anonymous asked:

What are your favorite shark facts?

*screeches with glee* Alright nonnie, you have asked me the best question EVER!

Apologies for taking two days to reply to this, life was a bit hectic


Super Awesome Shark Facts


Sharks showed up 400 million years ago in the Devonian 358.9–298.9 aka “The Age of Fish” between the geological Silurian (443.8–419.2 million years ago) and the Carboniferous Periods (358.9–298.9 million years ago). By the time of the Carboniferous, we had amphibians and other small vertebrate creatures capable of crawling about on land. It’s during the Carboniferous Period that the continent of Pangaea first began to form (let that sink in for a second, the sharks were about before Pangaea even began to look like a continent, that’s how long these creatures have been about jfc). 


To date they’ve survived FIVE massive planet extinction events… ya know, those things that KILL PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING ON THE PLANET?? YEAH, THEM. We know of one that happened pretty recently in geological history; 65 million years ago when the dinosaurs went bye-bye. How fucking badass is that, Jesus Christ!


There’s currently over 500 types of Shark in the ocean at present (though not for long if people don’t stop KILLING THEM! CAN YOU NOT?!??). The most famous, of course, is the Great White (Carcharodon carcharias) and the Hammerhead (family: Sphyrnidae). For all that there’s a variety of Species, there are, of course, similarities in form and shape including cartilaginous skeletons (they’re literally made of the same stuff as the ridge of your nose is), enhanced electro-static senses (on their nose which is cute but also reason why if you boop them on the nose they ‘nope’ it out of the place; consider it not too dissimilar to bashing your funny bone and deciding to avoid that damned door in the future, same sort of logic tbh).


You can pet a Shark on the nose. This isn’t really a fact so much as an interesting aside that I think is cute and adorable as shit so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[The still looks scary but honestly, he’s just giving the Tiger Shark a snack lol]

[I believe these are Lemon Sharks, which are fucking cute and I would cuddle one of them to the end of my life (I don’t have self-preservation instincts tho soooo)]


You have a higher chance of dying from being attacked by hornets, wasps, bees, dogs and even a fucking coconut (if you live in Asia) than you do of being killed by a Shark. How’s that for some mad stats?


As I’ve said, Sharks have survived FIVE massive planet extinction events but, currently, 20-30% of Sharks are close to extinction because of us, humans. Commercial fishing means Sharks get caught on hooks and nets; homeopathic remedies that require parts of Sharks for them to ‘work’; and Shark Fin Soup all contribute to the decline of these amazing creatures that have lived on this planet longer than even our most distant ancestor has.


Thanks to the media and stupid ass people who think they know everything from a movie marathon of the Jaws series, people think all Sharks are man-eating monsters that want to murder anyone who dares go for a swim in the open water. Here’s the thing though, 97% of over 500 Shark species are HARMLESS to us. The ones that ARE harmful tends to be because we’re in THEIR space and fucking up THEIR shit (personally, I’d beat your ass too if you came near my home so IDK why anyone thinks Sharks are evil; they’re just animals).


The reason why so many Shark attacks happen in California and places like South Africa is simply because of the abundance of food for Sharks; Great Whites especially. Seals, Sea Lions, and Sea Otters are all on the menu for the Great White and us pesky ass humans keep getting in their way. It’s not their fault they mistake us for food. Honest mistake.


Connected to EIGHT. Most of the time, people die from a Shark BITE but the Shark doesn’t come back for a second time (usually) because, unlike pretty much every other species that’s evolved on this planet, Sharks don’t have the opportunity to test what something is before using their teeth on it. Humans bleed out horrendously fast, especially in water, so the cause of death for most Shark attacks is blood loss and shock, not actually being eaten by a Shark.


Whale Sharks are the largest Sharks on record out of all current, living Shark species. They can be over 13 metres in length and, while they look scary considering how humans usually don’t go past 2 metres (imagine seven people stood on top of each other and you’ve got an idea of how long a Whale Shark is), Whale Sharks are the most docile creatures ever. They’re quite similar to Whales (hence the name) that live on plankton, for example the Blue Whale, and are absolutely gorgeous.


Hopefully these have been somewhat educational (while interspersed with my delightful attitude) and everyone can go on with their lives a little more aware and knowledgeable about Sharks.

Originally posted by amnhnyc

From Con to Con (Part Seven)


Part Six

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Hope you have a fantastic one no matter how you’re celebrating! I love you all. :) 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: drinking, bad body image

Word Count: 6,326

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Forever tags: @eileenlikesyou-maybe

You balanced the pan of brownies on your left hand as you opened the front door of Rich and Jaci’s home with your right. They were hosting a get-together with friends and you were happy to come and enjoy a day out even if the morning hadn’t started well for you. Since you had returned from your trips, your sleep schedule was off and this morning you did not wake up when your alarm had gone off. This delayed in getting ready for the party and making the brownies that Jaci asked you to make. You were a little frazzled but you were really looking forward to the day and spending it with everyone. 

You would have never made it to the party on time if you hadn’t been staying with Rob. Being gone for almost three weeks in different countries and time zones had really messed you up. Traveling had been fun but it was nice not to worry about being somewhere at a certain time. Between the conventions in Europe, with your personal traveling, and then going to Australia, you were just happy to sleep in the same bed more than a couple nights in a row. Even if that bed happened to be at Rob’s house still and not your own apartment. You were slightly disappointed that you were set to be moving in a few days now that you were back in town. 

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The Summer (6/?)

The Summer (6/?) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 10,148 Words

For reference, @phansdick is Dan, @insanityplaysfics is Phil.

(Previous) (AO3) (Masterlist)

Warnings: fear of horses, unresolved sexual tension

Chapter Six

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This is part one of my two-part Christmas gift to you my lovelies because I have always wanted to do a Soulmate AU with Wolfstar & I love this time of year.

Merry Christmas from me & any other holiday greeting to you if you do not celebrate Christmas. ALSO if it is not your favourite time of year for whatever reason, I hope you still feel some happiness from this

If you would like to read Part Two


  • He would absentmindedly trace the markings with his fingers
  • Dancing across the words that ran under his collarbone
  • Following the lettering as he had a million times before
  • He didn’t even have to look to remember it anymore
  • But when he did remember them
  • When he realized what his hand had automatically done
  • He couldn’t help the smile it brought
  • Light script in beautiful handwriting
  • Yours.
  • There wasn’t a time he hadn’t had that word
  • Everyone was born with one or two or five
  • A word, a saying or even a fragment of a saying
  • Maybe a nickname or a joke
  • Something between you and your soulmate
  • Something not to help you find them Remus figured
  • But to remind you that they were out there
  • Hoping for you too
  • But that wasn’t all the universe gave you

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Roommate Agreement (Part 7)

Summary: Based off of this: a superhero story where the villain and the superhero are roommates and they keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time and they stitch each other up after battles but neither has any idea that the other is their nemesis and they keep on having to lie to each other why they are covered in scratches and bruises. (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: dun, Dun, DUN! (that is it.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 405 🖕🏽 fuck off, i’m tired

Previous Part: Part Six

Originally posted by blackinjustice

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Read My Mind (Part Seven)

Story Summary: You have a thing for Bucky Barnes. Too bad he can’t read your mind to know about it. 

Word Count: 571

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

A/N: Hey, just want to let you all know that there will be two more parts to this series! Enjoy :)

Originally posted by reclusiveq

Breathing heavily, Bucky felt heat rising to his face, distressed that his jealousy got the best of him. Glancing down, he saw his metal hand covered in mayo as pieces of glass scattered on the counter. He gazed at the sight in disgust. 

Steve walked over to his side with worried eyes. “Are you okay, Buck?” he asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

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Bloodlines - 7 (Callum ‘Cal’ Lynch/Reader)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six

Originally posted by sikanapanele

A few days past and there was a noticeable difference in the house. Things seemed warmer, happier…even the kids felt it.

But there was still something missing…

You stared out the window watching the kids play as you fell deep into thought, “Has that cup wronged you in some way to receive such a scrubbing?”

You snapped your head over to Cal standing in the door way. You laughed a little putting the cup back into the sink, “I was just lost in thought.”

He walked over to you slowly, “Oh? Anything I can help ease?”

You felt a blush roll over your face when he slid an arm around your back, “I’m not sure how to breach the subject.”

His eyes lit up as he looked at you, “Y/N, you know that you can tell me everything.”

“It…It’s not something I need to tell you…more ask.” You turned to him biting your lower lip.

“Okay…” He smiled a little as he watched your face only grow with more concern, “Y/N…just ask.”

You stared at him a moment taking in a deep breath, “I want to take in Risha…and I’m wondering what your thoughts are on that matter.”

“Oh…um…” He made a face looking away, “I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t really given any thought…”

“I know…I know…” You looked down at the ground, “I just…there’s this feeling in the pit of my stomach. This instinct that tells me she should be here…”

He stared at you for a moment before looking out the window at the kids. He swallowed and began to nod, “Alright.”

You looked at him surprised, “Really?”

“I trust your instincts.” He smiled at you reaching up moving a strand of hair from your face, “You’re a mother and you’ve lived in this life longer then I. So if you believe that she would be best here…then I agree.”

You smiled and hugged him tightly feeling him bury his face into your neck, “I’ll go ask for the arrangements to be made…”

“Alright.” He rubbed your back supportively.

“Of course…” You pulled away leaving your hands on his shoulders, “someone could’ve already taken her…”

He put his hands on your face before he grinned, “What will happen, will happen…and will be for the best.”

He left you with a kiss before he turned for the back door. You swiveled your head to the window as he ran out chasing Ren around the yard. You couldn’t help but laugh as all the children ran toward him tackling him to the ground.

You’d made up your mind and would approach the elders in the afternoon before you dropped Eli off with his father.

“Mom…do I really have to go?” Eli asked as they walked toward his father’s house.

“Now…” You looked down at him with eyeing suspicion, “do you not want to go because of your father, or because Cal was teaching how to use that sling shot of yours?”

He opened his mouth a little but stopped, “…he was actually going to let me shoot today…”

“Well you’ll be able to do it next time.” You consoled him with a little chuckle.

Cal stood across the way watching you knock on the door to Sam’s home. Eli’s father wasn’t a bad guy…just difficult. He was a great soldier though and thoroughly believed in the cause. Cal could never fault him for that, but he could fault his parenting skills.

Then again he couldn’t really talk…Eli and Ren weren’t his.

He sighed looking away as the door opened. When you brought up Risha this morning it took him by surprise. At first he wanted to say no. Why should they take care of another kid?

But then he thought about being in the foster program. He’d been so alone, so afraid, and just wanted someone to hold on to him and not let go. Granted he was the biggest asshole when he was a kid and couldn’t blame most of the homes for kicking him out.

Then there was you. You were born for this. Taking in lost souls and helping them. He was one of them, how could he deny someone else that light?

His head turned back when he heard a raised voice. His eyes narrowed on the pair of you. You were raising your hands up as if surrendering. Your turned to leave but Sam grabbed your arm roughly pulling you back.

Cal immediately began walking toward them. As he did he pulled the slingshot out of his back pocket along with the rock he’d been saving for Eli all day. As he walked he raised it up taking aim.

“Sam, let go!” You hissed at him.

“We are not done talking about-AH!” His hand fell away from you as he crumpled in pain. He cursed pulling his hand back from his head seeing red on his hand. He looked over at Cal fast approaching, “You son of bitch!”

You shouted at the pair of them as Cal dodged his punches. He grabbed onto Sam’s arm pushing him away from you and the house. Cal pointed, “You will not lay a hand on her again.”

“Finally stepping into your roll?” Sam tried to take a jab at him again, “Don’t see why you’d want something used up and broken?”

Cal pushed him away again not saying anything. He turned to you, “Are you alright?”

You nodded slowly as the door opened. You looked over at Eli peering out to see what was going on, “Eli…”

“CAL!” Your son was too fast as he ran past you.

Cal turned enough to see the small boy run to his defense get kicked squarely in the chest where his knee would’ve been. Cal dropped to his knees picking the boy, “Eli…Eli…”

“Eli!” You ran over to him lifting up his shirt seeing the bruising forming quickly, “Oh my god…”

Sam took a step forward as his face went white, “Elijah.”

“Don’t!” Cal snapped at him as you tried everything to ease your son’s pain, “If you really love your son…get help.”

Sam nodded slowly as he turned taking off. Cal looked at you as tears poured down your face. You looked at your son who had passed out, “Elijah!”

“He needs a hospital.” Cal told you, “Y/N…We need to go.”

You nodded as you heard a car approaching behind you. Moussa and Sam came out of the car as Cal picked Eli up. You stood up climbing into the backseat. The hospital was so far way and it was taking everything in you to just remain calm. Cal had to keep reminding you from the front to check his vitals and listen to his chest.

When they got there Cal wasted no time getting him out racing inside, “Help! I need help!”

You came in crying, “Please help my son…please…”

Cal set him on a stretcher and he was rolled away a pair of nurses holding you both back, “We need to be with him!”

“Sir we understand and will give you updates but we need to work!” One nurse told him, “Your son is in good hands…now what happened?”

“Please I need…” You tried to move past the nurse again, “I need to be with my son!”

“You will, but I need to know what happened first.” The nurse replied again.

“Let her go.” Cal looked at the nurses, “Let her go I will tell you everything…”

The one nurse nodded as the other took you back. Cal took in a deep breath watching you disappear behind two doors. He put his hands over his face taking in a deep breath, “Sir…time is critical…”

He nodded as he struggled to speak, “There was a misunderstanding with his father…I stepped in and when he tried to take me from behind…Eli…he stepped between us and…he was kicked…”

Cal listened and answered a series of other questions from the nurse. Finally, the nurse handed him a clipboard with paperwork and escorted him to the back. He paused when he saw you pacing the hallway.

He tossed the clipboard in a chair and walked over to you, pulling on your arm gently to get you to stop. You looked at him bursting into tears as he pulled you into his embrace. No words would help you right now.

He was able to find out that they had taken Eli in for emergency surgery. They knew his ribs were broken, but because of the bruising they couldn’t determine the extent of the damage internally.

He held you in the waiting room, worried. Not just for Eli but for you. For your heart, but he didn’t know how to ask.

“I’m going to kill him…” You whispered hoarsely.

Call looked to you, “You don’t mean that…”

You sat up looking at him as your face burned from all of the emotions running through you, “He hurt my son.”

“Yes. He did.” Cal looked at you, “And that is inexcusable…and he will pay a consequence. Be it from me, or you, or even the council…but you don’t mean that.”

“Cal…” You teared up again looking away, “I don’t know what to do…”

“I’m here.” He moved resting his forehead against yours, “Let me take care of you, and Eli, and Ren.”

“And Risha…” You shut your eyes letting your tears fall off your face hitting your hands.

Cal sighed nodding, “And Risha…”

“That’s what Sam…was so angry about…” You looked at him, “Bringing her home…he said it would take away from time spent with Elijah…”

Cal shut his eyes trying to still his rising anger, “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about…He is filled with anger and chooses to take it out on the one thing that made him happy…you.”

You looked at him as he opened his eyes. You took a deep breath before hugging him, “What if…”

“Don’t.” Cal hushed you holding you tight, “Everything’s just fine.”

And his words were so. Eli came out of the surgery with just broken ribs and now a large scar. It took a few assassins to help get them out of the hospital, since living off the grid meant no insurance.

Cal parked the car outside of their house and opened the back door carefully taking the boy out. He paused as he saw Sam walking over. Glancing at you he sighed, “I’ll take him to his room, looks like the healers inside already.”

You nodded slowly as you turned to Sam. He swallowed stopping in front of you, “Y/N…I’m…”

You slapped him making his head fall. As he raised it back up you slapped him again as you hissed, “You almost killed him.”

“I know…I’m sorry.” He looked at you his cheek swelling up.

You pushed him tears pricking your eyes, “You’re sorry!”

“Y/N…” He stepped toward you again, but your threw up your hands shaking your head.

“No…” You stepped away, “You’re not seeing him. You’re done, until I say otherwise.”

He stared at you, “You can’t keep me from him!”

You stopped staring at him dead in the eye. Something he was not accustom from you, “Watch me.”

Truth or Lie (Part Seven)

Part One

Part Six

A/N: Here we go with the seventh part. Thanks a ton for reading, you guys! So, this chapter has a lot of important past information, so brace yourselves for a long flashback. I try not to shove so much information down your throats at once, but let’s get past the business so that we can get to the fun part. No worries, though! I did throw in a good bit of interaction with the lovely Rob Benedict ;) Lyrics from She Waits by Louden Swain

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, angst, mentions of death and violence

Word Count: 4504

Tagging: @sammyxorae @dont-hate-relate-pls @spnackleholicswainer @robbenedictxreader @totallysupernaturaloneshots @just-antiyou @snow-leopardfetishist @i-voted-crowley @robbenedictandco @paddy1219 @your-not-invisible-to-me @fab-notfat @sdavid09 @thatone67chevyimpala @officalprincessjasmine @baritonechick @ashiewesker @mint-and-pastel-pink @lynn-bane @another-stupid-ape @lamthetwickster @just-a-touch-of-crowley @alexa-ann-winchester @bellastellaluna @lexie-loo-2000 @riversong-sam @fayemenelmir @laffytaffyhumor @hudine @gabriels-trix @samanthasmileys @mora-firestone @capital-eyyyy-ohhh

Originally posted by dustydreamsanddirtyscars

Ever since you met Rob, the weeks tended to fly by, minutes crashing into the next like uncontrollable waves, pushing you along before you were fully ready to take the next step. You hadn’t stumbled yet, hadn’t tripped up on your words, and it would remain that way. As long as you didn’t crash.

You free today?

At the buzzing sound of your phone, your mouth immediately curled up into a small smile, the action going unnoticed by your brain. It was becoming as natural as breathing. You grabbed your phone off of the coffee table, a faint groan sounding from you as you stretched your body. You hadn’t moved for quite awhile due to being sucked into Supernatural, and now you were into the fourth season. You went to text back, eyes flickering from your phone to the screen as a new episode started. The camera panned over the top of a couch to reveal a sleeping man lounged out across the cushions, robe open and mouth slightly parted. You slammed your thumb down on the call button, an unbelieving laugh rumbling from you.

“Hey-” Rob picked up a few rings in, his voice laced with a hint of surprise at the sudden call.

“It’s you! On the episode!” You exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement as you watched your boss on television. “Aw, look at you in your little robe. You’re so cute!” You rambled mindlessly for a moment until reality caught up with you and smacked the sense into you. You had just called your boss “cute.”

Rob laughed softly on the other end of the line, a faint red blush tainting his cheeks. “Oh, yeah? You dig the robe?” He smirked, tracing lines on his kitchen counter with his forefinger in a bashful manner.

You pressed the heel of your hand against your forehead, shaking your head at your flapping mouth. “It’s a nice robe,” you replied, shying away from the flirty response burning on your tongue.

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Glee Credits Retrospective: Season Six

A continuation of my latest video project, as prompted by @spaceorphan18

So while this is the last season, I still have one more project up my sleeve as part of this series. Watch this space…

The Bet (High School AU) Part 7

Summary: When it came to relationships - romantic or platonic - you weren’t very good at them. So, to save your feelings from ever getting hurt again, you vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t get close to anyone.

Dean Winchester is the most popular guy in school. He was known to hook up with girls but he was getting bored of how easy it was becoming.

So, what happens when Dean and his best friend make a bet.

The bet? Dean has to get you to fall in love with him


A/N: Sorry I took so long (:

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2206

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7) Foreign Sanctuary- A Novel

Originally posted by moonjint

Preface | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

A lonely girl, a lonely boy and a beautifully twisted thing called fate.

A/N: Some exciting things happen so tell me what you think!  

My hands hover over the “confirm” key, wondering why I’m hesitating so much. The cost difference is only minimal from my last flight, the times earlier to better avoid rush hour.

“Reynah?” I hear Namjoon call from the living room and I swallow thickly, tapping my fingers over the x button and shutting down my laptop.

“I’m coming.”


One movie, two bowls of popcorn and three hours later her head is on my shoulder, lightly snoring as the sounds of the movie still play on in the background. She smells like my shampoo, musky yet sweet as the floral scent of her skin seeps through.

Slowly inhaling, I debate whether or not I want to get up, fighting the urge to just stay here with her all night, curling up and cradling her in my arms. It was so hard for me to sleep last night, knowing she was in the room right next to me, probably so pretty as she slept, long lashes fanning her cheeks.

“Hey.” I lightly shake her shoulder to see if she’ll stir. “Reynah?” She moves, not to wake up though, but to snuggle closer into me, breathing onto my neck in long puffs of heat. “Reynah?” I say a little louder and she murmurs a “what” into my skin, before going silent again.

Sighing, I shake my head, wondering how she is such a heavy sleeper for such a light girl, cupping my palm into the curve of her back and gingerly lifting her off of me and into my arms. Her head burrows into my chest, little noises coming from her slightly parted lips as I move her.

Lightly padding through the house I push open the door to her room with my foot, smiling as she burrows into me for warmth in the chill. I lay her down and close her window, teeth chattering and eyes growing heavy with sleep. Her laptop is beside her and I gently set it on the floor and plug it in for her, making sure to be extra quiet as to not wake her.

The blanket is gathered at her feet and I gingerly pull it up around her body until it covers up to her chin, watching her snuggle and sink into the bed. Watching her, I can’t seem to get over how beautiful she is. Long eyelashes and arched brows, a perfectly shaped cupids bow and a slightly upturned nose. You can tell her eyes are big even when they’re closed and that her hair is soft even though it’s pulled back.

No. I told myself this wouldn’t happen again.

Falling in love was not and is not an option.

“Kim Namjoon?” Her small voice reaches through the darkness to find me.


She hums a little in her sleepy state, unaware of her words as she says them. “Can you please stay with me? It’s cold.”

My eyes widen involuntarily and I stay frozen for a moment in the middle of the room, wondering if she’s serious about what she says. Her eyes are partially open, lips parted in question as she looks at me from the bed.

“Of course.”


It’s warm, the grip of someone’s arms tight around my midsection as I open my eyes in the morning. In my haze all I can feel is how nice it feels to be here, how comforting it is to have someone’s arms wrapped around me and to wake up next to somebody else.

I wiggle, shifting around and blinking the sleep from my eyes as Namjoon’s tired face meets me. His thick lips are open as he draws in breath after breath, eyes closed and hair brushing past his eyelashes. I remember him tucking me in to bed, asking him to stay with me, wanting to feel his body against mine…

My cheeks heat up and I quickly turn back around. He stirs, murmuring nothings before coming close behind me, laying his body flush against mine in all the right places. A sigh leaks from my lips involuntarily, inhaling the musky scent that is Kim Namjoon.

That is until I wiggle back and feel something very hard pressing against my lower spine.

Oh my God, this is not happening right now.

My eyes widen to the size of saucers, listening to Namjoon mutter again before shifting his hands downwards, settling just below my ribcage. The movement only makes him harder against me and I can feel the spot between my legs get heated at the thought what he must be dreaming about while holding me.

“Namjoon.” I try to get free from him, but he holds on tighter.

“Namjoon!” I squirm, going absolutely still as he begins groaning.

But not in a sleepy, waking up sort of way.

In a sexy, manly sort of way that has me squeezing my thighs together and pushing dirty thoughts out of my head.

Not holding anything back I burst out of his embrace, running and backing into the opposite wall as I watch him stir. His white hair is a bemused mess atop his head and he rubs the sleep from his eyes as he sits up on his elbows. I take my bottom lip between my teeth with worry as I observe him shift uncomfortably with his hard on, a red blush crawling over his pale features as he realizes why I am clear across the room.

I- um- just.” He throws the blankets off and I squeeze my eyes shut as he stands. “I’m just gonna take a shower.” He sputters, racing from the room and slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.

Releasing a shaky breath I sink to the floor, not being able to get the feeling of his hardness pressed against my back out of my mind. It felt so long. And so thick. And so fucking big. I bet it’d feel so good in my hand, in my mouth, in my-

Cursing quietly I shake my head, listening as the shower water spurts from the faucet. I close my eyes, the image of Namjoon’s hand around himself painting my eyelids and giving me wet panties, one hand slipping down of its own accord to relieve my problems as I’m sure he doing with his own.  


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Rough Silk

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pairing: yoongi x reader
word count: 2.2k
prompt: june writing challenge day twenty six
a/n: angst is so fun wow

You didn’t need many things to keep yourself satisfied. Two things in particular made you happy, however. Your ever-surviving memory foam mattress and Min Yoongi on that memory foam mattress.

It was simple, when you put some thought into it and looked at it through your own perspective. But, to your dismay, the life of someone engaged to a rapper isn’t that easy. Yoongi was never out of the subtly relaxed demeanour, kit or PR clothes. Any time he was, he was either asleep, in the shower or not with you.

Min Yoongi’s life was music. You couldn’t change that.

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  • All Time Low
  • State Champs
  • Neck Deep
  • Seaway
  • Knuckle Puck
  • 5 Seconds of Summer
  • Fall Out Boy
  • Paramore
  • You Me At Six
  • As It Is
  • Mayday Parade
  • The Wonder Years
  • Real Friends
  • Blink 182

like/reblog/follow if you post any of the following bands:

  • Bring Me the Horizon
  • All Time Low
  • State Champs
  • Parkway Drive
  • Neck Deep
  • The Story So Far
  • The 1975
  • Our Last Night
  • You Me At Six
  • A Day to Remember
  • Asking Alexandria
  • The Amity Affliction
  • Issues
  • The Maine
  • The Word Alive
  • I See Stars
  • Blink 182
  • We Are The In Crowd
  • Green Day 
  • Tonight Alive
  • Paramore
  • Sum 41
  • Sleeping With Sirens
  • Pierce The Veil
  • Simple Plan
  • Real Friends
  • Skillet
  • Or other bands of those kinds
Band blogs!

I need more band blogs to follow so like/reblog/follow if you post any of the following bands:

  • All Time Low
  • The Story So Far
  • Four Year Strong
  • State Champs
  • Asking Alexandria
  • Parkway Drive
  • Neck Deep
  • Green Day
  • Tonight Alive
  • Paramore
  • The 1975
  • You Me At Six
  • A Day to Remember
  • The Amity Affliction
  • The Maine
  • Bring me the Horizon
  • The Word Alive
  • I See Stars
  • Blink 182
  • We Are The In Crowd
  • Sum 41
  • Sleeping With Sirens
  • Pierce The Veil
  • Simple Plan
  • Real Friends