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An ordinary afternoon: he thinks, and places the cup of his hand over the cage of John’s ribs.

Sunlight casts shadows over mountain ranges of duvet and John twitches his fingers, wraps them around a particularly pink-looking ear.

“Suppose we’ve an hour?”

Sherlock glances, not at the battered bedside clock, but at the watch wrapped round John’s wrist. “Only just. Maybe 45 minutes if we’re lucky.”

“Who needs luck,” John murmurs against a scrape of jaw.

They kiss.

Later, sunlight stretches into early twilight, and as they stretch out side-by-side on the big downstairs bed, John draws abstractions on Sherlock’s thigh. Touches the soft inside skin. Pulls gentle fingertips through downy hair, wiry hair. Sherlock shivers. Through the dusty windowpane he watches the setting sun move: a finger’s width, then a palm.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Go on.”

They shift onto their sides, all the better to face one another. John, expectant, leaves one hand on Sherlock, the other tucks up beneath his cheek against the pillow.

Sherlock steadies his breath. Inhales.

“I want to be your.” Exhale. “Husband.”

John’s eyes widen. A moment, and then: a burst of a laugh, a true belly-deep laugh that makes a lovely sound and echoes into Sherlock’s skin before John slides his hand away. Without a word, he rolls from his side to his back to his other side, and with a deft pinch of fingers, tugs open the drawer of the bedside table and picks out a small box.

Sherlock’s brain says crimson crushed velvet 5cm x 5cm bespoke jeweler perfect size for a— just as John says with a grin, “Hoped so.”

The ring, of course, fits perfectly.

The foxes as a list of shit i pulled in high school

Dan Wilds: Told someone to get their fucking act together back stage when my mic was on and it rang out over a sea of toddlers who were just there to see the wizard of oz (sorry guys)

Andrew Minyard: had an illegal copy made of the keys to the drama room and used them to break in whenever i felt like for all of senior year

Matt Boyd: used said keys to break in the night before the last day of school and filled the drama room with over 700 balloons (all blown up by 3 people and w/o pumps we’re pretty sure we passed out from lack of oxygen at some point)

Kevin Day: one time my friend brought vodka in a water bottle and you better believe i did shots and then went to history class

Neil Josten: Fell off the set of the musical i was in, badly sprained my ankle, told everyone i was fine and went on to finish the show in high heels (i was, in fact, not fine)

Nicky Hemmick: Went to the first GSA meeting of the year, told everyone i was gay and did not return for any subsequent meetings

Aaron Minyard: once kicked someone in the shins because they wouldn’t stop making fun of me for being short (they went on for like an hour in my defence)

Renee Walker: Someone told me i was intimidating and i said “good” and then “but why i’m literally the nicest person ever”

Allison Reynolds: someone bet me i wouldn’t tell my theatre teacher to shut the fuck up and guess who was $20 richer? that’s right i was

Seth Gordon: my friend convinced one of my classes that i was dead when i was out for three weeks after an appendectomy and when i came back a girl screamed

Wymack: once drove my car to school, turned into the parking lot, drove around the outside of the parking lot and went home because i was not fucking feeling it

The Glass Bead Game / Musica universalis

“These rules, the sign language and grammar of the Game, constitute a kind of highly developed secret language drawing upon several sciences and arts, but especially mathematics and music (and/or musicology), and capable of expressing and establishing interrelationships between the content and conclusions of nearly all scholarly disciplines. The Glass Bead Game is thus a mode of playing with the total contents and values of our culture; it plays with them as, say, in the great age of the arts a painter might have played with the colors on his palette. All the insights, noble thoughts, and works of art that the human race has produced in its creative eras, all that subsequent periods of scholarly study have reduced to concepts and converted into intellectual property – on all this immense body of intellectual values the Glass Bead Game player plays like the organist on an organ. And this organ has attained an almost unimaginable perfection; its manuals and pedals range over the entire intellectual cosmos; its stops are almost beyond number. Theoretically this instrument is capable of reproducing in the Game the entire intellectual content of the universe.” 

-The Glass Bead Game: A General Introduction to its History for the Layman, The Glass Bead Game, Hermann Hesse

What is ‘second lead’?

someone that is too perfect to your first lead, yet the writers often make them in delusional fantasy, that most of the time make audiences fall hard until audiences realize that those second leads would not get the girl.

Notable ones: Chilbong (Reply 1994), Junghwan (Reply 1988), Gong Taekwang (School 2015), Choi Youngdo (The Heirs), Yoon Jihoo (Boys Over Flowers), Oh Jaewon (Flower Boy Next Door), Kim Shin Hyuk (She Was Pretty), Kim Yoon Sung (Moonlight Drawn by the Clouds), …

Recently added: Sam Maek Jong (Hwarang)

Roman Reigns Sex Headcannons

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- He is rough. That’s a fact. So don’t be shocked if you end up being pinned against a wall with his hand on your throat and the other down your pants. 

- I’d imagine he would have a daddy kink for sure, but he’d accept anything whether it’s daddy, sir, Roman, or master. 

- Bet he also has a dirty talk kink. 

- This guy will top like 95% of the time. But when he’s too tired then he’ll let you take over and top. But remember, it’s rare so embrace it.

- Will deadass fuck you anywhere, anytime. Absolutely no shame but there’s only one way he won’t (keep reading to find out).

- He likes to have complete control so don’t be shocked when he handcuffs you to the headboard. 

- He’s not fussed with oral; he will gladly give and recieve in that department. He knows you live for him between your legs. And he equally lives for you on your knees for him.  

- See how the hobbits had their meals: like 1st breakfast, 2nd breakfast, elevensies, luncheon, tea, dinner, and supper? Yeah, that would be you. But instead of meals, it’s orgasms. Because his only goal is pleasing you.

- He will punish you if you’re bad. This can range from spanking to over-stimulation, like he will make you cry from so many orgasms if you are really bad.

- Even though he is very dom and rough, if he ever did stay at yours with your parents, you wouldn’t get any action. He is the posterboy for the term “gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets”. But your family loves him because he is such a gentleman. 

Mistletoe (Various Drabbles)

A/N: Happy holidays my friends! I hope you enjoy~ I know it’s not all the characters, but I only did the characters that I could think of at the top of my head. Sorry if these suck;;;


McCree:

The Overwatch Christmas party was loud like you had expected but it wasn’t bad. You were feeling a bit parched so you decided to go the kitchen for a drink. You bumped into something hard, making you stumble back a bit. You looked to see who you had bumped into and it was none other Jesse McCree, the famous cowboy.

“Woah there darlin’. You gotta watch where your going.” He chuckled with a small shake of his head.

“Oh sorry, McCree.” You say with embarrassment. Jesse has been your long term crush and you could already feel a blush rise from coming in contact with him. “I was just going to the kitchen. If you’ll excuse me-”

“Yeah, I was just goin’ to talk to Ana-”

“Now, now both of you! You can’t leave just yet!” Reinhardt’s booming voice rang over to us.

“Why not?” You ask. He simply laughed and pointed above your head. Both McCree and you slowly look up and there it was hangning above you, the devious little plant; mistletoe. You look back at Jesse with wide eyes. “O-Oh my!”

“Well, it’s just my lucky day ain’t it?” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You don’t mind do you?”

“N-No! Not at all.” McCree slowly leaned in, closing his brown eyes like hot cocoa closed as his soft lips met yours. Your hands found their way on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. It was like a dream came true.

“Alright!” Reinhardt laughed loudly, breaking you two apart. “Not in front of the wee children.” You blush and stare up at McCree who was still holding his signature smirk.

“Well I’ll be damned! That’s the best Christmas present I have ever received.”

“Same here.” You giggled.

Soldier 76

You and Jack were both leaning on a wall while watching the rest of the team partied it up, mugs of hot chocolate (which totally didn’t have a small dash of alcohol-) in each of their hands. Neither you or 76 were really the ‘party type’ so instead you both decided to watch and talk. You were starting to feel a bit stuffy due to all the people in the room, so you look to the man on your right.

“Hey Jack, it’s starting to get a little too warm in here. Want to go into one of the less crowded ones?”  

“Yeah.” He grunted and pushed himself from the wall, walking to the next room over. You walked next to him while taking a quick swig of your hot chocolate.  

Right as you both stepped foot into the large doorway, Hana jumped in front of you with her arms crossed.

“Not so fast! You two have to kiss!” She grinned and pointed upwards. Above you was the green plant with white berries, hung with a red velvet ribbon. The room seemed to get hotter at the thought of kissing Soldier 76. You turn and look at the man next to you whose face you couldn’t read. You weren’t sure if he was happy, uncomfortable or angry.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to, Jack.” You look down to the ground, flustered beyond belief.

“Nonsense.” His hand gripped your chin, bringing your face to his before his scarred lips met your soft ones. The kiss seemed to last forever until Hana made a noise of disgust.

“I said kiss not make out!” She walked between you two, joining the rest of Overwatch during the party. Jack chuckled and gave you one of those rare smiles.

“Merry Christmas soldier.”

“Merry Christmas Jack.” You smiled back and kissed him again.

Junkrat

“Oi! (Y/N)!” Jamison called you over to him and Roadhog. You managed to get through your teammates and over to the two Australians.

“Yeah Jamison?”

“Roadie and I wanted to show you somethin’!” He took your hand and pulled you towards whatever it was. He stopped abruptly, his hand still holding yours, in front of a doorway with a mistletoe hanging above it. “I was hopin’ you could explain that thing. I seen it in other places too.” You heard Roadhog grunt behind you.

“Oh well that’s Mistletoe, Jamie.”

“Mistletoe? If it was a mistletoe wouldn’t it be a foot with a rocket for a toe?”

“No silly, it’s a Christmas tradition. People hang this up and when two people walk under it, they are supposed to kiss.” You giggled at his confused face before he dragged you under the plant.

“Kiss me then sheila!” He laughed.

“W-Well okay.” You blushed and pecked him on the lips.

“No a real kiss!” His bare arms wrapped themselves around your frame, pulling you close to his exposed chest. With another giggle, his lips met yours. It was a breathtaking kiss and you were going to deepen it until a flash of light blinked.

“Mako!” You gasped. He was holding a camera while giving Junkrat a thumbs. You looked back at the Aussie still holding on to you. “You planned this didn’t you?”

“Guilty!” He giggled loudly, his head thrown back. “You enjoyed it though didn’t ya?”

“Heh ya, I did.” You smile and looked into his eyes. “Merry Christmas ya filthy animal.”

“Oi!” He shouted but laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Mercy

You and Angela were laughing, arms linked while listening to one of Reinhardt’s adventurous tales he was telling to Hana and Lucio. You were about to say something to your girlfriend before McCree jumped from behind you.

“Mistletoe!” He shouted while holding the plant over your heads.

“Sometimes I think you just enjoy watching us kiss, Jesse.” You laughed.

“Guilty as charge.”

“What do you say, Angela? Want to kiss under the mistletoe?”

“Of course, Liebling.” She smiled angelically with a cute blush on her face. You smile and place your hand on her cheek, giving her a sweet loving kiss.

Widowmaker

It wasn’t everyday Talon through a Christmas party. You were standing with your crush Widowmaker and Reaper, chitchatting about whatever.

“Have any of you seen Sombra?” You suddenly ask, knowing she was up to something to get you and Amélie together somehow. Just as Reaper was about to speak, the little devil herself came out of invisibility with a smirk. You were going to question her until you saw the green and white plant pinched between her gloved fingers between you and Amélie.

“You both know what this means.~” She smirked, looking between the both of you. Widow glared at Sombra which made you gulp nervously.

“Y-You know w-we don’t have to-” But Amélie cut you off but crashing her dark lips against yours. You gasp against her some-what cold lips, but nonetheless you enjoyed the short, messy kiss.

“Amélie…”

“I,” She searched for the right words.“ I seem to posses feelings for you.”

“Well I seem to have feelings for you too.” You giggled at her flustered face.

Reaper

Parties were never really Reapers thing but he went to the Talon Christmas party because you were going to be there. Despite most of his feelings of hatred and emptiness, he still held some love to his heart that was reserved for you. The only problem was that you didn’t know he loved you.

It was the moment where he felt honestly terrified when you both met under the dastardly plant. On the outside, due to his mask, he seemed calm and collected but on the inside he was freaking out like he might of when he still was 'human’. Sombra laughed loudly, pointing at the two of you while Widowmaker tried hiding her chuckle.

“Well… it can be a simple peck to the mask if you’d like.” You smiled up at him, making his heart flutter, but he didn’t move. You rose on your tiptoes and let your lips touch his white mask. With a small wave and a blush, you started walking away. But that small kiss to his mask wasn’t enough for him. His hand gripped your forearm, spinning you around and pulling you close to his firm body. With his free hand, he moved his mask half way off his face. You gasp and blush at his face, despite the scars and slight, black smoke radiating from him, he was quiet handsome.

“…I want more.” He confessed before his rough lips met yours. It was slightly aggressive but you enjoyed it. His one arm tightened around you as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Cheese!” Sombra suddenly shouted as the flash of her camera went off. Both of you were completely flustered as you pulled apart. Gabriel growled and slid his mask back on fully before chasing after Sombra, shouting threats and insults.

You stood next to Widow, sharing a laugh with her as you both watched Gabriel and Sombra run around yelling and laughing.

Pharah

“Well.” The mistletoe hung above your heads, seemingly taunting you both.

“It looks like we have to kiss.” Fareeha Amari smirked as she looked down at you, her significant lover. “Who’s gonna kiss first?” You both stare at each other before you sigh.

“Time to put on the big pants then.” You pulled up imaginary pants high with a funny face. Fareeha stared at you before bursting out laughing, slightly hunched over. After her quick laugh she brushed some of your (h/c) hair away from your face. You giggled and did the same with her, your hand finding its place on her soft cheek.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Fareeha.” You both closed your eyes and your lips met in a peppermint tasting kiss.

Hanzo

You both looked at each other in embarrassment as Genji cackled loudly. Above you and Hanzo was mistletoe. Hanzo sent his cyborg brother a glare which made Genji laugh more, luckily Lucio was able to get him to leave you and Hanzo alone. You looked to the older Shimada brother who seemed more flustered than.

“If… If you don’t want to, we don’t have to kiss.” You said with hurt evident in your voice. You prepared yourself for rejection from the Archer before you felt a calloused hand on your cheek.

“I would love to.” Hazo leaned and gave you a sweet kiss, his beard tickled against your chin. Your hands gripped his jacket, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was short lived but enjoyable for the both of you.

“(Y/N), I just wanted to say…” He spoke quietly while briefly looking to the side before his eyes met yours. “I wanted to say I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.” You smile and hug him, resting your head on his chest while he rested his head on yours.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He kissed the top of your head and you both contently stayed in each others embrace.

I had CA: TWS playing in the background at work today, and something caught my attention that I have idly wondered about before, but this time, it was like a great big flashing sign. So much so that I had to go back and replay the scene.

Pierce: The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Two targets, level six. He already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours.

I saw that then I watched the scene on the bridge. Watch the Winter Soldier. He comes in for the attack, and the first person he takes out of the equation is Jasper Sitwell. AKA the man who let the Lumerian Star get captured by pirates. AKA the reason Fury got the intel and had his suspicions raised. AKA the reason that the timetable was moved. AKA the reason they lost Zola.

I always assumed it was Steve and Natasha he was coming after, but no. Steve is Level 8.

Just watch the way TWS attacks. He doesn’t go for Steve or Sam directly. He takes out Sitwell, the easy target, first then aims through the roof of the car at Natasha first. And when the car crashes, he doesn’t go after Steve.

Instead, he fires towards Natasha, and only misses because Steve pushes her out of the line of fire. The blast sends Steve hurtling over the ledge. You would think he would be a priority target after that, but TWS ignores him. Instead, he calmly stalks after Natasha like a predator.

The other HYDRA operatives are firing like mad, shooting at everything, but he just watches for Natasha. He doesn’t fire until he has her in his sites. He only fires three times when she’s still on the bridge, and each shot only just misses her. (Speaking of, I love that the only thing that makes him lose his cool and fire as wildly as the other HYDRA agents, is when she manages to land a hit on him. That’s the one time he doesn’t aim)

When he gets given the machinegun, he also doesn’t waste his ammunition once she’s out of range. He hops over the edge of the bridge and goes after her on foot. The only time he actually bothers himself with fighting Steve is when Steve attacks him.

Also, I think this whole scene really demonstrates the difference between the design of the Winter Soldier as a weapon and the way HYDRA have used him. HYDRA tends to be very much smash in and “KILL THEM ALL WITH FIRE!” style, whereas the Winter Soldier is very much carefully aimed and positioned. Just watch the way he moves when he’s hunting. Or even when he’s firing. He is absolute stillness and quiet, compared to the chaos and destruction of the HYDRA boys. He just walks into a scene, lifts his gun, fires, and just like that, is gone.

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The Little One || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by thenighthawkes

word count : 1,136

pairing : Jughead x Reader

warnings : none!

summary : You find a kitten on the way to school and decided to ask Jughead to help you hide it from your horrendous peers and teachers.

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      You just couldn’t leave it on the side of the road. What type of person would you be if you let the small kitten alone and probably get hit by something; a horrible one that is. Upon seeing the small gray kitten that couldn’t be more than a couple weeks old, you began to thank your lucky stars that you decided to walk to the school today. The only real issue was where were you going to keep it? Considering your home was to far away to walk it back, and your parents would kill you for being late again, so that was out of the idea pool. You refused to leave it outside any longer in fear that something would hurt it, so the only thing you could think of was keeping it with you the whole day.

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Stubborn Love

Sequel to All You Never Say. Aftermath of Pete’s mistake.

I’m getting back into the swing of things, so I hope this is good. lol I hope that those of you that love this story enjoy it! Those of you who aren’t in to this story, I’m working on the next part of Bewitched (Cesaro) and my Mojo request.

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Denial (AKA: this is soooo not a date. Prompt 92)

AU: this is the prompt given to me by the delightful @marcella-duchamp

Enjoy my dear!

Candlelight flickered across the table, the dim light casting dark shadows across Vegeta’s sharp features. His dark brows were pulled together, fingers drumming restlessly on the wooden dinner table. The waiter had long since kept his distance, especially after he’d asked Vegeta if he was ready to order for the fourth time. If looks could burn holes the waiter would probably be nothing more than a pile of ash. He was waiting for his business associate. She was late. As always. Of course.

Punctuality was not Bulma Briefs strong suit. She was the most gorgeous thing on two legs (and he’d be damned if he EVER admitted that out loud) but hell did he hate how she always kept him waiting. They had an important business dealing to discuss and already forty minutes had been wasted. Growling, he pulled out his smart phone to see if she’d returned his last text. She hadn’t.

“Woman, I swear on everything in me I will go to your house and drag you out screaming and naked.”

He’d thought it at least made his point. Surprisingly, as he was watching the screen the response icon appeared, the tiny bubbles of her incoming text taunting him. The phone pinged with its arrival, and her answer made him roll his eyes:

“Is that a promise hot stuff? ;)”

Vegeta groaned. He HATED when she did that. He furiously text back, “Damnit Briefs you’re almost an hour late. I’ve got shit to do tonight.”

“Oh really, like what?”

His fingers stilled over the screen. She had him there. He lived alone and truth be told he would probably just watch tv and head to bed after jacking off. Bulma didn’t need to know that though. “Since when is my personal life any of your business? Just get your late ass here already. I’m fucking starving.”

“Rude. I’m speak-texting from my cars bluetooth. I’m parking right now. Order me a drink okay?”

“Gin and tonic, extra lemon.”

“You know me so well ;)”

Vegeta was slightly unnerved that he knew her favorite drink by heart. He told himself it was because that’s all she ever ordered; but that was far from the truth. Over the past year that they’d worked together, he found himself paying far much attention to her. More than he had any woman. He’d been hired as Capsule Corps private lawyer, and over the past year had worked pretty much solely with Dr. Briefs and his pesky daughter. Dr. Briefs was planning on retiring within the coming year and wanted to make sure that all of the I’s were dotted and T’s were crossed. Bulma was to be his successor and she’d be a damn good one in Vegeta’s opinion.

That is if she could be on time for once in her life.

He waved the waiter back over, the young man turning a shade of green at finally being addressed by the dark haired stranger at the corner table.

“Gin and tonic, extra lemon,” Vegeta muttered, “and make sure it’s here within the next three minutes.”

“I-I’ll see what I can do-”

A twenty dollar bill was shoved into the waiters sweaty hand, “Three. Minutes.” Vegeta punctuated, “Times ticking.”

The poor server was practically trembling, “A-anything else for you sir?”

Vegeta pondered a moment, “Whiskey, on the rocks. There’ll be another twenty if you can get those here in the two minutes and thirty-four seconds you have left.”

Quicker than Vegeta had seen anyone move, the young man dashed towards the bar, nearly running into the blue haired woman who had just walked in the door.

Blue hair…

He would tell himself it was because he stood up to quick that his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the tight fitting, knee length red dress she was wearing. It also wasn’t the black shawl with fur lined hood framing her face. It wasn’t the way she was shaking off her wet umbrella. And it CERTAINLY wasn’t the way she looked around the restaurant, finally catching his eyes and grinning at him.

Nope. Not those things at all.

He put on his best scowl as she approached him, the gawking stares of other men in the restaurant unabashedly watching her rear end sway with every step she took in her black heels. To his secret, guilty pleasure however she paid them no mind. She was walking towards him alone. Her sky blue eyes locked on his black, full lips still smiling just for him-

“Bout fucking time.” He snapped.

And the spell was broken.

Bulma’s face fell, that tiny line he adored appearing between her eyebrows, “Well hello to you too, grouchy.”

Inwardly he cursed himself. Having no filter was often more a curse than it was a blessing. Even though she was still frowning at him he edged around her to pull out her chair, “Was there traffic?” He asked gruffly.

“Some,” she said, removing her shawl. Vegeta took it from her and laid it on top of his coat, “I got caught up in the lab earlier. And then I wanted to make sure I looked nice for our date.”

Vegeta froze, mouth slacking. Bulma however was far more interested in the drink being placed in front of her, “Thank you!” She smiled at the server.

The whiskey was slid over to Vegeta, the waiter looking like he’d just run a marathon, “Sorry it’s a minute late sir-”

Suddenly, Vegeta could hear again. He blinked, mumbled a few choice words and handed the man another twenty dollar bill.

Bulma sucked on the lemon wedge garnishing her glass, watching the exchange with great interest. After their server was gone, she raised a brow and asked “What was that about?”

“Just making sure we got the drinks quickly.” Vegeta could feel his cheeks flushing, “Look, I’m sorry but did you call our business meeting a date?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she mumbled around the lemon wedge she was still sucking on.

Suddenly Vegeta’s neck felt hot, “Look Briefs, I don’t known how you’ve deluded yourself into thinking this was anything but a meeting between two coworkers, but this is so not a date.”

He was never quite sure how she did it, but Bulma always had this way of looking right through him. Being a good lawyer meant having a good poker face, and Vegeta always had believed his was the best in the business. It’s how he acquired his own law firm at 25 and had been successful ever since. But this infuriating woman could see through him as easy as a pane on glass.

She removed the lemon wedge from her lips, smirk causing the corner of her mouth to turn up, “Really?”

“Yes woman,” Vegeta hissed, “not every single man in the world has to fall at your feet. Your imagination is almost as big as your ego.”

Frowning, Bulma dropped the drained lemon wedge on her napkin, “Hey no need to get nasty. Usually when you call me to a business meeting it’s at the lab. Not some swanky restaurant. Forgive me for assuming this was supposed to be something else.” She dropped her eyes back to the table, grabbing a complimentary piece of bread from the basket.

Vegeta exhaled through his nose. He and his big mouth. She had him there. When he needed to talk to her about something he would usually catch her in the lab. He wasn’t lying when he said he had business things to discuss, but well…

He sighed, then reached out and grabbed the back support of her dinner chair, dragging the whole piece of furniture and Bulma closer to him. It made an obnoxious scraping noise, but he really didn’t care. When she was within whispering range, he leaned over and muttered, “Sorry.”

Her eyelashes were so long he realized as they blinked at him, the crinkles beside her eyes betraying her smile, “It’s alright tough guy.”

Vegeta allowed himself a small lip twitch. That is until a shaky voice on the other side of the table asked, “Are you ready to order-”

It was Bulma who spoke when she realized Vegeta’s jaw muscle had tensed, “Just get us whatever the specials are tonight; he will have a beef item, rare and I’ll have chicken if it’s available.”

The waiter, as if sensing his impending doom slowly backed away, not fully turning until he’d reached the kitchen.

Bulma pinched Vegeta’s cheek, “Could you please try and not eat the wait staff? Poor guy looks like he’s about to pee his pants.”

Vegeta pulled his face away from her fingers, “it would serve that obnoxious little shit right. He’s worse than a flea.”

“Vegeta,” she warned, “please be nice. For once?”

“Tch.” He scowled and pulled out his phone, pulling up the business documents he needed to go over with her, “Whatever.”

Bulma sighed, and then took a sip of her gin and tonic, “In any case, you look nice. I like you in navy. I’ve never seen that sweater before; is it new? Sure this isn’t a date?”

Vegeta felt his blood pressure rising, the sweater was in fact new, “Woman please…”

“Just saying, you invite me to dinner which you’ve never done before…”

“Briefs I swear-”

“And you’re dressed like a GQ model with that tight navy sweater and black pants…”

“Please stop talking now-”

“And you took my shawl for me…”

“I am never being nice to you again.”

“You even know my favorite drink,”

“It’s all you ever have when you drink alcohol.”

“Pretty good memory if you ask me.”

Vegeta scowled, cheeks burning bright red, “Anyways, here are the documents your father wanted you to look over.” He slid his phone to her, “when you stop talking maybe we can actually get some work done.”

Bulma sighed, then picked up the phone, “Fine, fine. Maybe you should start drinking. You’d be more fun then.”

Eyes narrowed, Vegeta picked up his highball and took a sip. Bulma’s gaze danced across the screen of his phone, finger brushing up so she could read the rest of the document. They were both silent for several minutes when he saw Bulma’s eyes widen.

“What?” He asked.

She flipped the phone around, and Vegeta was horrified to see she was in his pictures folder. The image now on the screen was her, bent over in the lab studying a blueprint. Her long blue hair piled on top of her head and held in place with a pen, face concentrated on whatever she was looking at.

Vegeta paled. He’d taken that the other day and obviously without her consent. She’d called him to say she’d bought him a sandwich and invited him down to eat. Vegeta never turned down food, or a chance to be with her whenever possible. She’d soon forgotten her own sandwich, getting wrapped up in her own brilliant mind and began redesigning a space pod. He watched her in content silence and thought she’d never looked more beautiful. So he secretly took a picture, obviously never imagining she would see it.

And now Bulma was staring at him with a confused expression and he guilty snatched the phone from her hand, shoving it in his pocket and looking away, “We’re done here.”

“Vegeta-”

He made a movement to get up, but stilled momentarily when he felt her grab his hand, “Vegeta, stop it.” She insisted, “Can you quit trying to run away and talk to me?” The fingers on his hand tightened, and he slowly felt his resolve waning. What was he supposed to say? What did she want him to say? That she was right? Because she was, partly. He’d wanted to impress her, not necessarily on purpose but he figured having her alone for once might help. However, he was just a lawyer and former street kid. He’d brought himself up from nothing; had survived by the skin of his teeth doing less than legal things and the only thing that spurred him on was his pride.

She was the complete opposite. Bulma’s family was wealthy and she was used to the best things in life. She could have anyone she wanted. What chance did he have with her? Why was he even trying? Eyes closed tightly, he made the hardest decision of his life and snatched his hand away and stormed out the door as Bulma looked on, hurt; the food just being brought out and laid onto the table.

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The channels on the television flipped robotically, Vegeta not really watching anything. It had been a bad night. Already stripped out of that new sweater, he sat on the couch shirtless and in sweat pants. How could he face her in the morning? He’d already drafted a resignation letter, more than prepared to walk in and slam it down on her desk right when he walked through Capsule Corps door.

Temper flaring, he pitched the remote into the wall. The flimsy plastic broke apart, batteries flying across the room. He was such an idiot. He’d just ruined the best thing in his life in less than an hour. Vegeta supposed he could easily open his firms doors again and pray his reputation wouldn’t be too soiled, but the promise of a paycheck was the furthest thing from his mind. All he really wanted was her, pressed up against his side as the two of them watched television together. His damn pride was his biggest asset and hinderance sometimes.

A light knock came on his front door.

His head turned slightly, brows furrowing. Who the hell would be knocking on his door at ten o clock at night? Beside him, his phone buzzed, the preview of a text flashing across he lock screen:

“Hey, open the door.”

It was Bulma’s name. His jaw tightened, hand twitching as he fought the urge to reply.

Bzz: “VEGETA, come on. Please?”

He exhaled through his nose and stormed to the door, throwing it open. There she was. Still in her red dress and shawl, a takeout bag in hand and his coat draped over her arm. She blinked, eyes roaming over his heavily muscled bare chest, “Oh, uh, hi.”

Forearm pressed against the doorframe, he sighed, “What is it Briefs?”

Bulma cleared her throat, trying in vain to take her eyes off his muscles, “Uh, you forgot your jacket. And I got the food to go. Maybe we can eat it here and talk?”

“About what?”

Scowling, Bulma pushed past him and into the living room, “Please, can we not play this game anymore? It’s getting old.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, but followed her to the couch where she had already started laying out the food on his coffee table, “Woman, this really isn’t neces-”

“I didn’t know you did jujitsu!” She interrupted, skittering off to look at a picture on his wall, “Wow! That explains the muscles. It looks like your standing with a big trophy! But who’s that spikey haired guy with the bigger trophy -”

“Bulma,” Vegeta hissed, “what the fuck are you doing here? It’s late. I’m tired. And we have work in the morning.”

She turned, hands on her hips, “You should have thought about that before you ran away from our date!”

“For the love of…Bulma it wasn’t a date.”

“Who do you think you’re fooling?” Within a few steps she was in front of him, blue eyes burning into him, “Why would you invite me out to dinner? Why would you buy a new sweater? It still had the price tag on the back collar, so don’t even pretend like you’ve had it forever. And why was there a picture of me in your phone?”

“Why the fuck were you going through my pictures anyway?” He growled, “You’re looking far into it Briefs.”

Bulma’s sighed, “You’re hopeless. You know that right?”

“It’s for the best.” He said coldly, “I have nothing to offer you anyway.”

“You.”

“What?”

Small tears were beginning to brim in Bulma’s eyes, “There’s you. You’re smart, and cunning and even funny in you’re own weird way. I see when we’re in public places and you look only at me. And when we’re in crowds you put your hand on the small of my back because you know I’ll get lost.”

Vegeta swallowed, suddenly feeling a stirring within himself. An uncomfortable, ripped open sensation.

Bulma continued, reaching out and touching Vegeta’s sharp cheekbone, “I know how much work you have, but still you come visit me in the lab. You let me drunk text you and you always answer, even at three in the morning. Even if it’s snarky I don’t care, because it’s you. I wish you could see what I see when you look at me. Because it’s wonderful; you’re wonderful.”

Vegeta stood frozen, mind playing catch up with what she was saying, “So, you…think I’m tolerable?”

Choking out a laugh, Bulma nodded, “More often than not. But even when your an asshole I like you.”

“You, like me?”

“Yes.”

Vegeta blinked, “So…”

Bulma rolled her eyes, “Geeze Vegeta, do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Spell what?”

Bulma wrapped both arms arms around his neck, and dragged his face down to meet hers.

Our Own Little Fairytale

Characters: Jared x Reader, Jensen, mentions of Rob and Richard

Words: 2188

Summary: Jared and Jensen are talking at their panel, and Jared gets to talking about his wife.

Italics are Flashbacks

This is my own entry for Kayla’s Birthday Challenge! :) I chose to do the quote  “Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.” and the date Dance classes. :) Some of it is from Jared’s perspective, which was fun to write. So enjoy the fluff!

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For anon…Y/C/N means your code name

Your back was currently against the cool gym wall. Eggsy’s arms were parallel with your temples as his palms were up against the wall as well. You moaned softly as he kissed down your neck. You rolled your head back a bit while biting your lip. As he inched his lips toward your chest, you gripped his shirt and pulled him closer. You guided his lips up to your own.

“Eggsy,” Merlin’s voice rang over the comm, “Galahad needs to see you.”

You sighed while laying your forehead against Eggsy’s forehead. He huffed with a bit of irritation. Through his eyes, you could see the apology. You giggled.

“Go. We’ll finish this later,” you whispered in his ear.

He grinned wickedly before pecking your cheek. He quickly left the room leaving you to finish training.


You peppered Eggsy’s face with kisses. Your mouth moved across his jawline and toward his ear. You nibbled gently on the lobe before kissing the same spot. Meanwhile, Eggsy was focusing, once again, on your neck. Your fingers traced through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as they did. Eggsy lifted his head with a pleasured sigh as you did. His warm hands began to travel down your back as he pulled you closer. Grinning as you danced with your lips, you began to waddle toward the bed. You giggled as Eggsy managed to drop you onto the soft covers.

A knock sounded at your bedroom door.

“Y/C/N, it’s Galahad.”

You rolled your eyes as Eggsy groaned. You sat up as Eggsy grabbed the shirt he had discarded. A little annoyed, you went and opened the door.

“Yes Galahad?” you asked.

“Arthur wants us to follow up on your lead immediately.”

Sighing, you nodded. “Alright. I’ll suit up and meet you in the hangar.”

You closed the door and turned to Eggsy. He had already finished dressing himself. This time you apologized with your eyes.


Eggsy’s warm hands rubbed from your waist to your hips. You pulled his hair slightly with one hand while the other held the side of the couch. You rolled your hips, creating friction that caused the both of you to moan in delight. You dipped lower, crashing your lips together. The hand that had been holding the couch moved down to his bare chest.

“Finally,” he whispered softly in your ear.

On cue, Merlin walked into the room while glancing at his watch. He seemed oblivious to the situation.

“Eggsy, Y/N-”

“What?” you both snapped.

“You’re needed,” he finished before heading out of the room.

Sighing, you grabbed Eggsy’s hand and helped him stand up. He was frowning at the spot Merlin had stood. Moments later, Galahad entered the room.

“I don’t suppose you two could move any faster?”

Groaning, you pulled your boyfriend from the room. You were both getting tired of being interrupted. However, you both knew your jobs were serious.


Merlin and Galahad walked ahead of you and Eggsy. You were worn out, to say the least. The mission was entirely exhausting. At the moment, the four of you were headed to be debriefed. You held back a yipe as you felt yourself being pulled by the waist. You soon realized, after seeing Eggsy, that he had pulled you into a closet. He was smirking devilishly. You raised a brow.

“What do ya say, love? One last attempt?”

“Well,” you thought aloud playfully, “I’ve never been in a closet…”

“So?”

You winked, being up for the challenge. Fervently, you kissed Eggsy as he did the same, before crashing your lips together.

Down the hall a bit, Galahad was smirking while Merlin was looking at his tablet. He sighed and glanced toward the agent.

“Shall we grab them again?”

Harry’s smirk widened. “No. They’ve earned this one.”

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EXO (OT12) - Reaction to You Being A Foreigner Who Knows Their Native Language

Minseok:
When he was telling Jongdae what a beautiful woman you were when you were sitting a table away from them at a café he did not expect you to come up to him later with your number saying “You aren’t so bad yourself, handsome.” The shocked expression on his face amused you even more, “You mean you understood me?” You giggled, “Obviously, I learned the language before coming to live in a foreign country. Call me sometime, yeah?” You gave a wink and left him standing there speechless.

Luhan:                                                                                                                Luhan was walking around China when he decided to stop at a local street vendor for some food. When he was ordering, some girls recognized him and starting freaking out. “Can I just eat in peace for once.” You were standing behind him in line and said, “So you are why those girls are going crazy?” He turned expecting to see another native but instead noticed you were a foreigner. “Yeah,” He gave a sly smile, “I’m kind of famous.” You gave a look of amusement. “Anyways, why are you so damn good at Chinese?” You giggled, “I’m kind of a good study.”

Kris (Yifan):
While enjoying the nightlife that comes with living in California, Kris found himself in one of the many nightclubs. He received a phone call about a movie role in China and of course proceeded to speak in Mandarin. You being a bystander ended up hearing the conversation. “You are an actor?” You asked fluently in the language he just spoke. “Yeah I am,” he smiled then gave a confused look, “You speak Mandarin?” You smiled and started walking away, “Maybe we can speak more after dancing.” Kris gave a sly smile and followed you to the dance floor.

Junmyeon:
Waiting around at an airport can be quite annoying, it is even more annoying when your flight doesn’t leave when it is supposed to. A message rang out over the loudspeaker and you heard one of the men in the group of guys waiting for the same flight as you ask, “What did that just say?” in Korean. You responded out loud without thinking, “That the flight will be delayed until the storm stops.” He turned to you in response with a smile, “You speak Korean?” “Yeah,” you laughed, “I actually lived there for a few years when I was younger. Sorry to budge into your conversation.” He gave you a gracious smile, “No harm done, my name is Junmyeon. Care to talk a bit while we wait?”

Yixing:
Yixing looked up at the rollercoaster his friends were in line for and started mumbling how crazy they were to himself. “Not a fan of roller coasters either?” You asked casually in Chinese as you were waiting by the gates for your friends too. “More so of getting hurt,” he responded as he turned to face you. He had a confused look on his face to see that you were in fact not Chinese. “I did some studying abroad if that is what you were wondering,” you said with a smile. He nodded and gave a little laugh. “I am Zhang Yixing,” he said with one of his signature bows he did out of habit. “Y/N,” you said in response with a little bow of your own, “Ready to watch this horrifying sight together?” He smiled and you both turned back to watch the enormous metal contraption run its course.

Baekhyun:
Baekhyun and Chanyeol were walking around taking in the sights that New York City had to offer when they decided to make a bet and see if they could get a girl to say they were cuter than the other. Not expecting you to know their native language Baekhyun came up to you and gave a simple “Hello” in English. As you heard Chanyeol calling out words of encouragement in Korean you decided to respond with “Annyeong.” When he realized that you could speak in his own language he gave a giggle and a finger wave. “Do you mind playing along in helping me win a bet?” You smiled, “If I get your name first.” He gladly offered his name as you took his outreached hand and walked over to fool his friend.

Jongdae:
When your uncle asked if you could bartend for the night at his restaurant you were hardly enthused by the thought of creepy men flirting with you over the counter. However, when an attractive bunch of foreigners walked in things seemed to be looking up for you. You heard them chatting in Korean so you decided you use your multilingual skills to ask them what they wanted to order. One of the guys, who you noticed to be very muscular under his shirt, was automatically overjoyed and didn’t seem to care about ordering at the moment. “What else do you know?”

Chanyeol:
Chanyeol and the boys were at a party in Busan when he noticed you across the room. He assumed that you wouldn’t know enough Korean to hold a conversation so he ended up just staying where he was. However, when you walked over and started talking to him he couldn’t hide the smile that formed on his face. “You really know Korean!” he said after you two had been talking for a while. “How else would I be able to talk to such a handsome man,” you joked and he laughed.

Kyungsoo:
When they said there would be a new make-up artist he was surprised to see that you were a foreigner. As the boys introduced themselves one by one his shy smile broadened when you began a conversation with him. “Your Korean is really good,” he said reassuringly. “I try,” you said as you both laughed, “I could still use a little bit of teaching.” He perked up at the thought, “I could help you when I have free time.”

Tao:
Tao was browsing the men’s ware at a popular clothing store when you heard him asking his friend something about the color he should get in Chinese. “I would go with the red one,” you said, “it will make a statement.” Tao turned to you and the fashionista within him responded, “that is what I was thinking too.” Your skin tone was a dead giveaway that Chinese was not your native language. “Where did a pretty girl like you learn Chinese?”

Jongin:
When out in Seoul for the night walking his dogs he did not expect to talk to a foreigner. “They are so cute! May I pet them?” You said in fluent Korean. Taken aback it took him a moment before he smiled and said “Yeah, of course.” He grinned as he watched you interact with his kids. When you stood back up he offered for you to walk with him. “You can walk one if you’d like, I’d enjoy the company.” He was very interested in getting to know you.

Sehun:
Even when on tour this boy needs his bubble tea fix. When you offered to help him order after seeing that he was struggling a bit, he was surprised. After you ordered for yourself he ended up paying for your drink. “You really didn’t have to,” you said shyly. “It’s no big deal, besides I want to know how you speak Korean so well.” You sat with him and ended up joking around and talking for a while.


I tried to make each situation different. I hope you guys like it. :)

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Request: I was wondering if I could request a Dean x reader where Bobby takes her in after he has to kill her parents and dean and sammy get really protective and we see a little of sammy as a big brother? It can be as fluffy or smutty as you want :) (also maybe a little cas if it works ) 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language 

A/N: Such family vibes going on…


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The end of all things (Pt.2)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Taehyung X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary: You have somehow convinced Taehyung to stay with you for an entire week after he wanted to break up with you. It starts to become more than you bargained for and you start to regret your decision. He confesses something huge to you but it only causes more problems for everyone.

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The two of you come back from the movies together and it was quiet. He barely spoke to you during the whole ordeal and now he was walking you back to your house. 

“You know you don’t have to come back all this way..” You said, looking over at him.

Taehyung maintained his focus ahead of him and he nodded. 

“I know. I’m going home with you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“Like spending the night? Why would you-”

“Because that’s what I would have done before. You told me to treat you the same.”

“Ah…right…” 

You couldn’t help but still feel empty about everything. This is what you asked him to do for you but it felt awful. He was more quiet, more closed in, more-..not him. You missed the old Taehyung who joked around and smiled all the time. When the two of you reached your door he unlocked it for you, letting you inside first. You felt sudden tears streaming down your face from overthinking this situation again. He heard you sniffle and his attention immediately turned towards you.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. Taehyung let out a sigh, coming over to you. He grabbed your wrist lightly to take you over to your bed. He laid down next to you as he put his arm around you to hold you. 

“Please just tell me. I know you’re always holding things in…it’s easier if you just say it..”

No more holding it back, no more thinking about what you could have said, and no more hiding. You had to just come out with it despite not wanting to hear what he had to say about it. You wanted to keep the memory untainted but it was starting to burn a hole in your brain.

“Why did you tell me you loved me that one time? I-if it wasn’t true…Why did you say it when you thought I wouldn’t hear it?”

His eyes widened. “When?”

“….after the first time I slept with you. You act like it was all about sex but we were together for months before that even became a thing. It doesn’t make sense…”

“Because I do love you.”

Your whole body tensed up and you started to tear up again. He used his thumb to gently wipe the tears on your cheek away. He gave the light smile you had been waiting to see. You couldn’t help but have your surprise plastered on your face.

“You’re thinking too much….Just try to rest, okay?”

You didn’t have any words, no argument, just nothing. You didn’t know what to believe anymore but this was starting to become mentally exhausting. You decided it was best not to argue right now and you rested your head back on his chest. As the TV played in the background it wasn’t too long after that you both fell asleep still wearing your day clothes. 

Day 2:

By the morning you were scrambling to find your phone, opening your eyes only slightly. Taehyung was already long gone but there was a note on the notepad sitting on your nightstand.

“Early schedule. I’ll call you later. - Tae” It read.

Suddenly thoughts of last night were starting to reply themselves in your head. You grabbed your pillow off your bed and threw it at the wall.

“What the hell does that mean?! What am I supposed to think??”

You groaned. “Why is this happening to me….”

As illogical as it sounded part of you was thrilled as the other half was just plain confused. You got out to bed to get ready for the day. Midway through putting on your makeup you stopped. Maybe you should go down and visit him like you used to? You would miss your chance to go down there one more time if you didn’t. Maybe him seeing you support him and the boys would convince him that all of this was a mistake? You nodded at yourself in the mirror deciding to go down to the rehearsal place yourself. What could go wrong with just being supportive? Oh boy, were you wrong.

——————–

“Are they backstage?” You asked a member of the staff.

She smiled. “Yeah, Right back there.”

You thanked the nice woman and followed the arrows on the ground. They had to be around here somewhere. You kept wondering until you saw Hoseok getting his mic-pack put on. He didn’t seem to notice you so you didn’t stop to say hi to him. Finally you saw Taehyung near the back with his back facing you. 

“Tae!-”

A girls arms wrapped around his neck and you stopped. She smiled up at Taehyung before kissing him in front of you. He genuinely smiled and laughed towards her. It’s not like you hadn’t seen pictures of her kissing him on the cheek but this was different. This was way worse. You felt almost as if you were going to be sick. Someone from behind grabbed your arm and you jumped. Jungkook looked like he was pitying you.

“Watching is just going to make it worse Y/N.”

Something in you snapped. 

“You’re right.”

“I am? I thought you’d argue or yell..”

“No. You’re right.”

Jungkook gave you a nod. “Well…uh good.”

“I should do something about it.”

Before he could argue you pulled him alongside with you. He kept asking where you were taking him but you didn’t answer. Finally you found a dressing room that was empty and pulled him inside. He looked at you in shock.

“Y/N-”

You brought your hands up to his face to hold it softly. His face started to blush.

“It’s okay. I already knew you had a crush on me while I was dating Taehyung…I never told him. Just let me do this, okay?”

He didn’t say anything but when you leaned up to kiss him he eagerly pulled you into the kiss. His hands grabbing at your sides as his lips pressed up against yours and his tongue parting your lips for an entrance. You whimpered against his mouth, not having someone who felt like they cared this much in a while. He picked you up by your legs and set you down on the counter. Everything seemed to be happening so fast you don’t even remember removing your own clothes in front of him. The whole thing reeked of your own desperation and anger because afterwards you both stumbled to put your clothes back on. He couldn’t even look at you.

“Taehyung’s going to kill me…” He mumbled. 

“He won’t if he doesn’t find out.”

Jungkook looked up at you with a sorry expression. He already looked guilty and you knew it was only a matter of time before it came spilling out of the younger ones mouth. It was best for you just to say goodbye to him and leave before he did go off and tell him. You went home just to lay down all alone again. There wasn’t a single feeling of regret in your chest to which you found strange. Technically you were still together but why can’t you mess with someone else if he was going to? He had no right to get mad. The more you thought about it though the more you felt bad for sort of using Jungkook. His weakness towards you really was a weakness on his behalf. If you were going to cheat on him it shouldn’t have been someone Taehyung considers family. It was low even for you. 

Day 4:

Taehyung didn’t end up calling that night nor did he the next day and you assumed it was because his real girlfriend kept him company. You didn’t hear back from any of them for that matter and you wondered if he already found out. You were just doing chores around the house when the doorbell rang. As you walked over the door opened by itself. Taehyung used the key you had given him a while back to open it. To say he looked less an pissed would be an understatement. 

“What did you do??” He asked.

“Nothing. What are you talking about?”

He clenched his fists. “Don’t play dumb with me right now! You’re the one who asked me to stay with you for another week and you had sex with Jungkook? Are you fucking crazy?”

You jumped hearing him yell so much. 

“I-…..I wasn’t going to! I came to visit you, you asshole! I didn’t realize your real girlfriend would be there and you’d be all over her! Do you know how much that fucking hurts? And for fucks sake will you quit telling me you love me if you don’t mean it!”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I was telling you what you wanted to hear! You told me to pretend like I loved you this week! What the hell do you want me to say?”

You stopped. “You said that because I asked you to? Y-you didn’t mean it?”

“No! I already told you I don’t love you!”

As much as you didn’t want to you started crying again. Taehyung groaned. 

“I don’t know what you want from me….” He mumbled.

You looked up at him and shot him a look.

“What do I want from you? I just wanted to spend more time with you! I wanted to pretend that everything was going to be fine and that I could fix it! Why the fuck is it so wrong for me to just want to be with you?! Why do you even care that I fucked him? Huh? We aren’t together and you don’t love me! you know what? Fuck you! Just leave!”

He threw the key you had given him on the table.

“Fine. This is over anyway.” Taehyung stormed out of the place and slammed the door behind him. 

This isn’t how it was supposed to turn out but the lines between who’s fault it was, was starting to become blurred. You would just have to live without being with him. You would just have to live with the fact he was out of your life. As you cried on the living room floor, you still found it hard to just come to terms with it. Why couldn’t you just let it go?