sets-me-on-edge

So one of the people on my street works for Sky TV and drives one of their vans. It has hannibal painted on one side which to be honest sets me on edge a little. It parks outside my house regularly as i don’t drive so don’t use that spot. 

When i come down for work at 5am i usually open the curtains to see what the weather is like. Some days im open them to see the house across the road. Others i open them to see this particular van outside with Hannibal staring into my living room. Sometimes i forget to close the curtains at night and when i come down for work at 5am i see this.

It is terrifying and you can’t escape it. You either have to live in the dark or live with this staring at you while you try to watch TV.

I go to make a brew and it follows me. I watch TV and its there. I close the curtains and my dog cries because she wants to sit on the windowsill and stare at it. 

I mean, is it reasonable to ask Sky to repaint a van because Mads Mikkelsen is staring me down when i try to eat my cornflakes?

honestly i have sensory overload issues bc of my adhd but when it comes to sounds i don’t mind loudness or a lot of noises at once, but i absolutely cannot stand repetitive noises that go on for periods of time, especially if they’re erratic

car alarms and the computer at my work beeping repeatedly stress me out so badly but when my coworkers don’t have their phones on silent and im hearing random dings every few seconds/minutes i want to throw their phone out the fucking window

Doodling while watching Jack’s Walking Dead episodes = drawing unhappy grumpy faces BECAUSE THE FREAKING GAME SETS ME ON EDGE AND I CANNOT RELAX 😱😱😱

But it was a good binge-watching sesson

Also I’m still getting used to drawing on iPad pls don’t be too harsh on my drawing skills I know it sucks shh shhhhhhh *obnoxious shushing continues*

Fireball

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, mentions of Dean and Castiel

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Oral on female, reference to Oral on male), drinking, a tiny bit of Dom!Sam

Words: 1,001

Author’s Note: So I wrote this thing after taking a real shot of Fireball, or three, then waited a day and corrected errors. So whatever happens in this, it what I wrote while a little more than slightly buzzed! This is for @winchester-writes Birthday Drinking Challenge! So congrats on being legal!! :D My prompts were Fireball Whiskey and “He did it! This time, I swear, it wasn’t me!”

“He did it! I swear, this time, it wasn’t me!!” I call out as the bunker door opens, revealing the younger Winchester. A look of confusion crosses his features before his hazel eye land on the bottle of Fireball Whiskey on the table. My outcry was an attempt at defending myself against Dean leaving a bottle of Fireball with me as he left for a hunt with Cas.

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For Research

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Stiles x Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 3,796

Originally posted by welcometomyguiltypleasure


           My bag hits against my hip with every step, and I shift my shoulder slightly to readjust the weight of it. The automatic doors close behind me as I step inside the building and I’m immediately hit with the coldness of the air, the air conditioner humming faintly throughout the building. The fluorescent lights above me flicker slightly, and the building is eerily quiet, I smile to myself at the silence.

           I pull open another door, and it squeaks slightly as I slip in and let it fall closed behind me with a creak. The room is darker than the rest of the building, only a few lights dangle from the ceiling, their bulbs dim from so many years of use. I place my bag on an empty hook, letting it hang there as I slip my keys out of the pocket of my leggings, dumping them into my bag unceremoniously.

           “Margaret?” I call out, wandering through the huge stacks of books that fill the room from floor to ceiling, turning it into an endless maze.

           “Over here, dear!” She yells, her voice muffled by all the books, and I try to pinpoint her location as I walk past the stacks and stacks of literature.

           “Where?”

           “By ancient Chinese folklore!”

           I shuffle back a few steps, turning down another aisle of books and I see a flutter of patterned fabric.

           “You’re here early tonight,” She murmurs, never taking her eyes away from the list of titles she’s working through.

           “I needed an escape.” I respond back simply.

           She nods, not pressing for any elaboration or an explanation. That’s one of the things I like most about Margaret, she doesn’t expect you to tell her everything. She respects the fact that I’m not a very open person, and that I will say as much as I need but that I don’t really like to divulge a lot of information. I glance at her, taking in her appearance. Her hair is varying shades of gray, falling down to her waist in a tangle of long, wild curls. There are crinkled, wrinkles around her green eyes, and smile lines near the corner of he mouth. Her long skirt is covered in a tribal print of some sort and the soft material trails well past her feet so that she has to lift it slightly as she walks, causing it to billow behind her.

           “Did you hear me, dear?” She asks, breaking my train of thought, and I look up at her quickly.

           “Sorry, I just kind of zoned out.” I say apologetically and she smiles at me knowingly, “Can you repeat what you said?”

           “I need you to train the young man starting tonight.”

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Chibs @localkillla (again hope you enjoy smut!) 

118) When was the last time we ___

136) Did you enjoy yourself last night?

Chibs’ POV

I had been on a run for a whole month, a whole fucking month! I was just itching to be home with you, my old lady. I saw the charming sign and speed up, not caring if any cops were around. I just wanted to be home. I pulled into our driveway not even five minutes later and jumped off my bike. I pulled my helmet off and ran inside. I got my keys out and opened the door.

“Love! Y/N!” I called out. You didn’t answer but I could hear music blasting upstairs. I smiled and went upstairs to our room. The door was open and I could hear the water running from the shower and hear you singing along to the music. I walked into our room and leaned against the bathroom doorway and listened to you sing.

You had the radio on and you were singing right along to John the Revelator. I quietly stripped my clothes and slid in the shower behind you. You jumped as I wrapped my arms around you but settled in my arms as you turned to see me. I chuckled and buried my face in your neck. I started kissing your neck and pulled you closer to me by your ass.

“Mmmm when was the last time we touched?” I groaned and smacked your ass.

“Mmmm too long ago Chibs.” You moaned as I pushed you into the wall of the shower. I pressed my erection into you and you pulled me into a kiss. I groaned and gripped the underside of your thighs and lifted you up so your legs were wrapped around me. You let out a whimper as I teased your entrance.

“Ya want me, love?” I whispered against your lips. You nodded.

“God yes. Don’t leave me again please Chibs.” You begged.

“Not for that long, lass. Never again for that long.” I agreed. You smiled and bit my lower lip which caused me to growl and slam into you. We both let out moans as I filled you. I shifted us slightly so I it was more comfortable for both of us before I started thrusting in and out of you. Each thrust pushed you into the shower wall but you didn’t mind as your moans rang out louder then the radio was playing.

I kissed your neck and you leaned your head back so I had better access. I started to suck hard on spots. My hands roughly grabbed your ass and used it to thrust deeper and harder into you. I groaned against your skin as I felt myself getting closer. I could tell you were too by the fact that your moans were more likes gasps and your nails were digging into my shoulders. Which added a nice dose of pain to the pleasure I was feeling. You came undone first which set me over the edge. I bit down hard as I came deep inside of you.

After we caught our breaths, I let you down and helped rinse both you and myself off. After we got out of the shower, you pressed your naked body against mine and round two began. We spent the rest of the night just fucking in different spots in the house which finally ended in our bed.

I woke up the next morning with you wrapped up in my arms and your head buried underneath my chin. I smiled and kissed the top of your head softly. You moved slightly and looked up at me with sleep filled eyes.

“Mornin, Love. Did ya enjoy yourself last night?” I asked as I brushed some hair away from your face.

“Mhm…” You mumbled, still half asleep. I chuckled a decided to let you sleep for a while longer. I started humming a lullaby to you and soon you were fast asleep in my arms again. I cuddled closer to you and soon drifted back to sleep myself while holding on to the most precious thing in my life.

~@dolphingoddess81​ hope you feel better waking up to this. @ineedthesons~

Chapter Fifty-Five

Warner is sitting on the edge of the mattress, his coat thrown on the floor, his boots kicked off to the side. He’s sitting in silence, palms up on his lap, looking into his hands like he’s searching for something he cannot find.
“Aaron?” I whisper, moving forward.
He lifts his head. Looks at me.
And something inside of me shatters.
Every vertebra, every knuckle, both kneecaps, both hips. I am a pile of bones on the floor and no one know it but me. I am a broken skeleton with a beating heart. 
Exhale, I tell myself.
Exhale.
“I’m so sorry,” are the first words I whisper.
He nods. Gets to his feet.
“Thank you,” he says to no one at all as he walks out the door.
I follow him across the bedroom and into his office. Call out his name.
He stops in front of the boardroom table, his back to me, his hands gripping the edge. “Please, Juliette, not tonight, I can’t —”
“You’re right,” I finally say. “You’ve always been right.”
He turns around, so slowly.
I’m looking into his eyes and I’m suddenly petrified.
I’m suddenly nervous and suddenly worried and suddenly so sure I’m going to do this all wrong but maybe wrong is the only way to do it because I can’t keep it to myself anymore. There are so many things I need to tell him. Things I’ve been too much of a coward to admit, even to myself. 
“Right about what?” His green eyes are wide. Scared.
I hold my fingers to my mouth, still so afraid to speak.
I do so much with these lips, I think.
I taste and touch and kiss and I’ve pressed them to the tender parts of his skin and I’ve made promises and told lies and touched lives all with these two lips and the words they form, the shapes and sounds they curve around. But right now my lips wish he would just read my mind because the truth is I’ve been hoping I’d never have to say any of it, these thoughts, out loud. 
“I do want you,” I say to him, my voice shaking. “I want you so much it scares me.”
I see the movement in his throat, the effort he’s making to keep still. His eyes are terrified.
“I lied to you,” I tell him, words tripping and stumbling out of me. “That night. When I said I didn’t want to be with you. I lied. Because you were right. I was a coward. I didn’t want to admit the truth to myself, and I felt so guilty for preferring you, for wanting to spend all my time with you, even when everything was falling apart. I was confused about Adam, I was confused about who I was supposed to be and I didn’t know what I was doing and I was stupid,” I say. “I was stupid and inconsiderate and I tried to blame it on you and I hurt you, so badly.” I try to breathe. “And I’m so, so sorry.”
“What—” Warner is blinking fast. His voice is fragile, uneven. “What are you saying?”
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you exactly as you are.”
Warner is looking at me like he might be going deaf and blind at the same time. “No,” he gasps. One broken, broken word. Barely even a sound. He’s shaking his head and he’s looking away from me and his hand is caught in his hair, his body turned toward the table and he says “No. No, no—”
“Aaron—”
“No,” he says backing away. “No, you don’t know what you’re saying—”
“I love you,” I tell him again. “I love you and I want you and I wanted you then,” I say to him, “I wanted you so much and I still want you, I want you right now—”
Stop.
Stop time.
Stop the world.

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Good Girl Ch 17: Stories Of A Bad Girl (M)

“No,” I grumble, tucking myself deeper into Sehun’s embrace.

“Come on baby, you need to eat something,” Suho tires for the tenth time.

“No.”

“Hyung, maybe we should try again after the meeting,” Sehun suggests.

Suho sighs, “Fine, the boys should be here soon anyway.”

My head perks up, “Boys? You mean my oppas?”

Both boys look at me, happy to see me interested in something, but not happy with what it is. I haven’t let go of Sehun since yesterday after my bath, except to use the bathroom and even than he would be standing at the door waiting. This whole time we’ve been snuggling on my bed, both annoying and saddening the other guys. I sit up on my knees in bed, still straddling Sehun, Suho is on my left dressed in his suit. In nothing but underwear and one of Sehun’s t-shirts, both men can’t take their eyes off me, even in my messy state.

“Are you talking about my oppas?” I ask again when neither of them answers.

“Why does that make you happy?” Sehun pouts.

“Nothing else would get you out of bed, not breakfast, not school, not any of us, but them?” Suho is obviously offended, he looks like a real dad with his arms crossed over his chest.

I hesitate answering, afraid of making them angry, “I just want something that I know, people that know me. Something familiar.”

They share a sober expression, a silent conversation between the two. Suho looks back to me, annoyed with the words about to come out if his mouth, “Will you eat if we let you see them?”

I smile big, “Jin oppa told me he would make me ox bone stew remember? I’ll eat that!”

“That also means you have to get out of bed and get dressed.”

I nod vigorously, “Can I take a shower too?”

“No shower, bath,” Suho corrects me.

I pout for second before giving him an amazing smile, “If you let me shower, you can shower with me.”

“Why not me?” Sehun’s hands hold my hips tighter.

“You have had her too long anyway, you took my turn. Now,” Suho opens his arms to me with a satisfied smirk, “come here baby girl.”

After giving Sehun a quick peck on the lips and a thank you for watching over me all night, I eagerly rush to Suho with the promise of a shower. He easily picks me up and carries me away from a blushing Sehun. It doesn’t take very long to find Suho’s room, it’s a lot like the others, dark in color, the same beautiful view of the ocean past the floor to ceiling windows. There is a built in book shelf that takes up the whole wall, filled with books and little sculptures, and even a few pictures here and there. I don’t have time to look at much, he carries me strait into the massive bathroom; if mine is built for a princess, his is built for a king. There is a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room, covered in gray tiles, a frosted glass shower is in the corner.

“Can I take a bath in here?” I ask when he sets me down on the edge of the tub.

“No baby, you asked for a shower,” Suho smiles down at me surprisingly seductively as he takes off his tie and his suit jacket. “How about you get in first, get used to the water, and tell me when it’s okay for me to come in?” I nod, getting to my feet but hesitating on taking off my clothes so casually. He chuckles, “Do you want me to do it?” When I don’t respond he comes closer and grabs the hem of my shirt, I don’t stop him so he pulls it over my head. Next are my panties, he takes those off slowly, letting his hands caress my legs all the way down. He takes a step back to actually look at me, and like Sehun he looks kind of broken inside at the sight of the bruise.

“I’ll get in,” I say before slipping past him into the shower, my own heart breaking at his sad face. The futuristic shower throws me off for a second, after another minute of staring at it Suho calls to me, “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to turn this stupid thing on.” I’m too focused to hear the shower door open and Suho sneak up behind me, easily turning one of the many knobs and turning on the water. His body is pressed up against my back, a blush spreads across my face when I feel something hard touching my lower back.

“Is it too cold?” He asks as the cool water runs down us, leaving goose bumps in it’s wake. I nod. He turns the handle more until the water pouring out is just slightly burning. “Better?” Again I nod. He starts humming some unfamiliar song as he begins reaching for bottles on the built in shelf. I jump when he starts washing my back, pausing with his hands on my shoulders he asks, “Tell when you want me to stop.” When I say nothing he continues slowly, washing both arms, all the way down my back but stops with his hands on my tummy. “Can I wash your chest?”

“Yea,” I answer softly, his hands go up slowly massaging my breasts softly. He only stays there for a second before traveling lower, past my lady parts to my legs. I feel my cheeks get hot when these words come out of my mouth, “Can I wash you?”

“What was that?” He questions coming even closer.

“Can I wash you?” I repeat louder.

“You don’t have to ask to touch me, ever.” He hands me his body wash, I squirt some into my hands before lathering them together, enjoying the smell that comforts me like Suho’s presences. I hesitantly reach out, placing both of my hands on his chest. It’s warm, like he always is, I start moving my hands in small circles across his chest, shoulders, and arms. There is an undeniable blush across my face when my hands drift lower to his amazing abs, I get even redder when I see his member standing at attention. Look up at Suho I see his eyes are closed tightly, his chest raising and sinking as he takes deep breaths to calm himself. Feeling brave I let my soaped up hand brush against it, my eyes never leaving his face. Watching him tense at such a small touch turns me on.

With a deep breath I grab onto the base of his shaft, and quickly start pumping. Suho’s eyes snap open, his dark orbs are fixed on me, he leans in closer, his hands go on either side of my head, locking me against the wall.

“Baby,” He warns me, but his hands ball into fists as he begins bucking his hips against my hand. “Why are you doing this?” He groans, my pumps continue to accelerate.

“You looked like you need to relax a bit,” I answer innocently.

He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed again, “This isn’t relaxing baby, all it’s doing is making me want to pin you up against the wall and take that precious virginity of yours’.”

“So you want me to stop,” I tease slowing my pace.

He growls, “Baby, don’t tease your daddy, I can barely control myself right now.”

“Okay, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I give him a chaste kiss before pumping him harder and faster. I watch his muscles tense, kind of enjoying the way I affect him. After a few more pumps he comes undone at my hands, spraying his seed on to my stomach and the wall behind me. His chest is heaving, he leans down and places a not so innocent kiss on my lips.

“You are such a naughty girl, getting daddy all worked up like that,” He whispers in my ears.

“You seemed to like it though,” I tease.

He snickers, “How are you still a virgin with that mouth?” He kisses me again before turning off the water. “We should get out before they send a search party after us.”

I nod. He grabs a towel from out of the shower and wraps it around me before grabbing another for himself. Leading me back into his room we find a stack of clothes for me that Suho does not agree with.

“A dress, seriously? No,” Suho scoffs, “You are wearing my shirt and sweat pants.” He decides before puling me into his closet, like mine it’s massive with way more clothes then a person would need, but his definitely isn’t as colorful as mine, with lots of black, gray, and other dark colors. It reminds me of my actual wardrobe, not all the girly stuff they gave me but of all my hoodies, jeans, and sweaters that I love. Suho pulls out a over sized t-shirt and a surprisingly small pair of joggers that would still be a bit big on me but way too small for him. “I kept these here for whenever you stayed with me, that way you wouldn’t have to go back to your room,” He explains.

He helps me put on the underwear Sehun had brought me before putting on the clothes he picked out himself.  When I’m fully dressed he begins looking for his own outfit, finding a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Such a contrast from how he looked earlier, he was so fancy looking but now he looks like some really hot guy you could pass on the street and fantasize about later.

He catches me staring and smiles, “I’m already yours baby, you don’t need to stare, you can touch me all you want.” My cheeks are on fire, I look down at my hands in my lap. “Why so bashful suddenly? You are the one who asked me to take a shower and you are also the one who gave me a hand job out of nowhere.”

“Daddy stop, you’re embarrassing me!” I cover my cheeks.

He leans down and kisses my forehead, “So cute.”

“This is nauseating,” Kai teases, making fake puking noise in the doorway.

“Aren’t you supposed to knock? What do you want?” Suho glares at the younger.

Kai rolls his eyes, “Our guests have arrive, I was told to bring you and baby girl along. I’m very disappointed to know that you bent so easily hyung.”

“Sehun told the others too right? We don’t need a blood bath in our living room.”

Kai nods, “Yes, yes, he told all of us, Xiumin hyung was very upset.”

“About what?” I ask Suho.

“We decided that for today, only today because you are feeling down, they can touch you like they used to.”

I can’t help but smile, “Really?”

“Don’t get too happy or we’ll change our minds,” Suho warns.

“I never got the chance to make up my mind,” Kai glares at the older man. He looks at me with a completely different demeanor than I’m used to from him, he smiles softly and offers me a hand. “Come on baby, I haven’t gotten you at all.” I walk over to him, taking his hand, and he leads me out of the room. The is a lot of noise coming from the living room, I can hear everyone talking and having fun, making me hesitate in the hall. “What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t want to ruin the fun,” I look up at him.

“What do you mean?”

I start backing away from the doorway, “Whenever I’m in the room with all of you guys things get tense, they sound like they are having fun.”

Kai’s grip on my hand tightens, “You aren’t ruining anything, you want to see them don’t you?”

I nod.

“Then lets go see them, we won’t get tense, we will be good daddies, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods.

With a deep breath I take a few more steps so I can see into the room. Everyone is sprawled out on the floor or the couch, enjoying each others company, it’s a very warm atmosphere that I love. Baekhyun sees us standing in the doorway and smiles.

“Good to see you out of bed baby girl!” Baekhyun beams at me, getting off the couch to give me a hug.

“Are you feeling better?” Lay joins us, Kyungsoo and Chen behind him waiting their turn.

“I’m okay, does my face still look that bad?” I reach up and touch where I know the bruise is, flinching at the pain.

“Don’t touch it,” Kai scolds, swatting my hand away.

“This is so weird,” Yoongi says, his voice getting past the crowd of men talking to me. I weasel my past them to the seven boys still sitting on the floor. They jump to their feet at the sight of me. “What the hell happened?” Yoongi growls coming straight to me. “Who the fuck hit you?”

“Calm down Oppa, there was an incident at school,” He opens his mouth to ask more questions but I cut him off. “It’s was Joon or something. He’s already been um, taken care of.”

Chanyeol chuckles behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and giving my good cheek a quick peck, “You make it sound so cute.”

“Hyung?” Namjoon questions.

“Like she said, there was an issue we handled it, end of story,” Chanyeol deadpans.

“Joo-ya,” Jin waves me over, ignoring the glare Chanyeol is giving him, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yes, but I’m starving, could you make me some ox bone stew now?” I beam at the cute man, who automatically nods and heads toward the kitchen with me on his tail and the group of men on mine.

“Noona,” Kookie calls.

I look over at him when I sit down at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, “Yes?”

He sits down on my other side, “Jihyo noona was really worried about you, did you ever call her?”

I shake my head, “I haven’t had my phone since yesterday, it’s in my backpack and I don’t even know where that is. Can you text her for me telling her that I’m not dead.”

He smiles and nods, pulling out his phone.

“Jin oppa, can I help you cook?” I ask with a big smile, that he can’t refuse. I come around the counter. “What should I do?”

He scans the scattered ingredients on the counter, “Can you peel the radish?”

I nod and rush to grab the three massive radishes, putting them in the sink I scan the cabinets before looking to for help from the many boys watching us. “The peeler?” I ask. Kyungsoo comes forward, opening a near by drawer and handing it to me, I thank him. Luhan comes over with a cute smile on his face, he quickly slips behind me, tying a cute little apron around my waist.

“So cute,” he coos, I laugh as I begin peeling with ease but stop when Chen comes behind me next and pulls my waves into a bun with a hair tie.

“Better?”

I nod giving him a smile, “Thank you.”

“Have you been helping Kyungsoo-ya cook?” Jin asks me as he boils the meat.

I shake my head, “I’m not allowed to cook.”

“Not allowed?” Hoseok and Namjoon echo, completely baffled.

“You love cooking, and you are really good at it,” Taehyung grins at me.

“I cooked for them the first morning I was here,” I think back to only a week ago. My how things have changed for me.

“It was really good,” Baekhyun says.

“Why isn’t she allowed to cook?” Jin questions coming over to help me cut the radishes. With two large knifes in hand he lays down two cutting boards. Once again Kyungsoo appears next to me, taking the knife offered me, making me pout.

“It’s too dangerous for her,” Kyungsoo takes my place and begins chopping the radish.

“She isn’t a child,” Yoongi snaps. “I don’t know what you guys are doing to her, this isn’t the Jooyoung we know.”

“Oppa,” I place a hand on the older boy’s arm, earning us all eyes. “It’s fine, it’s just how things work here.”

He stares down at me dumbstruck, “Since when have you been so submissive? Where is the feisty girl that got a fake ID to sneak into a club last week? Or better yet, the girl who is in that mug shot that Jihyo still has hanging above her bed?”

“Stop,” I snap, using both of my hands to cover his big mouth.

“Mug shot?” The twelve men echo.

“Baby girl,” Kris raises a brow at me, undeniably amused by this news, “Are you a bad girl?”

……………………

“You can hear one,” I deadpan, still glaring at Yoongi across the table for spilling my past. They had pulled more chairs up to the long table, I somehow convinced them to let Jimin and Kookie sit next to me.

“How many are there?” Poor Lay looks like he’s about to pass out from worry.

“There are lot,” Namjoon answers for me, smiling down at his bowl, ignoring the glare he’s earning from me.

I groan, “There is not that many.”

Hoseok chuckles, thinking back to old memories, “There is the time with the boat. The streaking. The car was a bad one.”

Even Jimin joins in on teasing me, “Oh lets not forget the best, the fight that earned you and Jihyo some beautiful mug shots.”

“Those are actually some of my favorite photos of you guys,” Jin laughs.

“Pick,” I demand.

“How about two?” Sehun smiles at me.

“Depends what two,” I lean back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest, feeling a lot older suddenly, not the baby I was this morning. My daddies notice it.

“Streaking and the fight,” Kai answers for him, Sehun and the rest nod in agreement.

“Ugh,” I groan. “Okay fine, but the car story is mixed into the streaking one, so when Jihyo and I were 15 we were hanging out with some of her friends. We were playing strip poker-“

Kris interrupts me with a laugh, “As you do at 15.”

“No teasing or you won’t get to hear it,” I pout.

“I’m sorry baby girl, please continue.”

I sigh dramatically, “We we’re playing stripe poker, it was not my idea but I know how to play poker so I was good. Jihyo on the other hand absolutely sucks at it, so being Jihyo, she convinced me to throw the game so we would both loose. Losers had to run half a mile down the street and back. Everything was fine, we were running wild down the street, making a bigger deal out it than we should have by hooting and hollering the whole way. But on our way back we happen to run into a police car, or at least Jihyo did, she ignored my warning and got stopped. I know her parents would have freaked out if she had been caught so I snuck into the cops are and put it in drive. They freaked out and ran after it, so we ran away.”

All twelve men are staring at me like I’ve grown a second head, while the other seven are dying of laughter since they were the friends I decided to leave out of the story. Baekhyun shakes off his shock, “The car doesn’t seem so bad compared to the rest of it, why is it one of your stories?”

I look down at my stew and begin to shove big bites into my mouth, but Yoongi answers for me, “What she forgot to mention is that the car rolled down a hill and hit four other very expensive cars that the police department had to take blame for damaging.”

“Hey, it isn’t my fault they left their car door open for anyone to just hop into a joy ride,” I defend myself.

“I don’t know whether or not I should be upset or proud,” Chen looks as if he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life with all the confusion on his face.

“Beyond proud,” Luhan basically climbs across the table to kiss my forehead, “Loyalty is very important, I’m happy you have so much of it.”

“I’m a bit upset that you would go to such lengths for that girl but Luhan hyung is right,” Kai gives me a small smile, “so loyal.”

“Our baby is so amazing!” Chanyeol cheers from the far end of the table, Baekhyun of course joins in on the cheers.

“Alright, boys calm down,” Xiumin gives me a smirk, “I want to hear about this fight that got our little Joo-ya a mug shot.”

“There isn’t an arrest on your record,” Suho questions.

I nod, “That’s the benefit of having Jihyo’s dad be rich and powerful, he cleaned that up in no time.”

“How long ago was this?” Lay wonders.

“Um, about seven months ago, Jihyo had convinced me to go to some random American bar that she really wanted to go to because apparently that’s where all the hot ones go. After being there for a little while some guys started getting a little too touchie with us but when we asked them to back off they didn’t listen. So we did what any normal person would do-“

Yet again I’m cut off but this time by someone who knows the story, “What you did was nowhere near a normal girl reaction. Most girls cry or threaten to call the cops but you were such a badass!” Kookie can’t hold in his excitement in.

“Calm down Kookie,” I pat the younger’s head, “You can’t just jump the build up like that. Anyway, Jihyo and I each punched the next closet guy, ducked away and watched as a bar fight began. But things got a little too crazy when the guys found us even in the mess of punches and thrown bodies.”

“What did you do?” Lay is filled with worry once again.

“We kicked them in the nuts and when they hunched down to protect their manhood we kneed them in the face. It was actually amazingly coordinated.”

“Who would have thought our baby would be such a badass?” Xiumin smiles at me with fondness.

anonymous asked:

How would the guys react if their S/O awoke in the night feeling sick? I'm currently experiencing it right now, and it ain't a bit fun D: By the way, I totally love your work! I pledge my unwavering loyalty to you as a fluff citizen *bows low before the fluff queen* <3 xxx

I’m so sorry you’re feeling a little under the weather, anon.

As per the fluff queen’s orders, make sure to get lots of rest, drink fluids, and take a healthy dosage of chocohoes literature as needed.😘

We need you to regain all of you strength ASAP! 

Ohhh - what’s that? 

Is that a brand new mini series I hear? Yes- I think that’s it!

Kate presents, “Let Me Take Care of You”, a one shot series where each of the four chocobros takes care of their sick s/o in various different scenarios and ways.😊

Enjoy the first of all the fluffy madness! Featuring Gladio.

Note: the s/o is implied to be fem

Fever Vibes ↓

Song: “Jagadamba You Might” by First Aid Kit


GLADIOLUS✧

Heat.

Heat all over.

Not an inch, a pore, or a particle was left unharmed.

It was as though her body had been dipped in invisible fire, as imaginary flames licked up her legs, hips, chest, face–

Everywhere.

Her damp body was literally aching for relief from the dull pain that moaned through her bones.

It was by the grace of the Gods that she finally awoke from the restless slumber, her hair splayed across the pillow, blanket tossed to the side.

The incessant beeping of the alarm clock filled the room with shrill chirping.

Gladio’s form shifted beside her, and suddenly it was quiet again.

“Mm… are you awake?” he mumbled in a low tone, moving towards her on the mattress.

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Day off

Pairing: Oliver queen x reader

Can you do an Oliver Queen smut where Team Arrow is taking a day off so it’s just the reader and Oliver in the Arrow cave for the day. He’s working out while she sits and watches. He then realizes her staring and things start getting heated. You can figure out the rest of the details. Thx, I love you your blog btw, you’re an amazing writer❤️❤️

Authors note: this is still set in season 3 because I haven’t watched season 4 yet. E.I. Why felicity and Ray are together

“Alright well have fun” I hung up on felicity who called me to say she wasn’t going to come in today. Something about Ray wanting to take her out somewhere. Anyways I was making my way down the stairs when I noticed Oliver was taking off his shirt. “Why are you the only one in here?” I asked as I was halfway down.

“Dig and Lyla are having a family day with Sara. I don’t know we’re Thea is and Laural is talking with her dad about some case. I believe felicity is still going to show up though.” Oliver explained while he was warming up.

“Nope she just called and said Roy was taking her out on a date” I sat down in front of the computer buy didn’t bother to turn it on.

“So it’s just the two of us then” Oliver kissed me before he made his way to the salmon ladder.

“Yup” I responded as I automatically looked at my phone otherwise I know I would be staring at him like a teenage girl.

“Do you want me to check to see if there are any crimes out” I asked putting my phone down.

“No we deserve a break” I watched as Oliver started to workout. After half an our I was contemplating whether I should leave or not. Oliver was so in the zone I doubt he would notice I left. “Enjoying the view ?” Oliver laughed, catching me staring at him.

“Maybe …” I teased

“Then put your phone down and look, instead pretending you’re not looking” Oliver stopped and walk towards me. “Do you want to have a go at it?”

“As much as I would love to Ollie” I sarcastically said. “I lack the upper body strength” I playfully flexed for him.

“Haha alright how about I help you out then?” I knew he wasn’t going to stop until I actually agreed.

“Fine but don’t laugh” I took off my jacket and placed on the chair I was sitting on before joining Oliver. He had lowered the bar so I could reach it.

“Alright hold onto it and lift it. Try and see if you can move it up one” Oliver instructed as he stood behind me.

“What if I fail and end up falling”

“I’ll catch you don’t worry” I was still not convinced but I still reluctantly tried. Of course my first try was horrible, I couldn’t move the bar out of its position. “Dammit”

“It’s ok y/n, just try again” Oliver encouraged me. An hour later I was able to move to the highest point (with Oliver’s help) and I was drenched in sweat.

“That was exhausting” I got down and wiped the sweat off my forehead.

“But you looked so badass doing it” I turned around to face him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and brought him closer to me.

“Thank you for helping me out, I really appreciate it” I leaned in and kissed him.

“You’re welcome” Oliver responded before he kissed me again, this time much rougher. His hands soon found their way down to my thighs and lifted me up before he walked towards the empty table in the center of the room. He set me down on the edge of the table and began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck.

“Are we seriously doing this here” I asked as I felt Oliver’s hands under my loose tank top.

“Why not? We’re the only ones here” I raised my hands up once Oliver started to lift it off my body and unhooked my bra.

“Oh my gosh I can’t believe we’re doing this” I got up enough for Oliver to remove my leggings and underwear. I leaned back on my elbows as I watched Oliver pulled down his pants and underwear before he spread my legs and settled himself between them.

“Come here” I sat up and felt Oliver’s hand on my lower back inching me closer to the end of the table. Resting my hands on Oliver’s shoulders I closed my eyes and let out a whimper as he pushed himself inside me. He stayed still once he was fully inside me, letting me adjust to his size.

“Oliver please move” I begged before I felt him starting to pull back and slam himself inside me again. “Ohhh just like that” he did that a few more times before held onto the table and started to thrust much faster than before.

“Lay back for me y/n” Oliver ordered before my back rested on the cold table. His hands held onto the sides of the table near my shoulders as his movements became harsher.

“Oliver ! ! !” I also had a tight grip on the table as my breasts moved with every thrust that Oliver was making.

“I know” Oliver pulled out as I sat up. He got me off the table and made turn to face it, parting my legs he bent me over and thrusted back into me.

“Oliver ! ! ! !” I shouted as I held onto the sides of the table. Oliver set a rough pace and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Fuck Y/n” Oliver grunted as I felt his cock twitching inside me. With one final thrust I came undone.

“Oh my gosh OLIVER ! ! ! !” I yelled as I felt like I was on ecstasy.

“Y/n” Oliver groaned as I felt him spilling himself inside me. Burying his face on my neck he held onto my body as he kept moving. Once we came down from our high he pulled out and I turned around to look at him. I cupped his face and kissed him.

“Now this is my kind of workout” I heard Oliver laugh as his hands rested on my lower back.

“What do you say we go back home”

“Ok” I pushed him back and began to get dressed. Once we were dressed we made our way out, only to see that Thea was on the other side of the door.

“Where are you guys going?” Thea asked as she took in our appearance.

“No ones here we have a day off” Oliver answered. I noticed that Thea was studying my appearance closely before she made a disgusted face.

“Eww you guys had sex down there didn’t you” Thea left before we answered.

“I have a feeling everyone is going to find out by the end of the day” I looked up at Oliver who nodded his head agreeing with me.

“Oh well let’s go home then” Oliver pecked my lips before we left.

Solarize

Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: My responding gulp is likely audible, and I can’t tell if it’s because of the way Finn crowds close to me, or if it’s because of his request of me.

Tags: @neversatisfiedgirl @wrestlingnoob @motleymoose @deseraysmiththings @ambrosegirlforever @kyoukohorimiya


“Come on, just come swimming with me, please.”

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Resent

Rucas one shot: Riley, a sophomore, is sick of being in a triangle with Maya, and is feeling bitter towards her. All that changes one afternoon after a food run with Lucas. 

I’ve been upset with Maya for some time now. I know we agreed to never let a guy come between us, but it has caused more resentment than she’ll ever know. She would never know the pain of having to tell Lucas I wanted to be like brother and sister. I don’t even know where that came from. Basically having to share him these past couple of months has been awful. She comes along all the time now. Lucas and I used to do stuff together, just the two of us on the weekends. Now I can’t get a second alone with him because “everything has to be fair”.

We’re in highschool now, and it just seems to be so stupid. She doesn’t even act like she likes him. I flirt with him all the time still, and she just watches. They don’t even have anything in common, or so it seems. But who am I to say anything? Lucas clearly feels something for her if he hasn’t been able to choose. So I stand by, I put a smile on my face, and pretend like my best friend in the world isn’t contributing to my heartbreak.

Being a sophomore is weird, you’re still considered under-classmen, but you’re better than  freshman. I have way less classes with my friends. We all have different electives that we have to take. I somehow ended up in biology with Lucas…and we have lunch together. Sometimes we go eat in his truck to get some quiet. It’s been nice finally getting to be alone with him. We didn’t tell anyone about how much alone time we’ve been getting. He didn’t want Maya getting jealous. Between you and me, I think he likes me more than her, he just doesn’t want to admit it.

One day for lunch we decided to be bad and get McDonald’s. I’m so glad he has his own car, driving through New York really isn’t that bad. His spot was waiting for him when we got back, and we opened our bag of grease and grandeur.

“I’m gonna regret this later for sure.” I say, piling some french fries into my mouth.

“But it’s so good going in, who cares?” Lucas said, mouth full of his double cheeseburger.

I looked over at him and started laughing. He had a big glob of ketchup on the corner of his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“What’s so funny?”

“You got a little something..here, I’ll get it.”

I dip a napkin in my water, lean in close, and wipe the ketchup from his mouth. I haven’t been this close to Lucas’ face in a long time. I almost forgot how dreamy his eyes were. I went to throw the napkin away, but he grabbed my arm. He looked me in the eyes, he gave me a sultry look.

And just like that he kissed me. It was quick. He looked away, he was about to say sorry, but I grabbed his face and kissed him back. And just like that we were making out in the school parking lot. We heard the lunch bell ring, and we knew we had to get back inside. We didn’t say anything to each other. We walked back inside, faces flushed and selves a little ruffled up.

We all managed to take one elective together so we could all still have my dad as a teacher. Current events, last block of the day. I always got to class late because my math class was on the complete other side of the building. Usually when I got to class, I’d say hi to Maya, who sat in front of me, and I’d be right in class mode. But today I stopped short when I walked in. Lucas and I caught each other’s glance. Seeing him blush and smile at me set me over the edge.

“Riles, you okay?” Maya asked me.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, just a little all over the place today.”

“Please take your seat Miss Matthews.” Said my dad.

“Sure thing, Mr. Matthews.”

I sit in my seat, but I can still feel Lucas’ eyes burning into me. He sat in back of me. This was the one time I was glad my dad did seat arrangements. Today we had to get into groups to discuss different parts of the newspaper. Maya and I partnered up, nothing out of the ordinary there. I couldn’t help but steal glances of Lucas the whole time. He kept looking up at me too. Every time we caught each other I could feel myself get flustered.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem really distracted today.”

“You could say that.”

The bell rang, and I was probably the first one out of the room. I wanted to cry. How could something feel so right between him and I? And yet I feel shitty because I’m lying to my best friend who also has a thing for Lucas. Then again it’s been like what almost two years since all of this nonsense started?

Later that night, I was finishing up some homework before bed. I still hadn’t talked to Lucas. He came through my window, he sat down right away, and waved me over. I got up and sat and next to him.

“We should probably talk.” He said.

“About what?”

“Riley.”

“I know. So what, we pretend like it didn’t happen so that way it’s not like we’re keeping a secret?”

“No, I don’t want to keep anything a secret.”

“Okay, then what? We come clean, tell everyone what we did and Maya hates me?”

“Don’t you kind of hate her a little?”

“That’s a strong word.”

“She hasn’t been your favorite person for a while. We can all see it.”

“Alright, so I’ve been pissed.”

“Why?”

“Because you and I were so close to getting together and she ruined, I ruined it, because I had to be a good friend.”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I do, but-”

“But nothing, you’re my girlfriend.”

“What about Maya?”

“I told her what happened before coming over here.”

“You did what?!”

“Shh, do you want your parents to know I’m here? Riley, I told her because there’s so much between you and I. I don’t feel anything passionately towards Maya. We’re just friends. But with you, it’s electric. I’ve never had the desire to just kiss Maya like that.”

“Then why let all of this time go by?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t want you two to not be friends anymore, but I guess in waiting that sort of happened.”

“We’re still best friends.”

“Yeah, but that resentment is there. By the way, I only told her that I kissed you, I left out the whole making out thing.”

“Probably for the best. So, how is she?”

“She said she figured I’d choose you sooner or later. It’s always been you Riley.”

I hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around me. I never wanted him to let go. I knew Maya and I would have to have a serious talk about all of this, but for now I was with Lucas. No more sharing, no more fair, he was all mine all the time.  

His Wedding | four

Summery: Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 2624

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: Language and If you like Japanese cuisine then I’m sorry

Characters (appeared ones): Bucky Barnes, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Lilly Parker (finally)

A/N: So this took me a lot of time to write and as promised I could not update it on Monday, but it’s totally worth the wait, I promise you guys! Plus this part is big af so I guess it’s okay. Feedback is always appreciated! Love me guys, please lol…

Tags are open. Just shoot me an ask, if you want to continue reading His Wedding.

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Originally posted by luvinchris

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

“Um… am I disturbing you guys?”


The owner of the voice finally came in view, he had a cheeky grin on his face, having heard Natasha’s exclamations. The mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes told me he was eavesdropping on our conversation from the half open door.

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anonymous asked:

Simon and baz have a BAD argument. Simon goes somewhere else. Later baz finds him attempts apologizing. LOTS OF KISSING.

Anonymous said: If you wanted to, maybe something for the “don’t fucking touch me” one? 

(This almost didn’t end the way it did. Also, maybe not as much kissing as you had hoped?)
This one took me all night and ended up at 1336 words, so I hope you like it!

Shout-out to @consultingreaders​ for helping me come up with fight inspiration!


Baz almost can’t remember the last time he drank blood. He can remember the feeding itself, but he’s not sure how long ago it was, which is…well, not good. Going long enough without drinking blood sets him on edge. He gets irritable and all his insecurities are magnified.

Normally it doesn’t bother him. Seeing people look at Simon when they’re out. Boys, girls. It doesn’t matter. They all look. And they should. Baz can’t blame them. Simon is beautiful.

But Baz is crotchety today and this is the third time he has caught someone looking at Simon. He lets it go, but it sits in his gut, twisting at his insides. They go back to Snow’s flat and start catching up on a new series.

“Wow. She’s gorgeous,” Simon says about the female lead.

That’s all it takes for Baz to completely lose it. He knows he’s being irrational. Simon is allowed to appreciate other people’s beauty the same way other people appreciate Simon’s. Baz knows this. But he’s thirsty and irritable and - at the moment - a bit insecure.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Snow?” Baz says, his anger taking control of his whole system. “You do realize I’m sitting right next to you.”

“Baz, what-” Simon starts, only to be cut off by Baz kicking over the coffee table in front of the couch. “Baz!”

“All those people all the fucking time.” Baz starts rambling. “I bet you see them, don’t you? Everywhere we go.”

“Baz.” Simon warns.

“What about me? Do you even give a shit about me?” What are you talking about, Baz? You know he does. You need to stop talking now.

“I’m not doing this with you again.” Simon stands and starts to walk towards the bedroom.

“Don’t walk away from me, Snow.” Baz gets up to follow the boy who walks to the other side of the bed and sits, back to the door. “So you’ll look at her, but not me?”

“What are you even talking about, Baz?” Simon stands, turning towards him again. “You sound crazy right now.”

“Maybe I am crazy if I ever thought you really loved me.”

He regrets the words as soon as they pass his lips. All the anger dissolves immediately into shock that he actually let those words come out of his mouth. He see’s the look of pain flash on Simon’s face for a moment before it twists into anger. Hate.

“How dare you.” Simon takes a step back.

“Simon-”

“Don’t.” The boy holds up a hand in warning. This time, Baz steps back.

“I-” Baz starts, but Simon cuts him off again.

“I can’t even look at you right now.”


Simon looks around the room, everything in here reminds him of Baz. His drawers are full of the boy’s things. The bed that they share whenever Baz stays the night, sheets only covering half of the mattress. The boy’s shirt is still lying on the floor where Simon threw it the night before in the midst of a heated moment. He can feel Baz everywhere in here. Surrounding him. Touching him. Kissing him.

Simon shakes his head attempting to clear the fog that has settled in it.

“I have to get out of here,” he says, eyes still scanning the room. Taking in everything that is Baz.

Simon starts to walk towards the door.

“Simon, wait-” Baz says, reaching for him as he passes.

Simon avoids the boy’s outstretched hand. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

Baz pulls back as if burned by the air between them. “I just,” the boy’s voice cracks before he continues, soft, “This is your place. I should be the one to go.”

Simon looks at Baz then, taking in the boy’s wounded expression, eyes filled with hurt. It only makes him angrier.

“I can’t-” he takes a breath to calm the storm raging in his blood. “I can’t be here,” Simon spits out, shoving his way through the doorway.

He doesn’t hear Baz’s whispered, “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for,” through the ringing in his ears. The front door slams closed behind him.


The first stop Simon makes is to the cafe because the thought of tea and scones seems comforting in theory, but his stomach turns before he even walks inside. Instead, he starts walking. He walks around for hours before he ends up back in front of the flat he shares with Penny. Simon wants to go inside, but he’s still not sure he’s ready to face Baz. He stares at the door to the building for a few minutes before deciding to sit out on the stairs and watch as the darkness settles around him.

As if summoned by the darkness, Baz is standing in front of him.

“What are you doing here, Baz?” Simon sighs, his voice exhausted, not filled with the heat it held earlier.

“I went looking for you. Ended up back here.” Baz sits next to Simon on the step, leaving a space between them.

Simon lets his head drop into his hands. When he speaks again, his voice is muffled. “I don’t know if I’m ready to talk to you yet.”

“Simon, please?”

“What do you want from me, Baz?” Simon turns his head so his cheek rests in his palm. He sees the shining in the boy’s eyes. Tears on the verge of spilling free.

“I want you to forgive me.” A single tear escapes and trails slowly down Baz’s cheek. Simon fights the urge to reach out and catch it with his finger. “I know that’s selfish, but that’s what I want.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” Simon whispers and turns his head so his face is back in his hands. He won’t be able to hold his will if he sees Baz cry. It’ll break him and he needs to stand his ground.

“Simon, please.” Baz repeats, a plea instead of a question.

Instinctively, Simon knows Baz is crying now. Even if he hadn’t heard the sniffling, he could feel it in his gut. If he looks he’ll break, he knows it.

“Look at me.” It’s a question, though it doesn’t sound like one.

If I look, that’s it. There’s no going back.

Simon turns his head to look at Baz again. The boy has wiped the stray tears from his face. There’s still a slight shining on his cheeks and in his eyes, both now red. Another tear springs free and this time Simon doesn’t fight the urge to reach for it it. Baz catches Simon’s hand against his cheek, leaning into the touch.

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t keep doing this, Baz. If I haven’t convinced you by now that I love you, I don’t know if I ever will.”

“Simon,” Baz says again. Simon’s pretty sure Baz has never used his first name this many times in one day. “I know you love me. I don’t know why I said that last night. It’s just - I haven’t been drinking. It sets me on edge. I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry, Simon. Please forgive me. You have to forgive me.”

Baz starts to cry again, choked sobs tearing through him. Simon catches the boy’s face with both hands, holding it up for him. He closes the distance between their bodies and pulls Baz’s face to his. Baz doesn’t kiss back immediately, but after a moment the boy melts into it.

Baz’s lips are salty with his tears and Simon licks them all away with his tongue. “Shh. Baz, it’s okay. I’m right here. It’s okay,” Simon mumbles between kisses. “It’s all going to be okay.”

He keeps working his lips with the other boy’s. I love you, they say. I will always love you. I’m right here, love. I’m not going anywhere.

When the tears stop and Baz is no longer shaking, Simon pulls back, hands still on the boy’s cheeks, and locks their gazes.

“I love you, Baz.”

“I love you, Simon.”

Simon smiles. “Good. Let’s go inside.”

Harry Styles - Ready To Run

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 5.9k+

Rating: Smut with a hella rad story line

Requested: Nah

I am more proud of this than I’d like to admit, so if you like it please tell me, because I would love to continue this!

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I haven’t had any super personal posts in a while so here we go.

I’m in group therapy now. It’s nice. Sometimes. It’s all day and we can’t have our phones. Also, I was diagnosed with ptsd (they said moderate to severe but i didnt know there was a scale like that).

Also, I finally told my mom about my childhood trauma shit and we had a real discussion on that ex of mine that would beat me. Literally everyone is convinced my asexuality is from trauma but I’m not so sure.

Now I’m working on triggers. I’ve been internalizing everything and not talking anyone about anything related to this stuff since I was 11 so it’s turning out that that I have more things that set me off or on edge than I thought.

Anyways, these are the reasons I haven’t been in games much, or really online at all.

Taking My Life Away Part 6**

Originally posted by couplenotes

Summary: You get a job in another city forcing you to leave your best friend behind. Or not. 

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1785

A/N: Part 6! This one is smutty and kinda NSFW. There is strong sexual content (‘cause smut) and bad language! I hope that this is okay. I’ve never written smut before so sorry ahead of time if it’s not good! Also please let me know if you wanna be tagged (or untagged) :)

Previous: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5


He didn’t respond to my text right away and it was starting to make me nervous. I started to slowly unpack my apartment, knowing that it would take me a while to settle in and make it feel like home. I was tackling the kitchen stuff first when my phone rang out, echoing throughout the empty apartment. I answered the phone without looking at it, trying to put my mugs on a higher shelf. 

“Hello?”

“What did you mean that you’re still interested?”

“I meant what I said Buck. You said to let you know if I still thought sleeping with you was a good idea when I was sober, and I do.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to sleep with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to sleep with you?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

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