short quip

have thenvunin getting a little drunk on the refreshments and uthvir getting a little drunk on him @feynites :3

Stupid Idiot

Chris Jericho/OC. For Anon: Reader has a crush on another wrestler. In hopes of impressing this dude she agrees to a threesome he wants, but she gets terribly left out and ultimately leaves. Chris finds her all tearful in the elevator and gets a clingy earful when he tries to find out if she’s okay. She doesn’t believe him when he says what an idiot this dude is, until he makes her believe it back in his room.

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Why I believe it would have been better if Jaune had died instead of Pyrrha

Before I even start… This is NOT Jaune “hate,” so don’t try and twist it into that. I am not hating on him by thinking it would have had a better impact on the audience and characters, as well as the plot, had he died. I’m a writer, and as such, I believe that Jaune dying would have been the better decision.

Here’s why. (WARNING: Super long!)

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winter warmth

pairing: chanyeol x reader
genre: fluff
request: clingy, cute winter themed chanyeol

Originally posted by chanshine

As you stepped inside, the sparse snowflakes on your head transitioned into droplets of water and seeped into your hair. The welcoming warmth wrapped its arms around you to rid you of the harsh temperatures you battled to reach your boyfriend’s dorm.

“Oh dear, your nose is all red. Why didn’t you tell one of us to pick you up? The boys don’t buy expensive cars for nothing, Y/N.” Minseok scolded as he rushed to take your slightly damp scarf off your neck while simultaneously kicking the dorm door shut with his right foot. Your body twitched as chill ran down your spine while Minseok muttered to himself about how Chanyeol should have picked you up.

“It’s just a little snow, besides it’s nice to look at” you laughed in response as he carefully placed your scarf on the warm radiator. “To look at, Y/N. Not to walk in” the older man chided at your carefree stance on the matter.

“Chanyeol’s in his room.” Jongdae announced as he made his way down the corridor while flashing you his kitten-like smile. His sweet smile elicited your own warm smile before you rushed off to finally see the the man who caused Minseok’s mini tantrum.

Muffled laughter and shouts of excitement reached your ears as you got closer to the room, hearing your boyfriends deep laugh bought a smile to your face. You opened the door and peeked your head in; Sehun was leaning against the wall while smiling to himself, Baekhyun was sprawled all across the bed with his messy hair covering his face and Chanyeol was sat on his favourite black chair. All their eyes shifted to focus on you as you smiled at the trio.

Sehun shuffled to you, before Chanyeol could roll himself to you on his wheeled chair, and pulled you by your hand and into the room filled with boyish energy. Chanyeol’s face contorted in faux jealousy at the broad shouldered boy who didn’t let go of your hand as he pulled you in. As the scene played out, Baekhyun smirked the three of you and moved to lean his head on his hand, his elbow squashing the plump pillow underneath it in the process.

“Oh! Chanyeol’s girlfriend has been stolen from him by a younger, better looking man. It was bound to happen but lets wait and see what Chanyeol does in response.” Baekhyun reported in a tone mocking documentary narrators. You laughed as the tall men changed their stance to match Baekhyun’s commentary. Chanyeol’s dark eyes flickered from you to Sehun before he let out a dramatic growl and moved to seize your free hand in his and pull your smaller body onto his seated one. Baekhyun’s loud shocked noises added to the dramatics.

“Don’t steal my woman, Oh Sehun. I’m a growling wolf, ready to protect his woman” Chanyeol’s deep voice rumbled in an acting tone as he wrapped his hands around your head and moved you closer to his chest.

Sehun licked his lips and rolled his eyes before he sauntered out of the room, almost as if he hadn’t been playing along with his older friends. You pushed Chanyeol’s large hands out of your hair, he released his grip and looked down at your body laying on his lap. Leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss against the bottom of his jaw.

“Tsk, you ruined my fun.” Baekhyun groaned as he threw his body back on the bed, he bounced back up twice before laying there in uncharacteristic silence. After hearing his voice, Chanyeol raised his hand over his eyes and began squinting; he looked around once before using both his hands to act as binoculars.

“Hmm, Y/N. I heard someone speak but I can’t find them, they must be too short.” Your boyfriend quipped before giggling to himself as his shorter friend stood up immediately while huffing.

“I’m taller than Suho! God, you think cos you’re tall you’re better than me.” Baekhyun grumbled to himself as he walked out of the room, leaving you two alone. While watching him leave, you tried standing up from Chanyeol’s lap but he wrapped his long arms around your waist and pulled you back into his warmth.

His dark hair ticked the bottom of your ear as he nuzzled into your neck. Reaching behind you, your put your hand in his hair and massaged his scalp softly as he sighed into your neck.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N” he cooed into your neck, the air splayed against your neck adding to the warmth he was providing. His lips ghosted over your lips, he inhaled to submerge himself in your scent which always provided him with comfort.

Placing a single soft kiss in the crook of your neck, he whispered “it’s too cold to be alone, baby”

anonymous asked:

Can I please have head canons of UF!Sans, UF!Grillby and Muffet falling for a waitress?

im a former waitress so excuse me while I dream~Mod Tati


He is in the ultimate denial for a long time. No he is not checking out Grillby’s new waitress. No he does not move his seat to a booth instead of the bar just for an excuse to hear her voice more. Not to mention he most definitely did not slip his number into her apron pocket.

At first he might be really vulgar in his flirting. Commenting on the short skirt of your uniform as often as he can tear his eyes away. But after a while he starts noting how sweet you are, how stern you can be with rowdy customers and how you take no kind of shit, except for when you laugh at his jokes… He waits for you after the bar closes one night and basically insists (mostly because he’s straight up panicking right now) that you should go on a date with him.


He’s flirting from the moment he hires you. It starts very friendly and playful, only really coming out in short little quips between him and Sans whenever you’re around. And in the best way of putting it, he gets hit by a truck of feelings suddenly while opening up the bar and seeing little sticky notes you leave to remind yourself to do things. You’re just too damn cute for him.

From then on it’s incredibly hard for him to keep up the suave and silent act around you. He grins like a lovesick fool when you giggle, smiles unconsciously while he watches you work and can’t keep a blush off his face when you’re within holding distance. He contemplates asking you on a date while you two close up the bar one night. Maybe he’ll invite you for a night cap just to ease into it.. is that okay? You’re his employee after all and it might make you uncomfortable not to mention how much danger you would be put-wait shit is something burning?

His flames got a little too high and ended up scorching the roof. You decide to ask him about it later.


Muffet is actually the most normal one about her feelings for you. You’ve caught this spiders interest so she fawns over you. Complimenting your outfits, your hair, how confident you look when you’re walking around making sure everyone is satisfied. She packs you little pastries to take home at the end of the night. Sometimes if you’re early breakfast and tea will be waiting for you before preparing for the work day.

After a bit of time the breakfast becomes routine and you go on “friend” dates any time you can. Everything from shopping to movies and dinner, at some point she wants to invite you back to her apartment to attempt whatever “courting” was for humans but can’t bring herself to. That little voice at the back of her mind reminding her she was a monster and you might just be disgusted by her. Nonetheless during any downtime at work she really can’t help herself from shyly holding one of your hands or playing with a stray strand of your hair.

She refuses to be a brute and asks to court you formally on valentines day over heart shaped pancakes covered in homemade whipped cream that is the same color as your SOUL.


Enjolras has excellent posture and the stance of a leader, a passion brimming in his eyes at all times. A fervent, fierce revolutionary, he has never had the time to ever indulge in ..dancing. And he is fine with that. A man of his position can barely afford the time for anything besides writing perfect speeches and reading and working towards the grand goal of revolution and freedom.

It’s one of those rough nights and Enjolras finds Grantaire in a corner of his studio, a bottle smashed at his feet and his head sunk between his knees. Enjolras tries to quietly clean up the mess but Grantaire raises his head and in in that second, in his eyes Enjolras sees a terrifying grief that tightens his throat in an icy grip. He has always had revolts to plan and arguments to debate with, never breathless, never short of a witty quip, the last word; never had he felt so helpless in the face of the tumult tragedy that he had only caught a glimpse of in that one fleeting second.

He tentatively reaches out a hand and touches the rough fabric of the shirt that hung loosely off Grantaire’s forearm. Grantaire doesn’t respond.

“Dance with me” Enjolras whispers.

“I thought the great liberator and champion of democracy didn’t indulge in the luxury of dancing—that he despired these unnecessary bourgeois traditions” Grantaire’s voice is small and hollow.

“..teach me how to dance” Enjolras rephrases and his voice is more hopeful, sombre in it’s endearment.

Grantaire lets Enjolras pull him to his feet, his eyes reflecting a subtle amusement, “all right, then”

(Basically just give me never-seen-before footage of Grantaire and Enjolras slow dancing while they hold each other close in Grantaire’s messy studio while he teaches Enjolras to dance.. to this song ok. Just, let me have this. Give me more of this sad wholesomeness™.)

Cover Requests (ft. Kim Taehyung) Part 1

Hey everyone! This is my first fic here back on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy, and thank you @daegukkie for being the amazing catalyst for this Drabble that took way too long sry 

please take the time to give me some feedback! I’m a little rusty so any sort of constructive criticism is always so so helpful. Love you! 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Genre: fluff, bakery coworkers!au 

1.2k words
 Summary: adventurous and weird Taehyung keeps asking for shift covers and basically he comes back with proof of these adventures and its weird, amazing, and you wanna get to know him

But every time, he ran into the bakery panting like he ran a mile, with a pair of ridiculous pink sweatpants with the tag still on them, or another time with grease stains all over his face and arms, or even with a handful of candles he bought from “an old granny on the street down there because she looked so cold and I wanted her to go home,” you got more and more confused and curious about this peculiar boy and his adventures.

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Just a Drink Part Four

Written for the prompt “Scully lesbian encounter with a beautiful stranger “When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to?” 

Part one here Part two here Part three here

Rating: NC17 from here on out.
Pairing: Scully/OC


“If I speed, we can be there in three.”

“Then speed.”

The three minutes feel a lot like three hours. Scully shifts uncomfortably,  pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the aching tension, and to protect Leyla’s leather interior from the pool of arousal soaking through her panties –  and probably through the slinky material of her dress. When she chances a glance at Leyla, she sees a ticking jaw and knuckles popping white against the steering wheel. She feels a surge of excitement at the knowledge that Leyla is just as impatient as she is.

The car finally comes to a stop in front of an apartment building, which Scully vaguely recognizes as being a couple thousand rent dollars out of her budget. She opens her own door and is stepping out of the car when Leyla appears in front of her.

Scully groans helplessly as Leyla’s fingers push into the dip of her lower back, bringing their bodies together. Their lips connect, and Leyla catches Scully’s bottom lip roughly between her teeth. “Inside,” Scully gasps against Leyla’s mouth as she struggles for air.

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Valentines present for my friend @emilyfuckingprentiss 

Originally posted by midnightinparis

“ You do the talking” Prentiss grumbled as she slammed the car door. “ Why?” Morgan asked taking his shades off as they walked to the store. “ This isn’t my scene , I will probably say the wrong thing” she sighed. She stared at the sign of the bakery, Crumbs and all with a little cat clutching a cake in its paws. “ What too cute?” He chuckled as he pushed the door open. “More like too pink” she smirked stepping in.

Her profiler eyes scanned the area. Little hand painted white tables with families and couples eating . Rows and rows of delectable goods : cakes , cookies, pies and cupcakes.Everything was so petite and adorable she felt like an awkward giraffe walking in. “ How can I help you” a girl pipes on the other side of the counter. Emily turned around to a girl. A pretty girl.

 The girl was adorable, hair tied up in a bun, flour all over her face like war paint. Bright eyes guarded by a pair of horn rimmed glasses. Her lips were pink and fixed in a natural pout as she brushed off her apron. Derek looked between his grumpy partner and the girl, he could see her pupils dilate and her eyes wander. He nudged Prentiss to say something. She glared back at him but then sighed and got her badge out. “Agent Emily Prentiss, FBI. This is my partner Derek Morgan. Is this your bakery?” 

 The girl nodded “Been running for almost three years now, you here on a break?” she asked,pushing her glasses back into position as they slipped down the bridge of her nose. “ Uh, no we are here to ask you some questions’ Prentiss stuttered. The girl looked at her, head tilted in confusion. Shit shit shit eye contact, keep it cool Emily. “May we speak in private” she finally coughed out. “Me and my partner I mean” she added quickly.

 Smooth Prentiss, real smooth.

 The girl raised an eyebrow,” Sure thing, come on out back” she replied, taking her apron off and tossing it under the counter “Sula, get the biscotti out of the oven will you? And ice the cupcakes after they’ve cooled”. “Yes mam” a short Asian woman quipped from the back. Prentiss followed her through the little hatch and down to the kitchen. It was small but jam packed with ovens, refrigerators, and trays and trays of delectable goods laid out for cooling. 

Morgan stared longingly at the donuts and jumped back when Prentiss slapped his hand away from the tray. “We’re on a case” she hissed. “Oh it’s fine you can take one” the girl smiled handing him a donut, wrapped in tissue. “Just try not to spill anything cause we have rat problem”. The girl jumped up onto the counter and sat on it swinging her legs. Prentiss’s eyes trailed down , scanning the girl’s body. Her skin looked so soft and welcoming but she was also strong and well built. Emily mentally kicked herself for being such a perv. Morgan smirked at his partner before turning to the girl. 

“Did a Jamie Finch work for you ?” he asked. The girl nodded “Yeah he was our delivery boy”. “Was?” Prentiss asked turning away to stop herself from staring at the girl’s chest. “Yeah, I fired him 3 weeks ago”. “Why?” Prentiss asked attempting to look the girl in the eye. “There were always complaints ; cakes getting smashed before they got there, being unnecessarily rude to customers. He cussed at at a kid because it pulled at his shirt. It was bad for business so I let him go”. Prentiss nodded and then she looked at Morgan , practically begging him to take over. She hated talking to attractive people , she always got weak in the knees and her mouth went all dry and her brain turned to mush. “Do you have a home address?” Morgan asked. “Yeah I can go get it for you”. The second she left Prentiss took a deep breath.

“Okay so getting laid off must have been the stressor”. “So he is probably after her next” Morgan muttered, calling Hotch. “You think she’s cute don’t you” he asked amused as his friend fidgeted nervously, taking sneaky glances at y/n. “No I don’t “ she growled back. “Okay cupcake” he smirked. She swatted him so hard that he almost fell back. He laughed and walked out to talk to Hotch. “I’ll leave you to it” he winked. Prentiss clenched her fists , promising herself she would kill him once they left. 

 “Here you go” y/n said handing over a file. “That should include most of his info, so what did he do?” she asked, leaning against one of the many refrigerators. “He is murdering female authority figures in his life: Prentiss replied, trying to make herself bigger. “So you’re thinking I might be next?” Y/N frowned. “It’s likely,. May i have your phone number and address?”. The girl smirked “You gonna ask me out or something?” . Prentiss blushed furiously “You’ll be put in protective custody, that’s why” she mumbled. The girl grinned scribbling down her information on a notepad . 

 “Too bad, you’re pretty” she winked. Emily stared at the girl wide eyed, shoving the scrap of paper into her wallet she walked out “We will call you if we get something” she called out as she left.”Later, cupcake” the girl yelled as Emily ran out of the bakery, blushing. She scurried up to the car 

 “How’d it go, cup..” 

 “You finish that sentence and I swear I’ll put a bullet through your brain.”

anonymous asked:

Okay so just imagine, the unrequited love of Driver Kim towards Jumin, he sees him every day but can't ever act on his feelings, he loves Princess Jumin with all his heart, but he is merely Stableboy Kim (╥﹏╥) thoughts?

( ⁍᷄⌢̻⁍᷅ )

He saw him every day, listened to his brief summaries of his day, why he was going to so and such place today. And, like every other day, he listened patiently and offered any short quip or support he could.

Many would kill to be in his shoes. Driving around the areas most eligible bachelor. In fact, there were a few female chauffeurs that nearly beat him to this job. But no, he deserved this. He was the only one who could handle the Jumin Han. The one and only, the precious Jumin Han.

Today was a bit different. Mr. Han just wanted to go on a long drive, ‘sort his thoughts’ apparently. And, like always, he obliged the man. He worked so long and hard, how could he refuse?

Except today, Jumin prompted him to follow him out of the car, joining him on a beautiful overlook. They stood there, enjoying the rich colors of the sunset swirl together. Suddenly, Jumin reached out for his hand, warmly taking it in his own-

“Daaad, wake up you old fool.”

Driver Kim woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. He sat up, palming his forehead as he deciphered that crazy dream.

Maybe…Maybe he was working too much.


For @misc-oneshots​ @spnfanficpond

Words: 2,579
Pairings : Balthazar x Reader
Warnings : Vague violence

You made your way out of your bedroom to the kitchen. Hobbling you knew that you weren’t going on the next hunt. You had to take time to heal from the last one.

“Whatcha got?” You asked your brothers as you made your way to the kitchen table where Sam and Dean were talking.

“A case,” Dean said standing up to get you a cup of coffee. He was holding the cup when he turned and looked at you. “And before you even ask, no you’re not going.”

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forscythiaminor  asked:

I love the discworld books! I want to incorporate things from the witches' practices, but I'm not sure how to get started, is there anything in particular you would suggest? I've got headology going right now! Fair winds ;)

I would reread the books with the eyes of an actual witch. I think you will find new inspiration. I mean, there are just so many short quips that can inform world views from that Granny Weatherwax quote about being the most terrifying thing in the forest, or getting involved with occult leads to believing in Gods and just because they exist doesn’t mean you have to believe in them.

Or this quote about the moon might suit your world view:

“What was supposed to be so special about a full moon? It was only a big circle of light. And the dark of the moon was only darkness. But halfway between the two, when the moon was between the worlds of light and dark, when even the moon lived on the edge…maybe then a witch could believe in the moon.” Witches Abroad

Shambles are fun to make or once you gain some experience you might want to think about what “borrowing” means to you. You could think in terms of geography and how your geography informs your witchcraft and what is already in you.

Those are just some thoughts. If anyone else has any suggestions feel free to add on.

Basket Case (part 2)

Originally posted by magiccastles

Genre: High school au with angst, comedy/crack idk, fluff, maybe smut in the future

Characters: (Y/n), All of Got7, and other kpop idols

Warnings: Cussing, Bullying, Mentions of self hate, mentions of underage drinking etc. (some of the stuff put here isn’t until later chapters. If there’s anything else that needs to be tagged as a warning please tell me)


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Vertically Challenged

* Laurens × Reader
* Hamiltime
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: reader is really very short, (like VERY short) and John loves to tease her about it and it’s basically just fluff

A/N: here’s a crap ton of cute John Laurens fluff. This was fun and quite easy once I started. Sorry it’s a little short (pun not intended) that’s just what happens to fluff without much plot. I hope you all enjoy

Word Count: 961


You were always the shortest. In your family, in school, in work. You were short. You knew it too, you just didn’t like it one bit. You often yelled at people to stop mocking your hight. Well, everyone but John Laurens. He was the same age as you and your best friend. He always made fun of your height but never in a rude way.

When you were little, he quickly grew taller than you. At first he didn’t make fun of you too much. Of course, that changed quickly. He began mocking you but also defending you. Even against your friends.

“Hey Short Stack.” Alexander would quip. And as a result John would smack the back of his head. Your friends quickly stopped with all the short jokes. However, a few still slipped out, usually when John wasn’t around. A stern glare from you would silence them.

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anonymous asked:

My favorite thing is a fic is Tsukki just being utterly whipped. Like Hinata so much as hums? And then Tsukki's mind is racing bc Sho is too cute for his own good. But on the outside Tsukki manages to string together a short quip trying to hide any evidence of his hardcore crush (Hinata doing the same is great too 👌👌)

YES, anon! You know what I’m about! 

I love thinking about how Tsukishima thinks that he’s hiding his crush really well, but sometimes his bitterness falters and everyone notices. Or, Tsukishima getting annoyed with himself because he finds the littlest, most ridiculous things about Hinata cute. Tsukishima giving Hinata his meat buns after practice and trying to cover it by saying that he “isn’t hungry” and “your stomach is bottomless, just take them” but never gives them to anyone else.

Pining Tsukishima is my jam.

Ablaze [Jungkook Cop!AU]

Song Suggestion: Hyoyeon - Mystery

Requested by anonymous enjoyyyy

~Admin S

Originally posted by spongecakechimchim

Hot breath trickled down your neck, a stark contrast to the frost-ridden winter air. Undeniably pleasant chills coursed down your spine, through your bones.

“And caught…” 

A slight sneer passed way through your lips, a puff of smoke departing then dispersing into the cold night sky. You found yourself in the most unfortunate of predicaments, though not unfamiliar. Pressed against the frigid, bitter bricks of an unknown building.

You had hesitated. And that hesitation, it lasted mere seconds, milliseconds more like, but it was enough, just enough for a large calloused hand to lace around your ankle, to throw you onto the dark pavement of the alleyway.

Bastard,” you spat, your voice coarse and breathless from the impact. You could feel the Cheshire grin spreading across his features as he pressed his chest against your back and your torso into the bricks. You groaned, his lower body pressing into yours just as his upper body did.

“Now, now, princess, why on earth would you call me such nasty names…” 

His breathy whispers enticed you, flustered you, yet more than anything else, they infuriated you. Somehow his voice seemed to drop another octave, nearly inaudible this time, hardly even a whisper. “I’m only doing my job Y/N.”

Like hell he was.

“Belittlement and sexual harassment must be in every officer’s job description then,” you snapped. Your sharp quip was short lived though as a hiss of pain soon followed. Jungkook grasped the back of your head, fingers knotted in your hair and slammed your jaw against the brick.

Whirling you around so your breasts instead of your back pressed against his chest, Jungkook’s free hand found its way to your neck, slithering up to your soon to be bruising jaw. You winced; he stroked your skin softly in response, raising and scrunching his eyebrows slightly as to feign concern.

Your eyes bore into his, refusing to look away, glaring. He sighed, his fingers still dancing about your tender skin, tracing over the blood trickling down your cheek and chin.

“If you didn’t make my job so difficult, I would gladly be more gentle. I would have you beneath my touch in a much more pleasurable way…” he crooned softly into your ear.

Your body shook with anger. You hated him. You hated him so goddamn much. You hated how you craved these encounters and his touch most of all.

Jungkook’s grip on your head, on your hair, loosened, trailing down your body to a more desirable, reaction-provoking, location. His hand found its way to your inner thigh, his fingers pressing harshly into the skin. Your breath audibly caught in your throat leading Jungkook to further prod at you.

“This vigilante outfit of yours is such a pain,” he groaned, his lips latching onto the soft flesh of your neck, his hand simultaneously creeping further up your thigh. His knuckles and digits kneaded into the tender tissue. 

His thumb grazed ever so lightly across the heat between your legs. A pathetic whine escaped your lips before you could stop it and you couldn’t help the flames blossoming on your skin from everywhere he touched. 

“What was that baby girl?” You growled in response. You were never fond of those condescending pet names he used on you.

“There’s not need to get so worked up, darling. We’ll have all the time in the world back at the precinct during interrogation. You can get worked up then,” Jungkook mumbled against your skin. His teeth grazed over the irritated skin.

The pad of his thumb pressed down harshly against your heat. He’d toyed with you enough in the past that he knew exactly where your sweet spot is… and he was doing everything to just barely avoid it. 

Replacing the pad of his thumb with two fingers, Jungkook gently stroked along your clothed folds. You bit the insidr your lip in attempts to conceal any sounds threatening to escape your lips.

Jungkook’s lips trailed down your body, his teeth grazing from your neck to your collarbone, eliciting a yelp from you.

By this point, you could feel your panties completely soaked. Thank the heavens just how wet you were was concealed by your garments, even if it did mean full access to you was denied. Jungkook certainly didn’t need any more boosts to his ego.

Another yelp escaped your lips despite your attempts to withhold any vocals. Jungkooks fingers had finally settled overtop your clit, rubbing in the most sinfully blissful of rhythms. 

“F-fuck,” you shuddered yet again unable to contain your vocals. 

Jolts of pleasure, jolts of flames ignited through your entire body. You allowed your body to melt into the pleasure, but only for a moment. Only for a moment and nothing more.

Fighting to come back to your senses, you cautiously opened your eyes as to be certain Jungkook was as distracted as you were moments ago, you hazily took in your position and surroundings. This time he wouldn’t catch you… at least not for a few more days, not until you got that itch for him again.

And your hand shot out to his wrist, applying just enough pressure to sprain it and cause him to gasp out in pain. The arm of his you hadn’t struck immediately flew around you, constricting around your waist and restraining your upper body movements almost entirely.

He smirked. It seems as though his arrogance has gotten the best of him yet again. You’d think after all these encounters he’d learn to be a bit more cautious with you, that is, at least, if he actually wanted to catch you for good.

Targeting the outer weak spot of his knee, Jungkook’s legs buckled. His grip on you loosened. Using this to your advantage you spun around landing to his head with the heel of your foot. Jungkook stumbled away, pulling a baton from his belt. 

Before he was able to put it to use, though, you reached for your bow thrown to the side in the corner of the alley, striking him once more before ascending up the building escaping the scenario for certain this time.

“And escaped…” You whispered breathlessly, more for your own satisfaction than for his disdain. Sirens began to sound from down the road. Backup must have been just arriving. 

You smirked. It was dark so you couldn’t quite see Jungkook’s expression from down below. You could certainly visualize the frustration, though. Not only did he not completely get his way with you, but he’d have to explain to the chief officer just how he managed to let you escape yet again…

“Careful with that arrogance of yours, Jungkook…” You lingered atop the rooftop just a moment longer to taunt him. “It has a tendency to get you in trouble.”

Escaping into the shadows, bow in hand, silently moving above the city, you couldn’t help a shortness of breath momentarily engulfing you. You scoffed, a smile tugging at your lips nonetheless. “Prepossessing bastard,” you mumbled to yourself, your skin still set ablaze.

Interval: Giving Tree

@syzygycas wrote this awesome piece Interval for the Giving Tree stuff I’ve been doing and this is my response to them. Play ball…

That was the curious thing about the Truth: it didn’t kill. It took, it punished, but the wanton ripping and tearing it delighted in were always more calculated than first glance suggested. Limbs, because bleeding could be stopped. Internal organs, the ones that didn’t dictate life and death. Sight, without so much as a broken bloodvessel. An entire body, confiscated alive.

The first time the Truth met Ed, he settled on the left leg. No higher than the thigh—that’d be cruel for a boy so young. This sort of sacrifice could be smoothed over with automail, and live as a permanent scar to keep the boy away forever. The second visit—well, the Truth could understand. It HAD taken Ed’s brother—cost an entire arm.

And the Truth saw no more of those boys, save for the soulless body propped in front of Alphonse’s gate. It was a courteous thing, quiet usually. The Truth didn’t mind its company as the days passed. The Truth wouldn’t have taken the body if it were a bother.

After four years of general silence, the body gasped. The Truth looked it up and down, filled with a soul, wide glassy eyes wrought with panic. New company. It was bound to happen eventually. The boy would be a nice enough friend, considering the Truth had taken measures to ensure the older brother never again attempted to bring him back.

Or the Truth…thought. Suppressing the surprise in its body when the second Elric brother emerged, white-faced and trembling, left arm extended in offering. Short quips, fast exchanges, five trips’ worth of body parts.

Five more trips, this one included…Five unfathomable sins…That wasn’t the point of Truth’s game…

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