine love and appreciation. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for that band.” As positive as the experience was, the young artists felt a lot of pressure to get bigger with each album and tour, and Styles is glad the group’s first phase ended on a high note. Having that experience has allowed him to feel like he can pursue a less intense, maybe even smaller career than what he did with One Direction.

4. Cutting off his long hair helped him to make a fresh start.
For the latter half of his time in 1D, Styles became “the one with the long hair,” as he views it. During their Made in the A.M. era, his long tresses fell below his shoulder and became an important part of his look. In the documentary, cutting off his hair is a symbolic, momentous occasion that helps him enter a new era of his life and career. Still, he tries to not dwell on that too much during the interview scenes. “I was about to personify my hair, but then I decided not to,” he jokes.

5. He gave collaborator Mitch Rowland a handmade guitar.
One of Styles’ main collaborators on the LP is Mitch Rowland, who joined the band by chance. Rowland had been working at a pizza shop before teaming up with Styles, Bhasker and the rest of their crew, and he ended up co-writing every song with Styles. In a tender scene from the documentary, the singer shows his appreciation for the musician by giving him a gorgeous handmade guitar. As his own thank you, Rowland offers Styles the guitar he had been playing throughout the process of creating the album after playing his own “farewell solo” on it.

6. Jeff Bhasker helped Styles grow as a songwriter.
Styles has nothing but compliments for the superstar producer whom he credits with helping him grow as a songwriter. For Styles, Bhasker’s encouragement and support was an integral part of the writing process for his solo debut. According to him, he had written several duds early on, and instead of dismissing the tracks entirely, Bhasker found “the good bits” and they continued on with those.

7. “Carolina” was the last song written for the album.
Bhasker was looking for a rocker with a good melody to round out the album, so Styles served up the riveting, early-Sixties-ish “Carolina” to fulfill the producer’s order. “It was the little bit of fun we had been wanting but didn’t have,” Styles says of the song. It is also the only song in the documentary that Styles confirms to be about a specific person whose name is in the lyrics. Sleuthing fans have connected the song to a fan named Townes whom he had met once when she was 17 years old. According to Styles, he has seen her once since writing the tune though he did not reveal to her that he had written a song about their one-time encounter.

8. He remains diplomatic when it comes to writing songs about other people – and having songs written about him.
“To have been part of a moment that means something to someone enough for them to write a song about it is a huge compliment,” Styles reveals. He is careful not to name names but he is confident that the people he sings about on his debut solo album will be able to connect specific moments mentioned in the lyrics with their personal experiences. Asked about the times when the tables have been turned on him, Styles offers a coy “no comment.”

9. Seeing a gospel choir record backing vocals for “Sign of the Times” made him emotional.
One specific moment during the recording process that left a major impression on Styles was the experience of sitting in the room as a gospel choir recorded massive, angelic harmonies for his first solo single “Sign of the Times.” In footage of Styles experiencing this moment, he clutches his face and even runs up to hug the soloist towards the end of the session.

10. He had to have a prosthetic version of his face made while filming his first music video.
After photos from the set of the “Sign of the Times” video leaked on Twitter, fans shared spooky images of a man wearing a prosthetic version of Styles’ face while flying in the sky. The Michael Myers–esque mask was created in case Styles needed a stuntman for the video, which features him flying through mountains and over the sea while singing the song.

Outline for “Tweek + Craig Babysit Karen”

  • Stan’s gang has something planned (lord knows what they’re up too) on the same night that Kenny’s parents were going to go gamble at the casino. Kenny, not wanting to leave Karen with their brother, and unable to ask any girls (if one girl finds out, then Wendy finds out, and then Stan’s busted)… asks Tweek. He trusts Tweek the most out of all the guys and knows how responsible him and Craig are with Stripe. He actually trusts Tweek more than the girls, but he wouldn’t want to burden his friend with something like this. 
  • He drags Tweek aside the day before, and begs him to watch Karen for an afternoon/evening. Tweek’s really hesitant at first but after Kenny explains how important it is that he be the one to watch his sister, Tweek agrees. Also, Tweek feels really bad for Karen, and wants her to be happy. 
  • Craig’s annoyed, but let’s be real: he’s annoyed by any disturbance to his routine. He wonders why Tweek has to have such a big part, but Craig loves that about him so… he reluctantly agrees to help. 
  • The next day after school, Kenny takes Tweek and Craig over to Karen’s kindergarten class to pick her up. Tweek and Craig walk home (Tweek’s house) with her, and Tweek makes sure to hold her hand. They both end up holding her hands, and swing her up every few steps. 
  • When they get to Tweek’s house, he makes the three of them a snack while Karen and Craig flip through the T.V. channels. When they’re done eating, Craig feels really awkward so he offers to go get Stripe from his house, and leaves. Tweek thinks it’s a great idea. 
  • While they’re waiting for Craig to get back, Tweek notices how dirty Karen’s hair is, and asks if she wants to play “salon”. So he washes out her hair and blow dries it out and just before he’s done blow drying it, Craig comes back. 
  • Karen loves Stripe. Craig’s relieved he has something in common with her now, and has something to talk to her about. Karen’s entertained for awhile, but a guinea pig can only excite a kindergartener for so long.
  • When she starts to get antsy again, Tweek asks if she wants her hair braided. Craig looked over at Tweek because he knows exactly where he’s going with this. “Karen, Craig is an excellent braider! He braids hair all the time…”
  • Craig Tucker never thought he’d find himself braiding Karen McCormick’s hair at Tweek’s house, and regrets telling Tweek that he could braid. Well, actually, he loved braiding Tweek’s hair in private so he doesn’t regret it, but he’s pretty close to it right now. Tweek thinks Craig focussing so diligently on Karen’s hair is cute.
  • They eat leftover pizza for dinner (it’s inventory day at the cafe, so his parents won’t be back until late in the evening), and pick a movie on T.V. 
  • Karen’s still bouncing around during the movie, so Craig decides that rolling her up into a blanket burrito is a good idea. The two boys roll her up and toss her on the couch and play around with her for a bit until she tires herself out. 
  • When she starts calming down, Tweek offers to make her a cup of cocoa. Craig asks for one too, so Tweek goes to the kitchen to make it. When he gets back he finds the two of them bundled up on the couch, sleeping. Karen was holding onto Craig, and the two of them probably had no clue they were snuggling. Craig acted tough, but in reality he was a real softie, and it was obvious that he too was fond of Karen (he just would NEVER admit it). The poor boy must’ve been exhausted. Tweeks tired too, and bundles up next to Craig, who latches onto Tweek in his sleep. 
  • It’s 10:30 when Kenny quietly enters Tweek’s home, and finds the three of them sleeping on the couch. Karen’s smiling in her sleep and he notices her shiny clean hair and nice braids. He was glad his gut instinct was right about leaving her with the couple. 
  • He nudged Tweek awake, who was startled, but not enough to wake up anyone else. He relayed back to Kenny what they did during his absence before Kenny thanked him, quietly slipped Karen over his shoulder, and left. 
  • An hour later, Craig woke up, noticed Tweek sleeping on him but not Karen, and freaked out. He woke Tweek up in a panic, who after explaining that she left, laughed. “Awww…. Craig, you do care!” Craig denies it to this day. 
Mistakes || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 2)

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since you and Jungkook had started the break. You didn’t want to admit it but you had spent all of the time up until now laying in bed, and trying to disappear within the covers. You didn’t want to see the outside world if it meant you would have to remember his absence.

As much as you wanted to call Jungkook and tell him to come home, you were too stubborn. There was a small part of you that wouldn’t let your fingers punch in the familiar number. He wasn’t as strong though. He had called you everyday and left you with countless voicemails, all of them telling you how much he loved you and that he was truly sorry.

He hadn’t missed a single day.

Of course he was still doing promotions and working with the guys, but he was messaging you and calling you whenever he got the chance, and it made your heart hurt. You wanted to answer every time the phone rang, but you didn’t. It wasn’t until a different ringtone started playing that you actually grabbed the device and pressed answer.

“Hello.” You answered quietly.

“Hi.” His voice sent shivers down your spine and you were so dumb as to not expect him to try something like this. He had before, and yet you had fallen for it again.

“You have to stop calling me from Jimin’s phone or else soon I’m not going to pick up and he’s going to be pissed at me.” You replied, sitting up slightly in bed and resting your back against the pillows. You didn’t want to admit it but it felt good to hear his laugh come over the line.

“I’m sorry, I had to hear your voice. I thought I was going to go insane.” He replied. Your fingers played with the edge of your blanket so as to try and distract you from the fluttering in your chest. It didn’t matter what he said, he could be reading the script of the bee movie and you would still find yourself distracted by his voice.

“You’re a twit, you know that right?” You questioned, trying to goof around a little bit. Jungkook chuckled slightly and you could tell that he wasn’t completely there. “How are thing’s going with the guys? They’re being nice right?”

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You’re not home enough anymore, with your america and Australia tour I feel like you’re never home” You quietly said to Jin after he had noticed something was wrong and forced a reason out of you, 

What do you expect Y/N? It’s my job, of course I’m gonna be away for long periods of time! I told you that when we first started dating!” He scoffed

I know! I just…I just didn’t expect you to be away from home that much.” You meekly spoke “I miss you a lot when you’re away

I miss you too, but I’m not sure why now, as all you do when I get home is nag!  I’m glad to be away from you now when I next go back on tour!” He shouted.

You took a step back, hurt beaming in your eyes, “I didn’t know you felt that way, I’m sorry.” You whispered

No,no, no. It’s be who should apologise, I shouldn’t have said that, I was way out of line, I love you more than you’ll ever know! I should be grateful I have someone like you to care about me.” He spoke and you nodded your head in agreement 

Listen, how about today hang out, just the two of us and take lots of pictures for you to look at when I’m next on tour so we don’t miss each other as much, ok?

Ok” you smiled “oh, and by the way, I love you too” 

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All he ever does is work on his music’ you thought to yourself, you thought he needed a break so you quickly got some food together and went over to his studio, and there he was silently bopping his head to a new track he was working on. 

  You knocked on the door and he quickly whipped his head around to face you, “Hey, Y/N what are you doing here? I’m busy” he spoke in a harsh tone 

Yeah, I know, I came here to bring you some food so you can take a break.” 

He let out a sigh “Listen, I’m not in the mood right now, just leave the food here and go.”

You shook your head and walked over to his desk putting the bag of food down waiting for him to eat, “Did you not hear me Y/N? I told you to leave! Are you deaf or something?! No, maybe your just stupid and annoying!” He shouted

You flinched at his words and left the room without saying another word. It wasn’t until you got home when you noticed you had been crying the whole way home, which would explain the sympathetic or weird looks you were getting on your way home. 

You must have been home for less than 30 minutes when you heard your front door open and close, you looked up and saw Yoongi standing there with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, “I’m so so so so sorry Y/N I didn’t mean what I said, you’re no where near stupid, you’re the most caring girlfriend ever and I’m the stupid one for saying that.” 

You smiled at his words while he wiped away your tears “I ordered some takeout for us, so get changed into your pyjamas and we can snuggle and chat all night? OK?” 

You softly giggled while nodding your head and swiftly got up to changer your clothes, excited to be spending a lot of time with Yoongi.

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You had noticed that he spends 10x more time with his group than he did with you, he’s the leader so it’s his job to spend a lot of time with the other members, which you understand but that doesn’t mean you were too happy about it, you wanted as much time with Namjoon as his members got, on one of his rare occasions home, you told him you needed to talk to him and that’s how ended up in this predicament,

Listen, Joon, I, uh, I want to talk to you about something.” To say he looked worried after you said that was an understatement, “I was um, wondering, if you could, um, maybe hang out with me a bit more than you do with the boys, we haven’t spent a full day together for months, and I feel like we’re drifting apart.” 

He looked down to the floor and back up, looking at you in disgust “Y/N! What are you talking about?! I’m their leader! We’re like brothers of course I spend time with them! I also like them a hell of a lot more than I like you!” 

His words shocked you more than anyone could possibly think, your eyes full of hurt, just as a tear was about to escape you heard him sigh, “Y/N, I… I didn’t mean that, I’ve just been so stressed lately, with the comeback looming closer and closer I just thought you’d understand more that I need to be with them more than ever right now,” you were about to chime in saying you did understand but he kept on talking. “Please just remember but i love you a lot and nothing will change that and we’ll never ever drift apart ok? I’m sorry for making you feel that way, I love you so much.

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J Hope 

You and your boyfriend Hoseok were out shopping for a dress for your friends wedding. You had tried on numerous of dresses, none suiting your style or the dress code. 

You were currently in the dressing room trying on the dress you thought was perfect but when you walked out Hoseok had a less than impressed look on his face, 

That’s not the one” he blatantly said 

Really? How come? I thought this one was perfect” 

He scoffed “I don’t know if you’re joking or not, it’s obviously not the right dress” 

I’m 100% serious. Why don’t you like it?” 

It makes you look a little pudgy that’s all” he explained

Oh” was all you could say as you walked back into the dressing room, you took the dress off, letting tears silently fall down your face. 

Does he think I’m fat?’ You thought to yourself, you sat on the stool crying to yourself. 

You must have been in there a long while as you heard a faint knock at the dressing room door,

Y/N, are you ok? You’ve been in there for a while now.” You heard your boyfriend say, you quickly wiped your eyes and replied with “yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine” 

He sighed, “Y/N I can hear in your voice that you’ve been crying, please let me in” 

You quietly got up and opened the door to your worried looking boyfriend, 

Y/N! What’s wrong?! Why have you been crying? Did I say anything?” 

You nodded your head and he quickly pulled you into a hug “Is it what I said about you being pudgy?” You nodded again “Awww, Y/N I didn’t mean it, truth be told I thought you looked amazing in it, too amazing” You looked up at him with confusion, “If I looked amazing in the dress then why did you say I looked fat?” 

I didn’t want other guys to see you in that dress” he sighed “I know it’s stupid but it’s true, but now I think you should get it, you look genuinely beautiful in it and I can’t wait to show other guys how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

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You walked into your bedroom where you found your boyfriend standing in front of the mirror critiquing himself, 

Hey baby, what are you doing?” 

Be honest Y/N do you think I’ve gained any weight recently?” His question took you by surprise

What? No of course not!” 

What would you know?” He scoffed “You don’t know anything, do you?” His words laced with anger

His angry words took you by surprise “I guess not” you quietly said as you walked out of your bedroom into your living room to cool off before you say something you regret.

It had been a couple of hours when Jimin walked into the living room with red eyes and a sniffy nose “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out like that” He apologised, 

It’s ok, come here” you motioned for him to come over to where you were sitting and you quickly engulfed him into a hug, “Why do you think you’ve gained weight?” 

Because I was looking on twitter and a lot of people say I’ve gained weight and I was beginning to think they were right.” he sniffed 

You haven’t gained weight, but even if you have it’s no big deal, it’s perfectly ok to fluctuate in weight and there’s nothing wrong with it ok?”  

He softly nodded “Ok

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You entered your apartment, the one you shared with your boyfriend of 2 years, he was a godsend, most days but today was one of the days when just got on your nerves. It was eerily silent when you walked in which was really strange considering whenever you got home he’d shower you with lovely greetings. You took off your shoes and you got suspicious when you saw his shoes also by the door, so you knew he was home but where was he?  ‘Maybe he’s taking a nap you thought to yourself’.

You quietly tiptoed throughout your apartment being careful incase he was indeed asleep. You slowly opened the door to the living room when a all you felt was cold water pouring onto you “WHAT THE-TAE!!!” You screamed while he stood their laughing like there was no tomorrow. 

You should see your face Y/N it’s honestly a picture right now” He continued laughing. 

THIS ISN’T FUNNY TAE” you shouted to him. His face fell when he realised you didn’t see the funniness in his ‘prank’ 

God Y/N get a sense of humour, it was just a joke why do you always have to be a downer? God” He said to you bumping our shoulder as he left the room, you just sighed to yourself quickly finding a towel to dry yourself off, you felt a bit bad as he didn’t mean any harm by it, it really was just a harmless prank. 

You were about to open your bedroom door when it swung open revealing Taehyung “I’m sorry” you both said in unison. You both let out a little giggle, “You go first” he said, 

you nodded “I’m sorry for not finding the prank funny, I just wasn’t expecting it,that’s all” he then nodded 

I get it, I’m sorry Y/N, it was a childish prank and I wasn’t thinking at all, you probably had a stressful day at work you didn’t need this” 

You pulled him into a big hug rubbing his back “It’s ok, I forgive you” 

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You had woken up at around 3am to see that a) you had fallen asleep on your sofa and b) that your boyfriend Jungkook was still awake and was still working, you shook you hair and slowly got up to go to your actual bed but before you left your living room you spoke up to Jungkook “Hey Kook, why don’t we both go to bed now?” 

He looked up at you not realising you had awoken “I didn’t know you were awake, you go to bed, I’ll be there soon” 

Why don’t you just come now? With me.” 

I still haven’t finished what I’m doing here, don’t you listen? I can’t just get up and leave my work.” He stated “like I said, just go to bed” He spoke with an annoyed tone. 

You mumbled a slight ‘ok’ and then walked into your bedroom and fell asleep straight after your head hit the pillow. 

You were awoken the next morning by Jungkook holding a tray full of food, “here I made you this to apologise for me being grumpy last night, works just stressful is all” 

You nodded your head understandingly “I get it, but if it gets really stressful you can tell me about it ok? Instead of bottling it up and lashing out at people” 

He then nodded as a reply “I definitely will from now on, I’m so lucky to have you in my life, I love you” 

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