BTS teasing you under the table

“Bts reaction to teasing you under the table and you end up moaning their name and all the other members hear it smirking at him?” - Anon

Thank you for the request!!  This is my first reaction.  I hope you enjoy! XOXO - Lace


As Jin used his remote to gradually turn up the vibrator he’d given to you that morning, it was becoming increasingly harder for you to keep quiet.  You usually would not worry about being quiet, but this situation was awkwardly different.  You weren’t only out to dinner, you were with the other members as well.  You decide to try and subtly ask him to stop.  That was a mistake.  When you open your mouth it just so happens to perfectly sync with him bumping up the toy to its highest setting.  Your mouth is already open so there is no way to further suppress his name falling from your lips in breathless desperation.  Earning a prideful smirk from Jin and slightly confused and horrified looks from the other members, your face becomes flushed with a colour similar to that of the marinara sauce on your meal sitting in front of you.  The members simply look at each other and then back down at their food, making a unanimous decision not to address the current situation.  You look at Jin who is very pleased with himself as he turns the toy off, satisfied with the reaction you gave him.


“Yoongi…” you moaned.  

You can’t hold it in anymore.  You had been craving your boyfriend all day, but he’s been busy.  He promised he would take care of you tonight.  When he made his promise, you of course were filled with excitement and anticipation.  It never once crossed your mind that he meant he would sneakily slip his hand under your dress while you were out having a delicious meal with the other boys.  His fingers, which, at this point, are fully in your panties, only getting faster as they continue to dance in circles on top of your clit.  He looks at you with surprise, which soon turns to a look of pride seeing how you could barely control yourself under his touch.  The members look up at you both, understanding what was going on by your single, whine-drenched moan.

“Jesus Christ Yoongi, let the girl just eat in peace,”  Namjoon speaks in your defense.  Bless him.  

With a dark chuckle, your boyfriend slowly removes his hand from under your dress, only promising to finish up when you two get home.


His look of artificial innocence and confusion as to why you just breathlessly, needily moaned for him was absolutely infuriating.  This bastard was two fingers, knuckle deep inside your core under the table of your favorite restaurant that you were currently at, surrounded by his fellow bandmates.  His pace was fast, curved to hit all the right spots with every thrust.  You kept quiet for as long as you could, but he finally broke you.  Everyone looks at you with the exception of Jungkook, who keeps his head down choosing to ignore what just happened.  

“Is there something wrong, Y/N?  You sound stressed…” Hobi says, barely able to hold back his laughter.  The other members now understand what was happening, a couple of them even finding it funny.

“Can you two at least wait until you go home?  Some of us are trying to eat.” Jin speaks up as he puts a bite of food in his mouth.

Your boyfriend just beams as he removes his fingers from your heat, leaving you feeling empty yet relieved.  You look at him, and by the look in his eyes, you could tell he was done but only for now.


You had been trying and trying to get Namjoon to turn off or at least turn down the vibrator he’d made you wear to lunch with the other boys as punishment, all to no avail.  There was only one thing left that you could do.  Embarrass him.  You didn’t want to, but with a growing heat that was washing over you and a tightening feeling around the toy, this needed to stop before it went too far.  You decide that if it’s a reaction he wants, that’s what he gets.  He just gets more than he probably wanted in public and around his friends.  

“Namjoonie…” You moan in the whiniest, needy, tortured, and breathless yet quiet voice you can muster without it getting too real.  

His eyes immediately widened as they look into yours with the most shocked expression.  You can see his face become blood red as he nervously fumbles around with the remote trying to quickly turn the device off.  You look at the other boys who are also looking at you, confused and horrified.  You sigh in relief and smile as you finally feel the vibration come to a halt.  You look at you boyfriend once more and give him a thank you kiss on the cheeks as he buries his face in hands.


You stare Jimin in the eyes, his face clearly overjoyed seeing how breathless you were becoming.  He’d been teasing you all through dinner with the boys.  Stealthily sliding his hand under your skirt and was rubbing your clothed heat while occasionally slipping a finger in your panties for direct contact.  It was all becoming too much.  He was playing everything off so cool, able to easily eat and carry out conversations with his friend as if he wasn’t bringing steadily closer to your breaking point.  It was infuriating.  You are trying to get a bite of food and act normal when you feel two of his fingers enter you without warning or hesitation.  With pleasure quickly consuming you, you are unable to resist letting his name escape your mouth.  He smirks down at his food, not looking at you once.  You are so focused on not being pushed over the edge in public, you don’t notice his fellow members staring at you until Yoongi comes to your rescue, sort of.

“Fuck, get a room.  You two are disgusting.”  He says with food and disgust very clearly filling his mouth.  

Jimin completely removes his hand from you, simply smirking to let you know he was only done for the time being.


“Tae,” you moan out desperately, “…please.”  

You don’t mean for him to please continue his relentless swirls, circles, and figure 8 patterns on your overly sensitive clit.  You would mean that if he wasn’t doing this under a corner table in a cafe while you are sitting across from the other members.  The boys immediately bring their eyes to you and your boyfriend in surprise upon realizing what he was most likely doing to you.

“I didn’t expect this from you, Taehyung.  You should stop, let her rest and eat.”  Jimin says concerned but obviously slightly amused with the situation as it’s evident that he’s holding back laughter.  

Tae looks at you innocently as he removes his fingers from you.  He flashes his signature boxy grin in victory, though he does feel a little bad about embarrassing you, he knows he will make it up to you after you both leave.


You can already feel the stares from the boys and Jungkook as you accidentally let his name slip from your throat.  You tried to fight the pleasure you were getting from feeling two of your boyfriend’s long, slim fingers wreaking havoc on your g-spot, but you were obviously losing.  Getting glares and a proud smile from Jungkook himself, you are overcome with embarrassment.  

“Can this wait, guys?  We are trying to enjoy this food.” Jin voice is laced with calm horror.  

You soon feel an emptiness between you legs, much to your relief.  Your boyfriends face just plastered with satisfaction in knowing you would now be wonderfully worked up for later, once both of you got home.

I hope you enjoyed! XOXO - Lace

So this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but these thoughts became very coherent to me in the last day.

I think there’s a very big difference in the way Jews in Israel view the threats to the Jewish People, and the way Jews in diaspora view these threats, and I want you guys to see what lead me to feel this way

I’m Israeli, born and raised. I’m a secular Jew. I define myself as Israeli before I define myself as Jewish. I grew up in a secular neighborhood, in a secular city, I’ve rarely attended synagogue, and yet I’ve never for a second doubted my Judaism. Because in Israel it’s everywhere. It’s the fact that the national holidays are the Jewish ones. It’s the fact that our weekend is Friday and Saturday, and in Sunday we go back to work. It’s in the Kashrut in all the public places. It’s in the sufganiyot selling everywhere in November and December, and in the thousands of people in customs you see on the streets in Purim. It’s even in the fact every teen in Israel travels to Poland to visit concentration camp, the culmination of an intensive year of studying the Holocaust in school, and every year in Yom HaShoah, a siren is sounded throughout the country and everyone stands still. I don’t personally know a single person who believes in Christ. Living in Israel means that you don’t have to be active in order to define yourself as Jewish and to celebrate your Judaism. It’s enough to just be, and Judaism will come to you.

Which is why we aren’t worried about assimilating as Jews in the diaspora do. It is why I couldn’t understand yesterday why the “Jews for Jesus” and the “Messianic Israelites” offend you guys so much. To me, they look like ridiculous idiots, parading their stupidity around. To Jews in the diaspora, as I’ve realized in the past day, they are actual threats.

When I’m thinking of threats to the Jewish people, I’m thinking of physical threats. I’m thinking of the enemy countries that surround me and of the enemies from within who are trying to destroy us, I’m thinking of the roaring antisemitism in Europe that brought my mother here 35 years ago and hasn’t gone down, even slightly, since. I’m not thinking of assimilation. But it’s a real threat too, and I shouldn’t disregard it.


When you get caught up in a stagnant life style, you tend to lose feeling. Everything is just heavy weight, making life dull and meaningless. Even with things that are important to you start to feel more like an annoyance. Waking up every morning to go to class and then to work, becomes a unbearable burden. Every hour that passes by, you just wait for it to be over. For those of us who are practicing followers of Christ, praying everyday becomes more of a chore than a sign of love and legit conversation with Christ. Every bead, every word, every prayer that gets said and lifted up feel heavy and dry. We just look forward to nothing. We look forward to sleep, we look forward to the day to be over. Not making every thing count. That is me, or I hope used to be me. Work has been a drag. Selling phones, or just being a sales person in general, was never my strongest attribute and it is showing that my District Manager has put me on final notice and if I don’t improve my sales by the end of the month I am gone. Prayer has felt immensely dry and I know for certain it is because I haven’t been living my prayers.

This past weekend I did something I never thought of myself doing, become a Singles for Christ. If you don’t know, SFC is the next step up in my faith journey from my previous Christian group, CFC-Youth for Christ. To YFC, reading this, no worries I will still be around, I will ALWAYS be around. But I began to figure out that I need SFC. I need to be nourished. If all you do is give, lead, talk, and do not receive, follow, or listen your spiritual and physical life becomes to wither and become malnourished. SFC has re-affirmed everything for me. Christ’s love, Christ’s sacrifice, why I HAVE/NEED to pray everyday, why prayer is a conversation not a one-way street, why the Church is the most valuable thing in this world, why I MUST trust in Christ, but most importantly that God is REAL. Everything that I have been doing doesn’t need to be changed or spiced up. All those spiritual and religious books, all the rosaries i pray, the devotions i have once a month all have a purpose in building my life and building my foundation. It became dry because I lost purpose in them. I wasn’t nourished, I wasn’t listening. As for work and the possibility of being fired? I trust in Him. I trust that whatever He plans for me, I will stand by it and stand WITH HIM. Everything has become refreshed and re-affirmed. Just like my first YFC camp, when I became dedicated to the family, I was baptized, once more, with the Holy Spirit and the gifts in which He imparts. I still have fear and worry lingering within me but I am better prepared and ready. God, His Son, His Spirit, His angels, and His saints are with me and with all of you. I have been re-affirmed.

G’morning Major

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: some cursing, smut alluded to (all out didn’t make sense for the plot)

Word Count: 1712

A/N: After having a conversation about my trip to Gettysburg with @hamartiamacguffin, this stroke of inspiration hit me! So this is based out of my own experience my first night of my trip haha! A huge thanks to @thebabeontheback for jumping in as beta!  Feedback is always appreciated, especially since it’s been a minute since I’ve written Dean. Happy reading!

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Don’t let a man-made consumer Valentine’s Day holiday this week cause you to feel discontent about your relationship status. Anybody can settle & get into a relationship. Anybody can get a ring. So, send yourself some flowers & enjoy your single status. God still has a purpose for you with or without a ring. You’re better off SINGLE & focused on Christ than dating someone that shouldn’t have made it past hello. Cheers to saving yourself unnecessary heartbreak, dysfunctional & confusion by resting.
—  Heather Lindsey
The Only Sinner That Matters

One day, the preacher asked the congregation who we thought the worst sinner in the world was. I thought of myself.

Now, intellectually, I knew that there were people in the world more full of hate than myself, or who had done worse things, or who had done more evil deeds. But none of that mattered, because I was not responsible for a single one of them.

I was responsible for myself and my own choices.

I thought of every wrong thing I had done, and every righteous thing I didn’t do, and I reaffirmed my responsibility for all of it. I judged myself according to the law, and found myself wanting.

I wasn’t fit to live in a perfect world, and that made Salvation so sweet. I could only ruin a perfect world with my selfishness, and that’s why I needed to change.

I needed Jesus then, I need Jesus now, and I will need Jesus every single day to come.

anonymous asked:

Why are people mad about what Alex says?

I assume you’re talking about the most recent trailer for SG? In which case, while it’s absolutely hard being a single mother (christ, the way we set it up in the US, it’s crazy hard and expensive having a two parent home if you both work), I would assume people are pointing out that her comments are in poor taste because:

  1. Hard as it is to raise a kid alone, you don’t really bring it up unless it’s in a way of offering some kind of support (e.g. “Oh gosh between moving to a new city and starting your new job, if you ever need a night off, Maggie and I would be more than happy to look after Ruby to give you a chance to get some work done,” etc.)
  2. The idea that she can’t even imagine single motherhood is a bit ridiculous considering Eliza did it (along with Alex’s help) after Jeremiah “died,” and even if it wasn’t her whole life, she still would have witnessed what a profound change it had on their family.
  3. Furthermore, why did they have her ask about Ruby’s dad? She’s a fucking lesbian. The writers want us to believe she’s imagining having a family with Maggie (aka another woman). But instead they’re forcing Alex to still live in the same heterosexist paradigm that assumes a traditional heterosexual two-parent family structure despite having spent the whole last episode talking about non-traditional, chosen families that are just as fucking valid
  4. And most importantly it’s playing into the same oddly forced dialogue patterns that the writers have been giving Alex this whole season to try to foist the sudden intense desire for motherhood onto her to write a poorly designed breakup plot that plays into tired tropes about what women need to be happy and fulfilled and shuts the door to an easy way to have Maggie come back as a character in later seasons (e.g. if she’d been assigned to another city, but now one of them will have had to completely reevaluate their idea of what they want their life and family to look like on a show that isn’t known for giving in-depth consideration to deep issues, at least post 2x08, since we lost the writer who gave us a decent, thoughtful coming out arc). 

Hopefully this helps and sorry for ranting at you. Meanwhile I’ll be over here reimagining that scene as it should have happened because dammit my gf and I have had three friends over to our apartment for wine and dessert and games, and the odds that they’re all 100% heterosexual or that we’d make that assumption is fuckin zero. I won’t even say slim to none because we wouldn’t make those assumptions. 

[ 3 ] Questions to Ask Yourself Before A Relationship:

[ 1 ] Does he respect what’s most important? - Colossians 1:17
If you believe that who you are in Christ is what holds you together, you should be in a relationship with someone who believes that too. If your core values are different, the relationship will inevitably unravel because Christ is not the One holding it together. And even though it may seem that guys like this are hardly out there, that’s not true. There are single men out there seeking Christ in all around the world. Not all of them are social media influencers or even leaders in the church. Some of them might be introverts or end up playing background to their more social/outgoing friends. You never know who or how you’re going to meet your future husband, but more than you focus on meeting a guy who matches your list of preferences, ask God to prepare your heart to connect with someone who doesn’t only seem like a good match for a relationship based on appearance, social media presence, or his social life, but who he is in Christ. Having preferences aren’t always wrong, but always pay more attention to who he is from the inside out. This makes a difference in how he treats you!

[ 2 ] Does he respect your heart? - Psalm 34:18
Even a well meaning person who loves the Lord can still break someone’s heart. However, it does not make it okay. Just because he’s a Christian guy that doesn’t mean it’s alright for him to lead you on for months or years without telling you where things are going. You are worth more than that. And it’s okay to have a conversation about this with him. Because even if he’s a nice guy, you have to talk about it. And no matter his answer, it’s important to know where you stand and where he stands, so you can please every detail of this entire situation in God’s hands.

[ 3 ] Does he respect your body? -1 Corinthians 6:19
Emotions and feelings may at times try to get in the way, but never momentary pleasures distract you from the Eternal truth that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. When temptations will come, pray that the Spirit strengthens you to remember the truth!

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

Prayers of St. Dymphna, Patroness of the Mentally Ill: A Prayer to God in Her Honor

Lord Jesus Christ, You have willed that St. Dymphna should be invoked by thousands of clients as the patroness of nervous and mental disease, and have brought it about that her interest in these patients should be an inspiration to and an ideal of charity throughout the world. Grant that, through the prayers of this youthful martyr of purity, those who suffer from nervous and mental illness everywhere on earth may be helped and consoled. I recommend to You in particular (here mention the names of those you wish to pray for).

Be pleased to hear the prayers of St. Dymphna and of Your Blessed Mother. Give those whom I recommend the patience to bear with their affliction and resignation to your divine will. Give them the consolation they need and especially the cure they so much desire, if it be Your will. Through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

Novena Prayers To St. Dymphna

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Charity

You are celebrated St. Dymphna, for your goodness to others. Both in your lifetime, and even more in the ages since, you have again and again demonstrated your concern for those who are mentally disturbed or emotionally troubled. Kindly secure for me, then, some measure of your own serene love, and ask our Lord to give us a share in His life and boundless charity. Amen

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Chastity

Most pure virgin, St. Dymphna, we live at a time when many are intent on satisfying every carnal appetite. Your single-minded dedication to Christ alone is providential and inspiring. Please help us by your power with God to see life in proportion as you did. With your aid we propose to perform all our actions for a pure motive, and promptly to resist all our evil inclinations. Amen.

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Faith

Dear St. Dymphna, you gave us an example in your own life of firm faith. Neither flattery, earthly rewards nor the threat of death caused you to waver in your fidelity to God. Please help us then, amid the uncertainties of life, to imitate your wholehearted dedication to Christ. Be good enough to come to our aid in our need, and pray for us to God. Amen.

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Fortitude

Courageous St. Dymphna, your strength was from God. His grace enabled you to resist evil, and to prefer exile to a life of sinful luxury. Christ’s own power preserved you faithful to Him in life and in death. In your kindness help us to imitate your example in little things, and gain for us fortitude to bear with the misfortunes we meet, and strength to overcome our weakness. Amen.

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Hope

Good St. Dymphna, you placed all your hope in Christ’s promises, and sacrificed even your life in that hope. The Lord, God, rewarded your constancy by making your name known and loved over many centuries by the thousands whom you have aided in time of difficulty. Please assist us now in our present necessity, and intercede before God for our intentions. Obtain for us a firm hope like your own in God’s unfailing protection. Amen.

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Justice

Admirable St. Dymphna, how just you were to all whom you encountered, and how careful you were to give every person his due, and more than he might desire or expect. By your power with God please come to assist us to be just to all we meet, and even to be generous in giving everyone more than strict justice requires. Amen.

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Perseverance

Most faithful St. Dymphna, you remained true to your baptismal promises to the very end. You are, therefore, honored, known, and loved after 1,400 years by people you have aided all over the world. We do not know how long or short a time is left to us of this life here, but help us in any case to be faithful to God to the end. Please gain for us the grace to live one day at a time as if each were to be our last. Amen.

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Prudence

You were marked in life, St. Dymphna, by a high degree of prudence. You sought and followed the advice of your confessor and spiritual guide. You fled from temptation even when it meant exile and poverty. In your last extremity you chose to die rather than offend God. Please help us now by your merits not only to know what is right, but procure for us also the strength to do it. Amen.

Prayer to St. Dymphna - Temperance

Generous St. Dymphna, like all Christ’s martyrs you gained this crowning grace because you prepared for it by a life of self denial. By faithfulness in smaller things you were ready for your final trial. Please teach us by your example and help to use the good things of life so that we may not miss our chance for life eternal. Help us, too, to watch and pray for ourselves and others. Amen.

I was reading an article the other day about how over 95% of all the staff members in the American Churches (and I imagine most of the Churches elsewhere in the world would have similar numbers too) are all married, so it’s not hard to imagine why the Church caters for the married people so much and might overlook the single people.

Paul talks in both 1 Timothy 3:1-13 and Titus 1:5-9 that the leadership of the Church should be comprised of married men with kids. So, it is good for the leaders of the Church to follow the Biblical guidelines for Church leadership, but Paul was only referring to the men who are Church leaders and not everyone else.

It is a shame that so many Churches these days basically make you feel like there’s something wrong with you unless you have a family. Is having a family great? Sure. Are kids a blessing? Scripture says they are a blessing from God. Yet, most people seem to overlook the qualities of the single life.

Our Lord Christ and His apostle Paul were big on the single life. They led single lives and there’s Scriptures which shows us how much of a blessing it is to be single. Being single is a gift, just as being married and having kids is another gift.

Paul tells us in 1 Corinthians 7:7-8: “I wish that all men were as I am. But each man has his own gift from God; one has this gift, another has that. Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: It is good for them to stay unmarried, as I am.” Notice that he says some have the gift of singleness and some the gift of marriage. Although it seems that nearly everyone marries, it is not necessarily God’s will for everyone. Paul, for example, did not have to worry about the extra problems and stresses that come with marriage and/or family.

He went on to talk about married people in 1 Corinthians 7:33-34, “But the married man is anxious about worldly things, how to please his wife, and his interests are divided. And the unmarried or betrothed woman is anxious about the things of the Lord, how to be holy in body and spirit. But the married woman is anxious about worldly things, how to please her husband.”

Some people do better as a team, serving God as a couple and a family like the apostle Peter who managed to handle being married (Matthew 8:14) and being an apostle just fine. Both kinds of people are equally important. It is not a sin to remain single, even for your entire life. The most important thing in life is not finding a mate and having children, but serving God. We should educate ourselves on the Word of God by reading our Bibles and praying. If we ask God to reveal Himself to us, He will respond (Matthew 7:7), and if we ask Him to use us to fulfill His good works, He will do that as well. “Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will” (Romans 12:2).

Singleness should not be viewed as a curse or an indication that there is “something wrong” with the single man or woman. While most people marry, and while the Bible seems to indicate that it is God’s will for most people to marry, a single Christian is in no sense a “second class” Christian. As 1 Corinthians 7 indicates, singleness is, if anything, a higher calling. As with everything else in life, we should ask God for wisdom (James 1:5) concerning marriage. Following God’s plan, whether that be marriage or singleness, will result in the productivity and joy that God desires for us.

I remember some time ago, there was this elderly lady who never got married or had kids that said this about her single life: “I rather follow the will of God and have moments of loneliness in my life than to live outside of His will and have a lifetime of chaos.” Sadly, many people choose the latter.

Whatever the case, whether marriage or singleness, we must respect our gifts as Paul talked about when he said, “But each has his own gift from God, one person in this way and another in that way.” If you are called to be single, do not squander your gift. If He has called you to be single, He has called you to be closer to Him as Paul talks later on in 1 Corinthians 7. For Paul, a person who gets married does well but a person who chooses not to get married “does better” according to him.

In Matthew 19 our Lord Jesus Christ talks about how there are some people “… who choose to live like eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. The one who can accept this should accept it” when He was talking about marriage. Living a single life and dedicating oneself to the kingdom of heaven is an exceptional calling, but it’s not for everyone.

Paul said that the one who is unmarried because of the calling should “be holy both in body and in spirit” (1 Corinthians 7:34). Therefore, the eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven’s sake mentioned by our Lord Jesus in Matthew 19:12 should come to peace with their celibacy both physically and spiritually; it should not be a consistent torment to them in either aspect. For people who struggle with lust and the temptation of the flesh in their attempt to live a single life, the apostle Paul had a really good advice found in 1 Corinthians 7:9.

If you are ever bummed out about being single in a married world, read the whole chapter of 1 Corinthians 7 and see what the apostle Paul thought about the amazing qualities of being single.

anonymous asked:

Seriously the whole experience taught me this, that the SU fandom gets more stupid every single day , I mean jesus christ people complitely lost their shit even some youtubers that I admired, dont get me wrong I get were people are coming from, but throwing temper tantrums online,claiming that you are done watching SU and calling the creators racists without giving them a chance to explain themselfs disgusted me and all that was over an unused character model that was made by a black guy

Yeah, I think a lot of people jumped the gun and were quick to accuse and slander Rebecca over something she didn’t even draw. What a good way to express your appreciation for someone who’s given you and countless others so much. 

And while I understood the backlash, people need to, maybe, I don’t know, chill the fuck out and wait for these matters to be addressed? 

There’s a thing called “the benefit of the doubt” and I wish more people would practice it rather than leaping to the worst possible conclusion. 

“Unexpected romance” Ahkmenrah fanfic. Part 13/15

AN: Hello there lovely people. Words cannot express how thankful I am for those wonderful likes of yours on my previous chapter. I sincerely hope you will enjoy this one even more. And pretty please, I would be the dandiest to see some feedback.

Word count: 1147

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You didn’t plan this out very well. But you fall asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, you couldn’t blame yourself for anything since his body was extremely comfortable. So skipping around thirty minutes ahead you felt your phone buzzing inside your pocket. You had let out an uncontrollable whine and extended your arms up in attempt to come to your senses. Reaching out to your pocket and then realizing that whoever was calling you, he gave up. By pressing several buttons on your smart phone you unlocked it and realized it was a phone call from your mother. What was she doing awake at this late time? ; you wondered. But then you remembered that she does live in Europe.

“Mhm I should call her back..” you mumbled before looking up at Ahkmenrah. “I apologies for zoning off like that, I can’t help myself you’re really comfy.” You mumbled yet again and wondered – you barely speak, every, how does he even understand you with English as his God knows which language after his mother one.

“You don’t have to worry about that please, you look absolutely adorable when you sleep on me” he said with a soft chuckle before cupping your cheeks and placing a soft and gentle kiss upon your lips. You smiled against his lips and wrapped your arms over his neck, slowly kissing him back, gently pressing your body against his. “You always know ways to make me smile like an idiot, you know that ?” you said with a little chuckle before continuing to kiss him. That sadly could not last a long time since four am has already approached, and you needed your bed.

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After a hopefully good sleep, you woke up around nine am. Despite the fact that it was Sunday, you had a long and busy day ahead of you. Speaking of which, Sundays are really good days for institutions such as museums to do and inventory, and boy did this museum had a lot of exhibits. Even thought your shift start of around one pm you wanted to be there as early as possible, it’s better to starts as soon as you could.

Once having a breakfast and getting dressed you made your way towards your work place. Without a surprise, you were the first one to arrive. You unlocked that big, fat, wooden door of the museum and entered. Sure it was a bit strange to see it completely empty, with nobody around, except the exhibits. The wonderful people you’ve made friends with over these two months of work.

You went to the back room to leave your stuff and get a bit comfortable. Lifting your hair up in a messy bun and collecting your working sheets. You sort of already knew the artefacts that you were in charge of so those papers would be extremely helpful. Your part of the inventory consistent of every single exhibit dating before Christ, which meant a lot. Starting with those little fossils of fish, leafs, tiny extinct insects and even some parts of animals.

You had to listen them all, all 263 of them in total. Then of course the famous cave man, four of them. Three fake trees, seven big stones and on and on … Around two other employees started showing up, Amy was extremely surprised seeing me since she thought I would be arriving later, like she doesn’t even know me.

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The time passed and you slowly reached four pm. It was a wonderful day and you had listed almost 80% of the exhibits you were in charge for; why not take a break? You made your way towards the Central Park to have a lovely walk with ice cream in your hands. I mean, surprisingly, despite the fact the December was nearing, it will still sunny. And considering these weather circumstances some of the summer birds were flying around and making their lovely voice. If only you were able to take a walk like this with Ahkmenrah.

Of course, you were still extremely thankful for the time you two could spend with each other those nights together. But let’s just picture how this would look like. With your arms wrapped your his, your face resting against his shoulder. He wasn’t one of those extremely tall people but he was tall. Not tall enough to be taller than you, but tall. I hope that made sense. What would his reaction be to ice cream? He never had ice cream.

How would ice cream taste if it existed in ancient Egypt. Which flavours would those people use. They would definitely experiment with some dried fruits or even dried out leaves of wonderful flowers they breaded. Most of them would be crunchy since they did not had the advance technology such as the ice cream maker or the food processor. Like they stored drinks, deep in the ground to keep it as cold as possible, they would store the ice cream as well. Imagine all those wonderful pieces of crushed nuts they would add over the top. I believe they would use honey as well but let’s not think about that because due all honesty honey isn’t that great. They were obsessed with alcohol so they would probably play with shit like the beer flavour, the yeast flavour, the wine flavour. Gosh I should stop with these thoughts.

~ ~ ~ ~

It was around one am, you were taking a pretty long walk with your boyfriend through every single spot of the museum. You can’t go out with him, you don’t want to attract attention and risk something happening to him.

“I was thinking a lot today” you said with a low sight. “What about sweetheart?”

“About us Ahkmenrah, about us…”

“What about is?”

“I sometimes imagine, how would it be like to spend more time with you, like I would spend with someone, that is not desist…”

“Oh …” he mumbled. “I thought so. I knew a conversation like this would come up soon.”

“I know, and thank you for being aware of that. I just wish we could do something. Even just bring you to my apartment but. We all know that is not possible.”

“What are you trying to say?” he said and at this point looking down at his feet. “I am saying that, if we do not find a way to have a better and a bit more, normal, relationship, I don’t see a really great future with us… ”

With his brother now in time, Chester was on edge more than usual. He knew he had to face him and as always, Dom’s motives were a total blur to the younger Lawrence. He didn’t know what he was doing here other than to make his life that more difficult. Turning around hearing someone’s breath, he jumped and grabbed his chest with a single hand. “Jesus Fucking Christ!?” He said with a shocked facial expression. “D-Don’t do that. Don’t!” He pointed before he looked back towards his book. His family grimoire to see if he could do any spells to get his brother off his back. The person still there he noticed. “Don’t be nosy. Ain’t anyone ever told you that’s rude?

I just “cried” (I like shed a few tears and then immediately feel void of the emotion?? Idk I actually sobbed like 3 times last year) because this woman replied to some IG story of mine, telling me about a woman at her work place (she works with neurodivergent children) who literally said in front of a nonverbal autistic boy that they could feed him dog food and he wouldn’t know the difference. Like…. why are adults so unbelievably cruel to children? Imagine how that boy must have felt, and he truly cannot speak out to defend himself from her. Why would you hurt a child? Why do adults hurt children? Why does my father hit my brother? Will my brother be treated similarly for being autistic? Why did my parents abuse me? Children literally are the closest thing to G-d we will ever see in our lifetimes. I wish I could keep them all free of abuse. But there are children being bombed elsewhere. And being sold. And I can do so little. By G-d if I can do one thing, I must protect my brother.

The Cursed Child was a huge pile of queerbait

Sorry if I’m “overreacting,” but there was a gigantic opportunity for LGBT representation and the writers threw it out the window. Throughout the entire plot, everything was held together by Scorpius’ and Albus’ love for each other. It was mentioned and implied in every single scene. Jesus Christ, they were each other’s only and best friend.
I feel like the writers realized that but it was too late to change the story. Therefore, Scorpius’ “crush” on Rose was sloppily added, even though there wasn’t any relationship development between them at all. Seriously, Rose borderline hated Scorpius. Now, one has a crush on the other? Bullshit.
The two adorable Slytherins deserved to be happy together, and the entirety of the Cursed Child proved that. Scorbus should’ve been real.

“Akaashi! Hey. Hey, Akaashi.” Bokuto bounces on the steps to the gym next to him, up-down and up-down, feet jogging in place just besides Akaashi’s hip.

“What is it?” Akaashi says and drinks the rest of his water bottle in one gulp. “It’s just a five minute break. I’ll toss to you again soon - ”

“You’re gay, right?” Bokuto keeps bouncing. There’s sweat trailing down his strong legs; he always takes off his knee pads during short breaks.

Akaashi looks away. If his face goes red, it’s from the sun that warms his skin. “Yeah.” Of course he’s gay, and the team knows. Why would Bokuto -

“And you’re single?”

Christ. Recently, Bokuto seems to love question games. “Yeah?”

More feet bouncing, and Bokuto dances around him to appear on Akaashi’s other side. “You’re gay and single?”


“And you love volleyball.”

“What the hell. Yes, obviously - ”

“You’re gay and single and you love volleyball.”

“I swear to God, I’m gonna - yes, I am and yes I do, how much more - ”

“Go out with me.”

“Jesus Christ, yes! Stop asking - wait.”

Bokuto grins. “It’s a date, then. Does Friday sound good? I’ll pick you up at eight.” His fingers touch Akaashi’s chin, and when he leans down to kiss Akaashi’s cheek, his mouth is warm and soft.

Akaashi sits there, frozen, even when Bokuto’s already off to race back into the gym. His face burns. That idiot planned all of this. Akaashi feels a smile tickle his lips. Yes. Yes, of course. Always yes to Bokuto.

No Excuses *Steve Rogers x Reader*

Originally posted by forassgard

Originally posted by onceland

Summary: (PART ONE) Henry and Natasha make it their mission to get you and Steve together, or to at least admit you have feelings; it takes you teaching Steve the game Cut Throat 2 for you both to confess and then arrange a date.
Warnings: Fluff, Henry and Natasha being hilarious af 
Admins Note: I had like three asks, ask for a part 2! Here you go, I assumed everyone wanted to see Steve x Reader ACTUALLY get together, so I done it in this part; prepare for massive fluff. I think we ALL need fluff after this Angst One Shot I done. I have an idea for MAYBE a part 3 if you want it, basically it’s set on a wedding day between Steve x Reader, Henry has to give Steve a confidence boost into actually going through with it. Plus an awkward conversation with Steve being like “you can call me dad, only if you want”… let me know if I should write that. - Rosalee

“It’s obvious they like one another” Natasha amused to Henry, who nodded in quick agreement with her, furiously bashing the buttons on the console remote as he played Mortal Kombat by himself. 

Natasha laughed when Henry smiled with victory, his character K.O the other character on screen; he turned to Natasha from his seat and placed the remote into his lap. It’s silent as most Avengers are either away on missions or catching up on rest.

“Okay, what do you suggest we do?” Henry asked “because every time I ask my mum to explain her feelings to Steve she declines them, plus she says no mixing personal life with work life” Henry shrugged as Natasha nodded in agreement, thoughtfully nodding away, her mind running a mile as she tried to think how to get you and Steve finally together.

“Well, personal and work life already mixed” Natasha looked at Henry, who chuckled and nodded, seemingly getting the fact he is your personal life and he hangs out with the Avengers more than his school friends. Natasha’s thoughtful, concentrated face slowly spreads into one of mischief and a small smirk presents itself, she looks down at Henry and begins to tell him her bright idea. 

“You should be considered a genius” Henry remarks and Natasha laughs lightly.

“Hey mum” Henry walks into your floor of the base, sitting up at the breakfast bar opposite you as you sift through files upon files, you smile at your son and your eyes glance back down at the words before you “you gonna be working all day?” he asked, tone of boredom and slight joy, you nod not allowing your eyes to leave the page “oh, okay” he sighed gently, you finally pull yourself away and look up to see Henry looking miserable, you frown delicately at your son. 

“What’s up Henry?” you ask, voice laced with concern for your only child, he sighed loudly and shrugged “c’mon, what’s up?” you spoke and he looked a little troubled. 

“I just wanted to hang around you today” he shrugged and you smiled lightly, your heart clenching but your mind was telling you to go back to the files, but you could use an hour break and besides it’s your son; everyone will understand.

Henry and you had been playing Cut Throat 2 for around an hour before Natasha and Steve showed up, both Avengers sitting beside either of you, Henry obviously winning because he was better at the game than you but together you both were unbeatable; especially against the others. 

Just as you were about to start a rematch Natasha butts in and reminds Henry of something they both needed to do, you frowned at them, Henry passing the controller to Steve and walked out of the lounge with Natasha in haste. You looked at Steve who shrugged back at you, telling you to hit play, you chuckled and began another game.

“No, triangle, triangle and circle” you state as Steve tries playing against the game with you training him, he nods fast and his tongue pokes out from the corner of his mouth as he lifts a leg in trying to defeat the game, his body launching forward in a matter of seconds; elbows resting on his knees, body hunched forwards and a determined look in his blue eyes, in fact, he looked more determined than any mission you’ve ever seen him on. 

He’s muttering the moves to himself as he does them, he sits up straight as his character does many combo moves, smiling as he witnesses the life bar go down on the other character; he K.Os the character a minute later and stands with victory, you snort with laughter at him, bowing as he sits back down and waits for the next round. 

“I am so frigging good at this game” he comments, eyes attached to the screen, the counter going down as you calm yourself for a moment and nod lightly.

“Well, a little more training would be needed but you are almost as good as me, you learnt from second best” you patted his shoulder, he smirked and nodded “it’s a great stress reliever, when I can’t be bothered to train or go to the gym when I am riled up, I play this game; also, myself and Tony play it when we both can’t sleep” you inform him, he nods. 

“I’ll be joining you both then” he mutters, voice strained as he plays the game, fast and furiously pressing the buttons into getting into the next round, he was improving with every minute of the game; only allowing his character getting hit few times in this round. 

Once the round was over, Steve leant back and looked at you, you were watching the game screen intently and in your world; mainly thinking of what you were going to do for dinner, especially for yourself and Henry, wondering if you did, in fact, go grocery shopping this week.

“(Y/N) are you listening?” You snapped your attention back to Steve, muttering an apology, he smiled and shrugged before plucking up the courage again “I was just asking what you were doing tonight?” he wondered out loud, you shrugged and told him nothing “want to maybe go out for dinner or something?” he asked as he began the next round, keeping his cool as you sat beside him in silence, too scared to face your rejection but he looked from the corner of his eye to see you staring at him. 

You obviously had a soft spot for Steve, you cared for him and you even liked him back, he is probably the nicest man you ever met but everything that happened with Henry’s father plus all the failed relationships in-between made you reconsider ever going through heartbreak and relationships again. 

Plus you had to think about Henry now, you couldn’t date someone and then they leave, or it was not working out between you; plus mixing personal life with home life could get messy, especially in this job. Too many factors played into this for you to ever consider it, it’s best to cut it off now then realise it won’t be working out later, you were doing the right thing, right?

Without muttering a word, you couldn’t bring yourself to maybe it was because you didn’t want to say no, not really anyway. You race to your floor via the stairs and sit in your own living room in silence, you knew you had hurt Steve’s feelings but that wasn’t important, he must have known it would be difficult for it even to work out. Plus you are a single mother, almost thirty, you hardly have time to dress up fancy or even wash your hair some days; he can get someone who has the time to wash their hair, plus you are more head-strong than he is, that’s saying something. 

Before you can react Henry is sat beside you in silence, his legs crossed as he faces you, your head in your hands and wish he didn’t see you this way but he has done many times before.

“Why’d you run away?” he asked in the silence, you sighed and lifted your head, you didn’t really have a straight answer to give him or have just one that was bulletproof but it was many small things that scared you. 

“I think my relationship history is enough of a reason, Henry” you mutter and he sighed, you looked at your son, was he really judging your decisions right now? Was he really asking why? 

“I’m a single mum, almost thirty for Christ sake, I can’t even keep my sons father around; I haven’t showered in three days, and Steve… is so Steve” you trailed “he shouldn’t have to deal with my baggage, not that you’re baggage but… he shouldn’t be in relationship that requires responsibility like being a father” you explain “plus our jobs it’s not good to have someone we can lose, it’s a risk having you around, being with Steve will just expose more of a weakness between us both; not good” you run a hand through your (H/C) hair, cringing at the knots you didn’t even know were present, you really needed to shower today.

“I think your scared” Henry shrugs “and not because of everything you said” you frown at Henry “you are scared he will leave you, like every man before has left, especially my dad… you think whenever those past guys have left it’s been because of you, when actually it was them not being able to commit to your lifestyle” Henry shrugged.

“Not every guy just gonna leave you” he mutters and you smile lightly “you always tell me to take risks, you take risks every-day, why can’t being happy with Steve be a risk you take?” he asked, you were about to talk “no more excuses, give me a real answer” you snap your mouth shut, trying to think of one good reason not to go on a date with Steve, instead finding ten reasons why you should. 

“Why couldn’t be more like your father and just leave stuff well alone?” you asked with a sigh, smiling as you hugged Henry, he hugged you back and before Henry can say anything a cough gains attention.

Steve stands at the elevator, awkwardly smiling; Henry gets up and goes to his room, wishing Steve a good luck before shutting the door. Its awkwardly silent as he sits down where Henry once had, your eyes drift to everywhere but Steve, who is sat playing with his fingers and he shyly looks at you.

“Um, I heard everything you said by the way” Steve muttered, you widen your eyes and nod slowly, gulping at the fact he now knows you hadn’t showered in three days; you’ve used perfume and sprays to cover that up, especially dry-shampoo, how embarrassing. 

“I don’t mind about any of it” he begins “you being a single mum, I don’t mind, I love Henry; he’s the best kid I ever met, he grew up with a great mum to prove that, also, the age thing doesn’t matter since I am well passed my sell by date” he chuckled and you snickered, nodding in agreement 

“I’ve never been one to go after what I want, except for joining the army, the only thing I ever want after; I don’t have a relationship history… at all” he sighed “as for our jobs you are already my weakness, I’m constantly wondering where you are, I played it off in my mind that I had to get you home for Henry… but it was that and you’re always on my mind” he shrugged and you smiled lightly at him.

“I’m free tonight” you mutter, he grins looking down, unable to contain his excitement but playing it off rather well also “um, we can go out for dinner, I don’t have food here” you state and he nods in agreement. 

“I’ll let you shower and stuff” you chuckled, pushing him away, he stands up and walks to the elevator with a grin “also, I don’t think any of the Avengers has showered in like four days, myself included,” tells you, you laugh louder.

“We’re all so bad at hygiene” you comment standing up and waving a bye to Steve, he swiftly waves before the door shut; you were dancing and jumping in your living room, whilst Steve fist pumped the air in the elevator.  

 (Should I consider doing that part 3? About a wedding day between Reader and Steve, let me know if I should do it. Hope you enjoy this, I had so much fun writing the first part and this one. Remember you can request; imagines and one shots by myself and Angie- Rosalee)