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Jumped: Part 4

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The next morning I was picking up my apartment, grateful Niall hadn’t stayed to see the mess in the light of day. We ended up having a round 3…and a half (in my favor) before he had snuck out of here with a soft kiss on my forehead that I pretended to sleep through. It had been an amazing night and my body ached slightly from our enthusiasm. My dress and panties were still on the floor of the living room and I picked them up along with the discarded condom wrapper. Something white was peeking out from underneath the couch. Grabbing it up, I realized it was Niall’s underwear. He must not have been able to find them last night. He had had to go home commando, carefully tucking himself back into his jeans still smelling like me. The thought made my insides clench. I decided to text him, knowing he’d be awake for an early tee time this Monday morning.

E: is this what you do? Leave your underwear at girls’ apartments so they’ll call you back?

N: works doesn’t it

N: sorry bout that. Couldn’t find them

E: no worries. Do you want me to return them? I could mail them or something

N: no don’t worry about it. Just toss them.

N: unless maybe we see each other again

E: I’ll be around. Just give me a call

I didn’t expect this to happen. Knowing he was leaving Thursday for over a month with a busy schedule for both of us this week, it was unlikely I’d see him this week, or ever, again. And I was okay with it, truly. We hadn’t gotten to know each other well enough to form any sort of lasting bond or anything. My world would keep turning, same as it ever had, without the charming musician in my life. We had had fun and orgasms and laughs but that was all it would ever be.

He texted me again that afternoon, a selfie of him on the golf course with a thumbs up. His accompanying text said I had given him good luck, he was playing one of his best games ever. I smiled in my cubicle, going through the rest of my work day with a silly smile.

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Fear of Flight (Jumin x MC)

Jumin takes you along for his first business trip after you wed, only to find out you’re terrified of flying.

Word Count: 741

This is meant to branch off into another story I’ll be doing in the city where Jumin’s business trip is occurring. That’ll most likely be out tomorrow. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy! Thank you!


You climbed up the steps to the plane with your husband walking a bit ahead.

This would be the first business you’d be joining him on since you wed.

Apparently, this would be to Rome.

Despite this, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart beat a million miles a minute, or how your legs teetered unsteadily.

“Love, are you alright?” Jumin asked, turning around, smiling softly. “You seem a bit uneasy.”

“U-Um…I-I’m fine.” You called back, looking up at the enormous airplane.

Just a little bit terrified.

He sighed, climbing back to you. “What’s the matter?”

“N-Nothing!” You insisted.

“You’re not fooling anyone darling.”

You bit your lip, eventually giving up. “I-I’m afraid of flying…” You felt your shoulders tighten up with worry. “P-Please don’t laugh.”

He didn’t laugh.

He took your hand, gently running his thumb over your knuckles. “Okay, I don’t know if this will help much…but just hold onto my hand. I promise that you’re 100% safe with me MC, so just take deep breaths.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand tighter and tighter as you came closer to the top. “I-I’m sorry.” You continuously apologized, a faint grin growing on your face when he’d as well squeeze your hand in return.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” He assured you. “We all have fears, we’d rather not admit.”

“Do you have one?”

He held his breath, laughing weakly. “I don’t… like geese.”

You choked back laughter, instead giving him reassuring words. “I don’t think anyone does.”

“They are known to be angry things.” He said. “But planes aren’t love, you have nothing to fear.”

You nodded, the smallest giggle escaping you. “Thank you Jumin.”

Perhaps to lighten your mood was his intention, as his smile only widened at your response.

You finally entered the massive plane, your jaw nearly dropping.

It looked like a small parlor, with sofas and seats clustered together around a television. It even had patterned pillows resting along the sides with blankets strewn on top.

Why it even had a small dining area.

Yet of course in the very back was a small set of seats that you’d usually seen on planes.

Jumin guided you towards it. “We’ll be taking off in a few minutes, so I’m sure you’d rather be buckled in?”

“Probably.” You sat yourself down, hurriedly buckling up. “What happens if I don’t?”

“I’d rather not find out love.”

You began taking deep breaths, your mind of course only focusing on the worst case scenario.

Your husband during this time, still held onto your hand while speaking words of encouragement to you.

“It’ll be fine. Taking off is the hardest part but I know you’ll be okay.”

You knew that was true. If there was even a 0.0001% chance of you getting hurt he would’ve never even thought of you getting onto the plane.

But that wasn’t going to stop the worrying.

When the plane finally took off, you pressed yourself into the back of the seat, your lungs clamping shut with the sudden pressure.

“Oh my goodness.” You cried, scrunching up your nose. “Jumin!”

He frowned, pulling your face to look at him. “Look at me, don’t think about the plane. Just focus on me.”

You nodded, switching all of your attention onto him. You stared into his coal black eyes, your breathing progressively slowing.

Your steel tight grip on his hand loosened, and your body relaxed.

He leaned forward, tenderly placing a kiss on your forehead as it was now safe to move about.

“You did a fantastic job.”

“I feel like such a mess.” You dropped your head onto his shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.

“It was your first time, of course you’d be frightened.” He stroked your hair, his voice twirled with warmth. “You handled it much better than others would.”

“Did you react ‘this well’ with your first encounter with geese?”

“No, I did not. I reacted horribly.” He shrugged. “Granted, I was a child.”

“How do you think you’d handle it now?”

He thought for a moment. “I don’t know…” He said. “I suppose you’ll just have to stay by my side to find out.”

“I would be more than happy to do that.”

Naruto Live Spectacle (Fukuoka, April 2015)

The Fukuoka leg of the show ran from April 10th to 12th  at the Canal City Theater. I wanted to go to the one in Osaka as it was nearer my place but tickets sold out *minutes* after they were released to the public. I got O40, an aisle seat on the 1st floor which is part of the right-most cluster of seats facing the theater. It wasn’t that near the stage and it would’ve done me a lot of good if I didn’t forget to bring my binoculars with me, but I was lucky enough to get an aisle seat since, as I’ve mentioned in my previous posts, I got to high five Koudai and Ryo Kato (Chouji).

 Inside the theater before the start of the show. The stage has a pretty simplistic set-up.

I will no longer go into detail of what happened in the play. They will be releasing a DVD of it soon, and I encourage everyone to buy their own copy if they can. It will definitely be worth it. If not, I’m pretty sure someone will make it available online, and then we can all fangirl/boy at the same time. However, here are some of things that you can look forward to:

 First, let me make it clear that Naruto Live Spectacle is a stage play and not a musical as some might think. While there was no one randomly bursting into songs (except perhaps for Orochimaru, but we all know he’s dramatic like that), there definitely was dancing involved. (and yes, that includes a dancing Sasuke.)

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cards-needles-pens-swords  asked:

Can you write a part 2 for the adultrio/trouble trio traveling headcanon? This time they are flying and have a long layover at the airport. On the plane, the dorks sit next to each other and disturb others. (Thank you, I'm traveling right now)



  • phinks getting stopped in the metal detector and has to go down to his underwear
  • hisoka and illumi both have huge luggages, hisoka says its “clothes, illu says its just “stuff”
  • someone gets lost (its chrollo)
  • they find chrollo a few minutes before they have to get to their gate
  • hisoka dressed really flashy and acts like its his casual clothes
  • shalnark mostly does the talking to the staff + employees
  • feitan needs help putting his bags in the compartment and phinks helps him but not by putting the bags up there, but by lifting him up and fei gets really pissed


  • atrio sitting together, trouble trio sitting behind, all in 3s
  • shalnark and chrollo have window seats, hisoka and feitan have middle seats, phinks and illumi take the aisle seats
  • hisoka keeps leaning back his hair and feitan kicks the chair and they keep doing that
  • phinks’ knee is jutting out into the aisle and he takes up so much room
  • shalnark busts out that Sweet Laptop, he should play some games or solitaire or something
  • hisoka trying to get really comforable and lean on illumi or chrollo or both and he gets pushed around
  • trios watching movies together
  • feitan’s creepy laughter strikes again
  • chrollo falls asleep again
  • hisoka smiling at that and illumi makes a comment on how thats creepy
  • hisoka keeps going to the bathroom to fix whatever, his make up or hair or something
  • it annoys illumi because he keeps brushing against his knees
  • phinks using both fei and shal’s pillows
  • phinks complaining about the airplane food
  • chrollo cant decide which set meal to get, it takes forever, illumi picks for
  • feitan stabbing his food and not really eating
  • illumi eating his and says its horrible but hes still eating it
  • shalnark brought snacks in his tiny bag, shares some with chrollo (hisoka also asks for some but shal says he has no more)
  • hisoka chewing gum really loudly and blowing bubbles
  • fei drawing and gets pissed when phinks accidentally bumps his elbow or hisoka is messing around in his chair
  • phinks’ loud snoring is so horrible
  • fei sticks some of those ear plugs in his nose
  • shalnark taking pics
  • illumi accidentally tripping phinks


  • when they get off hisoka’s hair is pretty messed up for some reason, illumi’s is in a high ponytail
  • maybe its like 3 am? or a more regular time is good too
  • layovers where u go out at the stop are pretty fun but at the airport it can be fun too
  • they get something to eat first of all, maybe first have to hang around the airport, running around doing parkour or something
  • everyone sitting down and eating noodles
  • phinks cant use chopsticks and chrollo says he can just use a fork but he is determined
  • chrollo and shalnark walking around watching the clean bright tvs play commercials and sports games over and over
  • hisoka stopping by perfume and makeup shops with illumi, they buy a lot of overpriced ones, and nice ones just bc they can
  • fei and phinks running around really fast laughing really loudly (phinks) and making bird noises occasionally (fei)
  • a few of them lounging around on a big cluster of seats bc of jetlag
  • PT members getting calls from other troupe members
  • hisoka asking if anyone wants a massage
  • illumi walking around without his shoes on
  • chrollo is asleep again
  • phinks posing in a really goofy manner next to a see-thru window and asking shal and fei to take pics
  • shalnark tweeting everything thats happening

klarolineforevermine  asked:

kc + "We’re hiking and we get stuck in a downpour and wow it is freezing and why didn’t we pack raincoats, and oh no, we need to share a sleeping bag now to regain some body warmth" AU

The Harry Potter AU I promised! I am a sucker for “Sharing a Bed Because Reasons.”

Stick The Landing

There’s no answer to her first knock but Caroline isn’t about to give up. She takes a deep breath (not exactly calming in her current agitated state but she was trying) and grasps the brass knocker once more. She puts a little more force into her pounding, the sound echoing throughout the clearing Klaus Mikaelsons house is situated in.

She would not be ignored.

She hadn’t been surprised to find out that Klaus lived on a remote piece of land. It was bordered by forests, no other houses anywhere in sight. She barely knows him, only vaguely remembers him from Hogwarts. They’d been in the same house but Klaus had been four years older and hadn’t ever even glanced at her as far as she recalls. And Caroline had garnered plenty of attention as a bubbly American half-blood surrounded by cool and calculating Slytherins. More than one person had whispered that the sorting hat was faulty but Caroline hadn’t minded. Being underestimated had worked to her advantage. Klaus had kept to himself even back then. When he’d deigned to be seen in the common room he’d staked out a prime cluster of seating near the fireplace and had glowered if anyone but a select few dared to approach him. Judging by his house his preference for solitude remained intact.

Still, she remembers seeing the occasional glimpse that suggested Klaus wasn’t as cold as he appeared. Caroline had shared a dorm room with his sister and she and Rebekah hadn’t really gotten along. Sniping, petty fights and frosty silences had often reigned supreme in their room and they’d only just begun to manage the occasional civil conversation now, six years post-graduation, when they ran into each other in Diagonally. The few times she can recall Klaus softening, actually smiling, had been when Rebekah had bounded over to show him an assignment she’d aced.

He clearly had a heart buried underneath all the gruffness. Somewhere. She’s hoping she can appeal to it and her requests will be heeded.

Caroline’s just about to go for the knocker again when she hears footsteps approaching the door.

Finally. Caroline straightens and smooths her royal blue work robes, wishing that her hair were neater. She always started the day with it pulled back but her curls often began to escape by the time afternoon tea rolled around. Something Klaus had noted, her hair always springing wildly from her head in his drawings.

She pastes a facsimile of a polite smile on her face – planning to state her business nicely, at least at first – but it quickly drops when she sees who opens the door. “What are you doing here?” she asks.

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Time Travelers and Colonial Courtship

Originally posted by forassgard

Based on Anonymous Prompt from Drabble Games: 63+24 seem like really cute ideas that would work well together! Maybe with Steve? Love your writing!

63 - i fell asleep on your shoulder and you were too polite to move or wake me up au

24 - Imagine your OTP as teachers at the same school who are always flirting and have their students shipping them without realizing it.

A/N: This is super duper long, but once I started, I couldn’t help myself.  Sorry it took me forever to write.  Hope you like it!


“Ms. (Y/L/N), do you have a boyfriend?”

You turn around in your seat at the front of the bus, looking out into the sea of unruly third graders.


One of your students stands up in the back of the bus.

“Ms. (Y/L/N),” Clint asks innocently, although you can’t help but notice the impish gleam in his eyes.  “I asked if you had a boyfriend.”  You’re so taken aback that you answer.

“No,” you say.

“Girlfriend?” Clint’s best friend Natasha stands up next to Clint.

“No,” you repeat again before remembering yourself.  “Though I don’t think that’s any of your business.  And please, both of you, sit down.”

The two disappear back into the seats as a a chorus of whispers sweeps through the bus.

“That’s funny.”  You turn in your seat to look at Steve, your fellow teacher and field-trip chaperone.

“What?” you ask and he smiles.

“Those two asked me the same question last week after school,” he says and you laugh.  “

“Maybe they’re world class spies and they’ve been sent to build comprehensive files on us,” you joke.  “Did they ask for your mother’s maiden name?  First pet?”  

You mentally cringe at how lame that sounds.  Steve doesn’t seem to notice, throwing his hand across his chest as he laughs.  As you watch him, you can’t help but smile yourself.  The way he laughs is just so adorable.


You blink at the sudden burst of light and find Steve’s student, Peter, kneeling on the seat in front of you, camera in hand.

Peter smirks and sprints back to his seat, students clustering around him.

“What is going on today?” you ask, shaking your head.  “I’ve never seen the kids like this.”

“I’m not sure,” Steve says.  “But I’d guess we’re in for an interesting day.”


The bus finally pulls up a the colonial reenactment site.  The kids pour outside, oohing and aching at the wooden houses and various animals.

A tall, muscular blonde man dressed in period attire strides toward you, a large smile on his face.

“Greetings, small travelers,” he booms.  “Welcome to our humble town!”

He starts on a spiel about the history of the town.  You smile as the kids laugh at his historical jokes and ‘funny accent,’ as you hear one student whisper.  He finishes and invites you all into his home.

You start after the kids, only to have someone run past and bump into you.  You lose your balance and start to fall, but before you can hit the ground, a pair of strong arms wraps around your waist.  

You look up and find yourself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes.

“(Y/N),” Steve says, concerned.  “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I just tripped,” you stammer, staring over at the students, all of whom are giggling amongst themselves.  You notice one of your students, Pietro, smirking as his sister, Wanda, scolds him.  He couldn’t have pushed you, could he?

You shake the idea from your head and look back up at Steve.  You’re suddenly acutely aware of how close the two of you are.

“Um, Steve?” you ask.

“Yeah?” he says, not seeming to realize.  You raise your eyebrows and his face turns bright red.  He quickly removes his arms.

“You have amazingly fast reflexes,” you say, trying to break the awkward tension.

“I need it to catch all the women who fall into my arms just to get my attention,” he jokes and it’s your turn to blush.


You pass through the rest of the colonial village without much incident, finally making it to lunch.  The kids spread out across a grassy field, munching on some colonial snacks.

You’re passing out water bottles when you feel a tap on your arm.  You turn around to find Steve’s student, Bruce.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), this is for you,” he says bashfully, handing a folded piece of lined paper to you.  You unfold the paper and bite back a laugh.  

Written in childish scrawl that you are 100% sure does not belong to Steve: 


You glance over at Steve and realize he’s got the same amused look in his eyes.  He holds up a similar piece of paper and you notice your student, Tony, slinking away, smirking.

You shake your head and hold up your own note and you both laugh.  You slip the note into your pocket and finish passing out water bottles.

The tour guide walks over and starts talking to you about the rest of the visit.  You miss the smile that slips off of Steve’s face, the way his jaw clenches as he walks away.

Natasha certainly doesn’t miss it and it’s not long before she’s whispered her plan to the entire class, now buzzing with excitement.


“What can you tell us about colonial courtship?” Tony asks.  The rest of the class hoots with excitement as you shake your head in disbelief.  They’re relentless.

“Courtship?” the guide asks.  “What is it you wish to know?  Is there a special lady you wish to impress?”

“No,” Tony says stubbornly.  “Just curious.”

“I do not believe you for a second,” the tour guide smiles.  “But I will tell you about courtship rituals.  When a man wished to marry a woman, he would woo her.  This was done publicly, particularly at dances.”

“Can you teach us a dance?” Clint asks excitedly.  

“Of course!” the tour guide says.  “Everyone find a partner.”  The kids scramble to find partners, but Natasha quickly makes her way over to the guide and whispers something in his ear.  He looks at her and nods, and starts to make his way towards you.

“My lady,” he says when he reaches you.  “May I have the honor of dancing with you?”  You’re slightly taken aback and feel a small shove forwards.  A smiling Wanda stands behind you, hands behind her back innocently.

He takes your hand in his, leading you out into the center of the room.  He slowly instructs you, going through the steps as the class watches, taking you through the entire routine.  

The class watches you, though their eyes keep darting over to Steve, who stands with his arms crossed and an impeccable poker face.

“All right,” the guide finally says, a smile on his face.  “Do you think you are ready to demonstrate what you have learned?”  The kids cheer and he moves to another room to ‘tell the musicians to play.’

The music starts up.  You feel someone take your hand and look up to find Steve standing in front of you.

“May I have this dance?” he asks and you smile.  

“You may,” you reply and the two of you begin to lead the students in a dance. 


The bus ride home is quiet.  Half of the students are asleep and you’re quickly on your way to joining them.  Your head rests against the back of your seat, as your eyes flutter shut and you drift off to sleep.  You slide to your right, your head nestling on Steve’s shoulder.

He looks down, surprised, but his face quickly settles into a contented smile.


He blinks at the light and spots his student, James, leaning over the seat in front of them, Peter’s camera in his hands.

“James,” he whispers.  “Don’t wake her up.”  James nods and sits back down.  He’s back up in an instant, a lined sheet of paper and pen in his hand.  He hands them to Steve expectantly.

“What’s this for?” Steve asks.

“Well, we wrote the note last time,” James replies.  “It’s your turn now.”


You open the door of your house and throw yourself down on your bed.  You’re utterly exhausted from the day.  

You reach into your bag to find your phone and come up with a neatly folded piece of paper.  You unfold it carefully, unable to stop the smile that spreads across your face.

Written in familiar handwriting:


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Katniss and Peeta and "Introduction to Human Sexuality" as Taught by TAs Johanna Mason and Finnick Odair.

“Stupid general studies requirements making me take stupid Intro to Human Sexuality so I can get my stupid degree,” Katniss muttered, trudging into the social sciences building. It was stupid that she had to even take the class since her concentration in biology was focused on plant life, not human life. She wasn’t even all that interested in her own human sexuality, let alone paying to take a class about it. It would probably end up being some middle-aged man who would rehash everything they learned in Human Growth and Development in high school. Or worse, a middle-aged man talking about…sex. She shuddered at the thought.

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A New Love Story (D.O x You)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 6,088

Note: 3/12 of my first summer one shot series.

The third member is none other than Kyungsoo! I love writing tsundere Kyungsoo, and a lot of his character was based on the image from his Growl pictures (as shown above). Many of the events in this scenario are actually quite true. ^^


A stream of steady chatter and the low revving of an engine drifts over the crowd of students gathered around the towering buses. You rock back and forth, from the balls of your feet to your heels, occasionally craning your neck over the groups of giggling girls and rowdy boys to catch sight of Chanyeol.

You see girls flirting with the poor exchange student, Luhan, and some of the guys attempting to wrestle each other to the weathered concrete ground, but there’s no sight of your tall, spindly friend.

And it’s surprising, how easily the excitement of an overnight school trip and the thought that Chanyeol could be chasing after the bus if he doesn’t make it within a few minutes is flushed to sudden annoyance when a bitter voice asks, “Do you even have a bus partner?”

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tell me a funny story please

Okay, so in high school I was on the debate team and on weekends we’d attend various tournaments around town at other schools. Usually, the hosting school would set up tables and chairs and concessions in their cafeteria or gym for the attending teams to use in between rounds. One school in particular decided to add a bit more entertainment value to their cafeteria, and brought in a clunky old TV with a VCR and a stack of Disney movies on VHS tapes.

Fast forward to Friday evening, and I’m sitting in the cafeteria, going over some of my notes before my next debate. Nearby, I hear one of my female teammates almost yelling at her partner.

“Nick!” She said, exasperated. “We were supposed to be in the round like 7 minutes ago.”

To my surprise, his reply was, “No, no way. We can’t leave until this is over.”

I look up, and her partner (along with about a dozen guys from other teams) are seated in a cluster around the TV, watching in rapt attention as Captain Shang belts out “Be A Man” from Mulan. I’m pretty sure a few of them sang along.