that was pretty amusing though

I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK

EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES

IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.

THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP

AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND 

SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?

OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.

AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.

SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG

HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT? 

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.

AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.

THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS

WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!

I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!

TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.

AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS

AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.

AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS

AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.

THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL

BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK) 

SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS

AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM  AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER

LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL

AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS  LOLOLOL

THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT

*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK

Headcanon that modern au Sasuke is most decidedly Not Athletic. He does well in school, and likes reading, and video games, and listening to music, but sports are a Hard No. This is a stark contrast to his jock boyfriend Naruto who gets middling grades, but is on varsity everything and could totally bench press The Sauce if he stayed still enough.

@alcassin now, this is valuable information for me because i’m completely incapable of selecting anything except “i love animals.”

i don’t think this rules out anon’s theory, though. your answer could be meant to retroactively inform how the apprentice treated the borzois before. for example, if the apprentice says they love animals when portia asks, it means they had been nice to mercedes & melchior at the masquerade.

in. out. in. out.

She repeated the mantra over and over in an attempt to slow her labored breathing. Her face flushed, her knees skinned, her shirt sweaty, she lay flat on the concrete pathway in between the forest and the Elsewhere cafeteria. She wondered briefly where her heels had gone, but dismissed the thought.

“I made it. I actually made it. I outran them,” she muttered to herself in between gasps, “I’m safe now” She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the steadiness of the stone beneath her spine and the refreshingly still night air. Her feet ached, god how they ached, and between her ribs there was a sharp pain, but despite all odds she had made it. Faintly, she heard the thrum of drums and the ancient call of the hunting horn, and the steady beat of something not-quite-horse-hooves. She was dizzy, giddy with her victory. “I made it

she was struck with a white-hot fear as she heard the call, she ran, she ran so fast, she ran like she never had before

Not-Ellie, her current roommate, had warned her about the Hunt tonight. They were on well enough terms that Blossom considered herself vaguely Favored- not that Not-Ellie was a particularly powerful Fae, but she knew when the Hunts came to Elsewhere, and she knew when it was best for mortals to find shelter.

she could hear the slow peaceful breath of the not-horses, she felt sharp teeth around her ankles, and she kept running

Despite her words of warning, however, Blossom had found herself caught between a late-night writing class and the relative safety of her dorm. Stupidly, she figured she had enough time to make it back, but her shoes (comfortable as they are) were not made for sprinting, and before she reached the halfway mark she could hear the baying of the hounds. stupid stupid stupid. Laying there on the concrete, she hardly remembered how she got there. “Running, for sure,” she relayed to herself, “lots of running. Jumped over a river, maybe.”

she tripped over a gnarled root when the loop of it hooked the edge of her heel, she fell face-first into the freezing stream. the wind around her howled mournfully, as if it knew what fate was to befall her. her hands scrabbled for purchase on the riverbanks, but the tide was too swift and the current tore her away. a moment of blackness overtook her when the jagged rocks struck her forehead, and she came back to consciousness seconds later choking on the moldy water.

“Jeez, maybe I should try out for track or some shit. Never knew I could run like that before.” Her hand flopped up to her forehead of its own accord- she felt as if there should be something there, but nothing was felt except a thin sheen of sweat. She was still a bit dizzy, though, so she made no movement to get up.

her palms stung, her fingernails were in shards, but she found the strength to push herself out of the murky water. the stream widened here, and the current slowed, and she gave herself a moment to rest. perhaps, she thought, the flowing water was enough to stop them. her eyes drifted shut-so tired, so incredibly tired, she hardly noticed the not-hooves slowing as they approached.

Blossom coughed. She slowly sat up, noting the soreness of her feet. “I really got lucky. I didn’t think they’d ever let up.” She thought about Not-Ellie and her words of warning: 

“Once they get your scent, they never let go. It’s part of the thrill of the hunt, you see,” Not-Ellie’s eyes had flashed a dangerous violet for a moment, and her teeth looked too white. “What fun would it be if they just gave up!” Blossom had laughed nervously, while Not-Ellie threw her head back and let loose raucous peals of laughter. Blossom eyed the door, wondering if the other students were listening in. “No, Flower-girl, you don’t want to be out there on the night of the Hunt. Though it would be amusing to me!” 

“Pretty damn lucky, that’s for sure,“ Blossom said. 

she was barely awake. her lungs burned, her ribs were white-hot with pain, her feet were white and cold, she couldn’t move, her words stuttered in her mouth, she was being dragged (no, not dragged, she wasn’t touching the ground) the leaves shifted in the breeze beside her

Blossom coughed again, harder. There was something caught in her throat- it didn’t hurt, but it was a bit irritating. The spinning world slowed for a minute or so, and she took advantage of this fact to rise to her feet and survey her surroundings. The cafeteria was further than she had thought at first, the dim streetlights somehow distant (as if there was fog wrapped around the fluorescent bulbs) (or her)

she was delirious. she heard voices, or just one, or thousands of overlapping tones of the wind, and they were all calling her nickname.

“what would you give? what would you give?”

her lips were too cold and numb to move, she couldn’t form the words so she just thought.

“I would give anything, I would give anything to live”

the vines twisted lovingly around her wrist, a flower bloomed above her left ear.

“would you become one of us? would you join the forest? would you give your skin and your speech?”

her mind was fuzzy, the riverwater dripped from the tip of her nose, moss began to travel up the trees where she hovered.

“I would give anything” she repeated in her mind. “my skin, my life, my name, my speech”

“you will be safe,” the forest sang. “you will be loved.”

she felt safe. she felt loved.

the vines gently set her down on the moss. dazed, she stumbled barefoot onto the concrete path between the woods and the elsewhere cafeteria.

Blossom’s throat itched, it burned like hell. She doubled over, coughing, hacking, and it felt as though something was making its way out. With dawning alarm, she scratched her arm furiously, something itched, something burned, all over her body.

She coughed, she coughed again, harder, and a leaf drifted down from her mouth. Again and again, and more and more leaves cascaded down. She watched in horror as her nails strained against the swelling of her fingers, as they popped off one by one (it didn’t hurt, why didn’t it hurt), as her hands twisted and gnarled. Her hair was wet with riverwater, and then with sap, and then it fell down her shoulders and she looked and every strand was a string of willow leaves. She reached upwards to her cheek and felt the soft pillowy texture of moss, her lips grew hard and crackly like lichen, her breath caught in her chest and she tried to gasp but she couldn’t anymore.

The baying of the hounds grew closer again, it had never left completely. She tried to call out but her vocal chords had stretched into petals.

The baying of the hounds grew ever closer.

She felt the moss spread down, down, over her neck and her collarbone, down, down to her hips, down her legs.

 She felt the roughness travel up, up from her bare feet, up her legs, her hips, her ribs, her collarbone. Her facial muscles stiffened, the bark dug underneath her skin until it replaced it entirely.

 The baying of the hounds was loud in what used to be her ear. The Hunt had arrived for its quarry, but all that remained was a tall tree (some horrific combination of flowers and bark, with long willow-leaves oak-leaves and gnarled branches and bright red berries) blocking the concrete pathway between the woods and the Elsewhere Student Dining Hall. If what used to be Blossom still had ears, it would have heard the irritated snort of the horses, or the long, mournful howl that followed. But it didn’t have ears, and so it heard nothing.

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Not-Ellie grinned as she watched from the nearby shadows. She had told Blossom not to go outside during the Hunt, but she wouldn’t be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the show. Stupid mortals, she giggled to herself, one way or another, the Hunt will always get you. She waved jovially at the train of dogs and not-horses as they melted away, then peeled herself out of the darkness and leaned up against what used to be Blossom. 

“And to think, you really believed we were friends. It’s okay, I won’t blame you for not getting it." 

The tree leaves rustled, as if curious.

Not-Ellie shed her glamour like a snake sheds its skin, and rose a vine-arm to caress Blossom’s used-to-be-cheek. A flower bloomed in the center of the fae’s chest cavity. 

"Once we get your scent, we never let go. I won my quarry in tonight’s Hunt. And now, you belong to me.”

Used-To-Be-Blossom screamed inside its timber “You said i’d be safe, you said I’d be loved!" 

"Really, dear,” Not-Ellie responded, “of course you’ll be loved. Much like a hunter swells with pride at the sight of his first kill, so too do I love you, Emily. Now calm yourself, before the stress affects your branches.”

The tree, bound by the True Name it gave up so freely, shuddered once, then fell silent. 

It was calm now. It was loved. And it would never be Blossom again.

Another pseudo-horror Elsewhere drabble, I guess! This one is quite a bit longer, and probably doesn’t make much sense, but it’s 3:00 in the morning and I haven’t slept in 48 hours so I might as well submit it!

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something like love

Originally posted by jinjks

Love is something like a whirlpool of crazy insane emotions that thickens and brews in your heart and stomach and mind until you decide that maybe, yeah, you are falling so far in love.


pairing: jungkook | reader ; barista!jungkook
words: 3.4k 
genre: a tinge of angst and a wHOLE LOT OF FLUFF
summary: jungkook isn’t good with words, especially with girls whose dumb boyfriends dumped them but miracles do happen on a Saturday rainy night when you showed up drenched and desperate for a hot mug of hot chocolate.
a/n: LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT TO MY LOAF @pennelty honestly i don't know why the heck you want angst but i tRIED so pls love it for me thanks b.


The first time Jungkook met you, you belonged to another man, hands intertwined with tender loving eyes that gazed into each others for hours as Jungkook catches on little remnants and snippets of muffled conversation that were exchanged with steaming mugs of coffee beneath your noses.

It didn’t instigate any conflicting emotions the moment your frame enters the little café situated in the corner of the streets, a canopy from the congestions and city life of Seoul. Yet, as weeks pass, and your presence became a regular to the baristas and even the usual customers of the café, Jungkook had taken a fond habit of taking his time to drink you in every time you stopped by, specifically on late Saturday afternoons, where the glory of the sun rays dimmed and the chilling air was a perfect time for a cup of coffee. His colleague, Jimin became suspicious when Jungkook demanded to work for the Saturday shift, but even frequent squabbles and interrogations could not get Jungkook to admit anything he had for you.

But like the first time, and every other times, you had been and always will be belonged to another man; the intimacy and ardent aura that the both of you radiated stirring unwanted feelings and soon enough, when hand holding turned to chaste kisses, Jungkook didn’t bother to fight down the venomous jealousy that spread in his veins like wildfire.

Whatever peculiar dangerous emotions he was feeling, Jungkook knew he had no reason to intervene, to stop the ruthless battle in his heart as he watched the beautiful smile of yours, stars that swirled in your eyes like the galaxies that he maps out in his mind and the dulcet laughter that brought life to the ever so empty café. And while he unearths his greatest desires that lie in the heart of a stranger he only conversed in coffee language, Jungkook wishes that he was the very reason for all your beautiful things.

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A man and his dog

Enver kind of melted when I asked him what his dog’s name was.  “Sawyer,” he crooned.  “Want to see a picture?”   He showed us an adorable picture of Sawyer, gushing about how cute he was, and then showed us an oil painting he had done of his pup (referred to in this tweet).

I asked where he hung the painting.  “My living room, of course.  Where else would you hang it?”

Reader, my mind went to the bad place.  I asked him if he had seen the thing.  “No! Show it to me!”  I showed him @scullyscreamcheesebagel‘s masterpiece.

He thought it was hilarious.  “Can you send it to me?” Uh, yeah I can.   And so our meet and greet ended when the guest services person returned and I was frantically trying to remember how to use airdrop.

anonymous asked:

hi! i loved your identical twin scenario, and can i ask: how would they all react if mc and their twin liked to switch around to play pranks, and stuff? me and my sister used to do that all the time.

My friends used to mess with me all the time…

I used Seven’s real name in this…to identify him too. I don’t know, I know I’m super inconsistent with what I call him in these. 

Yoosung:

  • He is terrified.
  • Seriously, his worst fear has been realized. 
  • MC is an identical twin who has fun pranking him. 
  • So is Saeyoung. 
  • That makes it so four of the people he knows are just people that he can never entirely trust. 
  • Normally they’ll stop when Yoosung cries. 
  • Normally. 

Jaehee:

  • It doesn’t bother her, because honestly, it never works on her. 
  • It always shocks them, because of the times that MC’s twin will walk into the room wearing MC’s clothes and everyone is convinced it’s MC and she just greets them by their name as easily as if nothing had happened at all. 
  • Everyone is shocked how she knew, including MC’s sibling and she just kind of shrugs it off.  
  • MC and their twin are seriously in shock of how Jaehee knew. 
  • She’s not going to tell. 

Jumin:

  • He went months, not knowing there were two of them. 
  • Literally. Months
  • And MC was found it hilarious 
  • They definitely weren’t going to tell him either. They wanted to see how long they could keep it up and they manage to do so until he goes to meet MC’s family
  • He’s shocked as to be expected, but he actually took the news pretty well. 

Zen:

  • He’s annoyed
  • It’s bad enough just having Saeyoung around, even if Saeran was normally pretty reluctant to play along, but the fact that MC and their twin were both willing to play along, things were a hundred times worse for him. 
  • Very frustrated. 
  • Complains a lot in the messenger

Saeyoung:

  • The three of them try to convince Saeran to play along all the time
  • He loves it
  • He loves them both
  • He’s so excited
  • Constantly begging Saeran to play along just this once

V:

  • He finds it pretty amusing, though he doesn’t really say anything
  • He doesn’t really struggle to tell them apart. 
  • He’s very good at realizing the details and differences between them 
  • MC and their sibling find that to be pretty annoying

Vanderwood: 

  • He’s done. 
  • He’s had more than enough dealing with Saeyoung for years and trying to keep him focused on his work to keep them both alive and then after the agency was dissolved, he continued hanging around the RFA more or less because he didn’t know what else to do with his life
  • It wasn’t like he had anything else he could return to
  • So he got to know Saeran well enough when he’d come and visit the Choi twins and thankfully he was normally pretty reluctant to go along with the pranks that Seven kept coming up with 
  • When Vanderwood met MC and their twin though he immediately realized that they were more on Saeyoung’s side of things and how right he was
  • He’s constantly threatening to just leave, but he never does 

Saeran: 

  • He’s kind of in a grey area
  • He finds it pretty annoying most of the time, but they also tend to not mess with him (and even when they do it’s normally not the most effective) 
  • If they want to mess with their friends why did he care?
  • Not to mention that Saeyoung was often drawn into their pranks which, sometimes, could get him to stop being so annoying
  • That also backfires though because really, Saeyoung’s just so excited. 
  • He wants to mess around and prank the RFA with his brother and Saeran is just not having it 
Attention

Genre: Angst, Romance, Friendship, Fluff
Word Count: 3,671 words
Pairings: Rucas (major), Joshaya (slight) 
Summary: The three times someone gives up on getting Riley or Lucas’ attention when the other enters the room, and the one time someone does not give up.
A/N: This is a gift for @madelinecoffee because she is my sunshine and she deserves the world. You’re amazing, sweetie. 
Warning: Mentions of underage drinking. Let me know what ya’ll think :) 


1. Jordan

He sees her again a few days later in the subway, and he cannot help but think that this must be fate.

A few days ago, he had watched from the corner of his eye as her blonde friend and her giggled after he had smiled at them. Jordan had tried his hardest to keep his eye on his book, but he could not stop the amused smile that had spread across his lips.

He has not stopped thinking about her since.

“Okay, Maya, now that you’re you again, we have to set some ground rules,” the beautiful brunette’s excited voice drifts, and Jordan closes the book he had been reading.

Maya rolls her eyes, though fond amusement lights up her pretty face. “Riley, I’m not going to set the school on fire or get you into detention. I just want things to return to the way they were.”

Ah, so her name is Riley. It fits her, he thinks.

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Uncle Hercule

Sherlock heard a giggle. 

‘I know that laugh…’

The question was, what was Molly Hooper so giggly about at two in the afternoon. Especially since she was supposed to be working on her speech for the upcoming weekend at Oxford. 

Stepping into Baker Street, Sherlock stared at the sight before him. There sat his fiancee (in his favorite sundress she owned) giggling like a schoolgirl at the portly gentleman who occupied his chair. 

“Uncle Hercule?” Sherlock shouldn’t have been surprised, not really. Once he and Molly had announced their nuptials, family had been coming out of the woodworks to congratulate them. 

“Sherlock!” Molly held out her hand to him and he went to her. “Look who stopped in!”

“I see…Uncle Hercule,” Sherlock held out his hand to his relative. Hercule Poirot smiled, the points of his immaculately waxed mustache turned upwards, a twinkle in his eyes. 

“My dear boy, I had to come as soon as your brother told me the news. I am pleased to hear you have found someone who makes you happy at last. I wondered when you would see sense and snap up this English Rose. If you had waited any longer, perhaps I would have beaten you to the chase, eh?” 

Molly giggled again, much to Sherlock’s surprise, seeing her flush, clearly amused and delighted at his Belgian uncle’s antics. 

“Yes…well…I am glad to see you.”

“And I you,” his uncle’s smile was fond then, a tinge of bittersweetness in his eyes. “I have seen your sister.” 

Sensing a family discussion, Molly got to her feet, squeezing Sherlock’s hand. “I’ll be upstairs. I’ve got typing to do. Call me before you go Uncle,” 

“I will, I will mademoiselle,” he took her hand, kissing her fingers. “Hmm, like a lily you are, pretty and-”

“Uncle,” Sherlock’s tone was warning, though amused and Molly giggled again, before heading upstairs. 

Later…

“You know he was flirting with you,” Sherlock said, once his uncle had gone, not before promising to come again, and of course attend their wedding as well. 

“I do,” Molly laughed. “He’s very charming! Why, Sherlock” she noticed his frown. “Are you afraid your uncle will steal me away?” 

“No, I’m only surprised you could giggle so insipidly,” he returned her teasing tone, smirking at her. He knew full well his uncle was something of a charmer to ladies, Molly would be no exception. 

“I do not!” she laughed. 
“Well you certainly don’t behave that way around me.”

“That’s because I know you,” she replied, swatting his bottom as she passed by him. “Maybe you ought to speak french more.” 

Suddenly Sherlock’s strong arms encircled her, and he drew her close to him, mouth lowered to her ear 

“Ma belle chérie, je parle français tous les jours si cela veut dire que tu resteras dans mes bras…”

Wide eyed, Molly stared up at him, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’. 

Seeing her reaction, Sherlock smirked to himself, saying quite a bit more, all of which Molly didn’t know, only a few naughty words her old college roommate had taught her. 

He hadn’t a chance to finish his sentence, for she’d thrown her arms around him and kissed him quite thoroughly. 

“Teach me,” she insisted, once they parted. 

“What?” he asked, dazed from the kiss (he still loved that these marvelous kisses came in so many different types and none were ever boring). 

“Teach me how to speak French.” 

“Oh!” Sherlock’s eyes lit up, rather liking the idea of Molly speaking French. “Well if you insist.”

“Oui mon cher…” her smile was naughty, and Sherlock decided to make a mental note to thank his dear old Uncle Hercule for forcing him to learn French, all those years ago. 

Persistence

Originally posted by fairybcby


Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: “Enjoy the ride, and remember, this is a theme park, so cry and scream all you want because no one will remember you anyways.”

A/N: Out of the five unfinished things I have planned, I honestly didn’t think I would post this first. But hey, Happy Valentine ’s Day everyone, and cheers to being a loner.

1 of 13 Ways to Fall in Love.

It’s not that Min Yoongi doesn’t like amusement parks. The rides and the food are pretty cool, even though both can cause a person to spend a bit of time in the bathroom if not heeded with caution. He likes to join in with his friends as they jostle and dare each other to ride this ride - no, that ride!, although in a much more low-key fashion. He also likes to mock their pale expressions and girlish screams afterward.

What he has a problem with is the people.

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Secrets and Pizza Sauce

It’s Danvers Sister’s Week! For day one have Kara and Alex being adorable!


It’s been months, with travelling to earth one, and the daxamite invasion and just life in general, Alex and Kara haven’t gotten to have a Sister’s Night in a while. Alex hasn’t even told Kara that she and Maggie are engaged, and she knows something has been going on with Kara as well.

So when Kara called at 6pm, her voice flustered and squeaky, asking if Alex was free tonight, well, she couldn’t leave her sister in such a sorry state right? So she wrapped up any experiments that couldn’t run over night and told Kara to be at her apartment in about an hour. Next she called Maggie and said she would spend tomorrow night with her instead, laughing when her fianceé asked if the secret could finally be let out. After rushing through the last of her paperwork she grabbed her leather jacket and locked up the Lab.

By 6:45 she was in an uber headed home from the DEO, excited to spend time with Kara and only Kara, for the first time in months. Alex knows she will have to make it up to Maggie, and she already plans to have Kara “help her pick” and by that she means buy with money that is Kara’s, a nice edible arrangement before they settle in, but she knows that Maggie understands the need for Danvers Sister Nights. So as she hangs up with the pizza place, excited that Jackson will be delivering since she knows how much he crushes on Kara, and thanks her cabbie she looks up to the sky, knowing Kara will be landing any moment.

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kissingscorpions  asked:

Hi~ I was wondering if I could send in an Ask for Bokuto, Azumane, Kageyama, (from Haikyuu) Okamura, Hayakawa, and Kasamatsu (KnB)... the scenario being their reactions to having their crush sit on their lap for a long car ride due to lack of seating... (not necessarily nsfw reactions, I imagine their reactions would be pretty amusing though XD) Please and thank you. :3

Hello there! Thank you so much for adhering to my request for a different genre of ask. It’s only the second one I’ve received so I appreciate it. This made me grin and I really hope I hit their personalities well in this. 


“Hey, ______-chan, sorry for the lack of space, we miscounted the seats. But I’m sure _______ won’t mind you sitting in his lap!”

Bokuto: Tenses up his ridiculously firm thighs as you sit down; how could Akaashi do this to him?! His eyes are wide, nerves very apparent on his face since this precious owl doesn’t hide his emotions at all. He can only be thankful that you’re facing away from him.

Azumane: If he hasn’t passed out after initial contact of your cute (he’s noticed, so sue him) butt to his legs, having to wrap his arms around you as the car goes over a large bump to keep you from sliding to the floor almost does him in. He quickly releases, flustered and apologizing for touching you while you try to calm him down; he was just being protective after all.

Kageyama: “Here, you can just have my seat, I’ll take the floor,” he says more firmly than he meant to, still irritated by Hinata’s completely inappropriate suggestion. As he crouches next to the sliding door of the van, the miniature middle blocker whispers, “That was your big chance, Bakageyama!”  He glares at him. “Shut up dumb ass!”

Okamura: Torn between elation and embarrassment, Okamura awkwardly pats his lap in invitation to Tatsuya’s suggestion. As you take a seat, he makes sure to keep his hands firmly gripping the seat lest he accidentally touch you inappropriately given the size of his hands.

Hayakawa: He’s talking so fast and mixing up his words so you can’t understand him. Does he want you to sit on his lap or not? Finally, a whack to the back of his head from his captain gets him to shut up after which he tugs you onto his lap. Well, apparently he’s fine with it.  

Kasamatsu: Turns three shades of red, almost fainting when you reply, “Oh good, thanks Kasamatsu-san!” Once your comfortably in his lap, he has to remind himself to breathe. Can this van not go any faster?!

anonymous asked:

If all the bros had a crush on a person, how do you think that would go down? (Poly ending or non poly ending, however you feel!)

I absolutely love the idea of the Matsus being in a poly relationship with their s/o, so I went with that! (˶ ・⌄ ・˶ )


They are all very competitive as you would guess, trying everything they can to undermine each other. Osomatsu “accidentally” tells you all the embarrassing stuff about his brothers, especially about poor Choromatsu. Karamatsu tries his best to literally outshine his brothers, his painfulness level now on max. Choromatsu is giving you his “I am the most reasonable guy out of these idiots” vibes, while secretly locking out the others from the house so he could spend some time with you alone, and really, his cunning little plans seem to work most of the time. Ichimatsu brings out his deadly aura, scaring everyone away (and threatning Karamatsu, because screw Karamatsu in particular). Jyushi wrestles him a lot to assert dominance, but most of the time he’s just there, waiting ever so patiently for a chance to come. He’s the one that usually sits next to you or asks you out on a “date” while the others are busy fighting each other. Totty blackmails all his brothers with various pictures he’s taken, so he manages to get a fair share of time spent with you.

Seriously, the whole repertoire of Tom & Jerry gags is present there, but after some time it gets very boring, especially when you can’t even spend a single minute with any of the boys without something strange happening. You might as well muster up some courage and confess, while it’s still not that bad…

If you only want to date one or a few of them, the rest will be very bitter, almost offended, and they will throw tantrums from time to time, complain a lot and just bully the “lucky ones” more than they usually do, but will eventually move on, and let you have your happiness.

If it turns out you want to date all of them, however, the most surrealistic thing unfolds before your eyes.  Once they get over the initial confusion (because what, you seriously love all of them??), they are absolutely overjoyed, crying and screaming, throwing random things around like magazines, cat food and Jyushimatsu. It’s quite possibly the greatest outcome to them, one they had never guessed would turn into reality. It’s like the constant bickering and competing over your attention never happened, they are suddenly all ready to share you with each other. When you ask them why the sudden change of attitude, they explain that what would really make them feel envious was if one of them suddenly achieved happiness, while the rest was still stuck in the same miserable place, and this is completely different from that. Knowing that the person they love actually loves them back is what matters to them the most - not to mention, dating all of them means their life is now even easier than before, as they don’t have to fear one of them suddenly leaves the group. You can just move in and everything is solved!

Osomatsu is the one that is most likely to initiate any sort of intimacy with you, regardless of his brothers being there or not. He will cling onto you, cuddle up to you whenever he feels like it and hold your hand in public so casually it’s almost embarrassing, making the others scream internally and wanting to set him on fire. They really do consider doing it, when he once just straight-out asks you if you want to have sex. As clingy as he is, he really doesn’t mind sharing at all, and will sometimes even encourage his brothers to cuddle you from the other side or take your other hand. He often teams up with Totty to sneak up on you and shower you with hugs and kisses.

Karamatsu really wants to have some dedicated time alone with you, but it’s never really respected. You will know when he craves your attention, because he will get unusually fidgety and will glance at your direction every now and then. He would love to take you on walks and sit with you on the rooftop, trying to show you the latest song he wrote. He takes ages to finally kiss you, because whenever he feels like it’s going to turn out perfect, the others are always there, watching. The longer you are dating the Matsunos, though, the less frequent spying on each other gets, so Karamatsu will definitely have the chance to check off every overly romantic thing from his “must do” list. He’s okay with almost all of his brothers coming to cuddle you while he’s doing the same, but he must always be there first, and he never initiates anything when he sees someone has already “claimed” you.

Choromatsu has a whole program planned out for every day, each featuring who and how many hours and minutes are allowed to have with you, but no matter how much he screams about it, noone ever listens. It’s not like he doesn’t get to spend time with you at all, but when he’s deprived of taking you to somewhere for the third time, he flips out and demands immediate attention. The others just let out a sigh, because here we go again, and urge you to go out on a date with him so he can calm down. He has a constant fear of being watched for understandable reasons, so he rarely ever makes a move himself, and your first kiss is very awkward, too. He’s way too self-conscious to let anyone else near you when you two are cuddling, but it sometimes happens with Osomatsu. They are pretty amusing when they argue, though, so you guess it’s okay.

Ichimatsu is not too particular about being completely alone with you, he’s content with being able to randomly snuggle up to you or play with your hair like the cat he is, and the only time he demands full attention is when he wants to have sex. And how will you know he wants to? You will know. His glare is so intense it sends shivers up your spine, and you swear you could sense it from far away. While Osomatsu is the fastest to get intimate, Ichimatsu is the most shameless, and who knows how far he would be willing to go in front of his brothers… He will touch and kiss you a lot, making even cuddling look like something filthy. He doesn’t do anything until he gets permission, so you can either ask him to go further (or, tell him you’re not in the mood, because hey, that’s a perfectly acceptable choice, too), or you can let him suffer quietly, which is… I guess still works if you’re into it.

Jyushimatsu is all about sharing, really. He loves group hugs and snuggles the most, although they very rarely work out (Karamatsu always gets kicked out for some mysterious reason, and Choromatsu and Osomatsu will always start arguing no matter what). He sometimes takes you out on dates, although they could be more likely described as “adventures”, and he is the first his brothers stop spying on, which means a lot of kissing for you two.

Totty is the most particular about spending “quality time” with you, as he likes to call it, demanding zero disturbance while he takes you on fancy dates and the such. It will most of the time result in him frantically trying to shake off his brothers, but as time progresses, and the usual outings become boring for both of you, he gets more casual about it. He won’t kick anyone off of you if they try to join in with the cuddling, but he will be very vocal about it, and will probably try to challenge the other about who can be more disgustingly affectionate with you.

anonymous asked:

Can i get a uuuuuh separate kaminari and todoroki hc thing for how they are as fathers (I don't know how to word this at all but y'know... how they are with children i guess?)

KAMINARI DENKI:

  • he’s a very fun dad!! He loves taking his children out whenever he can, and even though he rarely plans their outings beyond a pretty vague idea, they somehow always turn out super fun for everyone involved!
  • he’s very relaxed with rules! He has a couple basics, mostly safety related ones, but otherwise he’s open to his children figuring things out for themselves and experimenting and all that!
  • overall, children love him!! He’s fun and not strict in the slightest, and as his children get older they really appreciate him letting them experiment and trusting them to not get into too much trouble!
  • the only downside is that he’s a bit like a kid himself, even as a dad. Probably needs someone to remind him when it’s meal time / bed time, and is often a bit of a mess when it comes to more serious parenting! He’s trying his best though!!

TODOROKI SHOUTO:

  • very very VERY loving as a dad. He’s always telling his kids how much he loves them and how proud of them he is no matter what, and makes sure they know he’ll always be there to support them. It’s even a bit excessive how doting he is at times, but he wants to make sure his kids never go through what he did
  • he is a bit stricter than Kaminari, but not by much. He wants to try and protect his kids from harm as much as he can, but at the same time he also wants them to be able to grow on their own and live their own lives, so a lot of his extra rules are really more like loose guidelines to help his kids avoid more trouble than they can handle
  • he’s very organized and put together as a dad! He has loads of reminders and notes on his phone to help him stay on top of things, and in general he’s put a lot of research and planning into being as good a dad as he can be! Because of that, he’s also very good at helping his children work out their problems, either as a guiding hand or a comforting shoulder to cry on
  • he’s pretty clueless about what amuses kids though, and does struggle to come up with vacations and family trips/activities on his own. Not to worry though! His children are always more than willing to lend a hand, and though he’s often a bit confused, he’s always open minded!

anonymous asked:

Why is Capcom so retarded, they put their retro ports like Mega Man, Disney, and Okami on everything but the Switch even though retro games like Wonder Boy and Oceanhorn have sold more on Switch than all other platforms combined. It's pretty amusing how Capcom misses the mark with this stuff though.

all of those ports began development before the switch was even out fam

Selfish Desires (Part 2)

A/N: Part 2. It’s a bit long. Rushed through it. Might be some grammatical and spelling errors. This one has some rated stuff in it. Or an attempt on it.

Part 1

***Once again everything in the bold italics is Jungkook’s thoughts. Not that many in this one.

It’s been about a week since Jungkook’s confession to Jimin and after what had happened between them. Jungkook hasn’t spoken to Jimin since then.  Been avoiding any possible contact. Jungkook recently heard that Jimin apologized to Arin about not showing up to their previous schedule and asked her out again for dinner. News was that they were dating. Others say that they kicked it off that night of the date. But Jungkook wouldn’t know.  If everything was still normal and something did happen, Jungkook would have been the first one to know. But…Jungkook didn’t care.  He could care less about what was going on between Jimin and Arin and what their relationship was.  It didn’t bother him. It didn’t bother him that Jimin hasn’t tried to contact Jungkook or even once tried to come find him and see how he was. It didn’t bother him one bit.

…then why am I standing in front of his dorm room? Jungkook pressed his nose bridge as he tapped his foot irritably. Aish.  Out of all places, how did I wind up here? Jungkook paced back and forth in front of the door. Stopping every now and then as if he was going to knock on the door, but then go right back to pacing. Damn it. Just knock on the door. You’re already here. But what if Jimin hyung isn’t even in the room? Would have just wasted my time. Wait. Wasted my time? So I do have something to say to him then? This went on for about another two or three minutes with Jungkook arguing with himself in his own head. Other students just laughed as they passed by the oblivious male.  

“Agh! Just do it,” Jungkook said. He was about midway from knocking when the door suddenly flew open.

“Hm? Jeon Jungkook? What a surprise,” Jimin said with his head tilted to the side. He had such a cute smile on his face. Such a small little curve on his lips. Jungkook was frozen in spot with his face bloodshot red.  “I was just about to come to see you too. But good thing you’re already here. Come in,” Jimin said, motioning the youngster into the room. Jungkook – still silent – slowly walked into the room.  “Haven’t seen you in a while. Whatcha been up to lately?” Jimin said as he jumped onto his bed.  

Jungkook shuffled his feet around, tapping and kicking the floor slightly. “Nothing much,” he answered, “what about you hyung?  What have you been doing lately?  Been busy with stuff?”  

“Stuff?  What kind of stuff you talking about?” Jimin said. He stretched out on the bed onto his stomach.  

Stuff with Arin.  What kind of stuff have you been doing with Arin?  “I don’t know.  That’s why I’m asking you,” Jungkook replied with a slight pout.

Jimin giggled slightly, the sound resonating in Jungkook’s ears.  “If you’re referring to Arin, there’s nothing going on between us. I’ve heard some pretty amusing things this past week though. People getting really creative nowadays,” Jimin said propping his face in his hands. Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at how plump Jimin’s lips looked. His cheeks looked extra chubby and squishy in between his hands like that. It made Jungkook want to –

“So why have you been avoiding me?” Jimin asked, catching Jungkook off guard.  

“Huh?  What?”

“Oh so what?  Not seeing me for a week is a normal thing now?” Jimin asked.

“Well…uh…”

“Is it because of what had happened?” Jimin interrupted.

“Well…hyung…I…”

“What if I told you it’s okay?” Jimin interrupted again. “What if I told you the thing you had done was okay?  And that I wasn’t bothered by it?”

Jungkook was dumbfounded for a second, but still. Jimin probably just felt bad for what had happened.  He seriously didn’t think that way. Jimin was just being Jimin.

“Hyung, it was just my own selfish desires. You really don’t have to force yourself to say all this stuff to make me feel better. That’s not what I want from you,” Jungkook said.  

Jungkook was wide eyed as Jimin’s lips pressed against his. Jimin was on his tippy-toes and holding Jungkook’s face with both hands. Jungkook tried to push Jimin away, but he wasn’t budging. Yes Jimin was small but he was strong.  Very strong.  And even sometimes Jungkook would forget that because of his size.  

“You little brat.  Now do you understand?”

“…You started it first,” Jungkook said and he was all over Jimin. Jungkook had Jimin’s face in his hands as he hungrily kissed those plump lips. That familiar, wonderful taste. He wanted more and more of it. Jungkook backed Jimin up against the door, his hand now behind the back of Jimin’s neck deepening the kiss.  Jimin kissed Jungkook back with just as much force, his hands gripping the sides of Jungkook’s shirt tightly. Breaking away from the kiss, Jungkook planted a trail of kisses along Jimin’s jawline. He sucked and nibbled slightly at Jimin’s Adam’s apple and along the curve of Jimin’s neck.  A satisfied smile curved onto his lips when Jimin let out a soft moan.  

“Hyung, you wore this sweater on purpose huh?” Jungkook asked in between his trail of kisses.  “You were planning to come see me that’s why you wore this sweater right?” With a little tug, one side fell off of Jimin’s shoulder.  Jungkook trailed over sucking on Jimin’s collarbone.  Another soft moan escaped from Jimin.  

“Are you feeling good right now?” Jungkook whispered into Jimin’s ear before taking a bite of his earlobe. “Shall I make you feel even better?”  Before Jimin could answer, Jungkook was already on his knees and untying the strings to Jimin’s shorts.  

“Yah.  What are you—“  In one swift movement, Jimin’s shorts and boxers were pulled off, revealing his cock. Jungkook licked his lips.  “Jeon Jungkook, you can’t be thinking of…” Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s member and gave it a slight pump.  Jimin jerked at the sudden, cold touch.  “Jungkook, you…you can’t…”

Jungkook licked the underside of Jimin’s cock until he reached the tip.  His mouth slightly grazed over the tip, teasing Jimin.  “C-can you not…ah…”  Jimin covered his mouth with his hand.  A huge grin formed on Jungkook’s face. Okay.  No more playtime.  And Jimin’s entire length was in Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin didn’t know if he should be mortified or be amazed at the sight. He watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared from Jungkook’s mouth, head bobbing back and forth.  Jimin’s head leaned back against the door as he legs began to spread wider and wider, allowing Jungkook to move in closer between his legs.  Jungkook’s hands caressed Jimin’s thigh, moving slightly inner and massing him gently.  “Jungkook, I’m…ah…ah…don’t…stop…” Jimin’s hand was in Jungkook’s hair holding his head in place. He was practically panting and his moans were muffled by his free hand. He was holding back but even so Jungkook could hear every bit of it. Jungkook glanced up.  The sight was divine and so beautiful – Jimin’s red, embarrassed, pleasure-filled face. It was hot. Jungkook kept going until he felt Jimin twitch inside his mouth. Licking Jimin’s cock clean, Jungkook pressed his lips against Jimin’s, letting him taste himself.

“Hyung, don’t you think that was a bit too fast?” Jungkook joked.

Jimin’s face flushed with heat.  “Why do you keep making fun of me?”   Jungkook couldn’t help but smile seeing the pout on Jimin’s face. He pecked Jimin on the lips. “It’s because you’re just too cute,” Jungkook said before crushing his lips once more against Jimin’s.

Their lips molded into one another.  Fighting against another. Jungkook bit the bottom of Jimin’s lip, a whimper escaping from his lips. Jimin’s hands were roaming freely on their own, moving from Jungkook’s chest and eventually finding their way under his shirt. Jungkook moaned into the kiss as Jimin’s hands traced along his skin.  The touch was barely grazing over yet Jungkook could feel warmth over every little area. Jimin’s hands were curious as they moved lower and lower.

“Hyung, you don’t have to,” Jungkook said in between kisses.  Jimin’s hand found itself moving pass the elastic of Jungkook’s boxers and inside. “Don’t force yourself.  Not for me.”

Jimin shoved Jungkook and frowned, which was probably one of the cutest expressions Jungkook’s ever seen.  “Why do you keep insisting on that?”

“Because…I care about you, hyung.  And I don’t want you doing things you don’t want,” Jungkook answered.

“Well it’s not only you.  I want this too, and I want to make you feel good also,” Jimin said crossing his arms angrily.  Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh. “Why are you laughing at me again?!”  Jungkook kissed Jimin.  “Okay. I’m sorry hyung,” Jungkook said, a slight chuckle in his response.  “Go to the bed,” Jimin commanded.  Jungkook was obedient and obeyed the order.

Jungkook laid completely still on the bed, observing what Jimin was planning to do next.  He felt a throb in his dick as he watched Jimin crawl onto the bed making his way up to Jungkook.  Untying the strings to Jungkook’s sweatpants, Jimin pulled it off along with the boxers, revealing the already hard cock. He grasped the cock rightly as he pumped it slowly. Compared to Jungkook’s big and cold hands, Jimin’s were small and warm. But they knew exactly what they were doing.  Wasting no time, Jungkook’s length entered Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan, feeling Jimin’s teeth lightly graze his member.  

“Hyung!  Your mouth feels so good on my cock!” Jungkook moaned. Jimin was totally focused on the cock. Head bobbing up and down as his hands rubbed the sides, not forgetting to give Jungkook’s balls some slight attention as well. Jimin kissed the tip of Jungkook’s cock and gave it another pump.  Grabbing Jimin by the face, Jungkook pulled him on top and kissed him softly.  

“Hyung, I’m not like you.  I’m not gonna cum from a blow job,” Jungkook said.

“You’re making fun of me again!”  Jungkook pecked Jimin quickly before switching their positions. Jungkook hovered over Jimin. He caressed Jimin’s cheek as he stared down lovingly.  

“Like I said, it’s because you’re cute.”  And Jungkook crushed his lips desperately onto Jimin’s. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouth, moaning into one another. Jungkook’s forearm pushed Jimin’s sweater up, revealing his chest. His fingers found their way to Jimin’s nipples, playing and twisting at them.  

“Jung…Jungkook…ah…” Jungkook mouth trailed down Jimin’s neck, sucking deeply at the pale skin.  After pulling off Jimin’s sweater, Jungkook’s mouth was immediately on Jimin’s nipples. His tongue made swirls from one side to the other, giving each nipple the same amount of attention.  Jimin clutched on the sides of the blanket tightly, holding back his moans as much as he could.

Jimin was caught by surprise when Jungkook suddenly flipped him over onto his stomach.  Jungkook leaned his chest against Jimin’s back as he nibbled on Jimin’s ear.  “You’re hard again hyung.”  “Shut up,” Jimin said.  Jungkook planted wet kisses along Jimin’s back.  His hands were all over Jimin, playing with his nipples one moment and massaging Jimin’s inner thighs the next. Jimin yelped as Jungkook smacked his ass cheek.  “You have such a nice ass,” Jungkook said. Jimin felt so embarrassed.  Why does Jungkook have to say such things? Parting Jimin’s cheeks, Jungkook licked his lips at the sight of Jimin’s hole. He started with a tiny lick before covering it completely with his mouth.

“Jungkook…ah…why are you…ah…why are you licking there? It’s so…ah…so dirty…”

“Because I want to taste every part of your body,” Jungkook answered, still licking and sucking at the hole.  “Make every part of your body mine.”

“Why do you keep saying such embarrassing things?” Jimin asked in between pants. Jungkook turned Jimin’s face to the side, letting their lips meet. “Because I love you hyung,” Jungkook said.  If Jimin’s face wasn’t already red, his face would be redder than red by now. “You’re ready now hyung.” Jungkook pulled off his shirt as he positioned himself.  Holding Jimin by the hips, Jungkook’s tip slowly stretched Jimin’s entrance. 

“No. Jungkook! Stop! It hurts!”

“Relax hyung.  It’s gonna feel good,” Jungkook said, filling Jimin up completely. “You’re so tight hyung.  Feels so good to have you around my cock.” Moving slowly at first, Jungkook thrusted into Jimin. Jimin clenched the sides of the bed. Jungkook was right.  It did feel good.  Too good. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s neglected member and gave it a good pump. He thrusted and pumped in unison. Jimin’s moans were inaudible as his face was stuffed into the pillow. Jungkook’s pressed his chest against Jimin’s back.  He placed his hand over top of Jimin’s, intertwining their fingers.

“Let me hear your moans hyung.  Don’t silence them,” Jungkook said into Jimin’s ear.

“No.  It’s…it’s embarrassing,” Jimin said.

“I wanna hear them.  Moan for me hyung.  Let me hear your beautiful voice,” Jungkook said, placing kisses along Jimin’s neck and shoulder.  Jimin’s face was blood red from the embarrassment as he moaned uncontrollably. Jungkook’s thrusts were slow but hard. Hitting Jimin right in the spot each and every time.

“Ah…I love…I love your cock so much Jungkook. Ah…feels so good…ah…oh god…” Jimin moaned. Pulling out, Jungkook flipped Jimin over just to thrust right back into Jimin’s hole. “Shit!  Jungkook…Jungkook…ah…”  Jungkook’s thrusting quickened, balls smacking Jimin in the ass cheeks.  The sound of their skin slapping against one another loudly.  Jungkook held Jimin’s legs apart spreading them wider and wider.  It’s amazing how flexible Jimin was. Jungkook wanted to see how much more he could push before Jimin would break.

“Open your eyes hyung,” Jungkook said thrusting harder. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

“I…I can’t…too…ah…too good…ah ah…”  

“Look at me hyung,” Jungkook said.  “I want you to see when we cum together.” Jimin tried to keep his eyes open, but it was hard when his body wasn’t responding even to him. Jungkook pushed Jimin’s hair out of his face. “Jungkook…Jungkook…” Jimin desperately called. Jungkook was nearing and he knew Jimin was too.  He thrusted deeper into Jimin. “Jungkook…I’m gonna…”  Jungkook crashed their lips together as they both came. Jimin held Jungkook tightly as they both shook from the pleasure. Jungkook breathed deeply into the crook of Jimin’s neck, their chests rising slowly up and down together.

“Hey, do you think the entire hall heard us?”  Jimin asked.

“Definitely.”

2

*** You ever feel like you could literally collapse because you’re so tired? That’s me right now. I was out all day and I haven’t taken a nap which is extremely rare for me 😂 Like my bed looks so good right now, got ya girl looking over like 😏***

“You have such a gorgeous smile darlin’.” You smiled somewhat bashfully and winked at him. “Yours ain’t that bad either handsome.” He smiled brightly at the complement and playfully shrugged his shoulders. “I try.” Truth was, the man was beautiful. Light brown hair with green eyes and golden skin that was beautifully kissed by the Texas sun. He was solid and built, but from hard labor not the gym and was a true gentleman, all thank yous and yes ma'ams.

He was a nice guy and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him. It wasn’t anything serious of course and you weren’t one for one night stands but a little flirting never hurt anyone and you’d be damned if you wasted your last night in Texas. You’d been so caught up in your flirtations though that you hadn’t realized to sour look on Chibs face as he stared at the interaction from his spot across the table. Happy had though and he pushed his knee against Chibs, drawing his attention away from you.

“You look like you could kill something right about now.” Chibs nodded harshly, his teeth clenching. “Aye. That cowboy prick over there.” Happy smirked and laughed lightly. “I’d help you but I think she might get mad at me. They seem to be getting pretty close, don’t wanna cockblock her.” Happy knew you well enough to know you weren’t actually going to go home with the guy, and at the back of his mind so did Chibs. It didn’t make it any less amusing to push his buttons though.

“His hand is pretty high on her thigh. And she’s touched his arm more times than I can count.” Hap laughed again at the growl that came from his brother and reached over to squeeze his shoulder roughly. “Relax, I’m just fuckin’ around. Why don’t you just tell her? Skip of this jealousy bullshit.” Chibs looked away and tried to play it off. “Tell her what?” Happy rolled his eyes and stayed looking at his brother. “Tell her you love her. And don’t say you don’t. I got eyes and I ain’t stupid. You love the girl, everybody knows that except for her. Just tell her. Before she decides to maybe finally take someone home one of these days and you lose your chance.”

If Chibs wasn’t so annoyed, he might’ve laughed at the notion that Happy was giving him relationship advice but the truth was that it was killing him to see you with another man and Hap was right, eventually you’d go on a date with someone or let them take you home and fall for them. You’d get feelings for them and he’d lose his chance of ever getting to be yours. That wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. With a glance towards Happy and a nod of approval from the Killer, Chibs placed his beer down on the table and stood, making his way around the dim club to your side of the table, standing there silently.

You looked away from the man who you’d learned was named Gavin and up towards Chibs as he walked up, flashing him a warm smile. “ Hey Chibby, whats up?” He tried to smile back at you but even he could tell that it looked fake and he tried to contain himself as the guy looked up at him too, annoyance clear on his face that you’d been interrupted. “I was wondering if we could talk. I have something I need to tell you.” The plan was to wait untill you said yes and then take you away from the guy to confess his feelings but after a quick glance down and seeing the guys hand possessively wrap around your knee, Chibs reached out and grabbed your hand, roughly pulling you to stand. You gasped a little at the sudden movement and Chibs continued to pull you until you were firmly pressed against his chest. He hungrily and angrily pushed his lips against yours, claiming you for not only Gavin but for the whole club to see.

He kissed you passionately for a couple seconds more before pulling away and looking intently at you. “I been putting it off for a while now lass but I love you. I know we’ve been doing this hard to get, ignoring each other thing but that’s enough. You’re mine.” He didn’t really wait around for your reaction or reply, simple snaked his arm around your waist and grabbed the drink that Gavin had bought out of your hand, placing it down on the table. “Sorry cowboy, she’s taken.” He flashed a very condescending and fake smile at the man before walking away with you as you shook your head.

“Took you long enough. I thought I was gonna be damn near your age before you finally made a move.” The Scotsman laughed and looked down at you, a cocky smile on his face and his right eye closing in a wink. “Just giving the other fellas a fighting chance. Were you trying to make me jealous?” You didn’t answer him but your avoidance of eye contact and slight smile gave you away. Your smile faltered a bit though as his hand snaked into your hair, making a fist at the back of your head and tugged slightly, forcing you to look up at him. “Well let’s make that the last time yeah? Otherwise I might have to punish you.”

Shutter (Yoongi Smut)

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- Bub ♥

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You clenched your hands into a fist for the umpteenth time today as you watched the scene before you. Crumbles of the cracker you had just pulverised fell onto your lap. A shame really, as they were actually quite appetising and you were sure Jin would be upset and tell you to treat food with respect but you couldn’t care less at this moment. All you could care about was the distance -rather, lack thereof- between your boyfriend and the girl he was posing with in front of the camera. With every flash of the camera you could see the girl inching closer to Yoongi, her hand on his shoulder but slowly making its way to his chest before she flashed a bright smile at the photographer. When the photographer told Yoongi to put his arm around her, you were sure the entire photo studio had heard your irritated huff. Your significant other eyed you curiously before grinning, obviously finding the way you impatiently tapped your foot on the ground while glaring daggers at the girl rather amusing to watch.

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Spencer Reid x Reader - Match Made in the BAU

“No freaking way…” You gasped as Spencer spun around. Both of you were holding two cups of coffee. “You brought me coffee??” Spencer asked eyes darting between both of your hands. “Yeah… Did you bring me coffee??” You smile and shake your head. “Looks like we got each others back… A good sign since I get to go in the field with the team today.” You smile brightly as you two exchange cups so you both one of your own in each hand. “Really?? You got the paper work done??” Spencer’s face lit up at the news. He gave you an awkward coffee handed side hug as the elevator doors opened to show Derek with one eye brow cocked up. “Whats up with the PDA??” Derek pried as you and Spencer walked into the elevator. “(Y/N) here is going on her first field endevor today…” Spencer sounded like a proud mother. “Alright good for you intern.” Derek nodded in amusement. “Can’t have you paired up with pretty boy here though he might do something reckless trying to be your knight in a cable knit sweater…” Derek teased as Spencer shot him a sharp glare. You laugh it off as just teasing thinking nothing of it. 

On the plane you listened intently to Garcia as she gave everyone the run down on the case updates. Over the last 2 weeks 4 women had been found tied up in garbage bags in random people’s garbage cans outside their houses. Another victim had been found fitting the profile of a married woman between the ages of 25-35. “Reid I want you and Rossi to take (Y/L/N) with you the forensics lab to see what the COD was…” Hotch ordered as everyone nodded… Derek winked at Reid who just rolled his eyes. 

You Spencer and David walked into the police station together chatting about what you had found out about the body when the subject changed. “So (Y/N) how you liking the BAU so far??” David questioned as you Spencer held the door for you. “I like it… Great environment to work with… I have learned so much from everyone I have come into contact with… And I have made some friends that I am so thankful for…” You smile over at Spencer who just clears his throat and avoids the wink that David sent his way. 

“Derek I want you to take (Y/N) to the house of the first victim and see if you can see anything that would tie her to the last few victims.” Hotch looked to you for a reaction but you just jump to your feet ready to go. “Come on intern… Lets go get your hands dirty.” Derek followed you out the door and made sure to send Spencer a thumbs up before walking out. 

“Garcia what you got for us??” JJ asked as he put Penelope on speaker phone. “Lab work just called in to tell me that they have the COD… It was constant to that of an automobile accident… But not like a car on car accident… But like a pedestrian one?? Does that make sense??” Garcia paused for an answer from the other side of the call. “So the unsub is running over women and then taking them with him just dump them in someones trash can??” JJ looked around to the other agents for some answers. “That doesn’t make sense…” Spencer scrunched his nose up in thought. “If you hit someone with your car someone is bound to see it happen and call the cops…” David scratched his head pondering how someone could get away with hit and run so easily. “Not unless they do it in privacy… Like a driveway…” Spencer looked through files and came to the conclusion that all the women were last seen at their own houses. “I’m gonna call Derek with an update…” Hotch began to reach for his phone but it rang right as he went to pick it up. “Hotchner.” Hotch’s usually stern face changed to to fear as he stood from his chair. “There has been another victim and she is alive.” The team followed after him in a hurry. “Do we have a name??” Spencer questioned as Hotch swallowed a lump in his throat. “Its (Y/N).” 

At the hospital the team finds Derek at the emergency room entrance. “What happened??” Hotch questions before anyone can being to think. “I don’t know… We had just went through the house and came up with nothing… We went to look around the garage when we heard a yell for help… (Y/N) just ran off in the direction of the sound and right when she stepped on the sidewalk he hit her… I… I couldn’t do anything…” Derek ran his hands over his face. “You should have know she would be reckless… She doesn’t know any better…” Spencer spat out at Derek as Hotch gave him a warning look. “Spence…” JJ reached to calm Spencer but he just jerked his arm away. “Where is she??” Spencer demands. “Spencer calm down…” “WHERE!?!?” When no one answered him Spencer stormed out to find out on his own leaving his team back sharing sad knowing looks. 

‘Room 305, 304, 303…’ Spencer counted down in his head as he finally came upon your room. He gently opens the door to find you sitting alert in your hospital bed. Bandages adorning your frame. “Hey…” You give him a weak smile. “Hey…” Spencer stood beside your bed. “Good news… No broken bones… He just grazed me… I’m gonna have some fantastic bruises though…” You smile up at him as Spencer breaks into a smile at your stab at humor. “You could have been killed.” Spencer shook his head turning back serious. “You can be killed at any moment… Shouldn’t stop you from doing things though…” You argued as Spencer gave you a stern look reminding you of Hotch. “You can’t be so careless in this line of work…” Spencer’s stomach clinched as thoughts of his past run ins with death flashed in his head accept he thought of you being in those situations. “Learning from mistakes is the best teacher…” You shrug taking his hand in yours. He laces his fingers with yours and shakes his head. “If you get put in the BAU… I’m gonna have grey hair before I turn 35…” Spencer smiles as you give him one of his favorite smiles. “Why is that?? How am I different than the rest of the team?? You think I’m stupid and careless??” You pout a bit. “No… I just like you more than a friend…” Spencer admits before he can realize what he was even thinking… “Really??” Your wide eyes look up to him. He just nods and adverts his eyes. “Then you would say yes to dinner sometime when I can walk without wincing??” You tug his hand wanting him to look at you. “Yup.” Spencer nods as you give his hand a squeeze. “I cant’ wait.” 


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